Island Empire, Part IV To face the Lich

[Scotley]

The goblin barman takes the silver offered up by Gnurl and tosses the coins at the orc who catches them deftly and deposits them in the box. Hearing the orders of Busted skull some of the patrons pay a little more attention to the newcomers apparently interested in your reaction to the beverage. A couple of stout goblins go to pull mugs from a small dusty keg set a little apart from the rest.

OOC: What's Radoon drinking?

 

[mleibrock]

Radoon

Radoon lays a silver piece on the makeshift bar and pipes up, "Make it three."

 

[Scotley]

The goblin's carefully fill your newly purchased mugs and bring you the drinks with a nod from one they each raise the mugs and smash Zurrik, Gnurl and Radoon on the head drenching each of you with plain if somewhat stale water. This brings uproarious laughter from the other patrons as you fall victim to what passes for humor in local humanoid circles. The other patrons pound on their benches and toast each other in celebration. A rotund Ogre claps you each on the back with a blow that is if anything more painful than the mugs. He laughs a hearty deep laugh and offers to buy you a round of stout. "Names Uoolash. Have a stout and a seat." He stares menacingly at a pair of Kobolds on a nearby bench. They hastily retreat deeper into the place and leave you the bench. The big Ogre leans against the stone arch support next to the bench. His great weight would no doubt leave you suspended in the air teeter totter fashion should he join you in sitting. "You lot ain't from around here."

[sblock=Mowgli]Did you see that coming or just not think H'Roosh would drink from a used mug? [/sblock]

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

[sblock=Scotley]Not that exactly, but I knew something was up. Also figured at least one of the party should stay sober, and since I know all the others in the group are wastrels and sots H'Roosh got nominated [/sblock]

 

[mleibrock]

Radoon

Upon being dowsed, Radoon looks at the other two and joins in the laughter at he and his friend's expense. "I guess we've been fully initiated. Uoolash, I'm Radoon and this is Zurrik and Gnurl." Radoon will take his stout and enjoy a long pull. "How'd you guess?" Radoon says with a smile to the Uoolash's assumption.

 

[Scotley]

Uoolash returns Radoon's smile. "Well, you've got the look of folk from the Empire proper. We Border Islanders are a bit different as you may have noticed." He sighs and then continues, "Its like this gentlemen, when folk like you come down here to a dockside toilet like this it usually means you're gonna make trouble. Now I admit that some of the lads here ain't likely to be nominated for sainthood on their demise and there'll like as not be few mourners at the graveside. That said, I'd just a soon you not hasten the process. So tell me who you're after and what the miserable sod 'as done wrong and if I figure he's likely the type of fellow as would do this thing you accuse 'im of and its something as what he should be hanged for, I'll see he goes along quiet like. But if I was to get the impression you're just down here for a bit of sport like and just lookin' to put some extra notches in your swords, well, some of the lads and me, we'll see that you get your skulls busted for real. So, if you've legitimate business let's have it. If you single out a particularly bad egg I'll even drink to your health and success. Otherwise, drink up and get out while you still can." He cracks his knuckles noisily and smiles a toothy smile that suggests he'd be more than happy to have you for dinner.

 

[Leif]

Gnurl Whiskerling

"Oww!" Gnurl rubs the knot that is quickly rising on his gnomish noggin, glowers into his drink, and tries to enjoy the beverage. Otherwise than his groaining, he's not saying a word for fear he'll get the whole lot of them skewered!

 

[Lou]

Zurrik Odeil

Grinning, Zurrik agrees with Radoon rubbing his head three times and arching his back to get the knot out, "We heard the house specialty was a killer drink. Now that we've tried it, I'll stick to stout."

Listening to Uoolash, Zurrik denies being there to cause problems, "We are not looking for trouble, time for that tomorrow. Today is about women." Zurrik takes another drink of his stout. "But speaking of trouble, have any of the regular lads disappeared recently?" Zurrik looks at Uoolash for signs of surprise.

OOC: I just knew ordering a busted skull was a bad idea, I just couldn't help myself. The more I thought about it, the more I had to make Zurrik order it.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

H'Roosh smiles just enough to show teeth as the joke on his friends plays out - his version of rolling on the floor laughing, and a slightly frightening sight.

"Indeed, we're far past our days of making trouble just for fun. Our trouble making these days is all a-purpose."

 

[Leif]

OOC: Doesn't H'Roosh fit right in with this crowd? (Appearance-wise, I mean.)