Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[VanderLegion]

OOC: Character is still pending approval but more than happy to roleplay with those present... since i just came in could someone give me a brief rundown of who's here int he tavern with us?

OOC: L4W Tavern Patrons. First post is kept up to date pretty regularly with the current patrons in the tavern. Looks like it was last updated yesterday so should be pretty close (dunno if anyone else showed up since, but...)

 

[modus666]

OOC: L4W Tavern Patrons. First post is kept up to date pretty regularly with the current patrons in the tavern. Looks like it was last updated yesterday so should be pretty close (dunno if anyone else showed up since, but...)

OOC: OH... i see now. tyvm. most of these folks seem rather quiet so i want sure they were here.

 

[Pentius]

OOC: You will probably find this thread to be very useful. EDIT: ninja'd

Howler, growing tired of dragons and dirty clerics, runs a hand over his bald scalp and fixes his gaze on the newcomer. He abruptly grabs his ale and wanders over to her table, setting the mug down with a thump and pulling up a chair. The tall half-orc breaks into a broad grin and gestures with a tattooed arm to Vanessa's wood carving. "A whittler, are ye? We 'ad one of them on board one time. Well, a couple of 'em. It were this Hydra, and three or four of the little sparrows would all hit at their woods with their knives, makin' funny statues of the crew. The captain got squawkin' good when he saw what they'd done, and gave the little guys the drop, though. They were right though, he had the biggest beak...anyway, what're you makin'?"

 

[modus666]

Howler, growing tired of dragons and dirty clerics, runs a hand over his bald scalp and fixes his gaze on the newcomer. He abruptly grabs his ale and wanders over to her table, setting the mug down with a thump and pulling up a chair. The tall half-orc breaks into a broad grin and gestures with a tattooed arm to Vanessa's wood carving. "A whittler, are ye? We 'ad one of them on board one time. Well, a couple of 'em. It were this Hydra, and three or four of the little sparrows would all hit at their woods with their knives, makin' funny statues of the crew. The captain got squawkin' good when he saw what they'd done, and gave the little guys the drop, though. They were right though, he had the biggest beak...anyway, what're you makin'?"

Vanessa stops carving as the half-orc approaches her table looking up at him him casually. As he goes on about wood carving hydras and sparrows her eyebrows reach new heights, and she eyes the flagon of ale he brought with him with suspicion.

"Hydras... and... sparrows... (she gives her head a quick shake) Anyway, um, I'm not sure what this will be. I often just start carving. Sometimes I end up with something nice I can sell. Annnnnnd other times I end up with a toothpick. (she grins sheepishly).

In any case it keeps me busy in between work. (she continues carving absentmindedly, her hands clearly working more of their own volition than of any conscious effort on Vanessa's part.) The last place I worked at was the Bloated Boar. The guys there... (She rolls her eyes) a little too grabby if you know what I mean.

So, you sound like you've spent some time on a boat, what is it you do exactly misterrrrrrr....? (she cocks her head expectantly)

 

[Pentius]

Howler remembers his surroundings, to some degree, and says haltingly, his accent and slang letting up a bit, "Oh, I, er, fly with some, er work with some...merchant ships. Honest tradesmen. I'm a guard. Anyway, I haven't been to that Bloated Boar place. Sounds like they got a problem with the guys trying to get merchandise they ain't paid for, which is what a place needs bouncers for. Like this place. Ain't no grubby pawprints on the doves here. Er, ladies. Not being hassled. 'Cept by that guy." Howler gestures to where Nave is trying to ply his charms.

 

[GROMkill]

Nave steps over after eavesdropping on the end of the conversation. His patronizing tone (not a bar pun) continues despite his wacky attire. Butting in, he speaks to Howler.
"Ah, I see my story did not enrapture you as it did the other patrons. Such is the way of crusty sea-dogs as yourself."

