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

[nimisgod]

Ishmael listened intently to the chatter of the other patrons of the Red Dragon. His recent experiences had left him more than a bit shaken as of late. Not shaken enough to stop eating though. He ordered seconds from Joe.

There was a temptation for him to scan the room for evil. But for the sake of the other customers' privacy, he didn't. Besides, he was no longer a Paladin. Once off the path, t'was almost impossible to get back on again. His own draconic heritage was a stronger vocation than the one of justice and good.

"Sturm!" he said to the dwarf, mistaking Sturm's comment for sarcasm. "Thou art just too much. I too hope that they recieve better luck than we did on the road to 'venturing."

 

[Guilt Puppy]

She stares, briefly, at the filthy and scarred dwarf, as if processing something.

"Oi! Ain' ye know, jus' 'cause ye can see somethin', don't mean it's yers fer starin' at!"

Sturm leans forward, huddling in closer to the bar.

'P'raps something shall appear that is worthy of our talents, eh master Sturm?'

"Aye, 'n let's hope 'at job'll be fer two... 'r three," he adds, having almost forgotten about the silent Ishmael. "Right now, 've got 'is terrible feelin' we'll be stuck travellin' with 'em perncesses o'er there..."

He snorts, but within moments, the unpleasant clank of an idea hits his brow.

"Although..." he says, leaning in quietly. "Say's we talk 'em into travellin' down s'm banditty road, ye ken, yowlin 'Oi 'elp 'elp I'm a Wee Perncess!' all the way 's they go? 'n then we're, who knows where, but somewhere where it is what when 'ose ladies get robbed, we can come in out o' nowhere 'n heroic-like, we get 'em 'n we whupp out 'eir worms. 'm bandits, I mean."

He gulps his drink, satisfied about his own genius.

"Best part's what 'ey're bandits, so we're doin' a service, like fer public good. But we're also grabbin' off 'em whate'er other loot 'm wags 've got, so we're bringin' home in buckets, too."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Oh, you know, most people think Princesses have it so easy - what was your name again? First, my uncle became King instead of my father ...." She shakes her head. "I just had to get out of there! I didn't even have time to get my nice jewelry. So here I am in these traveling clothes, with only my owl Fridley for company. What's that Fridley? Yes, go outside for that sweetie."

Fant's initial impulse is to stare at Persephone like some bizzare, alien creature, but she stops herself. The girl in front of her might be exceedingly muddle-headed, but even she might notice and take it as rude. Fant reconsiders one of her intial options, which is that the girl is delusional. She probes carefully.

"And which kingdom, milady, might you hail from?"

Fant actually has ranks in Knowledge: Nobility and Royalty, but I'll have it be your call if she actually knows anything about Persephone's backstory.

 

[Manzanita]

Persephone

Persephone smiles at Fant. "Well, I suppose I can tell you. I am from Monemvassia. I am Esmerelda Persephone Northrup, granddaughter of the late King Jara of Monemvassia. Any you? Where are you from, and what brings you to adventuring?"


OOC: How 'bout assuming Knowledge (Nobility and royalty) DC 10 to know general info about her backstory. If you roll successfully, read her background in the PC thread.

 

[IcyCool]

Gorefoot - Gnome Barbarian

A well muscled gnome enters the bar. He stalks over to Joe the bartender, climbs a stool, and converses quietly with him for a moment. He then stands up on the barstool while Joe pours him a drink. He turns to scan the patrons, and as he does all can get a good look at his face. A terrible scar runs from his left temple over his eye and down to his nose. His left eye is covered with yellow film, but seems functional. His right eye burns with anger for a moment and then fades.

Finally he says, "I am Gorefoot, and I am muscle for hire. Goblins, I'll kill for free." At that he turns back to his drink and quietly watches the bar.

 

[SlagMortar]

Nars Blackbeard, Dwarf Locksmith

The door opens and a dwarf enters flipping a silver piece with one hand. Nars says to no one in particular, "I don't know how some one could lock himself in an outhouse, but I'm glad I was around to help him out. Always good to have a lock smith handy, I guess."

Noticing he was talking to himself, he blushes and orders a stout from the barkeep and wanders over to peruse the employment board muttering, "could use some real more exciting employment though"

 

[IcyCool]

Gorefoot - Gnome Barbarian 1

Gorefoot hops down from his barstool and moves over to stand beside Nurlan at the employment board.

Pretending that he can and is reading one of the postings, he says to the dwarf, "So, do you see anything interesting? I'm looking for work myself."

 

[SlagMortar]

"Doesn't appear to be much at the moment though this appears to be a busy place. Have you been in town, ah, long? I've just arrive, er ah, got here myself. Nars Blackbeard at your service." Nars extends his hand to the curious looking gnome.

 

[IcyCool]

Gorefoot - Gnome Barbarian 1

Gorefoot stares at Nars' hand for a long moment, then grabs it in a very firm grip (as firm as a gnome shaking a dwarf hand can get).
"The name is Gorefoot. I just got here today."

 

[SlagMortar]

"Enthusiastic little fellow, aren't ya? I think I'll, ah, find myself a chair. Put my feet, er ah, take a, er ah, sit down."