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Post by lloyd on Mar 8, 2015 23:27:25 GMT -5
I kinda hope to make this an RP thread throughout the week between this and the next session.
Bilkin came into the tavern, having spent a few silvers in the inn to arrange for lodging for the party. They needed money quick, he was spending the remnants of his last pay from the Academy. He sat down quietly at the bar and asked for an ale. He generally avoided alcohol, but he needed it now, if only to mute the chaotic cacophony in his mind. The barkeep looked at him suspiciously at first, but when he presented coin enough for 4 servings, shrugged and poured.
Yes, of course we're expected to delve into that abysmal forest.
He took to sipping the ale. In a few minutes, he was warming up, and the world didn't look too grim.
Maybe I overreacted back there... Grammel's just doing his job. Who knows, he's probably lost a good few friends in there, too.
His second serving came up, and he took to it. He noticed Dralban talking to one of the good-looking wenches. "Been talkin' to her the entire day, that one. I've tried to tell her to get back to work, but since he's paying good money for ale, and she's young, I decided to let 'em live. World's going to shit anyway," the barman said. Bilkin was surprised, and didn't say anything. "I suppose you heard some bad news today, too, didn't you? Lightweights like you don't normally order so much for yourselves unless it's a really bad day." "You could say that," Bilkin managed to say.
Yes, I suppose we were spared from one death sentence to be assigned to another. And why not make use of your criminals? It's reasonable, but...
He was surprised to notice he was the first of the party in the tavern.
And why not!? You've earned this.
He was finishing his third mug, and his brain was properly numb now. He could barely hear the whispers. Suddenly Tecuani's attachment to the substance became understandable. Bilkin giggled a bit, then finished it off, and looked around the tavern.
Hmm, maybe tomorrow we'll go... Try to get this over with... I wonder, what's that one fellow's interest in all this?
Bilkin turned back around and started sipping the 4th mug, much slower than the others, unsure if he should wait for company or just go to bed...
That noble girl... Still missing. It's probably all connected. Some big conspiracy, no doubt.
He slouched over his mug and brooded over things that have happened, and things to come. Even alcohol couldn't stop that.
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Post by Adam on Mar 11, 2015 13:03:48 GMT -5
Blank needed some time alone to think. She pulled up her hood and walked into the tavern. It was a typical scene inside, tables crowded with raucous patrons enjoying themselves, a melancholy few leaning heavily on the bar, and a shadow or two in the corner watching them all. As she surveyed the room, she caught sight on Bilken at the bar. The wizard had three empty mugs in front of him and a fourth in his hand. He was clearly in an addled state and headed for worse if he continued on. The sight if the inebriated mage made her smile slightly, but it quickly faded as she searched for a seat. She took one beneath the staircase and waited for a waitress. Blank found that places such as this were excellent for those seeking solitude. Everyone was here for their own reason, and rarely was it to harass random strangers. And those that did were seldom sober enough to cause any real concern. “What’ll it be luv?” the waitress said as she approached. She immediately recoiled as she saw Blank’s face. “Milk of you have it, water otherwise.” The sight of a Drow unnerved the waitress, “Oh, um, alright. I’ll see what we’ve got.” She hurried back behind the bar. Even after living among humans for sixty years, their reflexive fear of her still stung. She looked out once more across the tavern. She caught a few glances and gazes, all quickly broken. Whether they wished not to be noticed or their trepidation of Drow was the cause was immaterial to her. And then she caught sight of Dralban. It was a curious sight, the socially inexperienced Wood Elf carousing and carrying on like a veteran bacchanal. Perhaps it was the influence of the comely barmaid he had his arm around, or the inordinate amount of ale he seemed to have consumed. Regardless, she dismissed him as her waitress returned. “Here’s your drink,” she said, gingerly placing it on the table next to Blank. Blank proffered a silver coin, “Thank you.” The waitress plucked it briskly from her hand, smiled weakly and retreated once more to the bar. With that done, Blank lowered her head and closed her eyes. “I’m starting to hear it, that accursed music Dralban spoke of. I pray it doesn’t overwhelm me as it has him. However it seems to have ceased since we left the forest.” Her hand idly wandered to her recently healed wound. “Almost died again. I guess my luck still hasn’t run out.” She thought of all the people she had lost over the years. “I almost wish it would.” As tears began to form, she quickly clenched her eyes tightly to stem the flow. She changed the subject. “Zaigan, he’s an odd one. He’s shown me great courtesy, yet threatened violence at the slightest offense. What is his purpose here?” She continued to sit and contemplate on the recent events…
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Post by lloyd on Mar 12, 2015 23:16:06 GMT -5
Bilkin saw Blank enter the building, and winced at the interaction between her and one of the serving wenches as her ancestry became apparent.
Truly, an unfortunate fate... To have the reputation of a foul civilization follow you everywhere you go, the reputation of slavery, necromancy, and evil.
Are we so different?.. I suppose if the commonfolk found out about my consorting with some entity from the Far Realm at the cost of my sanity and soul (or are those the same things?) they'd react with similar distaste...
