[Tavern] Tower's Shard 2010

[renau1g]

[sblock=Gark]
"It's not a House ship, they'd attract too much attention. I've chartered a smaller vessel, a private ship, to take you to Starilaskur, then we'll have a Magebred mount ready to move you post haste. The main constraint here is time, otherwise you could've traveled on the rails like the others. I was told that there were two that there was a dwarf, he carried an axe as tall as him, but he spoke of his faith openly. The other was a halfling, a pipe-smoker he was, carried little besides a dagger with him, little guys must've got scared... haha" he says with a chuckle, then offers directions to the airship.

ooc - I can't think of anything else besides covering the private transportation expenses. I'll simaltaneously post your introduction to the IC thread just after this. You can finish out this scene as well. [/sblock]

 

[evilbob]

[sblock=Theos]OOC: I was asking about who was there that I would be meeting - was that what you answered or did you tell me who came back? I wasn't sure. Anyway I'll assume he got some info on who went.

"Very well. I trust I will see you again soon. I will return to this establishment upon completion of this task. I shall earn your trust - please earn mine." And with that, Gark departs the tavern, and heads for the docks...[/sblock]
The longtooth shifter nods in farewell to the rest of the bar as he departs. "Gentlemen. Ladies. ...You," he directs to the warforged.

 

[renau1g]

[sblock=Gark]
"Ah, my misunderstanding. I have been told that those still out there are a large dragonborn with leather armor and a staff, a halfling riding a clawfoot, appears to be from Talenta, and a half-orc with a pair bastard swords." he replies, then follows the shifter outside.[/sblock]

 

[Vertexx69]

Karananak's eyes look like they would have glazed over if it were possible as he is assaulted by the barrage questions. He looks down at the buldge under his vest and simply draws the flap of thick hide aside to reveal the noisily drinking imp girl with arm with one arm wrapped around his impossible thin torso and the other cock the tiny mug to her darling little horned face. "Naw Naw dat jus be Eve. She an die did strike hour selves uh boggin some time ago. A fava ta eech oda, sa naw she be boned by er oat ta suvin I an I as me familia."

[sblock=Translation]No No, that is just Eve. She and I struck ourselves a bargain sme time ago. A favor to each other, so now she is bound by her oath to serve me as my familiar.[/sblock]

 

[Mezegis]

What an extrodinary little thing she is. he replies, looking down at the familiar, Well, you've told me quite a bit about yourself, I think it would only be fair for me to return the favor, no? Or do you look to the future more than the past?

The halfelf sips his drink, and looks around. It's kind of quiet for a tavern, No? I count over a half dozen, and there is barely a whisper. Is this common?

 

[Vertexx69]

"Dem be gettin awl kine doh opsate when dis fella ere wit de beeg yella teet bin comin in den. Dem stot jabbrin way in soam oda toang fer ah bit den. Own uh dem bean oldin uh sowad an dall dat ore uh loan time, despite I an I's effat ta be keepin da peace trute." The Wilden takes a drink from his tankard, making his lips darken once more as the moisture is absorbed like water on the bark of a tree. "Tuh be sewer doh, I an I ood ave a glad hot tuh be earin boat own uh dees oada races roun duh maze ere."

[sblock=OOC Translation]
They got all kinds of upset when this fellow with the big yellow teeth came into the tavern. They started jabbering away in some other tongue for a bit. One of them had even drawn a sword and all that for a long time, despite my efforts to keep the peace truthfully.

To be sure though, I would have a glad heart to be hearing about another of the races in the city.
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[Antithetist]

It's kind of quiet for a tavern, No? I count over a half dozen, and there is barely a whisper. Is this common?

Colgrave lays a hand lightly on Thalin's shoulder by way of apology as he takes a seat at the table with him and Karananak.

"You must, please, excuse me," he offers with a small bow and a smile that would be pleasant if not for the unsettling array of pointed teeth that it exposes. "I fear that with all the recent excitement of drawn steel and flying ale, my manners have quite escaped me. But you make a fine toast, sir, and I would be honoured to join you and our verdant friend here in a drink."

 

[dimsdale]

Rumbum raises his head out of his bowl Aaaaaahaaa Rumbum! Good ale! He throws some gold on the table. There! He then yells to the barkeep. Bring bowl of ale to everyone and the talking tree too! He then stands and yells out a mighty roar. Drink is good between battles...yes? he says noding his head. This place has good ale. He then sways back and forth. Rumbum dizzy. With that last remark, he catches himself from falling, gathers his equipment and axe and heads to the door, mumbling something about his armor and finding a patch of tall grass to sleep on. I be back soon he says as he leaves the tavern.

 

[pathfinderq1]

The halfelf sips his drink, and looks around. It's kind of quiet for a tavern, No? I count over a half dozen, and there is barely a whisper. Is this common?

Vex remained silent for another moment or two, still staring into the depths of her wineglass- long enough for a few of the others to make their own responses. Finally she shook her head and lowered the glass. A faint, sad smile flitted across her face, then broke into a warmer grin. "It was your toast, I think. While we are all survivors, some of us have lost friends and family to the hazards of the world- and a toast like that brings those losses to the fore. A lull in the conversation is only natural..."

 

[Mezegis]

Thalin nods as Vex speaks, “Yes, I can understand that, though I must admit, usually there is a drunkard or two who boisterously interrupts. By the sounds of it, those drunkards have recently left.”

Turning to the Wilden, the half-elf smiles, “Would that I could explain my race to you, but as a half-elf, we tend not to gravitate toward one way of life. Some tend towards their elven heritage, while others, their human side. We aren’t perfectly suited towards certain lines of work either, unlike those of other races. One thing I can say about us, we are generally accepted and thought well of wherever we go”

Adjusting the way he is sitting, Thalin nods down toward his scabbard and sheathed longsword. “I myself tend toward the melee support roll, inspiring the front line warriors with words of encouragement and distracting the foe so that my allies might strike true. Not the most glorious of work, but vastly more fulfilling.”