'Lucky' Bjorc's page

Now that 'Lucky' Bjorc is not directly engaged by one of the party Imbukar address him gently in hopes of not startling him.

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Oh sure, little one. You're not the first one to say hi, help yourself to some ale and nuts.

Ruul Spiritskin wrote:

Ruul nods at the orc's translated words, "Yes, thank you."

"Are any of your other customers present tonight worth getting to know?" the minotaur asks with glance around the room.

Did this get missed?

I sure did...

pointing to bar..."goof sto cat."

"Oh, I think he's pointing to the stable-master over there." She points towards the muscular elf near the end of the bar. "Be careful though, he's a bit of a pisser when he's in his cups. That came from me."

"ghumm."

"He agrees."

"Big biddies?" Ally peers around for a biddy, which to her means a gossipy old lady or a broody hen, but sees nothing of the sort. Her eyes widen as Lucky shows off his wounds, and exclaims, "You must be lucky to have survived so many potentially fatal adventures! Well, I know of the existence of spells that could restore your body, but they are powerful magic indeed. I've every reason to believe that should my companion, Elen, ever manage to learn them, she would use them for you, but that might be years."

"Oh thas quide nice o' you to say, bu' I'm ok wid it as is. Got me lucky rock righ' 'ere to kep me livin. Wanna touch it?"

Ally flutters over and takes a seat on the bar next to Numair, Ruul, Lavinia, the bar wench and Lucky. "Seems like most of the people in here are pretty soused. Something been going on to make them want to drown their sorrows?" she asks the bartender. [dice=Diplomacy again]1d20+11

"So Lucky, why do they call you that? Maybe I missed something earlier." (Does her Truespeech ability work to help her understand those with speech impediments? It seems like it ought to.)

It's not so much a speech impediment, as it is a lack of tongue. It got lost somewhere a few years back, and he never did find it. That being said, I am willing to 'roughly' translate what he says to you.

"O wel fanci you, wid dem big biddies of yours. Eww don' look too squeemish." As if winding up to throw something, Lucky starts in. "So as you sees, I los me tong awhile back, foun'dout you can do a ting widout it, I rekon. Los 'alf me face, an ear, an most of me 'air dealin wif a dragons. Also los' me stump 'ere he waves his right arm at you, missing just above the elbow wen som trolls decid'd to eats me fur dinner on night. Los some fingers 'laying on daggers. Los me leg here waving his left leg, which has exposed bone where the knee used to be to gelatinous cube of all t'ings." Lucky looks at you appreciably, looking for a response.

Ruul glances at the girl again in disbelief before continuing his questions.

"My friends and I are new to the camp - we just arrived today. We met with the Usurer but things did not go well. Any suggestions on how to get on his good side? I mean to visit him again tomorrow and try to smooth things over."

"ewgoup gimplefic," stump wave finger waggle.

"I'm pretty sure he meant 'He'll get over it. As long as your gold is gold, the Usurer will talk to you again.'"

"Woo jee bomfit," Bjorc pulls out a rock from his pouch. "It fings goo lug."

"He wants to know if you would like to rub his special rock," the bar wench says, in a tone that implies this line has been said many times. "He says it brings good luck."

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The wench looks up at you and says, "I think Lucky is saying welcome to his tavern. He lost his tongue at some point, so talking is a bit difficult for him." You look up as she says this and you see that 'Lucky' has a great big grin on his face, like he's a ray of sunshine or something.

Ruul rumbles with laughter at the mangled orc's jovial nature and offers his a nod.

"You are an excellent host", the minotaur follows up.

"If you don't mind my asking, how do you keep the order in here. From what I've seen the camp is a place where the strong take what they want and your women are beautiful but don't look like they'd be much help in a brawl."

"bwach hanc schwump me..." The bar wench laughs and says, "He's trying to say that you're right for the most part, although we women can take care of ourselves as well."

"yeeth" arm stump flap.