[Tavern Thread] The Dunn Wright Inn

[Systole]

Daylily Falshenaya, Elf Barbarian

A strange caterwauling drifts through the air, causing several of the patrons to wince and mutter. A moment later, the door latch rattles, and then the door bursts open. Stumbling inside is what appears to be a large goblin before a second glance reveals it as a short, filthy, and well-muscled elf. He seems almost to be screaming, but after a moment, the noise resolves itself into something that might possibly pass as music, if one were utterly tone deaf. He continues singing as he makes his way to the bar, his rancid body odor preceding him.

[sblock=Elvish]There was a fair lass named Zuzu
She lived deep, deep, deep in the vale
She lived high, high, high on the ledge
I brought her a hammer
I brought her a wedge
An' taught her to naaaaaaaaail!

Bang away my Zuzu!
Bang away good and strong
Bang away my Zuzu!
Bang away good and strong

Make it all echo through the dark wood
'Cause I've hammered and hammered for many a year
Pounding them far
An' pounding them near
An' take it from me that no one but Zuzu
bangs away half so good![/sblock]He looks blearily around, then wanders over to the bar. "Many drinkings! You givings me the good rotgut! Three bottle, yes? I have many stupid yellow metals to giving for drinkings." He plunks himself on a stool, and as the tiefling barmaid fetches his order while attempting to breathe as little as possible near him, the drunken elf rambles on. "Does you ... does you knowing that they gives yellows metal for killing tall spider and big prisoner fish and seaweed salad? Which is twice stupid. Because first, the village peoples cannot even killing their own problems. And then the help-gift is yellows metal, which is much insult because every Jiragan is knowing that yellows metal is only for good to be sling bullets. But then ... but then, the fats merchant, they trade strong magics for the yellows metal! You peoples is all so much stupids! A-hahahahaha!" He throws his head back and bellows a laugh at the undeniable stupidity of civilized people.

 

[soulnova]

"Healing is a good choice for shopping anyway" she nods at him and pays no mind as Mika finishes the turkey quicker than many would think is healthy. She licks her paws and cleans her face, just to finish laying down at Galandra's feet purring. "I got a new falchion with some magic on it... and for the bow, well... I got these bracers, they are supposed to help me aim better." She shows him her arms.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Sylla looks under her table with an irritated expression. "Stop that," she says. A moment later she growl, "All right. What?"

"Him," comes a whisper from under the table.

"Who?" Her eyes fall on Kaedyn. "That one? He's sitting at a table, minding his own business."

"Yeah, him! Boss, we gotta go!"

Sylla sighs and gets to her feet. "I'll never understand this aversion to paladins that you have." She walks over to the door, then holds it open so a black wolf with crimson eyes can streak outside, then sighs and leaves after him.

"That's him, thats the shadow wolf." whispers Vincenzo hoarsely as the wolf and Sylla slink out the door.

A strange caterwauling drifts through the air, causing several of the patrons to wince and mutter. A moment later, the door latch rattles, and then the door bursts open. Stumbling inside is what appears to be a large goblin before a second glance reveals it as a short, filthy, and well-muscled elf. He seems almost to be screaming, but after a moment, the noise resolves itself into something that might possibly pass as music, if one were utterly tone deaf. He continues singing as he makes his way to the bar, his rancid body odor preceding him.
.. .. .. .. ..
He looks blearily around, then wanders over to the bar. "Many drinkings! You givings me the good rotgut! Three bottle, yes? I have many stupid yellow metals to giving for drinkings." He plunks himself on a stool, and as the tiefling barmaid fetches his order while attempting to breathe as little as possible near him, the drunken elf rambles on. "Does you ... does you knowing that they gives yellows metal for killing tall spider and big prisoner fish and seaweed salad? Which is twice stupid. Because first, the village peoples cannot even killing their own problems. And then the help-gift is yellows metal, which is much insult because every Jiragan is knowing that yellows metal is only for good to be sling bullets. But then ... but then, the fats merchant, they trade strong magics for the yellows metal! You peoples is all so much stupids! A-hahahahaha!" He throws his head back and bellows a laugh at the undeniable stupidity of civilized people.

*hack* *gag *choak* *sneeze*
"Oh no, that smell .. .. .. .. .." Vincenzo wordlessly moves to a far table with his chicken dinner.

 

[kinem]

Menik, elf wizard 5

After immersing himself for days in the study of the new and somewhat more powerful magics he has only recently been able to comprehend, Menik heads to the Inn for some relaxation and company. The Inn seems very busy this afternoon, with many new faces. He buys a mead at the bar, and looking around, sees a few of his recent companions.

"Hey there, Mika. You too, Galandra, Amien. What's new? I've been making progress in my studies recently, but an elf needs a drink now and then."

 

[WindCrystal]

Amien's nose twitches and snorts in an agreement with Vincezno murmurs around the table mates, "Every man for himself." and gets up to go with Vincezno to find a new spot. Unwittingly this brings him past the scary Paladin's table, and at a risk for making eye contact. Saving face, he quickly flashes a quick smile in hopes that seems polite enough.

