Tavern - City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn '08

[jaker2003]

Oskar smiles and waves his arms in invitation towards the door. "Babette and Lerrin are formaly invited to join out treasure seeking company." Oskar then walks out of the Red Dragon Inn.

 

[Steve Jung]

Charlarn of Phyrah: male human cleric 7/ranger 2

A bit surprised that not even rumors had reached Charlarn, Ashnar replies "That is me, Charlarn. We encountered some wild magic - you've seen another of the effects." reminding Charlarn of the window in the Astral. "It caused a bit of a stir when we were last in Orussus for Tenebrynn's party, and at the Medibarian council."

The cleric comes over to Ashnar and shakes her hand. He replies, "I do remember that window. The wild magic has had much more of an effect on you, though. What else have you been up to?"

As if summoned by the use of his name, an elf in long blue robes carrying a great staff enters the RDI. "Ashnar, you beat me back from Medibaria. I had hoped to catch up with you there at the tower." says the elf. "Charlarn, you're here too! It's good to see you again!"

Charlarn bows to the elf. "It's nice to see you too, Tenebrynn. We have a lot of catching up to do."

"I certainly remember, Master Ignatious. Quick work, unlike some other events. And I also remember the spell exchange; I certainly don't miss the cost of those inks. Tenebrynn and I have also expanded our knowledge, and I've made... some progress on the private spells I mentioned back then.

A lich, you say?"

Charlarn pipes up. "Yes, a most dangerous foe. We fought his minions beneath a lake to free merfolk from his evil. They gave me this warhammer to defeat him once and for all." He holds up Goruksblain.

 

[Halford]

"Excellent! Lets get out of here!" Lerrin enthuses. "Pleased to meet you Babette, you will have to forgive me if I stare, I am a Cleric of Ulura goddess of love and night, appreciating beautiful women is part of my religion I hope it does not cause you discomfort."

He smiles and slings his pack over one shoulder, "I have to warn you I will have trouble not falling for you if we get along, for those of my calling spreading love is our divine mandate." He looks the sorceress in the eyes smiling apologetically.

 

[BigB]

The elf is at first rather surprised at the reveal of Rhys' unusual features - her mouth falls open in a small 'o', slightly less than perfect because of extensive scarring. To her credit, she manages to regather her wits before he finishes speaking, scratching something a lot like "..right, mountain goblin.." to herself.

"..alright," she continues in a louder, no less scratchy voice. "I can do that. It will be hrnteresting to get it to fit you right, hnh. I don't usually hrniscount clergy, except for Gliranites, but for you.. thirteen hundred and ghkenthy gold, maybe twelve-thirty-five if you don't mind, hnh, running an errand or two in hrdittion to all the sizing we'll need to do."

Rhys smiles. I am not sure I would be much help but I do have coin. He nudges his very heavy pack and pulls out a sack which he removes some coin from and then hands the sack over to Jamilee.

 

[Knight Otu]

The cleric comes over to Ashnar and shakes her hand. He replies, "I do remember that window. The wild magic has had much more of an effect on you, though. What else have you been up to?"

Taking the, tough unintended, but welcome, chance not to not mention the events within the tower, Ashnar replies "Before that, we investigated that crime in Monemvassia, the murder of the King's brother, Duke Antoine Jara, which turned out an even larger affair than we had thought. We battled the assassins' guild responsible for it, and went to track the man who hired them, named Causticus, through some tunnels. We've fought a number of gnolls and an illusionist pretending to be Kazi-Kazi." Ashnar shortly pauses here. "He was offered mercy, but he repaid it with treachery. When we emerged from the tunnels, we were ambushed and captured by a group of goblinkin, and Causticus's mother... a black dragon." Ashnar pauses again, this time to give her companions the chance to interject with things she may have forgotten.

Charlarn pipes up. "Yes, a most dangerous foe. We fought his minions beneath a lake to free merfolk from his evil. They gave me this warhammer to defeat him once and for all." He holds up Goruksblain.

(Doesn't look like Patlin has some Knowledge DCs for Goruksblain. While Ashnar has good Knowledge skills, I don't just want to assume that she knows about the warhammer, though.)

