Shaking his head, he thanks the world that he didn't have such an awful habit as that. Looking at him straight with his crimson eyes wide. "When I get angry, I think of my soon adventures. Is better than breaking trinkets." he states, flapping his hands on the table.
Tolla turns away from the old Halfling to the young woman in white speaking to her. "I have half a mind to do just that. He should be ashamed--" Tolla begins to reply, when the Halfling stumbles through the door. She lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's disgraceful, being that drunk in the middle of the day. I mean, I'll have a drink or two with lunch on a weekend, but honestly, there's no need to get sloshed to enjoy the festival. I think he's an alcoholic."
Tolla surveys the room. Among the boisterous tiefling (ugh, such ugly people), the masked weirdo, and the other shifty patrons of the Rusty Dragon, she feels a little nervous, her brow furrowing. She preferred the White Stag on the north side of town, which was more local. Ameiko's place was always filled with all manner of "adventurers," which usually meant "weird dirty vagabonds with weapons." Still, it wouldn't do to be outright rude to the people in here, since they were good for business. "My name is Tolla, by the way," she says to the Chelish girl, her voice back to normal, still not as deep as one would expect for her size. "That's a lovely dress you've got. I haven't worn anything so fancy in quite a while. Too much work to do, I guess," she says, indicating the stack of planks she had carefully laid against an out-of-the-way tavern wall.
Tolla turns away from the old Halfling to the young woman in white speaking to her. "I have half a mind to do just that. He should be ashamed--" Tolla begins to reply, when the Halfling stumbles through the door. She lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's disgraceful, being that drunk in the middle of the day. I mean, I'll have a drink or two with lunch on a weekend, but honestly, there's no need to get sloshed to enjoy the festival. I think he's an alcoholic."
"Yeah... you tell him ... Tsk .. to drink Alcohol... on the middle of a weekday..."
oh boy, did her breath smelled like alcohol? She really hoped she smelled more like shrimp."My name is Tolla, by the way," she says to the Chelish girl, her voice back to normal, still not as deep as one would expect for her size. "That's a lovely dress you've got. I haven't worn anything so fancy in quite a while. Too much work to do, I guess," she says, indicating the stack of planks she had carefully laid against an out-of-the-way tavern wall.
"oh, do you like it? I made this myself from an old tunic... Ok, to be honest I made this myself, I made a disaster and an actual tailor made some correction, but is still my design. And I also made a whole set of napkins. You wouldn't believe how excessively prude was this dress before. It barely showed my face."
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Onas sips his drink. "Come now, a little alcohol turns down the heat of the day, besides would you put the lovely Ms. Kaijutsu's establishment out of business?"
Then, with a frown directed at the door the halfling stumbled through, he mutters under his breath, "However, some people should be more careful how much they imbibe, no matter the time of day, "
Perking up at the prospect of drinks, Lars rummages through his pack, which is surprisingly heavy with gold despite his clumsy demeanor and strange mannerisms. Placing about 5 gold on the bar, he asks very sheepishly to the lovely woman at the head of it; "Excuse. How many drinks will this buy? Thirsty." he states simply in broken common.
Not thinking too hard on the matter, he actually leaves the gold on the table and approaches someone who's happened to draw his attention quite a bit. Walking sheepishly, even more so now that women are involved in the matter, he strolls over to Lucia and Tolla, who has been tossing him somewhat dirty looks at everyone.
Feeling a bit more daring, he looks at her as he approaches, just generally concerned with the whole thing. He's taken aback as he finds himself in the middle of the tavern as more upon more colorful adventurers and tourists pour into the rusty dragon surprisingly quick.
Looking back, he says something he's only heard of a few times. "5 gold. Drinks on myself. Enjoy." Was it his generosity, or his foolishness? Regardless, that was more than enough money to buy an entire tavern a drink. Right?
Looking to the women he tilted his head after the statement.
What he said was most definitely ended on a question, but he couldn't be sure that they, or anyone, for that matter, would understand.
"Ugh, you wouldn't believe the dress my ex-husband wanted me to wear for our wedding," she responds to Lucia. "You probably couldn't have even made one napkin from that skimpy thing. He was a pig."
Although she hadn't expected that the other patrons would start talking to her, she seems unphased by it. She snorts a little laugh at the tattooed Varisian. "I doubt that Ms. Kaijutsu will go out of business anytime soon." She gives a judgmental nod of agreement at his comment toward the Halfling. She also nods at the tiefling, and eyes him quizzically for a moment before looking away. He looks familiar...
