Alkaid:
"Lets see a drinking contest, cliche, a tournament, seen it, what about a game of making a girl blush or see who can last the longest with me and blackrose here flirting with them." She then lets out a drunken laugh.
Black Jarret Rigsby is relieved when he sees Frosty Hill on the horizon. He pulls the fur lined winter cloak tighter around his face and shivered before steeling himself against the cold and putting one foot in front of the other to reach the bar & inn. Entering quietly, amidst a room already full of boisterous men and loose women, he removes the snow covered cloak and hangs it by the door.
Rigsby stands a respectable six foot and weighs a lithe 165, his lean muscles coiled with surprising strength. A soft boiled brown leather jerkin covers a red coat with hanging sleeves and a tall collar. Beneath this is a suit of much harder black leather. A dark leather right pauldron covers his shoulder, and his not so modest leather leggings accentuate his attractive frame. His boots are calf high and brimmed with fur. His red hair blazes defiantly against his pale skin but is kept cut relatively short, and waves as if perfectly fixed, despite the conditions. His nose is rosy from the cold, and a curved scar is found below his left eye.
This man makes his way swiftly to an unoccupied table and places a sack of coin on his table. Keeping a weary eye open, he attracts a barmaid when one becomes available and speaks politely." If I could have a tankard of Ale, and a warm meal, I'd certainly be grateful darling." He flashes a coy smile, but only for a moment, as if to pique the girls interests.
You see the barmaid is a human woman of about 5 foot 9. She has a curvy human build with pale skin, She has a pretty face and blue eyes and braided golden blonde hair that ends near her waist.
She is wearing a brown ankle length skirt, a white short sleeved shirt and a green bodice that assists with her figure. And a kerchief on her head.
The Bartender is a 6 foot 3 human with blonde hair and is very muscular (think Arnold from the 80's) wearing a white shirt.
at one table is
a man and he is a muscular towering 6'2 Human with brown hair and brown eyes.
a woman is 5'7 with a slim build with long loose platinum blonde going to her waist and sapphire blue eyes.
another woman is 5'8 has a athletic build with some curve to it. she has short sliver hair that looks stiff as stone and amber eyes.
the last woman is 5'6 with an athletic hour-glass build (that is slightly more curvy than the barmaid's) with short Copper red hair and green eyes.
another table has
a man looking like a strong 6'1 Human Draconic (silver) with silver hair and silver eyes. He is only wearing brown pants, some good boots and a white shirt.
a woman that is a 6'3 half-elf with a slim build with long loose golden blonde going to her waist and emerald green eyes. She is wearing fur clothing over her clothes.
another woman is at 5'6 and has a athletic build with some curve to it. she has long red hair going to her shoulders and green eyes. She looks human but her features a little to perfect for human.
The last woman is also 5'6 with an athletic hour-glass build (that is slightly more curvy than the barmaid's and matches the other red head's figure) with long Copper Red hair going to her waist and green eyes. she has a holy symbol of Kord that can be seen around her neck.
another table has a lone woman
she is a 5'6" dragon-half (not half-dragon) with an athletic hour-glass build. She has human white skin, long red hair and red eyes with 1 horn on each side of her head revealing her dragon heritage.
She is wearing fur clothing over her breastplate armour.
another table has 2 mountain folk men and a unique looking man.
The barmaid approaches your table
"Which ale would you like, we have; Agre's 11, Mountain Ale, Dragon ale, or the local ale. And for the meal would you like; beef stew, chicken stew, a steak, ribs, potatoes, or soup."
Right now two of the red heads are causing a little ruckus, and by the looks of their faces and the way they speak they are slightly drunk.
Rigsby's eyes prove sharp and keen on this instance and he observes the events inside the warm room unfold. His eyes dwell on the drunken redheads, and a smile crosses his face. The smile widens when the Barmaid speaks and he returns her welcoming tone." The Local Ale and beef stew will be fitting." He pauses for a moment and silently traces her curvy figure before his eyes wander to lone woman."And a drink for the half dragon in fur." He states, motioning to the lone woman." Would it be too obvious to buy her a dragon ale?" He asks himself more than the barmaid before quickly answering"Let the drink be her choice, and let her know where it came from. He finishes with a wink.
