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The Game of Kings
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Bront
The man with the probe
Carver seems confused. "Are you sure Dragen? I've not seen Vhir consume anything live yet, and there were plenty of mice on the ship. I even named one, Squeeks. He liked the little crumbs in the galley that were left after cleanup. I made this carving of him too," The 'forged pulls out a carving of a good sized mouse. "I guess if it reminds you of home Vhir, you're welcome to have it."
James Heard
Explorer
Sail and Scepter Inn, Port Verge (early evening) - Carver, Dragen, Glasia, Vhir
"Sometimes creatures with shameful habits might wish to hide them from others, metal man," Dragen responds rigidly. "They pretend to be something they are not, so that people might see them as something else than what they are."
"I know that some people respond poorly to who I am. But I make no excuses for what I am, nor will I make myself seem to be as something other than that which life has placed me on the path to be. You seem to be without deception, so perhaps you do not understand, but things which bleed are based upon the same cast as the lies of gods. It is good you lack this, but poor that you even possess the capacity to learn it."
Dragen's stomach rumbles some more.
"Forgive me, leaving ship is almost as unpleasant as getting on one. My stomach would wish only that I choose one or the other, land or sea, and favor it perpetually."
Dragen pauses, and looks down upon the sculpture as if noticing it finally.
"It would be better if you had killed the rat. Not only do vermin spread diseases and sneak into the cribs of children at night to steal their breath sometimes; but they also attract larger, more dangerous predators by their presence. That is to say, vermin often believe themselves to be more clever, being small and insignificant, than they really are. You let them eat from your table thinking that they are of no mind, and then a a near-sighted hawk swoops down to carry off a lamb."
Suddenly distant, Dragen continues the thought seemingly without care for the rest of the group.
"Always, always better - to be the hawk rather than the mouse, the wolf better than the lamb -" Dragen shakes his head and looks Carver.
"That's a very nice sculpture. Perhaps you'd be better off continuing your conversations with the young lady, talking with me sometimes washes blood onto young hands to their detriment."
"Sometimes creatures with shameful habits might wish to hide them from others, metal man," Dragen responds rigidly. "They pretend to be something they are not, so that people might see them as something else than what they are."
"I know that some people respond poorly to who I am. But I make no excuses for what I am, nor will I make myself seem to be as something other than that which life has placed me on the path to be. You seem to be without deception, so perhaps you do not understand, but things which bleed are based upon the same cast as the lies of gods. It is good you lack this, but poor that you even possess the capacity to learn it."
Dragen's stomach rumbles some more.
"Forgive me, leaving ship is almost as unpleasant as getting on one. My stomach would wish only that I choose one or the other, land or sea, and favor it perpetually."
Dragen pauses, and looks down upon the sculpture as if noticing it finally.
"It would be better if you had killed the rat. Not only do vermin spread diseases and sneak into the cribs of children at night to steal their breath sometimes; but they also attract larger, more dangerous predators by their presence. That is to say, vermin often believe themselves to be more clever, being small and insignificant, than they really are. You let them eat from your table thinking that they are of no mind, and then a a near-sighted hawk swoops down to carry off a lamb."
Suddenly distant, Dragen continues the thought seemingly without care for the rest of the group.
"Always, always better - to be the hawk rather than the mouse, the wolf better than the lamb -" Dragen shakes his head and looks Carver.
"That's a very nice sculpture. Perhaps you'd be better off continuing your conversations with the young lady, talking with me sometimes washes blood onto young hands to their detriment."
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Ringmereth
First Post
Argotch Inn, Port Verge (early evening) - Doral, Morika, Partash
The goblin laughs, perhaps trying to put his guests at ease, but the shrill sound is more irksome than friendly. "Yes, three rooms for you, right away!" he replies, trotting back to his desk. Climbing onto a chair nearly his own height, he examines his ledger. "Rooms 23, 24, and 25, on second floor. Twelve silver each," he tells Doral, handing him three worn keys. "Best ale is next door at the Shark Tank. Through that door," the goblin adds, pointing to a side enterance on his left. "You can buy dinner there, too. Cod on menu tonight."
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Sail and Scepter Inn, Port Verge (early evening) - Carver, Dragen, Glasia, Vhir
His face politely blank, the servant waits patiently through the exchange between the hotel's patrons. "Right this way, sirs and madam," he says when Dragen gets his final word and a moment of silence passes, leading the four to the main desk. "Meals will be brought to your rooms if you wish; a very good turkey dinner is being prepared as we speak, and I shall request an order of cabbage soup from our chef." The Brelish bellman relays the group's choice of accomodations to the man at the desk, and, having recieved no luggage, turns on his heel and disappears through a door to the side of the enterance lobby.
