Tavern Tales Chapter #1: The Forgotten Forge

[jasamcarl]

Dolom and his guards gently the lift the dead man's corpse off the ground, while another moves to pick up the fallen warforged's wrist in an attempt to drag its metallic form away from the crime scene. The guard is still enthralled in this endevor as our heroes move away from the bridge.

The newly formed party walks briskly through the wet night air over the stone edifices that suspend homes, gardens, and businesses of every type. Circular staircases lead them down into slightly less splended areas of the city. The stars in the sky give way to the somewhat menacing mass of towers, and the walkways and skybridges display generally less signs of life, even given the late hour. Signs on doors advertising the presence of scribes, lamp lighters, weapon and armor smiths, and an endless range of other more specific crafts. For those in anyway familiar with ways of cities, it would become immediatly clear that this was a magewright burough.

ooc: I'll allow shouit to describe Litlow's dwellings. Maybe a day of rp, and then we'll move on.

 

[shouit]

Litlow comes the door of a shop, Longbrow's Longwinded Labotories. Litlow looks at the group, "She has kinda a weird sense of humor. Be prepared. But she is really cool." He grabs the door knob and a feint green glow gives off the door as Litlow opens it. Lights come on as he enters. The shop is cluttered with many items of all different natures. Handbags and slings hang on the same peg with large round shield with a likeness of what appears to be a badger. Other strange things all around. "This is our shop. Well, actually it is her shop. But, I work here, so, it kinda feels like it is my shop too." He leads the party through the shop carefully moving things that are in the way. "You big folks may need to duck a bit to get into the living quarters, hope that isn't a problem." He shakes his head, "You should have mentioned it before, Litlow, that was kinda stupid. Anyways, here we are." He motions to a small door behind the dusty counter with a large rock is prodiminately on displayed in a glass case. "I will go get her and make sure it is all okay."

 

[Ashy]

fallen warforged's wrist...

OOC: DOH! Something tells me we should have checked that out!

 

[Ashy]

Litlow comes the door of a shop, Longbrow's Longwinded Labotories. Litlow looks at the group, "She has kinda a weird sense of humor. Be prepared. But she is really cool." He grabs the door knob and a feint green glow gives off the door as Litlow opens it. Lights come on as he enters. The shop is cluttered with many items of all different natures. Handbags and slings hang on the same peg with large round shield with a likeness of what appears to be a badger. Other strange things all around. "This is our shop. Well, actually it is her shop. But, I work here, so, it kinda feels like it is my shop too." He leads the party through the shop carefully moving things that are in the way. "You big folks may need to duck a bit to get into the living quarters, hope that isn't a problem." He shakes his head, "You should have mentioned it before, Litlow, that was kinda stupid. Anyways, here we are." He motions to a small door behind the dusty counter with a large rock is prodiminately on displayed in a glass case. "I will go get her and make sure it is all okay."

Snow-in-Dusk ducks slightly as she enters into Litlow's home and shop. A smile breaks across her features like sun on a rippling river as she looks around the room. "Oh, my, Litlow... This is beautiful... So perfectly - homey..." The shifter now stands inside something she has never known: a home - both in the sense of a structure with four walls and quaint belongings as well as in the sense of a place where you can return to and see those who care for you.

She is, quite simply, taken aback...

 

[Macbeth]

Reg looks about, planning out an emergency escape route, just in case. As it becomes apparent that Litlow may not be the only one here, Reg suddenly puts on a genuinely pleasent seeming expression.

Reg lloks about the room absentmindedly, still trying to look very pleasent and sociable, so as not to offend Litlow's wife. Reg won't touch anything, just look around, noting whatever strikes him as interesting.

 

[jasamcarl]

ooc shouit: did you want me to rp Tyrina or did you have something specific in mind?

 

[shouit]

ooc-> you may RP her. FYI, not known IC yet, but she isn't Litlow's wife, but his adopted mother. Also note, Litlow is a gnome teenager. THat is to give everyone an idea on how/why he behaves as he does.

 

[shouit]

Litlow goes to the little door in the back, and knocks. Raising his voice to be heard through the door. "Tyrina, I brought some friends here. They need a place to sleep. We witnessed a murder. And I got to beat up a warforged. And the watch came and then someone told us to meet someone at a bar. It was all exciting. I had an adventure."

 

[jasamcarl]

Litlow goes to the little door in the back, and knocks. Raising his voice to be heard through the door. "Tyrina, I brought some friends here. They need a place to sleep. We witnessed a murder. And I got to beat up a warforged. And the watch came and then someone told us to meet someone at a bar. It was all exciting. I had an adventure."

A tired sounding murmur seeps through the door, "That's nice, Litlow.." a yawn, "I'm glad you made friends...just don't make a mess.." Then she falls silent.

 

[Ashy]

The shifter's eyes widen a bit and she looks around herself, as if self-conscience that she might already be making too much noise... "Litlow", she whispers, "is there some place herein where we can go and talk...without waking folk?"