KaintheSeeker
Explorer
Tyra growls angrily and flicks her hair out of her face, turning away to avoid losing her imfamous temper while the others dicker. Fackin little ball of gristle.. like I'm anything like a cow! She fumes silently.
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DJ_Colossus
Explorer
Kneecap looks up expectantly at the charming Caspian with the strong command of Gobberish.
Leaning over to Tyra, "Methinks you best watch your britches, Red. You may have found yourself a silver-tongued suitor. Heh heh heh."
"Still, 7 crowns for ammunition is a good price. We never sold ours for less than 10 in the guild. Methinks it best you pick some up in case we run into more o them water-baddies."
Kneecap then looks up at the bandaged ranger.
"Well, Eyvind, good to sees ya back on yer feet. Hopefully the healer didn't give you too much of a start..."
Kneecap steps back and addresses the group.
"Just so you all know, we are here with the grace of Boss Zog Toot Sweet, my ex-employer. He has procured us four rooms at the brothel for the night. In the morning, I think it best we go on our way. Linger too long and we will be in his debt. I would also remind you to be on your best behavior. He has no love for tallfolk, and will string us all up by our ankles should we provide a nuisance."
Turning towards the Caspian, Kneecap introduces himself.
"Gavyn, is it? I am Thrillgrogboktokcantkaloos, basher of knees and filcher of prizes. Judging by your attire, you are an adventurer. After our last battle, methings we could use additional muscle. What do you say? You can share a room with Tyra. Heh." Kneecap genly elbows Tyra and winks.
Leaning over to Tyra, "Methinks you best watch your britches, Red. You may have found yourself a silver-tongued suitor. Heh heh heh."
"Still, 7 crowns for ammunition is a good price. We never sold ours for less than 10 in the guild. Methinks it best you pick some up in case we run into more o them water-baddies."
Kneecap then looks up at the bandaged ranger.
"Well, Eyvind, good to sees ya back on yer feet. Hopefully the healer didn't give you too much of a start..."
Kneecap steps back and addresses the group.
"Just so you all know, we are here with the grace of Boss Zog Toot Sweet, my ex-employer. He has procured us four rooms at the brothel for the night. In the morning, I think it best we go on our way. Linger too long and we will be in his debt. I would also remind you to be on your best behavior. He has no love for tallfolk, and will string us all up by our ankles should we provide a nuisance."
Turning towards the Caspian, Kneecap introduces himself.
"Gavyn, is it? I am Thrillgrogboktokcantkaloos, basher of knees and filcher of prizes. Judging by your attire, you are an adventurer. After our last battle, methings we could use additional muscle. What do you say? You can share a room with Tyra. Heh." Kneecap genly elbows Tyra and winks.
DJ_Colossus
Explorer
Kneecap
"Eyvind, if you're lucky, the bed will be dry and your neighbors quiet. This *is* a brothel after all. If I were you I'd just sleep it off and do your best to ignore the shrieking randy "Goobers".
Come to think of it, you'd have a hard time laying down in a gobber's bed methinks. Maybe Dark has something to help you sleep...
Hopefully no one will notice us and we can be on our way."
"Eyvind, if you're lucky, the bed will be dry and your neighbors quiet. This *is* a brothel after all. If I were you I'd just sleep it off and do your best to ignore the shrieking randy "Goobers".
Come to think of it, you'd have a hard time laying down in a gobber's bed methinks. Maybe Dark has something to help you sleep...
Hopefully no one will notice us and we can be on our way."
KaintheSeeker
Explorer
Tyra
Running a finger of Lady Rose, Tyra looks over Kneecap with a 'ain't gonna happen' look. "I'm thinking I get the solo room and you lads get to share one of the others, iffin I invite anyone.. it's definitely not going ta be the first charmin' lad who walks in." smirks as she fishes out her coin to grudginly pay the gobber merchant.
Fishing out a goodly portion of her funds she buys three more rounds and the intruiging hellfire round (43 gp.. ) thinking perhaps taking it by her fathers shop to let him or one of the other masters look it over to see how it was made. Mayhap we can make some new ones.. even improve on the improvisation of the gristlebag here. She thinks her herself as she tucks in the ammo. If she can find something of use, her father might unclench and give her some parts or ammo to work with from his shop, it would be nice to have enough parts to finsh her work on Lady Thorn, the half finished pistol in her kit.
