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(you arrive in order of posting)
As you arrive at the "Bloody Blade", the smell of "fresh" cook rodent mixed with the scent of unwashed goblinoids, stale alcohol, and various stale bodily fluids washes over you...ah...delightful...
there is no lighting to speak of except the occasional flaring from a hookah or pipe and the light of the fires in the kitchen...no bother for goblinoids of course, as you can see just fine...
The furniture in the place is that of Cyre, from when this city was a Cyran city...numerous chucks are missing from every piece of furniture, the empty table you find in fact has 4 legs, but only 2 of them are original and the other 2 don't match each other. The table appears to be Mahogany, but the other legs appear to be oak and ash...
Hruskin moves hesitantly into the bar and scowls. Too many smells and nothing like a forge. Not neat, not tidy and not well-made, he mutters to himself as he studies the tables. He finally takes a seat, choosing the sturdiest chair he can and lays his warhammer across his lap. He shivers, not used to the cool air away from the forge and keeps his eyes peeled.
A dirty goblin barmaid dressed in revealing rags approaches Hruskin and in a scratchy, screeching voice asks, "YoU wANt DRinK"?
Hruskin pauses, studying the barmaid, but ultimately seems to come to the conclusion that it's best not to and says, "Aye. Mug o' the best."
A hobgogglin dressed in mud covered robes of green and brown, twigs and bones woven into his hair and beard walks in the dive. He carries a walking staff of gnarled wood adorned with dozens of exotic feathers and animal tails, at his heel follows a large black wolf.
"Wench, meat and grog now" he barks. and heads to the table with the fewest occupants and sits, glareing at any who look like might challange him.
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Luckily there are no Hobgoblins or Bugbears in the bar at the moment to challenge Ur-Kaim, and the goblins seem to be too interested in their own little games to truly take notice of the boisterous druid.
You notice the barwench goblin serving a rather odd looking goblin at the least occupied table...
Drexel approaches the bloody blade, he pulls his letter of summons out and checks it to make sure that he is at the right place. He knotices that his wolf, Kal' Ashk, seems edgy and orders her to stay outside the establishment. He slips in quietly (1d20+12=26 for stealth, if you want me to roll it, other wise kindly disregard) and moves to take a seat in a shadowy corner, looking to see who else is in the bar, and who else is arriving.
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Drexel approaches the bloody blade, he pulls his letter of summons out and checks it to make sure that he is at the right place. He knotices that his wolf, Kal' Ashk, seems edgy and orders her to stay outside the establishment. He slips in quietly (1d20+12=26 for stealth, if you want me to roll it, other wise kindly disregard) and moves to take a seat in a shadowy corner, looking to see who else is in the bar, and who else is arriving.
Light floods into the place, most of the goblins look away as you slip through the door.
Ur-Kaim sits at Hruskin's table with out invitation and bellows at the goblin whench as she leaves to get the orders "Hurry we are hungry and I have a large thirst to slake". The wolf sits on his haunches next to Ur-Kaim and bares its teeth to any who get too close.
Drexel quietly fingers his short sword studying the dirty Hobgoblin with the wolf, understanding why Kal' Ashk was uneasy now, to see if he is any sort of a threat. He also notes the strange looking Goblin sitting at the same table. Disliking the way that the Hobgoblin is commanding everyone he bristles.
Hruskin stares at the dirty hob and the feral wolf who sit down at the table and sips his ale. He scowls, hunches his shoulders as if against a strong wind and says to the twiggy hob, "Yer welcome to the seat. Drink's not much to speak of."
Anythings better than the bog water I've had to drink slogging my way here.
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The barmaid returns with the "house ale", it's more of a swish...and might kill a halfling, but your goblinoid stomachs are used to this filthy toxic brew
"DAt'll be TwOO Aygs, oh wait, Maz'kek sed himz WanT coins...silvER oNEs..."Her voice grates like fingernails on a chalkboard..."tWo silver Eech bIg Boi...I wurK fer Aygz doh..." As she runs a broken dirty fingenail down your jawline...
Ur-Kaim, you don't think she's talking about bar work...but you know you don't have the time for such actions as your contact could be here anytime, and you're not sure what you might catch off of that one...
Handing the gobblin whench a silver "Only cooked meat for now, I'll try your fresh meat latter" he says with a lustful grin.
