The Tavern.   Posted by The 400 Pound Gorilla.Group: 0
Luciano Cromdiir
 player, 25 posts
 HP: 90 Saves: +9/+11+/13
 Init: +15 AC: 16/15/12
Thu 27 Aug 2015
at 15:10
The Tavern
After a cursory glance at the other patrons, Luciano  ordered some red wine and sat down quietly. He examined everyone casually as he sipped his drink, wincing at the poor quality of the wine in contrast to his homeland. It is hard to hide his fascination with the human patrons however.
Idallo
 player, 15 posts
Thu 27 Aug 2015
at 15:41
The Tavern
Idallo walks into the tavern, a truly ghastly sight to behold. His black hair is patchy, having fallen out, and his black eyes are set in sunken, dry sockets and peer out across the tavern's inhabitants. His flesh, dry and cracked, seems like it has not seen moisture in decades. Were it not for the man's breathing and gentle humming, one might mistake him for a mummy. He sits at a table alone and pulls out a tome bound in dark leather and pores over it, ordering a simple meal of meat, cheese, and bread, as well as a flagon of ale when asked by the waitstaff.
Red Highcastle
 player, 35 posts
 HP: 130 Saves: 12/9/7
 Init: +12 AC: 33/16/28
Thu 27 Aug 2015
at 17:27
The Tavern
Yep.  It was a tavern.  That's what someone else had picked.  It wasn't Red's first choice of place, because the literal definition of tavern was kind of boring when it came to meet and greets.  But oh well.  Red skipped ahead of Arywl, determined to enjoy the night off.  Her daughter, Erika, was at the Red Wagon with Bruno and Sergeant Gant.  The two were on weapon maintenance detail, and for some crazy reason Red's daughter was into things that sliced, diced, chopped, slashed, smashed, bashed, cut, or broke other things.  Like mother like daughter.  Probably more like parents like daughter, but still.  It was a curiosity for a teenaged girl to be interested in weapons of war.

"Anyway, I'm not talking about it.  I do not want to hear the words Pecan Pie out of your mouth at all tonight.  I swear if you mention it, I'm gonna kick you in the balls."  Red grinned slyly.  "It's gonna hurt."  She grinned like the Cheshire Cat.  "It's gonna suck.  A lot."  Red beamed and yanked open the door.  She turned as it opened and leaned into it, holding it open.

Red opened the door to the smell of food cooking, a piece of wood burning in the fireplace that added a sweet, smoky smell, and of life going on around her.  Red took a minute to look while Arywl made his entrance.  Red didn't need to make one.  She just looked like a rock star.

Starting down and working up, Red was in knee high brown leather riding boots with slight heels that didn't do much for her already exotic, retarded tall self.  Her legs were amazing.  Just the right level of thick and toned.  She had on a soft leather skirt made of straps common among legionaries, and then a tight corset that revealed as much as it concealed, made of purple fabric and dark brown leather to match the skirt and boots.  The leather outfit barely confirmed itself as armor by giving Red leather gloves that went all the way up her forearms, exposing only her fingertips on each hand.  Red had on tasteful silver jewelry - two hooped earrings in each ear and a little stud in her nose.  Red had her hair pulled back and braided.  It was still damp from her bath earlier.  She even smelled like vanilla perfume.

She had a bastard sword in a scabbard on her back and a dagger failing to conceal itself in her left boot, too.

This chick was hot and she knew it.  She was a boss and she knew it.  If she was on the prowl, somebody was going to get lucky...

Red held the door just a second longer to poke out and check behind them for Rogash.  Sometimes the dwarf was hard to predict.  He was also known to lag behind due to his stumpy legs.  Glancing back at Arywl, Red added, "I want food.  I heard this place has really good duck and it serves chicken with some kind of crust on it and this insane lemon sauce.  I don't know which one I am gonna get."

This message was last edited by the player at 17:31, Thu 27 Aug 2015.

