Misery in Mordent
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Brother Shatterstone
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Sir Drevan Whiteshield: (Male/Human/Fighter 4/Knight of the Crown 4) and Cohort
Drevan looks at the two brothers before reply, “I agree on both accounts, but everyone in the village says this place will takes us in. Guess we will find out soon enough..." His thoughts trail off but only for a secound, "Either way it goes like not make anymore of a seen then already has been made.“ His mood gets darker as he thinks about the black carriage, “We all seem to have much in common and wasting time arguing with the locals isn’t going to make are loved ones return any quicker.”
Drevan looks at the two brothers before reply, “I agree on both accounts, but everyone in the village says this place will takes us in. Guess we will find out soon enough..." His thoughts trail off but only for a secound, "Either way it goes like not make anymore of a seen then already has been made.“ His mood gets darker as he thinks about the black carriage, “We all seem to have much in common and wasting time arguing with the locals isn’t going to make are loved ones return any quicker.”
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Snipehunt
First Post
(Sorry for the d-lay. Moving turned out to be a. A pain.
Taking over for a second
. . .)
The party walks South to the Sleeping Cat. A few shadowy figures are lounging about outside, one smoking a small pipe (which may be new to your PC's). They eye the PC's, but otherwise ignore them. The sturdy door hangs unevenly from the doorframe. They push through to enter.
Although the Upstart Raven was not the most luxurious or stylish tavern the members of the party had visitied, it was comfortable and homey. The Sleeping Cat, however, compares unfavorably to the most beaten-down, dirt-floored, flea-infested peasant's hovel. Only a few grime-covered lanterns shed any light in the single room downstairs. Mismatched chairs, many with sticks of wood splinted onto broken legs, show the abuse of years of brawls and hard use. Tables are bare, unpainted wood for the most part, although they appear to be clean. The floor, however, is littered with the damp, smelly remnants of straw put down to cover the sticky wood floor beneath. Old bones, bits of hard bread, the heads of carrots and other refuse also litter the ground, as well as shards of broken glass and pottery. The party wonders at the broken glass, evidence of wealth not shown elsewhere here.
Behind the bar is a tough-looking middle-aged man. One eye is covered by a blue eye-patch with a crudely-painted eye in the center. Stubble covers his scalp and chin, and he has lost the the last two fingers on his left hand.
At least a dozen people are sitting at the tables. One group of 4, three men and a woman, appear to be wearing leather or studded leather armor and to be armed. They could be be brothers and sister, all with similar features - dark brown hair, beady brown eyes, and long noses. Sitting at the table with them is a tough-looking man in exceptionally dark and oily studded leather. The eyes of the party seem to slide right off of him. A long scar runs along his chin under his mouth, making him look like he has a second pair of lips.
Another group of 3 features a short, thin, wiry woman wearing chain mail, a fat man with studded leather, and another woman, with long, flowing blonde hair, wearing exceptionally fine clothes for such an establishment. The woman in chain is complaining loudly about the weight of the metal armor as the party enters, and picking some of her black hair out of chain links that had caught it.
The rest of the patrons appear to be down-on-their luck farmers, except for the surprsing sight of McDonough, the disgraced guard, sitting with his head down at the bar.
"Just wear a braid, Legestra, nobody here cares for your pretty locks," the blonde-haired woman says as the party enters. She appears ready to say something else, but stopsand appraised the new group.
In the sudden silence, the bartender speaks up with a hoarse voice.
"Common ale be a copper, strangers, but we got the finest from Kartakass for 2 silvers. Whiskey if'n ya want it." He gestures with a dirty mug to an empty table in the center of the room. "And for strangers, I does gots two rooms - 1 gold each. I wouldn't advise sleeping outadoors, if'n ya know what I mean."
At that, the other patrons beginning chuckling evilly.
Taking over for a second
. . .)The party walks South to the Sleeping Cat. A few shadowy figures are lounging about outside, one smoking a small pipe (which may be new to your PC's). They eye the PC's, but otherwise ignore them. The sturdy door hangs unevenly from the doorframe. They push through to enter.
