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Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man
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Slightly entitled.
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"Agen' o' tha schism, eh? Ne'er heared o' him afore. Wha's about him so in'erestin'?" The last couple of words are drowned out as he finishes his fourth ale in five minutes.
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"Agen' o' tha schism, eh? Ne'er heared o' him afore. Wha's about him so in'erestin'?" The last couple of words are drowned out as he finishes his fourth ale in five minutes.
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H.M.Gimlord
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horticulture
Slightly entitled.
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Sipping on his ale between tearing hunks out of a rather large lamb leg, the dwarf nods sagely as he listens to Spider's outrage - or as sagely as possible with a beer soaked beard and pieces of meat lodged in his mustache. "A real trage'y tha'. A cause worthy o' some skull smashin', me thinks."
He finishes his current tankard and sets it atop the bar, letting silence filter in for a few moments.
Then he belches - loud and long.
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Sipping on his ale between tearing hunks out of a rather large lamb leg, the dwarf nods sagely as he listens to Spider's outrage - or as sagely as possible with a beer soaked beard and pieces of meat lodged in his mustache. "A real trage'y tha'. A cause worthy o' some skull smashin', me thinks."
He finishes his current tankard and sets it atop the bar, letting silence filter in for a few moments.
Then he belches - loud and long.
Rain and thunder spill into the room as the tavern door opens once gain. A well sized half-elf with long hair and clad in iron steps through, water cascading of the polished armor in small streams. He took a moment at the door way to wring his hair dry and adjust the heavy shield he carried on his back, attempting to appear at least mildy couth despite the weather.
"Greetings patrons!" He says in a firm voice. "I am Eraden, and if anyone is in need of a protector, my services are for hire."
He moves to the far end of the bar with a fairly graceful stride despite the obvious weight of his armor. After taking a seat he unwraps a sequence of strung silver beads from his left wrist and gathered his unmanaged hair into a ponytail, the silver shimmering against his dark blue hair. With a nod and a smile Eraden calls over the bar tender.
"Evening sir. I'll have what the dwarf is having." He says as he points to a rather stout and boisterous dwraf. He removes a gold peice from a small pouch and places it on the counter. "I think I may be here a while." He says, thinking a warm meal and mug of ale is by far better time spent then in the storm.
"Greetings patrons!" He says in a firm voice. "I am Eraden, and if anyone is in need of a protector, my services are for hire."
He moves to the far end of the bar with a fairly graceful stride despite the obvious weight of his armor. After taking a seat he unwraps a sequence of strung silver beads from his left wrist and gathered his unmanaged hair into a ponytail, the silver shimmering against his dark blue hair. With a nod and a smile Eraden calls over the bar tender.
"Evening sir. I'll have what the dwarf is having." He says as he points to a rather stout and boisterous dwraf. He removes a gold peice from a small pouch and places it on the counter. "I think I may be here a while." He says, thinking a warm meal and mug of ale is by far better time spent then in the storm.
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Slightly entitled.
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"No need fer ye money, lad. Yer fellow elf-kin is payin' fer tha time bein'." He points to the dark elf clad in blue sitting near the end of the bar while motioning for yet another ale. He's going to make that elf regret his shiny platinum piece even if he has to drink himself unconscious - not that he's adverse to such an action. "Right fine o' him iffen ye ask meself, don' fer doubtin' tha'."
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"No need fer ye money, lad. Yer fellow elf-kin is payin' fer tha time bein'." He points to the dark elf clad in blue sitting near the end of the bar while motioning for yet another ale. He's going to make that elf regret his shiny platinum piece even if he has to drink himself unconscious - not that he's adverse to such an action. "Right fine o' him iffen ye ask meself, don' fer doubtin' tha'."
bluesfella
Explorer
The Goliath stands up from his large booth in the corner and walks forward again. He looks at the most recent arrivals chatting and drinking by the bar and quickly nods to each in turn.
Hulloh...
Zardi places his tankard on the bar and waits as the bartender refills it. As the dwarf lets out another belch, he looks down at him and smiles a bit.
Welcome, sirs. I need a job, too...but I've been here a long time. Nobody hiring....
He looks to the dark elf at the end of the bar and raises his now-full mug to him.
Sir - thanks for the ale! I'm not a...what you're looking for...but do have any other jobs?
Hulloh...
Zardi places his tankard on the bar and waits as the bartender refills it. As the dwarf lets out another belch, he looks down at him and smiles a bit.
Welcome, sirs. I need a job, too...but I've been here a long time. Nobody hiring....
He looks to the dark elf at the end of the bar and raises his now-full mug to him.
Sir - thanks for the ale! I'm not a...what you're looking for...but do have any other jobs?
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H.M.Gimlord
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At this comment, the drow rolls his eyes, "Indeed, I am paying for the ale at present." His voice sounds polite, but annoyed. Though it's obvious that it's not the loss of money, but rather the company he distastes. Turning to the dwarf and watching the ale run down his beard, the dark elf shivers with disgust, "You have a great deal to learn my stout friend, this...thing," he indicates Eradin, "is certainly no kin of mine."[sblock=Insight/History DC 15]Something about this guy's statement doesn't make sense. Technically, the drow are kin to elves. Is he implying that he's not a drow, or is he implying that he wishes no affiliation with other elvenkind? After watching him a while, the former seems to be more likely. Something is definitely not right.[/sblock]
"Unfortunately, no. I require a thief, and perhaps a magician of some significant skill," he sips his wine, "and since you seem to be neither, and, might I add, a little green" he draws the word out a little and smiles cynically, "I think you'd best enjoy the ale while your short life lasts." He raises his glass and his voice, "A toast to your short and romantic lives! May you never see old age, but live long enough to make a story of yourselves that will outlast even the dragons!"
[sblock=Perception DC 12]The drow is now sipping his eighth goblet of wine, and remains quite lucid.[/sblock]
Mewness
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"I don't know for what nefarious purposes you come recruiting a thief, but here are only honest folk," says Goldenhorn to the drow. "Away with you and your criminal enterprises!"
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