Idallo
 player, 16 posts
Thu 27 Aug 2015
at 18:32
The Tavern
The scantily-clad girl that entered the tavern brought a knowing smirk to Idallo's face. "You'll catch a cold like that..." he said, setting his tome down but holding his page with his thumb. "The weather isn't much agreeable to those who show so much weak, virgin skin." Whether the woman knew men or not wasn't what he was referring to, but rather her lack of heavy alchemical treatment. "I have more room at my table if you would like to discuss more prudent attire, among other things." The alchemist gestured to the empty chairs at the table he had taken.
Arywl Keshadae
 player, 21 posts
 Human Rogue/Fighter
Sat 29 Aug 2015
at 08:28
The Tavern
Arywl strode along through the town to the inn with Red.  He'd picked the place as they were known for their stew, duck of some sort and a roast chicken pie thing to die for as well as a decent apple pie.  Knowing Red, he figured that they would end up crawling through three or four more places before ending up who knows where with a fairly random number of people of various sexes piled in or outside of a bed.  He was ready to cut loose a bit and a soft whistle and smile were on his lips.

He gave Red a wry grin and little bow of the head as she held the door.  He was dressed as conservatively as she was flamboyant, the two of them complimenting each other with the perfect smoothness of long practice.  "Well, they have damn good apple pie here instead.  I'll buy us both a piece or two after some chicken.  Did I tell you the chicken was damn good."  He shook his head and gave her a friendly punch on the shoulder; "Kicking my balls would only dampen the fun for the night.  You'll have to wrestle me instead and the winner gets to be on top the first time."

He stepped inside, using attention she drew as the music stopped and every eyes swiveled to the door to move out of the doorway and scan the room for anything out of the ordinary.  They should be ok but Red still had enemies and there was that noble that was still sore about the emerald necklace he'd pinched three years ago to worry about.

He glanced over at the desiccated, mummy like figure and stepped over even as Red waited for the dwarf.  Most of the other tables were full of mercenaries, caravan guards and the whores servicing them.  He shrugged; "Sure, thanks for the offer bud.  I'm Arywl and this is Red.  The stuntie behind her is Rogash."

Red Highcastle
 player, 36 posts
 HP: 130 Saves: 12/9/7
 Init: +12 AC: 33/16/28
Sat 29 Aug 2015
at 17:00
The Tavern
"You'll just lose that too, and then I will have to spend all night on top doing all the work," Red blurted out in witty response to Arywl's friendly taunt even while her shoulder automatically tensed in anticipation of impact. Hitting Red was very much like hitting a wall.

When the corpsified looking guy that no doubt smelled like a lab said something negative about her appearance, Red immediately wrote him off with a judgmental smirk. Arywl could talk to him if he wanted. From the way Red saw it, she was most likely the most likely the most attractive female of any race to have stepped foot in this place. If she wasnt worthy of a man's sexual attention on how she was dressed alone, the guy simply didnt appreciate the female form. Red appreciated the female form and not just her own! Red found herself momentarily distracted by a young dark haired girl that energetically spun away from two buff and tired looking guys brandishing their empty beer glasses.

That girl was on point. Red wanted her, and flagged her specifically when the young woman came near. Red ordered a double shot of something strong and then a chaser to sip on. That was how it always started with Red...

Finally with double drinks in hand, Red turned her attention back to Arywl and his new friend. "So this guy who looks corpsified at best, insults the woman in a place you picked, and not only are you letting it slide, but you then chose to ignore said woman and take his seat. Joy."

Red sighed in dramatic fashion, rolled her eyes and then turned away. She downed the double shot, ordered another from the same cute server, tipped her well, and stayed posted up at the bar. Something interesting was bound to happen sooner or later.

This message was last edited by the player at 20:35, Sat 29 Aug 2015.

Arywl Keshadae
 player, 23 posts
 Human Rogue/Fighter
Sat 29 Aug 2015
at 22:06
The Tavern
Arywl looked over at Red and laughed as he rolled his eyes.  He noted her look at the pretty bar maid and understood how it would go. The only question now would be whether Red would catch the girl or someone else in the place first.  There would be time to join her at the bar chasing whatever came their way.  The dark haired bar maid was a good start but there would be others, especially the blond and brunette pair over with the wizard looking guy across the way.  One of the women had a vaguely priestess look going, maybe an outdoorsy type while the other definitely was a scout of sorts all in green.  He'd make his moves all in good time while he watched the fun whirl around Red for a bit and chatted with this odd ball corpse guy.

