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Post by Allen on Oct 7, 2008 14:31:05 GMT
(I'm trying something a little different. Instead of writing the whole thing in first person [as the characters act], I'm going to ask that everyone write their actions in prose(third person, past tense, like a story). For writing conventions, italics are for thoughts, bold for emphasis, and (parenthesis) are for out-of-character comments. Also, I'd just like to request that anyone who's going to be playing make a concentrated effort to post at least once every day, perhaps more in a combat situation. That way, we can avoid stalls) Contrary to popular belief, it didn’t all start on a dark and stormy night, and it most certainly wasn’t begun because a band of friends wanted to save the world. Indeed, it was quite the opposite. It was night, and though the weather doesn’t play a part yet, the night was a clear one. The future comrades all happened to be in the Ol’ Boar Inn, the only inn in Oakhurst. . . The unnamed ninja entered the inn, wrapped in a traveller's cloak, just as much to hide his inhuman features as to keep the road dust from his clothes. He purchased a room, but went first to the tavern, hoping to find a good meal, as he'd been subsisting on trail rations for the last week. The dining area was fairly small, containing only five tables, and several seats at the bar. Sitting on a chair placed upon a table was a nezumi, plucking out a tune with a battered lute, a tankard for coins at his feet. It seemed that most of the patrons were ignoring the bard, and concentrating on their conversations or food. For the most part, the room was populated with humans, with the exception of a table pushed into a corner; seated around it were two keidran - a canine and a feline. (okay people, have at 'er!) [characters: Garrus brd(BSD), Amber drd(KT), Freyr clr(Rob), Wolfgang wiz(katz), nin(orn)]
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ornofthetalon
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Post by ornofthetalon on Oct 7, 2008 16:15:47 GMT
(edited for continuity ~Allen)
Katz: Entering the tavern at the thought of the only place of being able to purchase something that wouldn't cause the feline to throw up, Wolfgang kept his black cloak over him to cover his feline-features, and aswell kept his hood up. With his tail dangling at his feet, he looked over at the being playing in front of the entire crowd, and was apparently not doing so well.
Walking over, he glanced up at the person, and dropped a gold piece in. Satisfied with his patronage, he took out his quarterstaff and walked over to the bar. While not even looking at the bartender, he stared down and said in an accent to act as if he was just a shady human, "Just a mug of the regular..." He made sure not to look up at all, and kept his hood up so nobody could catch a glimpse of his face. His quarterstaff, with runes inscribed on it to denote the Transmuter's commonly used spells, lay leaning against the bar counter next to his seat.
Sighing to himself, he figured he would stay the night in this dump, and move onto the next in his vague search of where his parents are living now, as he had to inquire to them about something.
Orn: Nin strolls wearily through the bar.
hm. segregation. this place may be more dangerous then I first suspected. Perhaps its best to play it safe. That boy with the lute, did he really think he'd make a living out here. I shouldn't judge, I suppose. I'm here for the same reason. I guess I can help him out.
Nin tossed three silver into the bards cup as he walked over to the table in the corner. He wrapped a clawed hand over the top of the char and said "Do you mind?" Not waiting for a reply, he pulled the chair out and took a seat. After sitting, he attempted to flag down a waiter.
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Post by Burmecian Soldier Dan on Oct 7, 2008 16:51:54 GMT
Garrus shifted his lute to better hold it as he continued to play. He had played some really hard places but this was one of the worst. When he had first entered this place he was sure that these people could do with a little tune, but now he was starting to regret it. His music was almost drowned out by the clamour of the voices, the din of clanking ale tankards and the off-key singing of some of the drunkards that inhabited this place. He couldn't help but feel slightly intimadated by the large human presence. Garrus continued to strum the chords of his song, lost as it was on this rabble. He hoped to get enough coin for a room. He couldn't stand sleeping outside one more night. But at least no one was complaining, which was a bit of a god-send. He felt a little sorry for the small group that sat huddled in the corner away from everyone else. But long ago he had learned that feeling sorry is all he can do. He heard the door open again, expecting it to be another human looking to get himself hopelessly plastered. From his vantage point he looked up and noticed that this new arrival was a stranger just like him. He continued to play.
Looks like another free show. Why can't some of these pigs part with their coins. I mean it won't kill them to leave even a copper piece.
Garrus thought idly as he coninued to play. As the stranger walked by he heard a clink of something landing in his tankard. He stopped playing and peered in. Imagine his surprise to find, sitting on the bottom, three silver pieces, glinting in the torch light. he stopped playing to scoop them them out and place them in his purse.
"Thank you for your patronage."
Garrus called before he started playing again. As he did so he was dimly aware of someone looking at him,before there was another clink in his tankard. He stopped playing for the second time that night and peered in. To his surprise he found a gold piece lying in the tankard. He scooped it up and placed it in his purse as he just did with the only coins.
