Logan watches the barkeep run away and mutters something about getting his room, then turns around to pay more attention to the drunk Legionaires. Seeing several people working on calming them he decides to lean back against the bar and observe the outcome.
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"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow" "No power in the 'verse can stop me"
"OI WOMAN, what we do on our rec time is nuttin to do with the Vice captain." The Legionnaire had seemed to be calming before you mentioned his Commanding officer Alethra. "A free drink eh? *Hiccup* well theres no need for vio-" He is interrupted by a Human man, Clad in Chain mail armor who had been warming himself by the fire.
"Seven Hells, Geoffrey is that you? It's been too long old friend!" The Legionaries attention completely shifts to the Man who is now walking towards him with arms out stretched. "Come, sit an' have a drink with us Old friend. Tell us of life outside the legion." He does embrace you Geoffrey but only for a moment. "Wouldn't be the first innocent struck by this blade right?Sure as shit wouldn't be the last!" He laughs loudly as he sheaths his blade and gestures for Geoffrey to sit at his table. The commotion seemingly ended. "We'll 'ave that free drink and tell the barkeep to send over another chicken!" You are clear of conflict Alethra, having been saved by this man.
Silas as you move your way to a quiet corner, You can feel the gazes of at least half a dozen folks. All staring at you, some mumbling under their breath.
No Persuasion necessary Cowboy, Your background helped you in this circumstance.
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Logan eyes the new soldier type as he apparently single-handedly defuses the situation. He glances over to Clarity and Alethra, "Is it weird that I'm a little disappointed that ended so fast?"
He then turns back to the bar and tries to flag down the barkeep so he can secure that final room.
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"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow" "No power in the 'verse can stop me"
Samson walks over to Silas and says, "Would you like to bunk up tonight? Logan seems to want his own room, and I have a spare bed in mine." Samson looks at each of the people staring until they look away.
Clarity shrugs in response to Logan's question. "Little bit, but it would probably be better if we don't cause a scene right before we get down to business." The tiefling lightly taps Alethra on the shoulder and whispers, "Nice call out on the pricing, I wouldn't mind rooming with you tonight....as long as I get your name?"
Logan you wait 5 minutes at the Counter, waiting for the Barkeep to reemerge but he dosent. He is seemingly incredibly frightened of your new companion, Once he peaks out threw the curtain before dashing back to whatever hiding spot he had found.
Another 10 minutes go by and one by one the patrons of the bar are becoming agitated, Most of them drunk they begin to yell for more ale or food. Both barmaids are at a loss of what to do, explaining that they are not permitted behind the counter to serve drinks and doing so could cost them their nights salary. The door to the Inn Wooshes open with a cold breeze of air following it. Stepping in is a Rather large man, nearing 7 feet tall. He has to hunch slightly to step threw the door frame, Bare chest except for a leather vest lined with some kind of fur on the collar. His frame is that of a Miner, pale and weathered skin stretched over taught and rippling muscle. Head completely shaven, there is a series of 4 scars across the right side of his face. A thick and full beard hangs a good 8 inches from his chin. Covered in dirt and Residue from whatever he was mining.
Everyone becomes quiet as he closes the door and strides up to the counter, stepping around it. "CRESPIN, GET YOUR SCRAWNY ASS OUT HERE BOY." His voice is deep and ragged. Wiping his hands on his dirty trousers he finds a Pipe behind the counter and proceeds to pack it full of tobacco. Lighting the pipe with a wooden match, he grabs one of the green-ish bottle from the shelf and takes a seat behind the counter. Pulling the cork from the bottle and taking a long drink. "L-lou? Thank the Gods!" Crespin reemerges from the storage room, clear signs of tears on his cheek and in his eyes. "The Bloody legionaries are here again and this one." He points to you Alethra. "She threatened me with a bloody axe!"
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Logan almost facepalms but diverts his hand to scratch behind an ear instead. He is watching the exchange between Crespin and Lou closesly for a moment and jumps in at a break, "Hey, barkeep.. can we talk about that available room?" he holds a silver coin between the fingers of one hand that he keeps fidgeting with, tapping the wood now and then with it.
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"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow" "No power in the 'verse can stop me"
Lou pushes Crespin aside and takes the coin from you Logan, Slapping a brass key down on the counter in front of you. "Here's ya room Young man, its a bit small but it'll keep ya out of the snow storm brewin out there." Lou stands from his seat and faces you Alethra, His imposing form is towering over you. Puffing on his pipe out of the corner of his mouth. "This here is my Inn, This lad here is my employee. What did he do to cause you to threaten 'im Miss?"
