Filios sits at the table and listens intently to Solomon's explanation of the rules.
Outstanding, let us begin!
Well played, Solomon. To your victory!
Filios lifts his ale in a salute, and he slides two silvers to the dwarf. Are you planning on leaving with the caravan, or are you striking out on your own to Absalom?
"I haven' yet decided. I had asked Marrik about it earlier this evenin', and he was alright with it, but I don' know if the pace they are setting is good for me. I will pray about it tonight before I gfo to sleep, and hope to have an answer in the mornin."
The half orc twins almost seem pleased at the challenge put forth by Willard; they seem to enjoy physical contests. While he manages to elude two of them, Zar gets a firm grasp on him, and pins him down so that his brothers can get hold.
Hearing the raised voices as she comes to the end of her second song Crystal sighs, stands and walks over to where the group of men are 'assembled'. She deftly tries to slide in amongst them.
And stumbles against Willard Barnable instead, planting a hand upon his road travelled studded armour.
She smiles up at the solidly built human,
"Now there, no need to tussle." She says, smiling and looking around at all involved.
"I'm sure you'd feel far more comfortable having had a chance to wash the dust and such from yourself, before enjoying a tankard...what say we share a drink?" Crystal smiles
She steps away from Willard, but offers the large man her hand. Looking to the bar tender she calls,
"There is some where to freshen up? Is there not?"
The half orcs step back, though the twins do so reluctantly. "There is a wash station outside at the entrance to the campground." Marik replies, perfectly willing to let the lovely lady have a go at dealing with his stubborn customer.
"How many times do I have to tell you that if you want to wrestle, you should go outside?" Boomer comments as he appears with another tray filled with something ready to be served. After accessing the situation, "If the good lady's offer is not enough, than I shall affirm what Marik has probably already said. If you want to be served, you must get the dirt level down to at least what everyone else in here has from the road." Turning his attention to everybody else he announces, "Per the request for desert, I have put together some fruit and cream filled pastries, and they are ready to be served. Talk to the halflings or myself, and we shall get you setup with one." The look on the half orc twins faces is one of indecision as they forced to choose between Boomer's cooking and a wrestling partner.
Thanks again for the game Solomon, enjoy the rest of your evening. I believe that my card game may be starting up again. Filios stands and winks at Solomon and strides back to the table where the cards are still arrayed. He sits comfortably awaiting the return of the half-orc brothers while he watches and listens to Crystal's attempt to control the oaf.
He motions for a halfling waiter. I am just about finished with my meal, and my thanks to the chef. I would also like to have some of that delicious-sounding desert. Filios begins to shuffle the cards, as he waits in anticipation for another hand.
Graal getting bored watching the inaction, and grabbing a pastry heads back to the table with the cards and chuckles at Filios' impatience, "You're as bad as my other half, always eager to engage in some sport to pass the time. I'm sure once Zar has given up on the prospect of a good wrestling match, he will be back to challenge you to some game or another; just be aware it may not be anything as calm and relaxing as cards." Graal munches on his pastry as he watches the crowd quietly.
"I'm sure you'd feel far more comfortable having had a chance to wash the dust and such from yourself, before enjoying a tankard...what say we share a drink?" Crystal smiles. "There is some where to freshen up? Is there not?"
Willy similes and looks down at his filthy clothing. "I s'pose I could wash up a bit if you'll have a pint wit' me."
He goes outdide to the wash station and does his best to clean his face and hands. Unfortunately, until he can change his clothes and give himself a proper bath the stink remains.
Crystal smiles, laughs and passes the time pleasantly with Willard.
"There! All better!" She grins and exclaims once their work is done. "Now, lets hurry back inside and see about that drink...and those pastries..." With out waiting for Willard, Crystal turns and scampers back inside the tent now hunting for the wild and elusive desert...(^_~)
Zar sits back down, but is clearly disappointed at the abrupt disruption of the physical exercise. He is not particularly interested in mere cards at this point, he is looking for something more exciting.
Zar, my friend, you seem a bit out of sorts. If the prospect of another game of cards does not interest you, I am sure that we can come up with something fun. What say you to some sparring by firelight, or a bit of a patrol around the caravan camp to see if anything is amiss that may require some strongarm tactics? Having finished my meal, I am certainly prepared for some physical activity!
At the word sparring, Zar's immediately interested. He indicates that there is a perfect place just out front for a makeshift sparring ground, and will eagerly show it off if any in the tent show interest.
Although I make lack your physical strength, Zar, I am more than up for a bit of sparring. Shall we? Filios smiles broadly, stands and gestures towards the entrance.
Not sure what happened there, Willy looks down at his shiny clean clothes, bewildered.
"Wut da...?"
He goes back into the tavern looking for the wild Crystal and the elusive pint of ale.
Zar will gladly take you up on your offer, and Marik will follow just to make sure his brother doesn't rage out of control accidently.
Filios follows Zar out of the tent, and jokingly says loud enough for all to hear, Take it easy on me big fella!
Filios wades in bare-knuckled and fakes a right hook to the jaw of Zar.
Zar opens his long arms up as wide as he can as he falls for the feint, but doesn't care as he moves in to encircle Filios in a giant bear hug.
Filios successfully evades the attempted bearhug by Zar.
As he ducks away he swings with an uppercut.
nonlethal damage
Zar takes the punch, but seems to shrug it off as he tries to put his meaty fist into the elf's stomach, with no success.
Filios swings again, standing toe to toe with the half-orc.
Filios hits Zar's armor, but does not penetrate it; For a moment it looks like Zar is going to go berserk, but the presence of his brother is enough to keep him from reacting automatically. Instead, he tries once more to put his fist in the half elfs gut, but once again misses. Graal has come outside by now to watch the entertainment.