"Thanks for your patronage"
Garrus thanked for the second time that night. Leaning back and crossing his legs, he played with renewed vigour. Looks like tonight wasn't going to be so bad after all.
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Post by Allen on Oct 7, 2008 16:57:44 GMT
Garus noticed that, though they ignored him when he came in, the patrons started shooting dirty looks at the stranger after he tipped the bard (DC 15 spot check: SUCCESS->16)
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Post by Burmecian Soldier Dan on Oct 7, 2008 17:09:08 GMT
As Garrus leant back, he noticed one patron scowling toward the stranger that tipped him the three silver. But as his eyes wandered he noticed that a few others had stopped their conversations and were glaring daggers at the newcomer. This un-nerved Garrus a little and he missed a note. He quickly made up for this mistake and continued to play. Now the air was tense. Garrus swallowed hard as he suddenly felt hot and uncomfotable.
Keep playing, keep playing their not interested in you.
Garrus thought to himself. He knew the atmosphere was tense when he arrived but now it felt downright hostile. A small bead of sweat rolled down his face and splashed onto the lute. Looks like tonight was gonna be a bad one after all.
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Post by Allen on Oct 8, 2008 14:03:02 GMT
see orn's post for katz' turn
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Post by kintarostiger on Oct 11, 2008 1:50:05 GMT
Amber was enjoying perhaps one of civilization's greatest inventions, at least to her... whiskey in the jar-o. She had a thing for the bard... for some reason she felt a near-spiritual connection with a bard's song. The manipulation of emotion which music wrought was almost primal... and the druid loved primal feelings.
What she did not like, however, was the fact that people were giving the bard bad looks. She sighed. She got up, dumping a few gold coins into the cup. She was not attached to gold, as the wolfess could easily survive on her own without buying anything.
When she was done, however, she turned on a heel toward the men at the bar. She growled, her muzzle warped by irritation. Her hand slowly crept toward her club. She had bought what the civilized folks called a 'bat'... some kind of crude wooden tool to play a sport. She found its weight and design much more appealing than a random stick, anyway.
If only she could use her dagger-whip! She found the weapon favorable even in youth. She of course was a mistress at the regular bullwhip, yet she knew it was useless against armor. At this time, she now had a chain whip with a slender dagger tip, now stuffed into her pack, useless. As she found out from the bruises she received, her own eye she gouged out (and had healed), wielding a chain whip was harder than it looked... especially with a blade on the end.
"You folks have a problem? Or ya just not like bardsong?" she taunted. She was a tad annoyed at such meaningless ideas as racism. If only mortals could better understand the druidic way of equality! After all, wolves did not care if their pelts were blonde like hers or dusty gray. At least, she was sure they didn't.
Either way. She was ready for a fight, but she didn't want to start one deep in her heart. "Come on, y'all", she said, her voice akin to a Southern drawl, "is your hatred of our kind so important that you'd want to die over it?"
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ornofthetalon
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Post by ornofthetalon on Oct 11, 2008 3:24:13 GMT
softly"this could mean problems." His left hand wraped around his right hand slid into the cloth of his shirt. He fingered a hidden shurikin.
'sit down. just sit down and shut up.'
(out of charcter: "You tell them")
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Post by Burmecian Soldier Dan on Oct 11, 2008 9:52:58 GMT
Keeping his cool Garrus continued to play. As he did so he heard several more noises come from his tankard as one of the patrons from the side-table passed by. He checked once again and found several gold pieces at the bottom. He quickly cast an eye up at the wolfess as he tipped the gold into his palm to place it safely into his purse. Her generousity had stunned him.
"Thank you"
He uttered as he sat back, feeling a little shakey. He raised his finger to continue his song when he heard the wolfess make a bold proclimation. Either she was drunk, was looking for trouble or had just had enough of the patrons. Either way, Garrus knew he had to stop her. If this erupted into a barfight, he would be blamed like so many of his kind and hounded out of town. He stood up, placing a travel-worn hat on his head, still keeping a hold of his lute in his left hand. He knew better to leave it behind.
"Hold. One moment please fair maiden."
Garrus hopped off the table, his travel worn cape billowing behind him as his feet alighted on the floor. He strode over to the wolfess with a soft non-threatening style. He doffed his hat slightly as he approached.
"These gentleman have done nothing to incur your ire. I see that you are a passionate, strongwilled and beautiful lover of music. Come to my table yonder and partake in the melodies that I fashion. I'll compose sonets or balleds at your request my fair lady. All I ask is leave these gentleman be."