Very blatantly eyeing the newcomer with a certain pleasure, Nave's tone changes from condescending to womanizing. "Hm, my gorgeous acquaintance, let not this boring guard stand in your way of meeting such a fine, blessed, and majestic man as Sir Nave Redorb." As he refers to himself in third person, his adds a more fancy dialect onto his voice, emphasizing his name.

"Could this lowly holyman be blessed enough with the privilege of buying such a glorious woman as yourself a drink finer than the common wine you drink of?" He sappily winks as he speaks to the newcomer.

 

[modus666]

Howler remembers his surroundings, to some degree, and says haltingly, his accent and slang letting up a bit, "Oh, I, er, fly with some, er work with some...merchant ships. Honest tradesmen. I'm a guard. Anyway, I haven't been to that Bloated Boar place. Sounds like they got a problem with the guys trying to get merchandise they ain't paid for, which is what a place needs bouncers for. Like this place. Ain't no grubby pawprints on the doves here. Er, ladies. Not being hassled. 'Cept by that guy." Howler gestures to where Nave is trying to ply his charms.

Vanessa stops carving. Her eyes lock onto the half orc in front of her.

"Merchandise? Paid for? I don't do that kind of work mister Guard." She goes back to carving her small stone block with a slight shake of her head.

"Have something to eat. " She motions her head towards her snack plate which is currently untouched. "You could probably use something a little more solid than just ale my friend. "

She pours a glass of wine. "Or try some of this. Has a nice aroma. Something a little less heavy than ale might be good too." She smiles.

"So... Freelance sailor-ing not paying like it used to? I know the feeling. You'd think and experienced server could find something more steady in this town." She accents her frustration with a more forceful stroke of her knife on the wood.

"At this point I'd even be willing to pull some guard duty or something like that. I don't like to fight mind you... but... (she casts an eye down at her crossbow on the floor) one does what one must, aye?"

 

[stonegod]

[sblock=modus666]Blue (and dark blue) are hard to read on a black background (esp for us less-spry males). Perhaps royalblue or similar lighter shade?[/sblock]

 

[modus666]

Nave steps over after eavesdropping on the end of the conversation. His patronizing tone (not a bar pun) continues despite his wacky attire. Butting in, he speaks to Howler.
"Ah, I see my story did not enrapture you as it did the other patrons. Such is the way of crusty sea-dogs as yourself."

Very blatantly eyeing the newcomer with a certain pleasure, Nave's tone changes from condescending to womanizing. "Hm, my gorgeous acquaintance, let not this boring guard stand in your way of meeting such a fine, blessed, and majestic man as Sir Nave Redorb." As he refers to himself in third person, his adds a more fancy dialect onto his voice, emphasizing his name.

"Could this lowly holyman be blessed enough with the privilege of buying such a glorious woman as yourself a drink finer than the common wine you drink of?" He sappily winks as he speaks to the newcomer.

Vanessa raises her eyebrow at Nave, then casts an "oh, now i see" glance towards Howler.

"Glorious, he says, wow," shaking her head slightly, "Happy to meet you Sir Nave, but I think I'll stick to what I'm more accustomed to drinking. I'm afraid anything rich enough for your noble blood might not sit too well with my common palatte. You may share what I have with the good sailor and I, if you like, (she pours him a glass also) as long as it is not, you know, too common for your tastes?"

Vanessa casts an irresistible smile Nave's direction, hoping to diffuse whatever conflict might be brewing between the sailor and the vivacious nobleman.

OOC: ok.... i'll switch colors for future posts. sorry about that.

 

[DalkonCledwin]

the Shifter Paladin notices the table with the human girl sitting at it, where a half-orc seems to be talking to her and a dandy appears to be hitting on her. Zerin shakes his head in disaproval at the actions of the dandy, and simply turns back towards the bar where he hopes to be able to get at least some semblance of a peaceful drink. Once at the bar he orders the hardest whisky that this establishment has available to them. And then sits back and waits for his drink to arrive.