Although the Upstart Raven was not the most luxurious or stylish tavern the members of the party had visitied, it was comfortable and homey. The Sleeping Cat, however, compares unfavorably to the most beaten-down, dirt-floored, flea-infested peasant's hovel. Only a few grime-covered lanterns shed any light in the single room downstairs. Mismatched chairs, many with sticks of wood splinted onto broken legs, show the abuse of years of brawls and hard use. Tables are bare, unpainted wood for the most part, although they appear to be clean. The floor, however, is littered with the damp, smelly remnants of straw put down to cover the sticky wood floor beneath. Old bones, bits of hard bread, the heads of carrots and other refuse also litter the ground, as well as shards of broken glass and pottery. The party wonders at the broken glass, evidence of wealth not shown elsewhere here.
Behind the bar is a tough-looking middle-aged man. One eye is covered by a blue eye-patch with a crudely-painted eye in the center. Stubble covers his scalp and chin, and he has lost the the last two fingers on his left hand.
At least a dozen people are sitting at the tables. One group of 4, three men and a woman, appear to be wearing leather or studded leather armor and to be armed. They could be be brothers and sister, all with similar features - dark brown hair, beady brown eyes, and long noses. Sitting at the table with them is a tough-looking man in exceptionally dark and oily studded leather. The eyes of the party seem to slide right off of him. A long scar runs along his chin under his mouth, making him look like he has a second pair of lips.
Another group of 3 features a short, thin, wiry woman wearing chain mail, a fat man with studded leather, and another woman, with long, flowing blonde hair, wearing exceptionally fine clothes for such an establishment. The woman in chain is complaining loudly about the weight of the metal armor as the party enters, and picking some of her black hair out of chain links that had caught it.
The rest of the patrons appear to be down-on-their luck farmers, except for the surprsing sight of McDonough, the disgraced guard, sitting with his head down at the bar.
"Just wear a braid, Legestra, nobody here cares for your pretty locks," the blonde-haired woman says as the party enters. She appears ready to say something else, but stopsand appraised the new group.
In the sudden silence, the bartender speaks up with a hoarse voice.
"Common ale be a copper, strangers, but we got the finest from Kartakass for 2 silvers. Whiskey if'n ya want it." He gestures with a dirty mug to an empty table in the center of the room. "And for strangers, I does gots two rooms - 1 gold each. I wouldn't advise sleeping outadoors, if'n ya know what I mean."
At that, the other patrons beginning chuckling evilly.
Jarval
Explorer
"Oh Gods, they think they're witty..."
Ignoring his brother, Osric heads to the bar, and puts down three gold coins.
"We'll take the rooms, and I'll have a whisky. Wine for my brother, if you have any, and I'll pay for whatever my friends order." He takes a seat at the table, quickly joined by Horatio.
"A little extravagant, don't you think? We've only just met these folks, after all."
"I don't care. They're in the same mess we're in, and at least I know my coin's of some use here. Other than Ivar, we don't have the first idea where they all come from, or what they use for money. I can spare some gold for tonight, and I'm sure they'd repay the favour if we needed it."
"Perhaps. Anyway, interesting joint, this. Got a bit more character than the Raven. And the people look a little more our type." Horatio smiles, looking around the inn. "I might even do a performance, if the owner's willing."
Ignoring his brother, Osric heads to the bar, and puts down three gold coins.
"We'll take the rooms, and I'll have a whisky. Wine for my brother, if you have any, and I'll pay for whatever my friends order." He takes a seat at the table, quickly joined by Horatio.
"A little extravagant, don't you think? We've only just met these folks, after all."
"I don't care. They're in the same mess we're in, and at least I know my coin's of some use here. Other than Ivar, we don't have the first idea where they all come from, or what they use for money. I can spare some gold for tonight, and I'm sure they'd repay the favour if we needed it."