Mia:
"One Local ale and one beef stew. Yes, she prefers Dragon Ale. It's the strongest stuff we have, And I'll tell Valeria, the drink came from you. And since your not from around here, She is chief Odin's adopted daughter, and it's not wise to break her heart and she is picky about the half-dragon , dragon-half issue, even if they are the same heritage, they are still different."
As she walks to the bar with her hips swaying and talks to the bartender and then walks and enters the kitchen.
Hack nudges Moseby, and he says loudly enough for the newcomer to hear.
Who's the popinjay?
Mia:
Mai comes out of the kitchen with a bowl, and goes by the bar and picks up two steiners. She walks over to Valeria, dropping of a stiener and talking to her, then walks to Black Jarret Rigsby and drops off the bowl of stew and the last steiner.
"Here's your stew and your Drink. Valeria, says thanks for the drink."
Valeria:
she raises the steiner up with a smile at Black Jarret Rigsby.
"One Local ale and one beef stew. Yes, she prefers Dragon Ale. It's the strongest stuff we have, And I'll tell Valeria, the drink came from you. And since your not from around here, She is chief Odin's adopted daughter, and it's not wise to break her heart and she is picky about the half-dragon , dragon-half issue, since they look different and have slightly different features."As she walks to the bar with her hips swaying and talks to the bartender and then walks and enters the kitchen.
Rigsby irks his brow and mentally takes note" dragon half/ not half dragon." He nods to the barmaid" Many thanks."
Hack nudges Moseby, and he says loudly enough for the newcomer to hear.Who's the popinjay?
Rigsby's eyes narrow on the mountain of a man, and for a moment it looks almost as if his nose and mouth will contort into an animilistic snarl. He clears his throat and leans back in his chair however, and offers the man a treacherous smile. His now relaxed eyes beckon for Hacks's eyes to follow, as their focus move to Valeria, Rigsby gives what he presumes the man will think is his most lecherous gaze at the beautifully exotic dragon-half. Looking back to Hack, the popinjay offers the man a condescending wrist wave As Mia brings forth the Dragon Ale for Valeria.
"Here's your stew and your Drink. Valeria, says thanks for the drink."
He smiles warmly and nods at the barmaid.
she raises the steiner up with a smile at Black Jarret Rigsby.
He raises his own steiner in return and leans in the direction of the woman"Perhaps you would join a weary traveler?" he offers, motioning to the empty seat across from him. He glances around the room quickly before adding" I certainly see no other who could provide more favorable company
Hack, curious at the demeanor of the newcomer, stands to his full height, places a hand on Moseby's shoulder, then walks to Valeria's table. He stares at the newcomer for a long moment, and then leans in close to Valeria, saying quietly.
Mi' lady Valeria, does the newcomer's obvious leering get yer blood a boilin'. It sure does mine. Maybe Moseby and I should have a chat with the popinjay fer ya?
Valeria:
she looks at the new comer and then back to Hack
"Leave him be, looks like he is not from the northern territories. And does not know much, though if dad comes that may be another story. At which point I don't know if I should feel sorry for the guy, or embarrassment from dad."
Hack, curious at the demeanor of the newcomer, stands to his full height, places a hand on Moseby's shoulder, then walks to Valeria's table. He stares at the newcomer for a long moment, and then leans in close to Valeria, saying quietly.
Mi' lady Valeria, does the newcomer's obvious leering get yer blood a boilin'. It sure does mine. Maybe Moseby and I should have a chat with the popinjay fer ya?
Smiling simply, Rigsby placed one hand beneath the table and produced his trusty kukri from his flowing sleeve, keeping it hidden but at the ready as he observed the situation unfold. The man was a behemoth, as was his friend, but it would only take a few inches of steel to reach the heart of any man, he smirked at the thought of it, but it faded as he reminded himself of his father. He shrugs off the whole thing and finishes his meal, keeping an eye and blade ready.
