[Tavern] Tower's Shard 2010

[Antithetist]

The door opens and a lithe figure in a heavy cloak steps in, his hair a long, tangled mane of deep red matched with an equally unruly beard. Blunt nose, jutting chin and heavy brow give a feral cast to his features and mark him as a Shifter.

"Jarren," he announces to the tavern even as he catches sight of his companions and makes his way over. He breaks into a toothy smile as he approaches. "Hello, friends," he greets them warmly. "I'm glad to find you here."

"What's this?" he queries, turning to Pis's admiring public with a sly sidelong grin at him. "Has he been showing off his acrobatic skills again?"

 

[FourMonos]

"Acrobatics? Nay, this here be an impressive minstrel. Not any minstrel, mind ye? This lad be a word smith of much skill," Braddock assures Jarren.

"Yeh, I thought him a bit daft when he first got here, mind ye. But! Not only be he excessive of skill... he buys the beer!" Braddock lifts his mug. "This has got to be my favorite bard of all time!"

 

[Voda Vosa]

Muzdum who was about to empty his tankard in his mouth, suddenly looks at Braddock and says "Yeah mine too, cheers!" and the continues gulping the beer.

 

[twilsemail]

Pis blushes at the compliments and tries to wave them away, seeing an escape he turns to Jarren. “Acrobatics? Jarren, I’m hurt. I would never perform backflips in Brews’ fine establishment…” he says with a smile. After a glance at Brews he quietly adds, “Again.”

“I was telling our new friends how were exploring that puzzle cave. And how we are barely escaping with our lives. Well, you are escaping with your lives. I am escaping with an appreciation for a fanatic’s dedication to finishing a job…”

Pis looks to Braddock and Muzdum, “You, my finely bearded friends, you must have some tales to be telling as well. I don’t think Brews lets anyone in without one.”

 

[FourMonos]

"Ha! My dear departed mother always told me never swim wi' sharks, bet wi' goblins, or mince words wi' bards!"

Braddock lights his pipe as he chuckles to himself.

"But I will tell ye a tall tale if ye like. We all know well this war that tore the kingdom of Galifar apart, eh? One hundred years they fought."

He takes another puff on his pipe. "Did ye know that way before the humans built this kingdom, the first great kingdom of these lands was made by... no not dwarves Muzdum, it would still be ruled dwarves if that were the case... No, the first great kingdom was built by goblins!"

Barely noticeable, still lying on the table, Braddock's hammer starts to glow a subtle, soft, lime green color.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Really? Well das' somethin' me guess. Tell me how did dey manage to not gut themselves on the first chance?" chuckles Muzdum, both arms on the table, sidelooking Braddock, at the time that he raises his eyebrow

 

[drothgery]

"You must have seen Darguun mercenaries once or twice. And the Dhaakani were what in many ways what the hobgoblins of Darguun can only dream of." Narvala mentions.

 

[FourMonos]

Braddock raises his mug again, "A toast to M'lady! A beauty and a scholar!" He bows from across the room.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Muzdum nods absentmindly. "So long since I killed one... Ah... Good times."

 

[dimsdale]

The door bursts open and the captain of the guard limps into the tavern holding the head of orc. It is obvious that the guard suffers from massive injuries from a recent fight. Everyone looks at him, at which time the guard says in an authoritative voice This orc stabbed one of my guards in the ass with with a dagger! After a long chase we finally cornered him. He then went on a rampage and killed five of my best! He pauses for a moment with his eyes meeting the gaze of each patron in the tavern. Don't think for a minute that I will tolerate any of this mischief now or in the future! if you try, this will happen to you! In a fit of rage, he throws the head of orc onto the floor. It rolls for a bit, then comes to a stop face-up in front of the dwarf, with it's eyes staring at him...still smiling that sheepish grin.

The captain of the guard leaves, limping out the door.

ooc: and so ends the the life of Rumbum...never a dull moment with him...just the way he liked it.