Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[FourMonos]

Artemis gathers his equipment and picks up 7 Rabbit's star charts and follows the dwarf out of the tavern.

"Right, there is one thing we didn't settle on. How much is this going to hurt?"

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[CaBaNa]

Gil watches everyone go calmly, and once out of eyesight, does a short happy dance. Bouncing up the stairs to study, and daydream about the upcoming ritual, the wizard was sure Daunton was home. That evening he resolved to find a house, and left early the next day to do so.

 

[JoeNotCharles]

"I'm called Shale. As for knowing about my kind, that's actually my entire motivation right now - specially having in mind that my continued existence requires vey little upkeep. I still have to meet someone like me, and the information contained in the local ibraries is scarce."

"That's fascinating..." says 7 Rabbit. "A unique individual like you throws off all my charts. Maybe I've been going about my search all wrong..." He yawns loudly. "But I'm too tired to think about it right now. I'll talk to you again! Maybe after the ritual in two weeks?"

7 Rabbit pauses to give Artemis some rather garbled advice on what to study, and set a time to meet again to begin his studies - hopefully when Rabbit is more coherent. Then he hauls himself off to bed.

 

[Tenchuu]

Goldenhorn faces Spider unflinchingly. "I have heard much of the loutish behavior of humans." (Spider's orcish ancestry seems to go unnoticed by the minotaur.) "It was foolish of me, perhaps, to expect better, even in a place so famed for its heroes. Nevertheless, it would be wrong to ignore one human's concern for another, however boorishly it is expressed." He looks over at the girl, who is devouring her meat hungrily and sucking the grease off her fingers. "She is perhaps a trifle thin. But she is certainly no slave! My original servant had to return home; I decided to engage another. She is paid for her work, and free to depart if she ever finds the terms unsatisfactory. So now, Jarro Sarak, you may demonstrate to me--if it lies within your power--that you have anything other than vulgar words with which to account for yourself."

"I'm Vimak Stoncarver, adopted son of the Stonecarver clan, from a line of master runesmiths.
So she is just a thin human who is glad she found someone to buy her food. I'm fine with this.
What I'm not fine with, is bothering Jarro with your fancy words. You speak more distinguished, but your words were more rude than his. He asked a question and you called him 'coward'. Don't make the futile attempt to hide hostile meaning behind fancy words from me." Vimak says, standing up and declaring calmly.

Spider Smiled, and put a hand on Vimak's shoulder, "I an I issa a'right, Veemak, bu much respeck fo stickin up for da Spidah. I an I stardded dis, an, I an I finish."

Turning his attention back to the minotaur, he said, "I," pointing to himself for emphasis, "jum ta da wrong idear, an fo dis, I an I apologize. I's motha was a slave. I's was a slave. So, I an I got no love fo da slavas, ya 'ear?"

"But," he said, "I's wrongs to da sye, Veemak tell som de tru: ya talk like a Politrickster; issa dis 'ow all a ya kin talk?"
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Spider Smiled, and put a hand on Vimak's shoulder, "I'm alright, Vimak, but much respect for sticking up for me. I started this, and, I will finish it."

Turning his attention back to the minotaur, he said, "I," pointing to himself for emphasis, "Jumped to the wrong idea, and for this, I apologize. My mother was a slave. I was a slave. So, I've got no love for slavers, you hear?"

"But," he said, "My mistake to the side, Vimak speaks some of the truth: you talk like a Politrickster; is this how all of your kind speaks?"
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[Walking Dad]

Vimak Stonecarver, Goliath Runepriest 5

"Sapo, what do you think ..." Vimak starts before realizing the monk has already left.
"Sorry my new friend, I have to go to protect an older friend. Good luck and goodbye." He says to Jarro before leaving the tavern.

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4th level version below. Will update the sheet soon.

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Vimak Stonecarver
Perception: 15 Insight: 19 Normal Vision
AC 21 Fortitude 17 Reflex 16 Will 18
Initiative: +4
Hit Points: 44 / 44 Bloodied: 22
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Resist: -
Saving Throw:
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge:11 Surges per day: 10 / 10
At-Will Powers: Word of Diminishment, Word of Binding, Lightning Damage
Encounter Powers: Rune of Mending 2/2, Stone’s Endurance, Flames of Purity, Symbol of Wrath Reversed
Daily Powers: Rune of Endless Fire, Shield of Sacrifice, Deny CA Bonus, Extra Lightning Damage.

Condition:

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[Mewness]

Spider Smiled, and put a hand on Vimak's shoulder, "I an I issa a'right, Veemak, bu much respeck fo stickin up for da Spidah. I an I stardded dis, an, I an I finish."

