Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[renau1g]

The thri-kreen's head turns askew at the newcomer's shouting, it's eyes stare unblinking as the general proclamates.

As the human moves closer and speaks to him, Tikchik's mandibles twitch quickly. "Oh, you're the new boss here then? That's funny, I didn't know you just say that. How come nobody told me about this before? OK, I'm now in charge. He-he-he. That reminds me of the story about how I lost my arm. Did I mention it before? Well, it was a really interesting story, and you talk about killing fathers that rings close to my heart. I had to kill my own dad. He told me 'Son, I helped hatch you into this world and I can take you out' because I didn't want to stay with my clutch. He ripped my arm off and almost killed me with it before I got ahold of his gythka and stabbed him with it. I had to leave after that. I never picked up one of those weapons again" Tikchik says happily.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Sheng turns and makes a pale, almost imperceptible smile to the half elf, before turning to the insect. "You said your arm was lost in a cow stampede. Please do clarify."

 

[H.M.Gimlord]

"Am I to suppose that you are looking the aid of ones such as myself? Perhaps to avenge your 'dear' father's death? Or is it something you want to do with your own hands?"

The dark elf completes the fading smile Sheng's face, "Hopefully both." He asks the bartender for another glass of wine, "You see, my father's old fortress is warded by magic originally intended for his protection, though, ironically it now serves his murderers." He shakes his head and gestures as if throwing his hands up in the air, though the movement is more theatrical than emotional, "Until the wards are broken, I cannot enter, and to do that one needs to circumvent not only my father's murderers, but the protective mechanisms that are also part of the fortress's design."

"Please do tell me that this buffoon is the one that killed your father."

The drow sighs in sincere regret, his voice low "Alas, no, but feel free to dispatch him if you wish," the bartender places a full goblet next to the empty one and the drow takes the new wine into his hand, "I think myself not alone in that I find it amusing to bring the proud to ruin."

I have killed many fathers before, you'll have to be more specific. Sharpe says to Sheng, throwing his gloves on the table. But if it will make you happy, you may say it was I who did kill him regardless.

"Careful now." Retaehceht lifts a finger of warning, "I'm not sure that's a distinction you wish to embrace."

 

[renau1g]

"You said your arm was lost in a cow stampede. Please do clarify."

"Yes it was. That was some day. It got crushed by their hooves and we had to amputate it. The farmer later ground it up and fed it to the pigs. I was surprised they ate it. I wonder how it tasted." Tikchik replies evenly.

 

[H.M.Gimlord]

"Yes it was. That was some day. It got crushed by their hooves and we had to amputate it. The farmer later ground it up and fed it to the pigs. I was surprised they ate it. I wonder how it tasted." Tikchik replies evenly.

Retaehceht turns to Sheng, "That bug is going to dig that hole a little too deep one day."

 

[Voda Vosa]

Sheng nods "Perhaps I will, when there's not so much... public. Now you say you need to break warding on this fortress. My arcane trainings are up to the task of course. I think that between the lunatic with power dementia, and this insect, you'll chose your humble interlocutor. Even if you don't want to dirty your hands with the blood of these murderers, I can also use some training in chakra obliteration." the monk explains, not looking at either the thriken or the half elf. "As you would understand, such services came at a cost." he adds, stoical.

 

[Luinnar]

A quest! Sharpe says excited. Mad cow god conquers fortress until evil dark lord and his band of minions conquer it back in the name of... Sharpe!

Imagine the songs the bards would make of it! I bet it would have lots and lots of blood and perhaps some bug bits scattered about. And steak, steak too! Sharpe says. Yes, I shall use the mad cow god's fortress for my base of operations! Daddy will be jealous with jealousy!

 

[Voda Vosa]

ô.o

 

[Tenchuu]

"Ay, Grava, look at dis won 'ere. Dis won like to 'ear 'imself someting fierce. Ol' Cyclops tink he da bossmon now," Spider remarked, still sitting casually at the bar, mulling over the job offer.

OOC: Tag [MENTION=6671055]horticulture[/MENTION]

 

[H.M.Gimlord]

"Perhaps I will, when there's not so much... public. Now you say you need to break warding on this fortress. My arcane trainings are up to the task of course. I think that between the lunatic with power dementia, and this insect, you'll chose your humble interlocutor.

"I think the three-armed fellow looks promising, but between you and I, this megalomaniac is a little too, shall we say, unstable."

Even if you don't want to dirty your hands with the blood of these murderers, I can also use some training in chakra obliteration."

The drow looks offended, "Oh, you misunderstand me. When the wards are off, I intend to be fully involved."

"As you would understand, such services came at a cost."

"You need not worry about your payment. You'll certainly be rewarded even beyond the amount you are contemplating now."