Misery in Mordent

[Andrew D. Gable]

Ivar says nothing, but wrinkles his semi-orcish snout at whomever called him a monster, and takes the proffered ale from the old barkeep. "Maybe Ivar not want to go," he says as he takes it.

Spot Check= 12.

 

[Thrarn Iranorn]

“I don’t know about the rest of you, but we have been treated poorly since we arrived at this strange place, and I am tired of it. Is the next place going to kick us out or threaten us as well?”

 

[Snipehunt]

"You have got to be kidding me!!”Karthak grumbles. “We are paying customers, and your going to kick us out? What if we decide to stay? What if we want to sit at that table over there?”

Duggan ignores Karthak at this, holding out a mug of ale for him to drink.

"Maybe Ivar not want to go,"

"Wall, that be up to you," Duggan says as the bar grows ominously quiet. "But I ain't treated you aught but polite, and ya'll be welcome at the Cat. All are, even such as you," he says pointedly to Ivar.


[QUOTE]“I don’t know about the rest of you, but we have been treated poorly since we arrived at this strange place, and I am tired of it. Is the next place going to kick us out or threaten us as well?”[/QUOTE]

Duggan aims a hard look at Karthak. "I dunna recall a body askin' you here, or to this Thristletown. It don't take many to upset an apple cart, and oncin' it be done, ain't nar way to get all the apples back in. So 'scuse me if we don't roll out the red carpet and hand ya the keys to town. But I'll be glad to stand ya an ale, to let ya know dar aint no feeling 'gainst ya in particular."

Spot checks -

Those above 10 see the middle-aged barmaid go behind the bar pick up a long metallic object looking something like a musket, except it has a large, bell-shaped muzzle (blunderbuss).

Aesa sees written on a post next to the staircase a series of hash marks. The lowest, about 24 inches tall, is written next to "Kevin, 12 months." The next is about 30 inches tall, and has "Kevin, 18 months" next to it. The last is about 36 inches tall, and has "Kevin, 2 years" next to it. All of the hashmarks were carved, and at one time were died or colored with ink, but someone spent a lot of time to erase the coloring, and tried to sand out the marks and words themselves.

And on a side note, I'm moving, and probably won't be able to post until Friday, maybe wednesday. Hope you're enjoing ravenloft - sounds like it's starting to get annooying, but you're close to where the action starts, and it'll start running.

 

[Mithreander]

Baldor looks around in near amazement. "This be the first tavern I've seen where me kind are not wanted! I can understand the orc-kin, no offence," the last to Igor. "But dwarves? Well now, if'n you want business to suffer, then this be the way to do it, for where dwarves are not welcome, our ale is not sold." He scouls at the mug offered him and says "No, thank ye. I have me own mug, an' 'ave no need for your non-dwarven brew and lack o' 'ospitality." Baldor turns and leaves. If that's the way of it, then he's fine about taking his business elswhere.

 

[Jarval]

Osric grunts in pain as he gets to his feet, and makes a decision.

"Right, I've had enough of this." He grabs his gauntlets and greive, before limping to the door and stepping out into the street.

Once outside the hostile atmosphere of the tavern, he takes out his holy symbol and chants a quiet prayer to Kord. A red-gold glow briefly surrounds his hand then dissipates as he touches his leg. *

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Back inside the tavern, Horatio scowls back at the innkeeper.

"You know, you could try being a little more tolerant. Just because the lad's got tusks, you're treating him like dirt. Quite frankly, sir, I would not give you my custom now, even if you were to beg for it." He moves away from the bar, and lays a hand on Ivar's shoulder.

"Come, my friend, let us find another hostelry that will serve us. I for one do not wish to be associated with such bigots as these." Chin in the air, Horatio strides magnificently out of the door, cutting a fine and noble figure... to his own mind, at least.


(Osric drops Shield Other to cast Cure Moderate Wounds on himself. I know you ruled that he'd not suffered any Hit Point loss, so it's just a piece of flavour text really.

Oh, and Horatio's exit is 20 Charisma being used in a very pointed way )

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"Phaah," Ivar says, or exhales. He heads out the door, ale in hand. Once outside, he drains it in one swallow and tosses it back to the old barkeep. Then he reaches under his cloak and pulls out his small silver wineflask and takes another drink.

 

[Thrarn Iranorn]

Karthak takes the mug of ale offered to him and with a smile, pours its contents on the floor as he exits the Inn.
“Lets look for the Sleeping Cat that that scum was talking about,” he states to the others once outside.

 

[Mithreander]

Baldor, understanding their attitudes, can not find it in himself to remain angry. Thes efolk, with the police force they keep and their attitudes, odviously fear alot. Now that it is appearant that they fear something, it's time to seek out what... or would have been if he did not already have a quest. "Come, perhaps we'll find answers at the cat." he says as he moves in that direction.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"Aye," Ivar mutters in reply to the dwarf's suggestion. "Maybe find out who ghost-woman is."

OOC: Taking care to say this a bit loudly, so that possibly the barkeep can hear it as he returns to the tavern. Maybe he knows something more.

 

[Mithreander]

Baldor, continiues up the street to another place that looks like a tavern, trying to look for signes that might indicate that it was the Sleeping Cat.

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Legend:           each mark=20 feet
w=woods/swamp     U=Upstart Raven (tavern)
r=road            S=Sleeping Cat (Tavern)
s=stream          P=Pewter Mug (tavern)               
h=house           M=Meeting Hall
a=apothecary      J=Jail/Armory
b=blacksmith      H=Mayor's house     
g=general store   W=two members of the watch
m=mill            -=open ground
d=bridge          T=Temple of the Morninglord
f=planted fields  P=Party