Prophet's Blood

[SolosAddie]

"Not too sure, but grandpa says he's heard the town leaders are getting worri...."

interupted again by his grandpa, "Now, Kardus I hardly think this is the time or place to be talking about council business. Now catrin, how have you been? I haven't seen you coming up to ride recently? And how's your family?"



OOC: I'm not claiming my grandpa is on the council but probably knows some of the members pretty well. On the other hand he could be considered a town leader pretty easily.

 

[randomling]

"I've been busy," Catrin says to Kardus's grandfather, a little nervously. "Grandma doesn't get about as well as she used to, and there's the farm to run. She's well, though. We both are." There's a brief silence, where Catrin might otherwise be mentioning her mother. "How are things where you are? How are the horses?"

 

[Nightbreeze]

As the girl interrupts the speech of Ildrym, he looks at her surpirsed, but then she turns around and starts talking with two local paesants. "Extravagant one...", then he turns toward Araug. Well...they live in labyrinths of caves, anyway, like the dwarves. also - he raises his voice - they speak in DRACONIC, the language of dragons and wizards.


[sblock=all] The word DRACONIC is spoken in draconic[/sblock]
[sblock=Notmousse] I was absolutely sure that I speak draconic, but then I checked my sheet and the languages were Common, Human, Dwarven and Giant. Well..."human" is a typo, and I edited it with draconic...however, if you think I'm stepping over, DRACONIC will be the only word I know of that language [/sblock]

 

[djheins33]

Araug shifts his reddish eyes to the female human standing near their table, then back to his companion, "I see. My people also prefer the caverns, although I have not been there in some time."

OOC: Ivellious - Orc, not Half-Orc

 

[Unkabear]

With a board of meat and cheese Dalen decides that his Ale has gotten too warm up in the loft and the conversation was getting old. Dalen bid his farewells and made his way over to the stairs down the loft. The main floor of the Tumbler was an interesting sight. The collection of people had grown more diverse since he had gone up to the loft.

Dalen lifted his mug to those he knew in greeting and confirmed the order of a bow to be gifted to one of the guards later this month as he made his way to a table. Not one to be lifted up in song Dalen just watched and ate. His lean frame had been drawing the ire of women looking to marry him off to relatives in nearby communities, and people bringing him meals they think he is in need of has become quite awkward of late.

 

[SolosAddie]

Grandfather, "I keep myself occupied with my garden and caring for the animals as usual. Luckily, this seems to be a healthy time for all the animals."

Kardus exclaims, " My new saddle just got finished last week, you'd like it, it's a military saddle."

 

[Notmousse]

Smiling to himself the smoker ashes his pipe into a nearly empty beer. He sees a few promising people, but ignores the crowd as he waits. He idly reads one of several posters papering the walls which reads:

“You too can become one of the elite scholars of Tomo University! Ask your local school representative how! Courses include: History, Fletching, Planes, Agriculture, and more! Easy financing for promising students!”

He hmphs at the faded poster, packing his pipe with another sweetly scented load. While his features remain indistinct you imagine he's scowling.

Frederick comes from his quarters with a couple packages, a smaller one upon a chest nearly the size of a crate. With a grunt from the stocky man he hefts it upon the bar to it's protest. “You better not be asking me to take this back again after sniffing them like last time, I'm not getting any younger. In any case I've a man for the one job you requested, and I'm sure you've got ideas for the rest.” Seeing Dalen he bellows over the din of the room “Dalen, I've got a question for you.”

Ardelle, a Tumbler waitress passes by Dalen, brushing his arm, and pointing him to Frederick, “He asked me to send you his way when I saw you.” She then heads upstairs to the loft with a fresh party platter and some bottles.

 

[Nightbreeze]

"Well, orcs will probably feel uncomfortable in the kobold caves..." - Ildrym says, while watching what's happening near the bar.

 

[Paper_Bard]

Not waiting for the large priest's reply, Kikyik turns to the bartender again. He looks a bit cross, but understands that the bartender's probably pretty busy with the work and all. He gets off the chair and makes his way to one of the serving wenches.
In commmon,
"Excuse me, miss? These stools were not made for my smaller, scaly kin, and I was wondering if you have a taller stool, or perhaps a cushion, so that I may order my drink at a respectable level."

 

[Notmousse]

Casey sees the small customer and runs over to him, "I'm so sorry li'l fella, me an' Ardelle were gittin' a mess together for the folks upstairs, I'll be right back with somethin' fer ya!" She then scrambles behind the bar, searching around before she comes back with a couple of booster seats. "I do apologize, Bethany's out with the fever and we're short staffed."

Those of you that have been here longer than 3 days will know that Bethany was bitten by an immense rat that had come up from the gutters on the way home, as a result the Tumbler's been short staffed since.