Onyx moves into the room and heads for the back counter.  As he approaches he quickly takes in all that he sees getting a quick lay of the room, number and compliment of attendees, and what if any weapons are visibly present.  Once he's taken stock of the situation he sits at the counter, if a stool is open, and places two gold coins on the surface sliding one forward and keeping the other under his finger.

Without looking up he remarks, "Javoari is it?  What's the story...seems like there is a bit more to this place than expected."

In reply to Onyx (msg # 36):

Stoney stays close to his "friends", pulls up a seat at the counter.
Careful not to speak over Onyx, waiting his turn.
Happy to be back inside, and near beer, or ale.
Can I get a pint?  It sure is thick fog tonight!

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 37):

Larzander handed the man the gold piece and entered following Stoney to the bar. "A pint for me as well, Misses." the large warrior said taking a seat."And get these other lads whatever they're wanting. I'll buy first round lads." the barbarian added.

Arryn nodded his thanks to Larzander and the turned to the barkeep "Nothing too strong." he said. Arryn figured he'd need to keep his wits about him. The doorman being shushed had put him slightly on edge and he wouldn't calm down until someone was willing to answer a few questions.

The bartender, a stout, broad-shouldered woman, slides several mugs of ale to each of you.  She towers at a massive 6'2" with arms that would make most men feel ashamed.

"So, you're the newest lost souls to join us I see.  More to the story?  That's the understatement of the year.  Whole towns been upended, it would seem, and no one really seems to know what's going on.  In fact, the whole damn island has gone screwy.  If you ask me, it's some super dark magic.  Probably from those damn goblins.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 40):

"Thanks for the drink, dear."
Takes a long appreciative drink. Without setting his drink down.

"Continue with your story, what is going on here?  Uprooted?  Island?"
Takes another drink

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 40):

Larzander smiled at the woman when she slid him his ale. The hulking warrior had to admire the stout frame of the woman. " Many thanks." he said sliding her the coin, plus an extra."Tell me house mistress, are all the women around here as stout and well built as you?" he said holding up his drink."If so i may have to stay here a while."

Larzander can almost detect a slight smile from the woman at his comment, although it quickly fades as she steels herself before speaking.

"None that come close, stranger...nor could any man."

Turning her attentions to Stoney...

"Yeah, you're on an island...Da'th Motaer.  Let me guess, fog kept you blind till you got here?  Been a few like yourselves, brought in on ghost ships, not anywhere near there destination.  Well, let me be the first to welcome you to Strangefellow Port."

She pauses briefly to laugh at her statement...several other patrons and the doorman cough out a few laughs as well.  Throwing back a large swallow of ale, she
continues...

"A few months back this damned fog started rolling in and ever since the whole damn island has been going mad.  Not many travellers in this town but we hear stories of strange events all across the land, from the few traders that still ply these lands.  Most don't even travel this far south anymore; far too dangerous to make a profit.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 43):

The blacksmith smiled at the woman's comment. Few men matched Larzander's own size and strength either. The warrior raised his mug of ale to the woman behind the bar. "Well here's to you lass. Where I come from a woman of your breeding would be at the very least a Chieftain’s wife, and a shield maiden to boot."

"I am Larzander Gunderzen, so you don't have to keep calling me stranger." he added, winking. "The lads and I, well except for Stoney here," he said motioning to the boy, "were aboard a ship headed for Asterock when this strange fog crept up. Somehow most of the crew vanished, though we suspect it was them winged demons that carried them off. We kind of figured all was lost and were just waiting for fate to come take us when we landed here on this island. Da'th Motaer? Did you say it was? Any idea how far away from Asterock we ended up?"

Arryn was content to allow Larzander talk to the owner. He took a sip of his drink and then placed his hands on the bar. He fidgeted with his ring paying attention to it as the woman spoke. When he wasn't looking at the ring he was looking over his shoulders at the other patrons.

"Winged demons?!  Now that's a new one though I'm not truly surprised given the things happening around here."

