Shackled City - Chapter III

[hippocrachus]

Something inside Orpheus clicks into place as the group laughs at him. To those that care to notice, his eyes seem to take on a glazed look and the rest of his face curls into an unreadable smile.
"I most certainly would not wish to steal your glory! Allow me to make an offering of penance to assure you I am not here to step on your toes!" the bard says, benevolence radiating off of him like the stench of decay on a dracolich.
He waves the waitress over, glad to see a bottle of fine wine already on her person, and politely asks her to put it on his tab.
"Please, share tales of your daring deeds over a drink with me! It would be an honor if I could take pointers from such a group of bold heroes! Perhaps some of your esteem will rub off on me simply being in your presence," Orpheus adds, piling on the compliments with wild abandon. Arrogant hotheads like these don't understand anything but Deference.

[sblock]Knowledge Local +6. I'm sure Orpheus has heard something about them if they are as popular as they say they are
Glad to see all of my teammates rooting for me...[/sblock]

 

[kirinke]

Alinis grins, hiding her smile behind the tankard of beer, listening to the bile Orpheous is laying onto those adventurers. He can sure pile it on thick when he wants to. she chuckles softly to herself.

If I were a betting she-elf, I'd say that he's either going to irritate them into attacking or they're going to fall hook, line and sinker for his charms. she thinks wryly.

 

[hippocrachus]

OOC
[sblock]Don't want to put you on the spot Kirinke, I'm just a little disappointed that everyone's worried Orpheus is gonna start a fight.
The only reason Orpheus has ever been short with the others is because of Zeric's wonderful personality and his holding sway over them dispite the fact that he was naught but a jerk in the beginning.
I feel like a broken record saying this, but he isn't lacking in the Diplomacy and other social skills department; he just uses them at his own discretion...[/sblock]

 

[kirinke]

ooc
True, true... On the otherhand, Alinis' main experiences with him is the not so polite side of him. That is colouring her thoughts right now. She's not really expecting a fight to start, but is rather amused at his antics with the adventurers and this is why she's eating her dinner and not getting involved. If he gets in over his head, she'll leap to help him.

 

[Dhes]

After a somewhat heated discussion with the barman on the correct preparation of coffee, Elyas goes over to Orpheus and his new friends. It doesn’t seem like his new friends are enjoying the conversation as much as he is.

After listening to some of the bards banter, Elyas leans over and whispers in to Orpheus’s ear. “Just say the word and I’ll put there pants on fire, or would you rather that I make the all of the cute ones buttons pop-off.”

 

[kirinke]

Alinis' eyebrow rose as Elyas joined Orpheous. She continued to eat, feigning nonchalance. Her real thoughts were along the lines of....

Oh boy....

 

[Majin]

The man regards Leanthas silently for a few moments before speaking up. "That might be able to be arranged. How many of these books do you have in your possession and of what nature are they exactly?" he asks.

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The waitress hands the wine to Orpheus and says with a smile, "No need, sir. Compliments of the gentleman that just went up there," as she points up there stairs that Zeric ascended moments ago.

Orpheus takes another look at the group of adventurers as he accepts the bottle of wine. He's never once heard of the group sitting before him, but that does not deter him from playing up to them as if hadn't. The one which the bard is talking to twists his face at his questions and looks again to the others sitting with him as if decide through them what to do, mostly at the beautiful female with the lute, Orpheus notices.

"I've never said no to a drink, boy," the man responds loudly and laughs, as he motions for the drinks to be poured.

As Orpheus sits down with Elyas, he finally gets a chance to observe each member of the 'Stormblades' more closely, as most of them begrudgingly introduce themselves around the table. Starting from his left, and most pleasantly he thinks, is the woman that caught his eye earlier. Annah Taskerhill, as she introduces herself, is tall and strikingly beautiful, with smooth dusky skin. Her long black hair is braided into numerous cornrows, and her face is full of sharp features. A quite fashionable dresser as well, as Orpheus is concerned.

Sitting next to her, the man that has been the most vocal about your presence, introduces himself as Todd Vanderboren. His hair is short and brown and his eyes watery. Thinner than his frame may suggest these facial features along with his weak chin make him look much like a weasel. His clothes are also well made, like Annah's, but he does not look to wear them with any grace.

Next to Todd, a man that introduces himself as Zachary Aslaxin the second, sits, and appears to be the most calm of the bunch. He looks tall and ruggedly handsome, with a well-trimmed beard and curly brown hair. The last member of the party, a female with short red hair and numerous scars about her face and forearms, sits closely by him, with her arm linked with his. She introduces herself as Cora Lathenmire.

"Now that you know our names, before we grace you with our heroic deeds, I think it only fair that you let give us the name of the simpleton that just sat down with you," Todd sneers, looking Elyas' way.

 

[Dhes]

“This simpleton is called Elyas, but you, toddy, my call me Mr. Machera.” Taking a class from Orpeus, Elyas sits back and takes a sip of wine. You should get some better manners boy, or someone will burn those fine clothes of your back.

 

[kirinke]

Alinis keeps quiet, finishing her meal, stomach gurgling happily now that it's full. She decides to keep an eye on her friends, sipping the remainder of her beer slowly, lingering over it.

 

[hippocrachus]

"What a lovely tongue you've developed, scribe!" Orpheus says with a forced wide smile to Elyas. "Excuse him, he has the tact of a red dragon. Not all can be as cool as the White as yourself," he polishes that last one on knowing full well the weasel-faced man wouldn't know an insult if it breathed icicles on him.
"Perhaps I can better entertain you with my music as you describe your many heroic deeds? I see Lady Annah is also a lover of the arts, I hope I can compare in skill to one so beautiful," the bard unstraps his well-crafted mandolin and begins to strum a few chords to add an ambiance of sorts.