Tolla is trying to remember where she could know the tiefling from (did he used to live here?) when the masked man comes up to her and the white-dressed woman and offers them drinks. "Uh, thanks,"she replies, obviously put off by his mask but not wanting to say anything too rude to his face (so to speak). Especially not if he was laying down five gold for drinks, although Tolla can't figure out if he actually knows how much money that is. She is caught off guard by his strange-tongued question. "What?" The language is strange, and vaguely familiar, and Tolla's brow furrows as she considers that he may have insulted her in some language just because he knew she wouldn't understand it. At least, it sounded kind of insulting, but maybe it was just how the language sounded.
He tilted his head in confusion once again. Shrugging and shaking his head back and forth. Speaking in broken common once more, stutters included, he says "Apologies. Is goblin tongue. More used to it." he somewhat shrinks at the idea that he didn't make a good first impression.
"Goblin? Why would you speak Goblin?" Tolla asks. "Horrible little things," she adds. She smirks a little at the masked man, though. "Hey, maybe you can tell me something to yell at them when they get stupid enough to try to raid my stables. Not that I can't beat them away myself, but sometimes they get close enough to spook the horses."
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Goblins, eh? Don't they worship Lamashtu? It was one of her unholy symbols I just crushed. Don't think they'd be too keen on that. Balazar idly twirls a twig between his left hand's seven fingers. He then says a few words in a tongue that sounds like it doesn't belong in such a boisterous and friendly man's throat.
Lucia was thinking that given the size of Tolla it was probably possible to shelter the whole homeless population of Varisia using her skimpiest underwear, but in a rare moment of wisdom she decided to hold that thought to herself.
"One thing is sure about your husband, he had some nerve. You look like a woman that knows how to get respect."
Lucia couldn't help but imagine a furious Tolla brandishing a gigantic rolling pin.
"So, since is an EX husband I guess you broke with him in the end. His loss..."
Lucia really meant that, Tolla was a stranger to her, nonetheless she felt a good vibe. She looked reassuring and vary strong, not just physically.
"And now what? do you have a job here in Sandpoint?"
While chitchatting with Tolla Lucia didn't miss the offering from that bizarre masked figure and she was considering it.
It's a free drink, and while his benefactor was certainly weird she was pretty sure there was no ulterior motif.
On the other hand, it would be the third cup of rice wine in a row.
Sure, it's not that strong, and she just had a bowl of shrimps but still, she didn't wanted to make a fool of herself, expecially when Tolla already stated how does she feels about midday drinkers.
Oh, what the nine hells, she would put the decision on her.
"So... since apparently we have been offered a round, do you think we could make an exception and have a little toast?"
"Hmm..." Lars stood tall for a moment, scratching at his chin. For a moment, he continues to do this, before snapping his fingers. "Yell Kuzzek Mak Tal at them. That gets to them. It means "I'll kill you." It was one of 17 ways to say that, actually. Goblins had 42 words for "ouch", after all. Their language was unorganized... half the time the poor things couldn't even understand each other.
Turning to look at the man again for a moment, he wondered what "Lamashtu" was, but disregarded it without much worry.
Taking a moment, he sits down with the 2 girls, twiddling his thumbs. "Goblins aren't terrible. Dangerous, yes..." he says, placing both of his axes on the table, ignoring the fact he was with feminine company that may not enjoy the prospect of that. "Mischievous. Curious. Scavengers." he said, tracing his fingers across one of the axes.
You... what? Demons are horrible monsters, not from our world, that destroy everything in their path.
If I ever found out which of my ancestors thought consorting with demons was a good idea, I'll—
Goblins, eh? Don't they worship Lamashtu?
Hearing the conversations from the Tiefling, Lucia believed that getting too involved in them was not the brightest idea.
Too bad bright idea were not always the first choice of Lucia."You sir are pretty judgmental for a tiefling you know? I thought being exposed to social stigma and constant prejudice made you more open-minded. Guess I was wrong. Goblins are goblins, they are born that way, I highly doubt religion is hereditary or by now I would bathe in gold and wondering how many more coin would I need to buy the world. If I didn't know if a demon and a human can fall in love, or if I had absolutely no clue about goblin culture, especially in the presence of someone that probably knows a little bit more, I would just shut up"
Ok she might not be drunk... but sure rice wine should have a role in that last speech.