 

[Robichaud]

Rhys smiles. I am not sure I would be much help but I do have coin. He nudges his very heavy pack and pulls out a sack which he removes some coin from and then hands the sack over to Jamilee.

A big grin spreads over what remains of Jamilee's face; she rather likes being handed big sacks of money. Moreover, she didn't have to strain her vocal cords asking for an advance. "Fair enough, hnh. Come by Old Mill Road next hrnvening for the first sizing, kaff. I rent a shghk there."

After that last bit of hacking, her face screws up a little; she gestures at her throat, making a pained, apologetic expression at Rhys. She then hotfoots it to the bar, to pick up some lubrication for her throat.

[sblock=BigB]I understand you want one MW full plate, Small sized, at 1320 gold, and don't feel like contributing half the craft points for the discount. Or is Rhys simply being modest about his ability to assist? :>[/sblock]

 

[BigB]

A big grin spreads over what remains of Jamilee's face; she rather likes being handed big sacks of money. Moreover, she didn't have to strain her vocal cords asking for an advance. "Fair enough, hnh. Come by Old Mill Road next hrnvening for the first sizing, kaff. I rent a shghk there."

After that last bit of hacking, her face screws up a little; she gestures at her throat, making a pained, apologetic expression at Rhys. She then hotfoots it to the bar, to pick up some lubrication for her throat.

[sblock=BigB]I understand you want one MW full plate, Small sized, at 1320 gold, and don't feel like contributing half the craft points for the discount. Or is Rhys simply being modest about his ability to assist? :>[/sblock]

ooc: MW full plate, small sized, for 1320 gold is good for me. Rhys plans to take craft potion when he gets his next feat at lvl6 and will be crafting healing potions to further support his equipment needs so is hording his craft points for that.

Rhys returns her smile as he watches her heft the sack of gold. I am not always this well received with your kin. I think I have gained much more than just a splendid suit of armor. Thank you. See you on old mill road.

 

[jkason]

Eanos, human monk

Taking the, tough unintended, but welcome, chance not to not mention the events within the tower, Ashnar replies "Before that, we investigated that crime in Monemvassia, the murder of the King's brother, Duke Antoine Jara, which turned out an even larger affair than we had thought. We battled the assassins' guild responsible for it, and went to track the man who hired them, named Causticus, through some tunnels. We've fought a number of gnolls and an illusionist pretending to be Kazi-Kazi." Ashnar shortly pauses here. "He was offered mercy, but he repaid it with treachery. When we emerged from the tunnels, we were ambushed and captured by a group of goblinkin, and Causticus's mother... a black dragon." Ashnar pauses again, this time to give her companions the chance to interject with things she may have forgotten.

Eanos' shoulders tighten as he remembers the ordeal. "It was the first time I'd seen a companion slain," the monk recalls, then he looks to Ashnar and smiles. "Though the gods saw fit to return you to us, Ashnar, so that we might still win the day, phyrric a victory though it was."

 

[Ximix]

"It is. Welcome," hacks Jamilee, grinning. She gives the other elf a nod that seems a fair bit more respectful than her usual attitude would lead one to expect; maybe he's a friend, or elder. "Stand by the fire, hrng're still dripping."

Ximix winces, glances down at the puddles forming at his feet and sets sight upon a healthy looking fire. "myThanks miLady, it has been so long since I've felt truly dry that I'd forgotten I was wet!" With that the Elf sets course to the fire, mulled wine in hand, and listens attentively to the stories being told. When the group Babette mentioned forms up without him, the Elf simply turns a bit of damp to the fire and waits for the RDI to work it's magic.

[sblock=general ooc spell question]I was wondering, would a lesser restoration do anything to help alleviate Jamilee's injured vocal chords? Thanks for your time, X[/sblock]

 

[Manzanita]

"The interesting thing about fighting this lich, was that we had help." says Iggy. "Something led us along a path. We didn't actually kill the lich, though, and may meet it again. We got to do a lot of planear travel. Very interesting."

Seeing Eanos paying attention, Iggy extends his hand. "Ignatious O'Reilly. You're a friend of Tenebrynn & Ashnars? A friend of mine then. I'm at your service."

He then pulls a thick arcane book from his pack and slips it across the table towards Ashnar. "Shall we see if we have spells to trade? I hardly have enough cash to copy spells into my book at the moment."