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<blockquote data-quote="howandwhy99" data-source="post: 2762582" data-attributes="member: 3192"><p>Dram and Dalin looked around the smoky Dead Horse tavern. Unbathed men and women sat suspiciously sipping their drinks. Dalin noticed one table of customers dicing over in the corner. He decided not to join in right away. Grog moved over to an occupied table and sat down. The other occupants stood up and moved elsewhere. Dram and Dalin joined him. “Best ale in town!” said Grog again. A bar wench brought over a pitcher and they started drinking. After awhile Dram noticed a Bard come in and pluck away at his lute in another corner. No one paid him any attention. </p><p></p><p>Dram and Dalin tried to strike up conversations with some of the other patrons. It took some doing, but they learned a bit of local gossip. Something large had been circling the skies above. Some thought it was a dragon. Others suggested it was something even more sinister. One man bemoaned the fact that almost all the Sky Knights were away. Dalin put two and two together. He guessed the knights were probably Kera’s contribution to the war effort. Another man told them a dark and terrible creature lived in the caves to the northeast. “I shouldn’t tell ya this, but ee’s preparin’ ta unleash the power of several volcanoes to destroy every human and our allies throughout the region.” Dram and Dalin took it with a grain of salt. Grog wanted to know more. He was seriously worried, but the man left after the half ogre took an interest in his ramblings.</p><p></p><p>A group of licentious, young women walked inside later in the evening. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for,” said Dram. He succeeded in drawing one over to their table. She toyed with him, but did not sit down. She and her companions had heard a new, powerful ogre was rallying warriors to his standard up in the mountains. They were thinking of going to join in. “Maybe you should come?” she suggested. Dram hesitated. Grog did not speak, but his expression towards the woman spoke volumes. She decided not to wait around for an answer. “This isn’t exactly working,” said Dalin stating the obvious. Across the room the Bard finally began strumming a tune. He was pretty good. In fact, he was really, really good. The other patrons stood up and started to cheer. Then began singing along. Overcome with emotion Grog and Dalin stood up too and sang with big smiles on their faces. </p><p></p><p>“Whoa…” said Dalin. “I feel weird.” Dram felt a bit woozy himself. The music sounded strange to him. “Must be the beer,” he told Dalin. It was uniformly bad. “I need to clear my head,” said Dram. He stood up to go outside for some fresh air. As he walked out the door a stranger bumped into him walking in. The stranger pushed hard. Dram braced himself and pushed back, harder. “I’m sorry,” said the stranger. Dram did not let him by. “I’m very sorry,” the man said again. Dram checked his own pockets for gold, then for his weapon. Both were still there. “Hmmmm….” He let the stranger go by into the tavern. Dram stood outside for a few minutes, clearing his head, and gathered his thoughts. He felt tired from the long day’s journey. </p><p></p><p>Turning around he went back into the bar. All of the patrons and staff were slumped over in their chairs. There was no music either. Dram took a step inside and saw the Bard hunched over one of the patrons rifling through the man’s pockets. A flash of steel bounced off Dram’s shoulder and brushed near his face. The stranger was hiding behind the shadow of the door. Dram crouched and reached for his sword. Before he could unsheathe it the Bard turned around and tossed a dagger at Dram’s chest, right into his heart. It pierced his cloak and shirt, but it deflected off his hidden armor. Scrambling, Dram backed away towards Grog and Dalin who were both asleep. He shook them, but neither awoke. “There is no need for fighting,” said the Bard. Gracefully, he walked forward, picked up his dagger, and retreated to his stool and lute. </p><p></p><p>Dram was in no mood for talking nice. Unshouldering his bow he fired two arrows. He hit the Bard straight in the back, but the arrow bounced off his cloak with a metal clang. His second arrow plunged deep into the other rogue’s neck. The stranger fell dead to the floor. Picking up his lute, the Bard strummed a peaceful little tune and Dram realized he had been in the wrong all along. This musician was not such a bad guy after all. “Help me collect my donations,” ordered the Bard. Dram nodded happily. He moved over to the rogue he had killed and searched the body. He recovered his arrow intact and found a solid gold arrow besides hidden in the man’s vest. “I’ll just put this with my other one from the Fair…” He seemed to have misplaced it. “Ah ha!” Secretly he hid his arrow just in case his new friend tried to take it as a donation. Next he moved to Grog and Dalin and tried to shake them awake again.</p><p></p><p>“What are you doing?” asked the Bard.</p><p>“They will help us?”</p><p>“No!” The Bard changed demeanor. “I mean… they would want a big share. But let them keep theirs.” Dram moved away to the other patrons and searched for whatever valuables he could find. He collected over two hundred coins. It was mostly copper and some silver, but five gold pieces were in the barkeep’s till. The Bard moved close to one of the young women and pulled out a pair of pliers. He plucked out several gold teeth from her mouth. “Why didn’t I think of that?” pondered Dram. When he was finished the Bard fixed his gaze on Dram again. “I will head back to my room now. You stay here and when I return we will leave.” It sounded like a poor idea to Dram. The Bard went up some back stairs. Dram moved over to wake up Dalin and Grog so they could get ready to go with the Bard too. “Damn fine ale here,” said Dalin groggily. </p><p>“What a great time, just like always,” agreed Grog </p><p>They went out the door weaving as they walked. Grog dragged a struggling Dram after him out into the dark night. “That one good inn,” said Grog.