Lars just sat about. Socially awkward as the man was, he wasn't about to drop into a conversation where he didn't know so many large, common words. Tiefling was a new one. As was Hereditary... "Goblins worship things stronger than them." he said matter o'factly.
It wasn't much, but on more than 1 occasion Lars had found the strange humanoids quite civil. It was just a question of what tribe they hailed from, really... Although most were certainly foolish and unruly. It didn't change the fact they were cowards, however.
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Balazar recoils a bit from Lucia's tirade. I... I'm sorry. I was still a bit angry. The goblins... I suppose that if they weren't raised the way they were, they could turn out better. As for demons... He laughs, though notably it does not sound as cheerful or enthusiastic as the deep boom from earlier. Well, my mentor told me of a place far to the north, where demons spill forth from the Abyss and bring ruin to all of the surrounding lands. A spreading blight on the world. He called it the Worldwound. Needless to say, I do not hold my ancestors from the other side in very high regard.
Sitting about in an awkward silence, Lars's immunity to such social cues allowed him to ask a very simple question that might lighten the mood. "What plans do you people have for the Festival?" It was the least broken common he'd spoken all day.
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Thirsty after Doing what he can to prepare for the coming festival Ja'Hut decides it would be good to cool down and get something to drink. Hearing the Rusty Dragon was filled with normally more open mind folks he decides to stop in for a drink. You see a 1/2 orc Dressed in yellow robes, a blue hat, and a Medallion on his neck enter the tavern. He finds an open table and sits down. He peruses the tavern and wonders if he's come to the right place, seems like a human hangout. No matter, as long as folks get along, then he is at the right place. He waves over the serving girl and orders an ale and decides to see if he can hear what folks are talking about today..
I hate goblins.' Kel's expression remains dark as Raseri finishes her story and an uneasy silence fills the room. Kel studies Raseri's face, really looking at her for the first time since she'd poured him a mug of mead on his first visit to the Dragon. "Well," he breaks the silence, "They'll have to get through me too if they try to put a rope around you." Giving an awkward smile, he suddenly feels like he'd just said something out of place and backpeddles, "Not that you couldn't handle yourself I mean. You look strong as an ox... not that I think you're in any way oxlike I mean. I think you are nothing like an ox, except strong." Running out of words, he continues to grin like an idiot.
Raseri looked at Kel as if he'd announced his intent to strip naked and dance through the common room of the Dragon. This man was rumored to kill boar's bare-handed and he was obviously nervous about insulting a small, shy girl.
Well, I do work with Das Korvut, but I don't...
Then she noticed the goofy grin and it all fell into place. Something welled up from her heart and she tried to stop it. She honestly did, but it was no use. The chuckles started softly, but soon built to a body-shaking giggle that turned her face red with embarrassment. She managed to get it under control enough to speak clearly.
"Thank you. I appreciate the thought."
Sitting about in an awkward silence, Lars's immunity to such social cues allowed him to ask a very simple question that might lighten the mood. "What plans do you people have for the Festival?" It was the least broken common he'd spoken all day.
"I guess I'm going to perform on the streets. I asked Cyrdak Drokkus for a small slot on the theater schedule but I never got an answer, I guess is not gonna happen." Lucia started to gesticulate a lot while talking. with each gesture a trail of colorful sparks lingered in the air.
"basically that's it, I'm going to entertain the kids with some tricks and hope to get enough money to get along for another month without having to sell more of my jewelry."
There are a few words on this world that Lars has come to perk up at the mere thought of. Jewelry was most certainly one of them. Right up there with Magical, Baubles, Trinkets, and Treasure. His avarice preceeded him, but only because it was just about all he knew, or ever learned, from watching goblins for hours a day.
"Jewelry? Shiny? Splendid!" he said as he stuttered out the common, clapping with joy at the word. As he lost excitement, he dwelled on what he, himself, wanted. "I leave sandpoint... First ever. Adventure! See world and make friends..." He said a little crestfallen. The whole room had been making his chest well up with happiness and envy. It was truly a magnificent spectacle to have so many colorful adventurers he could potentially embark with. Needless to say, he was far more than just a little bit excited.
Standing up, he placed a foot on the table, raising one of his axes. "For now enjoy us! Fun to be had!"
"And now what? do you have a job here in Sandpoint?"
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"So... since apparently we have been offered a round, do you think we could make an exception and have a little toast?"
