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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 1:23:17 GMT -4
Many days have passed since you have had a decent nights rest. For whatever reason you have come upon the town of Ironhaven, seeking lodging in the local tavern, The New Beginnings Tavern. The tavern is a single story stone-walled building, with a heather-thatched roof. Accommodations consist of several small rooms with wooden cots. A slim female half-elf, with disheveled silver hair pushed up by a simple headband, stands behind the bar and looks up at you when you enter, then returns to her work. Several patrons are found within the tavern, drinking, eating, and conversing. What will you do? Attachments:
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 24, 2016 1:46:44 GMT -4
He Walks up to the barkeep and flourishes his cloak." My dear barkeep i have been on the roads for many days an nights i have need of a nights rest and some of your fine food and ale." he takes from his travelers pack a polished wood harp case" i can delight your fine inn with some tales and songs for some dinner and a nights rest". stroking his long grey mustache with one hand he looks around the common room eyeing the crowd.
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 1:52:35 GMT -4
Unsure how to react to such a strange man, she looks at you, bewildered for a moment. She responds in a soft voice "Sir, we offer bed, food, and drink for coin. The folks here aren't interested in your fancy shows, only a full belly and a warm bed."
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 24, 2016 2:03:12 GMT -4
He lifts an eyebrow and stows his harp case back in is pack" Well thank you for your hospitality i will take one of your rooms and a fine meal" he takes out a coin purse and pays the food and room and sits at table near the fire and begins to eat his meal. after he is done he sips at an ale while he tunes his harp. He looks for a group of patrons that are talking and maybe even intoxicated to gather information from. he chuckles softly to himself realizing old habits are hard to kick. He still looks tho hoping to find a table to maybe entertain for a bit of coin and the enjoyment of the telling.
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 2:08:42 GMT -4
There seems to be a group of particularly talkative patrons in the corner of the establishment, sitting by the side of an open window. Several empty tankards and plates sit upon their table.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 24, 2016 2:15:24 GMT -4
He grabs his tankard of ale and goes over to the table" Hello friends! Im a travel to these parts and it sound like you were having a good time. Care if i join you this fine night"?
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 9:02:35 GMT -4
The five men turn to look at you. Two Humans, who appear to be brothers judging by their matching black hair. A Dwarf with a thick brown beard pulled into a single brass cuff, and glistening with so much ale it could probably fill a tankard. A Halfling standing in his seat so that he can reach the table and see his friends. And a Half-Elf with short, messy dirty blonde hair. Each in nothing more than simple clothing. They each give you their own strange look before shrugging to one and other gesturing for you to grab a chair and join them.
It seems your normally suiting charismatic ways are not, usual, around these parts. The people here almost seem to take offense from your words, but accept you as a foreigner.
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Post by Horgrim Bryver on Jan 24, 2016 13:49:46 GMT -4
Having made his journey thus far and in dear need of some nourishment, a gnome in bulky robes adorned with whirring and clicking magical gizmos aplenty shuffles into the tavern. Without haste he makes his way up to the bar maiden and orders a plate of food and a tankard of ale, almost immediately placing his coin purse on the table readily awaiting his meal. As his stomach grumbles and his magical gadgets lull to a stop, he feels the need for some company to share his feast with and takes a look around the room for a place to make some acquaintances.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 24, 2016 14:12:46 GMT -4
He sits down and takes out his coin purse" next rounds on me then. So tell me about your fine town and the area i am stranger to these parts as you can tell"
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 14:13:12 GMT -4
There are several patrons throughout the tavern. A group of 3 humans, a dwarf, a half-elf, and a halfing, one of the humans seeming out of place of the others. A pair of dwarves, who seem to be trying to drink each other under the table. A few other Humans Dwarves and Half-Elves are scattered around. A black Dragonborn sits in a corner by the fire, still wearing his armor, shield resting against the table. He slowly sips his dark brew, and munches on his roast chicken.
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 14:46:57 GMT -4
He sits down and takes out his coin purse" next rounds on me then. So tell me about your fine town and the area i am stranger to these parts as you can tell" The dwarf, wiping the ale from his beard while grabbing another, looks to you in excitement. "Well, wha' would ye like ta know? We got mines ta the west, an' a lumbar yard ta th' east. Poor farmland ta the south are bein' o'errun and trampled by the centaurs, but it happens er'y couple o' years" |
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 24, 2016 15:01:59 GMT -4
He sits down and takes out his coin purse" next rounds on me then. So tell me about your fine town and the area i am stranger to these parts as you can tell" The dwarf, wiping the ale from his beard while grabbing another, looks to you in excitement. "Well, wha' would ye like ta know? We got mines ta the west, an' a lumbar yard ta th' east. Poor farmland ta the south are bein' o'errun and trampled by the centaurs, but it happens er'y couple o' years" "oh you have a problem with centaurs in these parts? They are such a kind people from the lands i come from nature loves they hate it when when folks hurt their gardens. i have actually entertained a centaur high chieftain with the stories of the great hunt for the horn of heroes. oh i'm rambling" he takes a large swig of ale and notices the odd looking gnome arrive. |
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 15:14:33 GMT -4
The Half Elf speaks up.
"Oh, no, you misunderstand. The centaurs aren't a problem. This is just part of their migration cycle. They actually bring many exotic goods with them. The people of this town look forward to the centaur herds for generations!"
He takes out a fine dagger with an ivory hilt.
"I traded them some pelts for this beauty!"
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Jan 24, 2016 15:14:38 GMT -4
A sudden noise halts the lull of tavern ambiance as the door crashes open. Through it stumbles a woman, an elf in battered leather armor, her ivory skin painted in various contusions and wounds. Through her tousled onyx hair, two piercing cobalt eyes plead. It appears as though she struggles to keep her breath and maintain her balance, half-keeled in obvious pain.
She looks around to the various patrons, finally meeting stares with the barkeep. "Please," she blurts out, swaying. The words come with obvious difficulty. "Please, tell me... where..." Her voice trails and her eyes roll back, her legs collapsing from beneath her as she crumples to the floor.
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 15:22:45 GMT -4
Everyone turns and looks at the elf who has burst through the door. The Barmaid rushes over to her side as she collapses. The Half-Elf barmaid looks up and into the corner by the fire. "Amarthon! Help!" The Dragonborn rises from his meal, mouth still full, and rushes toward the elf, kicking over his shield in the process. He kneels beside her and slips his scaled hands beneath her back and behind the knees and carriers her over to the hearth and gently places her down. One of his black armored hands glows in a faint radiant light as he whispers to himself, and places the hand on the Elf's chest. Attachments:
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