Tales From The Old Bald One-Eyed Salty Red Dog Tavern! (chapter 1, now closed)

[Lazlow]

Gray Shade:

[sblock]"You're doing superb work, men. Outstanding! I WILL seek out your captain in the morning, and I'll make sure to note your politeness and efficiency. Keep up the good work."

The guards look at you for a few seconds with the same dull expressions they had when they greeted you, then finally say, "Uh, thank you, sir." They then just stand there until you leave.

Once done, Bill will take his horse back to the stable and pay the hands there to take good care of 'Horse' for him. He'll pay for five days and nights and give a modest tip (don't want everyone in town knowing I've got money-that's just asking to get robbed, but I do want some loyalty, eh?; modest tip = couple copper). That done, he'll take all his saddlebags and gear off Horse and take it with him to the Grey Minstrel (don't want any badges walking off at night).

The stable boy, a youngish lad who hasn't yet fully succumbed to the town's trademark apathy, accepts the pay and eagerly thanks you for the tip. "Thank you, sir! Just let me know if you need anything. Anything at all. I live right up there in the loft," he points upward, indicating a rudimentary living space laid out in a corner, "so you just ring if you need me." Here he reaches over to a rope hanging next to the stable entrance, behind which is a sign that reads, 'Ring for stable boy'.

Once there, he'll seek the master or mistress of the Inn and inquire about lodging.

OOC: There's a couple more people at the inn, I believe, so I'll take care of you all in a separate post.[/sblock]

 

[Lazlow]

OOC: When would Desert get back from his shopping?

OOC: Well, let's find out, shall we?

[sblock]Seeing as how you have your own shiny thing attached to your robe, you manage to make your way down the street without being distracted by anything but the badge (which is probably a good thing). After a few minutes of wandering, you find yourself drawn towards the sights and sounds of a busy market square. The sun has just set, and in the distance you see that merchants have begun setting up torches, lanterns, and beautifully colored lights to show off their wares. Businessmen in rich attire hawk everything from jewelry to rugs to exotic spices, while the more commonly dressed merchants clamor for you to buy leather goods, forged metal tools and weapons, or hand-crafted wooden furniture.

You are enraptured at this veritable cornucopia of wonder, and cannot help but go immerse yourself in the heady scents and sparkling lights of Merchant's Row. You momentarily forget your own new shiny thing, and with eyes wide and mouth agape, you break into a quick jog toward the market, immediately falling flat on your face as you trip over the Halfling that had been standing in front of you, trying to get your attention.

Your years of training weren't for nothing, however, and you roll with the fall, coming up in a low crouch facing your would-be impediment. With a huff the Halfling pulls itself up off the ground, brushes itself down, and says, "Well, that's no way to treat a lady, now is it?"

You are momentarily flabbergasted. This Halfling female is perhaps the most beautiful creature you've seen since, well, since you left K. at the tavern. Cascades of dark hair frame a delicate face, and emerald eyes look at you not with anger, but rather with a forgiving compassion (you get the sense that this isn't the first time someone tripped over her). But even better than that, she must be wearing half a dozen necklaces, all from which depend several different bright and shiny charms, pendants, and precious stones. Once again, you are enraptured.

She stands there looking at you with her hands on her hips and says, "Well? Did you want to come see my wares? I guarantee you won't find a better price in town."[/sblock]

 

[Lazlow]

Wystan:

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I go to the clothier and seek those clothes and the Sewing kit. If these is any left I place it in a pocket to give back to Berzerker Bill.

With a quick look at Sunderkeg's map of the town, you locate Carlotta's Clothiers on the northern end of Merchant's Row, merely block or so from the tavern. The sun has just set, and in the distance you see that merchants have begun setting up torches, lanterns, and beautifully colored lights to show off their wares. Businessmen in rich attire hawk everything from jewelry to rugs to exotic spices, while the more commonly dressed merchants clamor for you to buy leather goods, forged metal tools and weapons, or hand-crafted wooden furniture.

You make your way past a few open-air stalls and tables set up under awnings to the northern end of the street and easily find a wonderfully colorful sign that reads, sure enough, "Carlotta's Clothiers".