Bilkin stood up, and then nearly toppled into a big fellow that was just squeezing by. The man turned around with fire in his eyes, but upon seeing Bilkin's pitiable form, sneered and went about his business. Trying to move towards Blank, Bilkin had approximately half a dozen similar encounters, his control over his own body admirably hampered by his intoxication. The struggle to make it to the drow without falling on his back or tipping someone's drink over continued for what seemed like an eternity, until he finally made it, his face flushed, his eyes wandering. When he saw Blank's somewhat amused expression, he chuckled a bit, and started talking. "You know -hic. Ahm. That guy-- fellow -hic. One we saw thrown into the stree-hic- street. You don't suppose he'll be taggi-hic-nng along with our sorry bunch, do you? Hic. We've got-hic- gotten two-- TWO people killed just ge-hic- getting here. It'd be a darn shame -hic--" he put his hand up to his mouth and held his breath for a few seconds, holding off what might've been either a burp or a stream of vomit, and continued; "-- shame if we got him killed too. Hic". He stared at Blank, awaiting a response. Those are VERY silver eyes. And hair. Yep, that's a drow. Come to think of it, I'm the only human in the group now, aren't I..? Bilkin's brow furrowed at this thought, and he hiccuped, still waiting for Blank's response.
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The Tavern
Mar 15, 2015 15:13:10 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Cuetlachtli on Mar 15, 2015 15:13:10 GMT -5
Tecuani made his way in the tavern after some of the group already situated. Bilkin stumbling towards Blank as if he were dancing rather horribly. Tecuani raised his hood whether to hide his dark drow features or his bold barbaric ones as if it made no difference. He didn't fancy an ale, why he was in there? It just felt like going through the motions to him.
Bilkin pathetically dissuaded A rather overconfident man Tecuani noticed as his eyes rose in alert to his friends predicament. Almost as quick as they did they softened noticing Blank reaction to the after math of the encounter. The slight smile was good enough for him to take the situation for what it is: People are having a bad day, life maybe even..
Tecuani pulled his hair down almost rather routinely, the shadows almost covered all but the slightest bit of his left side, some may even say his good side. Bilkin and Blank now somewhat engaged with one another, Tecuani made his way against a wall back by the barkeep. The bar wasn't overcrowded but he was content spending his efforts being alone rather than rustling a few remaining seats scattered along the bar, some obviously appeared damaged just at a glance. Feeling rather conflicted Tecuani felt the lack of desire to drink fade. He had heard something in his head and it was NOT their hudu man Bilkin he had resolved immediately. Weight seemed to fall in on Tecuani, his thoughts weighing in on his desire, his thirst for an ale, mead, anything rising. Tecuani spoke, and when it came out it was low and raspy to an older fellow behind the bar: "You take work for a few ale?."
"Jus' a Damn mintute whelp!"The barkeep barked without hesitation nor looking up to even acknowledgehit was in fact he Tecuani he was speaking to over the regular hustle of the patrons. Minutes passed and the old man hobbled over to Tecuani almost causing him to draw his sword if it weren't for the klunk sound his walk left. "Two ales now. N' hour in the back for that and each two after you finish." An odd and stiff offer but seemingly generous enough. Tecuani not lifting his gaze nodded slipped his fingers off his blade and grabbed an ale with each hand.
The man stumbled back finnaly noticing Tecuani's drow heritage from the back of his dark big hands. "You good?" Tecuani asked flatly, no concern nor worry hung in the aire after the question. The man cleared his throat and nodded, then turn and limped off in just as even a pace as he brought him his first two drinks.
He took one ale down in all, set the empty glass down nearby on a wobbly table and eyed Dral, the apparent social butterfly of the group now. This Zaigon was he to fill an empty void they lost along the way? The group.. Tecuani thought about them hard. What remained of them he finnaly resolved after feeling his first ale take a warm foothold in his mind and chest. Sentenced to death in a form or manner of another, and this new guy tagging along for the assuredly bumpy ride ahead. The second ale was gone before Tecuani noticed he had placed it on the wobbly table next to the first. The hobbler of a man stood feet from him a tray with ale on it, "Two more now then you can get to work." he said gesturing the ale forward. Before he could respond he continued "You look like you've been dragged by the back end of a horse through its dirty stalls. Smell it too." He the laughed and walked off before he could get a reaction out of the half-drow.
Tecuani took the opportunity to get lost in thought, the road so far, the road ahead... His libations replenished graciously, his thoughts left bouncing in his three ale haze, savoring the last.
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Post by Adam on Mar 15, 2015 18:19:58 GMT -5
Blank was startled from her reverie by Bilkin. She looked up at the clearly inebriated mage and noticed his difficulty remaining upright. She rose from her seat, in part to offer it to Bilken, but also in preparation to avoid any possible vomit. She smiled and shook her head, "And that's why I don't drink."
"Anyway, Valraukar's and Elenor's blood really isn't on our hands, some unknown force in the forest is. Whether it is natural or not remains a mystery." She grabbed a free seat and brought it to the table to sit. As she did, she saw Tecuani at the bar; he seemed to be haggling with the barman. As the barman brought forth two mugs of ale, she realized Tecuani was once again reverting to his dipsomaniacal nature. She simply sighed, disappointed, and returned to Bilkin. "Zaigon seems capable of handling himself in a fight, it's everywhere I concerned with." She thought to herself, "Although that seems to be true of both Bilken and Tecuani as well..."
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Post by nate on Mar 21, 2015 11:03:50 GMT -5
What did I miss? Dralban is a smooth talking ladies-man now? HA!
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Post by lloyd on Mar 21, 2015 14:20:45 GMT -5
You were on your honeymoon and Dralban needed somewhere to be, lol
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Post by nate on Mar 21, 2015 22:25:32 GMT -5
Hahaha awesome. I'm glad you guys played him instead of losing him in the woods or whatnot.
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