The portly clerk, pale-skinned with neatly trimmed blonde hair, scribbles something into his ledger with quill and ink. "The suite's rate is 15 gold pieces per night, including meals," he informs the group, reaching for a set of glimmering keys behind the counter. "If you have no further questions I can address, I shall show you to your quarters."
The goblin laughs, perhaps trying to put his guests at ease, but the shrill sound is more irksome than friendly. "Yes, three rooms for you, right away!" he replies, trotting back to his desk. Climbing onto a chair nearly his own height, he examines his ledger. "Rooms 23, 24, and 25, on second floor. Twelve silver each," he tells Doral, handing him three worn keys. "Best ale is next door at the Shark Tank. Through that door," the goblin adds, pointing to a side enterance on his left. "You can buy dinner there, too. Cod on menu tonight."
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Sail and Scepter Inn, Port Verge (early evening) - Carver, Dragen, Glasia, Vhir
His face politely blank, the servant waits patiently through the exchange between the hotel's patrons. "Right this way, sirs and madam," he says when Dragen gets his final word and a moment of silence passes, leading the four to the main desk. "Meals will be brought to your rooms if you wish; a very good turkey dinner is being prepared as we speak, and I shall request an order of cabbage soup from our chef." The Brelish bellman relays the group's choice of accomodations to the man at the desk, and, having recieved no luggage, turns on his heel and disappears through a door to the side of the enterance lobby.
The portly clerk, pale-skinned with neatly trimmed blonde hair, scribbles something into his ledger with quill and ink. "The suite's rate is 15 gold pieces per night, including meals," he informs the group, reaching for a set of glimmering keys behind the counter. "If you have no further questions I can address, I shall show you to your quarters."
Argotch Inn, Port Verge (early evening) - Doral, Morika, Partash
"Good enough then," Morika says, carefully digging into her belt pouch for the money, then handing it over. "Come on, I need a drink in the worst way," she quips to the others. Once her belongings are locked (and somewhat hidden) in her room, she's off to the Shark Tank for dinner and drinks.
"Good enough then," Morika says, carefully digging into her belt pouch for the money, then handing it over. "Come on, I need a drink in the worst way," she quips to the others. Once her belongings are locked (and somewhat hidden) in her room, she's off to the Shark Tank for dinner and drinks.
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
Argotch Inn, Port Verge (early evening) - Doral, Morika, Partash
Doral pays the goblin, puts his equipment away, and waits for his companions before entering the Shark Tank. He decides to use Morika's exuberance to set the mood, following her in with a smile on his face and a look to the available drinks. "Ho bartender! What ye got to drink for three tired blokes!"
Find a bunch of braggarts, swap tall tales, and find out if they know about a kidnapping or capture," Doral thinks to himself.
Doral pays the goblin, puts his equipment away, and waits for his companions before entering the Shark Tank. He decides to use Morika's exuberance to set the mood, following her in with a smile on his face and a look to the available drinks. "Ho bartender! What ye got to drink for three tired blokes!"
Find a bunch of braggarts, swap tall tales, and find out if they know about a kidnapping or capture," Doral thinks to himself.
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stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
Sail and Scepter Inn, Port Verge (early evening) - Carver, Dragen, Glasia, Vhir
The kobold begins to walk aside to wait to be lead to their quaters when it stops a moment besides the bowmen. While not looking directly at the Karranth, its voice is pitched just loud enough for him to hear. "If you wish to do something useful besides discussing matters of which you know little, you may consider taking a walk and observing the local defenses."
The kobold pays the fee is necissary, and takes a key. It also reiterates that it is waiting for a message and to deliver it as soon as it comes. It then continues, "I shall take dinner in the main dining room when available. And I would appreciate any recent copies of the Chronicles."Ringmereth said:
The kobold begins to walk aside to wait to be lead to their quaters when it stops a moment besides the bowmen. While not looking directly at the Karranth, its voice is pitched just loud enough for him to hear. "If you wish to do something useful besides discussing matters of which you know little, you may consider taking a walk and observing the local defenses."
Bront
The man with the probe
Sail and Scepter Inn, Port Verge (early evening) - Carver, Dragen, Glasia, Vhir
"Well, I can always carve a Tower if you would rather have that to remind you of home. I'm sorry, but I realy have not met many Kobolds, or at least ones that bothered to talk to me." Carver says.stonegod said:
Bront
The man with the probe
Sail and Scepter Inn, Port Verge (early evening) - Carver, Dragen, Glasia, Vhir
"I think you are mistaken about me Dragen, for I don't need to eat, so why would I want to be a preditor? And I'm not young, I'm almost a year old!" Carver insists with pride as he tucks the mouse carving away.James Heard said: