Ezra smiles at the halfling, embracing him out of happiness. "Another Chelish citizen! This is a happy day indeed! I never thought I'd see a sl-" Ezra bit his tongue before he could let out the derogatory term 'slip' "A fellow countryman. News of the Queen is as fair as always, may Asmodeus guide her hand."
to Ezra My countryman!!! he grasps the sitting oracle by the shoulders and kisses both his cheeks, Varisian style, I never thought to hear another Chelish accent so far inside Andor! how goes it with you and what news of our Queen Abrogail?
there are no slaves in Andor, friend, just as no slaves may legally leave Cheliax unaccompanied, so you've still not seen one, and I'm pleased to hear news
there are no slaves in Andor, friend, just as no slaves may legally leave Cheliax unaccompanied, so you've still not seen one, and I'm pleased to hear newsEzra smiles at the halfling, embracing him out of happiness. "Another Chelish citizen! This is a happy day indeed! I never thought I'd see a sl-" Ezra bit his tongue before he could let out the derogatory term 'slip' "A fellow countryman. News of the Queen is as fair as always, may Asmodeus guide her hand."
to Ezra My countryman!!! he grasps the sitting oracle by the shoulders and kisses both his cheeks, Varisian style, I never thought to hear another Chelish accent so far inside Andor! how goes it with you and what news of our Queen Abrogail?
HAR! no Stonearm's ever been challenged by a Banana before, and keep your coin for now freind... he makes eye contact with the young barmaid he maid his entrance with none of this swill for my burly friend and I, deary Dove, bring up that barrel of Varisian brandy we nearly overturned earlier for our little match, whichever of us wakes up with the worst headache will happily pay for it, though likely with sticky coin
wine nothing you'll share our brandy and adjudicate the match, the first toast shall be to freedom and loudmouths
"Ya got stones on ya, lad. I can appreciate 'at. But ya don' know who yer challengin' 'ere. But 'at's a'right. You'll see soon enough, ya will." With the drink of choice suddenly changed, Khron shrugs and begins drinking the mugs set in front of him, thinking, 'No point wastin' perfectly good booze.'
I'm not the GM, but I'm pretty sure a drinking contest calls for Fortitude saves, with progressively higher DCs. Let's start easy with a 10, shall we? (I'll be the judge for now)
prepared spells
slaver?...
Watching the back and forth here Varian laughs.
come now, we are neither here nor there, while I do not agree with slavery, I have not the inclination to start a fight here due to it. I am sure this man has come to take a step away from his past, let us toast to new friends, and new roads. May they take you each to your own end, for our own paths must we all tread.
with that he will STEAL a mug placed before stonearm before he can take it up and swig it in one go. Then give the dwarf a wink.
Ahhh, not bad for an elf ey my stoned stomach friend.
is that not the point of both drink and challenge? to learn of your comrade? tell you what, let's learn a bit more shall we, we both come from people whose pride is in their hair, yes? If I win, your beard is forfeit to me, I could use a new hat. If you win, a pair of gloves shall be yours courtesy of the most downy hair my feet can produce
I'm not the GM, but I'm pretty sure a drinking contest calls for Fortitude saves, with progressively higher DCs. Let's start easy with a 10, shall we? (I'll be the judge for now)
The Bard wakes up in the corner, his headache gone, though still a bit tipsy.
Let's see who is still around
He heads back to the middle of the tavern.
The Bard wakes up in the corner, his headache gone, though still a bit tipsy.
Let's see who is still around
He heads back to the middle of the tavern.
Ezra wakes up, his head buried within his notes. Still a bit groggy, he struggled to his feet and waved at the bard. "Looks like we're the only ones awake." Ezra noted, gesturing at the sleeping applicants.
"Why make such silly wager? Beards and foot-hair? Who would want this thing?"
ah a Halfling hair contest. Many a great tail of glory had begun with one of those.
ah a Halfling hair contest. Many a great tail of glory had begun with one of those.
"I'm sure you should take the wager. Gotin here couldn't handle you."