Running a finger of Lady Rose, Tyra looks over Kneecap with a 'ain't gonna happen' look. "I'm thinking I get the solo room and you lads get to share one of the others, iffin I invite anyone.. it's definitely not going ta be the first charmin' lad who walks in." smirks as she fishes out her coin to grudginly pay the gobber merchant.
Fishing out a goodly portion of her funds she buys three more rounds and the intruiging hellfire round (43 gp.. ) thinking perhaps taking it by her fathers shop to let him or one of the other masters look it over to see how it was made. Mayhap we can make some new ones.. even improve on the improvisation of the gristlebag here. She thinks her herself as she tucks in the ammo. If she can find something of use, her father might unclench and give her some parts or ammo to work with from his shop, it would be nice to have enough parts to finsh her work on Lady Thorn, the half finished pistol in her kit.
darkbard
Legend
gavyn dundrake
the caspian acknowledges the gobber's greeting with little more than a nod of the head. "yes, an adventurer. something like that. there are some who would claim my swordarm is among the strongest in that fair city to the south, though i would not be so bold."
he turns to tyra and gently snatches her hand and presses it to his lips. "nor would i be so presumptuous as to attempt to bed this fair maiden as if i was some swamp gobber in the rut. i am a gentleman." he releases her hand.
[OOC: FYI, gavyn doesn't speak gobber. what he meant by "speaking a language they understand" was using common slang.]
the caspian acknowledges the gobber's greeting with little more than a nod of the head. "yes, an adventurer. something like that. there are some who would claim my swordarm is among the strongest in that fair city to the south, though i would not be so bold."
he turns to tyra and gently snatches her hand and presses it to his lips. "nor would i be so presumptuous as to attempt to bed this fair maiden as if i was some swamp gobber in the rut. i am a gentleman." he releases her hand.
[OOC: FYI, gavyn doesn't speak gobber. what he meant by "speaking a language they understand" was using common slang.]
DJ_Colossus
Explorer
Gavyn said:
"Sees, Tyra? Toll ya so!"
"Now, less make our way over to da brothel. It's over in the arse-end of town, conveniently near the churchies. Heh heh heh."
Tyra said:
"Well, this gobber has extra coin and could use a spring in his step-- if you know what I mean. Perhaps you all can have your own room while this gobber goes off to enjoy his evening."
After the transaction with the gobber merchant is concluded Kneecap leads the party through the bazaar, over to the brothel.
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Dirigible
Explorer
OOC:
In fact, the brothel consists of the far end of this building, and faces out onto a different street.
Tyra:
The hellfire shell sloshes slightly as you slip it into your charge belt... full of some kind of liquid? Luckily, it has a solid brass casing rather than the flimsy cloth of normal charges.
All:
Kneecap leads you through the bazaar, a few choice threats clearing all but the most insistant hawkers out of your path. A round door and series of low, wood panneled passages wind on from their, scented with a heavy aroma that must be quite appealing, if you're a gobber. Soon, however, the passage opens out into a larger room, one more than tall enough for the humans.
The sounds of carousing fill the air, laughter, drinks being poured and consumed, intimate company being solicited. The odour is an unpleasent combination of sweat and stale perfume, laces with intoxicants, tobacco and elf-weed for the poorer, scoobomba and Cryxian lotus for the more selective clients.
The chamber is about 30' across and roughly circular, with two stories, the second ringed with balconies and looking out over the main floor, where you've just entered. The walls are hung with rich, red (though somewhat faded and tobacco-stained) velvet hangings, giving it a close, warm, organic sort of feeling. Ornate candle holders ring the room, casting dim illumination. Stairs lead from the main floor to the upper rooms.
Customers and prostitutes laze about the room, gobbers and humans fulfilling both roles, most in various states of undress, under the watchful eyes of brick-fisted bouncers and an impossing Madam wearing a frilly grey and pink dress like a paladin would armour. She casts a glance at the mismatched party, narrowing her eyes as she sees you entered from the ShadowSkins guildhouse side of the room, rather than the fornt door. It's the kind of gaze that weighs, to the farthing, how much cash you carry.