You make your way inside and as you open the door you hear a small bell tink-tinkling your arrival. The shop is small but well-organized, and stocked to the gills with all manner of material, from handmade bobbin lace to exotic silks and satins to hearty wools and even canvas, and, much to your surprise, most of these seem to be available in nearly every single color even you can imagine.

"Be vit you in a moment, dahlink," a heavily accented female voice says, coming somewhere from the back. Suddenly you hear a whoosh followed by a snap!, and a greenish glow temporarily lights up the inner recesses of the shop. It's gone in a flash, and you hear, "Ah! Fabulous. Zimply fabulous." A second later a tall, harsh-looking woman with slightly pointed ears and short-cropped jet black hair steps into view. She wears a simple purple robe with the sleeves pulled up, and she makes her way past the bolts of material, saying, "Good evenink, how may I be of a-"

She stops short, catching her breath, obviously stunned and taken aback by what she sees. She looks you up and down with a keen, observant eye, absorbing every detail of you. Finally her eyes meet yours and an insanely wide smile slowly makes her way across her face.

"DAHLINK! You must be from ze gods, for you are far too fashionable for zeez... Common folks." She claps her hands once, sharply. "Come. Talk viz me. Help me to make ze fabulous." With that she turns abruptly and heads to the back of the store.

Then I proceed to wander the town for a bit looking for interesting Kitsch (Crap) that cathes my eyes for gifts for each of the other characters...If you can give me a list of touristy type crap that I find I would appreciate that.

OOC: I love it! I'll work on a list of touristy crap you can find after you leave the clothiers'.[/sblock]

 

[Lazlow]

That settles that, I'll go buy some trail mix, and meet you at the GM. K jots down "Richard Kurgoth Sinclair and K". check, check.

She leaves Come on, Richard.


Three seconds later she comes bursting through the door Oops, almost forgot grabbing her special, tapping it on the table once and downing it in a quick drawl.

A couple of nearby patrons watch you down your drink and chuckle at you derisively, winking at each other. They turn to better see you, obviously thinking that your drink will have some sort of deleterious effect on you. However, as you turn and walk back out the door, their looks of derision turn to awe as you do, indeed, walk back out the door, and under your own strength, no less. Glancing back you see the two men scratching their heads in amazement.

LogicsFate:
[sblock]Having looked at Sunderkeg's map of the town before you left, you have a few choices as to where to go for supplies. To the east is the Farmer's Market, as well as some specialty food shops. On the northwest side of the city center is Merchant's Row where all manner of durable goods can be found in the various stalls and shops. A couple of general stores are near there also, Trader Daub's and Jot's Sundries.

As you stand outside deciding which way to go, you notice a flurry of movement out of the corner of your eye, in the direction of Merchant's Row. Looking over there you notice Desert, who seems to have tripped over someone much smaller than him. The smaller someone stands back up and brushes his or her clothes down, but not before you see Desert recover from the fall in what you see to be a remarkable feat of athletic skill: A split second before his face hits the dirt, he kicks his feet up over his head - which puts him completely upside down for a moment - and flips himself over again, twisting in midair to face back towards the small person, and lands in an en garde position that you recognize, having seen fighters from the Far East strike the same pose.

Richard stands next to you, calmly awaiting your command.[/sblock]

 

[Wystan]

For the GM (again)

[sblock]I smile at her

"My wonderful lady, I see that you have stocked your shop with at least some of the items that I feel that I will need...Nw lets see here, a nice purple, and a green, and a red, and a blue, and a black.....I need a few of each of these colors in different shades in your best fabrics. I am looking to create uniforms for a new guard and I was thinking that stylish would help to outfit the look that they need. Now I see silks and such, but those would hardly hold up to rigors. so I am looking for a good silk and wool or cotton blend with just the right amount of give and stbility. I also need to get a few needles and a wide range of threads. I am also hoping that you would have a few hat forms and such. Now see this green is simply delightful and would make a good sash to offset the purple robe that you are wearing."

I continue to look around and browse the fabrics. Looking for any that meet my requirements from before...

"Oh yes, and I also need a good measuring tape and some scissors and a needle holder and straight pins and an embroidery hoop and some embroidery thread and possibly some collar stiffeners and a few lacy pieces for one of our members..."

If she starts to bring out or I find the fabrics that I am lookign for I will spend all that Berzerker Bill has given me so far and what I personally have as well if needed...


