The half-orc pulls out a bottle of white wine. "15 gold."
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His eyes shift to the table with the man you can't quite place. "Backs to us." He is referring to the other man at the table. When Astri asks about the other man at the table he responds, "Ain't got 'nough platinum for that." He raises his gravely voice enough to get Chell's attention, "You ready for another red?"
After the distraction Orn takes a long pull off his tankard. He frowns at new woman speaking, "You fiddle, they no pay me munny. They need no fiddle, they need drink."
Orn moves over to the next customer that calls, filling tankards. Wine, ale, whiskey all go in the same type of tankard. Voices rise and a scuffle occurs at a nearby table with card players. The sound of crunching occurs as fist are thrown, this is short lived as two half-orcs quickly descend on the perpetrators. They are thrashed and subdued quickly enough, then each has his left hand placed on the scarred bar. Orn quickly and mercilessly smashes each hand twice. "OUT! All eyes quickly go back to their previous business.
He pulls out another three tankards and pulls from a tapped cask. He gives the three red wines to the women. "Orc brown fer you." more of a statement than a question, as he pours a thick brownish fermented brew. He gives slides it to Ptahh. He snatches up the platinum. 'Heard that name b'fore." He intense stare indicates more coin is necessary.
"Wine...water'd or not, what color?" He thumps the bar with his finger again waiting to see coin. "Chat costs munny, guud chat means more munnies." The half-orc pulls an battered pewter tankard from under the bar and drinks from it while he waits for the response.
The Broken Orc is nearly full at this early afternoon hour, the air is thick with stale beer and whiskey, burnt meat, and a sickly sweet sauce. It's a loud pub, sailors drinking and telling tall-tales and sellswords bragging of their deeds. The group wedges themselves up to the bar, "Whatcha drink'n." The snout nosed one tusked bartender growls. He taps the scarred wooded bar with his thick finger a clear indication he needs to see coin for service.
Orn grunts his approval.
Orn looks at Truk..."Say excuse me at least, there are women around."
"More beer and more fuud." The half-orc agrees wholeheartedly. His anger soothed for the time being.
Orn sits confused, "At least I'm not dying in the next few minutes." He picks up another pitcher of ale and drinks a third, then passing it to Lucrezia. Edit: May she'll drink her third then pass it Truk? Then maybe she be real thirsty too. He shrugs.
Orn lets go of Lucrezia, then looks back at Orsin, "Why are we dying? Are you a Seer?"
You feel a tug at your waist, Lucrezia, as Orn's giant mitt pulls at you. His growl is vibrating through his hand and your tummy.
Orn's big paw on Lucrezia's waist, as she is pulled towards his younger brother. Suddenly he looks at the bard, "Huh?"
Orn eyes his brother then reaches for a pitcher of ale, he begins to drink form the pitcher directly. He drains the vessel in one long pull. He slams it down leans over Lucrezia and kisses her. His right eye never leaving his sibling.
The two-half orcs are having a rumbling contest and the table begins to shake. "Share?" a confused look on his face,"like a leg o'lamb?" He frowns. "Orn was not rutting every girl at the grotto." He looks baffled by the time Orsin approaches.
The low grumble begins again, it sounds like a building tidal wave. "Thought of you" his eyes go to Lucrezia,"never expected my bro to claim you! His grumble continues. "Not what I'd expect from my flesh." His eyes on his traitorous sibling.
His bushy single eyebrow raises when Truk sits next to Lucrezia, "Questions lots of questions...wanted to know about the missing girl" He pauses, "Little sleep at first, always woken up, then lots of water till I was so cold." He stops and shakes a bit. "Lots of questions about stolen property...law breaking.
Orn's shows his toothy smile. Enjoying her arm. "They treated me well enough...especially, lately." he has trouble look on his face, "thought I'd not see you again...I was told I was sold to the fighting pits." His eyes brighten up, "things much much better once nice lawyer come. Hope raised."
Go to the gym...we can take it up tomorrow besides it'll be better with Lucrezia on.I think she has been gaming on Sunday's. "Safe to say...Orn not so happy.
Orn is distracted by Andrea's question, "I'm hungry...that is what I'd like to do ...eat."
Orn's begins to sniff loudly his nose twitching, a low guttural growl as his eyes flash from Truk to Lucrezia.