Waving over he called the dark haired bar maid; "A beer, a big one for me and whatever my desiccated friend here wants."  He leaned in and whispered to her when she approached to take their order; "The big red head is a noble going incognito, very wealthy but eccentric but she tips well."
Rogash Grimjaw
 player, 16 posts
 HP:120 Saves:+13/+6/+15
 Init:+7 AC: 21/11 /20
Sun 30 Aug 2015
at 10:51
The Tavern
The door to the tavern bangs open, and a short figure thumps into the room. Rogash's squat form appears wrapped in sturdy brown traveling clothes that suggest he may have slept under a large number of bridges. His red beard hangs down onto his chest, pulled together into three braids, while a similarly travel-marked brown cloth is wrapped around his head suggesting he may have been in the desert recently. A heavy warhammer hangs by his side, showing definite signs of use but still looking very capable. His eyes quickly scan the bar, looking for any of the number of people who might want to spill his blood at the moment. He wasn't aware of any of them bing in this area, but so many people get uppity when reminded they can't disrupt the world for their own gain.

 Seeing his companions already occupied and no one in the room who currently wants to kill him, he walks up to the bar with a mischievous grin on his face. He raps the fingers of his left hand on the bar, looking at the nearest staff member and saying loudly, "So I've been told that your apple pie here is good. Let me start with one of those and some ale."
Idallo
 player, 17 posts
Sun 30 Aug 2015
at 15:03
The Tavern
Idallo raises his brow in a bemused state of entertainment at the scene being laid out before him. The man who had sat down at his table and his companions were a fresh encounter compared to his previous travels. "This is quite a lively bunch you consort with." the alchemist said, "Have you known each other long?" The man's gaze flicked occasionally to the elf sipping wine quietly, a glint of distrust in his glassy eyes.
The 400 Pound Gorilla
 GM, 35 posts
Sun 30 Aug 2015
at 20:00
The Tavern
OOC: Since you all rolled with a tavern let's get this thing going.

You all had been heading down the Great River to the capital of Lower Lete, Thrain. Originally called The White Fort it had been renamed a few hundred years ago in honor of the first King of Lower Lete. It was a sprawling metropolis of stone, wood and water. There were more boats in Thrain than horses and for good reason: Outside of a few notable exceptions there weren't any roads. Thrain was a city of the river and the coast.

To get to Thrain you had to travel south and thanks to several wagons had just formed caravan and moved on the eastern bank of the Great River. You all had traveled west initially from the outskirts of the Aura Desert in search of greener pastures so to speak; For Idallo and Luciano that meant the great Mage Guild of Lower Lete. For Rogash that meant a pilgrimage to Arcane Rock, the only temple to Phalanx in Lower Lete. For Red and Arwyl it meant getting far far away from Demenian Legionnaires who had recently conquered Red's homeland. Banishment was a stipulation of her release. Alone or together hadn't mattered much. There weren't many routes to the capital so it was no surprise that you all found yourselves in the town of Whitewater.

Whitewater was aptly named. Nestled in the small Black Mountains chain, this stretch of the Great River was full of dangerous rapids and falls. The River dropped nearly forty feet in Whitewater. The town had built a huge system of locks, canals, and cranes to move boats from the upper falls down to the calmer waters below. The town existed to maintain that system. As a side effect though it was a rather successful trade hub, and it did well for itself. This wasn't a poor town. Despite its working class roots Whitewater was full of wealthy merchants and traders. Without Whitewater the river would be impossible here.

