Tavern - City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn 2010-17

Trouvere

Visitor
[sblock=OOG]Rollfar's "Thirty dozen dragons" = 30 x 12 x 10 = 3600 gp. Apparently there's a Fallonese publisher who failed a Will save against the power Attraction and at least 1000 idiots willing to pay through the nose for Barry Lakeward novels (including old favourites 'Raw Daybreak: The Tale of a Hero and The High Priestesses of Ulura' and 'Barely Dark War: Barry Lakeward in the Forest of Gloom'). In other words, I'm converting 3600/50/6 = 12 DM credits into gold for Keldar.[/sblock]
 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Having abandoned the match entirely, Pendrake leans back and watches the exchange with his arms crossed and a grin on his face.
 

Trouvere

Visitor
Keldar with his head still tipped back turns his eyes from the ceiling to peer down his nose. "You've been entertaining the crowd," he comments.

"Whose fault is that?" Rollfar snaps.

"Do you know the grinning one?" Keldar asks, avoiding the question with one of his own.

"I, yes. He's Pendrake. He says he's a Northman, though from north of where I'm not sure. We've met. The night before I left for Fallon, while I was reassuring my former tenants that I would keep a close eye on their new landlord, something came crawling out of the sea on a great wave - right into Spelding Square, of all the luck."

"No!" interjects Keldar.

"Yes, indeed, a dark slimy thing like nothing in the Enworld. If I had been a little slower, it would have killed me."

"No!" Keldar says.

"I believe so. I sought help and ran into that one and some of his companions. Oh, they defeated it, but they were left bloodied, bruised and burned, barely able to stand."

"No!" Keldar says again.

"They said it was unnaturally resilient and possessed of strange powers."

"Probably some sort of forbidden spawn of black chaos and illimitable night," says Keldar.

Rollfar stops short. "What?" she growls. "How would you of all people - "

"I'm Keldar Warbray, not a lot gets past me," says Keldar Warbray airily. "Also, Rilithorne had paid a visit to Thyrin of Grenton and left him the creature's remains to study further. I took a look. They're really very smelly."

"You knew! You are a complete - " Rollfar begins.

"So! I brought you presents back from Fallon," says Keldar, delving into his pack. "Look! A pretty ribbon, and some boots!"

"Those are not even close to my size," says Rollfar ungraciously.

"Magic," says Keldar. "They'll fit when you put them on."

"Where did you buy them?" Rollfar asks, taking them and holding them in her lap.

"Mmm, buy," says Keldar. "I paid quite dearly for them."

"Oh, Uncle Spider's underclothes," says Rollfar. "This is another thing I don't want to know, isn't it?"
 
Graven Urthadar, TN Male Human Fighter 1 (not yet fully approved)

A young but hardy-looking man with a beard, and dirty long, flowing hair crosses the threshold into the room from the outdoors, carrying a pack filled with gear suitable for adventuring. He steps up to the bar, orders a pint of his favorite mead, looks around and addresses all within earshot, "I'm Graven. Graven Urthadar. I'm currently looking for work. If you are as well, and seeking a companion, then good! We'll get along just fine... If not..." Turning around to make his way toward a table in the corner of the room, he mutters to himself, but loud enough for others to hear, "Keep your damned hands to yourself..." He sits down with his back towards the wall, and quietly sips his drink, observing the others in the room to see how they react to his presence.
 

Rae ArdGaoth

Visitor
The quiet bustle of the tavern is broken by a loud, gruff shout. "Oi, you there, open tha' door!" The door to the common room swings open alarmingly fast to allow a burly, red-haired dwarf to enter. In his arms, he carries a severely wounded dog. The dwarf has wet blood all over his armor. The dog appears to have been hit in the chest with some heavy spiked object.

He shouts, "Name's Razh, nah who can fix up this poor mutt?!" His voice tone is loaded with worried urgency. "Some blaggards roughed 'im up for no blasted reason, an' there's another right outside!" He scans the tavern frantically, "Come on, anyone?"

And indeed, right outside, through the open door, you can see a short, thin man trudging through the Red Dragon Plaza pushing a wheelbarrow, a wheelbarrow in which another bleeding dog is collapsed, unconscious.
 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
somehow the impassioned plea of Vundinn the red reaches through the alcohol sodden mind of a red headed human male, "eh? vas ist das?" he stands and staggers to the dwarf to take a looky look. He calls for a pitcher of water and starts fishing through his pack.

upon arrival of the pitcher he drenches his head to clear the webs. he suddenly stops digging and says, "Verdomme, ik verloor dat genezing drankje op mijn laatste missie!"

To Reis he says, " sorry friend lost das potion at last mission. I look fur shop und find."

he heads for the door . . . . .
 
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Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Pendrake runs as fast as his newly acquired boots will let him to the temple of Halina. He sees one of the sisters feeding some children, so he stands nervously awaiting his turn.
 

rln

Visitor
OOC: Like a jack in the box, it's time for my yearly appearance!


The slightly drunk voice of a halfling joins the chorus as Ogrin steps through the back door.

"Fear not lasses, I am back! The rumours of my demise are completely unfounded. I am back in Orussus, for a short while only and will have time --"

Ogrin spots Rasereit, his face breaking first into a smile; then, at seeing the pitiful creature in Razh's arms, into a frown; finally, into an intense stare of seething anger. He walks up to Razh and pets the creature on the head, then looks Razh in the eye.

"Who. Did. This."

