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{Olde School} X2 - Castle Amber - IC

Started by StormBringer, October 20, 2008, 12:46:18 PM

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Narf the Mouse

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`This', Naran thought, only confirmed his general opinions. Most people wouldn't give a stranger a copper if they were starving on the street.

Once again, helping those who would not help you out of 'morality' was proven completely foolish. And those who professed principles rarely held them in times of stress...Even minor stress.

Oh, he paid.

He also offered a silent prayer to St. Cuthbert to remind the villagers why cheating people is unlawful.

(Missed the second page when I posted)

He observed the newcomer...Dwarf, but likely more subtle than most. Although he did not know how to wield them himself, the longsword and dagger were both weapons of skill more than strength. The crossbow was more 'dwarven'.

And once the room had emptied, it also proved easy to see who was likely here to answer the Duke's message.

(OOC: St. Cuthbert - 3e LN deity of justice without mercy. I could switch it to another appropriate AD&D deity, if Cuthbert isn't in AD&D)
The main problem with government is the difficulty of pressing charges against its directors.

Given a choice of two out of three M&Ms, the human brain subconsciously tries to justify the two M&Ms chosen as being superior to the M&M not chosen.

StormBringer

Quote from: Narf the Mouse;260351(OOC: St. Cuthbert - 3e LN deity of justice without mercy. I could switch it to another appropriate AD&D deity, if Cuthbert isn't in AD&D)
(Cuthbert's good, I have my old Greyhawk boxed set if I need to look him up.  :)  )
If you read the above post, you owe me $20 for tutoring fees

\'Let them call me rebel, and welcome, I have no concern for it, but I should suffer the misery of devils, were I to make a whore of my soul.\'
- Thomas Paine
\'Everything doesn\'t need

Oni Kadaki

As the room emptied, Sander decided it would be as good a time as any to converse with Starslinger. He got up as quietly as was possible while wearing a plate of armor under his cloak. As he approached Starslinger, he lowered his hood to reveal his face. He was a young, handsome man of medium height, his curly, dirty blonde hair was so long that it partially obscured his brilliant blue eyes.
When he reach Starslinger's corner of the inn, he greeted him in a soft, humble voice.
"It's good to see you again, though I would never have expected you to come here, considering the events that brought you to my temple."

Venosha

Semina slyly looks over in the Dwarf's direction.  Upon hearing him order his breakfast,  she notices a  noble look about him,  dwarfs are such a proud race.  Measuring him to be tad smaller in stature then Snorri,  he seems to be just as fierce as a competitor, judging by his choice of weapons.  Semina listens to Tavin thank her for the extra silver piece she threw in for the trouble and smiles "you are welcome kind sir."  Bowing her head in both of their directions, she gently glides back towards the fire place now that the tension has died down.  Observing will have to do for now, until someone offers a clue as to why the Duke has summoned for help.  Approaching with her final step, Semina stops in her tracks.  Someone has captured her attention, one from her tortured past. Naran's face says it all, not happy to see her, but not completely disappointed.  Weighing her options on whether he would welcome the company, she decides the worst he would do to her is ignore her.  She walks in Naran's direction and approaches cautiously.  "Do you mind if I join you?"
1,150 things Mr. Welch can no longer do during an RPG

390. My character\'s background must be more indepth than a montage of Queen lyrics.

629. Just because they are all into rock, metal and axes, dwarves are not all headbangers.

702. The Banana of Disarming is not a real magic item.

1059. Even if the villain is Lawful Evil, slapping a cease and desist order on him isn't going to work

Drohem

Quote from: StormBringer;260325"I think this is how they used to order Moradin's Mead, but as I said, it has been a number of months since a dwarf has graced this hall."  He pushes the mug over to Thraim, but keeps his grip on the handle and after glancing around the common room, leans in a bit.  In a lowered voice he says "That will be five silver kargats, kind sir."

"It's a bargain and I'm glad to pay it!" Thraim said as he reached into his belt pouch, and put a single gold piece on the counter.

Thraim looks over to the woman that returned the utensils, and gives her a wide courtesy smile before taking a sip of his Moradin's Mead.

Tarvin placed Thraim's change, five silver kargats, on the counter just as Thraim finished his first drink.

As Thraim deftly picks up all five coins in one smooth motion, he smiles at Tarvin and says, "My name is Thraim Glorerg, and I am here to meet the Duke's Proxy to find myself some gainful employment killing gnolls and orcs."

