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

[epicbob]

Arthur picks up his coins.

"Free ale?" He asks with a slight look of surprise.

"I'll be sure not to waste it then."

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Best you don't. I am expecting a potential employer any time now."

 

[Boddynock]

"Best you don't. I am expecting a potential employer any time now."

OOC: That sounds promising.

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Not too long after he left, the dwarf from before returns to the inn, looking downright clean cut and well polished. Well, relatively speaking. Clad in fine but aged breastplate and gauntlets, the red-haired dwarf wears a plaid patterned kilt, leaving his heavily scarred arms and legs exposed. On his back is a vicious looking spiked shield, ornamented with a sleeping dwarven face, and at his hips is an array of weaponry: two axes, a warhammer, and a crossbow.

Stepping proudly into the tavern, he announces himself, "Ah've outlived seven fathers, outsmarted dragonkin, an' outdrunk orcs twice me size. I've drowned a crocodile in its own lake, defeated a minotaur in its own labyrinth, and bested me own self in mortal combat. I've smitten a god and been smitten by an 'orse. Me axe slices metal like butter, and me shield pierces scale like tender pork. Me name is Rasereit, last o' the Vundinn clan, and the only way ye'll e'er forget me face is by drinkin' me under the table!

"Joe! Ah'll have a half pint o' me usual." Our beloved bartender smirks, nods, and quickly produces an incredibly thick metal mug, filled with a liquid that looks to be melting its container, little by little. Rasereit nods his thanks and hefts the tankard. "Anybody got a toast? Ye better 'urry, before me drink's finished off me mug."

 

[Scott DeWar]

Pendraken stands with a chuckle, "To the nord laands, nere a more beut land there ist!"

 

[epicbob]

Arthur compares Pendrake and Rasereit before asking :

"Do the both of you share a common ancestry?"

 

[Scott DeWar]

Nein, I am human, He's a dwarf. We share a Kinship of warrior's heart! Bond togeter uf Valkyrie-Mother, to someday fight side by side in the Halls of Valhalla to defeat the giants invading across the bi frost bridge!!!

Vee are noord lunders! JA!

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

"Who's mum, now? The Halls of... The Bi-What-Huh?!" Rasereit gives Pendrake a bewildered look, then shrugs and raises his mug. "Aye, to warriors! T'the North, t'ragin' warriors, and t'nonsense words from the mouths o' nutty men!" He quaffs the whole thing. "Ah'll take any excuse t'drink."

"Joe, me good man, something lighter, 'haps a dark stout? Much obliged."

 

[Scott DeWar]

*quaff!* the remains of Pendrake's mug is quickly emptied with Rasereit's.

"Dark stout too Bitta!" calls Pendrake.

OOC: I have something cooking in my twisted mind for first and second level characters. Just need some free time to coagulate thes thoughts, and humbly submitt the adventure to the judges .. .. .. ..

 

[epicbob]

After watching the antics of Pendrake and Rasereit for a bit, he turns to the silent Half-Orc.

"So, if I may ask, what is your story?" He says to the half-breed.