Ogrin does not like dog abuse. Cats, fine, those creeps have it coming, but not dogs.
 

rln

Visitor
Ogrin asks the barkeep for a two bowls of meat stew, into which he pours the content of a small bottle. After feeding some of it to the dogs, they seem of much better health; in fact, the wounds have stopped bleeding and have mostly scabbed over. There are whispers in the crows, "Did that halfling just waste a healing potion on two dogs!?", which Ogrin ignores.

"Well, Razh, these certainly look like two stray mutts to me. Just like us, eh?" His face hardens again. "If i find whoever did this..."

He pets the one that seems the least flea-ridden. "I think I'll adopt this one. I must hink of a good name. Hm. Such things are always hard. Does he look like a 'Fluffy' to you?"

The dog doesn't appreciate the petting and nips his hand. "Ow! Stop that you mangy git". Razh and Ogrin share a look. "Alright. 'Mangy git' it is. It's as good as any name, I suppose."

When the dogs have finished the last of the stew, Ogrin plays around with them. "Who's a good boy? Are you a good boy? Would you like some more to eat? <BARK> Of course you do! How about we go and get some of Mr Edwyd's meat pies for you? He makes excellent pies! In fact, I just came from missus Edwyd, and she had the most delicious pie delivered from him earlier! I almost ate half of it, I think. I hope he won't mind?"

OOC: I hope Rae allows me to take a few liberties with his recent story =)
 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Pendrake runs as fast as his newly acquired boots will let him to the temple of Halina. He sees one of the sisters feeding some children, so he stands nervously awaiting his turn.
Pendrake perchases 4 vials of healing and runs bak to the ' Dragon, only to see the dogs healed and heeling.

"Ah, dogs ist goot now. " he holds up a vial and says "Temple uf Halina sell me these."
 

Rae ArdGaoth

Visitor
"Ogrin, mate, where've ye been?!" A tumult of emotions crosses Rasereit's scarred face, joy, worry, relief, pain, all mixing together in what ends up being a scowl. "These two, Ah don' know what 'appened to 'em, they need fixin' up s'all Ah know."

The scowl relaxes when Ogrin spikes the stew with healing potion. As the dogs recover consciousness and start to nip at Ogrin's fingers, Razh heaves a great sigh of relief.

When Pendrake's returns with the potions, Razh grins up at him "The Mutt looks out for 'is own, eh Pendrake?" he says, gesturing at the newly arrived halfling and the strays. "Ye're a bit late, but Ah'm sure Mongrel appreciates yer efforts, mate. 'Ave ye met me ol' friend Ogrin? The two of us, we go back a bit. Spared each other a scar or two, eh? Ogrin, this 'ere's Pendrake, a northman if Ah e'er met one."

"Nah, ye've got t'tell me, where've ye been?" Razh asks Ogrin as he scratches the dirtier, more flea-ridden dog behind the ears.
 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Pendrake smiles at the dwarvin barbarian. He sits down and asks for an ale while listening, waiting to hear of Ras' antics.
 

rln

Visitor
"Up and down the coast mate. Haven't been back to Orussus in, oh, a year, I think? Let's catch up in a bit, I just need a bit of food and drink first."

OOC: And I'm just about to go travelling without internet, so it'll be a while before I can update again, sadly. :(

"Ogrin, mate, where've ye been?!" A tumult of emotions crosses Rasereit's scarred face, joy, worry, relief, pain, all mixing together in what ends up being a scowl. "These two, Ah don' know what 'appened to 'em, they need fixin' up s'all Ah know."

The scowl relaxes when Ogrin spikes the stew with healing potion. As the dogs recover consciousness and start to nip at Ogrin's fingers, Razh heaves a great sigh of relief.

When Pendrake's returns with the potions, Razh grins up at him "The Mutt looks out for 'is own, eh Pendrake?" he says, gesturing at the newly arrived halfling and the strays. "Ye're a bit late, but Ah'm sure Mongrel appreciates yer efforts, mate. 'Ave ye met me ol' friend Ogrin? The two of us, we go back a bit. Spared each other a scar or two, eh? Ogrin, this 'ere's Pendrake, a northman if Ah e'er met one."

"Nah, ye've got t'tell me, where've ye been?" Razh asks Ogrin as he scratches the dirtier, more flea-ridden dog behind the ears.
 

Rae ArdGaoth

Visitor
"Aye, o' course, drink up. Food's still free, that much hasn' changed, Razh says. "Joe, a mug o' Dragonsbreath for me, if ye would? And somethin' t' snack on?" The bartender acknowledges the order with a nod, but then points at the sign above the door and raises his eyebrows meaningfully at Ogrin.

OOC: No worries, it's been pretty quiet around here recently. =) Enjoy your trip!
 

epicbob

Visitor
Arthur Human Rogue 1

Arthur steps in, looking weary.

"*Sigh* For better or worse, Arthur returns..."

Someone who listens would detect a hint of sarcasm. He then scans the tavern.

"Has anyone brought in two wounded dogs?"
 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Pendrake Utherman

A northman, by appearence, stands at Arthur's question and says, "Ja, ist here!" He used a mug in hand to indicate two mangy flea bitten scraggly currs, standing getting petted or scratched by two others, a halfling and a dwarf. Neither of the two 2-legged mangy flea bitten currs look scraggly, as in 'don't want to meet them in a dark ally' .
 

epicbob

Visitor
Arthur Human Rogue 1

Seeing that the two dogs are seemingly alive and well, Arthur lets out a sigh of relief.

"At least that's one problem solved...who is responsible for their recovery?"
 

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