Heroics around Hommlet [IC]

[Manzanita]

Raven

"Sticks and stones..." Raven whispers to Damien, them more loudly. "Guntrop will hire who he choses, and that seems to be us. I suppose we'll be off in the morning. I'm pretty short on cash, but will contribute what I can towards the donkey & cart. Excuse me a moment, now."

Raven will approach the table with the elves, and address them in Elvish. "Excuse me, I couldn't help buy overhear your distress about your missing comrade. Are you all right?"

 

[Thels]

"Well, if you don't want to fight with someone in a bar, we could step outside." Derk tells Damien with a grin on his face and both hands on his hilts. "Oh, and little man, you haven't solved mine yet. It should answer your question."

The elves and half-elf look at Raven as she starts the conversation, but the two males focus back at Derk short after. "We're fine," The elven man starts, "Though we might not be if your comrades are so eager to start a fight in here."

The woman gives a short angry look at him before addressing Raven: "Sorry, please don't mind Areolis. He's a little tense. You see, a good friend of us went for a small trip to Hommlet the other day, and she should have been back by now. With all those hobgoblins around, we kind of fear for her safety." She looks a little depressive as she tells you this.

"'Ey, 'keep!", the dwarf yells as he swings an empty mug around, "I *hic* need more ale *hic*"

The woman turns around, trying to hush the dwarf: "Quit it out, Thorgan. You've had more than enough."

"Who're you to *hic* d'cide that, ehh? *hic*" 'Thorgan' replies, tossing his mug at the woman. The woman ducks as the mug flies through the room, bouncing off Derk's table before falling on the ground.

"Hey, watch it, stupid dwarf! What are you trying to do, stone me with mugs?" Derk spits at Thorgan.

 

[MattDroz]

Gideon leans over to Col and speaks in Gnomish, "I'd be careful, sir. It looks like that Derk is looking for a fight. Perhaps we should suggest retiring for the evening?"

 

[WhatKu]

Walking over to raven, Col responds in Gnomish "I think I'll stick around for a while.". He nods at the elves and Raven, and speaks in a whisper. "Whats going on? That Human might get himself killed, if Derk is as strong as he says he is. We going to help him or just let it happen?"

 

[Majin]

Damien continues staring at Derk for a few moments as he considers the situation. Then slowly, a small smile creeps it's way upon his face. "No, I believe the Elf here is right. You are not worth it. I am a Prince. I do not wish to dirty my royal hands with your blood. I think the Hobgoblins are much more deserving of my attention at the moment, not to mention probably cleaner." He chuckled as he finished. Putting Derk below a common Hobgoblin in importance! He hoped that would sting a bit. It served the man right after the insults he threw at them.

Damien throws up a hand and waves off Derk as he walks over next to Raven to speak with the Elves. "Greetings, I am Prince Damien of Keoland. I apologize for that bit of behavior back there, it was quite unlike me," he sniffed, turning to Raven then back to the Elves. "Are they in need of help Raven? I'm sure our party would be glad to lend them a hand if they would like."

 

[Thels]

"A prince, ehh? Prince of fools, I guess." Derk rises, drawing a bastard sword in each hand. "I did warn you, though there's of course the chance you're too stupid to understand the gnome's riddle. Let's take this outside, as not to disturb the drinking habits of this deranged mugtossing folk.", grinning to Thorgan as he walks towards the door. Just after passing Damien, Derk holds still, asking "Or are you perhaps too chicken?"

 

[Majin]

Damien looks at the man cooly with a slightly bored expression on his face. "You may call me what you will, as we are out of my kingdom right now. But as for the other people in the tavern here, I don't believe they like you too much Derk. Now unless you want the whole general assemblage of folk in here to come down upon you I would do as I suggested earlier and sit back down, or leave. Your choice, but I've already told you. I will not lower myself to fighting with the likes of you. I will defend myself if attacked though, which is a choice you have to make as well. You'll have to strike at me here because I'm not leaving, and if you do so, how sure can you be that you won't have every blade in this bar facing your direction?"

 

[Thels]

Derk grins. "It appears I'm wrong. Perhaps you're not the prince of fools after all, but the prince of chickens instead. You're just using a lot of blah blah to cover it."

 

[Majin]

Damien smiles brightly at Derk. "Thats right Derk, that must be it." He then flashes Derk a grin of his own.

 

[mackenson]

Geryn watches the exchange between Damien and Derk, his brow furrowed. He shifts his chair back a few inches, and rests his right hand on the mace at his belt. He waits to see what will transpire, ready to defend his new companion. He knows that saying anything further will merely instigate the ruffian, who seems dead-set on getting in a fight with someone.