Logan, the tag on the key has the number 4 on it.
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Samson comes over next to Alethra and says to Lou, "Well sir, he told us that rooms here were 20 silver and breakfast was another 10, so when my friend here saw that sign, she was understandably a little angry." He points to the sign behind Lou. "All she wanted was her change back Mister...?"
"Yes. The price itself wouldn't have necessarily been a problem if not for the blatant lies as shown by the sign," Clarity adds with a nod, staring right at Lou. "It wouldn't have been a bad trick, may I add, but maybe not the right people to pull it on."
Lou slowly lowers the pipe from his mouth as you explain what had occurred Samson, letting the puff of inhaled smoked escape threw his nostrils. His gaze turns to the young lad Crespin. "Oh He did, did he." He grabs the young man by the back of his neck. "Your breakfast will be on the house, as a apology for my pupils behavior ." He tosses Crespin towards the storage room he had been cowarding in. "Re-stock the shelves and bring another barrel out boy, Your off front house til you pay me back what I'll lose for the breakfast." Crespin stumbles into the storage room, Embarassed and defeated. Lou lets out a huff and walks around the counter.
"My apologies for the Lad, He's a bit stupid and tries to trick outsiders." Lou looks over to where the Legionaries and Geoffrey are sitting. "Please, Enjoy a drink on me. Pardon me but I have some business to take care of."
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"Thank you very much." Samson smiles at Lou, and takes the drink. Turning to the group, he says, "Well that turned out better than I thought. But I think I'll turn in before someone else wants to fight us. See you all in the morning, and just knock on the door when you come up Silas." Samson downs the drink, and heads up to his room to tune and polish his instrument.
Samson you walk upstairs and come to a very thin hallway, its maybe 3 feet across. Walking along you eventually find your room and using the key you open the door. The room is small, Like almost harry potter in the closet small. There is enough room to stand inside and it has a bed tucked against the wall, That is about it. No window, rug or paintings.
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"Thank you all, I really overreacted. Went a bit overboard. Ah, my name is Alethra Blackblast. A pleasure to meet you. I'm going to go to our room to... avoid more unnecessary embarrassment. Good night."
Geoffrey While all this was happening, Frederick was busy regaling you with stories of his last year. His vacation in Vek'jero, The Floating city.(Venice but with a little of the bahamas thrown in) The Wines he drank and the Woman he (Supposedly) wooed. Tales of the Legions foray into Caves up north and heroically slaying the blood thirsty monster that dwelled within single handidly. Ending it all with a tale of how he chased off the bandit "Red Hood" from the Legions camp and is now up for Promotion.
"Thats right, Imma be Vice Captain soon. *Hiccup* Only took 7 years!" He jokingly pushes your shoulder Geoffrey, with a wide grin on his face and a chuckle.
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Geoffrey looks back at Fredrick and grins back, "Seven years for a man of your nature? I'm shocked." He dead-panned, leaving it up for the other man to decide what he meant by this. "I have heard some grumblings of this 'Red Hood' on the road, but other than that it was just grumblings. Has he been apprehended yet? Or is he still at large? What else can you tell me about him?"
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He finishes his drink and wipes his mouth with his forearm, Letting out a loud belch once more he yells for another round. The other two soldiers are nearly passed out, one is leaning against the back of his chair, struggling to keep his eyes open. The other is out cold on the table, a pool of drool forming under him.
"Right ****er that Red Hood, Been causin all kind of trouble for the 11th. Started off just botherin scouts and carriage drivers, askin em weird questions bout the captain. Next thing ya know ******* is in the middle of the camp goin toe to toe with Gorth. GORTH." He is exaggerating the captains name, You had not personally know Gorth. yet from the way Fredrick is talking, it would seem the an could handle himself in a fight. "Anyway, their fightin and the Captain is holdin his own. Blade against blade, Next thing ya know Ol' reddy pulls another blade and the blasted thing is firin off lightnin. Hows a man spose to fight somethin like that, not fair i tell ya." Fredricks face becomes somber as he looks into his empty tankard, Recalling the tale. "He put the captain down, like he was a lame mare and just vanished. ****ers still out there, got a 500 gold bounty on his head."
