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Saturday, April 9, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
The Inn (Turn 2)
OOC: What employer Tim H.? That seems like a NPC which the DM controls :P So I'm going to pretend like that part didn't happen.
IC:
MERKAL: It takes a while before the woman looks up from her polishing and even then she seems distracted. Looking behind Merkal instead of at him she seems to be thinking of something else entirely as she hollowly intones "It's two dromdens for the night or ten for the week. We break the fast in the early light so if you don't rouse yourself you don't eat. Although in the godsforsaken town I don't know why you'd even bother . . ." The last bit she mumbles trailing off as a wizened sallow looking man with an apron comes out from the kitchen door and sidles up beside her, his eyes darting from Merkal to the woman. "Is that anyway to be introducing the Fallowbrook hospitality to this good gentleman?" he says his tone seesawing between berating the woman and fawning over Merkal. "You'll have to excuse Tarsa here good traveler she lets the current Trouble and the rumor-mongering of the village talewaggers get the better of her . . ." he smiles an oily smile.
NYERI: Nyeri watches the traveler talk to the innkeepers while he idly speculates as to why the loose network of confederates that gave men such as himself rumors of possibly work would have sent him to this particular town. It didn't seem to be in much turmoil of the sort that would need his particularly deadly expertise, but then again you never knew with these quiet hamlets. He had noticed that the local men seemed to be quite heavily into their cups, drinking with the brooding glares and low murmured conversations that in his experience never ended well for any outsiders. Soon enough two of the younger men seemed to be paying him particular attention and after a furious back and forth whispered conversation lurched unsteadily to their feet and began to make their way across the room towards him . . .
OOC; Okay guys there is a quick introductory post to get you two kinda in the same scene. Merkal is at the counter talking and Nyeri is across the room to his right the two young men are coming from the left side of the inn . . . i was gonna move this along a little further but decided to let you guys have a few more options than rushing into the confrontation.
IC:
MERKAL: It takes a while before the woman looks up from her polishing and even then she seems distracted. Looking behind Merkal instead of at him she seems to be thinking of something else entirely as she hollowly intones "It's two dromdens for the night or ten for the week. We break the fast in the early light so if you don't rouse yourself you don't eat. Although in the godsforsaken town I don't know why you'd even bother . . ." The last bit she mumbles trailing off as a wizened sallow looking man with an apron comes out from the kitchen door and sidles up beside her, his eyes darting from Merkal to the woman. "Is that anyway to be introducing the Fallowbrook hospitality to this good gentleman?" he says his tone seesawing between berating the woman and fawning over Merkal. "You'll have to excuse Tarsa here good traveler she lets the current Trouble and the rumor-mongering of the village talewaggers get the better of her . . ." he smiles an oily smile.
NYERI: Nyeri watches the traveler talk to the innkeepers while he idly speculates as to why the loose network of confederates that gave men such as himself rumors of possibly work would have sent him to this particular town. It didn't seem to be in much turmoil of the sort that would need his particularly deadly expertise, but then again you never knew with these quiet hamlets. He had noticed that the local men seemed to be quite heavily into their cups, drinking with the brooding glares and low murmured conversations that in his experience never ended well for any outsiders. Soon enough two of the younger men seemed to be paying him particular attention and after a furious back and forth whispered conversation lurched unsteadily to their feet and began to make their way across the room towards him . . .
OOC; Okay guys there is a quick introductory post to get you two kinda in the same scene. Merkal is at the counter talking and Nyeri is across the room to his right the two young men are coming from the left side of the inn . . . i was gonna move this along a little further but decided to let you guys have a few more options than rushing into the confrontation.
Monday, March 21, 2011
The Inn (Turn 1)
You arrive in the town of Fallowbrook just as the the harvest moon is rising over the edge of the distant Thantos Forest. The town is much like many that you've seen in your travels. People hurrying towards their homes after a hard day's work, dog barking down side streets and street urchins running about in half feral packs. The buildings of the town seem sturdier than the last few you've been through, the walls solidly whitewashed and all the thatched roofs in apparent good repair. It is obviously a prosperous market city or perhaps a trades town. You let your feet guide you and eventually you come to the familiar sight of the village inn. This one boasting the name "Heart of the Green" and an oddly carved placard of a wooden man's face with vivid green eyes that have obviously been painted recently as the rest of the sign is quite weathered.
You make your way into the inn suddenly feeling the miles on your feet and eager for a hot meal and a good night's rest. The interior is much as you imagined it would be, long rough hewn tables set out on each side with sawdust and chip strewn floors beneath and smoke darkened support beams barely visible up above in the eaves. There are stairs to the right obviously leading to sleeping quarters and the bar beckons straight ahead where a plump matronly woman polishes a tankard and looks up at you without much expression.
OOC: (out of character) Okay I'm obviously very rusty but let's have some fun.
You make your way into the inn suddenly feeling the miles on your feet and eager for a hot meal and a good night's rest. The interior is much as you imagined it would be, long rough hewn tables set out on each side with sawdust and chip strewn floors beneath and smoke darkened support beams barely visible up above in the eaves. There are stairs to the right obviously leading to sleeping quarters and the bar beckons straight ahead where a plump matronly woman polishes a tankard and looks up at you without much expression.
OOC: (out of character) Okay I'm obviously very rusty but let's have some fun.
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