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="howandwhy99, post: 2762582, member: 3192"] Dram and Dalin looked around the smoky Dead Horse tavern. Unbathed men and women sat suspiciously sipping their drinks. Dalin noticed one table of customers dicing over in the corner. He decided not to join in right away. Grog moved over to an occupied table and sat down. The other occupants stood up and moved elsewhere. Dram and Dalin joined him. “Best ale in town!” said Grog again. A bar wench brought over a pitcher and they started drinking. After awhile Dram noticed a Bard come in and pluck away at his lute in another corner. No one paid him any attention. Dram and Dalin tried to strike up conversations with some of the other patrons. It took some doing, but they learned a bit of local gossip. Something large had been circling the skies above. Some thought it was a dragon. Others suggested it was something even more sinister. One man bemoaned the fact that almost all the Sky Knights were away. Dalin put two and two together. He guessed the knights were probably Kera’s contribution to the war effort. Another man told them a dark and terrible creature lived in the caves to the northeast. “I shouldn’t tell ya this, but ee’s preparin’ ta unleash the power of several volcanoes to destroy every human and our allies throughout the region.” Dram and Dalin took it with a grain of salt. Grog wanted to know more. He was seriously worried, but the man left after the half ogre took an interest in his ramblings. A group of licentious, young women walked inside later in the evening. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for,” said Dram. He succeeded in drawing one over to their table. She toyed with him, but did not sit down. She and her companions had heard a new, powerful ogre was rallying warriors to his standard up in the mountains. They were thinking of going to join in. “Maybe you should come?” she suggested. Dram hesitated. Grog did not speak, but his expression towards the woman spoke volumes. She decided not to wait around for an answer. “This isn’t exactly working,” said Dalin stating the obvious. Across the room the Bard finally began strumming a tune. He was pretty good. In fact, he was really, really good. The other patrons stood up and started to cheer. Then began singing along. Overcome with emotion Grog and Dalin stood up too and sang with big smiles on their faces. “Whoa…” said Dalin. “I feel weird.” Dram felt a bit woozy himself. The music sounded strange to him. “Must be the beer,” he told Dalin. It was uniformly bad. “I need to clear my head,” said Dram. He stood up to go outside for some fresh air. As he walked out the door a stranger bumped into him walking in. The stranger pushed hard. Dram braced himself and pushed back, harder. “I’m sorry,” said the stranger. Dram did not let him by. “I’m very sorry,” the man said again. Dram checked his own pockets for gold, then for his weapon. Both were still there. “Hmmmm….” He let the stranger go by into the tavern. Dram stood outside for a few minutes, clearing his head, and gathered his thoughts. He felt tired from the long day’s journey. Turning around he went back into the bar. All of the patrons and staff were slumped over in their chairs. There was no music either. Dram took a step inside and saw the Bard hunched over one of the patrons rifling through the man’s pockets. A flash of steel bounced off Dram’s shoulder and brushed near his face. The stranger was hiding behind the shadow of the door. Dram crouched and reached for his sword. Before he could unsheathe it the Bard turned around and tossed a dagger at Dram’s chest, right into his heart. It pierced his cloak and shirt, but it deflected off his hidden armor. Scrambling, Dram backed away towards Grog and Dalin who were both asleep. He shook them, but neither awoke. “There is no need for fighting,” said the Bard. Gracefully, he walked forward, picked up his dagger, and retreated to his stool and lute. Dram was in no mood for talking nice. Unshouldering his bow he fired two arrows. He hit the Bard straight in the back, but the arrow bounced off his cloak with a metal clang. His second arrow plunged deep into the other rogue’s neck. The stranger fell dead to the floor. Picking up his lute, the Bard strummed a peaceful little tune and Dram realized he had been in the wrong all along. This musician was not such a bad guy after all. “Help me collect my donations,” ordered the Bard. Dram nodded happily. He moved over to the rogue he had killed and searched the body. He recovered his arrow intact and found a solid gold arrow besides hidden in the man’s vest. “I’ll just put this with my other one from the Fair…” He seemed to have misplaced it. “Ah ha!” Secretly he hid his arrow just in case his new friend tried to take it as a donation. Next he moved to Grog and Dalin and tried to shake them awake again. “What are you doing?” asked the Bard. “They will help us?” “No!” The Bard changed demeanor. “I mean… they would want a big share. But let them keep theirs.” Dram moved away to the other patrons and searched for whatever valuables he could find. He collected over two hundred coins. It was mostly copper and some silver, but five gold pieces were in the barkeep’s till. The Bard moved close to one of the young women and pulled out a pair of pliers. He plucked out several gold teeth from her mouth. “Why didn’t I think of that?” pondered Dram. When he was finished the Bard fixed his gaze on Dram again. “I will head back to my room now. You stay here and when I return we will leave.” It sounded like a poor idea to Dram. The Bard went up some back stairs. Dram moved over to wake up Dalin and Grog so they could get ready to go with the Bard too. “Damn fine ale here,” said Dalin groggily. “What a great time, just like always,” agreed Grog They went out the door weaving as they walked. Grog dragged a struggling Dram after him out into the dark night. “That one good inn,” said Grog. [/QUOTE]
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