(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VI

[DM-Rocco]

Robillard, in his never ending attempt to dance with all the women in the bar, continues to dance to a lively tune. Noticing that his merriment has brought him to the same table as that of none other then the Lady Fant, he stops his current dancing partner with a backwards bow so that he can make eye contact with the Lady Fant.

"Well my Lady," he says, "it seems that we met yet again, and here I thought that I would be deprived of the pleasure of your company for many weeks to come." Robillard dramatically brought his latest dance partner out of her dip and spun her away from the Lady Fant.

"Perhaps you are awaiting some friends," he continued, "perhaps you would care for a dance before they arrive?" With that he held out his hand and slightly bowed to the Lady Fant, awaiting an answer.

OOC, one of these days you will give in.

 

[El Jefe]

Satisfied that the Lady Fant's troubles are of no great moment, Oirhandir turns to his meal. "Truly", he thinks, "the hospitality of this Joe Smith is as good as his reputation." Although the fare is rather simple by the standards of his people, every morsel is a treat after weeks of weevily biscuits and watered-down rum. "I'll go back to the sea again someday", he ponders, "but a stay in port would do me well."

He casts around the bar as he dines, looking for new arrivals, interesting goings-on, or merely the prospect of work.

 

[Pbartender]

A man walks into the tavern.

He is balding and extremely fat, but fairly well dressed. Fine lace billows from the collar and cuffs of his brocaded frock coat, and silk stockings burst out from his calicoed knee breeches. He leans on a gold-capped cane as he moves up to the bar to greet Joe like an old friend.

A muttered exchange ensues, terminating with the presention of a small purse of coins to the affable barkeep. The large man laughs out loud saying, "Oh no, Joe, you know me... Hah! Me! Adventuring! Ah hah! Can you imagine! Hah! No, no, my good man, I've come to solicit employees, not employment!"

"I am Rupert Vaneekelen," he turns to announce in a voice that fills every corner of the tap room, "and I have need for treasure hunters!"

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Lady Fant nods and parts ways with the elf. She sits, and frowns slightly down at her drink. Her melancholy she has dispelled by force of will, and her previous moping fills her with some measure of self-reproach. She wonders about the elf, and decides the interaction was what it was- a courteous High Folk inquring politely and not desiring to impose himself.

"Perhaps you are awaiting some friends," he continued, "perhaps you would care for a dance before they arrive?" With that he held out his hand and slightly bowed to the Lady Fant, awaiting an answer.

Unlike, say, this fellow. Fant resists the desire to roll her eyes in a most undignified manner and instead nods cooly without rising. "Perhaps not. Perhaps I should go to bed, as I must rise early tomorrow. I have gained employment, you see. Good night." Her cool stare seems to say something along the lines of Unlike certain foppish layabouts who hang about the Dragon all day dancing with the tavern wenches. Which isn't that fair, considering how she only just found work herself, but nevertheless.

She rises and bids Robillard farewell with another curt nod before striding off to her room.

OOC, one of these days you will give in.

Just not today.

 

[El Jefe]

Oirhandir is just finishing his meal as the strangely-dressed man enters the bar. The finery bespeaks wealth, but the elf has to suppress a smirk at the sight...and the thought that one of his own people would ever decorate themself so tastelessly. "Well, perhaps for some sort of party, given in jest...", he muses.

Still, the man promises treasure, and Oirhandir's purse is in need of coin. "If this is some sort of joke, I might as well play along to see where it leads." Taking his staff in hand, he leaves his barstool and approaches the corpulent benefactor. He nods and touches the brim of his hat.

"Rupert Vaneelkelen", he says with a smile, "I am called Oirhandir. I seek coin for my purse, lands where my feet have never trod, and good company for the journey. I know the way of a ship, the way of a bow, and can cast some meager spells. It would please me to hear of this treasure that you seek."

ooc-I'd like to try a Bardic Knowledge check to see if I've ever heard of this Rupert Vaneelkelen, and for what he might be known for...+3 (+1 for first level bard, +2 intelligence)

 

[Gurdjieff]

"I am Rupert Vaneekelen," he turns to announce in a voice that fills every corner of the tap room, "and I have need for treasure hunters!"

Rogier turns around interested, and walks over to the man. "Good day sir Vaneekelen, I am Rogier Goodwill, a Paladin in the Order of Hyrag" He kneels before the possible employer and greets him. "If you could spare some details about this treasure hunt, I might be interested to kill some time, as waiting in this tavern is only fun for so long. Besides, some extra treasure is never a bad thing, now is it?"
Rogier smiles after his last comment, and guides Rupert Vaneekelen and Oirhandir to a table, to talk matter over.

 

[msd]

"I am Rupert Vaneekelen," he turns to announce in a voice that fills every corner of the tap room, "and I have need for treasure hunters!"

Although normally loathe to approach others, Eruin's interest is piqued at the thought of a return to more adventuresome ways.

Slowly, he gathers his things from the bar and slowly approaches the new guest in an effort to learn more.

"Mr. Vankeleen, I am called Eruin, a ranger of the wild, and I am looking for work. Would you have me?"

The sound of his own voice made him feel awkward. Truly, the inside of an inn was not what the ranger was made for...

 

[crueldespot]

Post-duel celebration

Cain returns to the Red Dragon.

His appearance is the same- a ponytail and goatee, leather armor...but now he sports a fat lip from fighting.

The halfling knows the custom now, so without hesitation he angles for the bar, climbs a stool and belows "Cain Richter here again, lock and trap expert." He orders a beer and stuffs his pipe. "No need to go to bed early" he tells the barmaid, "I've already had a good nap."

Cain takes his time finishing the beer, then arranges for a bath, and eventually retires to his chamber where he cleans the blood off of his blade and finally is ready for sleep.

Early the next morning he orders a hearty breakfast and joins the other members of his group on the crocodile hunt.

 

[El Jefe]

ooc - gone fishin'

ooc - Well, maybe not fishing, but I will be out of town until the 19th. While I'm away, Oirhandir will eagerly pursue the treasure hunting opportunity with Rupert, turning it down only if it appears utterly hopeless, morally repugnant, or downright loathsome.

PS. - "Morally repugnant" means that we are required to first torture the baby seals, then club them to death. And "loathsome" is a relative term for a guy who's used to picking weevils out of his biscuits...

 

[DM-Rocco]

Robillard shrugs his shoulder's and flashes the Lady Fant a sly smile, "Yout loss, perhaps another time," and with that he continued his frolic abour the Inn, still not finding an adventure that suaits him.