When you step into the red painted building, one of the largest in the foreign quarter, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
The dark symbols on the wall
You look back as the door closes and the door man, a very large humanoid greets you with a fang filled grin.
Inside Crystal Balls on tables in the center of the room illuminate the walls and ceiling of the Crimson Coins. Images and sounds of gladiatorial events throughout Golarion are displayed through these mystical devices as bards give blow by blow accounts of the visceral entertainment. Behind the large bar, bartenders take orders for drinks and bets.
Jiri is at the bar wiping it with a stained rag. You're not sure if he's cleaning the bar with the rag or cleaning the rag on the bar. He looks up when you come near the bar and asks disinterestedly, "Evening. What can I get you?"
Aeadon looks around as he enters, making his way to the bar. Upon arrival he eyes the rag as he orders.
"I would like some warm Kahve. Anything good today?"
He made sure to keep an eye on anything that was brought to him.
You see a man wearing a white robe and scarf enter the bulding. Over the robe is rusty scalmail. A moldy shield and clean falchion are slung on his back. As he walks up to the bar his armor clanks and clatters. He makes no attempt at stealth and smiles at the bartender as he looks around.
"Nice place for Zon_Kuthon to finally get some praise. Whatever is your weakest ale please."
Agreal takes his drink and begins to examine all of the carvings for the gods. Scribbling a bit here and there to try and add some flair.
Noro arrives at the Tavern looking a little rough. her lip looks cut but the bleeding has stopped. and some not too old blood stains on her shirt.
as she approaches, the bouncer recognozes her she was just in a bout a few hours earlier. though not a s skilled as he is she shows promise to be make the right people a fair amount of coin.
She enters the tavern and goes right to the bar. a passd out drunk in the stool she usually likes.
grabbing the drunk and dropping him to the floor she takes his seat.
Ale she orders her cut lip starting to bleed a bit again, she wipes the blood on her shirt.
Well, so it has come to this, quite a sorry place for the likes of me. I can't believe I have to stoop so low nowadays. As they say, sometimes you have to hit bottom before you can ascend to the top.
Gerrik Lovejoy has the look of a man that once had a level of means but it it obvious that is no longer the case. His clothes seem to be of some quality but their worn condition shows with loose threads, wrinkles and stains. His shoes are also worn though they look as if some care has been taken to attempt to keep their former looks. His face, wearing a look of a man who feels he is above the station of the establishment, hasn't seen a good razor in at least a few days.
Lovejoy strides over to the bar and raises his hand at the barkeep. An ale would be good. He says without making eye contact, instead watching the scene before him in the Crimson Coin. How did I end up here?
"Right then, coffee, weak ale and 2 ales. Don't worry sir, this is the Crimson Coin, all our ale is weak.". Jiri laughs and gets busy with the orders (Agreal gets an half mug of ale with a side of water). "There you go. Hey! Nice match Noro! You'll get 'em next time. And in keeping with Crimson Coin policy, 'Service with a Scowl'." At odds with his words he flashes a friendly grin.
"Blessing of the Mother upon you good sir."
"Thanks. I haven't seen you in here before. What brings you to the Crimson Coin, other than our weak ale and my rapier wit that is."
"I have come to join the smokey knights. And, I may have spent too much of my coin. Though I must say that I do enjoy bartenders who are witty."
It's at this that Agreal offers his hand.
"Agreal pleasure to meet you."
Jiri winces slightly them motions Agreal closer whispering, "Keep your voice down. They're supposed to be a secret after all." Leaning back he's ask in a normal voice, "So, you're not much of a drinker I guess. You must be here for the fights, yeah? I can take bets up to 10gp. Odds are on the board there." Jiri waves vaguely in the direction of a chalkboard behind the bar. "If you want to make a larger bet I gotta call a super."
He noticed the three newcomers as he took his kahve. A rat, brawler, and fallen dandy by the looks of them. This Agreal was going to get himself killed. He looked over at the giant he noticed earlier, likely the one to do the killing. Taking a breath he remembered his manners.
