Even Newer Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[Neurotic]

Rocco goes out and waits for dragonborn guard and the rest of the party.

OOC: I'm fine with you joining, modest. As of yet I didn't put Rocco noticing you so we'll do reunion outside.

 

[Wik]

Abigail nods at Ibram, and then follows out after Dante. Azuras rushes back to the table, grabs a peanut, and munches on it guiltily, before chasing after Abigail.

[sblock=ooc]
I'm all for a valor bard. I GM for one in my RL game, and they're BRUTAL. It'll be nice to be on the winning side of one, for a change. [/sblock]

 

[FourMonos]

Renquist quietly follows the others out of the tavern and toward their distination. He keeps his eye on the recent half elf arrival.

 

[MetaVoid]

After Nementah and merry fellows leave stately deva returns, still carrying a book with him.

"Hmmm, I believe I have an answer for that port...erm...they already left? Oh well. Bartender, wine please."

OOC: Cyr Iannes, deva invoker (controller), 2nd level.

 

[Voda Vosa]

The door begins to open, and then stops. Some muttering can be heard from the other side, before it continues opening, shyly.
A woman and a man enter the tavern. The woman sports a poor and dirty dress, and the man is dressed slightly better, although it’s clear that he spent most of his life on heavy handwork. The woman is around her 40s and is rather attractive for a human of her age and status. The man is well beyond his 50s, and is clearly wear out. He holds the woman from the shoulders, as she is sobbing slightly. He pats her gently as they walk inside the tavern. The pair approach the bar, and ask the barkeeper something. The bartender explains them how to proceed and so the man turns to face the patrons assembled there. He clears his throat and speaks.
“Goo’day to ye lords ‘n ladies. M’name’s George Simpletown, I own a clay gathering establishment ‘ere ‘n Dauton.” Upon the mention of the clay establishment, the woman broke in cries. The man hurried to comfort her, patting her shoulder.
“Ye see, we seek help fer this fine lady, Miss Linda Tine. We beg ye to help these poor peasants to make justice and save Miss Tine’s husband. We… We’ll be waitin’ on tha’ table if a carin’ soul wish to help.” With that Mr Simpletown lead Miss Tine to a lateral table, and both sat there. Mr Simpletown tried to calm Linda, and apparently succeed, although she kept sobbing.

OOC: Recruiting 5 players, levels above 4th, mostly of good alignment, as an evil character would have no wishes to help poor people.

OOC: Just AutoQuoting if there are any other PC around...

 

[pacdidj]

The door opens and in strides a tall half-orc with a careworn face and two strange-looking spears strapped to his back. "G'day!" he declares, "Name's Yimayngurr, and I been just come back from a smelly hole full a' zombies and angry flying jellyfish."

He strides over to the bar and catches the barkeep's attention with a quick flick of his hand. "I'll take a bucket of oysters mate, raw. And a mug a' the cheapest swill ya got also."

Picking up his refreshments, Yimayngurr strolls over to a table and begins munching and drinking contentedly. "Pretty quiet in here, eh?" he says to no one in particular.

[sblock=ooc]Yimayngurr: Half-Orc Hunter Ranger 2
Just back from A Simple Dungeon Crawl and looking for adventure. He's submitted for level 2 review, but not approved yet.[/sblock]

 

[Mewness]

An indigo-skinned man wearing a turban enters right behind the half-orc. He is noticed by a serving boy, who looks away, and then upon realizing that the indigo-skinned man has seen him, addresses him quietly. "Hello, One-Who-Waits."

"The honored host is ever gracious to his most unworthy guest," One-Who-Waits murmurs, and passes by him, to the boy's apparent relief. He orders some fruit and a pot of tea, then sits down at the half-orc's table with a familiar air, as though sitting down at home.

[sblock=ooc]One-Who-Waits is a level 3 deva shaman. I'm thinking of retiring him, though, but I'll wait to see what other characters show up for the next adventure before I determine what I'll replace him with.[/sblock]

 

[Karmic_vegeance]

A figure bearing tarnished scale armor pushes his way into the pub, ducking his head underneath the door frame in order to fit. The crimson-scaled dragonborn brushes past a bouncer, the sound of glass striking glass evident as he walks. He slumps down in a chair, tattered cloak resting haphazardly on the back of the seat. Pulling off a vicious-looking gauntlet, revealing dirty and bloodied bandages, when the dragonborn is interrupted by the irritated bouncer tapping him on the shoulder.

Without directing his gaze towards the vexing individual standing behind him, the young dragonborn growls at the bouncer: "I'll ask you what you want, just so people don't think I broke your arm unfairly." Unfazed, the bouncer recites, "We ask all patrons of the tavern to introduce themselves, as an act of courtesy to fellow customers." This draws an incredulous look from the dragonborn. "What, publicly? I've heard of some strange rules before, but this takes the cake."

Turning to the crowd, he barks out a short proclamation. "It's J'ryi. Now is that all you wanted, or can I get my ale now?" Rather miffed, J'ryi unhooks a lit lantern from his belt and places it on the table, flame exposed, then fumbles with the bandages on his arm.

OOC: Level 1 Dragonborn Fighter here, and if it wasn't obvious I'm pretty much brand-spanking new. Haven't been approved yet, but I'm in no rush at the moment.

 

[Mewness]

[sblock=ooc]Welcome!

One-Who-Waits isn't very talkative because I'm going to switch characters. I'm working on a Seeker.[/sblock]

 

[H.M.Gimlord]

The doors open once more as an unusually tall and muscular woman enters The Hanged Man, cups her hands to her mouth in the shape of an anatomical bull horn, leans back, dangling long blonde dreadlocks in the air behind her head like vines on an ancient temple, and hollers, "AYETHAAAAAAAAAAL LAYEMINDT!" The call resounds through the tavern like a farmer's call to pigs as the morning slop is being delivered, "Now be a hunnih foah ole Ayethal ayand poah me some sweet tea shugah." she waves to the bartender and strides over to the chair at which the dragonborn is seated. Her pale skin catches the light of the table lamps, contrasting sharply with the dark hide armor she wears, gives her face and arms the appearance of disembodied appendages drifting through the tavern. She leans over and whispers in crimson crusader's ear, "Hunnih, yew owta wrap thayem cristahls in clahth oah somethin'. Ahn't yew afrayed they maht brayk?"

Having dispensed her advice Eithal joins Yimayngurr and One Who Waits, "Hayloo fellahs!" she claps each of them on the back jovially, "Did Ah meyiss anythin'?"[sblock=Translation for those who did not pick southernbellese as a language]The doors open once more, as an unusually tall and muscular woman enters The Hanged Man, cups her hands to her mouth in the shape of an anatomical bull horn, leans back, dangling long blonde dreadlocks in the air behind her head like vines on an ancient temple, and hollers, "EITHAL LEMINDT!" The call resounds through the tavern like a farmer's call to pigs as the morning slop is being delivered, "Now be a honey for old Eithal and pour me some sweet tea, sugar." she waves to the bartender and strides over to the chair at which the dragonborn is seated. Her pale skin catches the light of the table lamps, contrasting sharply with the dark hide armor she wears, gives her face and arms the appearance of disembodied appendages drifting through the tavern. She leans over and whispers in crimson crusader's ear, "Honey, you ought to wrap those crystals in cloth or something. Aren't you afraid they might break?"

Having dispensed her advice Eithal joins Yimayngurr and One Who Waits, "Hello fellows!" she claps each of them on the back jovially, "Did I miss anything?"[/sblock][sblock=OOC]Eithal is a level 2 female goliath warden. Her character sheet is in construction right now as it didn't survive the wiki migration [/sblock]