Tavern Tales Chapter #1: The Forgotten Forge

[DralonXitz]

"Really, eh? Interesting. On behalf of the silver flame? A warforged? Huh. So what is it? Are you here to seek out more helpless lycanthropes, to kill them? Or is the Silver Flame finally trying to take over Sharn? You say that's all your faith will allow you to say, does that mean there's somebody else of your faith here watching you?"
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Hammer's menacing glares focuses even deeper on the reporter, his annoyance of the man's repeated questions growing and growing. But Hammer shakes them off, knowing what anger leads to in the end.

"Ignore him...don't think about him...the Church wants it's members calm, honest, just ignore him...", the Warforged keeps repeating in his mind.

Hammer looks away from him and closes his eyes as the rain flows down his Mythril Plated body.

 

[Ashy]

Litlow stops quickly glances behind him towards the lady and sneaks a peek at the warforged as well. Scratches his head looking foward to where he was headed, "I am going to be late for dinner, anywho, should I help the lady? If I do, I might get into more trouble. But then again, Tyrina is always saying for me to do something. But.. the I might be in this rain more and catch a cold. Ahhh, well."

Making an abrupt turn walks toward the lady addressing him all the while trying to look around her to glance at the warforge, "What are you looking for? An Inn to get yourself out of the rain? Are you a new student? Or are you looking for some place in particular? I might be able to help you, if it doesn't take long. Tyrina does worry, you know." Litlow shakes his head smiling, "Actually you wouldn't know, since you have never met her. What can I do for you this evening?" Litlow looks up and sneaks another look at the warforge, "Oh yeah, where are my manners, my name is Litlow. And you are?"

Snow-in-Dusk mentally listens as hard as she can for the soft voice inside her, but the Traveler is silent, as is often the case. Her alabaster brow furrows for a moment and a slight look of worry crosses her features as she replies. "Honestly, I know not what I seek, unless it be the sight of the sun setting over a new horizon each eve. I only know that I am so very weary and have come a long way..." She lets her words trail off into unspoken silence as she remembers her home. The shifter reaches out her furry hand, palm open and smiles, trying hard not to let her pointed canines scare the gnome. "I am called Snow-in-Dusk and I guess an inn would be the best for me. Much thanks, sire."

 

[shouit]

"The sire is unnecessary. Name is Litlow as I mentioned before," casually looks at the warforged again as he extends his hand to Snow and shakes her hand very vigorously. Looking up he notices the glint of her fangs off the nearby street light, "Are those real fangs? No offense but you are not going to bite me with them, are you? I hope not, for then I cannot show you where the nearest inn is. I can get you to an inn really quick and you can get food there. Don't bite anyone there, Nellie is a really nice halfling. Hmmmmm... the closes inn, why that would be Nellie's Inn and Kitchen. Good food, very good food." Litlow eye's gloss over a bit and looks down, "Lamb chops. Boy, am I hungry. I will take her to the Inn and then hurry home. With any luck I won't be bit. Tyrina would be very upset if that happened. Oh well, time for a small adventure." He jumps up a bit and claps his hands together. "Let's go!" he explains loadly so that everyone in the garden can hear.

 

[DralonXitz]

Upon hearing the loud outburst, Hammer turns around and sees the short little man, with someone next to him. The shadows were tightly trapping her out of Hammer's view, but he knew there was something there. Something dangerous...

Ignoring the annoying reporter, Hammer turns his body towards the gnome and slowly walks over to him, the moon shining off his Mythril plating as he clanks through the wet garden.

 

[jasamcarl]

Upon hearing the loud outburst, Hammer turns around and sees the short little man, with someone next to him. The shadows were tightly trapping her out of Hammer's view, but he knew there was something there. Something dangerous...

Ignoring the annoying reporter, Hammer turns his body towards the gnome and slowly walks over to him, the moon shining off his Mythril plating as he clanks through the wet garden.

ooc: I'll give you one more day to get 'aquainted' before I step in.

 

[DralonXitz]

OOC: When you say get aquainted, are you referring to the PC's getting to know each other, or are you noting something wrong with the way I am playing my Warforged. Just asking, since you quoted my post.

 

[Macbeth]

Ignoring the annoying reporter, Hammer turns his body towards the gnome and slowly walks over to him, the moon shining off his Mythril plating as he clanks through the wet garden.

Roger follows the Warforged:

"Hey, wait a minute, you didn't answer my questions! At least tellm your name."

 

[Ashy]

"The sire is unnecessary. Name is Litlow as I mentioned before," casually looks at the warforged again as he extends his hand to Snow and shakes her hand very vigorously. Looking up he notices the glint of her fangs off the nearby street light, "Are those real fangs? No offense but you are not going to bite me with them, are you? I hope not, for then I cannot show you where the nearest inn is. I can get you to an inn really quick and you can get food there. Don't bite anyone there, Nellie is a really nice halfling. Hmmmmm... the closes inn, why that would be Nellie's Inn and Kitchen. Good food, very good food." Litlow eye's gloss over a bit and looks down, "Lamb chops. Boy, am I hungry. I will take her to the Inn and then hurry home. With any luck I won't be bit. Tyrina would be very upset if that happened. Oh well, time for a small adventure." He jumps up a bit and claps his hands together. "Let's go!" he explains loadly so that everyone in the garden can hear.

Snow-in-Dusk's smile vanishes instantly from her lips but remains in her pale eyes, "No Litlow, I would never bite you. Only prey is bitten and you seem not like prey." The slight shifter licks her chops hungrily. "Mmmmm, lamb chops - sounds wonderous. I am ready when you are, Litlow."

It is only then that the normally sharp-eared shifter hears the heavy clanking of metal feet upon the cobbles, and her hackles raise - a low growl begins deep in her chest and rambles up her throat like a pack of starving dogs closing in on the kill. She looks up from the gnome's face and sees a massive metal monstrosity headed their way...

(OOC: Is the symbol of the Silver Flame visible on Hammer's body? If so, Snow's reaction is going to be drastically different to the warforged...)

 

[DralonXitz]

As he slowly walks through the garden, his eyes glare upon the shadowy figure, his symbol of the Silver Flame embedded upon his chest almost glowing in the moonlight. But there is something different about this Warforged than most others, a look of kindness, a willingness to help.

As he reaches his destination, he softly nods to the mysterious female and softly speaks, "Hello miss. I am Hammer, how are you doing tonight?"

 

[Ashy]

Snow-in-Dusk's eyes widen as the warforged steps fully into view and the symbol of the Silver Flame is clearly seen emblazoned upon its mithril-laden body. While she has never personally seen one, well known to her are the tales of the horrific persecution of her own pack and kind at the hands of the faithful of the Silver Flame. Backing slowly away from the warforged, the shifter holds her hands before her, palms outward, as if to shield herself from contact with this thing.

"F-f-f-fine be I, so long as you leave me b-b-b-e..." she stammers, trying to sound brave and fierce, but failing miserably.