(LHHS) The Light Hearted Hack n' Slash Game (I)

[Lichtenhart]

"Neither I meant an offense to you, Yorick. I just found it curious. Anyway most of this people don't quite have a penchant for cleanliness, so I think your brawling skills will fit better what he has in mind. Oh, but how ill-bred I am! My name is" -here his husky voice lowers a bit- "Mak'Teh-Nar. Found anything interesting on the bulletin?"

 

[Macbrea]

"Someone is paying for kobold scalps, and something about there being undead in the swamps. I am not sure that is so true as he claimed to have 200 gold to just give away for someone to come out there and save him. The obituaries are odd. And some dangerous stuff with dwarven golems.", Yorick replies in draconic. "If what he is looking for is a brawler to do a mission for him. I can use the money. This place isn't too grand a location for me to spend the rest of my life."

"Ssssoosss, Orcssies you goingsss along wif us to check out what the elfsies wantsss?" , Yorick comments in common to the Orc.

 

[Dalamar]

A strikingly beautiful breton steps in through the door. She is clad in chain shirt and carries a bastard sword at her hip.
She moves through the bar, trying to evade grapping hands as she goes. She heads for the bartender and, when she reaches him, speaks in a melodious common.
"Excuse me, dear sir, but I would like a drink."

 

[Darkwolf]

The cloaked figure with the raven gets up after listening to the adventurers in the corner and checks out the bulletin board. He then goes sits down near the lizardman and the orc and asks in a whisper, "I saw the elf ask you for assistance and you also checked the bulletin board. Would you care for a companion skilled in magical arts?"

 

[Macbrea]

Yorick looks up at the cloaked figure, "Notsss sssure whats we doing, I wasss going to hang out and waitss for the elfsies to show back up at the ssspot he sssaysss to meet him at." Yorick takes a final sip of his drink and orders another one, "Yoosss welcomess to come along iffin yoo wishesss."

 

[Lichtenhart]

"This place isn't too grand a location for me to spend the rest of my life."

"You're absolutely right, my friend. I'm looking forward to an opportunity to leave and find a little bit of adventure..." The new guest catches his eyes. "Maybe with a piece of sugar like... Can you excuse me for a moment?"
Mak casts back his hood, revealing his wild silver hair and two little ivory horns which contrast with his dark skin. He approches the beautiful breton as she is ordering a drink.
"Can I offer you something, most gracious one?" says his warm and husky voice.

 

[Dalamar]

The breton turns her deep red eyes at the imp.
"If you would be so kind, sir, I would like a drink. I have been traveling for a while and was hoping to find some way to earn some money."
She smiles from the corner of her mouth.
"You wouldn't know where I could earn some money with my sword, would you?"

 

[Creamsteak]

Damn! I have to conceal better my mind. It could be dangerous. Hey, what's this?

Mak tries to land a kick on the rat before it scampers away.
(init +8, Attack +2, Damage 1d3+2)

You crush the rat's spine easily, splurting blood around the floor and onto your boots. You gain one gold piece and 5 exp points.

 

[Creamsteak]

. o 0 (mmmmm.
Smell good.
Rocks smell good too.

Wonder how to get in this box?)

Brawn looks at the box for means of entry and reads the numbers.

One tiny edge of the box has a rounded circle indentation in it. The other small side has a what coloring to it and has a small ridge on one of it's sides.

 

[Creamsteak]

A strikingly beautiful breton steps in through the door. She is clad in chain shirt and carries a bastard sword at her hip.
She moves through the bar, trying to evade grapping hands as she goes. She heads for the bartender and, when she reaches him, speaks in a melodious common.
"Excuse me, dear sir, but I would like a drink."

The bartender is servicing the ale machine again (how broken is this machine?). During the few moments before the bartender can get to you, three farmer boys come up behind you. They each speak:

The first farmer, a large redguard man says:
"I heard milk does a body
good, but damn girl, how
much you been drinking?"

The second farmer, an Imp boy wearing a loose baggy shirt (which you quickly spot his name is sewn into the back) says:
Are you wearing lipstick?
Well, mind if I taste it?

The third farmer, an exceptionally ugly orc man says:
Do you sleep on your stomach?
No? Can I?

After all three are done with thier 1 liners... the bartender gets over to you and asks: Ale? or the Harshest Crap in the Land?