[Tavern] Tower's Shard 2010
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A rather short half-elf strides into the bar. He has short cropped dark hair on a scarred face. His grey eyes scan the room a moment before resting on the rules of the bar. Thalin, he says in compliance with the rules before heading to the bar. He is wearing a common grey shirt, and the familiar shink of chainmail can be heard beneath it as he walks. A small and battered shield rests along his back, proped against his backpack. On one hip a longsword rests, easily in reach, and on the other hip, a drum. His brown pants end in soft soled high boots.
Ariving at the bar, he drops some coin on the table, catching one that rolled away from the pile. An ale for me, he requests, and turning to the bar, And one for anyone who has ever stood against someone with barred steel, and knew that one of you would not be walking away!
Taking two of the mugs that the barkeep offers, he raises one up, To those who live on! he calls out before downing the mug in one long gulp, and taking the other mug, he slowly poors it into the bars runoff trough, he adds in a much more solemn tone, And to those friends who've fallen.
His minor "ritual" complete, he nods in appreciation to any who accepted his offer of drink, or who joined in his tribute.
[sblock=OOC]Thalin, Half-elven bard of 4th level at your service![/sblock]
Ariving at the bar, he drops some coin on the table, catching one that rolled away from the pile. An ale for me, he requests, and turning to the bar, And one for anyone who has ever stood against someone with barred steel, and knew that one of you would not be walking away!
Taking two of the mugs that the barkeep offers, he raises one up, To those who live on! he calls out before downing the mug in one long gulp, and taking the other mug, he slowly poors it into the bars runoff trough, he adds in a much more solemn tone, And to those friends who've fallen.
His minor "ritual" complete, he nods in appreciation to any who accepted his offer of drink, or who joined in his tribute.
[sblock=OOC]Thalin, Half-elven bard of 4th level at your service![/sblock]
evilbob
Adventurer
"Yes!" Gark says to the half-elf, with an air of someone who is extremely eager but at the same time trying to not appear too eager. At the moment, he is failing. "I've been looking for you for some time... I have ...questions." His eyes scan the room as he leans in closer to speak more softly. "Perhaps we can speak outside?"
After the newcomer's display, Gark rolls his eyes and mutters, "Gods..." under his breath. He recalls seeing someone waste perfectly good ale before in such a ritual, and being equally unimpressed at that time as well.
OOC to Mezegis:
After the newcomer's display, Gark rolls his eyes and mutters, "Gods..." under his breath. He recalls seeing someone waste perfectly good ale before in such a ritual, and being equally unimpressed at that time as well.
OOC to Mezegis:
pathfinderq1
Explorer
Vex watched the half-elf go through his ritual, and she raised her wineglass to his tribute. A sad smile flickered across her face, and she murmured an echo of his words- it looked as if she had seen such ceremony before. "Well, and as to 'anyone who has ever stood against someone with bared steel and knew that one of you wouldn't be walking away', I would venture a guess that includes everyone here. This isn't the sort of place that caters to nobles playing at soldiers- just by virtue of being here to listen to your speech, we're survivors all..."
Karananak is emptying his tankard as the ugly half elf makes his proposal. "Waell dat be dependin on what dis 'barred steel' ya be mentionin is den? In de Feywilde almost every crossin oh pats is bein life or de oder. An das a new travla in dis ere lan, dare ave been many a time ere also when it be dem or I. I an I bein called Karananak Bole, be avin a seat den." The wilden is enjoying the ale quite a bit but doesn't seem to be progressing through the stages of drinking beyond tipsy. He must be as tough as the wood he appears to made from.
[sblock=OOC Translation]Well that depends on what 'barred steel' you mentioned is then? In the Feywild, almost every encounter is life or death. And as a new traveler in this land, there have been many times here also when its them or me. I am called Karananak Bole, have a seat.[/sblock]
[sblock=OOC Translation]Well that depends on what 'barred steel' you mentioned is then? In the Feywild, almost every encounter is life or death. And as a new traveler in this land, there have been many times here also when its them or me. I am called Karananak Bole, have a seat.[/sblock]
Thalin acknowledges the young woman’s words “Then there will be drinks for anyone who wants them, for I am a man of my word.”
As the Wilden speaks, Thalin pauses for a moment before responding, clearly trying to sort out the unusual dialect. “Well, I do suppose barred steel is a bit restrictive, since many use arrows, staves, spears, and the like. Very well, since it seems like it’ll not matter anyway, I’ll amend my previous statement to be: those that have stared death in the face, and lived to tell the tale. Is that better?”
Taking a seat with the Wilden, Thalin nods to any others sharing his table, “I’ve only heard rumors of your kind Master Bole. What brings you out of the Feywild? Your spines, are they venomous? Can you throw them? How well do they serve as a defensive mechanism? Do they break easy?” Realizing he was rambling on and being quite rude, the half-elf’s face flushes slightly. “I’m sorry, where are my manners, I was just overcome with meeting one of your race.”
As the Wilden speaks, Thalin pauses for a moment before responding, clearly trying to sort out the unusual dialect. “Well, I do suppose barred steel is a bit restrictive, since many use arrows, staves, spears, and the like. Very well, since it seems like it’ll not matter anyway, I’ll amend my previous statement to be: those that have stared death in the face, and lived to tell the tale. Is that better?”
