Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[Vlastos]

Vlastos kicks backs from the table and approaches the Warforged and Eladrin, mumbling the words for a light spell on the inside of his mouth as he does so that great bursts of light will exude outward from his mouth when he speaks and his cheeks will glow when he doesn't:

Gentlemen; illuminous ones, he says as the light streams out onto the potential patrons. I am Vlastos, Vlastos the Wizard, retriever of Skalek's Skull, and I am at your service if my service can be of use in your current situation. Kruk here is uh well known to me and a mighty warrior. I trust his judgement in associates for surely a group of which he is a part has already found some success. Let me then join in as well, and let us together right whatever terrible wrong has occurred.

Ahem, and uh how much again does the job pay?

Vlastos, then pauses to wait for a reply, ending the light spell as he does, but while he waits he casts ghost sound and whispers out of the corner of his mouth to great Skalisss across the room, Not this time, friend, I've got business with Kruk. If I don't get selected here, I'll probably go study - yeah, right. Trevor's right, he isn't a true wizard but a versatile slayer, nonetheless - To The Glory! he adds in draconic.

 

[renau1g]

A loud bang announces the arrival of a new patron to the tavern.

The door fails to open, a scraping sound as if two wooden objects are being dragged along each other, issues forth from the far side of the door.

With great anticipation the door swings inwards and in walks a curious looking bald man sporting a well kept moustache and goatee. He wears a well tailored cloak with a ridiculously oversized collar. Under this is supple leather armour of intricate design.

The scythe shaped oaken staff he carries bangs loudly again as the wooden blade catches on the door mantle, causing him to stumble and fall in a heap of flailing arms and legs.

Dusting himself off, the man regains his composure and stands proudly.

“Well met strangers, I am Janus Reinhardt and I am looking for some brave souls to help me find adventure.”

"Welcome and well met good sir. Come over and have a drink with Murphy, we'll see if we can find some way to satisfy that thirst for adventure. In the meantime, perhaps grab an ale to quench your other thirst" the human says, gesturing to an empty spot at his table.

 

[Don Incognito]

[sblock=OOC]looks like that's five! i'll start the thread today and we can get underway[/sblock]

 

[balth]

[sblock=Plans]So, what is the Official Plan here? With myself, Rabbit, and Kruk, we have two spots left. Namely, leader and controller. Mr. Gand seems a little fixated on Les, so I think it's safe to say she's in. That fills the leader spot.

For the controller spot, it would seem we have three options: Vlastos (an actual controller, but hasn't been to the boards in a couple days apparently), Murphy (a ranged striker, would be our 2nd warlock - next best thing to a wizard), or Larinza (not a controller at all really, but 2 warlords is made of awesome ). Making it look something like this:

Eladrin & Warforged:
Defender: Raiyek, Elf Paladin
Striker: Rabbit, Dwarf Warlock
Controller: Vlastos/Murphy/Larinza ...
Leader: Les, Githyanki Warlord <= right?
Wildcard: Kruk, Dwarf Fighter

I honestly don't know which I prefer, so I'm glad that it's not up to me [/sblock]

[sblock=plans] Could always substitute a controller with another striker *grin* (I'm always picked last for baseball!!!! *cries* heh) [/sblock]

Balth watches Raiyek mockingly buff his armor, and offers a patch of his burnt cloak, but then mockingly gets sad when he realizes it won't do much. With a mischevous glint in his eye, he responds to the other's query. "I shall use my earnings to continue traveling. Injustice lies everywhere, and my friend Torm always believed in helping those in need."

When asked about a wench by Les, he responds with a wicked smile, "Aye, I could do so. But I prefer a real seamstress' touch. Besides, I'd be too tempted to tickle a saucy wench and then she'd never get her work done!"

If offered a mug of ale by Kruk, he politely declines.

He watches the two groups slowly forming, and the table of new arrivals.

 

[JoeNotCharles]

"Hmm, tricky. Just a moment..." Seven Rabbit mutters under his breath with an abstracted expression, and then suddenly beams. "Yes! 44 years works out just fine! That puts is in a nice tripartite balance with respect to the positions of all major constellations except for the Jaguar's Eye, which is not dominant right now in any case!" He turns to the employers and announces, "Yes, sir, I can vouch for all of these people. A fine group. Now... what exactly is your offer?"

[sblock="OOC"]
Hello, new arrivals! Once these two groups are finalized, I'll be starting yet another adventure, so sit tight...
[/sblock]

 

[changer]

"Welcome and well met good sir. Come over and have a drink with Murphy, we'll see if we can find some way to satisfy that thirst for adventure. In the meantime, perhaps grab an ale to quench your other thirst" the human says, gesturing to an empty spot at his table.

