The Talking Head Tavern (open RP)


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Xeen finds 5gp, 22sp, 18cp, and a small steel mirror.

(sorry guys, every time I was going to get to this something came up)

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LOL, I thought that would get your attention

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Thank you for then"aggressive encouragement" Xeen, you my kinda Rp'er ;P

Let's try this again:

Krumpus twiddles his long moustache with his left hand and a sprout of untamed hair with his right. Very well, let us speak of numerals over a cold libation?, he motions towards the tavern entrance

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I could use another few drinks, lets head in and get a plan together.

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Jordon finishes his current set of songs and swivels the accordion onto his back, apparently content to leave it at that for now. He moves to the bar and takes a seat near Steelwing, trying to be discreet in appraising the man's military manner as he orders a fruity beverage. He says nothing directly to Steelwing yet.


Steelwing glances over as he hears the nearby seat creak as the gnome settles upon it. He regards the gnome for a moment before taking a sip from his tankard and returning to his journal.

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Jordon's actually a human, though he has half-elven looking ears and a ridiculously pointy nose, as shown.


Jordon Narciso wrote:
Jordon's actually a human, though he has half-elven looking ears and a ridiculously pointy nose, as shown.

((oops apologies should have checked back as I havent been active in this thread for a while))

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It's all good.

Steelwing catches Jordon glancing over his shoulder curiously at the small journal; when caught Jordon looks quickly the other way and sniffs, apparently trying to cover up his indiscretion and doing a poor job of it. He glances out of the corner of his eye back at Steelwing to gauge how offended he is.


Steelwing grins at Jordan "Curiosity friend can be a lethal disease if caught at the wrong time. However this is just a journal I keep to remind me of my travels. When you have been a professional soldier for as long as I have one place soon blurs into another unless you have some prompt to memory"

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Jordon turns his body toward Steelwing, seemingly glad that he didn't take offense. He offers, "Ah, you do a lot of travelling too? I myself come from Absalom, so, y'know, I've done a bit myself." He takes a sip from his girlish drink, his black lipstick not leaving any marks. If Steelwing is knowledgeable in illusions he might recognize Jordon's makeup as only a glamer, which leads to the question of what he really looks like under the magic.


Steelwing nods "Aye a fair bit of travelling over the last 30 years. There are few parts of Avistan where I haven't been a soldier in that time on one side or the other. Quite a change to visit a part of the continent I have never visited".

He either does not recognize the makeup as a glamer or he is choosing to hide the knowledge.

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Jordon nods. "Yeah, this area is quite different from what I'm used to. It's all about the politics and scheming, and there isn't much work for a bard who doesn't want to suck up to some insignificant local noble. Bleeeeh." He makes a disgusted face.

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Thinks to Xeen, Don't get too plastered. I need you to be able to wheel and deal. It's hard enough to understand this guy sober.


Steelwing shrugs at Jordan "Never had much time for sucking up to minor princelings either but then most I dealt with wanted to keep me on their good side so never really had to."

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Jordon makes a face like this and says in what he hopes is a knowledgeable sounding tone, "Ah, then you are no ordinary footsoldier."


Steelwing shrugs noncommitally "I had a certain amount of rank in my condotta and my opinion certainly was considered when it was time to decide whether to accept a contract or not"

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Jordon muses for a moment, and says, "Mercenary, then? What is your group's name, maybe I've heard of them." He takes a dainty sip from his drink without taking his eyes from Steelwing.


Steelwing smiles a little "Heard of us? Oh I wouldn't think so we were just one little band amongst the hundreds that wander this land". He waves a hand dismissing the likelihood of the suggestion.

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"How big is a condotta? You military types really do have some strange phrases sometimes." He looks slyly towards Steelwing, as if skeptical that he's from "just one little band" as he suggests.


"A condotta is just a term for a mercenary band used in some areas it doesn't relate to size" smiles at Jordan and signals to the barmaid "Drink for you?"


The door of the tavern swings open sihouetting the slim waisted woman and obscuring her features in shadow. She pauses briefly in the ensuing silence timing it perfectly for maximum effect before sashaying her way to the bar the only sounds being the silken swish of her robes and the chiming of the tiny bells embroidered along every edge of her robes. Her long white hair swinging in counterpoint to her hips and the mystical tattoos covering her exposed flesh seeming to radiate an inner light in the gloomy interior of the inn.

