World of Low'verok

[Rayex]

Gryxas Male Dwarven Monk4 of the Stone Flyer Order

This is certainly not what I expected.... No matter though, I will find what I am searching for, I am certain of it! I only wish i knew what it is I am searching for....

Gryxas walks around the city, taking inn all the new and unfamiliar impressions. After all those years training at the monastery, this is certainly something new for him. All these people! After several hours of walking around, just wathing and listening, he figures it would be nice with a drink.
"The Drunk Duck?" he mutters to himself. "This should be fairly amusing."
He walks in, then makes a full stop just inside the door. "Oh my.." he whispers, seemingly almost stunned.

 

[Graywolf-ELM]

Draxiksus Lizardfolk Ranger lvl 2

Wincing a little from the pain, Draxiksus recovers his bow, and calmly unstrings it. Weapons are returned to their rightful places.

"Do not be concsserned Rokelsssh. I will recover from my injury. It isss difficult to ssstrike what you cannot sssee without proper training. Thisss isss a dire creature and it will not trouble more travellersss."

Draxiksus tends his wounds as best he can[OOC with a 1 in Heal, woulda made sense to take points in this], and prepares to resume his watch. Seeing Elexia awake, he approaches.

"White Mother, I hope we did not disssturb your ressst, the danger isss passst. We have more travel in the ssswamplandsss when the golden orb takesss the sssky."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"Oh my! You've been hurt. Please come sit with me my brave one. Let Alnaria's gentle caress ease your pains." Elexia says dismounting Charity and walking up to the Lizardman.
"I am sorry. When I woke to see you both gone I didn't think it wise to leave the rest unguarded. What did this to you Draxiksus?"

 

[passengerpigeon]

Gadjo has nearly reached the end of his rope; he's tired of mindless running, of always being afraid. When he saw the advertisement by the Adventurer's Guild, the penny finally dropped. "Better to be this than nothing at all," he muttered to himself in his native tongue, and he gruffly signed his name to the roster.

Now, trying to reassure himself that the course he has so abruptly chosen is the right one, he sits in the Drinking Duck, softly running his fingers across the skin and bells of his tambourine and trying hard to lose himself in the intertwining chants and melodies of his people -- but the harder he tries, the more he sees the image of his father, singing beside a fire, teaching him the music he now parades before countless outsiders for the price of a night's bread.

--p

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Gryxas, as you walk in the door, the tamborine-playing bard is performing an oddly compelling beat, along with some exotic chanting and intertwining melodies. Making your way up to the bar, you order some weak ale. You notice that everyone keeps a grip on their mug, as any mug that is left unattended is snatched away by the duck and drank. It apparently can even grasp the big handles of the mugs to scoot them away from their owners. Any leftover drink goes into the "duck's mug" in the middle of the bar, an oversized mug whimsically painted with tipsy water fowl.*

*Gadjo, as you play your music, a particularly graceful dwarf comes into the Drunk Duck. He raises an eyebrow at the mascot, but sits down with an ale, looking cautiously around the room. He looks a far cut above the usual clientelle of sailors, tradesmen, thieves, and other street trash, and looks like he could handle himself in a fight.*

~~~

*Elexia rushes forward, Laylyn fluttering to her shoulder, to heal Draxiksus. She places her hands on the lizardman's burn marks, and he feels almost as if tiny little hatchling's hands are helping to push the wounds closed. It feels almost entirely better now.*

*That small crisis averted, the party can continue their journey down to Gajin. Several days later, finally reaching the end of Skord's Swamp, and entering mildly drier land, they reach their destination. Gajin is not the nicest of cities, it is very squalid in some areas, and crime is a constant problem. However, you were hired to bring healing herbs here, and that you did.*

*You roll the wagons (Skord's treasure wrapped and covered with canvas to avoid flashing your wealth about) to the Healer's Guild. Healer Embracon, and she has a broad smile on her face.*

"You made excellent time! I'm so glad, we really needed these," she says cheerfully, helping you unload them. "And here's you pay, as promised, one hundred fifty gold apiece. I'll be putting a recommendation in with the Adventurer's Guild for you too."

*Your pay comes in small leather bags, tied with a red-dyed cord. Heading over to the Adventurer's Guild, you can tell them of your latest exploits, so that they can keep track of the kinds of things you're good at. When you start talking about Skord, the old half-elf at the counter takes you into a back room to get your story.*

"You ended up killing Skord?!" he says his eyes wide with shock. "How did that happen, exactly?"

[OOC - Just trying to move the plot along]

 

[Rayex]

Gryxas Male Dwarven Monk4 of the Stone Flyer Order

How amusing, they actually got a Drunk Duck here! This is something to remember, for sure. If this is life in the city, so far I like it.

Gryxas finds a seat and accepts the mug of ale with gratitude. After a few minutes he get uncomfortably aware of the bard watching him but, he pretends not to notice. Still some minutes passes before Gryxas turns to the barkeep. "Greetings to you! Seeing as I am qutie new here in Gajin, I am just curios about what there is to do in this lovely city of yours."
Gryxas unconciously rubs his nose, or rather where his nose should have been, if he had one.

 

[Graywolf-ELM]

Draxiksus male Lizardfolk Ranger lvl 2

Not knowing what to expect, the new smells and human living conditions are unusual to Drax. The Healer's guild seems like a quiet refuge from the town. If asked, Drax will tell of the way the party rushed into the village, and began healing and caring for the wounded, while Kobold assassins were still nearby, and the threat of Skord was still unknown to them. Otherwise he will remain silent and watchful while out in the town.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Gryxas, the barkeep gives you a once-over, but in this city your face is probably not the only one of its type he's seen. He gives a snort of laughter at your question.*

"'Tis not a lovely city, master dwarf. Hard, busy, interestin', or hole in the ground yes, lovely, no. But aye, there's plenty to do here, 'specially if you be a sailor. Or mayhaps one of those adventurer types. We always have caravans that need guardin' or ships that need tending', if yer lookin' fer work. Oh, fer entertainment we got Gadjo over there, and he's a fair songster. Ye git some good rat fights or dog fights in some places near the docks. I know there's a good theater or two, and plenty of places wit' lovely ladies! Bards on lots of corners, and a fair bit of travelin' acrobats or gypsy fortune-tellers and the like, mostly in the square, that kind of thing," the barkeep says genially. "Be you wantin' some stew with that ale there?"

~~~

*The half-elf chronicler listens to Draxiksus' story with great interest, noting it down carefully.*

"So that's why your tribe stopped sending things down here," he mutters, "We thought... something else. Well, can the rest of you fill me in on the rest of the story?"

 

[Rayex]

Gryxas Male Dwarven Monk4 of the Stone Flyer Order

What a spledid oportunity! There's adventure in one form or another on every streetcorner. All the posibilities! Kwarl never told me life outside the monastery was like this.

"Oh... In that case... Yes, I believe I would like some stew, yes." he answers with an unsure smile.
Gryxas looks around himself once more, thinking of what to do next.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"There ya go, three copper for that," the barkeep says, sliding over a spicy-smelling fish stew.

*The bard in the corner finally has a break and goes over to the bar to claim some ale to clear his throat.*

*Gadjo, as you approach the bar you can see the remarkably unlovely dwarf sitting there. Though he is badly scarred, perhaps from a beast, his eyes are kindly and warm.*