The tavern you all found yourselves in at the moment was called the Whitewater Ale House and its specialty was Great River Ale, a full bodied affair served just below room temperature. You were all in here enjoying a break from the road. The door opened one more time and a rather official looking gentleman walked in with what were clearly two bodyguards and another rather official looking gentleman. The first man was definitely deferring to the second. The second was tall and thin with a hooked nose. He had on fine clothing made of silk, common among nobles in Lower Lete. His were red and gray. His sleeves were big and had a diamond pattern down their length before coming to a neat cuff at his wrist. He wore several expensive looking rings. On his back was a thin black cloak with a hood. It was late summer, and not cold enough for anything heavier. Instead this was for shade and perhaps to keep water out. It was fastened with a chain and clasp. The clasp was embellished with the royal standard: A gold disc with a rampant black lion. This lion held a white scroll, marking him as an emissary of some sort.

The other man, shorter, thicker, and more than a little nervous pointed at all of you. "I told you they were all here." The fact that you were all recognized wasn't uncommon. It was rare that anyone reached your level of expertise with what you did. It was even rarer that you would all end up in the same place at the same time.

The tall man nodded and waved the other man off, "Yes. Yes. Thank you. The King will hear of your assistance with this matter. You may go. Take your goons with you."

The short man looked a little bewildered and glanced at all of you nervously, "M-My Lord, do you think that wise? One of them is an... An elf, My Lord."

The thin man scoffed and rolled his eyes, "I can assure you if any of them were here to cause trouble your guards will just end up dead like the rest of us. Now leave, and take them with you." The other man bowed fifteen times more than necessary as he backed out of the tavern, his bodyguard in tow.

The thin man, now alone, took a few more steps in and handed his cloak to a quickly approaching tavern owner, who seemed thrilled to have such a plenipotentiary in his establishment. The man regarded all of you, trying to decide the best approach with all of you.

Idallo, Red, and Arwyl recognize the man immediately. This was Lord Advisor Pleius. Pleius spoke and acted on behalf of the King and with the King's full authority. No other man in Lower Lete, aside from the King of course, had such power. If he was here the King had decided he had business with all of you.
Red Highcastle
 player, 40 posts
 HP: 130 Saves: 12/9/7
 Init: +12 AC: 33/16/28
Mon 31 Aug 2015
at 06:23
The Tavern
Red seemed genuinely pleased when Rogash pulled his stumpy self up on the barstool next to her and loudly proclaimed the desire for apple pie.  When he did, Red sort of smirked at him.  She leaned in close.  "I think the food was a lie.  This place is known for it's ale."  She frowned.  Then Red slid around in the stool so she could lean on the bar and look over her shoulder.  To make herself more comfortable, she unstrapped the bastard sword on her back and leaned it between herself and the dwarf with the hilt resting neatly on the bartop for balance, weight distribution, and all of that.  Sometimes using a sword five feet in length had advantages that weren't combat related.

Red glanced around the room to the two other interesting characters, pointing them out to the dwarf.  "There is an elf over there.  I only know that because he's all by himself and hasn't gotten anything other than dirty looks from everyone in this place.  That's fine by me.  He's an elf.  Don't know him.  Don't want to know him."  She shrugged and moved on.  "That guy over there at the table with Arywl is weird.  He opened up with insulting my appearance.  Who does that?"  Red looked down at herself.  "I'm ridiculously sexy, right?"  She looked down at herself again in exaggerated exasperation.

She looked around again, spotting and pointing out the cute slightly-darker skinned, raven-haired barmaid with very nice curves moving around the tables with catlike agility.  "I haven't gotten her name yet, but that's our server.  I wanna take her home."  Red giggled behind a long sip of her beer.  She looked at the beer and frowned.  "I would have thought that surely there would be a bard or something.  Honestly, I'm starving and I got an awesome halfling cook back at the Red Wagon.  I pay him a lot and make sure he has stockpiles of ingredients to work with.  I give it another five minutes or so."

Unfortunately, five minutes didn't get there.  It wasn't long after Red said that when the King's man appeared.  Red immediately narrowed her eyes.  That wasn't her king.  This wasn't her king's man.  The king she served died on the field of battle at the hands of Demenian Legionaries.  Red knew.  She was there.  She seen it with her own eyes.

