Sharn Tavern: The Tower's Shard

[IamTheTest]

Good day friend. How have you been?

 

[IcyCool]

"Despite the wounds dealt by that fire breathing hound, I am currently in top condition. Has anything interesting happened here at the Tower's Shard while we were working?" Guardian takes a seat at the table as he speaks.

 

[Moggthegob]

Mardigan gets up and goes over to the elf Silvanon. " Excuse me, do i recognize you. You look vaguely familiar. Did you do any work in the courts of either Kauis or Aurala during the Last War? I swear I recognize you from my days in the war!" He then pulls over a chair and sits with the elf.

 

[Animus]

Gimble Niffledorn

...
Nodding to Brews, the warforged looks at the room and patrons and says, "I am Guardian. I am looking for employment. I am skilled in the rules of battle, and was created to defend others. Just recently, I worked with a team to test a security system set up by the House of Warding. It is most secure." Not being much for storytelling, he falls silent. He notices Gimble and Fritz among the patrons, and heads to their table.

"Good to see you once again, my warforged companion," he says in greeting to Guardian.

 

[Drowned Hero]

Khuther Qbyer Dwarf Sorcerer

After ordered his third bottle of wine Khuther goes to one of the corners of the room with his toad in one hand and a book of banking in the other making some space on the table and making his magic transport the glass and bottle from the bar. As he sits he drags up his sleeves reveling his dragonmarks.

 

[s@squ@tch]

" Excuse me, do i recognize you. You look vaguely familiar. Did you do any work in the courts of either Kauis or Aurala during the Last War? I swear I recognize you from my days in the war!"

Silvanon looks up from his elf personal ads and gives the newcomer a cursory inspection.

"I do not believe we have met before, although I have been told that I look like many people..."

"Alas, during the last war, I was stuck in my homeland..." His voice trails off.

Some of the hair on the back of Silvanon's neck begins to stand up when the thought that this warrior could be in the employ of Tharashk, until he notices the large seal of House Orien on his cloak, he inwardly breathes a sigh of relief.

"But, regardless, my feet are heavy from the travels of the day, let us partake in the unbroken remains of the ale in this tavern."

"I am Silvanon, by the way."

 

[stonegod]

The door to the Shard swings open once again, and an imposing figure strides forward. It is a warforged, its bulky adamantine plating scarred by several previous battles. Incongruously , it also wears a battered, brown coat made of old leather. The warforged seems as war torn as the other warforged---Guardian---appears finely polished.

The warforged makes its way over to the recently damaged bar. A grating, raspy metallic sound emanates from it; after a moment it becomes clear that this is its sigh.

"All is impermanent. This place will be worn down and replaced, as are all thing. As will I. I will function until I do not. Such is the way." It sighs heavily again. It then looks up a moment at the Brews and intones, "I am still Weapon. And I once again look to work."

 

[Animus]

Gimble Niffledorn

..."I am still Weapon. And I once again look to work."

"Weapon you say?" he asks, examining the adamantite-plated 'forged. "A mighty weapon indeed, it seems.

"I am Gimble Niffledorn, journeyman Aritificer and graduate of the Drystone College of Engineering at Korranburg, at your service," he says with a bow.

 

[Moggthegob]

Silvanon looks up from his elf personal ads and gives the newcomer a cursory inspection.

"I do not believe we have met before, although I have been told that I look like many people..."

"Alas, during the last war, I was stuck in my homeland..." His voice trails off.

Some of the hair on the back of Silvanon's neck begins to stand up when the thought that this warrior could be in the employ of Tharashk, until he notices the large seal of House Orien on his cloak, he inwardly breathes a sigh of relief.

"But, regardless, my feet are heavy from the travels of the day, let us partake in the unbroken remains of the ale in this tavern."

"I am Silvanon, by the way."

"The name is Mardigan. I actually hail from Aundair but I do alot of work for a lot of people. " He pulls back his hoo completely revealing his tanned skin and "Have you ever been to Riedra. It's a terrible place horribly oppressive. Everyone lives under this over-race of Inspired. But duringthe war i had to go there alot. It was quite dangerous to my healt let me tell ya! "
He begins laughing as though he hasnt for a while.
"ANyhow, wheres home for you my friend, Thrane?You do not look nearly depressed enoguh to be from Aerenal or warrior enough to be Valenar."

 

[Manzanita]

Enter the Raven

A tall woman enters the tavern. She has jet-black hair, worn long and back in a pony tail. Her sharp eyes move quickly around the room. She wears very fine chain shirt armor, and carries a black round wooden shield, reinforced by a steel ring around the edge and a steel stud in the middle. Not seeing what she wants, she moves to the bar.

"Brews. I am looking for some friends of mine. I was here with them earlier. Stulgar, Siobhan, Latharion, and Niccolo. Did they leave me a message? I am Raven Thorn, as you may recall."

Presumably the answer is no.

She turns to the other patrons. "Have anyone seen these men and woman? Two shifters, an elf and a man?"