[Tavern Thread] The Dunn Wright Inn

[perrinmiller]

A man in somewhat fancier clothes than the average adventure is following a group of adventures towards the door. He is wearing a finely cut black coat with grey trim the hangs to mid thigh and has longer tails on the back. He has graying hair visible from underneath a matching top hat of shiny gray. The man also sports a large mustache with the points waxed to curl upwards. He is armed, a whip and rapier on his belt that can just be seen though the opening of his coat.

He stops by to say a few words to Trixie and hands her a some gold coins.

Barton Ringling is not too sure about some of the ones he has found, but adding one more to the gaggle will not cost him anything additional as he is paying them all as a group.

"Are you looking for a job miss?" he asks the muscular woman (Dal) that is carrying a ranseur around.

[Sblock=Recruitment]I am giving my two AWOL players some time, but one already reached 7 days. So if you want in, nersxe, go ahead and read this thread here: The Ringling Affair

If both post then I will just take 7 if you want in. Or you can wait for a smaller group to get started. Up to you.[/Sblock]

 

[nersxe]

"Mm?" Dal turns to the man, moving her ranseur to the other side of her head so she can speak with him properly. "Sure, always am. Fair wages for fair work, of course. What's on your mind?"

OOC: So, now do I go post in the adventure thread? And if so, how do I introduce myself? I'm new to this, so I'm not sure of the exact protocol.

 

[perrinmiller]

Barton Ringling takes a lone low and says quietly, "Some of these adventurer types are not always so reliable. They tend to wander off before the job is finished and it can be inconvenient. I need some strong and reliable people to help escort me to pick up a delivery and take it to my home."

The man precedes Dal out of the Tavern and into the street to join the others.

 

[jbear]

Before the door sings closed a knotted hand, marked with tribal tattoos comes down upon it with a thud, sharp nails digging into the wood like claws. An incongruous figure, attached to the hand paces into the bar, his movements like the spotted hunting feline that pads in behind him. A number of things strike a dissonant chord with this man, so obviously coiled with violence. Firstly the broad grin that is smeared across his face as his yellow eyes look about the inn with pleasure, incisors sharper than usual, nostrils flaring as he takes in the mix of dubious cooking, pungent socks and sweaty pits like a man who walked into a cloud or aromatic nostalgia. Secondly his apparel was an awkward mix of crudely patched exotic furs, tattered and stained from arduous travails in the most nefarious of locations and recently bought vestments with intricately detailed woven animal patterns and a forest green cloak to match that still smelled of new. He moved with purpose to the bar whilst his feline companion made straight for the fire place. "Te Brown Water for Maui and te Buffalo Milk for te King... what do you mean you still have no Buffalo Milk ..."

Maui lvl 6 Druid and Taniwha his cheetah companion enter the inn, ready to go.

 

[jackslate45]

After the tattooed man enters, the door opens, and another odd pair walk in. The first to walk in is a giant wolf, who's nostrils sniff the air, before heading over towards the bar. The wolf has an odd necklace around it's neck, with a bolt of lightning at the clasp. The wolf lays down next to an empty seat, clearly an indication for the other person who walked in.

The man who walked in smiles at the wolf, and walks over to the bar, removing his helmet as he goes. A long scar runs across his eye, deep enough that it is a small miracle that the eye is still there. His blond hair seems to be somewhat clean, as though it had been washed somewhat recently. No apparent armor is seen, but a small clinking can be heard as the man walks up to the bar, moves out the stool the wolf was lying in front of, and sits down. A quiver for arrows is seen, but no bow or arrows seem to produce from it.

Pulling out some coin, the man says to Grog "The usual beer is fine. Oh, and an order of those frog legs. I didn't have time to eat them last time."

Looking over at the wild looking one, the new arrival gives him a nod of hello and asks "Haven't seen you here. You new?"

 

[WindCrystal]

A blonde man, whose more normal adventuring attire contrasts with the cultured history visually present of the tribal warrior and his feral companion follows soon after, enough that he only needed to catch the door as it slowly drifted back to its closed state. After heading over to the bar, Amien collapses in one of the seats next to Maui, releasing some tension in his body, "Whew! That last mission really took it out of me that time." Then noticing the odd orders that Maui makes, and feels obligated to reply, "There are many kinds of 'brown water'... Some you really don't want to be caught drinking." He then lifts his expression, "Like a puddle of mud or something like that." He then proceeds to help out with the order, "A beer for this fellow beside me please. Grain is fine. I myself will fancy a mead."

 

[jbear]

The jungle warrior places the mug of ale on the bench and chokes back the rest of his swallow in his haste to reply to Aradra's question, ignoring the frothy moustache that is left behind on his top lip. "Not new. I am Maui. You are looking like you have not been in te Hall in te long time." Maui's attention quickly centres on Grog who actually seems to be setting in motion the order of frog's leg's for the scarred ranger. He calls out as the half orc heads to the kitchens, "You have te leg of te frog but no Buffalo Milk? Maui is going to build his own Hall in front of here and sell te Buffalo Milk!" He then mutters as he glares at his ale, "Maui does not even like te Brown Water... it does taste like te mud." Maui eyes the wolf that has sat down nearby suspiciously. "Your wolf... what does he drink?"

 

[jackslate45]

The man pauses to think, and instead looks down to the wolf beside him. "You want anything boy? Water? Milk?" The wolf shows no interest in either suggestion, and instead just starts to snore quietly, so the man shrugs. Looking back at Maui the man continues with says "Well met Maui. Name's Aradra, the wolf's Shadow. Normally he drinks water, but he drank alot when we got back into town. Probably wants to sleep, but I wanted to get something to eat before taking a nap upstairs. Haven't really slept on a bed for a while now. Hard to tell when they days blur by; You never know what day it is."

With raised eyebrow Aradra looks at the newcomer sitting next to Maui before asking the pair of them "Rough job?" At this point, Grog returns with the frog legs, and the man proceeds to eat them slowly, as the legs are still warm. While he continues starts to eat, Aradra looks up at the two, hoping to hear more from the pair.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Before the door is halfway closed, a well dressed human of dark hair and well tanned skin color walks in. an ivory handled rapier of excellent make is at his side.

"Maui! Amien! hello!

Maui, do they have the buffalo milk for Taniwa?"

 

[jbear]

Maui visibly relaxes when Aradra assures him that his wolf drinks water. "Thank te Spirit! Te water is good. Maui met te Angry Devil with te Talking Dog who drinks te Brown Water ..." Maui shudders. "Not te good experiment."

When Aradra asks about the difficulty of the last job the wild druid shifts in his seat slightly uncomfortably. He nods his dread locked head. "Rough" he agrees. "There was much punching us in te face and kicking us in te balls. Te slavers even kicked Taniwha in te head. Maui has never seen te stars up so close."

When the well dressed nobleman walks into the inn Maui grins once more, forgetting his recent beating at the hands of the half orc slavers. "Ah! Handsome Blade! (They were punching him in te face too). No ... no milk. Only te legs of te frogs." His belly rumbles. "Maui will have te frogs legs too, please. And water for te King" Maui says turning to Grog who receives his order with a snort of disdain.