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

[Jdvn1]

"Heh, that's why I am not playing. Some of you seem to know what you're doing with those cards. The gods know I'm lost in these things." Anton shifts to one leg and looks at Raena, "Oh, hello. You seem to be rather energetic there. I do not think a barstool would contain you."

 

[Yurith]

1d20+1 [19,1] = (20)

OOC: So...should we have a time limit. If you arent with us within the time limit, the rounds over? Else how will you tell when we get a new hand?

 

[Dexerion]

An old aristocratic looking man in pale yellow garb lumbers through the Inn’s door. Without taking much notice of those inside the Inn he heads straight to the bar and greats Joe, pulling a bag of coin from one pocket and a rolled flyer from another. “I’ve got this letter here from Duke Armgill. He asked me to post it here in the Inn for any adventure seekers to take a look at.” The old man holds the bag of coin out over the bar for Joe to take.

Joe eyes the old man up and down while letting out an audible sigh. He positions his hand under the coin pouch and lets the old man drop it into his palm. “’Er, it feels ‘bought right. Lemme look. Aye, post yer letter then, unda tha board o’er there,” Joe says while pointing in the general direction of a letter covered board, eyes never leaving the inside of the pouch as he counts.

“Ah, good.” The aristocrat turns to walk to the board and pauses to let a barmaid pass, “Oh, excuse me.” Upon reaching the board the aristocrat makes some effort at rearranging old letters so that his may be in the middle and most noticeable. When he finishes he stands back and observes his work briefly with one arm crossed around his chest and the other on his chin. “That’ll do,” and he turns on his heels and starts out the door making as much effort to remain oblivious to the people in the bar as he did coming in.

The posted note reads:

Armed adventures needed to fetch goods in the town of Tharol just outside the border of the Kingdom of Mediberia. Transportation and some travel supplies will be provided. There will be a small payment up front as well as a large reward when the goods are returned to Orussus. Some experience in both travel and combat is required. Seek James at the Armgill Manor if interested.​

 

[Velmont]

Opale eys leave the cards or Yurith and turns on the announce.

"Sorry gentlemen, I suppose you won't mind if a lady goes first."

She stares at the announce and than looks around.

"They don't even mention how many they want. Could be two or an army... Well, I am used to travel, and for fight, all depend which type of fight they are talking about, but I have more than a trick in my sleeves."

At that moment, the snakes head show up in the sleeves of Opale.

"No, I'm not talking about you, Naga. Anyone want to go see that James with me?"

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Fimble hops down off his barstool. "If you'll excuse me miss," he bows to Raena and nods to the rest of the table. He walks to the flyer that has just been posted on the wall and takes it in. "Medibaria, eh?" he mutters. Then he turns around with a big grin on his face "Why, that's where my granddad, Fimbus the First, is a hero. I've always wanted to go to Medibaria, I'm in!"

 

[Kaitlin]

Raena sneakily follows Fimble and Opale up to the posted paper. After reading it, she thinks to herself, This is great... I can stay on the move... and get paid for it! She pops up next to Fimbus. He jumps a little, startled, and then smiles at her. "I know exactly where that James guy is, I've been living here for a while. I think an adventure like this needs a couple of representatives from the little people, don't you?" Raena puts her arm in Fimbus and have drags the grinning gnome out the tavern. He smiles and waves helplessly at the people back in the tavern.

 

[Jdvn1]

Anton stands over to look at the new post, "Hm, does not sound too bad." Turning to the others, "I will see you later." And heads out the door.

 

[Kaitlin]

Oops.

 

[azmodean]

A'jardin, dozing at his table, starts awake at the commotion of people investigating the notice. He stretches a bit, mutters something about sleeping in public, and reads the notice. Not particularly specific, is it? Well I suppose I'll find out the complete details from this Armgill fellow. As he says this, A'jardin wanders out the dorr and hurries to catch up with the others who just left.

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Fimble stumbles along behind the halfling muttering, "Ack! What would my grandfather think of me?" He attempts to regain his composure, trips, and is literally dragged by Raena. They go out into the windy night together.

OOG to Kaitlin: Generally speaking, we don't play other's characters. But it's just the tavern.