Island Empire Part 2, Mermaid's Rest

[Maidhc O Casain]

H'Roosh

Once Annora has left and we are all alone again, Radoon offers,

"Due a a grievous err in judgment on my part, or last attempt to rescue Allois failed miserably." Radoon lays out the plans to rescue Allois and what happened in the bar. "Now we need to come up with another plan. Sadly I do not know all the talents of the two newcomers so I'd like to hear their thoughts as well."

"I work best as a mobile fighter. My skills in other areas are somewhat limited - I don't cast spells or sneak around. Call me in when you're ready to attack and put me in the thick of things, and I'll serve you well."

 

[Scotley]

[sblock=Gnurl]The orc looks at you quizically, there being no one else but the monkey on deck. He shrugs, motions the Gnome aboard, points to the doors into the cabin below. He holds up a tangerine and raises his eyebrows in question.[/sblock]

 

[Leif]

Gnurl Whiskerling

[sblock=Gnurl]The orc looks at you quizically, there being no one else but the monkey on deck. He shrugs, motions the Gnome aboard, points to the doors into the cabin below. He holds up a tangerine and raises his eyebrows in question.[/sblock]

[sblock=Scotley]"Sorry about that, for all I knew, the monkey was a polymorphed wizard. Thanks," Gnurl says, taking the tangerine, "What's this for?"[/sblock]

 

[Scotley]

[sblock=Gnurl]The old orc laughs through his few remaining teeth, "You so small, need to eat and get bigger." Still chuckling he returns to work. The monkey begins to make some racket obviously annoyed that someone else it getting fruit. The Orc tosses up an apple.

OOC: No worries. Perhaps I didn't make it clear that this a place of business and folks are pretty casual about using walkways on boats at the 'Rest.[/sblock]

 

[Leif]

[sblock=Scotley]ooc: no sweat, if I act the fool I expect folks to laugh!


Gnurl will come onboard the ship and approach the gangway that leads below, looking for signs of inhabitants and being quite conspicuous as he does so. "Ho, the ship! Is there a wizard in the house?"[/sblock]

 

[Scotley]

[sblock=Gnurl]A short wide dwarf, with a bushy vermin riden beard, comes out of the double doors, raises a chain mail kilt and starts pissing off the side of the boat. "Aye, there's a wizard aboard; its his place. He's at the end of the bar." He jerks a tumb over his shoulder in the direction of the doors.[/sblock]

 

[Leif]

Gnurl Whiskerling Gnome Wizard at Small

[sblock=Gnurl]A short wide dwarf, with a bushy vermin riden beard, comes out of the double doors, raises a chain mail kilt and starts pissing off the side of the boat. "Aye, there's a wizard aboard; its his place. He's at the end of the bar." He jerks a tumb over his shoulder in the direction of the doors.[/sblock]

[sblock]Gnurl immediately drops all pretense of politeness and decorum and hurries through the doors before the dwarf can piss on him. (It ain't easy bein' short!) Gnurl finds the bar and heads to the far end, expecting to find an unconcious wizard sprawled amongst the pretzels.[/sblock]

 

[Scotley]

[sblock=Gnurl]Blinking as his eyes adjust to the dimness within the bar, Gnurl spots a likely fellow at the far end of the bar. He wears a loose-fitting doublet in black adorned with silver stars. He has a neatly trimmed short gray beard. He rests on elbow on the bar, and his chin on his palm. Some unseen force turns cards in front him as he appears to play solitare without touching a card. Their are perhaps half a dozen patrons in the bar, well armed rough sorts.[/sblock]

 

[Leif]

[sblock=Scotley]Bagger Vance, uh, "Ragger Chance, I presume? Your reputation precedes you sir., Allow myself to introduce ... myself:" { Shades of Austin Powers! } "I am Gnurl Whiskerling, Gnome Wizard at Small, and I seek an exchange of knowledge with your esteemed self. Specifically, I am hoping to learn the mysteries of a spell that can stop, negate, or end the effects of another spell. I am willing to compensate you fairly for this service perhaps by offering to you the same service from my not inconsiderable array of spells, or perhaps by presenting to you an item of enchantment from among my possessions, or perhaps by payment in gold. Any combination of these would be agreeable to me, just so long as the exchange is a fair one to both of us."[/sblock]

 

[Scotley]

[sblock]The wizard makes a dismissive gesture and the cards collect themselves into a neat stack and glide to the edge of the bar to settle out of the way. The wizard looks Gnurl up and down, a brief process to be sure, and then nods. "I believe I can help you my diminutive friend. Please join me for a beer and lets have a look at the spells you have to trade." He nods to the bartender, a particularly fine buxum young woman at first glance, but Gnurl's familiarity with Illusion allows him to see more. She is in fact considerably older and less comely than the magic suggests. Her short salt and pepper gray hair suggests she's well over 40 and her face and arms are pockmarked with scars suggesting a particularly disfiguring childhood illness. She brings over two mugs from a small cask keep out of sight of the other patrons, Chance's private stash no doubt.[/sblock]