The Drow War Book One - Chillhame

[Endur]

The words echo in her mind. something right awful is fixing to happen

Laurel responds to the leader of the peasants with a look of understanding and sadness.

"We understand your fears. We will leave as soon as we have finished our business here, for we too do not want something awful to happen."

 

[Thanee]

Kyalia

“...the crimes of his people. That would be you as much as the dark elves,” Kyalia explains further. “So, better do not add any new crimes to the tally, he would then have to be excused for!”

 

[Festy_Dog]

The dark skinned minstrel accepts the offering, his voice is solid and resonant as he speaks, “A good eve to you too, it is rare to see one of your kind in these parts; as backwater as they are. My name is Dais, and I am pleased that you enjoyed the song, in truth I have been working on it during my travels…”

Saxon goes to pull up a chair at Dais' table and continue conversation, but is interupted by the mob.

One of the peasants stands and waves a fist, “A bloody dark elf, they ravaged this lands ages ago, I ain’t about to let it happen again, eh boys!” Many of the customers raise their fists as chairs move and tempers rise.

Dais sighs, “This could be bad…”

Saxon nods and frowns. The typical actions of humanity that he must endure while in their presence, all too often for his own liking. He himself was rarely a target of such intolerance, but their behaviour was still appalling in his eyes. If things turned ugly, he still had some magic left to keep them occupied and allow he and his colleagues to make an exit. Even if the drow may not have been as nice a fellow as he appeared, Saxon's natural sense of balance caused him to sympathise with the underdog.

Barbarians.

Saxon coughed and made a soft clicking noise. Mzarem reacted by going from idle curiosity to readiness. He stopped chewing at his chunk of meat and sat up, becoming keenly aware of the situation, as much as his canine intellect would allow. Though Saxon didn't want to harm the peasants, he had no qualms with causing damage to the structure (it'd look nicer while the spell was in effect anyway), and he brought his remaining spell to the forefront of his mind.

[Readying Entangle, placed to immobilise as many peasants as possible while not blocking an exit, if hostilities commence.]

 

[Voadam]

"Well, now that that is settled, minstrel" Enthalus calls out to the human who was originally playing "Do you know 'the wanderer's delight'?"

Enthalus is hoping some more of the regular music will ease the tensions some and give the inn more of its normal feel for the patrons, putting them more at ease.

 

[Ranger Rick]

Dolan mutters, "The peasants have a point. If the dark elves give these people a reason to fear them, than why would they be fearful of a 1/2 elf? His he more human or more dark elf?"

 

[Evil Ujio]

Dolan mutters, "The peasants have a point. If the dark elves give these people a reason to fear them, than why would they be fearful of a 1/2 elf? His he more human or more dark elf?"

Many of the villagers echo his sentiment but once again the well armed grouped of strangers seems to force their hand as the thug leader that Dolan spotted earlier stands with a disarming smile. He looks to the people about the room, “We shouldn’t’ be so rude, good people of Bronce; perhaps we can give these strangers the benefit of the doubt and allow them a peaceful evening with the knowledge that they are just passing through and will ‘soon’ leave us and us honest folk in peace.”

He raises a mug of penny ale, “A round of drinks and some peace,” he says smiling to the group of strangers. The villagers sigh and take their seats with some consternation but they end their argument for now.

Dais nods slowly, “All is well that ends well, yes?” he says to the party.

 

[Ranger Rick]

When Dolan receives his fresh round of ale, he pushes his chair back and quietly says to his comapionans "I need to thank our host." Grabbing his mug, he gets up and walks over to the 'thug', sticks out his hand to shake and says, "Thank you kind sir for the drink, I am Dolan and who might you be?"

 

[Voadam]

Dais nods slowly, “All is well that ends well, yes?” he says to the party.

"Yes, but let us see how this truly ends."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Saxon takes a seat and Mzarem returns to eating. He nods again to what Dais has to say, and keeps a keen eye on Dolan, curious as to the success of their quasi-diplomat.

 

[Evil Ujio]

When Dolan receives his fresh round of ale, he pushes his chair back and quietly says to his comapionans "I need to thank our host." Grabbing his mug, he gets up and walks over to the 'thug', sticks out his hand to shake and says, "Thank you kind sir for the drink, I am Dolan and who might you be?"

The man greets Dolan with a raise of his mug, and a nod of his head. He shrugs, “I am the town miller, Jim, no need to thank me friend, thank the good fortunes of the village, oh sure it looks to be on hard times, but things always pick up. So how long do you and your friends plan on staying in Bronce?”

His face is weathered and one of his front teeth is chipped. His nose has seen many breaks, and his hands are rough, painted with various scars. He takes a healthy draught of the penny ale waiting for a reply.

Rest of the Party

Dais continues to speak, “So what brings you to Bronce, it can’t e the weather or the culture,” he jests easing his posture and attitude. He shows a genuine interest, letting his eyes take in your features, “It is odd to see this many elves this far north, especially in Bronce.”