Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[TwoHeadsBarking]

The door to the tavern swings open. A young woman dressed in dark, layered armor strides into the establishment. Her appearance marks her origin as the Kingdom of Jade. Her green eyes sweep across the tavern quickly, then roll in exasperation. "Oh heavens, I'm going to spend the rest of my life in this dive, aren't I?" she says to herself, although not so quietly that she can't be overheard. "Well, here we go again." She then gives a large smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, and introduces herself with forced cheer:

"Greetings peasants, inebriates, and fellow reprobates- I mean, adventurers. I am Haruka Sato." She bows slightly before continuing, "Should anyone have a problem that requires a swift and permanent solution, and is capable of making it worth my while, please, don't hesitate to ask for my help." Her smile evaporates, and she heads over to an empty table, evidently uninterested in the local fare.

OOC: Haruka Sato level 10 warlock, ready and waiting.

 

[garnuk]

Introducing Garnuk

A tall langly half-orc deftly slides in behind the classy warlock. A rapier and small crossbow seen hanging off his loose belt. He heads on over to the bar and sits at an empty stool. "A drink for Garnuk, and make it a strong one."

OOC: I'm just getting started, but I look forward to playing some 4e online. The idea of a persistent Forum world seems really fun to me. Garnuk, Warlock Binder (waiting for approval)

 

[garnuk]

After finising off a couple pints of what passes for beer, Garnuk starts to look casually scan around the bar. After spotting another half-orc he slides over, surprisingly without knocking over any stools and says to the man. "Don't think I recognize you... Where you from?"

 

[Pentius]

The door to the Hanged Man bursts open, revealing a tall half orc with a huge grin. "Hahaha, the bar is OPEN!" The half orc, clearly some kind of degenerate, struts in. He pulls out a stool at the bar and sits down. "Boozeman! Booze me!" he smiles a big grin. The bartender taps a sign that says "No name, no drinks."

The degenerate, no, clearly a pirate, laughs and calls out, "The name's Howler! Guess I'm not as famous as I thought, I still have to introduce myself!"

OOC: Howler, level 1 half-orc ranger, ready for duty

 

[Nebten]

GM: To the 1st level PCs in the Tavern. Resent count shows 4 1st level characters in the tavern. Of course, that would be 4 strikers, but what is in a name. I have a 1st level game set up, but I'll be going out of town this coming weekend for 2 weeks. If something comes up before then, but all means join it. If not, maybe some non-striker could come into tavern during that time and we can get a game going on my return. It would be up to each PC to decide if they wanted to join in the adventure or not. Cheers.

 

[garnuk]

[Ooc ]I don't think my char has been approved yet,is it possible to undo his striker status?[/ooc ]

 

[Mewness]

[sblock=ooc]You can tinker with the character as much as you like before it actually enters play and gets approved. Or you can generate something entirely different if you want.

I think GROMkill also has a 1st-level character in the wings, and TheWalrus has one as well.[/sblock]

 

[GROMkill]

A tall, slender man shoves the doors of the tavern open, and stands in the doorway for a second, staring, before he walks in, the doors just missing him in their rebound. He looks rather foolish there, standing with his hands on his hips, his chin up, legs spread strangely apart, and his eyebrows drawn into a scrutinizing scowl. He wears a suit of chainmail, covered by tattered robes that are littered with small rips, bits of what looks like vomit, seagull-poop, and a bit of blood. Clumsily roped around his waste is a large morningstar.

Addressing the tavern in general, he speaks, in a loud, booming voice. "Greetings, gentlemen, peasants, crooks, noblemen, fishmongers, it is I, Sir Nave Redorb, champion of Zagreus, enemy to lowly fools, idol of all women living and deceased alike." He stands for a few seconds more, nodding to himself, letting the words sink in, maintaining his unwarranted condescending scowl. "I have come from a far-off land, in search of a way back. Which one of you, such fine, cultured, handsome, groomed men, can assist me in telling me exactly where I am?" He looks at the patrons, searching their faces for any emotion other than distaste.

He lifts his voice once more. "Ah, and barkeep! Fetch me some ale at once. I am thirstier than a dog left out in the scorching summer sun."

OOC: "Sir" Nave Redorb, first-level cleric leader in da house.

 

[Pentius]

The bartender is just serving Howler his beer when Nave Redorb enters the tavern. Howler bursts out laughing, somehow managing to fall from his seat and spill his still full ale on the floor. Pulling himself up and managing to stop his laughter just long enough to speak, he says, "Women idolize you? How much do they charge for that around here? I know it's extra in most ports."

 

[GROMkill]

Nave spits on the ground, disgusted to be recieved with such insulting manners. He patronizingly glares at the pirate as he gets up off the ground, recovering from lying in a pool of his drink, laughing. "Ah, as I said, a fishmonger." he retorts, referring to Howler. Before volleying off a half-orc slur at the man, he notices the other few half-orcs in the room, and bites his tongue, not trying to get his arse kicked. "Disregarding this uncultured, foolish sea-rat, is there anyone else who can enlighten me with the knowledge of where I am?"