hmmmmm hehehe, I dare you.. ummm.
she places her free index finger on her bottom lip.
Val- Act like a raven.
Maia Starts,
VAL, its not your turn.
Val- Well you weren't saying anything so I spoke up.
No, Thats not how it works.
she turns towards Morthos.
I dare you, to, to.. AH! I dare you to perfom a dance for us!
The raven ruffles his feathers
Val- Mine was better
Maia promptly Shushes him. Then smiles at morthos.
You can swear the raven is laughing on her shoulder.
Deivon sighs, nodding. I can't say I'm surprised at the number of people who have met Lorrimor, but for so many to be attending his funeral! He chuckles some, watching a group of them playing some fool game.
Cellawyn enters the tavern and surveys the room. Drunken fools. They disrespect the Professor's memory.
She takes a seat at the bar.
"So, how did he die? Does anyone know? I assume the rest of you are here for Professor Lorrimor's funeral."
Zorusk looks up from his drink as the darkly beautiful elf speaks. He pushes back his hood and moves to sit next to her.
"Murder most foul, no doubt. The professor was an honorable man, but he dealt with dark forces. I fear the undead that he studied would become his end."
Zorusk finishes his whiskey.
"I plan to avenge his death."
Borden drinks again, bereft of female attention and not drunk or desperate enough to put himself in the cross hairs.
Zorusk looks up from his drink as the darkly beautiful elf speaks. He pushes back his hood and moves to sit next to her.
"Murder most foul, no doubt. The professor was an honorable man, but he dealt with dark forces. I fear the undead that he studied would become his end."
Zorusk finishes his whiskey.
"I plan to avenge his death."
I agree with his statement And Glade Wolf is sober, he had like one drink and that was over an hour ago, as he is typically a non-drinker.
At the new arrivals question Maia turns to regard her.
I fear I know no more than you, But yes, I, and my friends here
she glides her hand across those at the table
seem to be here for the same reason. Celebrating, the late professors life, and morning his passing.
Valinder-
Elvish Indeed, His passing was most sudden, and has left a hole in many a heart it seems.
Glade Wolf speaks to Cellawyn Cayentelva in elven.
Cellawyn turns to the human and orc, "Greetings, I'm Cellawyn Cayentelva. I was a student of Professor Lorrimor. He taught me everything I know about the undead. I studied with him for about a year here in Ravengro. Looking back, that was one of the best years of my life. I just wish I could have returned under better circumstances. How did the rest of you know him? Are any of you from Ravengro?"
"Pharasma take all they who have shunned her embrace for false life!" Deivon hisses beneath his breath. With the talk of undead, his devout faith and harsh training edge forward. His hand fall to his waist where a silver holy symbol of Pharasma is tied through his belt loop. "If undead are the cause of his death, then they shall not stand before my righteous fury..."
hmmm, If it was undead, I will burn them to a crisp! I didn't spend much time with the prof. But He was a great man, and I cared for him deeply. Well, if anyone was the cause of his death I will burn them to a crisp, undead or not! But, usually undead are only a tool for someone else...
Maia chimes in.
I vaguely knew him, I knew him through my adopted parents. I didn't know him all that well personally. I don't like the undead either, some of them worked under a certain Demon, especially vampires and other intelligent undead.
Edit:No, I'm not from around here
"I'm afraid I don't know any dances offhand. Perhaps I should have chosen truth."
At the mention of Undead Morthos forgets the game momentarily. "Who said anything about the undead?" he almost seems angry now, not at anyone in particular just about the fact that undead may be involved with the professor's death.
"Necromancy is it? Oh! By the light of the inheritor I swear! I'll not suffer their kind to live. A person who engages in the black art is as evil as the demons of the abyss. A swift end I'll bring to their false life."
That couldn't be any more true Morthos, except few people here actually got to experience how truly evil and powerful a Demon is, though I'm sure more of us ran into undead zombies or even skeletons, not sure if anyone has seen vampires though.
Kye rests a hand on the dwarf's shoulder. You honor me with this written account of Professor Lorrimor's touch on my life. These may not be all fond memories, but they are good. Nothing had been written about him specifically ever before, at least to his knowledge. He gazed at the parchment as a child does a Christmas gift.
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Zorusk looks up from his drink as the darkly beautiful elf speaks. He pushes back his hood and moves to sit next to her.
"Murder most foul, no doubt. The professor was an honorable man, but he dealt with dark forces. I fear the undead that he studied would become his end."
Zorusk finishes his whiskey.
"I plan to avenge his death."
Bran looks up from his arm wrestling match as the Orc speaks again. That's the story I got from that group of barbarians I met on the way here, murder. If the rumors are true, you have my axe in the fight!
Bran focuses back to the match at hand.
Borden brightens appreciably!
A-rooo
He claps the big mans hand and puts himself to the task.
Looks like both men struggle clumsily to get their grip in place and its Brans natural strength that sees him to getting an advantage and turning the wrist.
As the two hulks go at the arm wrestling, maia Finally notices.
GO BIG GUY! I'm Rooting for you! She shouts across the tavern.