"I will also require the hire of a boy to carry this for me to Grey Mistrel for lodging. Hmmmm, do you happen to have any needles that are magic and can assist me in speeding up the tailoring that I will need to do to get these done? Or know of a mage that can assist me in speeding up my work?"
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[Ranger Rick]

OOC: Well, let's find out, shall we?

[sblock]Seeing as how you have your own shiny thing attached to your robe, you manage to make your way down the street without being distracted by anything but the badge (which is probably a good thing). After a few minutes of wandering, you find yourself drawn towards the sights and sounds of a busy market square. The sun has just set, and in the distance you see that merchants have begun setting up torches, lanterns, and beautifully colored lights to show off their wares. Businessmen in rich attire hawk everything from jewelry to rugs to exotic spices, while the more commonly dressed merchants clamor for you to buy leather goods, forged metal tools and weapons, or hand-crafted wooden furniture.

You are enraptured at this veritable cornucopia of wonder, and cannot help but go immerse yourself in the heady scents and sparkling lights of Merchant's Row. You momentarily forget your own new shiny thing, and with eyes wide and mouth agape, you break into a quick jog toward the market, immediately falling flat on your face as you trip over the Halfling that had been standing in front of you, trying to get your attention.

Your years of training weren't for nothing, however, and you roll with the fall, coming up in a low crouch facing your would-be impediment. With a huff the Halfling pulls itself up off the ground, brushes itself down, and says, "Well, that's no way to treat a lady, now is it?"

You are momentarily flabbergasted. This Halfling female is perhaps the most beautiful creature you've seen since, well, since you left K. at the tavern. Cascades of dark hair frame a delicate face, and emerald eyes look at you not with anger, but rather with a forgiving compassion (you get the sense that this isn't the first time someone tripped over her). But even better than that, she must be wearing half a dozen necklaces, all from which depend several different bright and shiny charms, pendants, and precious stones. Once again, you are enraptured.

She stands there looking at you with her hands on her hips and says, "Well? Did you want to come see my wares? I guarantee you won't find a better price in town."[/sblock]

"Welllll sorrrreee, Well sorry mmm...madame, I did n...nnn..not see you there. I am looking for a l...l...l...l...l...light source. A sun rod. I...I...am a new deputy for Mister sheriff B...B....Bill." Smiles big & puffs out his chest to show his shiny badge. "M...M...My first task is to find a light sor...sor...source. Do you s...s...sell them?"

 

[Lazlow]

For Wystan (again):

[sblock]<smiling>"My wonderful lady, I see that you have stocked your shop with at least some of the items that I feel that I will need..."

She turns to look at you, returns your smile, and says, "Indeed! I-"

"Now lets see here, a nice purple, and a green, and a red, and a blue, and a black.....I need a few of each of these colors in different shades in your best fabrics."

"Certainly, I-"

"I am looking to create uniforms for a new guard and I was thinking that stylish would help to outfit the look that they need.

At the mention of uniformS - as in more than one - she smiles warmly, folds her arms in front of her thoughtfully, and listens patiently.

"Now I see silks and such, but those would hardly hold up to rigors. so I am looking for a good silk and wool or cotton blend with just the right amount of give and stbility. I also need to get a few needles and a wide range of threads. I am also hoping that you would have a few hat forms and such. Now see this green is simply delightful and would make a good sash to offset the purple robe that you are wearing."

"Oh... Zis old zing? Ah, ha ha ha. Dahlink, I have just the fabrics for you, right here." She directs you to a certain section of the shop where several sturdy-looking fabrics in many colors are on display.

"Oh yes, and I also need a good measuring tape and some scissors and a needle holder and straight pins and an embroidery hoop and some embroidery thread and possibly some collar stiffeners and a few lacy pieces for one of our members..."

She looks up a moment and her right eyebrow shoots up impossibly high, seemingly in an attempt to slither up her forehead and hide in her hair. She narrows her eyes to slits and starts to say something - but stops short as you begin talking again:

"I will also require the hire of a boy to carry this for me to Grey Mistrel for lodging. Hmmmm, do you happen to have any needles that are magic and can assist me in speeding up the tailoring that I will need to do to get these done? Or know of a mage that can assist me in speeding up my work?"

