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The cloaked figure snaps his foot back, avoiding Steelwing's grab and giving the impression he is no stranger to grappling tactics. Stepping back out of range, he replies, I will not pander with Iron Legion killers..." His free hand moves beneath the many folds of his cloak, then swings out in a wide arc in Steelwing's direction. "Death is what I bring for butchers!"
In his hand, he clutches a small pouch, and from it's opened mouth, a yellow dust is flung out at his opponent.
Seeing the yellow dust cloud billowing towards him Steelwing clamps his mouth shut holding his breath and squints his eyes as far as possible while still being able to see and hurriedly backpedals out of the cloud. Once free of the cloud he grabs a drink from a table as he continues to edge backwards and dashes the contents of the tankard into his face washing the substance of his face and away from his eyes. " Nice trick friend but you are mistaken in your identification I fear put up your sword and go seek elsewhere and we can forget this happened. Continue in your delusions and I will gut you like a fish". Steelwing takes a defensive posture as he waits to see if the man will heed his words.
Looking around to see who threw the chair Steelwing barks "Keep out of this" and kicks the mans broadsword back over to him. "Get up and come spill your life on my blade"
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Steelwing sees that the chair tosser is in fact Jorm the bouncer, having returned to the main serving room. He has another chair in one hand and a leather wrapped club in the other. Given his apparent aim from all the way across the room, observers get the impression he doesn't miss often.
Long, bowed legs have carried him halfway across the bar already and he doesn't look as disinterested as usual. His heavy brow is furrowed with displeasure.
((just a reminder, Jorm is nearly nine feet tall and as broad as a barn, but moves in a surprisingly quick and fluid manner when necessary...like now))
"Seems the bouncer wishes us to take it outside" Steelwing stalks angrily towards the door "Come lets resolve this once and for all only one of us is walking back in here "
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Eyeing both Jorm and Steelwing, the cloaked figure slowly retrieves his sword. He begins to turn for the door, then attempts to take advantage of the opportunity and swings his sword back towards Steelwing. Unfortunately, his arm hits an immovable object - Jorm's grip. With one massive hand, he engulfs the man's sword hand. With the other, he palm's the unfortunate fellow's head, lifts him off the ground, and carries him to the door. Like so much trash, the cloaked figure is ejected from the tavern.
Tiny eyes squint out from beneath furrowed brows as Jorm steps back to allow Steelwing passage outside.
Grickin looks disappointed.
Steelwing cautiously steps through the door, wary of being ambushed from either side then moves out into the street. As he steps out the tavern door slowly swings shut behind him.
((Assuming no one inside can see from now on :) ))
The door of the tavern swings open and a grim faced Steelwing walks in, his sword now sheathed and a bundle jury rigged from the strangers shirt dangling from his left hand. He walks back to the bar and placing the bundle on the floor sits down with a sigh and signals the barmaid to top up his drink before turning back to Jordan,Grishkin and Zael "Now where were we before we were interrupted?"
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The green-cloaked witch grimaces at the disturbance and begins a strangely soothing chant in an unfamiliar tongue. Many patrons who were agitated or frightened by the outburst of violence appear to relax back into their seats.
After a while, the chant becomes more high pitched and changes its rhythm. The small animals return to the woman's cloak and she stands up.
With a final look about the room, whether disgusted or disappointed it is hard to say, she steps lightly to the door and leaves.
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Stopping several yards from the inn's outer boundary, the witch beckons the sparrow over and raises a finger for it perch on. Its initial wild caution is reduced by the witch's cooing and crooning, to the point where it settles on her finger in exchange for a proffered crumb.
A weary passing traveller turns with a puzzled look at the sight of a dishevelled woman chirping to the small bird, sounding exactly like a sparrow herself. Recognising the power of natural witchcraft, the traveller thinks it best to bow his head and pass on without comment.
"So, little one. Who is your master? You come from inside the inn so you are not local to these parts. Maybe you carry a message, yes? Maybe you come to follow me home? Maybe you were trapped and now escape from the noise and dark? No, I think you carry a message for you feel not completely at one with nature. You are the servant of another. Relax and tell me, what is it you wish to reveal?"
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He then gets up and walks over to some of the remaining dust on the ground, and using a small brush like object, and a small piece of paper, picks up enough dust to put on the tip of a finger and folds the paper up, going back to his table, pushing the remaining food on his plate away.
Stopping several yards from the inn's outer boundary, the witch beckons the sparrow over and raises a finger for it perch on. Its initial wild caution is reduced by the witch's cooing and crooning, to the point where it settles on her finger in exchange for a proffered crumb.
