Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[Tenchuu]

"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!"

"Ya," Spider agreed from the bar, "I an I ain't no cu' purse, an neidda issa I's bruddahs. Away wit ya, Babylon!"

The half-orc shooed away the recruiter with uncharacteristically feminine hand gestures. He feigned a seriously look, but broke into laughter halfway through. He smiled and gave a nod to Goldenhorn, before turning back to the bar.

With a slap on the dwarf's shoulder, he challenged, "I bet I can drin' dis next won before ya, Bramba-face."

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Gravel, he's calling you Bramble-face as a nickname, referring to your unkempt beard.
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[H.M.Gimlord]

"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!"

The drow's face adopts a look of mock offense, "I think you misunderstand me," he sets his wine glass down, "And I think you'll find that there is more honesty among thieves than you might first assume." He stands up and strides into the middle of the common room. Either by magic, or by some surprising coincidence, the fire and the lamps in the room seem to dim, and an ominous, long, low roll of thunder shakes the timbers of the Hanged Man as the dark elf begins to speak.

"Adventurers! I'm on no criminal quest! I seek no gold, no fame, and no opportunity to deprive anyone of that which is rightfully theirs!"

He eyes each one in the tavern individually. I his white eyes drilling into their very souls, "Long ago by your reckoning, but not so long ago by mine, my father was lord of a great fortress under the earth, where precious things were found and kept. His power seemed absolute, and he feared no one nor any thing."

The dark elf's arms widen in gestures that emphasize his words, "Then, when I was but a lad, two dragons destroyed my father's fortress, filling it with their poison, until all within had died."

His eyes reflect no request for sympathy here, but the bitterness is palpable in his voice, "I survived by pure luck. Being young, I was overlooked, and managed to escape to the surface. In the years that have passed, I have done little but plan the recapture of my father's home, but the fortress is well guarded by traps and machines designed, at one time, to protect my family, and, alas now, these devices serve my father's murderers. I fear that, having fled at such a young age, my memory is not keen enough to anticipate the danger, nor my skill enough to eliminate it."

He turns back to take his seat at the bar piercing Goldenhorn with his gaze as he goes, "It is for this reason that I require a competent thief, and a wizened user of magic. No nefarious schemes, no illegal intrigue, just simple justice as only one skilled in the art can supply."

OOC: H.M.--I'll have a thief for you when Beyond the Rerisen Tower ends, if you haven't found one by then

OOC: renau1g and Voda Vosa were also interested in the spot, and they're likely to be ready soon. To be fair, I'm making it "first come-first served".

 

[horticulture]

The dwarf watches the dark elf's grand display whilst drinking yet another ale; his bushy eyebrows raise a bit at the sound and light show that goes on during his speech but he appears keenly interested. When all is said and done, and the dark elf returns to his seat by the bar, he places his mug upon the bartop and, in all sincerity, addresses the drow.

"I always knew ye were a fancy lad."

He leans a bit closer, scrutinizing the elf up and down - like he was searching for the right type of axe to crease his skull. "There's somethin' not quite right about ye, fancy lad. Suren elf an' drow dun be gettin' along but they be kin, what."

[sblock=Insight]Insight against snobby drow. (1d20+2=20)[/sblock]

He shrugs as if, in the end, it doesn't really matter and he has more important things to worry about - like how some half-orc thinks he can drink faster than him.

"Ye be crazier than ewe in season iffen ye think ye can outdrink me, ye daft, overgrown treetrunk!" He slams a palm atop the bar and motions for two more ales. "An' put 'em on tha fancy lad's tab! Hahaha!"

 

[renau1g]

The door to the tavern opens and a most unusual creature walks in, a insectoid human, or perhaps an insect humanoid, enters the bar, it's mandibles twitching as it surveys the room, head tilted nearly 90 degrees to the side, it's unblinking eyes moving quickly around the area.

"*Tik* Hello... I am Tikchik Tiktikchik, but you can call me Tik, everyone does. *Tik* the creature states an odd clicking/tiking sound at the start and end of its speech.

What's even odder about this creature is its multiple arms, it has three arms and a stub for another, but the missing appendage looks like an older incident. If it bothers him, he doesn't show it. The brown carapaced creature also wears a set of brown, overlapping metal scale armour over its shell. A pair of large, curved blades sits at its hips. The creature sways somewhat as it stands, as if some heavy wind blows at it.

Tikchik spots a drow sitting alone and it moves nimbly towards him, jumping half the distance with a powerful leap.

"Hiya, did you stay out in the sun too long? Where I come from its really hot, lots of elf's there get turned into burnt and black like you. They taste delicious though, I mean sometimes too burnt, but very sweet. Oh, what are we talking about? Yeah, you. Hi. I'm Tikchik" Tikchik states happily to the elf.

[sblock=Insight DC 15]
He's clearly lying about the burnt elves or the eating elves or more likely both.

bluff (1d20+3=15)
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[sblock=ooc]
Tikchik Tiktikchik is here (http://l4w.wikia.com/wiki/PC:Tikchik_Tiktikchik_(renau1g)), level 9 (or 8?) three-kreen ranger. He's trained in Thievery and Stealth also [/sblock]

 

[Tenchuu]

Spider ignored the bug, giving him only a passing glance, and turned back to the Dwarf. But then his brain caught up with his eyes, and the half-orc did a double-take, whipping his dread hair around quickly: one twist hit Graval lightly in the face; another landed in the dwarf's beer.

Spider looked back to Graval, "Ya seein wha I seein?" Only to find the dwarf returning the are-you-seeing-what-I-am-seeing look, but on a different subject. "I an I 'pologize, tru, but da Ale issa kinda dissenfecta, ya know?" He smiled, removing his hair from the drink. "Ya Ready? Won. Two. Tch'ree"

Spider made a good effort, but dressed himself with the ale as much as he drank it.