Reaching the bar she casts an appraising glance over Jordan before turning to Steelwing who after a brief surprise at her entrance seems to have recovered his equinamity. She bows deeply before him then pulls a sealed scroll out of her pouch handing it to him. "I bring tidings G" she starts to say before being silenced by his finger placed on her lips. She lapses into silence as he examines the seal on the scroll then cracks it open and begins to read.


After reading the scroll Steelwing moves to the firepit looking thoughtful as he consigns the parchment to the flames. Returning to the bar he looks at the woman and says "You did well, it was a wise decision given the circumstances. I take it you brought new birds with you?" He turns to the bar as the bar maid appears and orders a watered wine for himself and a mead for the new arrival then he looks back at Jordan expectantly.


Makes a series of hand gestures at Steelwing which he returns with a sequence of his own. She nods briefly

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Thinks to Xeen, Hey...get a gander at the dish who just walked in. Seems maybe we got ourselves another spell-chucker, and one who don't come off half-baked like Mr. Krumb-cake or whatever he's called.


As she waits for her drink to arrive she idly looks over the meagre clientele of the tavern. Her ice grey eyes pass over Xeen then snap back to him. She dips her slender fingers into a small pocket sewn into her bodice drawing forth what appears to be a small monocle with an emerald colored lens. She peers briefly through it at Xeen and then rapidly bends her head to Steelwing whispering urgently into his ear


Steelwing nods at the woman then gazes piercingly at the creature on Xeen's shoulder for a moment then smiles at Xeen before whispering back to the woman at his side

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Whispers to Xeen, Uh-oh...

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Jordon's reply to Steelwing is cut short by the dramatic entrance of an exotic figure; Jordon simply watches her silently as she moves to Steelwing and the two go about some mysterious business; when she turns her back Jordon hastily straightens up, brushing his hair out of his face with one hand while straightening his colorful shirt with the other hand. He leans against the bar, trying to look casual when he catches her looking his way again. He says to Steelwing, "Thanks but I'm alright. I try to not let myself get carried away in these parts." Instead he orders a plate of steamed carrots from the waitress. He glances toward both Steelwing and the new arrival, his curious mind trying to pull any clues from their actions to unravel their mysterious ways. He seems much more focused now than he was before.


whispers to steelwing who nods briefly then turns back to Jordan smiling. "Steamed carrots sir surely to keep your singing voice up you would prefer some meat"

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Jordon chuckles lightly and says, "Oh, I'm vegetarian. And my singing voice is alright, but honestly it's not going to win me any coin." He motions to the accordion hanging from his back as an explanation for why a bard can't sing.


*steps oward her hand reaching up and slowly stroking Jordans face "I am sure we can find something of worth for you to trade your information sir even if it is not a mere rescue from the prospect of boiled carrots for dinner. "As she moves highlights seem to run over her exposed tattoos focussing on the hand stroking the bards face.

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Jordon gulps, clearly caught off guard by her sudden advance, and says, "Uhm... What kind of information are you looking for? And really, carrots are okay, I like them. Honest." Jordon's face seems to be expressing conflicting emotions at the moment as enjoyment, nervousness, and mild disappointment play in equal parts across his face.


Coming through the doors is a dwarf wearing leather and packing a lute. He is smoking a cheap cigar and speaks in a scottish accent."Weal Wot in the 9 ells is that talkin skul blabber in a bout"

He moves to the bar confidently and orders a dark dwarven ale. "Oi can ya elp a lad and get me an ale to wash this dust outta me throat"

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Friends of yours Mez? Looks like they have their eyes either on you or the jewel. Dont worry, I can handle them, just keep your eye on the prize. My guess is she can see what you are...

Xeen heads over to the bar and has a seat next to the grey eyed woman on the opposite side of Steelwing.

What is it that caught your attention? The bat or the necklace he is carrying?

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In through the main portal strides a figure of medium height. Covered head to toe in a black trenchcoat, a black, wide-brimmed hat, and a steel-gray facemask with but a single grated eyeslit on the right side. The trenchcoat is fairly charred with special attention shown to a blasted hole right above where the person's heart would be. The facemask has no visible protrusions and the center is scorched black as if by some intense heat; a few flecks of paint remain. Wrapped around the sleeve of the left arm is a whip, the handle resting near the blackened, leather-gloved palm of the hand. Nothing else can be seen of the person shrouded within save for a pair of brown boots and the faintest glint of metal through the hole on the person's chest. Around where the trenchcoat's collar is pulled to encase the neck dangles a leather cord. At one time it might have held something but the end is now frayed and completely vacant.

