[Tavern Thread] The Dunn Wright Inn

Mr.Tinker

Visitor
[sblock=OOC]Scott, where exactly is Heinrich from? Is it the Landadel Baronies? Because if it is, Lyrra might actually understand his native dialect and be able to speak it in turn. I was just wondering.[/sblock]

Lyrra's eyes glaze over as a flurry of activity breaks out after the conclusion of the comedy act. This was far more activity than she could ever have hoped for. Then someone mentions something called the Sithir? Mountains, She had never heard of these Mountains before... "Where are these Sith'er mountains? I don't recognize that name." And finally the man called Heinrich spoke in a language she thought she recognized...
Catching Morgryms attention, he draws what seems to be sulfur match from his backpack. He ignites it and quickily draws a rough map made of smoke in the air. " lass, it's here on the eastern continent of E'n. " and before the map disappears, the alchemist adds a x to mark the capitol " ... and this is where I am from. The magnificent city of precious metals and good craftsmanship, but to get there you need to travel over vast treacherous mountains and wicked underground paths ". Morgrym scratches his head to emphasize his point " I am actually surprised I got here whole "

OOC: I saw the Morgrym/Morrogrim similarity and possible confusion when I was creating her. It was one of the reasons I went with the more proper "Dame" title. :)
OOC: Good thinking :-D


"The Seithr mountains, Lyrra, were my first home. I am no longer welcome there," says Tirgas with some discomfort. "It seems the lad hails from there as well." Nodding in thanks to Dame Morrogrim, Tirgras again turns to Heinrich and Morgrym and says, "Why don't you two come join us at Dame Morrogrim's table? Her food is good and her generosity extraordinary."
When Morgrym hears the proposition of free food he is sold and jumps right out of his seat. He picks up his backpack and finds a chair at Dame Morrogrim's table . With a wolfish grin, he says " Ladies, Gents " before ravenously throwing himself at what ever food on the table, especially the crisps. " aye, the lass is generous indeed " he whispers to Tigras.

Turning to the host Dame Morrogrim, without explanation, he asks bluntly " what do you wish to know ? "

Heinrich nods slowly and sadly, "Ja, like Düster Haus, not to go back there." He movers the Dame M's table, but does not par take of the food yet.
Tirgas gives Heinrich a sympathetic smile and nod. "A fellow exile, then. I somehow doubt that you were compelled to leave this Düster Haus as a result of forswearing all clan allegiances and obligations in a druidic oath, however. If I may ask, what was it that drove you to Venza?"
Taking notice of the conversation, he does not however participate, interested in knowing Heinrich's answer.
 
"Heinrich is it? Your dialect seems familiar to me? It is similar to my own. Do you by chance hail from the Landadel Baronies somewhere?" Lyrra asks Heinrich with a friendly smile on her face.
 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Heinrich notices suddenly that a third(?) inquarry of his past has been made and suddenly shifts to the look of a cornered wild animal. He feels the element of fire with in him wanting to burst out, but he has loong learned to control that urge. He concentrates to calm down, then lets out a very loud, long sigh.

"I am vanted man in home barony. I burn Baron to protect Parents."
 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Heinrich stands and moves to the hearth. The fire perks up until he sits at the stone base, the fire seemingly becomes sulky - much like the wizard's mood. The flames lower to almost the shape of a sad hound sitting at his master's feet.
 

Grayn

Visitor
Dame Morrogrim ignores the attack on her food by the new guests. She intently observes map created in smoke and then shifts her attention to Heinrich. She silently watches him over her glass, her hazel eyes dancing with specks of gold in the candlelight, as she sips wine.
 

Lindeloef

Visitor
Coming back from the bathroom, Robert sees Morgrym moved on to another table (and possible victims for his poker dice skills) and Heinrich glooming at the fire place. Getting two glasses of milk from the bar, Robert goes to Heinrich.

"So Heinrich, back in the bathroom I have seen some dirty limericks written on the walls in the dialect you speak. You wouldn't be the author of it, would you?" smiling, with intend to cheer Heinrichs mood, Robert offers a glass of milk to him "Here drink, it is really good for you and tastes delicious. Prost."


 

Grayn

Visitor
Dame Morrogrim sets her glass down, snatches up her deck of cards and brushes the crumbs off the table while smoothing out the purple table cloth. She drops her gaze at Heinrich and begins to skillfully shuffle the cards. She places three cards face up in front of her, pausing at each to contemplate the image.

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Once the third card is placed, she reviews all three together. With a single, deft movement, she picks up all three cards, turns them over and returns them to the deck.

Setting the deck in front of her, she retrieves her wine glass and sips slowly, while her gaze returns to Heinrich.
 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Hienrich takes the offered glas, his expression softens a little as he returns the salute, "Prost". He draws a long pull of the cold milk, belches and then gets a mischivious look in his eyes as they narrow aand slowly shift towards the direction of the privy.

"Vas any limrick uf Baron Staben von Drei-Spitzen? If still there, ja might haf been me"

*ba ha ha ha ha ha!* His laugh comes as mirthful chuckles!

"Prost, To goot friends!" His toast is directed to all in the tavern.