Taking a seat with the Wilden, Thalin nods to any others sharing his table, “I’ve only heard rumors of your kind Master Bole. What brings you out of the Feywild? Your spines, are they venomous? Can you throw them? How well do they serve as a defensive mechanism? Do they break easy?” Realizing he was rambling on and being quite rude, the half-elf’s face flushes slightly. “I’m sorry, where are my manners, I was just overcome with meeting one of your race.”
The Wilden smiles broadly as the scarred half elf sits down, accepting the proffered beverage. "Trute den. We ave been startin come ote just dis pas seasone, ta be seein ow far de claws oh de Far Realm ave torn true dis ere land den. Day bin gettin bold and den some in de Feywilde, so I an I brodren ave set out ta be stoppin dat advance air we can."
A tiny red arm reaches out from beneath the tree man's open vest tapping a thimble sized mug on his woody chest. Karananak takes the mug without looking down and dips it into the fresh tankard, handing it back down. "Speakin ta meself, de torns be more oh fa visaal waning den a tarue weapon. Tings in de farest be far less anxious ta be takin a bite if day tink dat bite gonna ave a sting to it den. So I an I be tryin ta be keepin dem toaked away ere in dis labarint. Saw many diffarent peepales dat jus be wandrin roun witout lookin. Day might be wandrin ta dare own debts witout ere seein it comin." There is a dainty hickup from under the Wilden's vest, making him grin sheepishly. "She get shy some times when she been avin a few."
[sblock=OOC Translation]Truely then. We have just started venturing out this past season, to see just how the claws of the Far Realm have torn through this land. They have been getting bold and then some in the Feywild, so me and my brothren have set out to stop them wherever we can.
Speaking to myself, the thorns are of a visual warning then a true weapon. Things in the forest are far less anxious to take a bite out of you if they think its going to hurt. So I try to keep them tucked away while in the city. So many different peoples that just wander around without looking. They might be wandering to there own deaths without ever seeing it coming.
She gets shy siometimes when shes been drinking for a while.[/sblock]
A tiny red arm reaches out from beneath the tree man's open vest tapping a thimble sized mug on his woody chest. Karananak takes the mug without looking down and dips it into the fresh tankard, handing it back down. "Speakin ta meself, de torns be more oh fa visaal waning den a tarue weapon. Tings in de farest be far less anxious ta be takin a bite if day tink dat bite gonna ave a sting to it den. So I an I be tryin ta be keepin dem toaked away ere in dis labarint. Saw many diffarent peepales dat jus be wandrin roun witout lookin. Day might be wandrin ta dare own debts witout ere seein it comin." There is a dainty hickup from under the Wilden's vest, making him grin sheepishly. "She get shy some times when she been avin a few."
[sblock=OOC Translation]Truely then. We have just started venturing out this past season, to see just how the claws of the Far Realm have torn through this land. They have been getting bold and then some in the Feywild, so me and my brothren have set out to stop them wherever we can.
Speaking to myself, the thorns are of a visual warning then a true weapon. Things in the forest are far less anxious to take a bite out of you if they think its going to hurt. So I try to keep them tucked away while in the city. So many different peoples that just wander around without looking. They might be wandering to there own deaths without ever seeing it coming.
She gets shy siometimes when shes been drinking for a while.[/sblock]
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renau1g
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"Yes!" Gark says to the half-elf, with an air of someone who is extremely eager but at the same time trying to not appear too eager. At the moment, he is failing. "I've been looking for you for some time... I have ...questions." His eyes scan the room as he leans in closer to speak more softly. "Perhaps we can speak outside?"
After the newcomer's display, Gark rolls his eyes and mutters, "Gods..." under his breath. He recalls seeing someone waste perfectly good ale before in such a ritual, and being equally unimpressed at that time as well.
OOC to Mezegis:
"No, I'm more comfortable in here, however we must certainly move to a more secluded location. Follow me" he says, leading the way to one of the Facets, the name of the back rooms in the Shard.
[sblock=Gark]
"Ah, now that we are alone, I can discuss more openly. So, you have questions, what may can I do for a Lyrandar?" he asks directly [/sblock]
“Very intresting!” exclaims the half-elf as the Wilden discusses his quills, “Do all of you have a tiny person living inside? Are they usually of a different sex? Fascinating. What of your fables, your myths? Do you worship the same Gods?” He doesn’t seem to have noticed he resumed his babbling, but he does start rummaging around in his sack, and it is but a moment before he has a small bit of parchment and a quill, furiously scribbling notes as the Wilden talks.
evilbob
Adventurer
[sblock=Theos]
But, I am also happy to be direct. I hear you are formerly of my house. I care not for why you are no longer, but I wanted to know what you know of our mark... the lore. The source of the ...power. I know what can be learned from the official records, but I also know there is much more to it than that. And... I heard that you were trained in the art of polearm weapons, and I wondered if you are open to an apprentice. I can compensate you..." Gark stammers a bit, catching himself as he wonders if an offer of money might be taken as an insult. His eyes quickly look for a reaction.[/sblock]
"Ah, well..." Gark stammers uncharacteristically, while scratching his back. "You are certainly well-informed about me. I'm curious as to how you got your information.
But, I am also happy to be direct. I hear you are formerly of my house. I care not for why you are no longer, but I wanted to know what you know of our mark... the lore. The source of the ...power. I know what can be learned from the official records, but I also know there is much more to it than that. And... I heard that you were trained in the art of polearm weapons, and I wondered if you are open to an apprentice. I can compensate you..." Gark stammers a bit, catching himself as he wonders if an offer of money might be taken as an insult. His eyes quickly look for a reaction.[/sblock]
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