"Yeah, I work with my father. I help him do the numbers for the shipyard, and do some work down there myself," she replies, gesturing toward the lumber. "But there's a half-day for the festival."
She looks again toward the lumber. It's not going anywhere, and the shipyard doesn't need that much work today... "I suppose a drink couldn't hurt."
Tolla orders, then sips a large glass of wine as the other patrons converse. She listens with a concerned, thoughtful face at the talk of golbins. On the one hand, the tiefling is almost certainly right in his judgment of the goblins--horrible demon-worshipping wretches as far as she's concerned--but she had assumed that about most tieflings as well. On the other hand, she found it difficult to agree with her new friend, but admired her outspoken conviction.
She relaxes when the masked man changes the topic. "You know, I have a few friends who make some neat jewelry. Not too expensive, either, maybe you could make some trades." She even smiles and laughs when the masked man raises his foot to the table and holds his axe aloft in excitement. "You are too funny!" she exclaims to him.
Looking at the woman, still high up on the table, he lowers his axe and tilts his head. "What is funny?" he asks as he sits down once more. "Jewelry lovely. Would love to!" he says as he spins the axe along his wrists rather quickly. It looks rather dangerous, but he seems rather adept at it.
First, thanks to everyone for the great roleplay! I have enjoyed checking in here many times throughout the days and watching the back and forth between everyone.
Recruitment is officially CLOSED at this point. I have my preliminary party selection complete and will be reviewing it over the weekend. I hope to finalize it no later than Monday. This is not an easy process and I wish I could just take a larger group, but I want to keep it around five.
Have a great weekend and I'll check back in soon!
If you listen closely, you can hear the dagger of suspense slowly stabbing me in my torso.
On the exciting upside, I wouldn't mind discussing possible future interactions with everyone to pass the weekend by a bit quicker. I feel like a lot of people her could interract with Lars very well, especially Varius and anyone that could speak goblin.
Especially the goblin.
Good luck, everyone! :3
Whelp. No sense dallying. Back to the roleplay! I atleast want to enjoy the festival before I get the axe.
As Lars sat at the table, the tavern, the rusty dragon, fell into a strange silence. The room had gone completely quiet as everyone slowly drank their mugs, and sipped their wine. It was an odd thing. So shortly before had everyone been in such high spirits...
To his left, the tiefling had clammed up, after having a small blow to his pride struck; something Lars wasn't even aware of. The circular haired woman had also gone quiet. Everyone had gone quiet and it frankly bothered him a bit.
As he span his axe across his forearm, he looked at the table, tilting his head to the left. With as much strength as he could muster, he did something that usually got the attentions of the goblins he'd come to understand. With as much strength as he could muster in one arm, he struck at the table, resounding a loud noise and effectively breaking it with surprising ease.
Power Attack -1
To the immediate surrounding people, the noise was rather out of place and surprising, to say the least. As the noise passed and the sound of the tavern got even quieter he said something pretty simple. "This is Festival." he said, spinning the axe back around his wrist. Throwing it up and catching it, he continued. "Make it so! Party just starting friends!"
Raseri burst through the door, a quarterstaff in her hands.
"What in the frozen hells happened in here?" she yells once she sees the table that's been demolished.
Standing among the rubble and the shocked faces of his local companions, Lars merely raises his axe and tilts his head, suddenly realizing that that probably wasn't the best of ideas. Replying in broken common, he says "Fun?" rather sheepishly with a shrug, still holding the axe he'd used to break the table.
"They may put up with that at the Feedbag, but not here at the Dragon. You're going to have to pay for the cost of that table."
Raseri marches up to the axe wielding man, staff still in her hands.
As the woman approaches him, he can't help but realize that he may have done something that people in high society didn't enjoy. Looking to the green man, he couldn't help but wonder what the word "civilized" met. Backing away from Raseri, he does make it a point to raise his axes, and spins the one in his right hand upon his wrist, as slow as he could.
"Apologies. Gold? Gold." he asks as he backs up more, gesturing forward with his left axe.
Bethana had been outside fetching some supplies when the destruction of the table occurred. She pushes through the door whistling to herself and begins to walk towards the kitchen when she spots the masked axe wielder man standing in the debris of what used to be one of her tables. Complete surprise causes her to fumble a step and she loses her footing and falls to the ground dropping a half dozen items that scatter across the floor in the process. She quickly stands up and mutters, ""My luck is in Abadar's Vaults." Ignoring the load she just lost on the floor she glares at Lars.