Red's eyes stayed on the man, sharp and focused in spite of the alcohol.  When he looked at her, Red let him.  She also let him see that she was staring him right back in the eyes, gauging him, building a physical profile, checking him out and judging him by every movement he made and word he spoke.  Red's eyes never left the man, not even when she took a sip of her beer.  The beer had grown sour, but it could have been Red's mood.  It was the icy, distant stare of a hostile predator deciding when to kill.  Not how.  When.

Red set the half full beer mug on the bartop without looking away.  Her hand very seriously grabbed the hilt of her sword.  She moved it so it sat between her knees and crossed feet.  Her thumb pushed up on the steel cross guard releasing just and inch of the blade.  It had a mostly concealed soft red glow warming up.  The glow would spring to life only when the sword was removed completely from the scabbard.  But this should function just fine as a warning.

Still without looking away, Red addressed Rogash in a low voice.  "My father is...was... a General.  I was sent to the academy almost immediately after I had Erika.  I gave the military six years of my life.  10 more in the Royal Guard.  Then another year in a Demenian prison as a way of saying thank you.  And all I have to show for is it my kid's father still locked away in prison, a father who wants nothing to do with his grand daughter, and the joy of being exiled."  Red's foot started rapidly tapping on the ring at the bottom of the stool.

She was escalating.

Fast.

"If I can't at least have some good food and a good fuck in peace before moving onto the next town, I'm damned sure gonna have a good fight!"  Red's words were still low, and clearly directed in Rogash's direction.  It was also clear that even though Red's reasons might be perfectly valid, she was growing irrationally hostile...
Idallo
 player, 18 posts
Mon 31 Aug 2015
at 07:11
The Tavern
Idallo straightened up immediately when Lord Advisor Pleius entered the establishment. When pointed to, he looked to the rest of those called out and frowned. The self-centered, hothead companion of the man sitting at his table seemed to be involved. The alchemist felt this may only complicate things. When he saw the woman go for her sword, he spoke up to catch Arwyl's attention. "She needs shorter leash and less weaponry," the mummified man said, "Else she will soon end up dead at the hand of those loyal to the king." Idallo removed his cloak and the veritable armory of alchemical weaponry he wore within easy reach immediately because apparent. The man had made a name for himself as a renowned mageslayer; he wouldn't shy away from a tussle with the redhead whelp if need be.
Arywl Keshadae
 player, 26 posts
 Human Rogue/Fighter
Mon 31 Aug 2015
at 08:20
The Tavern
Arywl split his attention between the pair of women in the corner, the odd looking guy at the table with him and Red.  He'd recognized that she was on a prime riff and it could only in with violence, either in bed or with broken chairs and broken heads or both.  He'd been around long enough to be confident in dealing with whatever came down, not the least because both he and Red were damn capable in their own ways and together.

He took the mug of ale from the dark haired bar maid and sighed.  For a moment he ignored Idallo as he savored the crisp drink.  "Now that's damn good."  Wiping the foam from his mouth he set the half empty mug down on the table and looked at the other man.  "I've known the fiery one for the better part of 15 years, the dwarf about three."  He chuckled; "And lively ain't the half of it."

The nobles entering caught his entire attention.  He recognized the first man, a big wheel in the kingdom.  His appearance could only mean trouble which meant opportunity.  Arywl felt and itch growing between his shoulder blades as he contemplated action.  A glance at Red convinced him that action was closer than anyone knew given she was flashing her sword.

Shaking his head he finished his ale and rose from the table.  "No, she just needs action in the sack and in combat, maybe both all together.  It always works out you know."

Arywl walked over to the bar to stand next to Red.  He saw the barely leashed anger and caught her eye.  He'd caught the last of her response to Rogash and knew what was coming.  Leaning in he spoke directly to Red. "Between the brunette bar maid and the pair in the corner I think we'll get laid before the night is out.  When have I been wrong?  Now let's see what this guy wants."

Turning, Arywl bowed very slightly to the noble.  It was always better to be on the offense and put your opponents and allies in a reaction mode.  "Lord Pleius, join us for an ale and a rack of lamb.  I hear both are well made here and go well together."
Rogash Grimjaw
 player, 17 posts
 HP:120 Saves:+13/+6/+15
 Init:+7 AC: 21/11 /20
Mon 31 Aug 2015
at 08:47
The Tavern
Rogash raises an eyebrow at Red, recognizing quickly that the stress of the heavy load placed on Red was wearing her out.