"Pardon my rudeness barkeep. I am Aeadon, I thank you for your quick service."
Noro swigs her ale and takes a gander at the board. a quick scan for her name to see the odds for or against her. or even if she in a match up she hasn't been notified of yet.
she sees her name just before being erased (her bout long over) Looksh like the odds are not in my favor thish night..
She raises her mug as though a toast but to nobody in particular. to a better fight tomorrow, if tomorrow ever comesh and she takes another swig of her ale.
Agreal looks over at Noro.
"You fight m'lady? May I just say I look forward to any future bouts you may have and I offer my full healing services to you for free."
Agreal looks back at Jiri and winks.
"Oh a secret, but is a secret that everybody knows still a secret? I'll quiet down on it if it's that important to you though."
Hmph, so don't tell me all of you are in the know about the said secret thing, huh? I didn't realize recruitment was so open. The Taldan glances at the others talking to the barkeep. My apologies. Gerrik Lovejoy is the name. Gerrik takes a look at the chalkboard and then at the bruised woman. You ever win? I'm not sure you oughta be fighting unless you do.
Aeadon's eyes scan the man called Gerrik.
"Pardon but you may want to consider your words. No one said anything about recruitment, seeking to join and being recruited are two different matters."
He sip's his drink. Hoping trouble was not coming due to loose tongues, they were giving away to much information.
Word of a secret organization reaching our ears is a sort of recruitment. Now whether or not you are of the proper material isn't for me to say. Garrik looks this man called Aeadon with a small smirk on his face. Sorry if my words alarm you.
Gerrik will take his drink and move to one of the tables with the viewing crystals, attempting to make out the fight being broadcast from his vantage point. Hmm, no coin to waste on such novelties now, good man. Just watch.
Jiri takes a quick nervous look over his shoulder at the hulking bouncer and says with a nervous laugh, "Recruitment? Who said anything about recruitment? Gladiators are recruited at the arena." He leans in closer and whispers, "Would you please keep your voices down? Secrets can get you dead. You have any idea how long it takes to clean up after he gets going? All that blood..."
Aeadon raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Seemed Gerrik did not know the way of things. Shaking his head slightly he took another sip, he had read ignorance was bliss once. He had not agreed with that statement, their was no bliss in unknowingly walking down a path of danger. It made things all the more bitter when one fell, if not for the injury then for finding one self as a fool. He mused if he was walking such a path himself. Alas was life, he could only do his best not to make it so. He sipped yet again.
Next fight on the board is;
Buford vs Peete
Buford 1.3
Peete 5.1
"I'll have two silver on Peete."
Noro glances toward Agreal.
Thatsh a generoush offer conshidering you have no idea who I am.
when gerrik makes a comment on her fighting she just slowly turns and approaches him, when he turns to look - "POW" right in the kisser with a right hook.
you deshide if I win much
she then goes back to her stool to finishe her ale and order another one.
Witnessing his prediction come to pass he simply chooses to ignore it. Turning to the barkeep.
"I think I will put down two silver weights as well on Peete. The odds seem good."
"Oh I've heard of these. I think it's proper to say this. "
Keep it in the Arena Noro The very large giant humanoid growls from across the room.
A woman dressed in red eyes Noro from across the room. She approaches the party sharing drinks. As she stands you can see two wicked sawtooth sabres crossed on her back and a pair of daggers at her hips.
Not bad, maybe I will see you in the ring before too long. She nods to Noro. She turns to Gerrik. Can I buy you a drink? I like my men bruised.
Jiri will nod and put another ale in front of Gerrik without comment.
"Sorry guys, no winners."
Agreal looks over at Jiri.
"Who's the tough and the woman?"
"Here's the silver"
Agreal passes 2 silver to Jiri.
Next fight
Ricky v Beltrand 1.22 : 4.5
"1 gold on Ricky. Two copper on Beltrand."
"All right 1 gold on Ricky. Two copper on Beltrand for Agreal."