Turning his attention back to the minotaur, he said, "I," pointing to himself for emphasis, "jum ta da wrong idear, an fo dis, I an I apologize. I's motha was a slave. I's was a slave. So, I an I got no love fo da slavas, ya 'ear?"

"But," he said, "I's wrongs to da sye, Veemak tell som de tru: ya talk like a Politrickster; issa dis 'ow all a ya kin talk?"

Goldenhorn becomes visibly angry at Vimak's words, but Spider's seem to mollify him. "Slavery is a vile, wicked practice; and it also is a low act to hint, without basis, that a stranger might be so bereft of decency as to engage in it. Thus my anger. But I hear your apology, and I understand your reasons, so I accept it." And he bows to Spider, the various gold trinkets that adorn his head glinting.

"As to your question, I do not understand your word 'politrickster,' although it has a base and disreputable sound. It is traditional among my people to introduce ourselves thus. It is no manner of trickery."

 

[Tenchuu]

"I an I dun tol ya, gold'orn, dat I's a slave, an dat mean I's people issa dead. An dose dat raise me up, da wons dat weren't de slava babylon, dey was just lo born 'oblin-kin; ya 'ear? No doubt dey de wons done taught I da mannas I don 'ave, but I an I ain't apologizin fo dem Bumbaclot!" Spider said, spitting on the floor to emphasize, though it, nor his current anger, was not directed at Goldenhorn. "Dem bal'heads! Dem 'ores of babylon--all of dem! De iye and de lo alike!"

The warrior shook his head in disgust, his long dreads moving back and forth. "Bahhhh! Let I an I speak of des tings no furda. Ain't do no good to dig up de dead. Only de now to mind, I's most iya bruddah tell me; an he tell I da tru, dis I know."

"Bakeepa, anodda roun," Spider called, taking a seat at Goldenhorn's table, uninvited, but with a smile. "So, dis young ooman who serves ya, who aint ya slave, she 'ave a name? Can she speak? I and I would know about 'er."

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"I've already told you, Goldenhorn, that I was a slave, and that means my people are dead. An those that raised me, the ones that weren't slavers, they were just low born goblins; you hear? No doubt they were the ones that taught me the manners I don't have, But I'm not apologizing for them Bastards!" Spider said, spitting on the floor to emphasize, though it, nor his current anger, was not directed at Goldenhorn. "They're baldheads! They're whores of babylon--all of them! The high and the low alike!"

The warrior shook his head in disgust, his long dreads moving back and forth. "Bahhhh! Let us speak of this no further. It does no good to dig up the past. Only the now to mind, as my most higher brother tell me; and he speaks the truth, this I know."

"Barkeep, another round," Spider called, taking a seat at Goldenhorn's table, uninvited, but with a smile. "So, this young woman who serves you, who isn't your slave, does she have a name? Can she speak? I would know about her."
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[JoeNotCharles]

OOC: One of our players in Artemis' Pact hasn't shown up yet. I'm going to give him until tomorrow, then start without him. Does anyone have a level 1 to 3 character who wants to replace him? (Preference given to players without other characters already on adventures.) If so, I'll post here with an IC message for your char if that player doesn't show up.

 

[Mewness]

"She is a modest girl, but she can certainly speak," says Goldenhorn, sitting down and applying himself to his own meal. He eats almost daintily, with a gilded knife and fork. The girl, having mostly finished her food, eyes Spider warily, perhaps a bit put off by his orcish features. But the minotaur is too busy eating to say anything else for the moment, and the silence begins to get uncomfortable.

"My name is May," the girl says reluctantly. "My family--we farm a bit of land, not too far off. But it's not doing so well, our farm. So I got another job. To help out."

OOC: Goldenhorn is available (level 1 runepriest|cleric), but I already have two characters active.

 

[bluesfella]

OOC: One of our players in Artemis' Pact hasn't shown up yet. I'm going to give him until tomorrow, then start without him. Does anyone have a level 1 to 3 character who wants to replace him? (Preference given to players without other characters already on adventures.) If so, I'll post here with an IC message for your char if that player doesn't show up.

OOC: I have a level 1 barbarian, and haven't played in any adventures yet. I'd love to join if you have room!

The door swings open, and in walks a huge Goliath, with an even bigger axe strapped across his back. Over his shoulders is draped the skin and head of a dire bear as a cloak, and various other animal pelts comprise the rest of his garments. Through a few places, you can glimpse the shining chainmail he wears as a kind of undershirt, which seems odd for a goliath.

"Zardi, of clan Koryak." he says, addressing everyone in the room. "It's been a while since I was here...I had some...other matters to attend to. But I am still looking for a job, if anyone needs a strong axe."

Without waiting for a response, he walks over to the barkeeper, plunks down a few coppers, and takes his drink to the biggest booth he can find. He sits there, studying each of the other patrons in turn...