Garrus motioned toward a chair near his makeshift stage. He hoped she would accept his invitation. The last thing Garrus wanted was a barfight. Now that he had a moment, he quickly cast a glance over his ward. She had a very rustic look about here. Definately someone who didn't come into contact with people much. Her clothing, to Garrus at least, seemed very basic. He had also noticed the club which hung from her belt. Not as ugly as a cudgel but not as refined as a mace. Garrus hoped once more that she would accept his offer without incident.
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Post by Robshi on Oct 11, 2008 13:23:44 GMT
Freyr had remained in his seat, watching as the Bard had been recieving a few coins and idling listening to the song, as no real conversation had sparked up.
His elfish ears prickled as he watched a feral pay the Bard and then start provoking the rest of the bar. He didn't want a bar fight to break out either, no doubt he'd be the one having to deal with the damage of most of the patrons. Thankfully he saw the Bard try and resolve the matter peacefully. He continued to watch, hoping things would setlle down.
(There, I made a post, happy now!?)
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Post by Katz on Oct 11, 2008 14:12:33 GMT
Grumbling to himself, Wolfgang spoke, "This looks like another human example of the society..." He turned around, feeling his hood drag slightly to reveal his feline nose from the shade of his hood, so he then moved the hood back to it's proper place. He stood up, and walked over to the feral and the bard, and bowed.
Grinning to himself, he just looked at them through the shade of his hood. "My dearest apologies to interrupt, however, I have some money to compensate for the these humans ." He reached into his pocket, and then pulled out five gold pieces. Placing it on the table nearby, he then looked behind him at the crowd, as he tried to subtly casted a spell on himself (DC 16 Spellcraft to determine spell ((Base 15+ Spell Level 1))) on himself. This caused his left arm to glow silver for a moment similar to a blade in the light. His left arm straighted, and seemed to be as sharp as a blade.
He held both hands up, and grinned, saying normally, "Not to cause any commotion, just need to make sure I'm armed as I have my staff at the bar." The specialist wizard then spoke, "Do you both come here often?"
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Post by Allen on Oct 11, 2008 16:29:42 GMT
At the challenge from Amber, An obviously irate, and extremely drunken man stood up. "Yer addled if ye (hic) think ye could stand agains' all of us by yerself mutt!" he put up his fists, ready for a good barfight. "Yeh better lisn te yer' coward rat friend Mutt, 'fore I rip yeh a new one!" he seems about to leap on Amber, when Wolfgang casts his spell. His ale-assisted ego deflates quickly, and he slinks from the bar, murmuring something about 'animals ganging up on him'.
The barkeep, who had kept a tight grip on his own bat through the whole ordeal, watched carefully as the man left. He then went over to the group. "I wouldn't recommend irritating the patrons. We don't get many of your kind this far west, and there's some that wouldn't bat an eye to see you dead" he beckoned for the barwench to bring a round for the group. "Now, you just enjoy these drinks on the house, and try not to stir up any more trouble damned adventurers" he muttered, moving to another table to try and settle the patrons, who'd missed out on a wonderful brawl.
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Post by kintarostiger on Oct 11, 2008 23:00:13 GMT
Amber blushed a little. "Ah." She did a half-bow toward the barkeeper. "Sorry, sir."
She turned back to Garrus, but not all the way. Her eyes kept looking back at the drunken bar patrons. "Sorry about that", she said sheepishly. "I... well. Just..." She was unable to put words to her little outburst. She just acted upon instinct often; this time, she was fed up by the bar patrons' reaction over something as silly as what Garrus was. It wasn't like he was a Chain Devil or something.
Amber went back to her seat on cold feet, finishing her whiskey, wordless and shy from her foolish mistake. She had brought even more negative attention to the bard.
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Post by Allen on Oct 12, 2008 3:32:00 GMT
The group moved off to the side table with their free drinks, not wanting to cause any more trouble for the night. Before the round was over, however, a well-groomed human approached the table.
"I saw what happened here, and I'm sorry. Perhaps if you made a name for yourselves, you'd not be dismissed nearly as quickly. I'm a representative of Sir Leng, lord of the region. He has put out a message to all adventurers looking for work. Are you interested in a little honest coin?"
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Post by Burmecian Soldier Dan on Oct 12, 2008 10:01:33 GMT
Garrus was about to open his mouth to answer the question when one of the patrons stood up, very inebriated. Garrus once again was about to try and defuse situation when the feline mage acted. The drunk sat back down and grumbled about animals. Just then the barkeep came over and offered up some drinks.
A cheap but very effective bribe.
Garrus thought and made a mental note of it. The female wolfess seemd to be very embaressed at what had almost happened. She turned to face him but he noticed she kept casting a look back toward the small party of drunks at the bar. With a few uttered words he saw that she quit while she was ahead and slink off back to her table with her tail between her legs. Garrus sighed as he watched her go.
Thats sure to make me look bad. But it makes her look even worse.
He turned to the barkeep.