Looking neither left nor right, the individual walks over to a corner table and sits down. Taking out a small vial and a rag the figure gestures in the air directly above the table then begins to apply the vial's contents to the boots. After a little a harsh, rasping humming can be heard by the nearby patrons, and they didn't need to see the body encased within to know it is has been hideously marked.

metagame for whom it is concerned: that mumbo jumbo with the hands was some old fashioned "detect magic" being cast.

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Hey Mez, check this guy out, another magic user.

Hey you, over there with the funny looking jacket, I have a question for you.

Xeen walks over to the corner table and has a seat.

Xeen talks quietly Are you a powerful wizard?

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Without looking up, the harsh voice of an ill man issues forth.

No, Friend. I am simply a political... commentator. I wonder if you expect people to... cooperate with you after such a terrible... line of questioning. This 'jacket' is... critical to my personal... conditions.

Clearly a male, it is hard to tell if the constant pauses in his speech are from whatever physically ails him or something else.

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Hey Mez, what kind of magics do you possess?

I have never seen a jacket like that. It looks like a cross between a Cloak and Robes.

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This robe is nothing more than a... remembrance of the past.

The man switches cleaning boots mid-sentence and continue polishing. As he does so you are able to catch a glance at a wide array of curious shaped implements inside his leathery shroud

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Thinks to Xeen, If you keep hoppin' around like a headless chicken, we're never gonna make headway. I'd stick with the broad...she looks like she's got some know-how. Mr. Burnt-offerings strikes me as a few bricks short. Besides, he ain't a mage.

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Well Mez, The bard stopped talking then finally decided to have a couple drinks after I threatened him... Then of course the broad was ignoring us. We can try her again.

Xeen heads over and sits next to the grey eyed woman again.

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Zael tilts his head at the abrupt departure murmuring to himself

So it is one of those... circumstantial types again. Hmmm...

He finishes with his boots then reaches in his coat and draws forth a short rusted blade with a ruby inset at the crux of the hilt. He begins to polish the gem, trying to keep as clear from the blade as possible. The raspy, broken humming starts again.


Mrs Steelwing places her hand over Jordan's "Oh well nothing wrong with carrots I suppose, however I was hoping you might help us a little by sharing your knowledge of the river kingdoms with us" she says her voice lowering to a semi hypnotic husky whisper.

As she speaks to Jordan her eyes flicker over Xeens arrival,departure and rearrival with an amused glance

((Apologies for the delays gentlemen my father fell ill so we had to fly out to see him))


Gonna give this a shot. Been a while since I roleplayed...

"I'm ba-a-ack!"

A moment after this muffled cry is heard, the door slams open. A crooked-nosed man with a great bushy beard steps inside, looking around with eyes filled with wonder--and a hint of something else. A rusty scythe is strapped to his back, and a sprig of holly serves as a crude brooch for his hide cloak.

He walks over to the giant's head and gives a small bow. "Rovagroetus's roving eyes, Grolva. It's been too long. Last I saw you, your helmet wasn't anywhere near as tarnished. It been so long?"

He looks around. "Is it just me, or were there awful good numbers of folk heading to this tavern? Business is going well for..." He scowls at Ara. "...Anna. Anna, it must be. Clever Grickin never forgets names of any real importance."

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Commences polishing a set of very smooth, very shiny, jet-black stones completely ignoring Grickin's outburst with the ease of a skilled politician. Or a cat.

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Jordon smiles politely at Mrs. Steelwing, telling her, "I haven't been in the region long as some folks around here. Still, if there's something in particular just let me know." He takes the hand which she isn't touching and takes another sip from his fruity drink.

Don't worry about it. Hope he's alright.

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((I'll second Jordon - hope your father is doing better))

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Hope things are well with your father.

Grey Eyed woman, There is something I would like to speak to you about if you have the time.

Xeen looks around for anyone that is able to hear him.

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Zael is clearly not up to anything suspicious, nor does he seem the least bit suspicious himself. He is merely polishing his set of pretty rocks and not using anything magical or casting anything at all. He may be oozing out sympathy for fathers in pain, but that is a strictly out of game experience and should be taken into consideration as such.

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