Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard

[Arkhandus]

"Ah, well, I could finish Entan's errand any time this morning. I thought you were troubled, so I offered..... Ah never mind. If you have other matters to attend to, I wouldn't mind. I can finish my errand for Entan now or later this morning, it doesn't matter." he reponds.

'Well now I'm confused.' Alaric thinks to himself.

 

[Yttermayn]

Sticking with the group, Aohdan first marveled at the city inside the gates. His face gradually drooped, going from marveled, to interested, to indifferent, and finally to bored and ultimately oblivious. When someone finally mentioned that they were near the tavern (Aohdan could no longer tell one building from another), he perked up a bit and started paying attention again. "Muzdum, what does 'registration' mean? I'm completely lost here." he said ironicaly. In a few moments though, Aohdan caught on to what was happening. "Oh, I see how it is." he said with as much ire as he could muster. With that said, he did an about-face; presenting his back end to the guild hall (a rude gesture, for centaurs anyways) and trotted after Muzdum. "Cripes! I came to the city to get my shoes fixed and have a rundlet or two with yeh, and here they're askin us for our life savings! Cities are insanity!"

 

[shadowmask]

"Why would you think I was troubled?" Corath looks at the wizard curiously. "Perhaps, if you would rather, you can choose the tavern. I am unfamiliar with the various alcoholic beverages served here."

 

[Arkhandus]

"Uh, well, you seemed fidgety and a bit skittish...? I must've misunderstood. Anyway, a drink would help me wake up, and calm your nerves if you're feeling a bit unwell. The Hydra's Flagon has a good selection and decent company, usually..... It's not too far from the Guild's compound, over there." he gestures towards the compound.

 

[Jemal]

Sir William makes every attempt to keep this... 'group'... together. He didnt know why, but something gave him the feeling that if he could just get them organized, they could accomplish great things. He didn't really believe in circumstance.

"Please, please. There's no need to get worked up. I'm sure we can discuss this over a nice ale at a nearby Tavern. Perhaps later some of us may Register, but for now a seat and a drink will do fine." He doesn't really know his way around all that well having only been here a few days, but figures it shouldn't be hard to find a tavern. TOGETHER

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

William, Estelle, Aohdan, Muzdum, Johen...

Estelle realizes that the nearest tavern to the Guild compound is the Hydra's Flagon, a tavern that often doubles as a gambling house. The establishment is rather famous for its hydra headed ale taps, five hydra head sculptures with the ale kegs attached in the back. The wait staff retrieve ale from the spouts in the hydra's mouths, with the relative strength (and price) increasing from left to right. The tavern also features a premium meal of "hydra steak" though anyone with any common sense knows its just pork.

OOC: Thanks for the tavern name, Arkhandus.

OOC: Hydra taps description edited due to my lack of ale-fu.

 

[Amaury]

"Please, please. There's no need to get worked up. I'm sure we can discuss this over a nice ale at a nearby Tavern. Perhaps later some of us may Register, but for now a seat and a drink will do fine."

Hearing William, Johen sees red and replies to the tall man in an angry tone: "No need
to get worked up??.. 50 gold pieces??? Most of us here can only afford to spend
a couple of Silvers a night!!.. Who are you? A Lord? The son of a rich merchant??..

You have barged into our conversation and given us advice after advice but are yet to
introduce yourself and your companion!.."


When Estelle reveals the possibility of the Hydra's Flagon and describes it, Johen has a quick
glance at Muzdum and smiles imagining the dwarf diving in the 'beer fountain' head first!

[sblock=William]No worries! I play Johen as 'slightly' exhausted, paranoid and seriously edgy in this unfamiliar
(and potentially dangerous) urban environment. so he's picky and reacts rather easily...
but otherwise he's a nice guy, serious! [/sblock]

 

[Jemal]

William laughs in a friendly manner "Indeed I have forgotten my manners. How poor of me. I am William Windwalker, and this is my... friend, the lady Estelle." As they sit (assuming Johen doesn't object too vehemently to them all sitting together), he smiles "And no, I'm no rich man. I've a few gold pieces left to me but I could not afford such a hefty rate either. I would assume the reason the rate is so high is because of their OTHER way of gaining admittance.. Though I don't suppose any of you heard that over the outcry after the 50 gold. They allow 'prospective members' to join by completing a task.. probably a quest of some sort to prove that we would be good enough to join their guild. I for one think it would be a good idea. They DO offer many things with membership, and the quest itself could prove interesting as well as fruitful."

William stops for a moment, pondering the druid. "I understand you and that hunter wish to find out who killed this master of yours, and maybe with the resources of the adventurers guild you could do so. I mean, do you have any REAL leads right now other than a poisoned dagger?"

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Valen...

At the back of the Adventurer's Guild compound, Valen finds the wine barrel wagon parked by the back gate. The driver is speaking to another guard when he sees Valen, "Ah, there's my helper! Come on over fella." The driver signs his name to a piece of paperwork the guard is holding out for him, then climbs back into his wagon as the guard opens the rear gate. The driver gets his horses going and the wagon lumbers into the compound and to the back of the Guild tavern.

When the kitchen doors open for the delivery, the smells of roasted pork, venison, beef, chicken and other delights assault Valen's nose. The kitchen is open to the common room, with dishes fit for a king spread out buffet style, adventurers picking and choosing what they want from the table. The nearby bar apparently serves a multitude of wines, ales, beers, malts, liquors, and several things that Valen has never seen before. And none of the patrons appear to be paying for any of it. The driver gets Valen's attention, "Come on, we have to lug these down to the basement."

 

[Helfdan]

Now I see why they charge fifty gold... this alone is worth it

Valen ignores his dry throat and growling stomach as he tightens the straps on his light pack, then grunts as he hefts the first barrel. The teamster finds the forester's lean frame belies his great strength.

[SBLOCK=math]With a strength of 15, Valen can lift 200 lbs over his head, or lug around 400 lbs![/SBLOCK]

"So, neighbor..." He speaks as he carries the heavy barrel. "I did not catch your name back there."