Filios attempts to grapple the half-orc, and cannot seem to get a good hold.
Zar tries once more with his meaty fist to knock the wind out of the elf, and fails, as Marik and Graal are closely watching to see how this close contest turns out.
Filios again attempts to grapple the half-orc.
He wraps his arm ferociously around Zar's massive neck in a chokehold.
The half orc again has to save to not rage and fails as his eyes light up and his muscles bulge as his new found strength is still useless against the half elf.
Filios attempts to maintain his hold.
Filios begins to drag the grappled half-orc to his brothers, moving 15 feet in their direction.
Grrrr...do you give Zar?
Zar continues to struggle as his brothers are content to watch since the elf seemed to be doing fine on his own.
Filios attempts to maintain the hold.
Filios begins to deliver damage by punching Zar in the face with his free hand.
nonlethal damage
Come on, Zar...say mercy!
Zar can't say anything as he is currently napping. His brothers drag him back to the wagon behind the tent to sleep it off, congratulating you on a job well done.
Filios bows to the departing half-orcs, and heads off in search of Solomon, the dwarf. An idea about a far away city that he had heard of recently flitters across his mind's eye.
Solomon packs his things and departs with Filios, hoping this elf is leading him towards the will of Torag.
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The man staggered into the door-frame as he entered, his gaze lazily taking in the interior. The last vestiges of the Brandy that that accursed elf had 'forced' him to drink... He paused, laughing at the prospect. Well, that the elf had shared, at any rate. His head was still swimming... He fixed on a bar-stool across the room, entering fully into the tavern.
He was tallish, though not overly so, especially given his obvious Northerner heritage. His hair , tied in a pony-tail, was jet black, his skin pale,and his eyes a slate-grey. He was youngish, no more than 20 years, though he already bore several scars upon his face and arms.
A travel-stained cloak of dark blue covered his grey tunic, the sleeves of a fine mail shirt peeking out from beneath.
At his hip was rapier,as were a pair of throwing knives.
A backpack (Slung over his left shoulder) sported a jumble of tools and a pair of javelins, and upon his back...
Upon his back was the massive form of a Bardiche, it's blade covered in leather, the surface of the blued-steel showing the shape of many Runes and intricate knotwork patters, burned into it's surface.
Coming to rest at a stool, the man slumps into a chair, his hand going to his forehead in obvious discomfort.
Setting the back unceremoniously at his feet, as well as unbuckling his weapons-belt, he then carefully removed the Bardiche from its weapon-sling upon his back. Whispering something to it, almost intimately, he layed it across his lap, glaring at those nearby, daring them to sit too close...
Intimidate
Pulling out a small handful of silver, he bellows for a drink "Bahlkeep! Bearh... Wi-une..Anything bote Br..Brandee..."
Fort save DC 13
At the thought, he turns, grabbing a nearby patron's tankard, violently heaving into it.
A look half apologetic, half daring the man to say something follow. then, with a sheepish grin he fishes out a silver...look at the man's crestfallen face, deposits it once more within his pouch and returns with a gold instead
Sleight of Hand flipping between his fingers with a deftness that seemed far beyond his inebriated state, before tossing it down in front of the man. "Sorry, Mate..."
Nodding an apology towards the mug, he awaits his drink...
A massive half orc stands up from his seat behind the bar, and "suggests" helpfully, "How about we start you off with some stew and bread to help you deal with the drink you already have? If that is not sufficient than we can give you some of Boomer's special tea. At that point, we can discuss drinks," as he motions to one of the halflings to get some solid food for their latest customer.
"You are the second person to ask tonight, and unfortunately, we don't, given that we are already full in the wagon as it is. Don't worry, we'll only resort to Boomer's tea if the solid food isn't enough to get you back into the realm of the non head buzzing population of the world. Once we have accomplished that, we have several light drinks that will give you the feeling you are looking for without the severe head buzzing." Marik has clearly dealt with this problem more than once in the past.
Crystal moves around and discreetly helps the staff clean up after the new comers.....'outburst'..........
No longer occupied with watching the fight, Willy blurts
What 'bout my drink?"
Now that the barbarian has met the conditions of the house, a halfling will come over and go over the various options available to him.
Tucking in to his stew heartily, the young man mumbled between bitefuls " Thank ye for the food, good barman. I be Finnegan Mac Morn, late of...Well, late of parts elsewhere... Here in your fine city for..." He paused, laughing a bit, then continued "[b]Well, for whatever it throws my way, I S'pose."
When he had finished his food, and washed it down with...tea,the youth oulls a whetstone out of his pouch, ad sets about cleaning and sharpening the blade of the massive polearm that he cradles like some precious child.
"I am Marik, and welcome to our little endeavor of a traveling bar. You are far from being the only one in this tent who has cast his fortune upon the wind."
Realizing that he was, indeed, in a tent (And not a solid building), Finn steadies him self upon the stool...er, cushions. That was, indeed, some strong Elvish Brandy.
Finishing his large salad in silence, and eying the lift around him, Lokprakash chuckles quietly to himself. He signals to one of the halflings and politely asked them to bring him one of the desserts mentioned by Boomer.
He looks around the room for the dwarf that asked him the question about his traveling companion, feeling rather rude for ignoring him earlier. Lokprakash has much on his mind. Noticing he is gone, he makes a quick prayer to the Gods to forgive him for shunning the obviously holy man.
The apology to the Gods complete, he looks around the room for someone to share dessert with and enjoy the rest of the evening talking to.
I think a lot of the characters have found homes and I've been busy with other threads. I will give the advertising thread a bump and see if anyone is still needing this while they wait for games.
Any characters looking for some adventure should drop by THIS THREAD and introduce themselves.