[Tavern Thread] The Dunn Wright Inn

[Blood and Honor]

Excepting the half-orcs invitation of joining him at the bar, he grabs his ale and meal then moves to the seat he indicated.

"Thank you for the invitation." The man raises his ale in a toast to the half-orc. "My name is Mathias. What would yours be?" He gestures to the small group around him.

 

[Songdragon]

The gnome sips at her cooled wine and answers the monk, "Nothing as of yet Yo, but then, we just got back. Take it easy, relax a little. I am sure an adventure will come when an adventure comes."

She looks over to Mathias, "Nice to meet you. I am Zelena Adu, a Priestess of Ral. What brings you to Venza and the Dunn Wright?"

 

[IronWolf]

Fulgrim Ironforge (Dwaven Barbarian 2)

The door to the Inn swings open, light from the outside spilling in. A dour, shaved head dwarf walks in - he reeks. His leather breeches appear to still be wet from something, the blade of his axe is still stained with the ichor of some foul beast and his beard damp from wet.

He walks confidently up to the bar and plops down heavily on a bar stool, "Marla, my dear - could ye bring me da strongest ale ye got? I needs me a drink. Fulgrim motions. Be needin' a room with a bath after that I s'pose to git this smell of rot and decay offa' me.

 

[deisenhut]

Yoshiki Akita (Human Monk 3)

His nose wrinkling from the smell, Yo calls out across the tavern in a friendly tone, the ale helping to remove some of his normally reserved personality, "Dear dwarf, dare I ask what kind of foul beast you slew? A swamp monster of some kind?"

 

[Songdragon]

Zelena coughs at the stench from the dwarf and at his comments jumps off her chair, "Oh, please... let me." At the dwarf's side the small gnomish woman mumbles a few arcane words and with a touch, the dwarf is clean and his smell rightly purified. Those around the barbarian might pick up a hint of lavender. She smiles, "There you are my good dwarf and merry meet to you. I am Zelena Adu, a Priestess of Ral."

(( Zelena cast Prestidigitation ))

 

[IronWolf]

Fulgrim turns to answer the call from the man across the tavern, asking of what brought him in such a state. About to answer he notices the small gnomish woman draw near, mumbling a few words and then Fulgrim felt clean, his clothes dry, the stench he had grown somewhat used to gone. He ran a thick hand through his beard, noting it was no longer damp and his trinkets woven in capturing the beard as they should.

"Thank you Zelena Adu! Saves me much time 'stead of havin' to head upstairs fer a bath." Fulgrim replies. "Pleasure to meet ye." he says extending a hand.

"Not sure I'ma lavenderish type, but better than dat rot!" he says with a broad smile. "The name is Fulgrim Ironforge."

Fulgrim then looks back to the man that spoke earlier "Ye got room at dat table fer me and the Princess 'ere if I bring some mugs of ale with me? Then I can tell ye the tale of what's under some of dese houses 'ere!"

 

[perrinmiller]

Borric Hawkins, Male Human Fighter

Borric kicks the door open to the Dunn Wright Inn as his hands are full, causing it to crash all the way around into the wall on its hinges. Many of the patrons look up and see a familiar figure that has been there before.

"Oy! The mageslayer has returned! And look what we fookin' brought back!"

The tall, muscular man with tanned skin and black hair is wearing some black, finely crafted platemail with a matching steel shield slung over his back. The breast plate is adorned with a hideous skull painted on it. He is bristling with weapons, chakrams, hammers, flails, longbow, and a guisarme; a walking arsenal.

But his appearance is not watch catches people's attention. Everyone's eyes are drawn to an old pike his is carrying, with a severed head of a wolf-fiendish looking beast fixed on the point, the tip just poking through the top.

Spying the gnome, Zelena, he clanks his way over. He is in good cheer and greets her, "Hey lass, how's tricks?"

"I was expecting to see Fury and Syl come here, but maybe the Goblin Toaster is still shopping down by Arcane Row. We decided to wait a bit before hitting the brothels."

He waves for Trixie to bring him some ale, a whole pitcher.

OOC: Knowledge the Planes DC10 to identify.

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 23 (26 with shield, 24 flat-footed, 13 Touch)
HP: 43 Current: 43
CMB: +7 CMD: 20 (22 vs. Trip/Disarm) Fort: +6 Reflex: +3 Will: +2 (+3 vs. Fear) +5 CMD for enlarged
Conditions in Effect: none

Current Weapon in Hand: Skrom's head on a pike
Chakram: 2/2 MWK & 6/6 Cold Iron remaining
Light Hammers: 2/2 remaining[/sblock]___________________________

Borric Hawkins

 

[Gerald007]

Sylvain, 4th level witch

A booming voice from outside the establishment can be heard, before the door moved at all.

"Make way for the Goblin Toaster, the Skorm Scorcher, the Friend to the Vermin, the witch you all know and love..."

With his announcement being made, Syl burst forth to what he expected was a standing ovation. Instead, he was greeted with a overwhelming amount of disinterest. Noticing that Borric had already beaten him into the Inn with the head of Skrom displayed prominently on a pole. He walked over to his friend, nodding toward the gnome bard that he hadn't seen in a bit. "You really know how to steal someone's thunder," he grumbled toward the warrior. "Howdy, Zelena, how are tricks? Have you been well.?" Waltor skitters out and bows a greeting toward his gnomish friend.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Vincenzo speaking to Fulgrim Iron forge

Before the door closes a human male walks in, his once decent clothing quite soiled with gore, mud and something that looks like it belongs in a grave yard walks in, bring in a rather ghoulish oder with him. "I need a room a bath a place to burn these cloths and a new set purchased by a runner while I bathe, please. " he says to the nearest Garsone. As the witch and the pike bearer who stand before him move in further, he spots Fulgrim.

"Fulgrim! I see you got here first. Uh, How did you get cleaned up so fast? "

 

[Songdragon]

The gnome nods to Fulgrim and shrugs about the lavender, "Consider it a personal touch."

Just as she is about to head back the door crashes in and the gnome reaches for her axe and then relaxes as she sees who it is, "Merry meet Borric, As brash as ever I see. And for the sake of the gods, do get that... thing... out of here, people in here." (( knowledge planes 1d20+6=22 ))

The the great booming voice and Syl enters and the gnome places her hands on her hips and stares at Borric, "You! You have not been a good influence on the man." She turns her gaze to Syl, "Good to see you well. It is a shame you have followed in the steps of that one." she motions to Borric.

Zelena then kneels not paying attention to the human behind Syl and holds out her hand for the wee scorpion, "Merry meet Waltor!" She moves over to an empty table and sets Waltor down and then she casts her daily speak with animals and chats with the familiar about his latest adventures.