The comment seems to shake her momentarily and she calls over to the doorman to make certain the bolts were all in place.

"Aside from the damn goblin raids, we've also had a recent problem with bodies piling up.  Seems someone, or something, is killing people just to kill them.  Several people have been found so far, throats slit wide open, and nothing seems to be missing.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 46):

Sipping, no gulping down his ale.
"Another for me, please.  all this talk of demons and monsters, I thought I left behind at the monastery!" 
Wipes the corners of his mouth.
"Do you have a militia to investigate the strange murders, or goblin raids?"

Nibbling on some pocket food, he brought.

"We have a small town guard but it's mostly volunteer...and most of them are dead or missing.  We're just a small fishing town, or at least we were.  Never needed a large militia or anything like that.  We've even sent word to the Governor but so far we've heard nothing back.  Haven't even seen the messenger."

Arryn looked up from his drink "Who is the Mayor? What else can you tell us about the murders? Are they connected in any way?" Arryn smelled a bounty and failing that something to look into rather than drowning sorrows in a tavern.

Onyx shook his head, sniffed the ale, slid it away and remarked softly, "It's the damned Imps.  They love killing.  I've only heard stories and then only when they've tied themselves to a wizard.  But, never heard of them roaming free and in groups like we saw on the ship."  The thought of a flock of the freakish things was enough to drive him to pull the drink back over.  But if this place was as deadly as they were describing then he needed to keep his wits a bit longer.  If only to stay alive long enough to find his sister...  That thought again almost drove him to drink, which was when he realized that he was holding the mug once more.  He shook his head, put it back down, and continued, "So, you've got unnatural fog, missing people, imps on a murdering spree, and goblin raiders.  Sounds like a quaint little fishing village to me."  Now he understood why these folks were hold up and shut in...

"The mayor?...why this very port was named after him, Edvur Strangefellow.  Didn't you see his statute in the town square?  Than again, the fog.  As for the murders, not much I can tell you I'm afraid.  We don't exactly have anyone around here who could, or would, want to look into it."

Arryn looked at the bar-mistress for a long moment before speaking "You do now." he said "Just give me a place to start."

In reply to Arryn Andrer (msg # 52):

Larz smirked over his drink at his new friend. "I believe you mean us." he said to Arryn. "I seem to be out of a job at the moment, and have nothing better to do. Count me in as well."

"Especially if it means I will get to spend more time with the lady." he said smiling and raising his mug to the house mistress.

In reply to Larzander Gunderzen (msg # 53):

Tapping his finger on the bar, signaling for another drink.
Reaching for his coin purse, which probably only has enough coins fro a day or two.
"Is there a reward?  If there is a reward, you will need a man of faith!  I'll help rid the town of the scourge and damned fog."
A little more boisterous than his normal self, and overly confident!

The woman stifles a small laugh at such an offer.

"Not meaning any disrespect but others have made the same offer.  Most met very untimely ends...the rest have simply never been seen again."

She eyes the small group with discernment.

"If you truly insist, I can put you in touch with someone.  I would suggest, however, waiting until sunrise.  The streets around here have turned very deadly after dark."

"Sunrise it is then...so what are the accommodations and cost?"  Onyx asked even though he figured "Pick a corner" would be the answer.  The likelihood of finding something softer than a bench to sleep on was not expected.

"Considering what you've already spent...or more likely will spend (eyeing Stoney), we'll call it square.  Grab yourself any free cot."

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 57):

"Ah your courtesy is much appreciated!"
Eyeing a corner, or a bench, then the floor.
"I have slept many nights in much less accomodating surroundings, Thank you."
Drinks into the night, or at least what his coin pouch will allow & then snuggles up to the hard floor for some rest.

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 58):

"Sunrise it is." Larz agreed draining his tankard and indicating he'd like another. "Have a drink with us." he offered the bartender laying another coin on the bar. "It seems we have time to kill, may as well enjoy that time and the company."

Arryn pushed his mug forward and excused himself. If things were as perilous as they seemed he didn't need to add a hangover to the already long list of things stacked against him.