Richard:
Alkaid:
"Lets see a drinking contest, cliche, a tournament, seen it, what about a game of making a girl blush or see who can last the longest with me and blackrose here flirting with them." She then lets out a drunken laugh.
Upon hearing those words his face went a little red with a slight look a lechery on his face.
Mia:
speaking in a tone that sends shivers down any man's spine with a smiling face
"Oh honey, I hope your not thinking certain things now."
Richard:
his face goes pale and you can somewhat see a cold sweat on his face and he replies in a slightly scared tone
"No, dear."
Hack laughs heartily, stands to his full height, raises his tankard to the newcomer.
Welcome stranger!
He turns on his heel and heads back to his table with Moseby, Artanthos, and Gardenia. He winks at the lady.
Miss me, sweetie?
Gardenia:
"Well, that wasn't long" she says with a smile.
Mia, another round when ya get a moment, and one for the fancy boy on me, eh?
Mia:
"Coming right up."
she goes and get the drinks and then distributes them.
Deorin slips through the door, and takes off her hat revealing her short red hair. She looks around, then makes her way to the bar.
Give me a drink please, surprise me.
Richard:
"We have Agre's 11, Mountain Ale, Dragon ale, and the local ale."
he sees your two mismatched eyes.
"We rarely have Changelings in these parts."
You sense he wants to add more on to that sentence, with his slight blush
Like I said, surprise me.
Sense motive:
Mia:
speaking in a tone that sends shivers down any man's spine with a smiling face
"Oh Honey, after we close the bar, we are going to have a little talk."
Richard:
@Deorin
"Here's your Ager's 11."
@Mia
his face goes pale and you can somewhat see a cold sweat on his face and he replies in a slightly scared tone
"Yes, dear."
Deorin will leave a silver on the bar, take her drink, and survey the room looking for a likely place to take a seat and enjoy her drink.
You see the barmaid is a human woman of about 5 foot 9. She has a curvy human build with pale skin, She has a pretty face and blue eyes and braided golden blonde hair that ends near her waist.
She is wearing a brown ankle length skirt, a white short sleeved shirt and a green bodice that assists with her figure. And a kerchief on her head.
The Bartender is a 6 foot 3 human with blonde hair and is very muscular (think Arnold from the 80's) wearing a white shirt.
at one table is
a man and he is a muscular towering 6'2 Human with brown hair and brown eyes.
a woman is 5'7 with a slim build with long loose platinum blonde going to her waist and sapphire blue eyes.
another woman is 5'8 has a athletic build with some curve to it. she has short sliver hair that looks stiff as stone and amber eyes.
the last woman is 5'6 with an athletic hour-glass build (that is slightly more curvy than the barmaid's) with short Copper red hair and green eyes.
another table has
a man looking like a strong 6'1 Human Draconic (silver) with silver hair and silver eyes. He is only wearing brown pants, some good boots and a white shirt.
a woman that is a 6'3 half-elf with a slim build with long loose golden blonde going to her waist and emerald green eyes. She is wearing fur clothing over her clothes.
another woman is at 5'6 and has a athletic build with some curve to it. she has long red hair going to her shoulders and green eyes. She looks human but her features a little to perfect for human.
The last woman is also 5'6 with an athletic hour-glass build (that is slightly more curvy than the barmaid's and matches the other red head's figure) with long Copper Red hair going to her waist and green eyes. she has a holy symbol of Kord that can be seen around her neck.
another table has a lone woman
she is a 5'6" dragon-half (not half-dragon) with an athletic hour-glass build. She has human white skin, long red hair and red eyes with 1 horn on each side of her head revealing her dragon heritage.
She is wearing fur clothing over her breastplate armour.
you see a table with a handsome looking man with red hair(Black Jarret Rigsby,)
another table has 2 mountain folk men (Hack + Moseby) and a unique looking man (Artanthos).