He speaks quickly to Red, his voice pitched for only her to hear.

"We've dealt with a lot of short-sighted fools. You know who you are, don't let any of these fools here sway you otherwise. Your chef is excellent, but some ale and pie sound good. Give it enough time to at least talk to the barmaid."

Hoping that helps take Red's edge off, he takes a long draw on his ale while he waits for his pie. Seeing the nobleman enter, Rogash is alarmed by the appearance of someone who so clearly doesn't fit their surroundings. Hearing the effect the appearance of the nobleman had on Red, he grew increasingly concerned at the chance he would have no time to enjoy a fine apple pie tonight. His mind races as he tries to sort out the best way to deal with the situation, he observes Idallo throwing back his cloak and revealing his weaponry, and is vexed by the fact that everyone seems determined to make things difficult. Trying to be unobtrusive, he waves one hand at Idallo, his palm down in an attempt to demonstrate that the situation was under control, and no intervention was needed.

Seeing Red growing increasingly agitated at the arrival of the nobleman, he shakes his head with worry. Trying to be unobtrusive, and hoping it doesn't cost him his hand, he reaches out a hand and rests it lightly on the forearm of Red's swordarm. He whispers urgently, "Let's see what happens here. This fellow shouldn't be here, let's see what he has to say. Murdering every fool here won't resolve anything that troubles you. Remember that I said I will help you try to resolve things as much as I can aid you. And for me being purely selfish, I would like to avoid a repeat of what happened when that one bastard mage's brother showed up. Neither of them understood they could not warp the world to their will, and we showed them how wrong they were. That foolishness left me with scars that still ache when the weather changes. You helped me deal with that fool, and I will help you with what weighs on your mind.  But for now, relax, drink, try to make 'friends' with the maid, and let's see what the fancy man says. He isn't worth the effort of having to flee from here after we smash him to bits."

Rogash glances at his friend, concern flashing across his face. Once he catches her eye, he gives her a mischievous wink, and then calls out, "Could I get my pie now please?"
Idallo
 player, 20 posts
Mon 31 Aug 2015
at 15:54
The Tavern
Idallo watched Arwyl and Rogash speak to Red; he cocked his head in curiosity to see how they would soothe the woman's fires. The alchemist looked to his once-again empty table, towards the party at the bar, the elf, and then Lord Advisor Pleius. The meal that was placed before him was soon pushed away as the man leaned forward, intent on watching how the situation was to play out. He folded his cloak neatly and placed it in his bag. From inside the bag he pulled two stones and a compass; the former he released into orbits around his head and the former he tucked neatly into a pouch on his belt. Idallo noticed nobody had thought to set aside the woman's sword. "Interesting..." he muttered to himself.
Gwyn the Fair
 player, 22 posts
 HP: 116 Saves: 4/11/6
 Init: +2 AC: 21/12/19
Mon 31 Aug 2015
at 17:22
The Tavern
Gwyn looked up in mid-laugh at the official arrival, she had been telling a funny story to a small throng of admirers, all of whom were immediately cowed and silenced by the officialdom.

Cocking her head to one side she regarded the official, a herald by the look of him and the way he clearly projected his voice.  Excusing herself from her situation, she gathered the hem of her skirt and rose to approach the herald curtseying before addressing him.

"Greetings, I am afraid you have the advantage of me Herald.  I do know your name," she did not bother to give her own as he seemed to know it and generally when she arrived in a town to perform, word got around quickly.



13:23, Today: Gwyn the Fair rolled 25 using 1d20+15.  diplomacy, .

This message was last edited by the player at 17:24, Mon 31 Aug 2015.