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Logan watches the barkeep run away and mutters something about getting his room, then turns around to pay more attention to the drunk Legionaires. Seeing several people working on calming them he decides to lean back against the bar and observe the outcome.
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
"OI WOMAN, what we do on our rec time is nuttin to do with the Vice captain." The Legionnaire had seemed to be calming before you mentioned his Commanding officer Alethra. "A free drink eh? *Hiccup* well theres no need for vio-" He is interrupted by a Human man, Clad in Chain mail armor who had been warming himself by the fire.
"Seven Hells, Geoffrey is that you? It's been too long old friend!" The Legionaries attention completely shifts to the Man who is now walking towards him with arms out stretched. "Come, sit an' have a drink with us Old friend. Tell us of life outside the legion." He does embrace you Geoffrey but only for a moment. "Wouldn't be the first innocent struck by this blade right?Sure as shit wouldn't be the last!" He laughs loudly as he sheaths his blade and gestures for Geoffrey to sit at his table. The commotion seemingly ended. "We'll 'ave that free drink and tell the barkeep to send over another chicken!" You are clear of conflict Alethra, having been saved by this man.
Silas as you move your way to a quiet corner, You can feel the gazes of at least half a dozen folks. All staring at you, some mumbling under their breath.
No Persuasion necessary Cowboy, Your background helped you in this circumstance.
Logan eyes the new soldier type as he apparently single-handedly defuses the situation. He glances over to Clarity and Alethra, "Is it weird that I'm a little disappointed that ended so fast?"
He then turns back to the bar and tries to flag down the barkeep so he can secure that final room.
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
Samson walks over to Silas and says, "Would you like to bunk up tonight? Logan seems to want his own room, and I have a spare bed in mine." Samson looks at each of the people staring until they look away.
"Yes, id like that."
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Clarity shrugs in response to Logan's question. "Little bit, but it would probably be better if we don't cause a scene right before we get down to business." The tiefling lightly taps Alethra on the shoulder and whispers, "Nice call out on the pricing, I wouldn't mind rooming with you tonight....as long as I get your name?"
Logan you wait 5 minutes at the Counter, waiting for the Barkeep to reemerge but he dosent. He is seemingly incredibly frightened of your new companion, Once he peaks out threw the curtain before dashing back to whatever hiding spot he had found.
Another 10 minutes go by and one by one the patrons of the bar are becoming agitated, Most of them drunk they begin to yell for more ale or food. Both barmaids are at a loss of what to do, explaining that they are not permitted behind the counter to serve drinks and doing so could cost them their nights salary. The door to the Inn Wooshes open with a cold breeze of air following it. Stepping in is a Rather large man, nearing 7 feet tall. He has to hunch slightly to step threw the door frame, Bare chest except for a leather vest lined with some kind of fur on the collar. His frame is that of a Miner, pale and weathered skin stretched over taught and rippling muscle. Head completely shaven, there is a series of 4 scars across the right side of his face. A thick and full beard hangs a good 8 inches from his chin. Covered in dirt and Residue from whatever he was mining.
Everyone becomes quiet as he closes the door and strides up to the counter, stepping around it. "CRESPIN, GET YOUR SCRAWNY ASS OUT HERE BOY." His voice is deep and ragged. Wiping his hands on his dirty trousers he finds a Pipe behind the counter and proceeds to pack it full of tobacco. Lighting the pipe with a wooden match, he grabs one of the green-ish bottle from the shelf and takes a seat behind the counter. Pulling the cork from the bottle and taking a long drink. "L-lou? Thank the Gods!" Crespin reemerges from the storage room, clear signs of tears on his cheek and in his eyes. "The Bloody legionaries are here again and this one." He points to you Alethra. "She threatened me with a bloody axe!"
Logan almost facepalms but diverts his hand to scratch behind an ear instead. He is watching the exchange between Crespin and Lou closesly for a moment and jumps in at a break, "Hey, barkeep.. can we talk about that available room?" he holds a silver coin between the fingers of one hand that he keeps fidgeting with, tapping the wood now and then with it.
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
Lou pushes Crespin aside and takes the coin from you Logan, Slapping a brass key down on the counter in front of you. "Here's ya room Young man, its a bit small but it'll keep ya out of the snow storm brewin out there." Lou stands from his seat and faces you Alethra, His imposing form is towering over you. Puffing on his pipe out of the corner of his mouth. "This here is my Inn, This lad here is my employee. What did he do to cause you to threaten 'im Miss?"