Right now two of the red heads are causing a little ruckus, and by the looks of their faces and the way they speak they are slightly drunk.
Deorin will go to a table by herself and watch the redheads causing the ruckus.
Blackrose:
in a drunken reply to Alkaid"Lets go with the flirting, it sounds more fun."
Finishing his meal and finally his steiner, Rigsby leaves a generous tip for the fair Mia, and stands. He clears his throat and strides confidently towards the table of Valeria. Bowing quaintly and offering a sly smile he begins" Excuse me milady, I couldn't help but overhear your uncanny ability to predict I do not hail from the northern territories." He laughs a slight hiss of a laugh at his own joke, before continuing." Truth be told you were right, and I'm already angering the locals." His tone trails off low as does his eyes. Past Valeria and across the room to the rambunctious "Hack", but only for a moment before returning surely to Valeria's favorable face. Truth be told i could really use a friend around here who could let me in on the who's who." Emboldened, the man gracefully takes a seat and leans close offering his most inviting smile"Jarret, is my name. Might I be so bold as to ask yours fair maiden?"
Hack notices the arrival of the very attractive redhead with the short hair. He turns his attention to Moseby.
So, Moseby, what are your intentions now? After the assault on yer squad, are you planning to return to duty, or might you be interested in finding some adventure in driving back the Church on yer own?
Valeria:
"Names Valeria. I knew, your not from around here, because I know almost all of the people in the Northern territories.
Those guys are just being over protective. As for who's who. Over at that table, there is Hack and Moseby, They good fighters.
My father Chief Odin controls the northern territories and protects them. I have my brother, Thor and 2 sisters, Luna and Morganna.
There is Stien "The quick study fist" who like me is a Dragon-Half.
Sarah Calligenia is a disciple of Stien like me, but she uses her looks, skills and words to get around.
Out of the Church of Zarus, only due to the Churches honourable elite warriors' duel with my father, is Kurtcoff Umbra now dead, and his Squire Cubia Shadow, who now is a high ranking Major. They lost each time, and because the duel was a legal gamble for the land and of keeping the other off it, due to the wording of the wager, it has shamed the Church's elites. But Cubia for some reason gives me a bad vibe."
Moseby sips his beer darkly for a while, looking more and more irritated in the bustling room, especially after Hack points out that "popinjay" at Valeria's table.
notices the arrival of the very attractive redhead with the short hair. He turns his attention to Moseby.
So, Moseby, what are your intentions now? After the assault on yer squad, are you planning to return to duty, or might you be interested in finding some adventure in driving back the Church on yer own?
....wha...hmmm. Magnyz's band is now done. We disbanded in desperation and haste....and seeing that the mission was a failure ...I'll not get paid jack-squat! I guess that's why Odin doesn't send regulars to the frontier posts anymore...there's no risk to his warchest. The friggin' miser! I guess I'm my own man for the moment... Why, you got any leads in the South? Needless to say there'll be trouble where you're goin'....but will it be lucrative? .....bah! My sporran is empty. I'm up for anything at this time even if I have to with ride with a scumbag punk like you! ....do you think our hungry Princess there might have a lead?...hmm...
Slinging back another tankard, Moseby gets up and strides assertively up to Valeria's table. 'Scuse me mate! he says, as he brushes the popinjay Barret aside like a gnat. Bowing to the young lady he addresses her in dialect
"Beg yer pardon, Miss. At your service....now if you need anything at all - or if anyone gives you trouble - you let us know, ye hear?
(a cold glare settles on Barret)
"Now...as I was trying to say before....I've just returned from Burgenstock - I was with Magnyz' company. Have you any word from our Lord on the fate of my crew? Or - by chance - any news from the South?"
Gardenia, do you and yer companions have any leads on any jobs that may require the services of someone like meself? The damnable advancement of the Church of Zarus is always a thorn in my side, but my Axe is available to any cause with the right price.