*Ur-Kaim pushes half of the meat on the floor for the wolf before starting to eat the rest.*
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Handing the goblin whench a silver "Only cooked meat for now, I'll try your fresh meat later" he says with a lustful grin.
*Ur-Kaim pushes half of the meat on the floor for the wolf before starting to eat the rest.*
Your wolf kinda noses at the meat before begining to eat it...you wonder how fresh the meat is, or if it's diseased...it is heavily spiced and blackened so that might be covering up a bit of rotten taste. The meat is so greasy it can only be rat, or lamb, not that you remember seeing lamb in [i]Rhukaan Draal in the last decade.[/i]
The door opens again to admit a pale-skinned hobgoblin, who nods a greeting to all present. In this dive, hobgoblins stand out, but a single look at the disheveled, wolf-accompanied one is enough to convince Rethal that an open table might be the better option. First, though, he passes the bar. "What's on the menu today, goodman?"
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The door opens again to admit a pale-skinned hobgoblin, who nods a greeting to all present. In this dive, hobgoblins stand out, but a single look at the disheveled, wolf-accompanied one is enough to convince Rethal that an open table might be the better option. First, though, he passes the bar. "What's on the menu today, goodman?"
The toothless older looking goblin looks around for a "goodman"...
He gives a cockeyed expression to the new hobgoblin that just entered the establisment, but dares not say anything..."Ah didn't know yous wuz talk'n t'me...me t'ought der was a humie in 'ere"
"Oi, ah gotz Rat Kay-bob, and Rat puddin', and dire rat steak...wut would the 'obgob be in hankerin' fer?"
As you look around the place is pretty full...5 to 7 goblins at each table besides the one with the goblin and hobgoblin
Drexel scoffs, all who are entering this establishment appear to be weak, stupid, or both. He does not think that his contact has arrived yet and begins to dream up imaginative ways to kill some of the goblins sitting around a table across the way. He has nothing to fear from these two Hobgoblins that are here. He waves a waitress over and procedes to order some cooked rat and grog, then goes back to silently watching.
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Drexel scoffs, all who are entering this establishment appear to be weak, stupid, or both. He does not think that his contact has arrived yet and begins to dream up imaginative ways to kill some of the goblins sitting around a table across the way. He has nothing to fear from these two Hobgoblins that are here. He waves a waitress over and procedes to order some cooked rat and grog, then goes back to silently watching.
The bar "maid" approaches, and screeches, "YoU waNt Eats, YoU nEd Seet, coMe, CoMe, sit wif deez trEE." As she leads you to the table with the other Hobgoblins
Drexel follows the maid over to the other table and sits facing the two Hobs and the door.
Hruskin shrugs at the hob with the wolf. He doesn't seem inclined to talk, so Hruskin goes back to waiting for his contact. When the pale hob is lead to the table, Hruskin nods at him and goes back to silently scowling.
Now that his hunger is filled Ur-Kaim turns to the others "Silence is for tombs let us speak of better times and our glorious futures". I lift my mug in a toast, "To Dhakann, to enemies fallen to our blades and strong comrades at our backs".
Hruskin drinks a long pull from his mug and slams it down. "To the fires of the forge: may they always burns brightly and hot like the blood of Dhakann!"
Brignat enters the bar. Squinting, he peers around for a place to sit while strangling his bow in anticipation; it has been to long since he puts his skills to use. Seeing a table with several hobgoblins and a goblin, he moves toward it.
When he hears a toaste raised to Dhakaan's glory, he knows that he picked the right table.
"May Dhakaan's glory be renewed!" He eyes the pale hobgoblin as if trying to remember him.
"May I drink a toaste with you to Dhakaan's glory?"
Drexel eyes the new comer warily, now here is one that could be trouble if he had a mind too. "I'll have to keep an eye on this one" he thinks to himself. hopefully he wont be sticking around long. He raises his glass in agreement to the others toasts but adds nothing new.
Drexel attempts to befriend Ur-Kaim's wolf without anyone noticing using subtle body language and posturing. wild empathy check1d20+4=6
Bhaw-Hahahahaahah...many a goblin have lost fingers thinking he's tame. Next time try a bribe of venison, he'll still take fingers but not as many.
Drexel snarls back at the wolf then turns to Ur-Kaim. "Don't patronise me Druid i own one also and know how to handel them." He growls again the slams down the rest of his drink, wondering when his contact will show up so he can leave this table of misfits.