Narf the Mouse

Naran looked up from his...Meal...Somewhat suprised. Semina had always been...Confusing. He wasn't sure why she had decided to talk to him, but she had always had an...Enjoyable effect on his thoughts.

"No" He paused for a moment, unsure of where to go. "Your company is welcome."
The main problem with government is the difficulty of pressing charges against its directors.

Given a choice of two out of three M&Ms, the human brain subconsciously tries to justify the two M&Ms chosen as being superior to the M&M not chosen.

StormBringer

Tarvin placed Thraim's change, five silver kargats, on the counter just as Thraim finished his first drink.
(For future reference, I will be running the NPCs.  ;) )

Quote from: Drohem;260421...he smiles at Tarvin and says, "My name is Thraim Glorerg, and I am here to meet the Duke's Proxy to find myself some gainful employment killing gnolls and orcs."

"As best I know, you will have your chance after the Lord Steward arrives tomorrow after... noon..." Tavin trails off as he turns the gold coin over in his hand several times, squinting at it.  He holds it up to the light, and brings it in closer to his face.  

"By the black soul of the goblin king!" he mutters, as his face lights up.  "This is a Dhirvian Luna from Quth Jeldak's reign!  I asked my cousin to pick me one up two years ago, before Quth Veltix replaced him."  He snaps out of his reverie over the coin, and there is a hint of resentment in his voice, "She's been back several times since then, too, but no coin.  This one is the last coin I needed to complete my Dhirvet Prefecture collection!"

He chortles while looking at the coin from several angles.  "Tell you what, this is certainly worth a keg of dwarven stout.  You can finish the one under the bar, and the one in the back room as well.  I don't expect another pair of dwarves through here anytime soon!"  He puts the five silver kagats in front of Thraim's mug, and watches as the last merchant pays for her meal and nods farewell to Tarvin.  The merchant makes her way out the door, and he indicates the common room with a grand sweep of his arm, turning to address all of you.

"I apologize, humble travellers, but the locals are not worldly, nor are they particularly receptive to strangers."  Tarvin looks at each of you in turn, his thumbs hooked behind his braces, and continues in a rich, clear voice.  "This time of year is somewhat slow, as the Blue Sun Fesitival is still a fortnight away.  Therefore, I offer you each a room upstairs where you will be served breakfast there tomorrow, and better than this farmer's gruel, I assure you"  As if anticipating the response, he holds his hands up, palms outward and nods his head forward.

"I know what you are thinking," he quickly begins, " 'the bumpkins are trying to fleece us again'.  Nothing could be farther from the truth, my friends."  Tarvin drops his hands to his braces again and looks out at your group.  "The bit of extra coin I collected for the benefit of keeping the locals from getting upset will cover both the rooms and the meals.  I hope you are not too upset with me; occasionally, the villagers need to be assuaged.  And as much as I would like to, I can't keep a roof over my family's head on the hopes that enough adventurers pass through to pay the bills."  He glances out the window, judging the time by the length of the shadows to be three hours before highsun.  "I have matters to attend to and can't return late to serve dinner, so I must be off in an hour, no later.  If you have nothing else pressing for me, I will leave early and my wife or the others will attend you.  Elsewise, if there is anything I can help you with...?"  Tarvin waits somewhat expectantly for your responses.
If you read the above post, you owe me $20 for tutoring fees

\'Let them call me rebel, and welcome, I have no concern for it, but I should suffer the misery of devils, were I to make a whore of my soul.\'
- Thomas Paine
\'Everything doesn\'t need

Drohem

Thraim raised his mug, nodded at Tarvin, and said in loud voice, "you are a most gracious host!  I accept your offer with gratitude."

DeadUematsu

Heathcliffe looks around the room before meeting Tavin's eyes and warmingly shaking his head. He then continues smoking his pipe and wonders if he acted hastily. After all, he could have asked for some biscuits... Heathcliffe loves biscuits.
 

Narf the Mouse

As Naran silently added a PS to his previous prayer, he spent a few moments contemplating the innkeeper. Correcting a dishonest action through dishonest means...Certainly a mental puzzle.
The main problem with government is the difficulty of pressing charges against its directors.

Given a choice of two out of three M&Ms, the human brain subconsciously tries to justify the two M&Ms chosen as being superior to the M&M not chosen.

