[Tavern Thread] The Dunn Wright Inn

This is the official Living Pathfinder Tavern Thread, for the Social Group "Living Pathfinder". This is the RP area while we get the actual setting going, so interactions aplenty if you please. OOC comments in Sblocks, and questions or anything else should be posted to the social group.

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Otherwise, let's get underway with some RP!

Communal NPCs

If you wish to RP in the tavern and your characters are out adventuring, you may do so with an NPC. Generally this should be to welcome new characters and provide someone to interact with during slow periods, etc. You may create your own NPC, generally either a patron or a staff member or use one of the communal NPCs provided below.

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Role: Barmaid
Personality: Marla is friendly, but assertive, she does not take rudeness lightly and gives as good as she gets. She is very guarded, and self conscious about her fiendish heritage with a habit of unconsciously pulling her hair up to cover her small horns.
Speech Color: Red unless a PC is currently using it.

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The Dunn Wright Inn is a large enough building that it has been known to house the entire crews of several ships in the same night. Both the rowdy sailors that make up the crews, and the more expensive tastes of captains and their passengers, are catered to by the Inn with a massive lower house and tavern for the crews, and a more luxurious upper house for more refined tastes. The original intent was to capitalize on large gatherings, with the added bonus of a variety of clientele under the same roof. A collection of private meeting rooms exists, where wealthy and not-so-wealthy could meet for... arrangements. Naturally this involved adventurers.

The Common Room of the Lower House (called that for two reasons) is always abustle with activity, especially now. A water taxi filled with crew from one of the ships had pulled up to the waterside doorway, while other crowds had come in from the cityside doors.

The bar tender tonight was a young woman, technically, but not a lady. She had a leather jerkin on like a caravan guard, with bare arms tattoo'd like a sailor herself. Her hair was shorn close, like a boy, except for some strands that hung down over her forehead. She was human, and seemed nice enough talking to a retired husk of a sailor, and a massive armored giant of a half-orc with his nose in the dregs of a stein.

The Common Room itself has a number of middle-room tables for six, but also massive long tables with benches along the walls. There is a very wide stair case on one side, heading up to the Common Inn Rooms and beyond them to the meeting rooms (especially with wealthier types); to get to the richer areas you'd have to pay hefty sums for a room there, or be invited by someone already there.
 
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fireinthedust

Explorer
Orin walked into the bar. Not hard enough to comment, of course, or to knock his wide-brimmed hat further down over his eyes.

He lifted his hand from out his grey robe and twirled his finger before mumbling something unintelligible through a bushy white beard. He pointed at one of the massive kegs behind the bar, his hand trembling. The bartender stiffly swivelled, took up a stein, moved to the Keg's Bung hole and poured out fermented amber. Orin motioned her over and, as the stein plopped down in front of him, he opened his fingers to release the handful of coppers he owed whilst the bartender pretended to wake from a powerful enchantment. The interaction had all the magic of an uncle finding a coin in a child's ear, maybe less, but Orin chuckled into his stein with insufferable self-contentment.

As others around him sniffed he air, he paused from his drink. That's just me. Spices, components... bat guano. Never leaving home without it again.
 

HolyMan

Thy wounds are healed!
Markus, human male

Markus had been staring into his drink for close to an hour, and wondering if he was doing the right thing for the hundreth time.

When the old man in the large hat walked in he came out of his stupor with a shake of his head. It was already decided this was his life now and he was going to make the most of it, no looking back again.

He raised his mug to his lips and then spit out the ale slowly. Warm and flat he had been sitting here awhile.

"Barkeep another!" he bellows fishing for some coins. *sniff sniff* "What's that?" he says out loud.

Upon hearing the old man's reply he smiles and says, "Ah, and I guess to you I smell like raw leather and sharpening oil. Ha Ha! Well met, I am Guards... um. My name is Markus." he says as if hearing it for the first time himself.
 

fireinthedust

Explorer
Orin, Male Human(?) Wizard

Orin nods, using his best "I'm listening" face, raises his glass to Markus, the Half-orc, and the old sailor (who looks far older than Orin himself, if that's possible; certainly the worse for wear), then drinks.