Gerrik turns back to the woman fighter after watching the crystal for a few moments. So, do you win? Holy... Gerrik's face collides with the sucker punch, knocking the Taldan back on his heels. He tries to catch himself on a nearby chair but stumbles in his effort to do so and falls to the floor on one knee and an elbow.
Quickly (or at least he thinks it was quickly), Gerrik stands back up and straightens himself while looking around the Crimson Coin. Rubbing his face, he stares at the foul female brawler that punched him. Hearing her verbal reply Lovejoy manages a chuckle. I obviously meant in a match, in there! Stupid broad. Gerrik looks at the woman cautiously. Well? Can you? Or are ya gonna wait until I turn my back and cold-cock me again?
Looking to the woman in red Gerrik smiles and winces from the pain. He then takes the ale that Jiri had placed on the bar for him, nodding his appreciation to the barman as he does. Addressing the woman, That's nice, lady. I prefer my women to be pretty... and less violent. The Taldan rolls his eyes toward Noro with the last comment. I'm guessing you find men to your taste fairly often in here.
Whoa, maybe that broad doesn't fight fair but that was quite a whallop! I should be more careful in places that have riff-raff like her about. Next time I might get a dagger to my throat instead. These people do not know your former stature, keep a low profile, dummy.
Jiri flashes Agreal a wry grin, "They're both women and they're both tough! The one who just took a poke at Gerrik is Noro Kas, an up and coming gladiator in the arena. The one who likes her men bruised is Synthia "Blood Scythe". She represents the Red Mantis in fighting events all over Golarion."
I obviously meant in a match, in there! Stupid broad. Gerrik looks at the woman cautiously. Well? Can you? Or are ya gonna wait until I turn my back and cold-cock me again?
That's nice, lady. I prefer my women to be pretty... and less violent. The Taldan rolls his eyes toward Noro with the last comment. I'm guessing you find men to your taste fairly often in here.
Jiri visibly winces but makes no comment. "Those two are going to take him out back and take turns kicking him to death. At least I hope they take him outside first."
Agreal smiles at Noro.
"Great punch. After this next match you want to go outside and throw a couple? It would be great to learn from an actual gladiator."
After saying this he walks over to Gerrik.
"If Noro doesn't want to have a small duel then I will heal yah, but I think you might be better off not making quips about this woman."
"And thank you bartender for the info. I'm sure I wouldn't want to be either of their enemies."
"And thank you bartender for the info. I'm sure I wouldn't want to be either of their enemies."
"You truly don't" Jiri agrees with a grin.
Don't worry, I won't meddle with your girl anymore. Safer that way. I appreciate the offer, umm, Agreal was it? Gerrik tries to straighten the bow he was carrying over his shoulder. I hope I didn't damage it. I can't afford a new one.
Don't worry, I won't meddle with your girl anymore. Safer that way. I appreciate the offer, umm, Agreal was it? Gerrik tries to straighten the bow he was carrying over his shoulder. I hope I didn't damage it. I can't afford a new one.
I can already hear the sound of his face getting smacked by Noro. Let's see if I'm correct.
Noro does not press the issue any further. She merely nods to Synthia and returns to her drink. accepting her orders to not fight, albeit reluctantly.
Noro does not comment any further regarding her matches.
After a few sips of Ale, Noro pulls out a gold coin. she heads over to Gerrik. she looks almost ready punch him again but instead tosses the coin on his table.
For your meal and Another Ale.
She then looks to Agreal You offered to heal? well then Heal him up. If either of you want shome pointers on fighting Tomorrow afternoon Warehoushe 34 by the docksh.
"I will see you there Miss Noro."
Agreal walks over to Gerrik.
"Well I promised to heal so here it is."
Agreal uses cure light wounds on Gerrik.
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Not wise. A voice says from behind Noro. When the voice speaks the Crimson Coin quiets down, the bards stop giving their accounts of the fights and the bartenders stop taking orders for drinks.If you become contracted fighting amongst ourselves is not permitted wild one. There are plenty of marks out there for you to unleash your violent tendencies on.
Not normally, although the GM might allow it 'out of game' as it were
done, done, yes, yes.