It is apparent that her face has visibly reddened, either from embarrassment or anger. Bethana looks around the room and when she spots Raseri she thrusts and open hand towards the wreckage and exclaims, "Raseri! What is the meaning of this? Why are all of these weapons being brandished in this room? And WHAT has happened that table!"
To say Lars's head didn't circulate the room slowly would be an understatement. He quickly checked the onlooking faces of the spectators, all of whom bore signs of misunderstanding and surprise. Some even outrage. He felt bad that he'd broken the table, really. Atleast, he did now.
Putting away the axe in his left hand, the one not spinning, he keeps spinning the other. "Woman is scary! Just wanted to..." and that's about the time he realized how silly an idea it had been.
He spouts off in goblin, hoping to be better understood.
To the immediate surrounding people, the noise was rather out of place and surprising, to say the least. As the noise passed and the sound of the tavern got even quieter he said something pretty simple. "This is Festival." he said, spinning the axe back around his wrist. Throwing it up and catching it, he continued. "Make it so! Party just starting friends!"
Lucia turned her head and closed her eyes as splinters were flying from the collapsing table.
this was too..... colorful... even for her tastes. This guy was masked raw chaos hurled into the tavern. This had to stop ... now...."Someone will spend the festival with Mr. Hemlock." said the girl clearly angered. Drunken archers in the backyard, raving mad savages in the tavern. She had enough.
Lucia showed the splinters off her dress with a gesture of her hand, then confronted the masked man.
She opened her palm towards him, pronounced a few arcane words and said "Hey you!!! eyes on me..." the girl hands still produced colorful sparkles, but this time was different.
It was more intense, hundreds... thousands of scintillating sparkles sprouting out of her open palm. It was almost violent. And the masked man was right in the middle of it.
Color Spray: Will DC 16
Will save
The woman that had yelled was the nice lady he had so recently talked to. Unfortunately, when his head snapped toward her his eyes widened in a little more than surprise. The display that erupted from her hand seemed to hit him in the back of the brain, forcing him back a bit, and causing him to drop his remaining spinning axe.
Which had still been spinning.
As he lost control of the thing, it flung across in the distance, past, and dangerously close to, Bethana. The weapon embeded itself in a support beam not a foot from her. His consciousness left him as he fell coarsely to the ground, and he drifted into a forced state of delusion.
Lucia closed her hand as the last sparks flung wild into the air and dispersed.
She was panting, not much by exhaustion but rather from the discharge of her anger.
She walked silently beside Bethana and removed the axe from the wall.
Then proceeded to take the other one from the masked man.
Raseri was there, possibly ready to intervene and stop this madness as well.. she presented her the two axes.
"Here, make sure he can't do any more damage with these."
Lucia left on the table a couple of silvers for her last cup of wine. The masked man offered the round but she suspected those 4 gold were part of the damage compensation now.
She walked towards the exit still a little upset.
"I'll search for the sheriff."
While approaching the door she was thinking to herself. "For his sake I hope the Drunken archer is no longer out there."
"I'll take care of this Beth." she said as she took the axes hung them in her belt.
Raseri reaches out and grabs Lucia by the collar before she takes two steps, obviously not any happier with the sorceress than she was with the strange masked man.
"That was stupid, and pointless. He said he was willing to pay for the table, and now you're going to help him."
She hands the staff to Lucia before picking Lars up and carrying him like a sack of flour and marching the two off to kitchen.
She sets Lars down, sitting against the wall before turning to glare at Lucia.
"What kind of twice damned magic did you cast on him? He said he was willing to pay, and you didn't even give me a chance to settle this without putting people in danger. You could have killed somebody!"
She lets out a long suffering sigh, trying to calm down some.
"So, to pay for the table, both of you are going to help out around here, by cleaning dishes and floors. No magic, you'll have to do this like the rest of us mortals."
"I'll take care of this Beth." she said as she took the axes hung them in her belt.
Raseri was approaching Lucia. Obviously to congratulate with her on resolving the incident. Lucia was about to say a pre-emptive "you are welcome" when...
Raseri reaches out and grabs Lucia by the collar before she takes two steps, obviously not any happier with the sorceress than she was with the strange masked man.
"That was stupid, and pointless. He said he was willing to pay for the table, and now you're going to help him."
"You are....... WHAT?!?"
She sets Lars down, sitting against the wall before turning to glare at Lucia.
