Sharn Tavern: The Tower's Shard

[Animus]

Gimble Niffledorn (NOT APPROVED)

Guardian stands and gives a short bow to the gnome, "I am Guardian. It is a pleasure to make your aquaintance Gimble Niffledorn. Have you come here to find employment?"

"Pleasure to meet you too," he says, still examining the warforged. "And yes, I've come here for employment."

"Hey. Warforged benefit greatly from an alliance with an artificer, and I benefit greatly by having a protector. It seems that the Sovereigns brought us together, don't you think?"

"That Dwarf that just left was hiring." Brews mentions. "You could probably catch up if you left now."

"Really?" he says. "What kind of work?"
OOC: [sblock]Gimble is not approved yet, FYI. Hopefully he will be real soon.[/sblock]

 

[Patlin]

"What was he hiring for?" Guardian asks.

OOC: Animus' gnome artificer is a perfect fit for the group, as he can find and disable traps. Guardian could go along to trip a few traps, I suppose.

Brews explains what he heard, mostly that hous Kundarak wants some people to test a security system.

 

[Patlin]

ooc: Drop in on the game thread even if you aren't aproved. I can't award xp for adventuring while not aproved, but things move slow in pbp anyway. The aproval will probably occur before we get too far in.

 

[Animus]

Gimble Niffledorn

"Sounds like my kind of work," he says as he picks up his backpack again.

He heads towards the door, then stops and turns his head. "Coming?" he asks Guardian.

 

[IcyCool]

"Hey. Warforged benefit greatly from an alliance with an artificer, and I benefit greatly by having a protector. It seems that the Sovereigns brought us together, don't you think?"

"Well, my initial purpose was defense. If you are in need, I can certainly assist." When Gimble heads for the door and asks if Guardian wants to come he says, "Yes!" And hastily follows the gnome out, apparently happy to be put to use.

OOC: Patlin, if two extra is too many, let me know and I can come up with a good reason for Guardian to sit this one out.

 

[Patlin]

ooc: I think we'll hit six exactly with these additions, which is perfect. No need to sit out.

 

[LogicsFate]

The sound of rain fill the tavern for the moment that the door opens and swings shut again. A heavy cloaked figure with a quarterstaff strapped, is left in it's wake. Shorter than a human and smaller in stature, the figure moves to the bar"Food. Drink". comes an exotic feminine voice.

"Can you read common?" asks the warforged, pointing a board on the beam just in front of the door.

The figure turns to look, but turns back. A flash of sharp white teeth the only answer. After a few seconds. Meat and Drink, please.

"You name and your tale, in exchange for our hospitality" Brews trys again, unimpressed.

The figure, sits for a second and nods, understanding. Standing, Back to the warforged, the voices comes again Foloshadé, Hunteress. She sits facing the warforged again.

Brews nods, and serves.

Tearing into the salmon, Shadé looks around the room, feature still hiden behind a soaked hood. She seems on edge, like shes expecting something, probly the worst.

 

[D.Shaffer]

In the darkness of the storm, a lone hafling sat hunched over in the saddle of his clawfoot mount. He patted the side of the clawfoot's head and spoke in halfling, "Raining. Why is it always raining when we come to a new place, Ghostsnout?" An irritated snort from the dinosaur was the only answer he received. "Yes, I know you dont particularly like it either. Do you think it's punishment? Bad omen maybe?"

The clawfoot snorted again, and then paused as it sniffed the air. The halfling laid a warning hand on top of its head. "Dont even think about it. It's probably someone's pet. Or a resident. You never can be too sure. In any case, I think this is the place that Ghallandra representative told us about. Hopefully we can get you something to eat besides chickens while we earn some spending cash." He pulled on Ghotsnout's reins and steered him into the tavern.

Shaking himself off, he then wrung out his hair while studying the sign. "Name and a story huh?" He nudged Ghostfoot over in the direction of the bartender, ignoring the stares at his clawfoot. Switching to common, "My name is Calren. I am a brave warrior from the Talenta tribes here to earn some spending money. My friend here tends to cost me a lot in feeding bills." He rubbed the clawfoot's head affectionately. "I could tell you the story of how I had to keep Ghostsnout from eating a goblin diplomat if that'll help get him something to eat. Preferably live. I'll take some boiled water and fruit if you have it." He leaned back in the saddle and scanned the rest of the bar.

 

[LogicsFate]

Shadé sets the fish down, turning her head to nod at the new comer. Lifting the Tankard to her lips, a clawed hand and toothy maw are prevelent. Taking a long draw on cup, she coughs as if the contents came to a surprise.

 

[D.Shaffer]

Brews moved a bowl of fruit over. "We dont have anything live around that we'd admit to, but we have some rabbits we havent cooked yet, if that'll do?"

Calren nodded, and speared a couple apples with his sharash. As his clawfoot tore into the rabbits, he nodded at the young shifter as he bit into one of the apples.