TwoHeadsBarking
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ooc: Whichever you like. It doesn't matter to me.
[Tavern] Tower's Shard 2011
stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
A bit after some of his shipmates arrive, a halfork arrives in the tavern, only slightly worse for the rain. He is guarded by a menacing iron canine, even larger that the last time his friends had seen it, mostly due to some bulky additional iron work to give it more mass and strength (the halfork's personal project during his recent airship trip). As he waddles up to the bar—he is quite unbalanced due to all the accouterments hanging from his cloak, though the weight does not seem to bother him anymore—the greasy haired halforc waves familiarly to Brews. Heya, Brews! Still Tondrek. I made a new Doggie! And found out what secrets lie beneath a pretty demon lady! Which was true. Sort of.
Seeing the artificer Maerek attempting to recruit, Tondrek happily attempts to engage his "colleague" in discussion. However, though the latter is impressed (and perplexed) by the former's canine construct, he seems quite off put by Tondrek's smell. And lack of manners. And apparent explosives strapped carelessly about his person. Tondrek shrugs as Maerek turns down his offer of help, and instead says, 'K. I go and make me a new hand! Which draws even further strange looks as the halfork retires to his room upstairs.
For the next few hours, strange thumping and banging can be heard from above. Occasionally, a small waxy figure would emerge, leave the Shard, and return with various implements: Wire, detritus, a sack of a bilious looking fluid. The last time, it comes back with a rather rusty looking bone saw. Brews looks about to say something... but thinks better of it as the homunculus disappears behind the threshold.
Ten minutes later, after a disturbing crescendo, Tondrek's voice can be heard. Ow. OW. OOWW OOWW OUCHIEEEEE! One of the waitresses attempts to rush up to the room, but the fierce iron construct guarding the door dissuades her. There is a loud thump, a sloshing (or squishing?) sound, a few more bangs, sizzling (soon followed by a pungent order not dissimilar to burnt bacon), and then silence.
The door stays closed for another ten minutes, guarded silently by Doggie.
Then it opened.
Tondrek seemed fine, if a little paler. Except around his right arm. Which was gone, below the elbow anyway, replaced instead by a complex working of iron, steel, and random bits of what was hopefully metal that ended in what appeared to be an oversized gauntlet mechanism. As the halfork waved cheerily, it was clear the the "new hand" worked, regardless of the weird fluid that sporadically leaked from it.
Marsh peppers please!
Seeing the artificer Maerek attempting to recruit, Tondrek happily attempts to engage his "colleague" in discussion. However, though the latter is impressed (and perplexed) by the former's canine construct, he seems quite off put by Tondrek's smell. And lack of manners. And apparent explosives strapped carelessly about his person. Tondrek shrugs as Maerek turns down his offer of help, and instead says, 'K. I go and make me a new hand! Which draws even further strange looks as the halfork retires to his room upstairs.
For the next few hours, strange thumping and banging can be heard from above. Occasionally, a small waxy figure would emerge, leave the Shard, and return with various implements: Wire, detritus, a sack of a bilious looking fluid. The last time, it comes back with a rather rusty looking bone saw. Brews looks about to say something... but thinks better of it as the homunculus disappears behind the threshold.
Ten minutes later, after a disturbing crescendo, Tondrek's voice can be heard. Ow. OW. OOWW OOWW OUCHIEEEEE! One of the waitresses attempts to rush up to the room, but the fierce iron construct guarding the door dissuades her. There is a loud thump, a sloshing (or squishing?) sound, a few more bangs, sizzling (soon followed by a pungent order not dissimilar to burnt bacon), and then silence.
The door stays closed for another ten minutes, guarded silently by Doggie.
Then it opened.
Tondrek seemed fine, if a little paler. Except around his right arm. Which was gone, below the elbow anyway, replaced instead by a complex working of iron, steel, and random bits of what was hopefully metal that ended in what appeared to be an oversized gauntlet mechanism. As the halfork waved cheerily, it was clear the the "new hand" worked, regardless of the weird fluid that sporadically leaked from it.
Marsh peppers please!
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hornedturtle
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Hearing the request for escort service Experiment 354b rouses from where he was standing along the side of the room, only to settle back into a waiting position.
Pentius
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Canus twirls the last of yet another MacGuffin in the glass before downing it. "Doing good tonight," he thinks, "I've nearly gotten tipsy and my blood is still flowing. This alchemist seems a little bit smart, which isn't good for me. Smart people avoid danger. Then again, if he's here, he's probably being coy, and actually expects a decent fight to happen. Well, here's hoping it does, else I'm going to spend a long, boring trip decaying in front of everyone."
Canus stands up and takes a step toward the man, giving a slight bow. "Canus, at your service. I'll keep you safe," he says, snapping his fingers and drawing a sword made of pure ice from the air, "And I'll do it in style."
Canus stands up and takes a step toward the man, giving a slight bow. "Canus, at your service. I'll keep you safe," he says, snapping his fingers and drawing a sword made of pure ice from the air, "And I'll do it in style."
stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
Tondrek grabs his plate of peppers and takes them upstairs to work on Aureon-knows-what.