Janus bows deeply to Murphy, the top of his scythe staff narrowly missing a passing bar wench.
"Thank you for your invitation, good sir. I will join you presently but first, (Sauntering over to the bar) Barkeep some... err, snail please."
The barkeep looks at the strange wizard quizzically. Janus noticing the look...
"Err...perhaps some......... Ale? Good sir?"
With His purchase complete Janus walks somewhat calmly over to Murphy’s table and sits down, promptly sloshing ale over himself and his new acquaintance as his staff catches on the table leg.
"Oh Fairy Legs and Buzzard Ears, sorry about that, wait I've got just the spell."
Janus casts Prestidigitation to clean up his mess and flashes Murphy a reassuring smile.

 

[Vlastos]

OOC: Iggy (can I call you that?): I'm a little unclear, am I the fifth? If not, then Vlastos returns to the bar and orders 3 shots of the house special. But, if so, then the following occurs:

Vlastos' ears perk up when he hears the dwarf who isn't Kruk make his celestial prognostication:

What, he shouts at the warlock! Now wait just a god damn minute, seer! You've clearly neglected to account for Nergal's Fingers, which will apply in perfect quincunx to the Eye at 6:37pm on the morrow. That means that 44 years is exactly short by 1 month, 2 days, 4 hours, and 27 minutes; i.e. THE EYE MADE MALEFIC BY THE FINGERS IS DOMINANT!

Now I'm no expert on loose "foreign" interpretive strategies, he continues even more loudly and starting to shake, but the hallowed system of the renowned Orange Hierophant, Daunton's own, His Ancient Holiness, Great Ibn Jortuur, more than insists on precision in aspectual matters and therefore suggests instead that our group is in for a terrible struggle!

Have you not mastered the Old Allarian sages, he screams furiously less than 2 inches from the dwarf's face?

Of course there are alternative scriptures, especially among heretics and "boneheads" - and let us not bicker about orbs as that is my implement - but here in Daunton it is surely wise to account for this elder eldritch. You had better take this perspective under consideration in the negotiations - more gold for sure and maybe some up front!

Now as for myself, I was born under the "Hand"of Nergal trine Cadi's Busom in perfect inner stellium to the Lidless Star - praise be to Zagreus - and so I am simply invigorated by the impending phenomenan. Yet, invigoration is not protection, so I must insist: beware, the Fingers applying in quincunx to the Eye spells doom, doom for us all!

Thank the gods we have a Paladin with us!

The young wizard, foaming, then rubs his face vigorously and then slaps his bald head sharply three times with alternating hands before bursting into raucus laughter.

It's party time, he expands finally with a grin to the others as he whacks the warlock hard on the back!

 

[JoeNotCharles]

Seven Rabbit blinks.

 

[renau1g]

Janus bows deeply to Murphy, the top of his scythe staff narrowly missing a passing bar wench.
"Thank you for your invitation, good sir. I will join you presently but first, (Sauntering over to the bar) Barkeep some... err, snail please."
The barkeep looks at the strange wizard quizzically. Janus noticing the look...
"Err...perhaps some......... Ale? Good sir?"
With His purchase complete Janus walks somewhat calmly over to Murphy’s table and sits down, promptly sloshing ale over himself and his new acquaintance as his staff catches on the table leg.
"Oh Fairy Legs and Buzzard Ears, sorry about that, wait I've got just the spell."
Janus casts Prestidigitation to clean up his mess and flashes Murphy a reassuring smile.

"Well met good sir, you appear to be quite out of sorts, is there something troubling you? I've not seen your face here before, have you just put in to town?" Murphy asks, seeming to ignore the ale and leans forward with interest as he awaits the answers.

While he awaits a response, Murphy orders some food for himself, his stomach quite empty after that trouble on the boat. The barmaids smile at the human as they pass, quite used to Murphy's presence and he tips kindly.

 

[Vlastos]

Vlastos then turns to the Gith - you gonna drink those, missy, or sculpt a pond, he asks wryly, pointing to her three, untouched beers, which are rapidly losing their head, and which instantly chill at the gesture?

But of course, we're preparing for battle. Kruk's a drunken sot when he's not a murdering savage, and he likes to spread his good fortune. Best damn company I know, well, 'cept for harlots. Perhaps I'd better have one of these beers to ease your burden. Burp.