A weary passing traveller turns with a puzzled look at the sight of a dishevelled woman chirping to the small bird, sounding exactly like a sparrow herself. Recognising the power of natural witchcraft, the traveller thinks it best to bow his head and pass on without comment.
"So, little one. Who is your master? You come from inside the inn so you are not local to these parts. Maybe you carry a message, yes? Maybe you come to follow me home? Maybe you were trapped and now escape from the noise and dark? No, I think you carry a message for you feel not completely at one with nature. You are the servant of another. Relax and tell me, what is it you wish to reveal?"
Grickin orders the chicken--extra rare. He doesn't seem to fully understand what that means.
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Jordon says to Steelwing, "This right here," pointing at the map, "is where a certain fledgling settlement is being constructed. Haven't seen it myself, but it's nothing more than a few buildings and some sharp sticks at the moment. The group running that one's called... Oh what was it, something about the Eighth Veil. I met one of them before; the way he described his group it seemed like a bunch of bookish recluses, so I'm not sure what their goal is in claiming land. Maybe they're wizards setting up in an area with a particular reagent or somesuch."
Jordon shifts to lean far over the map and point to another location. "There's another right there, a group known as Pax. That's Azlanti for peace, dontcha know, though from what I've heard of them they're as much a force to be reckoned with as any other group out here. They've apparently got a rather ruthless military outfit which employs necromancers to raise their fallen enemies as servants. Grim stuff, eh?"
Now motioning closer to the Crusader Road, Jordon continues, "And there's some hoity toity local religious group setting up too. About right... there. They're known as the Empyrean Order, and they sound like a bunch of Iomedaeans. That is, they're always concerned with making sure every knows they're doing the right thing, even when they're murdering and conquering with the best of 'em."
Jordon takes a pause now, allowing Steelwing to make notes and ask questions.
Xeen pulls out a dagger and buries it into Mrs. Steelwings belly.
How dare you stare at me blankly for days on end with no answer.
Here Mez, have all the pigeons you wish.
btw, just an incentive for her to return, I hope all is well family wise
Grickin grins. "That seems a bit extreme."
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Jordon, seeing that his conversation partner has apparently been subject to a hold person spell, shrugs and begins playing some peaceful background music.
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"Well, my my, looks like you need a new dagger my friend. I know not the location of a nearby Blacksmith, but if you so desire, I can go and get us some ale, or anything else if you prefer. I would like to hear the story of how your dagger ended up in its current state.." *a short pause*
".... In the eye you said?"
*while speaking, tigari eye's the lump of meat in front of him, looking for some sign to tell him what it may have been before Grol got a hold of it*
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*apperantly the meat is humanoid, the remaining bones show it to be an orcish arm* Grol is blacksmith! Story is grol see orc, grol stab and stab and stab and stab and stab and stab and stab him untill he stop screaming. Then grol chop him up and om nom nom on him for dinner. *walks up to the counter and picks up a goblin cutpurse, chomping its head off and walking back to the counter holding two mugs of ale and a decapitated goblin, continues chewing as if nothing is wrong.* Grol hungry.
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*drops the inedible parts on the table, leaving some gore stained clothes and bones lying there.* No more snack. Grol tried to eat a horsey outside, person yelled at grol, grol punch him in the face.
*belches loudly right in tigiras face.*
Ale? *sniffs the mug, not exactly knowing what it is.* smell funny, poisioned water? *dumps the ale all over the table*
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*Feeling that being near Grol for much longer may be dangerous, due to his uncivilized manner and that of him being an orc and some roaming adventuring type might be feeling antsy, Tigari quickly says:
Ah, alas my friend, I have to depart, for I have spent too much time here, and I must make progress on catching up to my targ..... work"
*Tigari does a short bow, and starts for the door, then stops as quickly as he started, turning back to Grol*
" Ah, I almost forgot, A gift for a gift."
*while turning back for the door, Tigari sets a small folded up piece of paper down in front of Grol, slightly open were a small amount of yellow dust can be seen, and continues to walk out the door.
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(grol is a half orc)
*picks it up, sniffs at it. sneezes and then walks over to a crowded table with saduran and zael, picking up a hapless person who was sitting there and throwing him across the tavern, plunking down at the table, causing it to shake* Grol toss puny man!!! Grol got thingy! *places the paper on the table*
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[b]And just what... pray tell is it you... plan to do with your... thingy? I'd imagine nothing... so decent as to be... performed in the open?[b]
There was never a more monotonous sounding voice than Zael's as he turned to stare at the packet on the table. In fact, it sounding perfect to put people to sleep.
*and just to be safe, I'm going to go out on a limb here and activate the spell "sanctuary" on myself with a fancy sleight of hand check. :I one can never be too certain*