"Perhaps. Anyway, interesting joint, this. Got a bit more character than the Raven. And the people look a little more our type." Horatio smiles, looking around the inn. "I might even do a performance, if the owner's willing."
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Andrew D. Gable
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Ivar looks around the tavern's common room, taking in its ramshackle appearance. This was the kind of place he was used to. "Ale," he says almost idly. Then, "What's wrong with outside?"
Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
Sir Drevan Whiteshield: (Male/Human/Fighter 4/Knight of the Crown 4) and Cohort
Drevan with a slight worried look that the half-orc question would upset the patrons, “Not that my friend here is implying that anything is wrong with this fine establishment, but we’ve gotten many warning about the sleeping outside and not many explanations.” Drevan glances around looking for a chair that looks sturdy enough to handle his weight and the weight of his armor. Upon finding one to his liking he places his hand subconsciously upon it while nodding to Osric and his act of kindness, “I’ll have the whiskey too.” He then turns to pull a chair out for Aesa who had been taking in the establishment with a very interested expression upon her face. Drevan’s hand upon her shoulder causes her to jump slightly while forcing her from her daydream. She smiles at Drevan, as a slightly red tint spreads over her cheeks, mouthing a simple thank you while taking her sit. Upon setting she turns to the bartender and orders with her normal smile upon her face, “I’ll take wine if you have it also. ”
Drevan with a slight worried look that the half-orc question would upset the patrons, “Not that my friend here is implying that anything is wrong with this fine establishment, but we’ve gotten many warning about the sleeping outside and not many explanations.” Drevan glances around looking for a chair that looks sturdy enough to handle his weight and the weight of his armor. Upon finding one to his liking he places his hand subconsciously upon it while nodding to Osric and his act of kindness, “I’ll have the whiskey too.” He then turns to pull a chair out for Aesa who had been taking in the establishment with a very interested expression upon her face. Drevan’s hand upon her shoulder causes her to jump slightly while forcing her from her daydream. She smiles at Drevan, as a slightly red tint spreads over her cheeks, mouthing a simple thank you while taking her sit. Upon setting she turns to the bartender and orders with her normal smile upon her face, “I’ll take wine if you have it also. ”
Snipehunt
First Post
The bartender squints through his one eye at Osric's coin. He reaches out a grimy hand and picks it up.
"Feels right. But this hain't the seal o' Mordent. Nor any udder land we's seen."
He bites into it, leaving small indentations where his mismatched yellow teeth hit the coin.
"Taste's right. Tell yer what, I'll take yer coin. But ya hain't but paid for 5 o' Kartakass, and thar be 7 of ya. Being as ya wants both rooms and all. Ya wants the common?" he says doubtfully, taking in Osric's fine clothes and the espensive armor of the others.
The group of four alike-looking ruffians snickers at Ivar's question. But it appears good-natured to Ivar, who recognizes souls kindred to his own in many ways.
The woman appraises the tall, strange-looking half orc in a long, steady look. "You might not have any troubles here, traveller, if you make the right friends."
She groans for a second, then reaches down to rub her shin, "None of that, Adris!" she says to one of her companions. "I need no brothers lookin' after me."
At that, the four put their heads together and continue a quiet conversation.
(listen checks for everyone)
Drevan and Aesa take a seat near the front at an empty table. Although the chairs look rickety, the binding and splinting has made strong, if odd-looking, seats. Blue-Eye looks over from the man and woman and laughs.
"Tain't nothing right about this place, but it'll do the trick," the bartender says. "There be all manner of strange things about at night. Once yer out of shot o' the guard, you be on your own. Take care."
(Unless I hear otherwise, Ivar, Baldor, and Karthak are also at the table for the moment. You can stand to talk to the folk at your next post, or wait developments. Listen check first, though.)
"Feels right. But this hain't the seal o' Mordent. Nor any udder land we's seen."
He bites into it, leaving small indentations where his mismatched yellow teeth hit the coin.
