Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[Velmont]

Eloan stare a moment at Kruor. "The intention is good... but you'll need..." he opens his purse and then sight shaking his head. After a moment of hesitation, he grabs a handful of gold pieces and hand them to Kruor "... to repair those clothes, or buy new one. If you want to make a good impression, you need to have a clean look."

 

[JoeNotCharles]

"It was just a problem I was having at the time, I mean I felt I had nobody to talk to I guess, so I used to talk to, you know, trees and the wind and rocks and animals and things, but it's not really important why I did it. The point is I sometimes thought they were speaking to me, but really they probably weren't."

Ironheart regards the kobold gravely, then bends stiffly from the waist to pat him on the head. "You're not mad, little one. Trees and wind and rocks all have voices. They used to whisper to me while I waited. The trees I guarded were dreamers who never moved or spoke aloud, but I could hear them, and others could with practice. But that was in Arcadia, where the trees' dreams are... louder? Different. I don't know why. Maybe I just can't hear them here because they're farther away. But if you thought you heard trees and rocks talking to you once, that gives me hope. Please tell me if it happens again."

He thinks for a few moments. "Animals talk all the time, of course. That's different. If one speaks to you again, don't trust them." His eyes wink with a momentary purple glow. "I don't trust them. They move around too much. They all have hidden agendas."

"Nathantiel, protector of nature and scourge of the undead... at least the evil kind."

Ironheart whirls and glares suspicously at the self-proclaimed "protector of nature". The runes in the rod sticking out of his chest pulse in a stuttering rhythm. "Competition..." he mutters to himself, just loud enough for Papolstaanes to hear.

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Kruor appears to be wearing a very shabby tuxedo. It has many tears at the pants and seems to have been abandoned by it's previous owner, perhaps after being attacked by a feral animal of some sort. The two rips by the shoulder appear quite new, however. Most likely formed when the clumsy bloodsucking robot put it on.

He also dons a crumpled top hat on his head. A cracked monocle covers one of his glowing eyes, which are now his "happy blue" color. Kruor even has a crooked walking stick in his hand.

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[FourMonos]

"Oh, hello Artemis!" Eva says cheerfully. "It's nice to meet you. Everyone is so nice in this stone-city. The men at the docks even sang for me - well, whistled anyway."

Artemis tries, somewhat unsuccessfully, to keep his eyes form taking in the full form of Eva.

"M'lady, birds should follow you, serenading you at every opportunity." He makes a short bow.

"But tell me, Lilli, what grand adventures have you been participating in?"

 

[dimsdale]

Once the cleric made his way to the back room the bartender casually makes his way around the tavern making small talk with the patrons, a joke her and a comment there, scanning the room for potential recruits. Each one he finds he tells them of a possibility of work, motioning them to go to the back room and ask for Mr. Navio. He talks to five patrons, two spellcaster types, two fighter types and one he had no idea. Introduce ye self and tell'm what yer good at in terms of getting the job done...whatever it may be... he sais to all five. As the patrons head to the door leading to the back room, the bartender mumbles under his breath as he makes his way back to the bar. Hmmmf, this looks like a motley crew. Good luck...you'll need it. He chuckles to himself, wipes the counter top, then yells Who's ready for another eh?

OOC: This is the start of a new adventure: Turning the Tide. Participants: 1. Lvl 3 Wizard (Dekana) 2. Lvl 1 Monk (Rapida) 3. Lvl 2 Vampire (Treex) 4. Lvl 2 Hybrid Swordmage/Wizard (VanderLegion) 5. Lvl 1 Wizard (Formonus) Click on the following link to start.

 

[VanderLegion]

Graven stands and makes his way into the back room.

 

[renau1g]

Kane's returned

The door to the tavern opens and a hulking silhouette fills the frame, the rain falls outside and a crackle of lightning illuminates the shadowy individual. A large, grinning bugbear enters The Hanged Man. His brown fur is matted from the rain outside, and soon the stench of wet fur is evident.

He wears a mish-mashed hide of various creatures, a bit of white dragon's scales here, some naga flesh there, and even some bright red demon flesh. A pair of notched axes hang at his hips, large dwarven waraxes.

He looks around and wanders up to the bar, then after the tender whispers something to him, the bugbear nods.

"Oh, Kane forgets to tell you his name. It feel like years since I was here last time. I forget the rules with all the killing we did for Mr. Lord Byron. Lots of little scaley kobolds, and lizards, and dragons, and people and even those scary demons, too bad for them Kane is scarier. Oh, where was I? Oh, yeah, I'm Kane. If you need stuff killed dead, then I'm your man, or well, not man, ummmmm, well just get me" the semi-confused bugbear says before sitting on a nearby stool.