Her other eyebrow decides to calmly go after the other, more skittish one, and slowly makes its way up there to sit next to it for moral support. Her eyes widen slightly, and a her lips curl into a devilish smile.

"Magic needles?" she chuckles. "A mage? Ooohhhhh, dahlink, dahlink, dahlink... You need look no furzer." She raises her arm, snaps her fingers, and suddenly her once-purple robe erupts in a swirling miasma of chromatic chaos. She snaps her fingers again and the rainbow disappears, replaced by the exact shade of green that you suggested earlier to her for a sash.

Abruptly, she turns her back to you and stamps her foot. "But I cannot pozzibly azzizt you until next month. No no no no no, dahlink, for I am far too busy. My life, it iz chaoz. Most crazy I vould be to offer unto you my services." She shoots you an impish glance over her shoulder and says in a very, very quiet voice: "Zo azk me now before I again become zane..." She turns back, turning her nose up in the air once again in defiance, but keeps one eye on you expectantly.[/sblock]

 

[Wystan]

Here we go again.....here we go again
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She shoots you an impish glance over her shoulder and says in a very, very quiet voice: "Zo azk me now before I again become zane..." She turns back, turning her nose up in the air once again in defiance, but keeps one eye on you expectantly.

"You wonderful, wonderful, beautiful lady....Would you in any way consider helping me to try to get these finished by the morrow? Or at the very least gainfully started.... I would consider it a personal favor."

I wink at her::

"I was thinking of a cut of uniform where the pants were a blue base with a black billow, like these...and the shirt would be a black base with red billows in the sleeves. Now I know that I can make them, but the time involved would be shortened considerably with the assistance of a skilled and beautiful seamstress such as yourself."

I smile at her and try to play up the charm...

"I also need a uniform for a lady that prefers to show more flesh then uniform. I was thinking a halter top of black and red trim and maybe slit side pants with the black color and a blue trim..."

I pull out my book and show her the pictures::

"So you see I am in quite a quandry as I have myself, berzerker bill, desert, K., richard, and that slightly creepy fellow with the book. Hmmm. I could also do with a simple cape for each of us and a hat that will keep the sun out of our eyes. So 6 uniforms, 1 female, the other 5 male... and six capes and hats... Now the female one I was thinking maybe lace to outfit the belly area and the slits in the legs...."

Trying to flirt without commiting to anything....
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[Lazlow]

Ranger Rick:

[sblock]"Welllll sorrrreee, Well sorry mmm...madame, I did n...nnn..not see you there. I am looking for a l...l...l...l...l...light source. A sun rod. I...I...am a new deputy for Mister sheriff B...B....Bill." <Smiles big & puffs out his chest to show his shiny badge> "M...M...My first task is to find a light sor...sor...source. Do you s...s...sell them?"

"Why yes, I sell them..." she pauses briefly, looking at your badge and giving a semi-impressed hm! She takes your hand gently and leads you towards her nearby shop, saying, "I sell sunrods as well as other more mundane light sources, and all manner of items that a strong, agile protector of the innocent such as yourself should never be without."

She leads you into the store and sets you in front of a display case filled with all manner of adventuring tools and trinkets. "I'll be right back with your sunrod, dearie. Stay right there." She disappears into a back room.

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[Ranger Rick]

Ranger Rick:

[sblock]"Welllll sorrrreee, Well sorry mmm...madame, I did n...nnn..not see you there. I am looking for a l...l...l...l...l...light source. A sun rod. I...I...am a new deputy for Mister sheriff B...B....Bill." <Smiles big & puffs out his chest to show his shiny badge> "M...M...My first task is to find a light sor...sor...source. Do you s...s...sell them?"

"Why yes, I sell them..." she pauses briefly, looking at your badge and giving a semi-impressed hm! She takes your hand gently and leads you towards her nearby shop, saying, "I sell sunrods as well as other more mundane light sources, and all manner of items that a strong, agile protector of the innocent such as yourself should never be without."

She leads you into the store and sets you in front of a display case filled with all manner of adventuring tools and trinkets. "I'll be right back with your sunrod, dearie. Stay right there." She disappears into a back room.

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"M...M...M...Make it t...t...ten if you p..p..please."