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

[Brain]

Well met Ashnar. Nothing wrong with direct application of skills, but it is more important where they are applied and whom we combat and protect. I would help those who need help, not just those who desire help and have some coin. What say you?

 

[DM-Rocco]

I haven't checked the red dragon for a while, Creamsteak, you haven't started your psionic game yet have you?

 

[Knight Otu]

[DMRocco - no, he has not started it yet]

Well met Ashnar. Nothing wrong with direct application of skills, but it is more important where they are applied and whom we combat and protect. I would help those who need help, not just those who desire help and have some coin. What say you?

"Well spoken, Scun. And while I mostly agree, I must say that part of it depends on the circumstances. I would certainly help the poor who really needs the help, but if we turn only to them, we do not know what dangers we might ignore. If a rich person wants a trophy of a beast that has been devestating the lands, I would likely help, as by doing so, I help a greater number of people than just the rich man."

 

[Brain]

[b "Well spoken, Scun. And while I mostly agree, I must say that part of it depends on the circumstances. I would certainly help the poor who really needs the help, but if we turn only to them, we do not know what dangers we might ignore. If a rich person wants a trophy of a beast that has been devestating the lands, I would likely help, as by doing so, I help a greater number of people than just the rich man."

Scun smiles and replies,
"Certainly if a rich man wants to pay me for such a thing where I can also help the needy, I would not turn it down. To waste an opportunity like that would be foolish indeed."

 

[DM-Rocco]

Knight Otu thanks

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

The doors of the tavern slowly swing open as a very dirty, very smelly dwarf trudges slowly toward the bar. An old pack graces his hunched back, a belt with a few pouches is strapped diagonally across his broad chest, and his rusty scale mail clinks and screeches, quietly protesting his clumsy movements. The large axe at his hip is nearly touching the floor because of his posture. His eyes are blood shot, and he moves with the swinging gait of a dwarf who has spent too much time with a bottle in his hands. He tries to sit down and order a drink but, due to the constant haggering by the barmaids to speak to Joe, is unable to even get the words out. "In the name of Mongrel! Back off!" he grunts loudly in an oddly accented dialect. He scans behind the bar for the bartender they speak so animatedly of. Spotting the only man with an apron on, he raises his hand, nods towards him. "I... Er, hello... Joe... Look, can y' get me a drink over here?" (CUT TO NEXT POST) Eyeing him distastefully, not because of his smell, mind you, but rather for his manners, Joe meanders his way over to the unclean mess deposited at the bar and slams down a full mug, saying, "That'll be a silver, if y' please." The dwarf eyes him beadily, but after some time reaches into his pocket for the money. After receiving it, Joe Smith moves on to other, more sociable patrons, while the dwarf lays his head down on the bar, not even taking a sip of his drink. Occasionally his body shakes or trembles for a very brief moment, then he looks about angrily to see if anybody noticed, lays his weary head back down, and repeats the process.

OOC: New character, new to PbP, but not new to the game. Nice to meet you all!

 

[orsal]

OOC: Joe meanders his way over to the unclean mess deposited at the bar and slams down a full mug, saying, "That'll be a silver, if y' please." I doubt Joe said that. See the first post in this thread And, in exchange, the Red Dragon is open and often free to it's clients. In the past Joe has flat-out refused payment from all of our characters. He makes his living, and pays for our food and drink, from the job listings and commissions on sales. Oh, and welcome to LEW.

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

OOC: Ah, sorry, I didn't know he never accepted money. I thought that perhaps my character was so rude that it elicited a negative response from Joe. I suppose I was wrong. Thanks, though, I'm still learning.

(Cut from earlier post) Eyeing him distastefully, not because of his smell, mind you, but rather for his manners, Joe meanders his way over to the unclean mess deposited at the bar and slams down a full mug, saying, "Look, friend, it's a bit of a custom around here to introduce yourself to everybody. Go on." The dwarf eyes him beadily, but after some time grumbles something under his breath. Joe says, "Come now, a bit louder. I doubt anybody heard that. Anybody? Did anyone hear that?" The friendly patrons shout out happily "NO!" The depressing dwarf calls out, "Rasereit Vundinn, Ah'm a dwarf, and when Ah get angry, people die!" At first, the tavern regulars don't quite know what to make of this statement. After a moment of glancing at each other, they all burst out laughing. A couple of men give Rasereit a few slaps on the back before leaving the Inn. Joe Smith grins, gives Rasereit his drink, and moves on to other, more sociable clientele. The pitiful dwarf lays his head down on the bar, not even taking a sip of his drink. Occasionally his body shakes or trembles for a very brief moment, then he looks about angrily to see if anybody noticed, lays his weary head back down, and repeats the process.

 

[orsal]

OOC: Ah, sorry, I didn't know he never accepted money. I thought that perhaps my character was so rude that it elicited a negative response from Joe. I suppose I was wrong. Thanks, though, I'm still learning.

OOC: Hey, for all I know that's what happened. I don't control Joe, so I can't say for sure. I didn't say he definitely can't have charged you for the drink, just that I'd be really surprised if he did. Maybe Rasereit is the first adventurer ever to have to pay for a drink at the Red Dragon.

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

OOC: I like the second scenario better, regardless. I reread the first post about Joe, and I saw the deal about announcing your name and such. This way is better. Thanks for the nudge in the right direction, my friend!