"I don't own him he just follows me around, must like my eyes. More grog then, it soothes wounded pride". He flashes sliver at the goblin server "Whench A round for my new freinds".
Hruskin edges his seat over to make room for the newcomers. He seems to hunch over a little more, uneasy at being surrounded by so many hobs. "I'll take that drink, and any hob's welcome to drink to the glory. My name's Hruskin Gelddar, smith and forge priest for Onatar."
A little surprised by Ur's offer Drexel accepts, either I have miss judged him or he is more cunning then I had previously thought he muses. I am Drexel son of the Dhakanni Tribe. I was a scout in the last war and am here to meet a contact. He says rather gruffly a little embarrassed by his earlier rudeness.
"I will have that drink and toast with you Forgemaster." His eyes lingering on the pale hobgoblin for a second more. "I am Brignat Hurack'zoun, Clan Kech Volaar, Tribe of Dhakaani, Son of Darguun. I have known battle and glory though not war."
I am Ur-Kaim of the family of Ur. Protecter of the wilds and hunter of abberations. I too have been sent here, if the fates have conspired bring us all to this table then great events must await. More now than ever we should drink our fill for we may face our doom ere the morn.
Hruskin looks distinctly uncomfortable when the song about kicking goblins begins. He mutters something under his breath that sounds like a prayer for patience and fingers his holy symbol.
Hruskin looks distinctly uncomfortable when the song about kicking goblins begins. He mutters something under his breath that sounds like a prayer for patience and fingers his holy symbol.
You don't like the song how about the one goblins sing of us.
You don't like the song how about the one goblins sing of us.
Hruskin chuckles at this, then seems to remember where he is and the crowd he's surrounded by and becomes serious again. Periodically however he allows a smile to break through.
Drexel remains stoic throughout both songs and continues to examin the people around the room
The door opens loudly and a tall Hobgoblin strides into the room. He is unmissable in his orange chain shirt and orange mask covering his face.
He takes in the scene before him and strides directly to the bar, calling the bartender over to him.
"I want ale and not the pigswill you feed the commoners, I want the good stuff. " His barked command echoes across the room, even over the rowdy song being vividly enacted by the goblins in the room.
He turns back to watch the room while the barkeep hurries to comply with his order. His eyes settle on the table of Hobgoblins and they narrow as he sees the strange little Goblin sitting with them.
Throwwing a handful of copper on the bar, he ttakes his ale and heads towards the motley assortment, wondering if one of them was his contact.
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The elderly goblin scrambles to collect the handful of copper, but knows better than to quip about the loss he'll take giving the Hobgoblin any lip about the price of the liquor,
he disappears in the back, you hear some clanking of bottles, then he returns..
"Here keshk(sire), you take, you take, whole bottle, only bottle...enjoy...yesyes"
You turn toward the table with the others...when suddenly the doors crash open reveling the silhouette of a 2 rather large bugbears wielding rather large axes...they come storming through the doors and begin looking around...
The elderly goblin scrambles to collect the handful of copper, but knows better than to quip about the loss he'll take giving the Hobgoblin any lip about the price of the liquor,
he disappears in the back, you hear some clanking of bottles, then he returns..
"Here keshk(sire), you take, you take, whole bottle, only bottle...enjoy...yesyes"
You turn toward the table with the others...when suddenly the doors crash open reveling the silhouette of a 2 rather large bugbears wielding rather large axes...they come storming through the doors and begin looking around...
I dive backward off my chair dodging behind the nearist (wall,table,covering) and draw my bow as I do so (1d20+12=31 stealth)
Ur-Kaim Losens his short swords, gives a short wistle to alert his wolf to be ready for a fight, stands, steps away from the table and adresses the bugbears, "I believe you here here looking for me, a raven has told me to expect you. Do you come with violence as your goal"?
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I dive backward off my chair dodging behind the nearist (wall,table,covering) and draw my bow as I do so (1d20+12=31 stealth)The elderly goblin scrambles to collect the handful of copper, but knows better than to quip about the loss he'll take giving the Hobgoblin any lip about the price of the liquor,
he disappears in the back, you hear some clanking of bottles, then he returns..
"Here keshk(sire), you take, you take, whole bottle, only bottle...enjoy...yesyes"
You turn toward the table with the others...when suddenly the doors crash open reveling the silhouette of a 2 rather large bugbears wielding rather large axes...they come storming through the doors and begin looking around...
Numerous goblins panic and start to run every which way