"For sure, I could use a drink," Menelei says, falling into step with Thumparr and Tinuviel. As they walk, she seems distracted. Why am I thinking of Nuanui again? I am free of him, yet I find his name and his desecrations reflected in this place. As they walk along the edge of the cliff beside the cathedral, she looks up to the stars, and then nods, as though she's made up her mind. "This woman burns down the cathedral, then sends goblins to desecrate the resting place of a servant of Desna Starsong. Whatever her reasons, she has taken deliberate steps against the goddess, and she must answer for it."
Dair smiles at the mention of a drink or two "A couple of drinks sounds like a grand idea. I am Dairkal, renowned performer, entertainer, acrobat and when the need arises, hero. Come let us go to the Rusty Dragon and see what the lovely Ameiko is serving, and I shall regale you with my unspeakable talent."
As they walk, and the pretty elf who almost died mentions his goddess, he grins again "You're a follow The Great Dreamer too?"
"Or we could just drink quietly and count our hard-earned coin," Thumparr grouses, frowning at Dairkal.
Dair flashes a grin at the dwarf "Why would want to do something so boring?"
Tinuviel regards the necklace with expert arcane eyes.
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"I serve her, yes," Menelei says to the halfling, brightening as they walk along. "I came to Sandpoint to dedicate myself to her service at this festival. I think tonight was her telling, well, all of us, really, that we are needed."
With that, she pushes open the door of the Rusty Dragon.
He pulls down the collar of his shirt some and shows her a birthmark that looks rather close to Desna's holy symbol on his neck "I was born with this, though it took me some time to figure out it was. Part of why I traveled as much as I did was because of its true meaning"
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Eyotah climbs back down the tower and joins the others just as Aldern gives his thanks. My but he's a pretty one! Eyotah thinks to herself as the human thanks them. Why do they always go for the full-bloods?. Eyotah nods at the suggestion of a drink, [b]"After the exercise a drink would go well. It would also be a good time to talk - it seems that there might be work to be done in town. Perhaps we can help these people./[b]
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------------------The Rusty Dragon-------------------
The watch is cleaning up the town from the Goblin raid as you walk toward the pub. People in the streets stop and stare as you go, some offering a bow or a 'thank you' to the mighty warriors whom everyone knows twarted the Goblins in the festival square.
Menelei pushes open the door to the Rusty Red Dragon and the party files in after her. The place is filled with nervous townfolk, all gathered to talk about the nights events and calm each other's nerves.
The room falls silent when you arrive.
Then a teenage boy walks up to Menelei. He gets a little to close for comfort. You realize he has down syndrome. Hi... he says not so shyly. He points to the Horse Chopper in Menelei's hand. Ith that a goblin thword? You cannot help but feel compasion for the boy. He's cute. Every village has one or two of these 'special treasures.'
The whole room waits silently for your answer.
Menelei crouches down to at the halfling's neck for a moment. It is a clear image of a swallowtail's wings, very similar to what she has embroidered on her sleeve. She stands slowly, holding her wrist out for him to see.
"It couldn't be much clearer than that," she says, touching his neck as they resume walking. "The goddess has marked you."
The silence that falls over the room is enough to stop Menelei in her tracks. She has a moment to think So an elf walks into a bar, covered with blood and carrying a big goblin blade.... They know we were trying to save them, don't they? before a human youth approaches her, his features strange, even compared to other humans. For a moment, it seems he might be about to attack, but then he greets her in a friendly way, and she remembers others like this that she has seen from time to time. She nods, a little awkwardly, feeling the eyes of the room on her.
"It is a goblin sword. I took it from a big goblin my friends killed in the graveyard a few minutes ago." She holds the chopper up to the boy, not giving it to him, but displaying it. "Have you ever seen one like this before?"
The boy reaches forward and touches the blade. He beams with excitement and turns to the other patrons It's dem he says I saw dem at the festival...they got dem goblins! This is the goblin's sword!