"What kind of twice damned magic did you cast on him? He said he was willing to pay, and you didn't even give me a chance to settle this without putting people in danger. You could have killed somebody!"
"He is still going to pay. Is not dead or anything, he will just awake in less than a minute with a huge headache and two missing axes. oh, by the way.. you are welcome. You know.. from stopping the raving madman before he hacked into a customer and said he is willing to pay for it too.."
Said Lucia crossing her arms.
She lets out a long suffering sigh, trying to calm down some.
"So, to pay for the table, both of you are going to help out around here, by cleaning dishes and floors. No magic, you'll have to do this like the rest of us mortals."
Lucia jaw almost touched the floor.
She was supposed to do what now?"Do you realize that I never washed a dish, a floor, or my clothes for that matter, without using magic? I'm not even sure how are you supposed to do that."
She wasn't Joking... before escaping Druma her family had almost 50 servants. She had a servant to dress her and a servant to brush her hair.
After leaving Druma she responded with gold at most of her problems... and now that her gold ran out she still relied on her magic to swipe the floor of her apartment. She didn't had dishes there, she didn't know how to cook anyway. She was a regular at the rusty dragon, and sometimes the market when she was tempted by some of the already prepared meals sold there.
Her pride and overconfidence slowly started to slip away as she was thinking about her punishment.
A humbled Lucia said in hush tone
"Couldn't I just pay with coin? Or at least use a little touch of magic..."
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Onas eyes the door cautiously. So much commotion is sure to draw the guard, is it not? he thinks.
"Come friends, let us all settle down or we will add greatly to the Sheriff's burdens before the Festival. The adorable little bouncer has the situation under control, and the man offered a round to the house. I say we drink up."
Onas scoops up Lars' coins, palming one in the process.
With a smile for Bethana, he dumps the coins into her hands. While she counts the coin, Onas cocks his head slightly with a look of obvious puzzlement. "Ah, wait, what is this?" Onas reaches down to the halfling's ear and pulls the missing coin out from behind it.
"I could never be false with a lady possessed of such beautiful eyes.", he says with a smile. "Now, I believe the funny fellow offered us drinks ..."
Raseri's face split into a wicked, wolf-like grin. Her eyes blazed with devilish delight.
"Well, there's no time like the present to learn, and no, you can't just pay me for the table, nor can you use any magic. Otherwise, what's the point. Coin can be earned or stolen, and magic can be regained. Time and sweat, though, losing that will stick with anybody."
Raseri dragged Lucia over to a large tub with stacks of dishes beside it.
"There's the soap," she pointed to a large brick of something that looked waxy, "And there's the rags," she pointed out a stack of neatly folded, clean, if well used rags. "I'll get you some water, and show you what to do, and it'd better be done right, or you'll be washing them all again."
She put a large pot of clean water on the stove, waiting until it was almost boiling before dumping it into the washtub.
"Take a rag and the soap and work up a good lather. Once you do that, scrub the dishes until their clean then stack them neatly over here."
She pointed to a worn, water-stained table that sat on the other side of the tub.
"Oh, and if I catch you using magic, you'll also be cleaning the chamberpots."
Once Lars had regained his senses, Raseri grabbed a broom and the masked man, leading him to the common room once more.
"First, you'll be cleaning the mess you made. Don't worry, I'll give you your axes back after you're finished working off the table."
She showed him the place to pile the broken table, next to the firewood, and how to use the broom when he seemed to be confused about what to do with it. Once she was done with that, she split her time watching Lars and Lucia, and waiting on the other patrons of the Rusty Dragon.
"Oh, and if I catch you using magic, you'll also be cleaning the chamberpots."
"But.. I..."
Murmured Lucia with her eyes low.
It was pretty clear there was no escape from this.
She removed her long gloves securing them on her belt, then took the soap and a rag and started to make some bubbles.
She started to scrub the dishes with care and once they were clean she put them on the table as instructed.
It wasn't that hard... she almost enjoyed it. To see the dishes becoming neat and clean out of some soap and hard work was kinda satisfying.
She started to pick up the Rhythm.
Soap up, scrub, wash and stack
Soap up, scrub, wash and stack
Soap up, scrub, wash and stack
Soap up, scrub, wash and stack
Soap up, scrub, wash and CRASH!!!!!
Raseri returned to the Kitchen to see Lucia drenched up to her head, sitting on the floor in a pool of water, soap and half a dozen shattered plates.