Ezra winks rather obviously at Gotin, (trying to hide the gesture from the dwarf), sure that the halfling would win.
K'leck, completely missing Yorrick's pun, slams his mug on to the table. "Yes! Is good idea bard has. We will wager tales. Losers must entertain all with story! I will join this thing." K'leck, not understanding the importance of hair to dwarfs or halfings, seems quite pleased with this idea.
is that not the point of both drink and challenge? to learn of your comrade? tell you what, let's learn a bit more shall we, we both come from people whose pride is in their hair, yes? If I win, your beard is forfeit to me, I could use a new hat. If you win, a pair of gloves shall be yours courtesy of the most downy hair my feet can produce
ah a Halfling hair contest. Many a great tail of glory had begun with one of those.
"I'm sure you should take the wager. Gotin here couldn't handle you."
Ezra winks rather obviously at Gotin, (trying to hide the gesture from the dwarf), sure that the halfling would win.
Khron's eyes suddenly go deadly cold. His glare is piercing as he stares holes in Banana, Yorrick and Ezra. "Now," he begins, his tone razor sharp, "ye moight not un'erstan' 'at yer sayin' roight now, so I'll tell ya," he begins, amber eyes flaring as they move between the three men, "me beard is as good as me heart. Ya e'en consider touchin' it, an' I will end you." There is no joking tone in the warpriest's voice. He is deadly serious, every muscle in his body straining to keep him from shaking in his sudden rage.
"Yer makin' loight o' thin's ya shoul'n't, an' I don' appreciate it," the dwarf states. He takes one of the mugs and pounds back the contents, the fury in his eyes not abating for even a moment.
Quickly realizing his mistake, Ezra cast enhanced diplomacy once again, and tried to calm the dwarf down.
"Sir Khron, I understand that we have offended you, and for that we are truly sorry. We should not have joked about something as important as... your beard."
Varian doesn't seem set off at all by the dwarfs sudden anger. He seems curious.
my good dwarf, stonearm? Was it? Tis true your beard is an envy of many. I myself don't think to ever have half of it.
He scratches his hairless chin.
I will admit to having a fancy or two of running my hand through it. Though never would I without a good dwarves permission. An old friend of mine broke his arm that way you see. And while I've never understood a dwarves fondness for their beards I do not judge, as I have things just as precious to me. Now come good dwarf, ligten up a little. There will be plenty of ending things after our joining I am sure. Now then, how about a drinking contest? Loser pays for everyone's drinks? I'll go first.
He will attempt to swipe the next mug placed before stonearm right when he goes to grab it.
Khron visibly calms quite a bit. "Jus' watch yer tongues in th' future," he says with a serious face while looking at Ezra. The statement is clearly aimed at all three men. "Now, ya gorram loightweights, le's git drinkin'," the dwarf says as he begins to smile again, slapping a hand on the countertop.
K'leck looks disappointed. "No stories? Bah! Is boring. But acceptable." The big man sits down, ready to begin his drinking in earnest. He seems to be completely ignoring the dwarf's rage and sudden change in mood, maintaining a relaxed, jovial attitude.
Some time later, now with the happy buzz of alcohol in his system, K'leck breaks out singing. His voice isn't the best (it's actually kind of off key), but it booms out loudly and enthusiastically.
It's quite clear that he's enjoying himself and paying relatively little attention to the drinking contest. He keeps nudging his companions, trying to get them to join him in song.
Yorrick attempts to swipe the swipe and just misses.