Another moment of silence and then...
You are welcomed with great fanfare!
Another I'll give you 100gp for that Goblin Blade!
Yet another 150gp! I'll give you 150!
A women 200gp!
An older man at the bar 225!!!!!
Folks continue bidding.
Map Updated - The Rusty Dragon this evening. Imagine people everywhere:)
Thumparr is taken back for a few seconds, then he throws up his hands and says in a rather loud shout, "Now, just hold yer horses! Afore we go auctioning off our stuff, me craw is as dry as a bone! A couple o' pints should get me started off right."
Thumparr glances around the room, raising his eyebrows questioningly.
Eyotah seems taken aback by the half-elves offer and then, surprisingly, blushes a deep red. She glances over at Tinuvel and smiles. "Ale sounds... good" she says nervously, unaccustomed to the attention, "I am Eyotah of the Shriikirri-Quah and I will share your table." She makes her way over to the table and sits nervously as they crowd back into their places, finding herself squeezed between a tall blonde and a redhead with the most dreamy eyes.
"I am Tinuviel Surana. Thank you for your kind offer." Boo eyes the dark one and begins to flirt shamelessly with him. "So, what's your name?"
Dair smiles at the little girl he won the bear for "You're quite welcome Adel." He chuckles at her asking if he can juggle "You bet I can! Want to see?" Assuming the little girl says yes, he pulls several small brightly colored balls from about his person, and began juggling them, six in a circle. The six soon become eight, then ten, a dozen. The circle becomes two, and they intertwine, cris-crossing each other.
A rough but attractive women steps out from behind the bar. Yes, enough auctioning she says in response to Thumparr. Let's show this mighty dwarf a taste of Sandpoint's hospitality, and give him our true gratitude
In but a flash she has poured two froth-overflowing flaggons of house ale and handed them to you.
Now, handsome Sir, you have a drinking problem...Two hands and only one mouth! Haha She laughs. I am Ameiko Kaijatsu. The Rusty Dragon is mine She holds out a rigid hand, beautiful yet tough. She bears the strength of, dare you think, and adventurer?
The tall blond leans toward you. I know how you feel right now he says with sympathy. For I too am from the tribes. I am Shundar-Quah. My name is Lion-Blade. I saw you in battle tonight. You are truly a brave warrior!
The redhead makes a strange sound, like a wookie. Gggggaaaaa...
The man seems nervous. Perhaps soft spoken? He catches himself, bucks up courage and addresses you. He looks confident. You feel perhaps your feminine charms caught him by suprise...
Apologies Lady, it's just that I've been so underwater at work lately...My name is Raphael. You are truly lovely Tinuviel Surana. Are you of the High Elves?
WOW! says Adel and she starts clapping and jumping up and down. How do you do that? Could you teach me how to do that?
"My folks are fairly tall, yes." She smiles at him. "My aunt and uncle live here in town, do you know them? They are Rumil and Imiriel. They are tailors here in town. What about you? Are you a pearl diver?"
"We did fight some goblins at the festival," Menelei says, still speaking to the boy, but speaking a bit louder. Probably so the boy can hear over the general noise of the crowded room, or maybe so that any potential buyers can hear. She holds the horse-chopper up a bit higher. "The goblin that had this was the biggest I've ever seen. He was purple and he was riding a huge, kind of rat-faced dog creature. He nearly killed me when he charged."
"You see how it goes?" she said, seeming to notice the room at large for the first time and giving a joking smile. "My longbearded friend has two pints and I have none. This," she holds up the goblin blade, "can wait."
Oh, Oh! says the boy excitedly I get you some, Dunkin can help! He takes off through the crowd, scrambles behind the bar, fumbles with a mug and starts filling it with ale from the wooden keg laying on it's side...not being very careful. This will be a bubbly drink!
Ameiko smiles. That's Dunkin. He 'helps out' around the Rusty Dragon sometimes. I'll get you another if it's too heady for ya she says with a wink.