Orn turns and smiles, his broken tusk catching on his lips, then he hurries over and grapples Truk.
Andrea seems strained as she prays for a lengthy time. Her spell is sent away and there is broken echo in her head: There is the sound of sobbing, Truk is that you? Many beatings in a dark room. Tell Lucrezia she is my strength. They want the noble girl. Haven't broken me yet.
Orn puts eight coppers on the table as he gets up with his brother and Lucrezia. "Gotta git to work, folks need an eye lookin' out fer 'em." He slaps his brother on the shoulder but his eyes never leave Lucrezia's figure.
The half-orc snorts and chuckles with Lucrezia's comment about being too good looking. Meanwhile a few other people enter the bakery, dodging the weather and buying some goods.
In orc:
"Rip his fricken head off, if he tried."
Truk in Orc: "Grrrrrrrrr," he rumbles in Orc, "we've had fun together, without armor on...No Stop." Wishing the embarrassing pain would jsut stop.
Without hesitating Orn wallops his younger brother in the arm, instinctively protecting Lucrezia's.
"No beatin's doh, Silas is shakin' up a bit." He blushes more regarding his brother's comments.
Once everyone settles down at the table, "Alphonse went to his cellar wit' 'is new guards...came back angry." He looks to Ducnan, "Questioned lots of staff, Silas and 'is wife." He looks is a bit upsetting. "Alphonse is surroundin' 'imself with lots of new people. Too many 'ellknights trompin' around da place."
The one tusk half-orc nearly spills his coffee on himself, "L..L...Lu...Lucrezia no, no s...sit down," He hurries to his feet nearly knocking the table over. "Lucrezia 'dis is me brudder, Truk'tosh." the greenish orc blushes. "OH YEH, 'dis is da dwarf, I was spekin' of...Duncan." He looks from his brother, to the smokin' hot bouncer, then to Duncan.
"Bossman has had lotsof 'new' guards 'round 'im lately." his hands sliding two ales at Andrea and Duncan. "Sumt'ing brewin' me keep an eye on fur you."
"I'll send Silas to da cellar if the bossman comes back." He motions to the back hallway that leads to the kitchen. "Be quick.
Orn eventually returns to the common room, he nods to the group.
Fluer you see the familiar face of Orn stop to talk to Tracey, you can over hear him say, "...they are downstairs planning something..."
Orn says, "Boss man will charge 10GP each fer the night." He angry wipes the bar top, "Plus 1 GP fer the room."
Went out mid-day, carriage from a noble house picked him up. Didn't get a good glance a the colors though." His hands raised palms up in an I'm sorry manner. His eyes widen as he sees Duncan and Ermolos enter the building. Instinctively he picks up two mugs and pours the mead for them.
"Keeps her in the cellar." In the time you've worked here you haven't been permitted in the cellar.
Orn responds, "Scared mostly, boss man normally doesn't hit 'em, but he's had one whipped couple times already." He nods, "they keep her locked up, so far. Not workin' the floor."
Orn wipes the bar looking busy as he drinks his mug of ale. "Alphonse is da sumthing, real tense 'round here lately." He waves to his left and you see three of his "new" purchases working the room.
All 6'7 feet of the half orc stands there speechless with the news.
'nudder elf, Tracey took 'er upstairs bout one bell ago." He looks towards the stairs, "Shouldn't be long now." He looks at the two girls, "Where's Sunny, her she's late fer her shift?"
Andrea and Lucrezia enter the Grotto, the crowd looks big for the evening. Orn smiles when he sees Lucrezia. He nods at Andrea and approaches the two girls. "Sumone been askin' 'bout the new bouncer."
Fluer the half-orc simply stares through you not convinced of your intentions. He begins to turn around.
The imposing half-orc brings the next tankard of ale, "'haut u'd askin' about elf's for." His muscular neck flexes as he speaks.
Orn nods at the good natured dwarf.
Sees Andrea, Sunny, and Lucrezia next to the half orc. What is the meaning of that? pointing to the poorly clothed children being led into the adult establishment. "new slaves." He picks up his towel and wipes the bar.
Orn here's Andrea but is quickly interrupted by Faelyn's arrival.
Orn glares at the nasty elf, "Like udders of ye race more" he snarls at Faelyn. "Ya d'ink I could snap ye gambl'n weasel neck wit one hand?" |