A slender, perfumed curly-dark haired young man, so handsome you can only call him 'pretty' gives the tall Kossite a sultry, admiring look, and blows him a kiss.
From amongst the crowd, a svelte blonde woman in a revealing blue gown pushes forward, and fixes her attentions on the Caspian swashbuckler.
"'Ello, Gavyn..." she purrs. "I 'Ope you will be comming to see me again soon, oui?"
In fact, the brothel consists of the far end of this building, and faces out onto a different street.
Tyra:
The hellfire shell sloshes slightly as you slip it into your charge belt... full of some kind of liquid? Luckily, it has a solid brass casing rather than the flimsy cloth of normal charges.
All:
Kneecap leads you through the bazaar, a few choice threats clearing all but the most insistant hawkers out of your path. A round door and series of low, wood panneled passages wind on from their, scented with a heavy aroma that must be quite appealing, if you're a gobber. Soon, however, the passage opens out into a larger room, one more than tall enough for the humans.
The sounds of carousing fill the air, laughter, drinks being poured and consumed, intimate company being solicited. The odour is an unpleasent combination of sweat and stale perfume, laces with intoxicants, tobacco and elf-weed for the poorer, scoobomba and Cryxian lotus for the more selective clients.
The chamber is about 30' across and roughly circular, with two stories, the second ringed with balconies and looking out over the main floor, where you've just entered. The walls are hung with rich, red (though somewhat faded and tobacco-stained) velvet hangings, giving it a close, warm, organic sort of feeling. Ornate candle holders ring the room, casting dim illumination. Stairs lead from the main floor to the upper rooms.
Customers and prostitutes laze about the room, gobbers and humans fulfilling both roles, most in various states of undress, under the watchful eyes of brick-fisted bouncers and an impossing Madam wearing a frilly grey and pink dress like a paladin would armour. She casts a glance at the mismatched party, narrowing her eyes as she sees you entered from the ShadowSkins guildhouse side of the room, rather than the fornt door. It's the kind of gaze that weighs, to the farthing, how much cash you carry.
A slender, perfumed curly-dark haired young man, so handsome you can only call him 'pretty' gives the tall Kossite a sultry, admiring look, and blows him a kiss.
From amongst the crowd, a svelte blonde woman in a revealing blue gown pushes forward, and fixes her attentions on the Caspian swashbuckler.
"'Ello, Gavyn..." she purrs. "I 'Ope you will be comming to see me again soon, oui?"
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darkbard
Legend
gavyn dundrake
the caspian allows his eyes to dip unconsciously to the low-cut neckline of the woman's dress.
"ahhhhh, chartreuse. it just so happens that there is a room reserved upstairs with my name on it ... and there are a few crowns jingling in my purse and eager to make their escape. shall we?"
not acknowledging the fact that the room assignations were made before he joined the group and thus he is commandeering a room from one of his new companions, gavyn nevertheless leads the blonde to the staircase, one arm on her elbow, the other firmly around her waist.
the caspian allows his eyes to dip unconsciously to the low-cut neckline of the woman's dress.
"ahhhhh, chartreuse. it just so happens that there is a room reserved upstairs with my name on it ... and there are a few crowns jingling in my purse and eager to make their escape. shall we?"
not acknowledging the fact that the room assignations were made before he joined the group and thus he is commandeering a room from one of his new companions, gavyn nevertheless leads the blonde to the staircase, one arm on her elbow, the other firmly around her waist.
linnorm
Explorer
Eyvind
Eyvind
*Eyvind's hand drops to his sword hilt as shock and revulsion make their appearance on his face.*
"Neecaap, vere dees ruum? Eg feeling seek."
*Eyvind follows Kneecap's directions to a room, closing and locking it behind him and adding a chair against the knob for good measure.*
Eyvind
*Eyvind's hand drops to his sword hilt as shock and revulsion make their appearance on his face.*
"Neecaap, vere dees ruum? Eg feeling seek."
*Eyvind follows Kneecap's directions to a room, closing and locking it behind him and adding a chair against the knob for good measure.*