Yorrick listens for a bit, then begins to Harmonize with K'Leck
Khron's eyes suddenly go deadly cold. His glare is piercing as he stares holes in Banana, Yorrick and Ezra. "Now," he begins, his tone razor sharp, "ye moight not un'erstan' 'at yer sayin' roight now, so I'll tell ya," he begins, amber eyes flaring as they move between the three men, "me beard is as good as me heart. Ya e'en consider touchin' it, an' I will end you." There is no joking tone in the warpriest's voice. He is deadly serious, every muscle in his body straining to keep him from shaking in his sudden rage."Yer makin' loight o' thin's ya shoul'n't, an' I don' appreciate it," the dwarf states. He takes one of the mugs and pounds back the contents, the fury in his eyes not abating for even a moment.
looking Khron in the eyes unabashed, his mirthful tone wavers not an instant as I said, every drink and challenge a chance to learn; now I've learned that pride in your abilities won't lead you to make foolhardy decisions. If we're going to serve together, I'm glad we got that test out of the way early. I hope you've learned something equally valuable. His grin widens to show his good natured intentions. DOVE! where is that barrel, I'm not done shaming my friend Khron, even if I don't get a new hat out of it.
Ezra cleared his throat, as it was clear Yorrick wanted a story. "Perhaps I can give this a shot. I'll not sing, but maybe I can entertain."
Ezra tells tales of ancient kings and queens, especially those from the region now known as Cheliax, as well as the exploits of the Prince of Darkness and how he bound Rovagug along with... some aid from Sarenrae.
+11?!
+11?!
+5 charisma, +1 rank, +2 trait, +3 class skill
looking Khron in the eyes unabashed, his mirthful tone wavers not an instant as I said, every drink and challenge a chance to learn; now I've learned that pride in your abilities won't lead you to make foolhardy decisions. If we're going to serve together, I'm glad we got that test out of the way early. I hope you've learned something equally valuable. His grin widens to show his good natured intentions. DOVE! where is that barrel, I'm not done shaming my friend Khron, even if I don't get a new hat out of it.
"Yer a gorram cunt, lad. But I s'pose i's jus' a trait o' yer kind. Now shut yer face an' le's git drunk."
Varian doesn't notice the attempted swipe.
"Yer a gorram c!&%, lad. But I s'pose i's jus' a trait o' yer kind. Now shut yer face an' le's git drunk."
HAR! You've certainly learned that, at least, I've never heard it put quite that way before, but no, I'm afraid I've been blessed with an extra measure of c!&%ness because the gods knew we would one day meet somewhere very close buy, a barrel is tapped ah!! the brandy, le's git drunk, indeed!
1d20+6 Yorrick attempts to swipe the swipe and just misses.
Yorrick listens for a bit, then begins to Harmonize with K'Leck
K'leck claps Khron and Banana heartily on the back. "Yes, yes! No more fighting! Is time to drink and be merry!"
1d20+6 Yorrick attempts to swipe the swipe and just misses.
Yorrick listens for a bit, then begins to Harmonize with K'Leck
K'leck claps Khron and Banana heartily on the back. "Yes, yes! No more fighting! Is time to drink and be merry!"
Ezra smiles and stops his stories, seeing that everyone was getting along well. "I certainly hope you are all chosen to be a part of the guild. Likewise, I hope the both the leader of this guild and the mayor agree to speak with me. The Consortium would certainly be glad to establish trade relations with an Andoran town and it would be a shame to have traveled all the way from Cheliax for naught."
Khron scoffs. "I ain't got a thin' t' worry 'bout. 'ey called me out 'ere specifically b'cause 'ey knew 'at 'ey couldn't 'fford not to," the dwarf brags. "But ye folk... ya moight wan' t' worry a bi' 'bout yerselves." He gives the diplomat a snarky grin. "'at said, yer all a damn soight betta 'an 'avin' t' deal wit' th' res' o' th' order back in Dagh Boramm. Sissies and crybabies, th' lot o' 'em." The warpriest starts making quotation gestures with his fingers while speaking in a squeaky, high-pitched voice, "'No Khron, don' punch me 'n th' face!' 'No Khron, don' throw th' initiates a' each o'er!' 'No Khron, th' altar to Torag is not fir nappin' on t' "get closer t' th' big guy."'" He coughs into his left hand before rubbing his palm on his pants. "Bunch o' whinebags, th' lot o' 'em."