[sblock=Roll]
Endurance Check to chug an ale: 1d20+2=13
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[horticulture]

[sblock=Tenchuu]

Spider ignored the bug, giving him only a passing glance, and turned back to the Dwarf. But then his brain caught up with his eyes, and the half-orc did a double-take, whipping his dread hair around quickly: one twist hit Graval lightly in the face; another landed in the dwarf's beer.

Spider looked back to Graval, "Ya seein wha I seein?" Only to find the dwarf returning the are-you-seeing-what-I-am-seeing look, but on a different subject. "I an I 'pologize, tru, but da Ale issa kinda dissenfecta, ya know?" He smiled, removing his hair from the drink. "Ya Ready? Won. Two. Tch'ree"

Spider made a good effort, but dressed himself with the ale as much as he drank it.

[sblock=Roll]
Endurance Check to chug an ale: 1d20+2=13
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The dwarf does look aghast on seeing Spider's hair in his ale but shrugs as if the hair isn't the worst thing that's been in his drink before. His eyes grow wider, though, when Spider gives a quick count on their little wager.

"I see ye tryin' ta cheat, ya durned sneak!" He upends his mug, and quickly drains the brew in astonishing time, before slamming it back on the bartop.

[sblock=Roll]Endurance check to beat the half-orc at manliness. (1d20+6=23)[/sblock]

"Tha's how it's done, treetrunk!" He belches loudly. "Hahaha!"

 

[H.M.Gimlord]

"Hiya, did you stay out in the sun too long? Where I come from its really hot, lots of elf's there get turned into burnt and black like you. They taste delicious though, I mean sometimes too burnt, but very sweet. Oh, what are we talking about? Yeah, you. Hi. I'm Tikchik" Tikchik states happily to the elf.

The drow raises an eyebrow at the approaching insectoid.

Now this is more like what I had in mind.

"I assure you, I'm none too fond of the sun. I prefer cloudy days myself. You on the other hand, look like you would be perfectly crunchy when braised over a fire, maybe with a dash of salt to take the edge off."[sblock=Insight DC 15]]He's clearly NOT kidding, and the culinary reference is NOT a metaphor.[/sblock]The drow's eyes drift off as if in a reverie, and then quickly snap back into focus, "Have a seat and tell me about your exploits, most specifically the one that led to the loss of your arm."

 

[renau1g]

"Ah, yeah I'm sure us are delicious. Hard to catch us though." Tikchik chuckles at the drow's words, taking the chair offered, his spindly legs looking comical as it sits in the chair.

"Oh this? It was nothing. Funny you bring up the eating, a group of hungry goblins caught me one night while I was sleeping, sneaky they are, and they thought I am like the fly, tried to rip off my arms. They got one of them before I got away. I snuck back up later, and found them cooking my arm. They never got a chance to taste it though." the Thri-kreen replies.

OOC: bluff (1d20+3=4)...yeah there's something that's obvious a lie about his words.

 

[Tenchuu]

The dwarf does look aghast on seeing Spider's hair in his ale but shrugs as if the hair isn't the worst thing that's been in his drink before. His eyes grow wider, though, when Spider gives a quick count on their little wager.

"I see ye tryin' ta cheat, ya durned sneak!" He upends his mug, and quickly drains the brew in astonishing time, before slamming it back on the bartop.[sblock=Roll]Endurance check to beat the half-orc at manliness. (1d20+6=23)[/sblock]"Tha's how it's done, treetrunk!" He belches loudly. "Hahaha!"

Spider laughs along. "Iffna I an I issa tchreetrun, den ya mus be da stump, Grava!"

The slayer stepped off the stool and bowed low, comically outstreaching his arms and hands. "Oh Great Grava, I's mos iya drinkin compeddita, I an I salute ya now." Returning upright, he declared:

"All hail Grava, King a de Cup, an Baron a de Belch!"

Sitting back on the stool next to Graval, he smiled, "If ya could teach I an I 'ow ta drinkin ale afta ale as ya do, I an I would be a fatta man."

 

[pathfinderq1]

Along one wall of the common room stood a portal that connected this fine establishment with an even more reputable tavern on the island of Bacarte. In the normal scheme of things, the portal flared to life at rare and unpredictable intervals- so there was little consternation when it began to glow softly- most of the regulars probably barely noticed at all...

A few seconds later, though, it became clear that something was amiss. The glow grew brighter, and began to strobe with kaleidescopic majesty, throwing off a twisted rainbow of color- and a thin rising wail like a distant teakettle grew as the colors did. In the space of three heartbeats, as some of the patrons no doubt began to move towards cover (and others reached for weapons), the light grew into a blinding flash- and then vanished. Those sensitive to the aura of arcane magic would have sensed a similar fluctuation in the aura of the room itself.

As eyes readjusted to the sudden change in illumination, it seemed as if another figure had entered the tavern- but not through the door, and not in the typical fashionof the portal. Standing in front of the now-darkened gate was a slender figure wrapped in a billowing cloak of deep green with black embroidery. While a deep hood hid the figure's face, one green-gloved hand protruded from the cloak's cover to grasp a silvery staff. A second hand floated disembodied before the cloaked figure, still clutching the rapidly-disintegrating shreds of a ritual scroll.

The concealing hood swiveled around, scanning the room carefully- and the figure took a cautious step backwards at what it saw, only to bump into the solid wall of the portal. "Well, THAT was not what I was expecting...," a quiet voice murmured from under the hood.

[sblock= OOC]
>Character sheet still being worked on, but wanted to get things rolling a bit. Third character (new)- Mina, eladrin wizard (mage) 1
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