Thomas Hobbes
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My advice: Wait for judge. Sparky's keeping an eye on the Tavern primarily, among others. See also discussion thread for some talk about duelling and you can ask there for a judge to come your way.
(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VI
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Thomas Hobbes said:
OOC: Good advice. The combat will take place in the previously posted duel thread.
Pbartender
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Jack comes back in just as Cain and Calamar stalk each other out the front door. "Hoy!" He announces in the usual fashion, "I'm Jack haggerty, and I'm a little sneak, eh?"
Climbing up onto his usual stool next to the Lady Fant, he downs a mug of beer before greeting her, "Say, Miss, you're lookin' right downtrodden, if'n I do say so myself. So what... Is your job lookin' as good as mine is? Which is to say, no better than the last, more's the pity."
Climbing up onto his usual stool next to the Lady Fant, he downs a mug of beer before greeting her, "Say, Miss, you're lookin' right downtrodden, if'n I do say so myself. So what... Is your job lookin' as good as mine is? Which is to say, no better than the last, more's the pity."
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Gurdjieff
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The return of Rogier
Wearing his Holy Symbol of Hyrag proudly around his neck, his armor and shield polished, Rogier enters the Red Dragon Inn for the second time around.
"Hi Joe," he starts, looking around the room to see any familiar faces, "You got something to drink and eat for a traveller like me? Even though griffons fly fast, it still was a very exhausting trip. So, what happened 'round here? Any news?"
Taking anything Joe sets before him, he'll walk around the Inn for a free seat and start his meal.
Wearing his Holy Symbol of Hyrag proudly around his neck, his armor and shield polished, Rogier enters the Red Dragon Inn for the second time around.
"Hi Joe," he starts, looking around the room to see any familiar faces, "You got something to drink and eat for a traveller like me? Even though griffons fly fast, it still was a very exhausting trip. So, what happened 'round here? Any news?"
Taking anything Joe sets before him, he'll walk around the Inn for a free seat and start his meal.
Sparky
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Joe nods a greeting to the more civil patrons of the Tavern, effortlessly dispatching the serving girls to ferry drinks and dinners. He squints piercingly at Cain as the halfling and Robillard chat amiably. "You seem a decent sort, Cain. Don't get into to trouble here." He passes a frothy mug to the halfling - it's a fine brew, pleasantly bitter and bready. His brows quirk at the throwing of the backroom bolt. He glances into the corner.
When the bolt on the back room door flips again and Calamar emerges, Joe looks at Calamar who is drawn near, like a moth to flame, into conflict with Cain, "Calamar. I'll tell you the same, don't get in to trouble here."
A few incendiary comments later are exchanged between the dark wizard and the lean halfling and then Cain is rushing out the door on Calamar's heels, blade ringing from its scabbard. Joe's eyes flash and his jaw muscles clench. His eyes flicker to the corner again and with a barely perceptible inclination of his head he indicates the door. A figure melts from the shadows and moves purposefully to the front. One of the barmaids gasps and shrinks away as the figure passes close by. With an abrupt gesture the figure jabs a finger at the dwarven cleric as he emerges from the back room, "You," it commands pointing at Eberk and gesturing for him to follow before disappearing through the front door. Joe nods encouragingly at Eberk and indicates the door with another slight inclination of his head.
"Lady Fant," Joe acknowledges. His voice is flat. He sees to it that she gets her usual, handing it to her himself. He glances at Robillard's cavorting with the barmaids. Without a trace of irony, "Negotiations went well, it seems." He very briefly looks her in the eye and then turns away to tend to others.
Joe looks at the tiny Yarrog and nods as he clambers up onto a stool. He glances at the holy symbol of Mongrel and looks at the door. He appears about to say something, but thinks better of it and says instead, "Yarrog. I have something you might enjoy." He gestures at one of his barmaids and indicates Yarrog. She disappears into the cellar and returns swiftly with a small misshapen bottle made of a dark, murky glass. Joe dusts the bottle and uncorks it and with a tight smile puts it in front of small patron.
"Jack. The Lady Fant's over there." To which he very quietly adds, "Tread lightly." Not that the admonition was neccessary, but Joe's a decent fellow and likes to give fair warning.
"Rogier. News is there's a fight brewing on my doorstep. I know you're tired, but I'd appreciate it if you'd step outside and see to it that no one is permanently hurt."
Another busy day at the Red Dragon.
OOC: I may have forgotten somebody, but Joe certainly hasn't. Just speak up, so I can know you're here.
Preferrably with some IC action. Even you lurkers or folks with characters who're inactive.
Otakkun/Eberk and Venus/Rogier may choose to follow Calamar and Cain off to their duel at the Tavern's request.
When the bolt on the back room door flips again and Calamar emerges, Joe looks at Calamar who is drawn near, like a moth to flame, into conflict with Cain, "Calamar. I'll tell you the same, don't get in to trouble here."
A few incendiary comments later are exchanged between the dark wizard and the lean halfling and then Cain is rushing out the door on Calamar's heels, blade ringing from its scabbard. Joe's eyes flash and his jaw muscles clench. His eyes flicker to the corner again and with a barely perceptible inclination of his head he indicates the door. A figure melts from the shadows and moves purposefully to the front. One of the barmaids gasps and shrinks away as the figure passes close by. With an abrupt gesture the figure jabs a finger at the dwarven cleric as he emerges from the back room, "You," it commands pointing at Eberk and gesturing for him to follow before disappearing through the front door. Joe nods encouragingly at Eberk and indicates the door with another slight inclination of his head.
"Lady Fant," Joe acknowledges. His voice is flat. He sees to it that she gets her usual, handing it to her himself. He glances at Robillard's cavorting with the barmaids. Without a trace of irony, "Negotiations went well, it seems." He very briefly looks her in the eye and then turns away to tend to others.
Joe looks at the tiny Yarrog and nods as he clambers up onto a stool. He glances at the holy symbol of Mongrel and looks at the door. He appears about to say something, but thinks better of it and says instead, "Yarrog. I have something you might enjoy." He gestures at one of his barmaids and indicates Yarrog. She disappears into the cellar and returns swiftly with a small misshapen bottle made of a dark, murky glass. Joe dusts the bottle and uncorks it and with a tight smile puts it in front of small patron.
"Jack. The Lady Fant's over there." To which he very quietly adds, "Tread lightly." Not that the admonition was neccessary, but Joe's a decent fellow and likes to give fair warning.
"Rogier. News is there's a fight brewing on my doorstep. I know you're tired, but I'd appreciate it if you'd step outside and see to it that no one is permanently hurt."
Another busy day at the Red Dragon.
OOC: I may have forgotten somebody, but Joe certainly hasn't. Just speak up, so I can know you're here.
Preferrably with some IC action. Even you lurkers or folks with characters who're inactive.Otakkun/Eberk and Venus/Rogier may choose to follow Calamar and Cain off to their duel at the Tavern's request.
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Pbartender
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Sparky said:
Jack suddenly gets a funny look in his eye. He tilts his head as though listening intently to something far off, and then he faintly sniffs the air. The halfling rogue seems to snap out of it and says, "Time for me to be a goin', mates."
"Thanks for the drink, Joe."
"Good Luck, Miss Fant."
He slugs down the remainder of his second beer, and vanishes out the front door.
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Yarrog breathes a sigh of relief and thanks Joe for his kindness. Examining the bottle in front of him, Yarrog thinks to himself how nice it is to be back in civilization. A ruckus outside snaps him back to reality. Yarrog looks around warily as he takes a drink and begins to imagine the scene outside. Just like old times, he thinks, and prepares himself to get a first hand look at what really is going on.
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