[Tavern] Tower's Shard 2010

[KarinsDad]

Lowering his voice, Grys responds to Jarren "I am not yet at liberty to discuss the name of the patron, but I will say that we will be meeting tomorrow with a citizen of New Cyre for this job and we will find out more details then. I suspect that I might have gotten this notice due to my former work for House Deneith. I have a reputation for getting a job done efficiently and effectively.

I do know, however, that New Cyre is still trying to establish itself. Many Brelish do not like there being a Cyrian government within the borders of Breland and there is a lot of political infighting, especially at the parliamentary level. But to speculate as to this job, well, ... that would be premature.

If anyone here has a strong anti-Cyrian attitude held over from the war, I would suggest that you not come along. If you join up, we will need to work together well as a team and animosity towards those that hire us wouldn't bode well for a successful mission. Are any of you interested in this job?"

 

[Luinnar]

"I am not the patron, merely the contact to the patron. I have no idea what the job might entail. I will find that out tomorrow as will you if you join up. Come, let us sit at your table to discuss this." Grys says.

Grys motions to the other Eladrin. "Come, join us."

"My name is Grys Valaera, formerly of House Deneith. I am a Fire Mage. I throw fire at my foes and sometimes set them on fire. If any of you are squeamish about that, well..." Grys shrugs. "To me, it is no different than putting a sword or an arrow through their guts. I can also blast foes with arcane force." Grys says.

"I did not really catch any of your names. Sorry, I was just not paying attention. Who are you and what skills do you bring to an endeavor?" Grys says.

I am Mythra Stelwart, summoner of the High Tower in Thelanis; former apprentice of the late Arch Summoner Aramil. Mythra says giving a little bow. I believe the powers under my command could be of use to you. They are not as flashy as fire magic, but nevertheless effective.

A white cat walks in through the door.

Where where you? Mythra demands.

Meow.

Useless..return! Mythra says and opens a pocket in his robes, the cat jumps in, seemingly turning into a white mist on it's way.

 

[Mezegis]

What’s done is done, I watch out for my own skin and those I chose to travel with. If I get hired to do something others disagree with… well… do you blame the arrow, or the archer that fired it. Not saying I don’t have morals, but what colors are being flown matters little to me. Comments Ryda with a sigh. Politics, oy, she thinks to herself, why must everyone segregate themselves. People are people, and everyone just wants to wake up tomorrow.

 

[evilbob]

"My name is Susan," says Unit 16, plainly. "I keep others from harm." Judging from the warforged's battle scars and giant shield which has yet to leave his arm the entire time he's been in the tavern, this seems like a pretty accurate description. "I am ambivalent toward New Cyre. Similar to my friend, I am finished fighting under banners.

I am curious also to know more about the particulars, but I can wait until tomorrow. Do you know what the compensation will be for services rendered?"

 

[KarinsDad]

"Susan? What an unusual name? How long have you had that name?" Grys asks.

"As for the amount of compensation, I only know that compensation will be forthcoming. Presumably assuming that we complete the task." Grys replies.


Turning to Ryda, Grys says "That is my feeling as well. When I was with House Deneith, I was paid to protect individuals regardless of who they were or who they were affiliated with. I am not totally mercenary, but I am loyal to those whom I make contract with."

 

[evilbob]

"Two months."

 

[modest]

A well worked halfling enters the tavern. He is dressed moderately, his clothing simple and meant for work but of a higher than average quality. A brown leather vest covers that, and dagger hangs from his belt. A pack hangs off one hip with the strap going across the opposite shoulder.

His eyes quickly scan the room, and with a half smile he slowly approached the bar. He takes off his hat as he does so, revealing a head of dark brown hair with a tuft of white.

[sblock=Dalvach]You know this man, though it seems he hasn't spotted you. Melkin Giadan is of House Jorasco and an old contact of yours from when he was stationed in the north.[/sblock]

A gentle, almost imperceptible, warming breeze flutters somewhere near Dalvachs nose. He notices the halflings approach to the bar and recognizes the style of hat and low slung pack on his hip. "Hm..could it be? Here?" Dalvach mutters to himself. "Excuse me, my friends" he says to Nyar, Daegaul and Baern. Dalvach approaches the bar cautiously, squinting his eyes. One hand is on his hammer, dragging it along the floor. The other hand is tucked into his belt. "You've got a lot of nerve showing yourself in these parts, Melkin Giadan," Dalvach says with a stone-on-stone growl. He waits only a few seconds for the halfling to turn around. "Hahaha! You old dog, Melkin! How have ye been lad?! Your mind still as sharp as your blades?" Dalvach embraces Melkin in a great bear hug, lifting the halfling a few inches off the ground. "Come! Sit with me and my friends! We are just about to enjoy a new round of ales!"

 

[ScorpiusRisk]

"Hmmm. . ." mutters the halfling as his hand reaches for his dagger. His face goes from confusion to delight as Dalvach is revealed quickly lifting the hafling off the ground.

"Ooof. Oy you." Givng the dwarf a bit of a shoulder butt. "Put me down and I'll drink wherever you want me to, I swear."

He calls for more ale as he's guided to the group. "These who you running with now? Seems a different group I'd say. Melkin Giadan, House Jorasco."

 

[modest]

"Hmmm. . ." mutters the halfling as his hand reaches for his dagger. His face goes from confusion to delight as Dalvach is revealed quickly lifting the hafling off the ground.

"Ooof. Oy you." Givng the dwarf a bit of a shoulder butt. "Put me down and I'll drink wherever you want me to, I swear."

He calls for more ale as he's guided to the group. "These who you running with now? Seems a different group I'd say. Melkin Giadan, House Jorasco."

"Ha! 'Tis great to see ye again lad, seems like only yesterday we were chasing the Godd'en Goil monsters from our doorstep!" Dalvach pulses with nostalgia and a twinge of grief runs through his heart. "Aye, these are my newest, yet still oldest, group of comrades! May I introduce Nyar Harbor," Dalvach lifts his glass of ale, "mage renowned and a righteous soul. Here we have Daegaul Useurhy," again Dalvach raises the mug of ale and at the same time sends a mental nudge into the front of Daegaul's mind. "Daegaul is..a specialist of sorts, I've never met anyone quite like him. Now..we had another member with us but she seems to have been far too busy chasing down a white cat." Dalvach shivers and makes a 'yechh' sound. "This fine fellow we've only just met, though I feel as if I know him from the mountain itself," Dalvach indicates Baern with a quick head bow and tip of his hat. "Now, tell me old friend, have ye come seeking me or have ye come to heal that which is sick?"

 

[ScorpiusRisk]

"Come lookin' fer you now? You'll have to excuse me but I missed the dispatch announcing you're grand arrival." Melkin says with a laugh, as the ale arrives he takes a healthy swig.

"I have some House business that may or may not be something you're interested in taking up." He says a bit more seriously.