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Kane, level 10 (just shy of 11) bugbear (well half-orc) whirling barbarian here [/sblock]

[sblock=ministats]Kane Male Bugbear Barbarian/Dreadnought 10
Initiative: +13, Passive Perception: 14, Passive Insight: 14, Senses: Low-light
AC:27, Fort:26, Reflex:24, Will:19
HP:88/88, Bloodied:44, Surge Value:22, Surges left:11/11
Action Points: 1
Powers:
Howling Strike
Whirling Rend
Furious Assault
Cyclone Warrior (1/encounter free action, +1 bonus damage rolls on melee/close damage rolls TENT)
Whirling Lunge
Whirling Frenzy
Whirling Step
Curtain of Steel
Reactive Surge
Shrug it Off
Run Rampant
Screaming Hide Encounter Power
Swift Panther Rage
Rage of the Crimson Hurricane
Stoneroot Rage
Berserker's Weapon
Vagabond's Die
Boots of the Mighty Charge
Raven Cloak +2

Important Stuff:
Cool stuff happens when he bloodies or kills a bad guy
+2 on saving throws
Crits with Jagged axe on 19-20

Conditions:

Full sheet: PC:Kane - L4W Wiki [/sblock]

 

[Neil1889]

"But tell me, Lilli, what grand adventures have you been participating in?"

Lilli starts a brief narrative, "Well, Eva and I went to recover a stolen ceremonial staff from a bunch of Orc raiders. The country Lord in question seemed amiable enough, but was somewhat interested in seeing someone pay for killing his men. We both adventured with a warrior haunted by a disembodied head, the tallest blood-drinking halfing I've ever met and a Wilden named Shun, of whom it must be said was rather approved of by Lotte; you liked him, didn't you dear?"

Lotte gives a brief acknowledging chirp, before Lilli muses, "Now, it seems that if I go near a dark hole in the ground around Daunton, I'm bound to meet a creature from the more unpleasant corners of the outer planes. Within the caverns where these Orc brigands dwelt, there was a desecrated temple overseen by an Orcish priest of some foul diety, along with his goons. There also sat a large hound that could immerse itself in flames; it gave us all a nasty shock when it did the same to us too!"

Lilli winces at the memory. "Well, we got through it and recovered the staff eventually, but there was some scary moments. It turns out that Orcs are students of the arts of alchemy as a means of war, which surprised me no-end. Oh, and there are acidic near-invisible slimes in this world that can move around and engulf delvers in the deeps for their dinner; not good!"

 

[FourMonos]

"Egads, it sounds as you have had a good time!" Artemis laughs.

"I hope the slime was no more scary than the umberhulk we dispatched deep in the mines?"

Artemis signals the barmaid, "Shall we celebrate your adventure with a toast for the returning heroes?"

 

[Neil1889]

"Egads, it sounds as you have had a good time!" Artemis laughs.

"I hope the slime was no more scary than the umberhulk we dispatched deep in the mines?"

Artemis signals the barmaid, "Shall we celebrate your adventure with a toast for the returning heroes?"

"I think it would be hard to chose between the two, in that I could quite happily live on without meeting either one again. But another mug of small beer wouldn't go amiss, now that you mention it. So, to old quests and better rests?"

 

[Mewness]

Ironheart regards the kobold gravely, then bends stiffly from the waist to pat him on the head. "You're not mad, little one. Trees and wind and rocks all have voices. They used to whisper to me while I waited. The trees I guarded were dreamers who never moved or spoke aloud, but I could hear them, and others could with practice. But that was in Arcadia, where the trees' dreams are... louder? Different. I don't know why. Maybe I just can't hear them here because they're farther away. But if you thought you heard trees and rocks talking to you once, that gives me hope. Please tell me if it happens again."

"Do you think so?" Papolstaanas asks doubtfully, sounding more confused than ever. "Be-because I just read this book that said it was probably all in my head."

Ironheart whirls and glares suspicously at the self-proclaimed "protector of nature". The runes in the rod sticking out of his chest pulse in a stuttering rhythm. "Competition..." he mutters to himself, just loud enough for Papolstaanes to hear.

Papolstaanas looks at the glowing rod stuck in Ironheart's trunk, wondering whether it would be polite to comment on it. Certainly if he, Papolstaanas, had a rod poking out of his chest, he would hope that people would notice, because it would probably hurt quite a lot and require medical attention, and just imagine if he were lying on the ground dying of having a rod stuck in his chest and everyone was standing around too polite to say anything. But maybe it's different with trees. Ironheart doesn't actually seem to be dying, after all. Still, there's something he doesn't entirely like about the rod, and he regards it suspiciously for several moments.

"Um..." he says timidly, "does that hurt?"