[Tavern] Tower's Shard 2011

[GROMkill]

Suspicious of Canus' change of tone toward the elf, Belanaar decides to follow suit and order a third drink of the sickening mixture being served. However, fish did sound good to him, and after having only eaten bread, dried meat, and some cheeses this past couple of days, the change of taste appealed to his urge for variety.

Pacing the disgusting drink this time in between bites of the savory and flaky fish that Brews slid him a plate of, the young elf finds it much more tolerable. Belanaar finally notices the quiet man in the corner, calling for more to drink. Cocking his head around to get a good look, he stares at the man, while childishly munching away at the fresh fish.

Turning back to Canus, Belanaar raises a question. "What is it about this alcohol? How can anyone actually tolerate it? It's beyond gut-wrenching." he asked, ignorant to the true pleasures of fine drink.

 

[TheWalrus]

"Oh, and now the boy turns to look at me eh? I hope he doesn't want anything, I have no patience for the likes of him," thinks Alador, as he notices the gaze of the young elf. Not wanting to invite more attention, Alador takes out his spellbook and starts writing in it to appear busy.

 

[Pentius]

Canus continues his good-natured teasing, "Well, why don't you tell me? For someone who doesn't like it, and has never tried it before, you seem to be intent on putting yourself under the table. How's your vision?" Canus takes the notice in his hand and waves it in front of Belanaar. "Going blurry yet? Tell me you can read this, boy? If you can't, it's a sure sign of the first stages of alcohol poisoning. I'd slow down if I were you. I'm not looking to spend the night at the closest Jorasco outpost, what with the shorties asking me if I'm your legal guardian. They'll give me that look, too, like I never even told you to stop."

 

[jbear]

The door of the tavern bursts open with a savage gust of wind. The roll of thunder is heard in the distance. A sombre figure steps into the light slamming the door hard behind him. The storm that seems to be brewing outside dances in this wild man's dark eyes; black unkempt hair marked with splashes of white at the sides and a bushy black beard full of twigs and leaves give the impression this man has not slept under a roof in some time. He rests a moment on his staff, his right arm curled against his chest like a bird with a broken wing, and takes a long hard look at the patrons, nodding to himself as he does so.

"Sshhhhhhh ... listen ..." he whispers in a strange voice smiling, though the smile is more wild and mad than warm and friendly.

"Run Dog run! It comes, and it will catch you like the sands of time!" he roars quite suddenly with a thunderous voice.

"The Dragons bleed above and below! Swords wait and rust, old with dust content their blood has stemmed and scarred! Vomit on your heads, maggots! Wake up or the Dragons Dance will be its last! A storm is coming! Sharpen your swords, rub sleep from eyes before the Dragon dies!"

"Agh!" he spits, walking to an empty table near the hearth where he continues talking to himself in a non-discrete booming voice. "Why do you waste my time talking to the Doomed Dogs? Moses Blackhand, you will never learn. They are dead, they just don't know it. Tomorrow perhaps you should visit the outlying farms and throw pearls to the pigs. It would bear more fruit than these visits to these Swill Holes populated with thieves and ruffians."

He sits glowering into the fire for some time before suddenly shouting again:
"Barman! A hot meal if you will! I would live a little longer. The pigs need me. And a jug of your finest water."

OOC: Moses Blackhand lvl 4 Human Invoker has entered the tavern. http://leb.wikia.com/wiki/LEB:PC:Moses_Blackhand_(jbear79) Hello people of LEB! The addiction to Living PBP worlds continues to grow! I don't know the Eberron setting that well yet, can anyone maybe recommend what god my Invoker can worship (non-evil) that covers the Storm Domain. Cheers, appreciate it! And if anyone has some spare time to look at the character for approval, that would be awesome Cheers [MENTION=6676736]Pentius[/MENTION], [MENTION=6676989]GROMkill[/MENTION]! Fancy seeing you here! Hehehehe.

 

[twilsemail]

OOC: This is an IC representation of me retiring a PC. This mission is doomed to end in pain, suffering, misery and death. This is not an adventure recruiting post, though it may appear as such. Din is going away. If he ever comes back it will be as something wholly not resembling the thing he is now. If you want to retire a PC, feel free to tag along. Otherwise he’s departing Friday evening and will never be seen again (maybe).

A lean and sinewy Khoravar strides into the bar, looking to Brews and then the patrons of the bar with one good eye, he says his name, “Rath Nomkrat.” His voice is an iron file on bone.

He pins a flyer to a post with a dagger and pulls a seat to sit beneath it. He closes his good eye and it’s fairly clear that he’s unable to close the milky orb nestled in the other scarred socket. “I’ve a job. I’ve enough hands to get me there an’ back. More are never unappreciated. We’re goin’ into the Mournland. I understand if no one wants to face it. It'll be hard work and I doubt you'll come back.”

He kicks back the chair and leans it against the post, reclining enough to give the illusion of relaxation.

 

[TwoHeadsBarking]

A middle-aged man walks into the tavern. His clothing and accouterments mark him as an artificer or alchemist of some sort. He blinks as his eyes adjust to the light, then walks to the center of the room. "Ah, excuse me," he calls addresses the room at large, "My name is Maerek. I have work for any of you mercenaries who are interested. Escort duty, to be more specific. There may not be any actual danger, but I'd prefer to be prepared for any that arises."

OOC: Recruitment begins. Looking for level 4-6 adventurers.

 

[renau1g]

OOC: This is an IC representation of me retiring a PC. This mission is doomed to end in pain, suffering, misery and death. This is not an adventure recruiting post, though it may appear as such. Din is going away. If he ever comes back it will be as something wholly not resembling the thing he is now. If you want to retire a PC, feel free to tag along. Otherwise he’s departing Friday evening and will never be seen again (maybe).

A lean and sinewy Khoravar strides into the bar, looking to Brews and then the patrons of the bar with one good eye, he says his name, “Rath Nomkrat.” His voice is an iron file on bone.

He pins a flyer to a post with a dagger and pulls a seat to sit beneath it. He closes his good eye and it’s fairly clear that he’s unable to close the milky orb nestled in the other scarred socket. “I’ve a job. I’ve enough hands to get me there an’ back. More are never unappreciated. We’re goin’ into the Mournland. I understand if no one wants to face it. It'll be hard work and I doubt you'll come back.”

He kicks back the chair and leans it against the post, reclining enough to give the illusion of relaxation.

The half-elf that had recently (quietly) entered the tavern, sitting alone perks up at the request. Thalen stands up and walks towards the man. "I've survived worse odds than the Mournland I think, Thalen d'Lyrandar, only survivor of The River of Stars crash years ago. I'll join you." the half-elf states resolutely.

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Thalen never worked out how I had envisioned. The sliding wasn't very useful. Not sure who I'll replace her with, but for now she'll ride off into the sunset. [/sblock]

 

[rb780nm]

The Deva who appeared to be in some sort of trance at the back of the room snapped away and walked over to Maerek. "I am kal'Tarron Alrahain, blade of Balinor. I am instructed by my masters to aid you. Your mission features in the plans of great beings who wish your success."

OOC: lvl 6 Deva Avenger.

 

[MetaVoid]

Too bad I don't have a char handy One I have is free on L4W

 

[Neurotic]

A priest of Dol'Arrah enters just behind the artificer and hears the proclamation.

"I would be interested in escort duty. It will be a nice change of pace. I am Venakhad of House Jorasco."

OOC: [MENTION=82251]TwoHeadsBarking[/MENTION], Ven is not leveled yet, I can make it 5th or 6th as you see fit (have enough RP from the last adventure to make him 6th)