Once the third card is placed, she reviews all three together. With a single, deft movement, she picks up all three cards, turns them over and returns them to the deck.

Setting the deck in front of her, she retrieves her wine glass and sips slowly, while her gaze returns to Heinrich.
OOC: grayn, what did the cards say?
 

Cyclopean

Visitor
If Tirgas feels guilty for upsetting Heinrich, he does not show it. "Do you suppose I should go apologize?" ​he asks Morgrym.
 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
"yes it still there, also one about 'große Brüste'. Needed some time to figure out what that meant." Robert smirks.
Heinrich sets his glass down, rases his hands cupped over his pectoral muscles and says with a smirk, "Huge tracks uf land!"
 

Grayn

Visitor
OOC: grayn, what did the cards say?
OOC: I don't want to break the RP (because I think it is going pretty good with Morrogrim), so don't look in the box if you don't want to know what the cards read (at least, not be told through an OOC post ;)).

[sblock=OOC] Dame Morrogrim cast the cards for herself to get an idea about Heinrich. The official "meaning" of the cards are below:

The left card represents an important element of the past. Re di Dischi (King of Discs), when reversed: The dark essence of earth behaving as air, such as a diamond: An unyielding businessman, with a gift for identifying weakness and exploiting it for personal gain. One well informed about material affairs, but ignorant of larger, more pressing issues. A blind devotee of business as usual, unconcerned with the unintended results, and contemptuous of new ideas. A person full of greed and avarice, easily corrupted by luxury or the temptations of the flesh.

The middle card represents a deciding element of the present. Mato (The Fool): Fearlessness, imagination, open-mindedness, and an adventurous spirit. Freedom from cares and worries. Ideas, thoughts, and impulses coming from a completely unexpected place. Nonchalance at the threshold of gaining all or losing all. Extravagance and intoxication with life. The pure and undifferentiated power of creation itself, where ultimate knowledge and oblivion are unified.

The right card represents a critical element of the future. Cavaliere di Spade (Knight of Swords), when reversed: The dark essence of air behaving as fire, such as a tornado: A merciless and skillful warrior, unfettered by emotion or conscience. A nihilist who can refuse not even the most insurmountable of challenges. A person who inspires fear and hate through their domineering nature and the power of their presence. Speaking without tact or tolerance, in a sarcastic manner. May portend the swift initiation or conclusion of conflict, through the calamitous invocation of force.

[sblock=Morrogrim's Interpretation] Dame Morrogrim reads that this person is someone that acted without fully understanding the effects of his actions or the bigger picture of the situation. He's enjoying his new freedom and trying to "live life to the fullest". But, future situations are going to make him dangerous (whether as an ally or foe is not clear) and care should be taken in during future interactions. Whether any or all of her readings are true is unknown.[/sblock]

If you are curious, I use this site for Dame Morrogrim's readings. [/sblock]

If you didn't look and are still curious, I would recommend asking Dame Morrogrim herself. I am sure she has something to say about the subject. :cool:
 

Cyclopean

Visitor
Tirgas notices Dame Sienna's tarot cards for the first time. "What, exactly, are those for?" he asks intently. It seems that Heinrich's reaction ill reaction to questioning has only made him more curious, to the point where he doesn't even wait for Morgrym's response.
 

Grayn

Visitor
"They are my preferred tools of my trade, Tirgas. They are used for looking beyond the veil and provide counsel to those that seek it. Unfortunately, they are rarely exact." Dame Morrogrim explains. "Is there something you would like to know?"
 
After sipping on his drink for a few minutes, Ellamin wanders over to the crowd, watching quietly as he takes the measure of all assembled.
 

Cyclopean

Visitor
"Many things," says Tirgas, grinning. After spending a few moments with his brow furrowed in thought, his face once again assumes a serene expression. "Could you tell me if I am acting in accordance with the will of my god?"
 

GlassEye

Community Supporter
Elenka Danyllova, Summoner

An unescorted young woman enters the Dunn Wright Inn. At first glance one would think her in her teens but a second would clarify that that impression was given by her height, at just under five feet tall, and that she is probably some few years over twenty. She carries herself with confidence which adds to her natural beauty: long auburn hair, green eyes, and pale skin only slightly marred by the sun. Her clothing is well made and decorated with a tasteful amount of excess that accentuates her attractiveness. The only jarring piece of the ensemble is the blackened steel terbutje that hangs from a sword harness at her waist. The jagged blade almost scrapes the floor.

She pauses a moment as the door swings shut and scans the interior to see if any of her friends are present. Not seeing anyone that she knows well she makes her way to the bar, greeting acquaintances and those she knows by sight but not by name with a nod and a friendly smile. At the bar she orders a bottle of wine and when it arrives with a glass she peers into the glass obviously wondering if it is one that Grog has cleaned or if one of the other staff performed the task.

Grog watches scowling then asks, "Where da tree-trunk?"

"Dealing with matters elsewhere," the girl replies.

Grog turns away to help another customer and the young woman turns to again survey the common room, this time for an empty seat.


• • • Elenka Danyllova • • •
 

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