"I am truly sorry on their behalf. I thank you for your generous offer of drink. I humbly thankyou."
He said with a small bow before he retired over to the table with the rest of the group. He thought he heard the Barkeep mumble something as he left but he wasn't sure.
Might as well have a drink with these fellows before I carry on. It's gonna be a long night.
The whole table had been silent throughout the round. As Garrus was about to finish his tankard, a human sat down at their table. The first thing that struck Garrus was how well groomed he was. He seemed so out of place in this tavern.
"I saw what happened here, and I'm sorry. Perhaps if you made a name for yourselves, you'd not be dismissed nearly as quickly. I'm a representative of Sir Leng, lord of the region. He has put out a message to all adventurers looking for work. Are you interested in a little honest coin?"
Garrus turned toward the human, but his ears pricked up at the mention of Sir Leng, Lord of the region. At the mention of honest coin Garrus shifted his poistion in his seat.
"Maybe. Tell us your name, what this work involves and why Sir Leng would be interested in us."
Garrus asked, resting his chin on the back of his palm.
(OOC: I underlined and bolded to make a quote.)
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Post by Robshi on Oct 12, 2008 13:20:33 GMT
Freyr braced himself a little when drunken people started to approach Garrus. It looked for sure that fists would start to fly. Thankfully, the situation seemed to resolve rather quickly, with a bit of thanks to the barkeeper.
He watched as everyone sat back down round his table, hoping he could partake in the free drink that was offered. He kept silent until he noticed the well groomed man approach their table and make an offer.
"Sounds interesting..." Freyr commented. "Tell us more, I'm all for a way of making some good coin..."
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Post by Allen on Oct 12, 2008 14:17:57 GMT
"My name is Ruric Hucrele. The lord asked me to find some able-looking adventurers to do a little goblin hunting; they've been stealing from our orchards. I can tell you more, but the lord requested that I send the adventurers before him. if you're interested, go to the keep at the northern edge of town"
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Post by kintarostiger on Oct 12, 2008 15:07:44 GMT
Amber turned her head to face Ruric. "Eh. Sounds like an idea", she mumbled, still a little embarrased. "Must be a very valuable orchard, to care about some measly little goblins 'stealing' from it"
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Post by Katz on Oct 12, 2008 15:50:39 GMT
Sighing to himself, the feline wizard dismissed the spell he had casted.
"And to think that all humans were so quick to act on a single judgement..."
Making a slight chuckle to himself, he sat down at the table with the hood over his head. Curious to see the man's diversity, he spoke in Keidran.
((In Keidran)) "Now, just how dangerous is this?"
Ending the sentence, the wizard crossed his arms as he looked over at his quarterstaff which was at the bar. At this moment, something occured to Wolfgang, as he looked at the other people at the table.
"This seems all nice and such, but in reality, isn't this sort of random? I, in fact, have no knowledge of any of these people's names. Not to say that..." Glancing at the people around him, he smirked.
"Not to say that I don't trust them, no. Sure, there are always some racial prejudice, but who cares about who's race is who. The only reason I keep prejudice is because of how many people of that race react. It's a mental thing, you know?"
Glancing around blankly, he sighed to himself. "...Why was I talking again? Things seem to slip my mind so easily..." Standing up, he said 'Excuse Me' in Keidran out of habit, and walked over to the bar retrieve his quarterstaff, only to come back to the table.
"As I was rambling, I believe I was going to talk about how we don't know each other. As you've all seen, I do know how to cast spells, but not of a divine cause. Pfft, why would I want to ask the gods for help; they've never done me any good." Making a weak chuckle to see the other's reaction, the Feline quieted down, as to not cause any more commotion.
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Post by Burmecian Soldier Dan on Oct 12, 2008 16:58:45 GMT
Garrus listened to the job. Stop some goblins from scrumping? It seemed rather petty to Garrus. T the job sounded far too easy for a group of adventurer's. If this man was lord of the region, why didn't he have his guards do it?
(OOC: Hope I'm doing this right)
Garrus thought back over what was said to see if there was anything odd about the way he worded his offer, any clue that might give away his true motive for having a few adventurers do such a mundane job. (Sense motive).
Regardless of what his motive was, Garrus needed the coin. At the sound of the feline mages voice he turned to cast a half glance at him before returning his view to the table. Garrus didn't like the way he worded human and changing his tongue to Keidren halfway through the converation. He found it rather rude. It was that type of pomposity that Garrus hated.
Seems our cat friend is very opinionated toward humans. If only he knew. This could make things difficult with Sir Leng.
Garrus kept that thought to himself as he listened to the others agree readily. Garrus quickly downed his tankard and stood up.
"Well, how can I resist such an offer. You can count me in. I hope your lord still holds audience at this time good sir for I would like to start this job tonight if at all possible. Are any of fine feelows willing to come hither?"
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