One Horse Town

Snorri had still not eaten enough, but beggars can't be choosers, so he grumbles quietly to himself and thumps his booted feet up on the table. Crossing his arms on his ample belly, he leans back on his chair and closes his eyes to minute slits. His breathing deepens and levels out. To casual observers, he has fallen fast asleep, but he keeps an eye on the common room through his lashes. Sometimes it paid to keep your competition (or indeed, enemies) off-guard and wrong-footed. Let them think he was a slovenly fool. He had learned early that in the land of the humans appearances were everything and he used that knowledge accordingly.

Venosha

Content by the welcome Naran offers her, Semina begins to sit at his table.  She ponders on how to start up a conversation, but is interrupted by Tavin's offer for rooms for the night.  She looks towards Tavin  and give him a thankful smile, and bows once more.  Since the Lord Steward would not be arriving till tomorrow afternoon, that will give Semina some time to stock up on provisions, and take a look around  town to find a place to practice her Dokuen chi.

"Maybe another time old friend, I have so much to do before noon tomorrow." Semina explains to Naran. Semi-relieved of not having to dredge up the past, Semina heads towards her baggage.  Wanting to get a room situated for the night, she picks up her belongings and approaches Tavin to secure her room.
1,150 things Mr. Welch can no longer do during an RPG

390. My character\'s background must be more indepth than a montage of Queen lyrics.

629. Just because they are all into rock, metal and axes, dwarves are not all headbangers.

702. The Banana of Disarming is not a real magic item.

1059. Even if the villain is Lawful Evil, slapping a cease and desist order on him isn't going to work

Drohem

Thraim leaned back on his stool, with his back against the bar so that he could view the common room.  

Hmm, that breed looks familiar for some reason, Thraim thought to himself as he took another drink from his mug.

Thraim swished the brew around in his mouth to get a proper tasting of the Moradin's Mead as he looked over at the half-orc in the corner.

Kagan-Zar? No, it was...Zur, yeah that's it.  Kagan-Zur, Thraim reflected as he swallowed the brew.

Thraim used to be contracted with the Red Company as a Scout, and he remembered Kagan-Zur.  Thraim's contract with the Red Company had ended a couple months after Kagan-Zur signed on with the Red Company.  Thraim had rarely seen Kagan-Zur because he spent the majority of the last months of his service in the field.  However, Thraim has a sharp mind and rarely forgets a face.

I wonder if he remembers me?  Thraim thought to himself and he moved his gaze off the corner, so as not to draw too much attention for looking there.  

Thraim looks over at dwarf sleeping at the table and thinks to himself, Wow!  He's taller than me.  It's been a long while since I've seen a dwarf taller than myself.  What in the Nine Hells is he sleeping for?  The barkeep has left a whole keg of Moradin's Mead for both of us, and he's sleeping?  Hmm, I'll have to do something about that.

Thraim grabbed his mug, and the keg of Moradin's Mead, as he stood up and walked over to the table where the tall dwarf was sleeping.  

Thraim cleared his throat loudly and said to the sleeping dwarf, "May I join you, and share this fine Moradin's Mead?"

Narf the Mouse

Naren blinked. "Understandable."

Once again, Semina had left him bemused and slightly confused - Not to mention bereft of decent conversation.

Well, he still had Morovain's Contemplations of Death Magic to finish. It was interesting how he dissected necromantic spells from a moral standpoint, highlighting and expounding upon how each was neutral, or evil - Or, in a few rare cases, good.

Morovain was a very odd duck, as one aquantance of his would say - A necromancer who sought to use his spells for good, even to the point of inventing new spells. Unfortunately, one way or another, none of his spellbooks had survived.

(OOC: That ok? Could I get a Bag of Holding to keep stuff in, at this level?)

Now, he just had to hope he could concentrate on it.

Unfortunately for that, five minutes later found himself putting the book away. He had kept wondering what Semina would think of this or that paragraph.

Most distracting.
The main problem with government is the difficulty of pressing charges against its directors.

Given a choice of two out of three M&Ms, the human brain subconsciously tries to justify the two M&Ms chosen as being superior to the M&M not chosen.

StormBringer

Quote from: Narf the Mouse;260734(OOC: That ok? Could I get a Bag of Holding to keep stuff in, at this level?)
(I don't figure you would actually need one at this point.  How many books do you have?)
If you read the above post, you owe me $20 for tutoring fees

\'Let them call me rebel, and welcome, I have no concern for it, but I should suffer the misery of devils, were I to make a whore of my soul.\'
- Thomas Paine
\'Everything doesn\'t need