(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VII
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shadowbloodmoon
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Tandi waves to her friends as they come to her. " I know Troi. This one wasn't for me. You and Lasair here will have to tell me all about it when you get back. Living vicariously through friends is just as fun as being there, I say. Good luck to the both of you, and to you Elise." Tandi then stands and bows to them both, something she does only to those she respects. "Fair winds and gentle breezes." Allowing her friends to finish preparing for their journey, Tandi watches as a rather inebriated smallfolk stumbles into his barstool. Tandi is uncertain what to think of it. That kind of behavior was frowned upon in her homeland, but here? She could say something, but her conditioned mind told her to stay close-mouthed about it. Better to avoid conflict than start it.
Rystil Arden
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*The door blows open to a howling wind, as a shivering old man in a gray cloak walks inside and enters the inn.*
"Joe, I'll have the usual," he calls out in a voice wizened with age.
"Elven Firewine?" Joe asks, heading over to grab a bottle.
"Aye, I figure it will work the chills out. Good people, those elves. Really know how to brew the good stuff. Perhaps its all those centuries that helped them perfect it."
The man looks around at those gathered in the inn, as he accepts the whole bottle from Joe with a smile, tossing the barkeep a large platinum coin.
"My friends!" the old man says, pulling off his cloak and revealing his long grey hair, bushy white eyebrows, and goofy looking moustache, looking out to those gathered in the inn, "I have heard tell that the patrons of this Inn are the greatest heroes in the lands, and looking for adventure to boot! Would any of you care to join me for a toast to adventurers? You can all have a glass of my firewine on me. Share a good tale or two with me, and perhaps I can help you find the adventure of a lifetime!"
"Joe, I'll have the usual," he calls out in a voice wizened with age.
"Elven Firewine?" Joe asks, heading over to grab a bottle.
"Aye, I figure it will work the chills out. Good people, those elves. Really know how to brew the good stuff. Perhaps its all those centuries that helped them perfect it."
The man looks around at those gathered in the inn, as he accepts the whole bottle from Joe with a smile, tossing the barkeep a large platinum coin.
"My friends!" the old man says, pulling off his cloak and revealing his long grey hair, bushy white eyebrows, and goofy looking moustache, looking out to those gathered in the inn, "I have heard tell that the patrons of this Inn are the greatest heroes in the lands, and looking for adventure to boot! Would any of you care to join me for a toast to adventurers? You can all have a glass of my firewine on me. Share a good tale or two with me, and perhaps I can help you find the adventure of a lifetime!"
Bront
The man with the probe
"I don't know about bein a great hero, but I do what I ken" Cade sips his glass of firewine "Ahh, good stuff, thanks."
Cade continues, "My villiage has been harassed by goblins of late. They be orn'ry critters, and don't seem to wanna give up. I trained with my companion Alton over there" he says pointing to the St Bernard "and we got good at runnen em down and scarin em off. When they got organized enough ta try ta blockade the road, me an me fellow outriders braved the blockade ta rush in and break it up. I saw one shoutin out orders and managed to get a clean lick on em. I think I managed ta fell the leader, cause after he went down, they all started runnin fer cover."
"Things have been peaceful at me villiage since, and I hope they are for a long time ta come. But I know anathin I learn out here can only help me defend me village later, and a grand adventure is a great way to learn if I ever heard of one."
Cade continues, "My villiage has been harassed by goblins of late. They be orn'ry critters, and don't seem to wanna give up. I trained with my companion Alton over there" he says pointing to the St Bernard "and we got good at runnen em down and scarin em off. When they got organized enough ta try ta blockade the road, me an me fellow outriders braved the blockade ta rush in and break it up. I saw one shoutin out orders and managed to get a clean lick on em. I think I managed ta fell the leader, cause after he went down, they all started runnin fer cover."
"Things have been peaceful at me villiage since, and I hope they are for a long time ta come. But I know anathin I learn out here can only help me defend me village later, and a grand adventure is a great way to learn if I ever heard of one."
Rystil Arden
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"Goblins you say? Good to know, and an interesting story. Yes...yes...you sound like someone I can trust with the knowledge I discovered. But I'm going to wait to talk to more people before I head off and leave a Magic Mouth to notify anyone else who is interested."
Rystil Arden
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"I am Zarindas of Elwick," the old man replied, "Well met, Cade. I can't speak of what I uncovered here, but I plan on reconvening nearby once gathered those who wish to hear me."
Brain
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A ragged-looking Half-orc in piecemeal clothing and armor walks in and immediately puts on a toothy grin. He wastes no time in approaching the bar. "Joe! I am glad to see you. Didn't think I'd make it back here. I need a stiff drink or two."
Grabbing the proffered drink, he turns to the room. He takes a swig and belches involuntarily before speaking. "Greetings all, I am Scun; Savage Wayfarer of Mongrel. I'll be lookin' for employment shortly."
Grabbing the proffered drink, he turns to the room. He takes a swig and belches involuntarily before speaking. "Greetings all, I am Scun; Savage Wayfarer of Mongrel. I'll be lookin' for employment shortly."
Rae ArdGaoth
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Rejected by the dwarven employer, Fimble collapses dejectedly back onto his stool, still fiddling with his illusion of dancing lights. His ears perk up when he hears Zarindas talking, though, and he turns his head that direction.
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