Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[SeaPainter]

The hinges on the door creak angrily, as the portal slowly opens. A cloaked & hooded figure enters the tavern... only to shake his head, and quickly exit.

Moments later, the figure reenters the tavern. He is obviously out of place, his clothes are expensive (like, probably cost more than this building expensive)... the cloak looks like a custom, designer job, tailored to look like something a streetperson would wear.

It is easy notice his face blanche, since the hood of his designer cloak fails to conceal his human features. He stands in the doorway for a full minute, indecisively assessing the room. With a nod, he readjusts his clothing revealing the glint of a ruby (the size of a minotaur's thumbnail) on his finger... and he makes a beeline for the bartender.

He signals the barkeep, and seems to engage his attention with coin. They have a conversation, several times during which the bartender gestures around the room at its occupants. Finally, the apparently wealthy interloper slides more coin across the bar, and goes to sit at an unoccupied table at the back of the tavern. Moments later, a barmaid brings 2 pitchers, 1 karafe, several "clean" mugs and a steaming platter of breads & finger-meats to his table, where he sits & waits with obvious discomfort...

 

[Oni]

Magnus's eyes slowly tracked the well dressed stranger's passage across the room as the dwarf's finger once more traced it's circling path in his wake.

While the man spoke with the bartender Magnus muttered to himself.

This one?

The shaggy dwarf paused as if listening for some reply, before finally nodding as if in understanding.

Yes...maybe so.

Magnus watched the out of place man for a little while longer before finally getting up with a grunt. He stumped across the room toward the table in the rear, thumping and jingling as he went. With a wave of his hand a chair drew back from the table with a screech and he sat down with nary but a grunt and a sigh. Paying no mind to the finely dressed fellow he made a spiraling motion with one grubby finger as a wispy hand materialized and picked up the carafe. As the decanter poured a measure into one of the mugs Magnus reached over the the platter and helped himself, locking eyes with well adorned man as he did. He studied the man as he slowly chewed the liberated meat before finally speaking.

Waiting for someone?

Magnus leaned a little closer.

Me too.....I just don't know who yet. Hehehe.

Seeming pleased with himself he leaned back, taking another bite he continued to look the man straight in the eye.

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Hope Magnus doesn't scare off a potential employer. ><

http://www.enworld.org/wiki/index.php/L4W:PC:Magnus_Madiron_(Oni)

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[hafrogman]

Tristan's curiosity eventually gets the better of him as the door opens once, and then twice to admit new adventure seekers. He watches each new arrival with quiet interest, quirking an eyebrow at Ash's boisterous entrance, and chuckling slightly at the Haruka's reaction the bar's "best".

When the door opens yet again, he finally turns around to watch the room, and watches as nobody enters. He frowns slightly at the seeming interruption until the door reopens and admits its strange visitor. Originally paying only half a mind to the latest arrival, his attention sharpens somewhat when the man fails to introduce himself. Tristan wasn't aware that the enforced ritual was optional. Apparently money can buy many things. His eyes follow the man about the room, but he stays seated at the bar.

As the mad dwarf makes his way to the man's table, he smiles a little to himself. Perhaps their is a price to be paid for keeping secrets. The curious will find you.

 

[TwoHeadsBarking]

Haruka glances over at the newcomer as the dwarf approaches him.

“Interesting,” she ponders. “Anyone so open with their coin may be worth watching. Even if he’s willing to put up with that one’s company.”

“No,” she corrects herself as she sips her tea, “Especially is he’s willing to put up with that one.”

 

[SeaPainter]

He is visibly disturbed (and, quite possibly, nauseated) by the disheveled dwarf's approach, and his eyes turn to the bartender... who gives a slight nod in confirmation, before returning to his cleaning of a mug.

"So you're one of those adventuresome-types?", he asks with a nervous hitch in his throat. It isn't hard to tell that he's a hair's breath from bolting...

[sblock=Magnus]make an Arcana check, if you please[/sblock]

 

[PierceSG]

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Moments later, the figure reenters the tavern. He is obviously out of place, his clothes are expensive (like, probably cost more than this building expensive)... the cloak looks like a custom, designer job, tailored to look like something a streetperson would wear.

It is easy notice his face blanche, since the hood of his designer cloak fails to conceal his human features. He stands in the doorway for a full minute, indecisively assessing the room. With a nod, he readjusts his clothing revealing the glint of a ruby (the size of a minotaur's thumbnail) on his finger... and he makes a beeline for the bartender.

He signals the barkeep, and seems to engage his attention with coin. They have a conversation, several times during which the bartender gestures around the room at its occupants. Finally, the apparently wealthy interloper slides more coin across the bar, and goes to sit at an unoccupied table at the back of the tavern. Moments later, a barmaid brings 2 pitchers, 1 karafe, several "clean" mugs and a steaming platter of breads & finger-meats to his table, where he sits & waits with obvious discomfort...

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"Potential employer it seems, a generous one too from the look of it." Ashurn then starts juggling more of those shurikens and flurry of movements, sending all of them towards the centre of the dartboard!

With a smirk on his face, "Hope this draws his attention."

 

[Oni]

Ignoring the question for the moment Magnus leaned in closer than he had before, close enough to bring the smell of sweat and damp earth that clung to him across the table. Finally breaking his steady gaze he glanced around the room as though about to share some monumental secret and spoke in a low voice.

Don't show any fear...they can smell it, you know.

He nodded sharply once as if to punctuate his advice and then leaned back again dragging the mug he'd filled with him. The wine drippled down his beard as he took a huge swig. With a sigh of satisfaction he wiped his arm across his mouth before finally addressing the original question.

Better to find adventure before it finds you. Gives you the element of surprise, he said, nodding knowingly.

Bad things happen when you let it sneak up on you...

With that thought he looked over his own shoulder, just to make sure...


[sblock=SeaPainter]

Here you go.

Arcana (1d20+9=13)

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[SeaPainter]

[sblock=Magnus]A voice speaks to you in the back of your mind, "The rring... the Ring! It is the work of your long dead master, Dorian, commisioned by... w-who? ...or is it whom? I can't recall."[/sblock]

The potential benefactor seems to be looking around the room, as if he's trying to find Security to escort the strange dwarf away... apparently he has had enough of the foul smell & demented disposition.

Then the odorous arcanist has his moment of lucidity, and the man suddenly finds himself reconsidering Magnus... (but is it with suspicion or respect?)

"Yes... yes. Quite right. Quite right, my good... err, Man? It does not do to fall victim to surprise... no, it does not do. Do you have associates who share your philosophy?". After a short pause he introduces himself (without making that automatic gesture to shake hands) "Oh, forgive my manners. My name is Regin... uh, Reggie."

 

[ukingsken]

Dont waste your time with this filthy dwarf. Are you in need of some sort of assistance or have ye merely come to disturb a veterans ale?

Vashik stirs from the constant stream of ale for the first time in what feels like eternity.

 

[Oni]

Magnus started to rise from his seat.

Who're you calling..., his voice trailed off as something else caught his attention. The dwarf's heavy brow furrowed intensely as he stared down at Reggie, or rather Reggie's hand.

Where did you get that?

Having seemingly forgotten about the spindly old man at the bar Magnus gazed at the well appointed fellow before him, his grey eyes taking on a previously unseen sharpness.

That! That ring...

The terrible focus seemed to dissapate and he sank back into his seat. When he spoke again his voice seemed far away.

Reminds me of someone I once knew. Who was it...who for...