Dunking comes scrambling back through the crowd and stands in front of Menelei. He's trying to be good about handing you the drink but he can't help but stare at the Goblin sword in your hand.
it's so big! he says, unwittingly moving the ale from side to side as he holds it out for you.
And Two More here for our new friends when you hand that one off Dunkin! says Raphael with a smile. Dunkin? Oh, he's busy He turns back to Tinuveil. Pearl diving? I can't say that I've done that before. Are you interested in pearls? They say the best pearls in the world lie in the Oyster's off the north coast of Dragon's Punchbowl. No one goes out there much though, on account of the Dragon, hehe. And yes, I did know Rumil. So sad. I'm sorry to hear about his current condition. Perhaps I could assist you with funeral arrangements when it's time? I run the mortuary here in town...
"It is big," Menelei says, good-naturedly. "It's also very dangerous, so I'm going to put it away for now, so I can drink and talk to these people here. Maybe later we can look at it again, OK?"
Taking the foamy mug from the excitable young man, she pours several inches of foam into an empty mug on a table next to her. Peering into the bottom of her mug, she discovers several inches of actual beer remaining in the bottom.
"Less chance of getting drunk this way," she says with a smile to Ameiko and then points to the mug and then to the innkeeper. As Dunkin scurries off to fetch drinks for the undertaker, she mouths her next words to Ameiko. "Next one from you, please."
She makes her way towards the older man sitting at the bar, who had made the highest offer.
"It would make a proud heirloom, wouldn't it?" she says. Then she turns to where Dunkin is and frowns, thoughtfully. "Or a noble gift."
Aye it would make a fine family heirloom says the older man And i'd love to have it! But truth be told, no one here could outbid Ameiko lest we pooled our pots together against her. She left her father's house a few years back, took off with that Elf Ranger, Shelelu Andosana...Maybe you've heard of her? In any case, Ameiko turned back up in town but a year later and purchased this old building. The Rusty Dragon'z been our favorite gathering spot ever since. I heard she's got a horde of Dragon gold buried in some basement room! How much would you be willing to sell that Goblin Blade for anyway? It doesn't look like a regular 'dog-slicer.' It's a full blown 'horse-chopper' as the goblin's call it. And a big one too! Must have been a mighty big Goblin!
"Biggest one I've ever seen," Menelei said, neglecting to mention that she had never actually seen a live goblin before this evening. "As tall as a dwarf, or close to, and purple like a bruise. Whatever it was, it was a cut above an ordinary goblin. And the blade is clearly something special."
She glances around the room, to see if any of her fellows seem to be paying attention, and then she shrugs. "If Ameiko wanted to display it here, where everyone could appreciate it, I'd let her have it for 250 gold."
A rough but attractive women steps out from behind the bar. Yes, enough auctioning she says in response to Thumparr. Let's show this mighty dwarf a taste of Sandpoint's hospitality, and give him our true gratitude
In but a flash she has poured two froth-overflowing flaggons of house ale and handed them to you.
Now, handsome Sir, you have a drinking problem...Two hands and only one mouth! Haha She laughs. I am Ameiko Kaijatsu. The Rusty Dragon is mine She holds out a rigid hand, beautiful yet tough. She bears the strength of, dare you think, and adventurer?
Thumparr grins like a cat in a hen house. "Well now, lass, ye've the grip of a fighting woman," he says guzzling down one flagon. He belches loudly, dares not wipe the foam from his beard, and reaches for the second flagon. "Tell me true, what did ye do afore ye settled in Sandpoint?"
Dair chuckles "I'm sorry sweety, it took me a few years to get this good. I could teach you the basics I suppose" He says with a warm smile.
Upon seeing Ameiko arrive, he excuses himself to go say hi to his good friend "Hiya Ame! Glad to see the Dragon didn't get attacked. Gobs were probably too afraid of you!" He says with a laugh.