Sharn is the most metropolitan city in Khorvaire, but even there some things are unexpected. Planar rifts from the Dragon Above, invasions by dragon-riding kobolds, and sentient undead walking the street freely. But since the Last War, the latter had been happening more often as the elite "forces" of far north Karrnath occasionally made their way to the gem of Breland. That did not mean they were received well.
When the door to the Shard opened, it became clear that several of Sharn's residence had taken umbrage with the newcomer. Filth and spoiled vegetables clung in a few places to the creature's dark armor. It, however, does not seem to notice. The dead do not have a sense of smell.
The animated corpse moves with purpose to the bar, looking over the establishment. Brews points to the sign above the bar, and also at the muck on his armor. The creature nods, and using a bar cloth, begins to clean his armor. As it does so, a booming, hollow voice is heard. Czern Belog of Rekkenmark, scion of the Wolf. I have no purpose except to better myself. That is enough.[sblock=Last War veterans, Karrnathi citizens, or History/Streetwise 13]The creature wears the regalia of the Dark Wolves, the elite forces of the Karrnathi army.[/sblock][sblock=Fellow Seekers or Religion 15]'No Purpose Except to Better Myself' could be a coded way of speaking of the Seeker's belief.[/sblock]
Sharn is the most metropolitan city in Khorvaire, but even there some things are unexpected. Planar rifts from the Dragon Above, invasions by dragon-riding kobolds, and sentient undead walking the street freely. But since the Last War, the latter had been happening more often as the elite "forces" of far north Karrnath occasionally made their way to the gem of Breland. That did not mean they were received well.
When the door to the Shard opened, it became clear that several of Sharn's residence had taken umbrage with the newcomer. Filth and spoiled vegetables clung in a few places to the creature's dark armor. It, however, does not seem to notice. The dead do not have a sense of smell.
The animated corpse moves with purpose to the bar, looking over the establishment. Brews points to the sign above the bar, and also at the muck on his armor. The creature nods, and using a bar cloth, begins to clean his armor. As it does so, a booming, hollow voice is heard. Czern Belog of Rekkenmark, scion of the Wolf. I have no purpose except to better myself. That is enough.[sblock=Last War veterans, Karrnathi citizens, or History/Streetwise 13]The creature wears the regalia of the Dark Wolves, the elite forces of the Karrnathi army.[/sblock][sblock=Fellow Seekers or Religion 15]'No Purpose Except to Better Myself' could be a coded way of speaking of the Seeker's belief.[/sblock]
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TwoHeadsBarking
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Maerek speaks aloud in response, "Perhaps. Still, we might have use for one or two more." He turns towards Canus, "I don't suppose your friends there," he gestures towards the people Canus was sitting with, "would be interested in joining us?"
renau1g
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The door to the tavern opens, a well dressed man enters, shaking off the persistent rains that haunt the City of Towers. He cautiously glances around the rather full tavern, taking time to draw in the large group of people in the Shard. His glimmersilk cravat pokes out from a leather jacket. The man bears an ornate longsword, but carries little in the way of defensive items.
"Greetings, I am Riaan Caldamus. I been advised that this establishment is where one can acquire both companionship and work. It appears that the first is in good supply, but I trust that the second is too?" the man says as he moves to the bar.
He begins asking Brews for some specific wines, including fireburst wine, dark Orla-un wine, and Windshire rainbow wine. Riann gets frustrated when the warforged shakes his head and offers a local Brelish wine, referring to it as swill. Riann ends up with a glass of water instead before he turns his attentions back to the adventurers.
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[MENTION=82251]TwoHeadsBarking[/MENTION] - If you need another, Riaan Caldamus, level 7 human swordmage (shielding)|warlock (vestige) here and ready to go. [/sblock]
"Greetings, I am Riaan Caldamus. I been advised that this establishment is where one can acquire both companionship and work. It appears that the first is in good supply, but I trust that the second is too?" the man says as he moves to the bar.
He begins asking Brews for some specific wines, including fireburst wine, dark Orla-un wine, and Windshire rainbow wine. Riann gets frustrated when the warforged shakes his head and offers a local Brelish wine, referring to it as swill. Riann ends up with a glass of water instead before he turns his attentions back to the adventurers.
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[MENTION=82251]TwoHeadsBarking[/MENTION] - If you need another, Riaan Caldamus, level 7 human swordmage (shielding)|warlock (vestige) here and ready to go. [/sblock]
TwoHeadsBarking
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"Ah, excuse me." Maerek rises and walks over to Brews. The two converse, and coin is passed from the former to the latter. A few minutes later, Maerek returns to the adventurers who had gathered around him. But rather than standing with you, he instead leads you to one of the tavern's private rooms.
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GROMkill
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Belanaar looks at the man with wide eyes. "Errr... Me?" he says, pointing to himself unassuredly.
"Yeah, I guess I can help. I'm Belanaar. Belanaar Zalyth, the bow-fiend. What kinda people are we escorting? And what danger would there be, if there was to be danger?" His youthful curiosity inevitably shines through his cold facade.
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