Smashed World, part I

[Dalamar]

It is a cold autumn morning. The sun hasn't rosen over the mountain range to shed its light on the city of Helmsport and the streets are shady.
But in the Frozen Duck inn, the atmosphere is high. A group of warriors has returned from an assault against the undead near the borders and were successful (as successful as a quick raid can get). The innkeep has offered one round on the house for the honor of the brave men and everybody is celebrating (most are celebrating the free booze).
In the corner nearest to the fireplace, most of the returned warriors are telling a story of how they 'hacked undead apart left and right' and how 'the foul creatures ran away from them in fear'.

OOC
This thread is up so you can start IC discussion. I've found this format to be good for a game like this:
normal text - in character, quoted when spoken aloud, with appropriate modifiers.
italics - in character thoughts as reflected by the character's actions (i.e., something noticeable by a Sense Motive)
red- OOC hard numbers
blue - OOC clarification, expansions

I'll check on you in a week. Unless I sneak to the computer at some point and will post short posts, propably from the library if that occurs.

 

[kaboom]

Lisa walks into the inn and finds a chair. She leans close to the undead fighter, trying to figure out the best way to fight the undead.

 

[Zack2216]

Haplo walks through the door. I take a seat close to the fighters.

"I hear tell of another battle from some of the rangers. It is good to hear of another succesful venture."

I retrieve an ale from the bartender and retake my seat.

 

[Howling Coyote]

Horros enters the inn and spots the warriors in the corner. He quickly retrieves ale from the bar, and joins the crowd listening the warrior’s stories.

 

[Dalamar]

There are quite a few customers listening to the tale, but you manage to find yourselves a seat.
The one who seems to do most of the speaking is an elven male, clad in shining chain. He has drawn everybodys attention to himself as he tells the tale.
"The battle was long and hard and we fought against unbelievable odds. There were propably hundreds of them and we were few. But we fought on."
He starts making moves with his hand, as if stabbing and slashing with a sword.
"Sometimes you had to hit them many times, especially if you hit their limbs. But a good strike that cut their necks stopped most of them on their tracks."

There are agreeing voices in the audience. But then an old dwarf raises his voice.
"How's it that non' of the 'ndead me fought when me were young stopped from choppin' its head off? You not tellin' tis tale from yer head, are ya?"

The elf turns to face the old dwarf and bows slightly.
"It is good to hear that we have some veterans still among our people. We learn by mistake and if there is nobody telling what we did wrong in the past, how can we learn?"

There are a few applauds from the gathered people but the old dwarf just snorts and leaves the inn, grumbling to himself as he goes.

 

[Zack2216]

hmm... The dwarf does seem to know what he is talking about. Perhaps this elf isn't telling the entire story...

 

[Howling Coyote]

"Some undead might not stop when it loses its head, but it will cripple it and make it easy to dispatch."

 

[Dalamar]

The elf turns his head towards Horros.
"I tell you, young one, that they did fall from a single strike. And what magnificent fight that was... I shall remember the image of elves, dwarves and humans vading against the vile undead."
He then continues to speak for the whole audience.
"But then... then the vampire came! It attacked me and tried to bite my head off with its teeth. It even hit my neck a little."
He turns around to show two wounds, maybe a bit over inch from each other, in his neck.
"But Derra here," he pats a human woman clad in breast plate to her shoulder. "Came and pierced its dark heart with her rapier. I could see the surprise in the vampire's fiery eyes as it turned to dust."

There comes cheers and applauds from the gathered audience.

 

[Howling Coyote]

After the cheers quiet down a little.
"Well you sure are a damn lucky son of a bitch to be still a live, and to have a friend like that close to you."
"I lost a comrade to a vampire once, and it sure wasn't easy or pleasant killing him afterwards."

 

[Dalamar]

"I feel deeply sorry for your comrade. Hope you did finish him properly by driving a stake through his heart or exposing him to sunlight or somesuch?"