[Tavern] Tower's Shard '09

[Mal Malenkirk]

The newcomer sees a beardless dwarf in merchant's clothing, lying flat on his back, on a table and staring at the ceiling while making small spitballs with his bread and trying to stick them on the chandelier directly above.

-''Don't touch the ale. It is awful. And if you are looking for a job, prepare for a long wait. There just ain't that many people in need of a beating, these days. *spew* Dang it. Missed again.''

 

[EvolutionKB]

Back in Sharn's Welcome...

The guard nods, "We will have to take someone in for questioning though. To keep up appearances y'know? 'Forged! Come with us!" Turning to Roswyn, "don't worry it'll be fine, we release it soon enough."

And back at The Shard....

After the goliath, several others enter the bar, lastly a halfling elder and a younger halfling behind him. Both are rather dirty. The older halfling's head has a nasty black and blue knot and traces of dried blood. He points to a table, near the dwarf, and they all sit.

[sblock=ooc]I'll leave everybody else to describing themself for Mal. Also, who is carrying the prisoner? They do have a cell for the kobold. We'll deal with that in a moment.[/sblock]

 

[stonegod]

A half-orc almost overburdened by... stuff... waddles into the bar. An intricate, geared crossbow is slung over his overburdened pack, and a well-made iron staff is used for leverage. The half-orc's appearance is otherwise slovenly with greasy hair and watery eyes, a dumb smile on his face. That makes the appearance of the lovingly fashioned but deadly looking canine construct that follows all the more disconcerting.

Tondrek back, 'forgey-forge Brews! Made flour go BOOM! The seemingly simple half-orc giggles to himself and meanders to the table with the others.

 

[EvolutionKB]

The halflings were carrying a chest between them. With a heave, they lift the chest on the table, where it lands with a solid thud. "Once again, thank you for rescuing me. I have something you would find useful I think." The elder halfling reaches into a vest pocket and pulls out a key. Putting the key into the lock, and turning it with an audible click, he hesitates before opening it. "Before I hand out the goods, I have a request. These kobolds have grown from an annoyance, to a credible threat. Our district is in danger of being taken over by them. You saw the buildings around our shop. I fear that they didn't just move out. They were taken as I would have been. Their riches lie with the gang now. If that doesn't inspire you to help, would you stop them for me? For us?"

 

[Mal Malenkirk]

Brenron makes a sudden, involuntary intake of air and almost choke on his bread spitball. He has heard the magic word.

-''*COUGH* Riches!? *COUGH* Did someone say riches?!''

He looks wildly around and spot the halflings. He composes himself and suddenly his red merchant outfit is metamorphosed into a sleek chainmail crafted by the best dwarven smith topped by a flamboyant helmet with a red panache. He bears a mystic staff marked with Kol Korran's rune. He walks with forced calm toward the halflings and adress them with studied detachment.

-''So... I heard you say something, something, kobold, something, riches, something. That was very inspiring. How much riches are you talking about and what can I do to get my hands on some of it?''

 

[EvolutionKB]

The halfling turns to face the beardless dwarf. "A gang of kobolds has taken over the district where my shop lies. I ask of those that are willing," gesturing to those already around him, "to eliminate the threat that they pose. If you wish to join them, it is their choice, not mine."

 

[renau1g]

The door swings open again and a cloaked dark elf walks into the room, his feet falling silently upon the floor, stepping from pad to heel in the traditional drow manner of movement. He carries a pair of small blades and wears a wide-brimmed fashionable hat.

"Sorry for the delay, takes a few moments to tie up my friend. Hmmm....much less busy in here than when we left. A dwarf drinkin' alone? Don't see that everyday...oh wait yes you do" the drow says looking around the bar.

Seeing the older man opening a chest, Tamarand begins edging towards the gathering.

[sblock=Evo]
For Tamarand's treasure list he only has lvl of gold and lvl+2 (which as a lvl 6 item, I'd rather have the gold), so yeah he's all about the Benjamins I mean gold pieces
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[ryryguy]

A pretty gnome follows hot on the heels of the drow. She is breathing a little bit heavily, but her silk robes are completely free of dirt and blood. The crest of House Sivis is emblazoned on her cloak, and a dragonmark peeks out from her bodice.

"Before I hand out the goods, I have a request. These kobolds have grown from an annoyance, to a credible threat. Our district is in danger of being taken over by them. You saw the buildings around our shop. I fear that they didn't just move out. They were taken as I would have been. Their riches lie with the gang now. If that doesn't inspire you to help, would you stop them for me? For us?"

"For you"? We don't even know you! Trying to get out of paying for our services, hmm? Fat chance! But I'll let the others make that point...

Roswyn frowns deeply as the halfling describes the activities of the kobold gang. "Disgusting creatures," she offers. "Scaly rats gnawing away at the foundations of civilization. It will be a great pleasure to bring them down. Ronald, do you know where they took the others?"

 

[Vertexx69]

Rohna eyes the dwarf for a moment. "We'll see how things turn out after we finish this part of our business."

She turns her attention back to the halfling shopkeepers and the chest they had carried into the Shard with them. "So what have you got there Harkin?"

 

[stonegod]

Tondrek scratches his head. Kobolds have lots of neat traps and stuff. I like to look!