Khron scoffs. "I ain't got a thin' t' worry 'bout. 'ey called me out 'ere specifically b'cause 'ey knew 'at 'ey couldn't 'fford not to," the dwarf brags. "But ye folk... ya moight wan' t' worry a bi' 'bout yerselves." He gives the diplomat a snarky grin. "'at said, yer all a damn soight betta 'an 'avin' t' deal wit' th' res' o' th' order back in Dagh Boramm. Sissies and crybabies, th' lot o' 'em." The warpriest starts making quotation gestures with his fingers while speaking in a squeaky, high-pitched voice, "'No Khron, don' punch me 'n th' face!' 'No Khron, don' throw th' initiates a' each o'er!' 'No Khron, th' altar to Torag is not fir nappin' on t' "get closer t' th' big guy."'" He coughs into his left hand before rubbing his palm on his pants. "Bunch o' whinebags, th' lot o' 'em."
Ezra gave a meek smile. "I'm a bit of a 'sissy' myself I would think. I was never one to get into a fight, even if it was all for a bit of fun. But Torag you say?" Ezra nods in approval. "In my family I was taught to honor three gods above all others: Torag for his protection, Abadar for his blessing of order, and Asmodeus for his power and mastery over all. After The Prince of Darkness saved my life, my worship has focused on him, but I still hold the other two gods in high esteem."
Khron's face scrunches up in distaste at the mention of the God-fiend. "Wha'e'er floats yer boat, lad, I guess." He shrugs and continues talking. "Lord Torag protects a'roight. An' le' me tell you," he pauses, pointing a meaty finger in Ezra's face, "sleepin' on 'at altar really did 'elp me git closer t' 'im. Could feel 'is will in me chest, 'is strength in me arms." His grin widens into a truly mirthful smirk.
Khron's face scrunches up in distaste at the mention of the God-fiend. "Wha'e'er floats yer boat, lad, I guess." He shrugs and continues talking. "Lord Torag protects a'roight. An' le' me tell you," he pauses, pointing a meaty finger in Ezra's face, "sleepin' on 'at altar really did 'elp me git closer t' 'im. Could feel 'is will in me chest, 'is strength in me arms." His grin widens into a truly mirthful smirk.
Ezra notices the look of distaste and bows his head. "I know worship of the Prince of Darkness is not seen as... acceptable everywhere, and there are those who sully his name. But he saved my life from the thugs that attacked me and broke my leg. It is sometimes best to look at things in a more positive light than we are used too." He smiles. "I am sure that Torag was with me that day as much as Asmodeus was, and I am sure Abadar will see them brought to justice... but it was Asmodeus who spoke to me personally, and for that I must venerate him most of all. Torag and Asmodeus fought Rovagug together, and both gods have a trust and sense of respect for Abadar, so they are the three pillars that hold my life together."
"Loike I said, lad, yer free t' worship whoe'er ya loike... but I ain't gotta loike 'im, too," Khron states, scratching an itch on his leg at the same time.
Varian turns towards Erza and khorn.
indeed? I for one worship Cayden Cailean, or, not so much as worship, as follow his tenants, a good adventure, good company and drink is all I need to give me reason. Though, should you and I ever work together, I must ask that no slaves be taken. While I will not tell you how to live your life, I will allow no man to lose his freedom to another if my blade can help it. Though I am sure there is no worry for that. Haha.
he states this all in a cheery mood.
Also Khorn, you must make me some famous brew that dwarves are so known for one day!
Khron raises an eyebrow at Varian's request. "Do I look loike a brewery t' ya, knoife-ear? I git me drink th' same place as e'erybody else," he says, thumbing at the barkeeper. "Yer all a kin'a daft lot, huh?"
I see, so not all dwarves can brew then? Yet another folk tale put to rest haha, very well then, you will one day have to take me to one of your peoples Inns, so I may taste and test myself against what many would claim to be the best drink in this world.
he will then pause for a moment,
hey, my ears aren't THAT pointed, you should see some of the forest elves to the north! they are almost as long as there heads!
Khron scoffs, but his grin is back. "Whate'er ya say, fella. If ya can handle e'en a single mug o' th' stuff we 'ad back 'ome, I'll be impressed."