I try not to smell anyone I don't have to, so your secret's safe with me. I am called Orin, the Wandering Wizard, Old Mage Bones, and the great Sage of Cups... that last one comes with a limerick, but I can't for the life of me remember how it goes. Not for polite company, mind you, my life story; then again, it's why I come to this place. You seem nice enough, what's your excuse?
 

fireinthedust

Explorer
Orin takes a deep sip of his ale. His eyes dart about the room looking at all the people in it, and wondering where they come from. He tries to get a good sense of who the man speaking to him is: closer look at his clothes, spotting traces of tell tale dirt or dried sea salt to see if he came by land or see; for particular patches of worn cloth on his elbows to show him a scholar, or on his knees or shoulders to show him a labourer; the way he holds his drink, if he's a drinker or a feather weight; in short he is attempting to discern using simple evidence who this man is.
 

Songdragon

Villager
A small figure, you guess might be three feet tall enters the establishment from the landside door. She has her silvery hair is loose about her head. She has a light colored complexion and a steely gaze that looks over those present within the inn. She wears a well tended set of scale armor that shines. She wears a tabard black with silver quarter moon on upon it, trimmed in silver. A simple but silver gleaming quarter moon hangs form a silver chain about her neck She carriers an open faced helm under her left arm. She smiles and will nod in a friendly fashion to anyone who makes eye contact.

The gnome makes her way over to the bar and places her helm upon her pack that she places in front of the stool and bar. She then makes the effort to get into the seat and then moves herself upright and when the bartender is available asks,"Good day to you. A mug of ale and some roast beast with bread and cheese, if you have it, please?"

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Walking Dad

Villager
Ta-Am-Ath

A big bald man enters. He has the physique of a warrior, but he wears no armor over his tanned skin. His dark green eyes show the devotion of a priest, but he bears no holy symbol. He looks around, uncertain if he should say anything. After deciding not to do it he moves to a corner table, moving with his staff, but clearly not needing it to move. As he sits down, you can see his collection of exotic weapons, the most familiar a kind of longsword, but on an unusual design.
 

GlassEye

Community Supporter
Orlando Furioso 'Fury'

A young man enters the Dunn Wright. Clad in brown leather and bearing a sword on one hip and a sickle on the other he walks with all the compact grace and confidence of duelist. As he walks to the bar his eyes scan the room: he acknowledges the bald foreign man in the corner, dismisses the old fellow with barely a glance, sizes up the human warrior assessing the threat of the man, but his eyes linger longest on the attractive female gnome sitting at the bar. He sits at an open stool next to her and taps the bar with index and middle finger. "Wine."
 

InVinoVeritas

Villager
The water taxi arrives, with a number of new patrons. Among the group is a half-orc. His skin and eyes nearly golden in color, he is striking and uncharacteristically attractive in appearance. Long, well-kept hair hangs obediently behind him. His face bears a couple scars, and his outfit is simple, nearly perfunctory. He carries a large axe on his back. As others file around him, reaching the bar to place their orders, he does not. He merely stands in the middle of the room, staring off into space, seeming somewhat bemused and surprised as to his whereabouts.

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jkason

Villager
Nathan Tchanlach, Human Sorcerer

A young man walks in next. He's a bit unkempt. His beard not quite trimmed, his hair not quite neat, and his clothing generally rumpled and smudged with a stain or two. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, he cuts a striking figure: broad shoulders, square jaw, bright eyes that survey the room. Then a winning smile as he chooses to announce himself.

"Don't worry about me, folks," he says. "Just looking for a little relaxation, maybe a little gold if the right job comes around. Names Nathan. Who wants to buy me a drink for making it here from my speck of a village in the middle of nowhere?"
 