"You never mentioned they were going to be slippery..."
Waking up wasn't fun, at all. In his dazed state he had felt the tug of a hand upon his wrist, and so he followed as his vision slowly unfurled. He hadn't heard at all what the woman had said, and only just caught the end of how to properly use the wooden stick he'd been handed. "I... Huh?" he said, scratching his head in confusion.
As he scratched his head he felt the string upon the base of his neck, making sure they were still properly fastened and tied in the way that he so frequently tied them. Looking to Raseri as she watched him use the broom in an amateurs fashion, he asked sheepishly, slowing his broom work. "Did anyone touch mask?" he asked, sweeping with 1 hand as he pointed to his head.
Finishing his primary sweeping he began to lift the bulk of the table, holding up a rather large chunk of it, with most of the pieces still attached, he actually began to look at the tables carefully.
Looking at the pieces of wood carefully, he found that it wasn't broken. It would take time, but he wasn't about to just trash perfectly good wood, no? Instead he figured he'd just pack it outside and place it in a dark corner before he came and jury rigged it back to good standards.
Just as he began to think this, he couldn't help but hear a crash from the kitchen. He sighed a deep sigh, looking about to see what had happened.
he mumbled something silently in goblin, with a bit of a pout.
Waking up wasn't fun, at all. In his dazed state he had felt the tug of a hand upon his wrist, and so he followed as his vision slowly unfurled. He hadn't heard at all what the woman had said, and only just caught the end of how to properly use the wooden stick he'd been handed. "I... Huh?" he said, scratching his head in confusion.
As he scratched his head he felt the string upon the base of his neck, making sure they were still properly fastened and tied in the way that he so frequently tied them. Looking to Raseri as she watched him use the broom in an amateurs fashion, he asked sheepishly, slowing his broom work. "Did anyone touch mask?" he asked, sweeping with 1 hand as he pointed to his head.
"There wasn't a reason to, so no."
Raseri watched as he worked. It'd take him a while, but at least he wasn't trying to get out of it like the girl with the long gloves.
Raseri returned to the Kitchen to see Lucia drenched up to her head, sitting on the floor in a pool of water, soap and half a dozen shattered plates."You never mentioned they were going to be slippery..."
She tried not laugh. She really did, but the giggles would not be stopped.
"Sorry. I didn't think about it. Here." She reached down and hauled the other woman to her feet. She swept and mopped the floor before refilling the tub again.
"I have some clothes you can borrow after you're done. No since in drying off now, you'll probably be getting wet again."
Tolla is content to sit and sip her wine, considering topics of conversation with her friendly new acquaintance, when the masked man slams his axe into a table. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she barks at him. He seems not to understand what he's done, like some sort of man-sized child, and Tolla's ears grate with his odd non-Common chitterings until Lucia hits him with a bright flashing burst and he crumples to the ground. Tolla is up and ready to take action when Raseri comes out of the kitchen and takes care of the trouble makers.
Walking up to Bethana, Tolla says, "That's enough, I'm getting the Sheriff." As she leaves the tavern to look for Balor Hemlock, she shakes her head and mutters, "Damn adventurers." After a while she returns with the Shoanti lawman and the usual look of displeasure on her face.
His head lowers as she states that no one touched his mask. "Hm... Good." he said. "Nothing wrong with face, yes? Just comfortable." he says with a bit of a chuckle. "First good bauble I took. Good trinket. Queer. Curious. Comfy." As Raseri left for a moment, he smiled rather wide beneath his mask. It had been true, what he said, but hardly anyone really believed him when he said it.
Looking at the door as the woman returns with the Sheriff, Lars can't help but be a little worried. He knew of Hemlock, for sure, as the man had come to talk to him before about worrying the passersby. People eventually had just gotten used to him, but this was promising to be a wondrous encounter, to say the least.
"Sorry. I didn't think about it. Here." She reached down and hauled the other woman to her feet. She swept and mopped the floor before refilling the tub again.
"I have some clothes you can borrow after you're done. No since in drying off now, you'll probably be getting wet again."
"Thanks" Said the Drume girl while regaining her footing.
"Well. There shouldn't be a problem with my clothes. I supposed I'm allowed to use magic on them right? It will take a while but I think I can fix them, after all they are just a little wet... and they are still whiiiiiiiaaaAAHHHHHHH!!!" Lucia screamed as she noticed her drenched white clothes gaining transparency."On second thought I think I will need those clothes"