Logan, the tag on the key has the number 4 on it.
Samson comes over next to Alethra and says to Lou, "Well sir, he told us that rooms here were 20 silver and breakfast was another 10, so when my friend here saw that sign, she was understandably a little angry." He points to the sign behind Lou. "All she wanted was her change back Mister...?"
"Yes. The price itself wouldn't have necessarily been a problem if not for the blatant lies as shown by the sign," Clarity adds with a nod, staring right at Lou. "It wouldn't have been a bad trick, may I add, but maybe not the right people to pull it on."
Lou slowly lowers the pipe from his mouth as you explain what had occurred Samson, letting the puff of inhaled smoked escape threw his nostrils. His gaze turns to the young lad Crespin. "Oh He did, did he." He grabs the young man by the back of his neck. "Your breakfast will be on the house, as a apology for my pupils behavior ." He tosses Crespin towards the storage room he had been cowarding in. "Re-stock the shelves and bring another barrel out boy, Your off front house til you pay me back what I'll lose for the breakfast." Crespin stumbles into the storage room, Embarassed and defeated. Lou lets out a huff and walks around the counter.
"My apologies for the Lad, He's a bit stupid and tries to trick outsiders." Lou looks over to where the Legionaries and Geoffrey are sitting. "Please, Enjoy a drink on me. Pardon me but I have some business to take care of."
"Thank you very much." Samson smiles at Lou, and takes the drink. Turning to the group, he says, "Well that turned out better than I thought. But I think I'll turn in before someone else wants to fight us. See you all in the morning, and just knock on the door when you come up Silas." Samson downs the drink, and heads up to his room to tune and polish his instrument.
Samson you walk upstairs and come to a very thin hallway, its maybe 3 feet across. Walking along you eventually find your room and using the key you open the door. The room is small, Like almost harry potter in the closet small. There is enough room to stand inside and it has a bed tucked against the wall, That is about it. No window, rug or paintings.
"Thank you all, I really overreacted. Went a bit overboard. Ah, my name is Alethra Blackblast. A pleasure to meet you. I'm going to go to our room to... avoid more unnecessary embarrassment. Good night."
Geoffrey While all this was happening, Frederick was busy regaling you with stories of his last year. His vacation in Vek'jero, The Floating city.(Venice but with a little of the bahamas thrown in) The Wines he drank and the Woman he (Supposedly) wooed. Tales of the Legions foray into Caves up north and heroically slaying the blood thirsty monster that dwelled within single handidly. Ending it all with a tale of how he chased off the bandit "Red Hood" from the Legions camp and is now up for Promotion.
"Thats right, Imma be Vice Captain soon. *Hiccup* Only took 7 years!" He jokingly pushes your shoulder Geoffrey, with a wide grin on his face and a chuckle.
SIlas knocks on the door of the room. Upon seeing the size of the room he offers to take the floor.
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Logan looks over to Clarity as the rest depart, "Looks like it's just us. Drink?"
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
Geoffrey looks back at Fredrick and grins back, "Seven years for a man of your nature? I'm shocked." He dead-panned, leaving it up for the other man to decide what he meant by this. "I have heard some grumblings of this 'Red Hood' on the road, but other than that it was just grumblings. Has he been apprehended yet? Or is he still at large? What else can you tell me about him?"
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He finishes his drink and wipes his mouth with his forearm, Letting out a loud belch once more he yells for another round. The other two soldiers are nearly passed out, one is leaning against the back of his chair, struggling to keep his eyes open. The other is out cold on the table, a pool of drool forming under him.
"Right ****er that Red Hood, Been causin all kind of trouble for the 11th. Started off just botherin scouts and carriage drivers, askin em weird questions bout the captain. Next thing ya know ******* is in the middle of the camp goin toe to toe with Gorth. GORTH." He is exaggerating the captains name, You had not personally know Gorth. yet from the way Fredrick is talking, it would seem the an could handle himself in a fight. "Anyway, their fightin and the Captain is holdin his own. Blade against blade, Next thing ya know Ol' reddy pulls another blade and the blasted thing is firin off lightnin. Hows a man spose to fight somethin like that, not fair i tell ya." Fredricks face becomes somber as he looks into his empty tankard, Recalling the tale. "He put the captain down, like he was a lame mare and just vanished. ****ers still out there, got a 500 gold bounty on his head."