The words 'two hundred and fifety' just escape your mouth when the old man hollers across the room at Ameiko: Ame dear, this darling lass says she'll sell you this here horsechopper for but 500gp if you would display it in the Rusty Dragon for all to appreciate, what-da-ya-say luv?
How annoying men can be.
Just as Ameiko is about to answer your question the halfling walks up with a Hiya Ame. She turns to answer him but puts a soft touch on your forearm to show you she is interested in your interest in her...she turns to Dair.
How annoying halflings can be.
Ame turns toward you and a warm smile covers her face. Hi back atcha little juggler! I saw you tonight in the festival square. I knew there was more to you than meets the eye! I was wondering if you wanted to entertain my bar with a little of your fire-breath. I got some more of that 200 proof Absashia yesterday. What do you say? Just as you are about to answer someone says something about a horsechopper for 500gp and Ameiko turns toward an old man across the bar by Menelei...
How annoying humans can be.
I'll display that horsechopper here in the bar alright. Viva Sandpoint! 300gp is my counter offer! What do you say?
There is a cheer from the crowd. Ameiko squeezes Thumparr's arm again as she waits for Menelei's answer, hoping the dwarf will be patient. She does, after all, have a bar to run...
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The old man gives you a wink.
Menelei closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, before giving the old man a smile and a wink and draining what remains of her ale. She stands up, and gives an apologetic shrug to her allies.
"I think my friend here must have misheard me," she says. She takes a deep breath. "I had told him I would sell it to you for two hundred and fifty, but I certainly won't refuse three hundred."
She sets the mug down on the bar, hoping it will be refilled with more body than head this time. The surge of adrenaline from the fight is fading, and she finds her attention turning to the man in the graveyard. He had said he would meet us here. Of course, he didn't say when. She scanned the room and caught the tail end of Ameiko's offer to Dairkal.
"Fire-breath? Two hundred proof? I'm not sure which one to be frightened of," she says, laughing.
Thumparr finishes off he second flagon while waiting for the conversation to turn back to his question. But upon the mention of fire-breath, he grins and says, "Now, that's more like it! I'll buy a round of it fer me companions, maybe two if'n it be dwarf worthy!"
"So what do you do? I'm sure you must have a very responsible job."
As you are lightly negotiate the goblin prize with Ameiko a someone behind the bar takes your empty drink. A moment later it is given back by a steady hand. A voice behind the bar says...
You didn't let Dunkin fill this up for you the first round did you? There is froth all over the floor back here
You turn to see Aldern holding out your ale.
Welcome to the Rusty Dragon he says.
Ameiko turns back toward you and raises her eyebrows. My kindof dwarf! she says. I think i'll join you! Aldern, she addresses the man behind the bar, since your back there putting the moves on that Elf priestess, pour us up a full tray of Fire Breath! Then back at the dwarf: We'll drink to Heart of the World, the pulsing Crystalrock of Mindspin Mountains. May the dwarf kingdom last forever!
Well he says looking at Boo questioningly Somebodies got to do it. Otherwise we would be knee deep in dead bodies! Plus you can learn the most useful things from the spirits of the dead. Would you like a tour of my mortuary?
You feel Raphael is genuinely nice. He probably doesn't get alot of people showing interest in his work. Then again you know you aren't the best at reading people. But he is dark and handsome. It's a darn dilema!
Also, everyone needs to do a constitution check. If you get less than 20 you are starting to get very tired. It's late and battle wears you out! Doesn't mean you have to turn in for the night, but...yawn.
Menelie and Eyotah take -2 to the roll because they have less than full HP.
Dunkin says Ameik Do you remember the combination to he box back there? Go and count me out 300gp. Take them to the lady with the butterfly robe on. Then bring me the Goblin Sword!
Dunking goes scurrying toward the kitchen. Box, combo, box, combo he mutters 1-4-5-3, 1-4-5-3, box, combo!
Ameiko rolls her eyes. Going to have to change that combo agian! She laughs good naturedly.