Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[Voda Vosa]

OOC: Just a quick question, is the spreadsheet still usable?

 

[Pentius]

Howler shoves Nave forcefully out of the way with one hand, while taking a piece of cheese from the platter with the other. "Oh, I'm sorry. Meanin' no disrespect, you see, it's a fine trade. Some o' my best lady-friends were- but some girls don't take to it, and I unnerstand that, and-" He cuts himself off and takes a deep breath. "Anyway. I'm here 'cause my ship got wrecked. I told the Cap'n he ought to have taken that little red hydra, they were on the level, but he wanted to take those mangy gnolls. I don't think they made it, at least. Spent a couple days floating on a bit of wood, and washed up here. I managed to get back on my feet, er, taking some odd jobs. But there doesn't seem to be a thriving guard trade here, for ships like. So, yeah, one does what one must. I get that."

 

[Luinnar]

It is like these people have never seen a women Sharpe mutters. Isn't that right my sweet Betty? he says pulling out his sword. Don't worry my dear, you are the only women for me. And some day we shall find a way to turn you back into whatever it was you were before you became a sword.

What is that? You like being an instrument of death? Sharpe says. It is nice you have have a good attitude on your curse. I would like to be an Orb of Annihilation myself.

Oops, Sharpe says, cutting himself on the sword. Blood everywhere, at least it did not get on the dragon.

 

[GROMkill]

Ignoring the rude shove from his rival, Nave responds to Vanessa with a calm, quasi-innocent tone. "I would be delighted to share a drink with you."

Taking the glass of wine from the pretty lady, he foolishly downs it instead of smelling the aromatic scents and tasting the hidden flavors.

"Ah, that goes down quite easier!" he proclaims, while taunting Howler by wiggling his eyebrows at him. Turning back to Vanessa, he points at Howler.

"Quality fellow he is, eh? Coming over here, thinking you were a... y'know. I mean, not like you aren't beautiful enough to be one. I mean, I would give up a whole chest of gold to have a nigh- err... Anyways, yeah." Nave stumbles over his words as he gets caught in over his head after his slip-up, finally deciding to shut hit mouth as his cheeks turn red.

 

[Pentius]

Howler breaks out into laughter. "If you had a chest of gold, you'd have to give it up just on how you wouldn't be able to carry it." He downs the wine in one gulp, and takes another piece of cheese from the snack platter.

 

[DalkonCledwin]

Drinking his freshly arrived whisky in a single gulp the Shifter watches the goings on in the Tavern with some apprehension. There was the insane man and his antics with the sword, though Zerin was always warned to be particularly careful when dealing with those suffering lunacy who weren't shifters or lycan's themselves. Then there was the Ogre and the Dandy who seemed to be fawning over that poor girl. Not one to really indulge that type of behavior Zerin decides it best to retire for the evening so that he doesn't have to deal with these people any longer, hoping that the dragons entrance did not cause undue harm to the sleeping quarters in the Tavern, Zerin pays for a room and then goes up to sleep.

 

[Iron Sky]

A smoldering lizard the size of a pony backs into the tavern, dragging what looks to be a whole red dragon wing behind it. Patrons grumble and move to different tables as it backs through the crowded tavern to lay its wing by the fire. A moment later, it is munching on it like a dog with a bone, occasionally coughing out inky clouds of black smoke.

It looks around the tavern blearily, then spots Max rises to its feet and drags the wing under his table instead, resuming munching contentedly.

A short while later, a slender man in a gray shinobi shozoku[1] wrapped in slender loops of chain enters. He looks around for a moment, then spots the devil-lizard and his dragon wing, nods, and retires to a quiet corner to watch.

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OOC: Dante, level 9 Beastmaster Ranger in the house.

 

[dimsdale]

Max nods to Dante. He then points to the ground where Virgil is eating the dragon wing and announces to everyone in a loud voice. That (pointing to the wing) used to belong to that! (pointing to the dragon head). Looking back at Virgil. Did ya eat the other wing on the way over here?. No wonder you two came in late. The warlord gives a sarcastic smile to the ranger.

 

[modus666]

Howler shoves Nave forcefully out of the way with one hand, while taking a piece of cheese from the platter with the other. "Oh, I'm sorry. Meanin' no disrespect, you see, it's a fine trade. Some o' my best lady-friends were- but some girls don't take to it, and I unnerstand that, and-" He cuts himself off and takes a deep breath. "Anyway. I'm here 'cause my ship got wrecked. I told the Cap'n he ought to have taken that little red hydra, they were on the level, but he wanted to take those mangy gnolls. I don't think they made it, at least. Spent a couple days floating on a bit of wood, and washed up here. I managed to get back on my feet, er, taking some odd jobs. But there doesn't seem to be a thriving guard trade here, for ships like. So, yeah, one does what one must. I get that."

Vanessa narrows her eyes a bit when Howler shoves Nave, but says nothing about it.

"Shipwrecked? That must be terribly unpleasant, all that time exposed to the elements, the sharks, the blazing sun. I cant imagine. Never been much for sea travel myself. I take it you've seen a lot of different places?"

Ignoring the rude shove from his rival, Nave responds to Vanessa with a calm, quasi-innocent tone. "I would be delighted to share a drink with you."

Taking the glass of wine from the pretty lady, he foolishly downs it instead of smelling the aromatic scents and tasting the hidden flavors.

"Ah, that goes down quite easier!" he proclaims, while taunting Howler by wiggling his eyebrows at him. Turning back to Vanessa, he points at Howler.

"Quality fellow he is, eh? Coming over here, thinking you were a... y'know. I mean, not like you aren't beautiful enough to be one. I mean, I would give up a whole chest of gold to have a nigh- err... Anyways, yeah." Nave stumbles over his words as he gets caught in over his head after his slip-up, finally deciding to shut hit mouth as his cheeks turn red.

Vanessa waves her hand at Nave's comments about Howlers 'ladies of the evening' comments, and rolls her eyes almost imperceptibly when Nave quaffs the glass of wine.

"He meant nothing by it. Its all a matter of one's perspective I suppose. Some people have to be more flexible than others and lack the luxury of being adamant in their particular flavor of morality." She fiddled with her small woodcarving thoughtfully. "

"So... Sir Nave... what is it that you do for a living. Or, does a knightly title give one the financial freedom to roam where one wills?" obviously trying to deflect attention away from whatever rivalry was brewing here.

 

[Pentius]

Howler remains impervious to Vanessa's attempts to defuse the rivalry between himself and Nave. He rubs his chin with one hand, saying "Some people have ta be more flexible and lack the luxury of being adamant in their morality. I think I'll hold on to that one, that's clever. Anyway, I've seen all kinds of places, like," Howler pauses for a second, dozens of incriminating answers flitting through his mind. "Like the Isle of Opposition, and Old Allaria, and anyway, you from around here? You seem a lot less frigid than the local doves. Er, ladies. You're, what's that word the Professor used to say? Approachable."