"Taste's right. Tell yer what, I'll take yer coin. But ya hain't but paid for 5 o' Kartakass, and thar be 7 of ya. Being as ya wants both rooms and all. Ya wants the common?" he says doubtfully, taking in Osric's fine clothes and the espensive armor of the others.
The group of four alike-looking ruffians snickers at Ivar's question. But it appears good-natured to Ivar, who recognizes souls kindred to his own in many ways.
The woman appraises the tall, strange-looking half orc in a long, steady look. "You might not have any troubles here, traveller, if you make the right friends."
She groans for a second, then reaches down to rub her shin, "None of that, Adris!" she says to one of her companions. "I need no brothers lookin' after me."
At that, the four put their heads together and continue a quiet conversation.
(listen checks for everyone)
Drevan and Aesa take a seat near the front at an empty table. Although the chairs look rickety, the binding and splinting has made strong, if odd-looking, seats. Blue-Eye looks over from the man and woman and laughs.
"Tain't nothing right about this place, but it'll do the trick," the bartender says. "There be all manner of strange things about at night. Once yer out of shot o' the guard, you be on your own. Take care."
(Unless I hear otherwise, Ivar, Baldor, and Karthak are also at the table for the moment. You can stand to talk to the folk at your next post, or wait developments. Listen check first, though.)
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Mithreander
Explorer
Listen check: 16
Baldor grins at theplace around him and says, underhis breath, "We have finely found the true meaning of humanity in this town." Since it was not to anyone, he does not expound upon his comment, though he does chuckle at it.
Taking a seat at a table, having to jump a little to get into it, then pulls out a pipe and tabbac and lights it up. "Nice place." He turns to the bartender and yells "A silver seems steep for a pint of ale. Is it trully that good? I'll give it a go, if'n that be the case, and since me friend 'ere is buyen!"
Baldor grins at theplace around him and says, underhis breath, "We have finely found the true meaning of humanity in this town." Since it was not to anyone, he does not expound upon his comment, though he does chuckle at it.
Taking a seat at a table, having to jump a little to get into it, then pulls out a pipe and tabbac and lights it up. "Nice place." He turns to the bartender and yells "A silver seems steep for a pint of ale. Is it trully that good? I'll give it a go, if'n that be the case, and since me friend 'ere is buyen!"
Jarval
Explorer
Horatio's Listen check: 27.
Osric's Listen check: 6.
"My pardon friend, it seems I've lost all ability to add numbers." Osric passes another two gold pieces to the bartender. "Kartakass for us all, and one for yourself. It's good to get a decent welcome somewhere this evening. Do you have anything we might eat?"
Horatio sits quietly at the table, trying to judge the acoustics of the inn, drumming a faint rhythm on the table with his fingers. He hums gently to himself as he waits for his drink.
Osric's Listen check: 6.
"My pardon friend, it seems I've lost all ability to add numbers." Osric passes another two gold pieces to the bartender. "Kartakass for us all, and one for yourself. It's good to get a decent welcome somewhere this evening. Do you have anything we might eat?"
Horatio sits quietly at the table, trying to judge the acoustics of the inn, drumming a faint rhythm on the table with his fingers. He hums gently to himself as he waits for his drink.
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Thrarn Iranorn
First Post
“Ahhhh, home sweet home. This is more like it. What ya got to eat in this place my friend?” Karthak asks the bartender.
“I’m starving. I will gladly pay for the meals of all who want to eat, even the locals. Ill buy the next round of drinks for everybody in here as well.”
Getting comfortable in his chair he looks back at the bartender.
“Ale for me and the biggest plate of food ya got, take everybody’s order and let me know how much I owe ya.”
“I’m starving. I will gladly pay for the meals of all who want to eat, even the locals. Ill buy the next round of drinks for everybody in here as well.”
Getting comfortable in his chair he looks back at the bartender.
“Ale for me and the biggest plate of food ya got, take everybody’s order and let me know how much I owe ya.”
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