Gardenia:
"We don't have any leads, sorry."
Alkaid and Blackrose,
They put on a flirty pose.
They keep on their clothes,
and some think "I'll propose."
They are very attractive, you are fascinated for 1d6 rounds.
WIS Check:
Will
A man barely pushing average height but with obvious muscles and an extremely beautiful and voluptuous women walk in to the bar. "By the gods it's cold here! How do you northerners take it? Any way do you hav a room available for a couple of weary performers I'm an accomished firebreather" He snaps his fingers causing a small flame to appear and then dissappear as proof. "and my wife is skilled in throwing blades. Also some food would be nice. We've been traveling all over performing for the rich and the poor alike." He says as he glances around the room for anyone who might be from the the church and also for anyone worth pilfering unfortunately everyone either looks as broke as him or not worth the trouble.
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Deorin chokes on her drink a bit, and then bursts out laughing.
Sanjario:
"Oh crap, I was afraid of this"
Will:
"Oh this is sweet."
Richard:
Jaw drops, face blushes, slight nose bleed
Mia:
speaking in a tone that sends shivers down any man's spine with a smiling face
"Oh Honey, after we close the bar, we are so going to have a little talk."
Richard:
his face goes pale and you can somewhat see a cold sweat on his face and he replies in a slightly scared tone
"Yes, dear."
Stein:
He comes in through the door and sees the two red heads in their flirty pose, and keeps the straightest and emotionless face even after seeing that, and just walks to a near Valeria in the Northwestern corner of the Frozen A**.
Stein is about 6 feet tall, with what a appears as a slim build, his hair is white and his eyes keep varying in color. He is wearing a white overcoat with black clothes.
Slinging back another tankard, Moseby gets up and strides assertively up to Valeria's table. 'Scuse me mate! he says, as he brushes the popinjay Barret aside like a gnat. Bowing to the young lady he addresses her in dialect"Beg yer pardon, Miss. At your service....now if you need anything at all - or if anyone gives you trouble - you let us know, ye hear?
(a cold glare settles on Barret)
"Well look what we have here. The man begins in a belittling tone. He laughs, a real laugh, obviously amused." My new friend Valeria was just telling me about how overprotective you locals could be. He states, distracted by his own fingernails for a moment before smiling at Valeria." You see, when being attractive fails a man like Moseby here, his only hope of impressing such a fair lady is to resort to being obnoxious, and violent, and hope that the lady has need of such things. He speaks eloquently, but with a slightly unsettling calm. His right hand had found its way under the table again where it tapped the hilt of the blade up his sleeve nonchalantly, as if keeping a metronome." I fear Valeria here has so such needs, if I might be so bold as to presume." He smiles warmly and nods to Valeria but soon lets a cold gaze fall upon Moseby
Valeria
...
"Beg yer pardon, Miss. At your service....now if you need anything at all - or if anyone gives you trouble - you let us know, ye hear?
(a cold glare settles on Barret)
"Now...as I was trying to say before....I've just returned from Burgenstock - I was with Magnyz' company. Have you any word from our Lord on the fate of my crew? Or - by chance - any news from the South?"
Oh, you have returned from the western front. As for your crew, the rumours I heard were that they held it for a few months before Zarus did something to take it, I heard that there were prisoners taken. We did take it back before they could fortify it. As for news from the south not much, but Zarus is definitely on the move.
She turns to Black Jarret Rigsby, with a slightly insulted look
"I am not such a delicate flower that, I need protection. They are just following orders and they know I have taken down a whole squad (5 man group) of the Church of Zarus in frontal combat solo and all beaten by my fists."
She sees Stein pass the table, and quickly stands up with a slight look of fear and surprise on her face.
"Stein, Why are you here?"
Stein:
facing and then speaking as he takes a seat at another table.
"Oh, Hi Valeria, I am just wandering. And As for the movement of Zarus, looks like they are really into investigating the Lost Sacred Ruins and anything that deals with the far past."