Sharn Tavern: The Tower's Shard

[Autumn]

Kenn grins, but the grin does not reach his eyes.
"I've heard the ladies of Droaam say that to all the guys -- just not as sweetly as you."

"Ah, I fear you've heard wrong," Kae contradicts. keeping up her playful tone. "Most Droaamish women wouldn't have the nicety to ask for your input before taking a bite. Then again, most of them could hardly be called ladies in any case..."

Feeling that the game has played itself out for now, Kae disengages her attention from Kenn and returns it to the room at large, an amused glance following the bookwormish newcomer. "Check the notice, friend," Kae calls over to him with a nod towards the paper pinned up near the door. "Your purse will thank you if you give us the pleasure of your name...



OOC: Drinks are on the house if you announce yourself I believe, Moggthegob. No way to run a venture if you ask Kae, but... she's not complaining.

 

[Drowned Hero]

Khuther Qbyer - Dwarf Sorcerer

'Excuse me just a moment," Lorinal says to his table companions, nodding at each of them.

Getting up he goes to the person, Brews, that has been pointed out to him.

"Excuse me, I am named Lorinal of Eldeen Reaches. I was hoping to find somewhere to rest and get a few bites to eat. I recently left the Monastery to see the sights of the world and see what my role in this life is."

Zook Archizald walks into the tavern with a few books and he goes to sit down at an empty table to look over some of his latest findings. He begins lookingthroguh a book, almost with a look of glee on his face as he orders a drink and some cheese. He then begins turning the pages again looking happy as can be, thoguh he does appear to be eyeing the party , thoguh trying vainlyto conceal it.

Khuther lifts his head as the newcomers arrive he take a quick look at them 'welcome welcome lads' Khuther says with the manner of a dwarf, he turns to his bottle and snaps his fingers at it to come and poor more wine in his glass 'let me offer you both a glass' he says to the shifter 'master gnome can i offer you anything?'

Sharn is as its been me told. Marvelous mix of races and personalities... I probably should write a letter to my brother Thuther and tell him about this city... A currier maybe... I cant wait to see more of the city, if even this tavern has so much life the main city must be incredible...

 

[Moggthegob]

"Ah, I fear you've heard wrong," Kae contradicts. keeping up her playful tone. "Most Droaamish women wouldn't have the nicety to ask for your input before taking a bite. Then again, most of them could hardly be called ladies in any case..."

Feeling that the game has played itself out for now, Kae disengages her attention from Kenn and returns it to the room at large, an amused glance following the bookwormish newcomer. "Check the notice, friend," Kae calls over to him with a nod towards the paper pinned up near the door. "Your purse will thank you if you give us the pleasure of your name...



OOC: Drinks are on the house if you announce yourself I believe, Moggthegob. No way to run a venture if you ask Kae, but... she's not complaining.

" Ah what a folly, the name is Zook Archizald, of the Korranberg Chronicle. And as for you master Dwarf a glass of wine and tale will suit me just fine.And what about you, surely if you enjoy the pleasure of knowing one of my names i should surely get to know yours?" He says with a smirk opening to a new page of his blank book.

 

[Drowned Hero]

And as for you master Dwarf a glass of wine and tale will suit me just fine.And what about you, surely if you enjoy the pleasure of knowing one of my names i should surely get to know yours?" He says with a smirk opening to a new page of his blank book.

'Khuther is the name, and im from Mror Holds' he snaps his fingers and a glass and the bottle approaches 'looking for more adventure is what i do around here, and apart from some little fight at the docks i have no intresting story to tell'

 

[Moggthegob]

'Khuther is the name, and im from Mror Holds' he snaps his fingers and a glass and the bottle approaches 'looking for more adventure is what i do around here, and apart from some little fight at the docks i have no intresting story to tell'

"Ah well, I can understand that, the only reason I left Korranberg Library is because I got tired of wiating for the stories to come to me. After all, stories are always better when they feature yourself. Not that I have much talent for telling them, only documenting them." The gnome takes a drink and his eyebrows lift, as though suddenly remembering something "You got into a fight down at the docks? What kind of fight. Did it go to fisticuffs or are you a magic user like myself?"

 

[Kaodi]

" Blades and bludgeons, with Khuther tossing around a spell or two, that is what is was, " says Veyk, measuring each of the new arrivals in turn. " I might think it was time for us to truly go looking for adventure of our own, rather than sitting around here. If this is supposed to be a good place to find work, mayhap someone should have informed the prospective employers of this little fact. "

 

[ajanders]

"I do believe you're right."
Kenn looks annoyed as he finishes off his absinthe.
"I'm going to go out hunting for adventures. Clearly they aren't going to fall into our laps."

He buckles on his rapier.

"If I'm not back in two hours with an adventure, tell Mother I died game."

He blows a kiss to Kae for luck and goes out the door

 

[ajanders]

An introduction to an adventure...

(OOC: The spoiler here should be treated as OOC information, but it will provide players with an idea of what the adventure's about. Hopefully this will allow people to make an informed decision about whether they want to get involved or not. Just treat it like a cut scene.)

[sblock]Down in the Cogs, a warforged is dying.
It closes its eyes and concentrates on the last twenty-five words it will ever say.

Please, save us all. Find the Black Scrolls. Vee eye, Four hundred fifty-nine. Ell four. Unto the Silver Flame I commend my spirit.

Boots crunch near the remains of his head.

"Hold his head up. I want to see his face when he dies."

Hands wrench its shoulders up, crane its head back.

It looks at a shifter: red-haired, with a fringe of beard under the chin, melding back into sideburns. Black eyes, cruel and exultant. Inhumanly long fingers twitch on the stock of a crossbow.

"So long, hero."

The crossbow comes up: the triple-edged bolt hangs before its left eye.

Stop Manticore.

The bolt expands to fill its entire left eye and explodes into white light.
Then there is only darkness.

The shifter watches the light fade from the warforged's eyes and sighs, satisfied.

*click*
*whirrrrr*

"What the-?"

A fountain of argent flame erupts from the warforged's chest. A mechanism sits atop it, unfolding wings of steel and copper.

The shifter issues orders even as he pumps his crossbow and brings it to his shoulder.

"Final messenger! Bring it down or I'll use you for target practice!"

A half-dozen bolts fly towards the messenger, but it is already flapping and dodging.
The shifter tracks it carefully, then fires. The messenger bobs in the air and one wing labors, but it does not fall. Then it is out of range.
The shifter curses.

"Spread out! Bring me that messenger and whoever it messages. Alive!"
[/sblock]

It's getting to be late at the Tower's Shard. Kenn left about an hour ago.
Adventures have still failed to arrive.

Moonlight pours through the windows of the Tower's Shard.

Anyone who might take a moment to look out the window should make a Spot check, DC 15.
Please make and link all rolls at Invisible castle.

 

[Bront]

OOC: I've been promised one that suits Arvin in the Dragonmarked one, so I'll hold off.

 

[Paranoia833]

Ambra waits impatiently, making little conversation unless directly approached. She's been agonising over whether or not to follow that nice gentleman for a while ('he really should have been back by now. You don't think he did anything stupid do you?') so much so that even Brye is on edge. ('Do you even need to ask? More fool him for heading out into the docks alone... more fool us for giving a damn.')

She spares the occaisional glance to the window, to see if Kenn is coming back. Attentive listeners will hear the faint crackle of psionic power as Brye extends his senses to sharpen Ambra's eyes.

Ambra's spot check (1d20+3=13)