Rhun's I6: Ravenloft - IC Thread

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Delkat

Delkat quickly opens the door and ushers the others into the inn --- he had no inclination to remain outside any longer.

Once all were inside, Delkat looked for the innkeeper and requested a room. He proffered all coin needed for the nights lodging and headed upstairs after bidding a goodbye to the others,"I'm sure I will see you later this evening -- but as of now, I need to get into some dry clothes."

Once in his room, his proceded to get out of his wet clothes and dry his armor and gear.

Then he headed for a bath.

Once clean and refreshed, he dressed himself in his dry clothes (which were kept in his haversack) and heads downstairs for some food.

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Hey, I forgot to create a couple of continual flame sticks -- are you ok with me adding them to my inventory and subtracting the 50 gp material cost from my remaining gold?
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[Rhun]

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Thats fine. Feel free to add them.
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[Nebten]

Donner strolls in as if he was in his own house. He walks right up to the bartender stating, "You sir, look like a man who knows how to pour a drink. For proper introductions, I am a man who could take a drink. Now that we are properly met, some of your firewater to warm up these bones."

Donner shakes himself dry not caring for those around him.

 

[kinem]

Ryan briefly looks around the bar, getting some idea of what the locals are like, before getting a room himself (assuming there is no pressing problem).

"You have the right idea, Delkat. "

Ryan heads up to his room, takes off his gear and clothes, and takes a short bath as well. He dries off, then dons his spare outfit and heads down for dinner.

 

[Rhun]

The Nine Lions Inn

You are hit by a wall of greatful warmth as you enter the taproom of the Nine Lions Inn; a fire blazes merrily in a large stone hearth. The smells of warm food, liqour, and sweet pipesmoke greet your noses. The place is busy to be sure, but it looks like Liton at the gate might have had an ulterior motive in sending you here; the place looks to be the favored lounge of the city watch. Perhaps he thought that if you intended to cause any trouble, you wouldn't get along with it in this place. Still, the place looks welcoming enough, and a large number of local city folk intermingle with the watchmen.

Approaching the innkeep, a portly man with a bushy black beard, he greets you with a smile and nod. At your requests, he quickly pours a large snifter of local, deep amber colored brandy for Donner, and arranges rooms for everyone. "Two shillings for a private room, with supper and bath," he says, "or five pence for a bed in the common area and a bowl of gruel." He turns and nods his head at Donner. "And that'll be a shilling for the firewater."



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Credit to taaks at deviantart for the attached image.
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OOC: Shilling is the common term for a silver piece, and pence the common term for a copper piece.

 

[Fenris]

Kyranvik places 4 pieces of silver on the counter, "A room for me and one for the lady" he says nodding towards Esme.

"Do you have baths here or does some place in town?"

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Ares pay the man and hurry to his room. He takes a chair, lays his wet cloth and takes a bath. He will not get down when there are so many people in the main hall since he is tiered of gossips and whispers. He will take his time and will go down after several hours.

Once down, he will have a glass of brandy *after casting his detect poison spell on it*. He is a suspicious guy, when humans are around, especially if the humans live in Barovia or on the border of the cursed land.

 

[Rhun]

The innkeep nods at Kyranvik as he scoops up the silver. "There is a tub in each private room. Hot water will be brought up for you."

 

[Nebten]

By the lightning! I came here to drink, not be robbed. If I wanted to get my pences' pitched, I would have stayed out with the brigands. Liton at the gate said ye would take care of us, espically with regards to drinks. So again, many drinks for little coin. Besides, you are in luck. It is a blessing to have a Stormlord in your tavern on a night like tonight. Let's keep him happy!

As the thunder cracks outside, Donner displays another toothy smile.

 

[Rhun]

The innkeep frowns at Donner. "Well, you asked for the firewater. It isn't cheap to make, you know? Distilled from the finest wines in Coris, and aged more than 3 years in oak casks." He takes the snifter from the Stormlord and sets it behind the bar, replacing it with a tall mug of frothy brown ale. "How's this then? A pence for the ale it is."