The 400 Pound Gorilla
 GM, 37 posts
Tue 1 Sep 2015
at 01:48
The Tavern
The owner made his way over to Pleius doing what he could to make the lord welcome. Pleius let him go through the routine while fishing out four large, platinum coins. He physically put them in the owner's hands. <ered>"Everything anyone in here orders tonight is on me."</red> The tavern owner, a stout, short man, was in shock, but not going to argue. Pleius seemed pleased by the reaction and clapped the man on the shoulder. "Really. It's fine. Bring me lamb and beer!" His words were met with instant cheers and shouts and applause. That seemed to embarrass him a little, but he smiled, deep lines forming at the corners of his mouth and crow's feet appearing at the corners of his eyes.

The walk across the tavern and weaving throw the tables and chairs gave everyone time to examine him. He was unarmed. His clothing was fashionable but comfortable. Pleius had wavy dark gray hair. As if it couldn't decide if it wanted to be completely gray or stay brown. Pleius wasn't pale nor overly tanned. As he walked he stopped to acknowledge a thank you from other patrons and pat them on the shoulder. Pleius seemed to genuinely like the interactions despite being a little embarrassed by them. It was sort of endearing.

Finally sitting down Pleius smiled wide at Arwyl and the others. "Thank you for the invitation, Sir. You honor me with your invitation, and please, call me Pleius. The title is useful at court, but I find it tiresome." His beer arrived and he took a long sip and let out a contented sigh. "It's a pity my duties do not permit me this far north often. The beer alone is worth the trip." He looked at the bard and waved her over, "Pleius Cornellus. You are none other than Gwyn the Fair. Arywl Keshadae, Rogash Grimjaw, and Red Highcastle." He looked to Idallo and waved him over, "You are the alchemist Idallo. It is auspicious that all of you would be here and it is a great honor to meet all of you." Pleius was genuine, even deferential with all of you as he acknowledged you all by name. "And please, there is no need for violence. I am here on business, but it can wait until the morning if any of you are interested. For now, I am as road weary and hungry as you. Let us eat, drink and be merry!" His words brought another cheer from the crowd. "I'm sure all of you have wondrous tales to delight us with!"

There was another moment of cheering around the tavern as food and drinks began to pour out from the kitchen, brought out by staff that the owner doubtlessly had to fetch from their homes. The owner was positively responding to the gift of platinum correctly. Service from here on in tonight would be nothing short of perfection. A huge slice of apple pie and another beer arrived for Rogash.
Luciano Cromdiir
 player, 27 posts
 HP: 90 Saves: +9/+11+/13
 Init: +15 AC: 16/15/12
Tue 1 Sep 2015
at 19:35
The Tavern
Luciano watched the interactions silently until now. He felt more comfortable approaching them now that he had a rough idea of who they were: the brash human redheaded warrior, the honest dwarven cleric, the sly rogue, the beautiful and diplomatic bard, and the mummified alchemist (who looked familiar now that the word magehunter had been mentioned).

Luciano approached the group cautiously, wine in hand. He stood close by but was wary of their reactions. He wasn't afraid, but at this point it had become a reflex.  As he came up to the group and gave a slight bow as he spoke to Pleius:
"Good day, Sir Pleius. It was quite generous of you to offer everyone food and drink. My next glass of wine shall be a much better vintage."

He gave each individual a nod while grinning: "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Luciano Cromdiir. No need to fear; I am an elf but I promise I won't bite!"
Red Highcastle
 player, 45 posts
 HP: 130 Saves: 12/9/7
 Init: +12 AC: 33/16/28
Tue 1 Sep 2015
at 21:11
The Tavern
Red thumped the point of her scabbard on the floor when Arywl and Rogash both spoke to her.  She seemed distant, but anyone who actually knew her knew she was listening.  The sword clicked closed in the scabbard immediately following the thunk.  "Okay.  Fine.  You stay.  My mood is soured beyond repair this night."  She slid off the stool to her feet and moved forward thankful for only one thing - anyone with any sort of warrior's skill now knew who she was and made a hole as she made her way towards the door.

Without looking back or uttering a word she left.

