Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch

[DralonXitz]

He turns to the barkeep and says, "A pitcher of your strongest beer and a steak fer me, and whatever the Rider here wants. Oh, and I believe you have one last room open, aye? I'll be takin' that as well." Slapping his coin down on the bar and pointing to Skarkus, Thromgril says, "Ya ken give him the keys when you're done."

The Bartender nods and takes the gold, sliding over over two ales and two keys, with the room numbers on the keys.

"Thank you sir, I'll have your steak taken over as soon as it's done.

Manuevering his way back to the bar he waves the bartender over and profers the glass under the bartender's nose and says "now does that smell like whiskey sir? I be think'n not, now could ya get me an unopened bottle of yer finest whiskey, a new glass and I'll be pourin' it myself."

As he grabs the glass and smells it, he is appaled and apologizes profusely.

"By Brima's Beard, I am truely sorry. Long hours I suppose, ya know."

He turns around and grabs a fresh bottle from the wall, with a black label reading, "Old No. 83, Mier's Finest Whiskey. He also grabs a short fat glass mug and slides it over to him, "On the house Master Dwarf. I apologize for that.

Just then, the two Elves on the stage finish their song. Zar stands, claps twice and says, "Hazzah, minstrels, hazzah." Zar tosses a gold coin onto the stage. "Might you know a song of the Chieftain of Skelandgrief and the fall of Amun?" Zar says, sitting back down and hoping the bards might know a historical song that retells the tale.

As one of the Minstels bends over and picks it up, he nods to the elf and whispers something to his partner. They tap their feet a few times and begin to emit a soft tune from their lutes, one of the Elves humming as he softly begins to sing.

"The seasons change, across the land...
The grass to snow, the snow to sand.

The creatures live, the creatures die...
The kingdoms fall, the kingdoms rise.

The tales sad, the warriors brave...
From the mightiest general, to the lowest knave.

But no single story, will make one so sad so soon...
As the tale of the Dragonknights, in Glorious Amun.

The Kingdom shined, it's deeds were great...
But even such glory, could not deter it's fate

Their scholars foresaw, the coming doom...
But even this darkness could not bring them gloom.

The Nobles laughed, they drank in the feast...
They did not fear, the approaching beast.

Only one Lord believed, the great Scholar Kontano...
His name was The Patriarch Lord Nagano.

He told all the councils, of the goblins campaign...
But even now, they did not fear the bane.

He finally had enough, to hell with the Lords...
He assembled the Knights and rode out to the Hordes.

They fought truely bravely, without a fear...
Only Nagano could shed a tear.

His men were fading, them hope was dim...
The Future of his Kingdom, was getting grim.

He gripped the Phalanx, and charged to the Hall...
Where he and 3 Knights were confronted by Krall.

He laughed at the Patriarch, he considered him weak...
Nagano's men knew, the outcome was bleak.

They engaged in a duel, ignoring the snow...
Until Krall turned and dealt, the final blow.

He held up his hammer, and bellowed a shout.
The Dragonknights knew, their fury was out.

The Goblins slaughtered them, without any remorse...
The Final Knight knew, this was his course.

So this was the end, of the mighty Knights...
There would be no more conquests, great feasts or fights.

The room goes silent as they finish their song, everyone in the tavern silently stating down at their cups, a few shedding tears as the Elves finish playing.

As the group finishes hearing the tune, Zar and Derrik slowly examine among the gloomy faces. Only one being seems unaffected by the tune, that Zar notices, a pair of Red eyes in a pure black cloak, with a massive Greatsword stabbed into the ground next to it's table as he glares at the Elf, his eyes seeming to get redder as Zar looks into them.

 

[deadestdai]

Feeling a little miserable after the minstrels' song though appreciating it just the same, Skarsus, after noticing that none had applauded yet, started clapping in the hopes he would not end up being the only one.

 

[Vendetta]

Zar-Vroxiar winks at the man with the glowing red eyes as he stands to clap, feigning wiping a tear from his eye. "Bravo, dear minstrels, bravo." He sits back down and focuses on his wine, rolling the song's lyrics over and over in his head, hoping to commit them to memory.

 

[Ferrix]

Derrik claps heartily at the minstrels, the somber tale reminding him of some of the songs the skalds used to sing in the undercities of his kin. He watches the elf shed a tear or two and gives a chuckle to himself. Sitting back at the table he smiles and gives the elf a clap on the shoulder, saying "it'll be alright lad, there'll be more songs."

 

[ferretguy]

Ackalon, noting the effect this song had on the crowd...the emotional drop in the people hearing this tale was quite strong, it even touched his heart a little...Perhaps I should pick up these skills of lyrics someday...could get me into places that I may have trouble getting invited to... he thinks to himself, then shaking his head, naw...not many locks be there that I can't pick...eventually.... Smiling, hearing a few claps he also tosses a gold onto the stage..Great song minstrels! Now perhaps one dedicated to the fine ladies of this tavern would serve to bring the mood back up?

 

[taitzu52]

Thromgril is barely paying attention. As he sadly eyes Derrik's whiskey, he wishes to himself how he could get back on the road in search of adventure for himself. Hearing the ballads of Elves just makes him long for his own exploits. But for now, he resigns to his current situation, and can think of only one thing that will make the time go faster as he turns to the Dwarf and says, "Eh, Derrik! Are ya ready fer another shot?", putting all of his faith in the generosity of his companion.

 

[Vendetta]

Zar-Vroxiar turns to Derrik, "Aye, my friend... Aye." He says, lowering his head toward the dwarf, again feigning a mood of sadness. Then, under his breath the whispers to the dwarf, "Do you see the man behind us with the eyes? He is taking an unnatural interest in those of us sitting at this table. What do your dwarven instincts tell you?"

 

[Vendetta]

Zar Stands again. "Ackalon, come to the bar with me, let me buy you a drink, my friend." Zar says and begins slowly to the bar after giving the half elf a long look.

Leaning in close to Ackalon, Zar whispers, "What do you make of our "friend" there? You know the one that I mean." Then louder, in a more normal tone of voice intended for who ever to hear, "What favors you? Bar-keep, I shall need a shot of gin... nothing special, mind you, for I have your most excellent wine for flavor."

 

[ferretguy]

At first surprised by the desire of the wizard to buy him a drink, as he leans in mentioning the stranger, he states Well since your buying some dwarven whisky may be just the thing to help warm my throat before heading to bed" He stands and stretches turning his head working the "kinks" out and does as best measuring up of the cloaked stranger as possible without being to obvious.

OOC: Sense Motive +4 Spot +8

 

[Vendetta]

Zar-Vroxiar will buy a gin and water for himself, a Dwarven Whiskey for Ackalon and a second Dwarven Whiskey for Thromgril.