Songdragon

Villager
The gnome turns about in her stool and looks over at Nathan, her left brow raised questioningly. She shrugs her shoulders and calls to the man and motions to a bar stool at her side, "Come, sit and enjoy a drink." She motions to the bartender, "Whatever he wishes."

If the man approaches she introduces herself, "I am Zelena Andu."
 

jkason

Villager
Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer

The gnome turns about in her stool and looks over at Nathan, her left brow raised questioningly. She shrugs her shoulders and calls to the man and motions to a bar stool at her side, "Come, sit and enjoy a drink." She motions to the bartender, "Whatever he wishes."

If the man approaches she introduces herself, "I am Zelena Andu."
The young man's smile broadens as the gnome offers him a seat and a drink. "Well met, Zelena. And many thanks. All that travel makes for a dry throat. What's good here?"
 

GlassEye

Community Supporter
Orlando Furioso 'Fury'

Orlando picks up the wine placed in front of him by the bartender and takes a sip. He swivels on his stool so that he looks out into the taproom and he leans back so that his elbows rest on the bar; his wine is held loosely in one hand. The golden-bronzed half-orc catches his eye momentarily but Orlando shakes his head briefly and with a snort of disdain. "Eel-weed addicts," he scoffs.

He laughs a little when that fellow, Nathan he said his name was, asks the room for a drink and is even more surprised when the gnome next to him takes the fellow's request seriously and orders him a drink.

"The wine," interrupts Orlando. "It's too watered here," he says with a glare towards the bartender. "But it's hard to beat wine from the hill country." He nods a greeting at the man and gnome, "I'm Fury."
 
Elros The Ranger

A woodsman walks into the tavern, deeply tanned skin and a thick beard just covering his slightly pointed ears, he wears dirty leather armor, with a powerful bow across his back and a dagger at his waist.

"Good Evening, Ale, please." the half-elf says "Just got back from hunting, hard to find any game around here, get scared off really easily, have to go FAR out before you can find anything worth bagging." he says in a scruffy voice.
 

InVinoVeritas

Villager
The golden half-orc breaks his reverie and turns to look at the half-elf woodsman.

"Pity about the hunting. What prey are you searching for?" he asks, his voice flowing smoothly, deeply, like springtime sap.
 
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"I mainly go out on requests, I am a tanner by trade, so when a client asks for a specific fur that I do not have, then I go out and find that creature, otherwise I set traps for larger creatures such as bear, that give a tough fight. What do you do?" Elros asks of the half-orc
 

Songdragon

Villager
Zelene looks to Nathan and replies, "I do not honestly know what is or is not good. I arrived a short time before you."

The gnome lifts her mug of ale with both hands and raises it slightly in a salute to Fury, "Pleasure."

Nods a greeting to the half-elven hunter.
 

jkason

Villager
Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer

"The wine," interrupts Orlando. "It's too watered here," he says with a glare towards the bartender. "But it's hard to beat wine from the hill country." He nods a greeting at the man and gnome, "I'm Fury."
Nathan cocks his head to one side, considering. "Suppose anything that makes a man named after anger seem tranquil is a good spirit," he says, nodding to the barkeep that he'll have some wine, himself. When the glass arrives, he raises it, saying, "Well met, Fury."

Zelene looks to Nathan and replies, "I do not honestly know what is or is not good. I arrived a short time before you."
"Ah. Well, then to a fellow traveler," Nathan says, raising his glass to Zelene, then turns to witness the exchange between the half-orc and the woodsman.
 

InVinoVeritas

Villager
The half-orc considers the question for a moment, eyes glazing over before returning to Elros. "Good question. Most of the time, I simply do whatever I feel is needed. But I have just recently become interested in the collection of essences. Every being has an essence, a grumlak, an aspect of body, mind, and spirit separate from the soul. It defines us, gives us form. By understanding the essences of others, one can redefine oneself. In this way, I, too, am a hunter."

He smiles openly, his tusks protruding as he does so. "I am Kanli. Would you like a drink?"
 

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