OOC:  There.  I'm lifted out of the scene now.
Gwyn the Fair
 player, 24 posts
 HP: 116 Saves: 4/11/6
 Init: +2 AC: 21/12/19
Tue 1 Sep 2015
at 22:05
The Tavern
"Well sire, you certainly know how to warm the mood of a room," Gwyn remarked, as her pheasant arrived with wild mushroom and currant dressing.  Thanking her sudden host for her feast she set to enjoying it.
Luciano Cromdiir
 player, 28 posts
 HP: 90 Saves: +9/+11+/13
 Init: +15 AC: 16/15/12
Tue 1 Sep 2015
at 22:43
The Tavern
Luciano smiled meekly in thanks. Having been greeted without outright hostility, he sat down at the table. At the same time, the host brought out the brothy stew with braided bread he had ordered. He ate slowly and quickly, taking everything in.  He was still a little bit overwhelmed with the fast pace and loudness of humans (and dwarf) but he found it fascinating.
Arywl Keshadae
 player, 29 posts
 Human Rogue/Fighter
Wed 2 Sep 2015
at 06:01
Re: The Tavern
Arywl frowned as the elf approached.  That the noble seemed comfortable with him was disturbing and while he would tolerate the treacherous git his eyes would still be watching for some dark deed.  More attention getting was Red's departure from the inn.  He'd recognized that she was in a deep, dark mood getting only worse as the night went on.  It was best for now to let her go off, blow through some heat and then track her down for perhaps some more focused and less crowded activities.  Meanwhile he'd see what Pleius wanted with them.  That an important noble of the court came here and sought them all out by name spoke of something of note.

"Thank you Pleius,"
Arywl seemed comfortable shifting to the more casual use of his name.  "You are most generous tonight with the crowd here.  I think you may be the most popular man in town, at least as long as the money lasts."  He sat and refilled his tankard.  "There is little in life that can't wait for a night of good food, drink and company." Arywl raised his own tankard.  "It is a honor to meet you as well Pleius.  I would hear your business but for now let's enjoy the famous ale, the lamb and the apple pie."  At the mention of stories his eyes sought out the pretty bard with careful consideration.
Keanna Dessirra
 player, 9 posts
 Dwarven Monk
Wed 2 Sep 2015
at 12:18
Re: The Tavern
A dwarf, short in stature and of breath, bustles into the bar. Despite being conditioned into the strict timetables of cloistered monastic mountain life, she is too focussed on meditation to be able to continue this in the wider world, despite her new calling as bodyguard to Gwyn the Fair.

She is dressed in the simple dark grey robes of a monk of the Order of Balance, with a silver-flecked cloak about her neck. A hooked temple sword is slung into a wide belt, a quarterstaff stuffed through the straps of her bulky backpack. As she walks, her pockets clink as if dozens of small metallic items are clicking together. Beneath an attractive bronze headband, her slate blue eyes are visible through the folds of her hood. Waves of red hair are tucked neatly out of sight, and at her neck, a mithril chain hangs down into the robes below. A ring adorns each hand.

She glances about hurriedly, finds her mistress, then hustles over to the table where the bard is apparently in conversation with a motley collection of dwarves, humans and ... an elf? She rubs her fists together, producing a curious rumbling noise which can barely be heard over the din of the bar.

"M'lady, please forgive my tardy appearance. But as Balance teaches, Walk as if you are kissing Doma with your feet."
Gwyn the Fair
 player, 25 posts
 HP: 116 Saves: 4/11/6
 Init: +2 AC: 21/12/19
Wed 2 Sep 2015
at 13:42
Re: The Tavern
"What news do you bring from his majesty, sire?" Gwyn asked they benefactor.  She took a sip wine as she awaited the answer.
Rogash Grimjaw
 player, 20 posts
 HP:120 Saves:+13/+6/+15
 Init:+7 AC: 21/11 /20
Thu 3 Sep 2015
at 19:49
Re: The Tavern
Rogash sits and looks at Pleius and says, "Thank you for your generosity. Now if you don't mind, might I ask the reason for it, and why you are so informed about the lot of us?"

He finishes with a grin, and begins to devour the slice of pie.

Close observation,  however, would show his eyes flitting to the door where Red left. Although he knew she likely would benefit most from time alone to unwind, he still worried about his friend and the weight of the burdens on her.