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Even Newer Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man
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Karmic_vegeance
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Amused at the Giantess's enthusiasm, J'ryi grins at the half-orc's offer. "Give me a moment, 'mate.' I've got something to take care of first." As the serving girl places a foaming tankard in front of him, the dragonborn nods to her and mutters, "Liquid courage..." before downing the mug. Ripping off the bandages on his injured arm, he reveals an unhealthy-looking gash, as well as an arm studded with scars of a similar nature. Pulling a piton out of one of numerous pouches, the dragonborn holds in front of his mouth, allowing a controlled flame to heat one end of the piton.
Carefully holding the piton, the end of which now glows red-hot, J'ryi begins to slowly and clumsily cauterize the wound. His expression is pained, bordering on severe discomfort, but the job is done quickly.
Wincing a little, J'ryi re-equips his gauntlet, pocketing the piton and the used bandages. He changes tables to sit with the Half-Orc and the others, a grim smile on his face. "Wouldn't do to get that infected," he notes casually, setting the lantern down in front of him.
Carefully holding the piton, the end of which now glows red-hot, J'ryi begins to slowly and clumsily cauterize the wound. His expression is pained, bordering on severe discomfort, but the job is done quickly.
Wincing a little, J'ryi re-equips his gauntlet, pocketing the piton and the used bandages. He changes tables to sit with the Half-Orc and the others, a grim smile on his face. "Wouldn't do to get that infected," he notes casually, setting the lantern down in front of him.
The door to the tavern opens and a large barbarian dressed in hide armor enters. He pauses moment, surveying the room with a stern face. Swinging his massive greatsword over his shoulder Grakk announces in a bold deep voice. "I am Grakk and I am looking for work. I specialize in delivering pain to those who deserve it!" He then strides over to an empty table, waiting and listening to conversations around him.
ooc: Goliath Barbarian Lvl 4
ooc: Goliath Barbarian Lvl 4
Karmic_vegeance
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J'ryi shakes his head. "No... I prefer doing this myself." His eyes are unfocused, suggesting his mind is elsewhere.
Snapping back to reality, the dragonborn smiles. "Maybe that'll teach me not to roll around in the gutter when restraining a mark. Dirty business, that was."
Snapping back to reality, the dragonborn smiles. "Maybe that'll teach me not to roll around in the gutter when restraining a mark. Dirty business, that was."
RedBeardJim
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A slight young half-elf follows the barbarian in, smiling. "He really does," he says before bowing his head slightly. "Morvannon Rinael is my name, and I too am in need of employment." He winces, then adds, "Preferably employment somewhat removed from the doings of the Church of Lauto. There, are you satisfied?" Nodding to all and sundry, he joins Grakk at his table.
OOC: Level 4 warlock joining back in
"Morvannon, I beiieve that we might be of service to the two over there. ." Grakk states while pointing to the man and the sobbing girl. He then states to the in a loud voice. "Man and crying woman, come sit down with us and tell us your tale that causes so much pain to the woman. Maybe we can help" the barbianian says as he points to the warlock sitting next to him.
pacdidj
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Yimayngurr winces as he watches the dragonborn dig into his own arm. "You really should let my mate One-Who-Waits look at that. He's a right good healer, he is. Make you feel manymak, real nice, eh? And what's all this about rolling in a gutter? Might be you gonna get infection."
Voda Vosa
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Mr Simpletown is surprised by the loud voice of the giantic goliath. But he gets the idea anyways. With a quick gesture and a whisper, he gets Ms Tine on her feet, still weeping, and leads her to the table of Grakk and Morvannon.
"Excuse us good sir, thank ye for noticin' us; we thought no one would answer our pledge." says Simpletown, as he finds a seat and helps the woman to sit down. the man, around his 50's finds a seat for himself, and when he is about to begin the story, the woman, ms Linda Tine explodes in a sudden speak-frenzy.
"Gimo Tine, my husband has fallen to the most terrible of traps! He works in the clay pits, filling bucket after bucket of clay to send to the potteries in Dauton, along with many other labourers." Mr simpletown interjects at this point.
"Yes, I'm his boss, Isaias Simpletown."
