[GRIM TALES] Warhammer 'Chronicles of the Witch Hunter'

Grimmor looks for a drink at the Inn. "Charge it to Max... the guy with the ... big hat," the dwarf says. "Hey Norsie boy, you smell so bad your ma must have mated with a boar! Haha!" he heckles the Norse bodyguard.
 

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Three Feathers Inn, May 13th, mid-day

Krug said:
Grimmor looks for a drink at the Inn. "Charge it to Max... the guy with the ... big hat," the dwarf says. "Hey Norsie boy, you smell so bad your ma must have mated with a boar! Haha!" he heckles the Norse bodyguard.

The Norseman's drink spits up at the 'insult' "Wats?! Wats de'd yos just says ta me yea littl' bugger?" he then stands, towering over the dwarf. He sets his large greataxe onto the table and takes a step towards Grimmor.

One of the merchants says "Ragnar, ignore that runt, we have important business and have not time to entertain your baser pleasures!" and then he fixes the dwarf with a deadly glare. Grimmor notices that both the merchants are dressed poorly but that the both have wide fighting-dirks at the sides. The way they look at the dwarf is not the way normal merchants do either, as most then be shy away from him like the plague.

Ragnar remains standing, not returning to his seat, but not moving forward either.

Witch-Hunter Hammer orders another mead, and looks over at others sitting at the table "Well have ye no other questions? Not a very curious lot are ye? That may suit ye wall"
 

"I seyz your ma mated with a boar, yer pig-eared Norseman!" Grimmor says to Ragnar. He also puts away his axe and his eyes twinkle at the possibility of a bar brawl. He waits for the Norseman to come over rather than engaging him close to the merchants' table.
 

Rat

With a sleep move Rat has her bag at her side, the last food in her mouth and her bow in her hand. Not to use it, just to have her priced possesion with her the moment she runs away from this barroom brawl. She's real poor at that and somhow someone allways ends up with her dagger in his guts. Of course she has no idea how that happened...
But she's sure that a certain witch hunter would not take that too kindly now so she gets ready to run.
"Ye don't be the questioning type around a Witch-Hunter and live Sir, so we're shutting our traps. Simple as that."
 

Gunther

Gunther claps the Norseman on the back with a grin. "Never met one quite like Grimmor, eh Ragnar? He's always itching for a brawl. Those insults are not to be taken seriously. Hell, give him back a bit of what he's dishing out! You're as serious as a priest of Morr!"
 

Three Feathers Coach-Inn, May 13th, mid-day

The Witch-Hunter turns his icy gaze onto Mellory and after a second he nods his head "Ye just might be smart then ye look lass" still ignoring the potential brawl.

Ragner looks between Grimmor and the two merchants.
(occ Sense Motive roll (for Gunther I am giving him just a +0), Grimmor natural 20, Gunther 16, Johannes 12+1 =13, Mellory/Rat 10+2=12. Gunther and Grimmor both get the idea that Ragner might just be a bit afraid of the two merchants. It could be his job, but it is a bit odd /occ)

The fat innkeeper comes out from behind the bar and sputters "Oi please now govners, lets nots have us a fight' aye? Hows abot a free mead for eachs of ye, aye?" he says in almost a pleading voice (note he is human, the halfling you has see what the stableboy).
 

"Pah... all right, free mead is as good as a brawl. You'll keep yer tables intact today! And bring a roast for me will ya?" says Grimmor to the innkeeper.

"There's something not right about those merchants," mutters Grimmor to the others.
 

Johannes von Tritheim - Smart 4th

While the smelly norseman and the quarrelsome dwarf are about to start a brawl in the tavern, Johannes seems to become oblivious of what's happening. He tries to search in his memories something else he believes to have read about warpstone. Something important... [OOC: in other words, yes, I spend 1 action point for a critical success with my Knowledge (arcana) check.]



Grimmor said:
"There's something not right about those merchants"
Johannes is suddenly drawn back to the situation at hand by Grimmor's words. He looks at the merchants, but doesn't think to notice anything. Then, seeing that Witch-hunter Hammer is not looking at him, decides to cast a Detect Magic spell as discreetly as possible. [OOC: d20 roll of 5, +4=9, so casting roll is failed. Burn die: roll of 4 on d6, so Johannes loses 1 point of Strength in the process.] He then looks weary for a moment...


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[OOC: Okay, lets roll at home. It's easier and faster.]
 

Three-Feathers Inn, May 13th, mid-day

Grimmor said:
"Pah... all right, free mead is as good as a brawl. You'll keep yer tables intact today! And bring a roast for me will ya?" says Grimmor to the innkeeper.

"There's something not right about those merchants," mutters Grimmor to the others.

The innkeeper comes with the dwarf's drink, smiling and bowing. Witch-Hunter Hammer waves him away and then to Grimmor in a low voice he replies "Smugglers or look-outs for local bandits more then likely but hardly business of ours. More confident than then I'd expect though..."
 
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Johannes von Tritheim - Smart 4th

Witch-Hunter Hammer said:
"Smugglers or look-outs for local bandits more then likely but hardly business of ours. More confident than then I'd expect though..."

Johannes doesn't like that. Trying to recover from the spellcasting draining, he hazards:
"Hahem, as long as we are sure these smugglers didn't hear your speech and my questions about warpstones, I agree they are no business of ours. Just let hope they indeed didn't get any clue of our own business in this region..."
 

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