 

[jbear]

Maui accepts Vincenzo's offer of more food. He was quite accustomed to copying whatever anyone else ordered as no one had ever heard of the things he asked for and he had long since given up trying. He almost chokes on frog leg he was sucking when Vincenzo whispers that Sylla and her talking wolf were behind him. He stiffens and slowly and looks around all too obviously, but by then they are both long gone. "Not te nice trick, Handsome Blade" he coments tossing the frog bone to the plate. The second time he chokes is when Galandra arrives with her leopard carring saddlebags. Outraged he spouts something about "How is te noble cat hunting when he is carrying te bags like te servant? The following tirade is in his own obscure island language and is impossible to follow, but the sharp tone makes it clearer he is using some fairly base language. When Handsome blade flees Daylilly's smell, still irate, the jungle warrior also gets up to sit with his friend, chewing his food savagely and eyeing up the miserable figure of Mika with barely contained fury.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

[section]

Kalinn pushes open the door of the Dunn Wright and enters wearily. There's a slightly . . . hunted . . . look on her strong features as she glances warily around the room. Her eyes settle on Aradra, and after a brief flash of sadness the hunted look settles into one of iron determination. She strides boldly up to the Ranger, bowing slightly to Shadow as she passes. "My friend, I have no words to express my shame at my actions. I'm truly sorry for the hurt I caused. I have velka hapean, a debt of honor, and will do my best to fulfill it."​

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[sblock=Mini Stats]
Kalinn Ari

Current Block
Initiative: +03
AC: 25 (12 Touch, 22 Flat-Footed)
HP: 139/139
CMB: +14 CMD: 26
Fort: +13 Reflex: +09 Will: +09

Standard Block
Initiative: +03
AC: 27 (14 Touch, 24 Flat-Footed)
HP: 127/127
CMB: +12 CMD: 26
Fort: +09 Reflex: +07 Will: +07

Rage Block
Initiative: +03
AC: 25 (12 Touch, 22 Flat-Footed)
HP: 160/160
CMB: +14 CMD: 26
Fort: +12 Reflex: +07 Will: +09

Rage Block (Hafísbíta in Hand)
Initiative: +3
AC: 25 (12 Touch, 22 Flat-Footed)
HP: 155/155
CMB: +13 CMD: 25
Fort: +11 Reflex: +06 Will: +08

Fatigue Block
Initiative: +2
AC: 26 (13 Touch, 24 Flat-Footed)
HP: 127/127
CMB: +11 CMD: 24
Fort: +09 Reflex: +06 Will: +07

Senses: DarkVision
Perception: +10, Sense Motive: +0

Special: Rage (Remaining Rounds: 16/16)
Special: Spirit Totem (+9/1d4+2)
Special: Claws (Remaining Rounds: 05/05)

Current Weapon in Hand: Hafísbíta

Hafísbíta Powers Available
Special: Boon: Shield (Remaining Points: 10/10)
Special: Boon: Healing Surge
Special: Boon: Cure Light Wounds (Remaining: 03/03)
Special: Boon: Heroism (Remaining: 01/01)
Special: Boon: Gallant Inspiration (Remaining: 01/01)

Spells Available

• Level 0: Unlimited
• Level 1: 7/7 per Day
• Level 2: 6/6 per Day
• Level 3: 3/3 per Day

Level 0: Acid Splash, Disrupt Undead, Jolt, Haunted Fey Aspect, Mending, Prestidigitation, Ray of Frost
Level 1: Ear Piercing Scream, Magic Missile, Protection from Evil, Shield
Level 2: Frigid Touch, Protection from Evil (Communal), Resist Energy
Level 3: Fly, Haste
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[Aura]

=== Charity, Human Female ===


A young woman opens the doors to the Inn, and a surprised expression crosses her face immediately, "Goddess... so many people tonight!" Dressed in traveler's garb and armed with a simple dagger, she steps carefully to avoid bumping into anyone on her way to the bar.

Calling the barkeep over to her, Charity asks, "I know it's been a while since the first time I was here, but... what happened?"

Marla smiles and shrugs, "Maybe the stars lined up. I couldn't tell ya. Having a drink?" Coins and a drink exchange places, and Charity looks out across the bar, confronted by nearly a dozen new faces...

 

[perrinmiller]

~ At Kaedyn's Table ~

The paladin of Helerion meets the warrior's (Amien's) eyes and gives him a slight nod of greeting. The one that professionals give each other when they are not actually going to speak and mince trivial pleasantries like some silver-tongued courtier.

He returns to eating his meal.

 

[jackslate45]

Aradra Longstrider, Ranger 11

During the commotion of so many people coming into the Inn all at the same time, no one seemed to notice that the scarred man was back. He had taken a table near the entrance, and seemed to blend in to the wall when the others came in. However, Aradra's longest living friend can smell the man from a mile away, and Kalinn knows him almost as well as Shadow at this point. It didn't take long for her to find the soldier.

Shadow stands up, teeth bared at Kalinn as she approaches, but Aradra says in a quiet whisper "Down boy". The wolf pauses long enough to shoot a look back at Aradra before settling back down, hiding underneath the table again. The eyes of the wolf never leave the teifling, as though it doesn't trust her.

Aradra, however, looks into Kalinn's eyes and says in a low voice so others would not hear, "I don't blame you. You were not yourself, you owe me nothing. Don't blame yourself. You forget I am made of stronger stuff than most people think; a giant mouth failed to bite me in half; I fail to see how your sword would be able to kill me. " Aradra cracks a smile at this, but immediately turns back to be serious "But, if anything, we learned that killing a controller does not actually free the controlled. That is the lesson we need to take from that, more than anything."