But Linda Tine takes back the speech "Gimo's daily routine goes from getting up around 6 in the morn, and walking to work about 3 kilometers from our home. When he's back home, I wait for him with the dinner ready."
Simpletown continues now "At my stablishment, he takes a shovel and rides the donkey that pulls the wagon which has other workers and hundreds of buckets to the clay pits outside the city. Once there, the men start collecting the clay in the buckets, get everything up, and return to the establishment to pack and prepare the clay for the potteries. They do that around 3 times a day." he explains. Then, his features contort into a sorrowful expression.
"But last morning was different..." he takes his straw hat and handle it intenively. "He didn't return from his deliveries. He went missing, but came back at the end of the day, completely oblivious of the fact that he disappeared for 6 hours! At work we interrogated him as to what happened, but he only said he didn't remember, and then, the town guard came with a full squadron, looking for Mr Gimo, under the charges of murder and public disturbs! Gimo! He couldn't have done anything like that, I swear for all the caly in my store!"
Ms Linda is about to cry again "My poor Gimo! The guards took him to trial, we had no mony *sob* how could we win?" she speaks barely. "They will hang him tomorrow morning!" and she breaks down in tears again.
Simpletown pats her on the shoulder, and continues with resignation " In trial, Gimo was identified by several witnesses as a sadistic and brutal assassin. Gimo only grabbed his straw hat as one by one the witnesses pointed fingers at him and claimed he was a murderer. We told those men that Gimo was not capable of killing not even a fly! But they wont listen.
We beg you good sirs, please help us. The judge said that if we found evidence of Gimo's innocence, that he will reconsider and judge him again. Linda can't pay you, but I have here all my savings of years of work, and I'm ready to spend them if this will serve justice and my friend Gimo." the old man said that with the determination of a dwarf, ready to die cutting orc's heads.
"Excuse us good sir, thank ye for noticin' us; we thought no one would answer our pledge." says Simpletown, as he finds a seat and helps the woman to sit down. the man, around his 50's finds a seat for himself, and when he is about to begin the story, the woman, ms Linda Tine explodes in a sudden speak-frenzy.
"Gimo Tine, my husband has fallen to the most terrible of traps! He works in the clay pits, filling bucket after bucket of clay to send to the potteries in Dauton, along with many other labourers." Mr simpletown interjects at this point.
"Yes, I'm his boss, Isaias Simpletown."
But Linda Tine takes back the speech "Gimo's daily routine goes from getting up around 6 in the morn, and walking to work about 3 kilometers from our home. When he's back home, I wait for him with the dinner ready."
Simpletown continues now "At my stablishment, he takes a shovel and rides the donkey that pulls the wagon which has other workers and hundreds of buckets to the clay pits outside the city. Once there, the men start collecting the clay in the buckets, get everything up, and return to the establishment to pack and prepare the clay for the potteries. They do that around 3 times a day." he explains. Then, his features contort into a sorrowful expression.
"But last morning was different..." he takes his straw hat and handle it intenively. "He didn't return from his deliveries. He went missing, but came back at the end of the day, completely oblivious of the fact that he disappeared for 6 hours! At work we interrogated him as to what happened, but he only said he didn't remember, and then, the town guard came with a full squadron, looking for Mr Gimo, under the charges of murder and public disturbs! Gimo! He couldn't have done anything like that, I swear for all the caly in my store!"
Ms Linda is about to cry again "My poor Gimo! The guards took him to trial, we had no mony *sob* how could we win?" she speaks barely. "They will hang him tomorrow morning!" and she breaks down in tears again.
Simpletown pats her on the shoulder, and continues with resignation " In trial, Gimo was identified by several witnesses as a sadistic and brutal assassin. Gimo only grabbed his straw hat as one by one the witnesses pointed fingers at him and claimed he was a murderer. We told those men that Gimo was not capable of killing not even a fly! But they wont listen.
We beg you good sirs, please help us. The judge said that if we found evidence of Gimo's innocence, that he will reconsider and judge him again. Linda can't pay you, but I have here all my savings of years of work, and I'm ready to spend them if this will serve justice and my friend Gimo." the old man said that with the determination of a dwarf, ready to die cutting orc's heads.
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