Narah comes back in and shakes her head as if to get rid of a thought. Her whips ridiculously wild around her. As she notices the game is off she wanders to Seraphine, pays casual attention to the wrestling, puts a hand softly onto her shoulder and whispers into her ear with a tactful tone:
She leans a little back and looks around. "What happened to the game? I know just the question I wanted to ask Morthos. Less because I cared about the answer - it would have been a yes or no question anyway - but more because I wanted him to think about it."
"An arm wrestling match started and mention of the undead got minds distracted."
Borden puts himself into the match, straining mightily to turn the tide!
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As the two hulks go at the arm wrestling, maia Finally notices.
GO BIG GUY! I'm Rooting for you! She shouts across the tavern.
Bran having the upper hand, he decides to toy with Borden. He give several short, but powerful bursts, pumping Borden's arm back and forth.
Is that all you got? Bran laughs in a hearty, friendly manner.
Shush stands by watching the warriors arm wrestle. He watches Bran to figure out how his strength allows him to keep winning.
Perception to know if Bran is under the influence of magic or abilities like Rage.
Shush taps Bran on the shoulder Hey big guy, I'll give it a try against you!
Delighted even more at the advantage he's gained, he goes into a rage.
Bran laughs again.. You are a worthy opponent, but you must concede victory!
Never!, Borden gasps quite out of breath.
But the big man slams Bordens arm into the table with crushing force.
Arrrg! Me arm!, he rises gingerly rubbing at his elbow. Think it will be ok there but you're the strongest one I've ever come across. Borden retreats to the bar for another drink.
Shush has not sat down yet. He is waiting for a few minutes.
My fine man, do you happen to be angry about something? Perhaps under the influence of anything? Or perhaps magic?
Never!, Borden gasps quite out of breath.
1d20 + 3
But the big man slams Bordens arm into the table with crushing force.
Arrrg! Me arm!, he rises gingerly rubbing at his elbow. Think it will be ok there but you're the strongest one I've ever come across. Borden retreats to the bar for another drink.
Narah slips through the crowd to him at the bar. "So you did find a way to blow off steam after all." She smirks. "Would you like me to have a look at your arm?" she reaches a hand out and barely touches his sleeve with the middle finger tip.
"If I was your lucky charm, that might help. Would you like that?" She looks at him with her typical half smile which only becomes a grin for a fraction of heartbeat and while her eyes keep him fixated, her head is slightly bowed. She keeps her hands held out to take his arm, in case he actually wants her to have a look at it.
Glade has an idea. Arm wrestling proves only strength, but it does not prove how one will do in battle, or how one uses that strength. Anyone up for a battle simulation? I will explain the rules.
Edit: Glade will wait for a couple of responses before explaining it.
"Well, the tablegame is already over, so let's hear them."
Oh, I am hardly a virgin. But I may take you up on the advice.
She perks up at the prospect of sparring with someone
I'm in! I'll take you all on!
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Sirsi shakes her head to clear it, Hmm, think I should slow down a bit pushing the drink aside she casts her eyes around. Arm wrestling - really - do they think that actually impresses anyone?
"તમે ચેસ જેવી અર્થ?"
No wait, that's not right
She shakes her head again and tries to speak again.
"You mean like Chess or Siege?"
- What do you mean, druid? - Melchior gives him incredulous look.
Okay, so it seems there is some interest. We take this outside, everyone has 18 seconds upon the last person exiting the door to decide where they want to go, the can place themselves anywhere or even hide if they want to. Magic is allowed, anything is fair game. There is one rule only, non-lethal damage only as this is only practice. We can split up into teams or do every person for themself and we go until everyone is unconscious or a team has been eliminated. who is interested?
My sincere thanks Master Dwarf. I'll accept your challenge. Kye moves to the seat across from Hotrek and makes ready to arm wrestle.
Kye knuckles slam against the table. Oh, please allow my knuckles and my dignity a moment to recover. He shakes out his hand and tries again.
Well, I gave you a bit more of a contest that time. Once more?
He shakes out his hand again and mutters under his breath.
It seems my poorly veiled attempt to cheat is still insufficient to best you. I yield to the better man.
Perhaps, if its fun I am in! It may give me a chance to practice and show of my power! Or, at the very least, my intelligence.
maia Hops up, finally letting go of Daniels Hand.
Val-
Settle down Maia
I can't burn someone nonlethally, so unless you like being burned, I think it is probably safer I sit his one out.
I am not so sure, The spells I have for combat are not exactly good for holding back. Maybe I should watch? though, I do have a couple non damaging spell...
I can't burn someone nonlethally, so unless you like being burned, I think it is probably safer I sit his one out.
I can't burn someone nonlethally, so unless you like being burned, I think it is probably safer I sit his one out.
"Suppose..." she seems to consider for a moment and then discard the idea with a somewhat vile smirk. "It might be better not turn this tavern into a war zone, especially not with the permission of the host. And I tend to cheat at hiding games, since I always want to be caught."
She turns to Siri: "Do you have a chess board, maybe? A friendly game and an educated conversation sounds charming. We might as well team up and play against some men..."