Gavin shakes his head as the man run's off. "Certainly an interesting display, that's for sure." Gavin says with a grin to Dekket. "Were you headed into the tavern? I'd vastly prefer to sit for a spell and have a drink with someone that seems a bit more perceptive. The name's Gavin, by the way." he finishes, extending a hand in a friendly gesture.
Graceela watched expectantly for a few moments after the initial display of fancy shooting and handling of weaponry. She watched and, as the "winner" holstered his weapons while the "loser" ran off, her expression changed from expectant to derisive. Her lips turned into a sneer and she spat out upon the ground in disgust. What sort of play acting had that been!? Not a drop of blood had been shed and the victor had not claimed his right to take the life of the one he had bested? Instead he allowed the coward to run off with his tail between his legs? What a farce that was!
"Hmph. Like children play-fighting except that would have drawn more blood. What a waste of time.", she scoffed as she shrugged her shoulders again, letting her cloak fall about her form as she began to push past what remained of the crowd to head for the tavern herself, needing strong spirits to wash the bad taste out of her mouth after watching such a worthless display.
with the crowd dispersed, it was time for Fanric to begin setting things in motion. He needed the trust and appreciation of the people of this town. He knew just how to get this started. With that thought he hurried into the tavern.
"So I take it you're new here? Raven's Roost's law enforcement is the people. We take matters into our own hands," the barkeep smiles.
"Duels are fairly commonplace, but they don't always end in bloodshed. We've got some really talented shots in town who can shoot the crossbow right out of your hand before you even know what happened. Although, I'd be lying if I said most of the town was as merciful as that. It gets ugly sometimes. Fist fights, drunken brawls right in the tavern, sometimes they engage in sword duels or knife fights...I spend a lot of time cleaning up blood."
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DMing: Adventures in (and around) Houndstooth | Sellswords on the Endless Plains
Well, that seems unfortunate, and dangerous! I sure your glad to be alive yourself! Fanric thinks to himself, Perfect. He takes a quick look around to see how many people occupy the tavern.
"Unfortunate only if you don't have the stomach for proper battle.", Graceela said as she walked up to the bar, having caught the tail-end of the conversation as she leaned herself up against it and gave the men at the counter a sidelong look for a brief moment, "That play-fight outside was what turned my stomach. Don't even want to call that a duel."
She gave a derisive sneer at that and then shook her head, looking to the barkeep and slapping the flat of her palm against the wooden bar top. "I need something strong to wash the bad taste from my mouth that display left. I hope your liquor is more appealing than your duels."
There are about 25 people occupying the tavern at the moment. A group of 5 are tucked away into the corner playing cards, a group of 4 are playing some sort of game of dice, and the rest are drinking and conversing in a few small groups. You spy the man from the duel earlier just as he enters the tavern.
Graceela
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The barkeep swiftly pours you a notably tall glass and slides it across the counter in front of you. "I'll be up front with you, it's rather poor stuff, but if you drink enough of it you won't mind. Consider it on the house."
The barkeep notices the man re-enter the tavern and says to no one in particular
"That man's apparently one heck of a shot. No surprise to see he's the one coming back."
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DMing: Adventures in (and around) Houndstooth | Sellswords on the Endless Plains
The barbarian woman looked at the tall glass and the liquid within, thinking it looked rather more pale and thin than what she was used to drinking. Still, the barman had a point when he said that drinking enough of even weak spirits would end with the same result. And if he was willing to give the drink for free on top of being upfront with her about the quality of it than she supposed she would accept his hospitality. It would be a mark of dishonor to reject a gift freely given, after all.
"I thank you for this and for your honesty. The drink may be weak, but at least the one who serves it is not.", she remarked and took a big swig from the tall glass, ignoring quality to instead focus on quantity as she drank down half of the glass before putting it back down onto the bar and looking to the bartender as he pointed out the man who had taken part in the duel. She shrugged in response to his words.
"I won't deny he could handle his weapon. I still think it a waste of time to fight with such showy techniques, however. A duel is not a show. It is a battle of honor. The man he defeated was a coward, running away as he did, but this one should have given chase and hunted the coward down. It was his right as the winner.", she remarked and then shook her head as she again took a long drink from her glass.
Fanric turns to the woman, assuming she must not be from near-by. ah I guess you do not understand our ways. Around here, death is a most, regrettable extreme. Besides, if they're dead how can they learn their lesson! he chuckles to himself.
"Then, a tribute to the victor!" Cade pulls a the flute from his pocket and plays an old elvish battle tune. It opens soft and subdued but builds in tension for a soaring climax then finishes where it began. The music, so classic and expertly play isn't what you'd expect from somebody who can be as harsh as Cade Crimson. He speaks Elvish and is quite found of the music. Maybe the only thing he held onto from the formal part of his education.
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DM: A JOURNEY ACROSS THE PLANES
PLAYER CHARACTER SELLSWORDS ON THE ENDLESS PLAINS: CADE CRIMSON, BARD
Graceela tilted her head rather quizzically at the man speaking to her on the subject of death and lessons. In her clan, death was the lesson. There was no greater lesson to those who survived than the death of another. Either they learned not to do whatever it was that killed the one who died or they learned that the one who killed him was the stronger and more worthy of the two. If somebody wished to learn a lesson, death was the ultimate one and so she could not fully understand what it was he meant when he said such things. It was perhaps for the best that the soft looking and speaking man moved on to buy drinks for the entire bar as it saved Graceela from having to deal with anymore words.
Instead, she finished her drink and gestured to the bartender once more as he spoke. "I do not agree with the soft one's words, but I will take the drink he is paying for. Though you were right in saying this was weak, I will not say no to a free drink.", she stated and then thought over his words for another moment before nodding, "I will consider your words. If this is a place of cowards, then perhaps there is need of one with greater courage. I had heard that this was a place where gold and glory could be earned and I would think that those with braver hearts and stronger bodies could earn more than the low, soft ones you speak of."
"Raven's Roost proper is mostly just a town of scumbags and skullduggery. You'll want to check the outskirts of town where people set up camps on the plains. There orcs, gnolls, goblins, all sorts of foul beasts harass the common folk on the regular. THOSE people are the ones you're looking to help."
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Fanric turns to the woman looking wounded, soft!? what could you possibly belive is soft about me? Fanric turns toman playing the flute, do I look soft to you?
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Gavin shakes his head as the man run's off. "Certainly an interesting display, that's for sure." Gavin says with a grin to Dekket. "Were you headed into the tavern? I'd vastly prefer to sit for a spell and have a drink with someone that seems a bit more perceptive. The name's Gavin, by the way." he finishes, extending a hand in a friendly gesture.
Graceela watched expectantly for a few moments after the initial display of fancy shooting and handling of weaponry. She watched and, as the "winner" holstered his weapons while the "loser" ran off, her expression changed from expectant to derisive. Her lips turned into a sneer and she spat out upon the ground in disgust. What sort of play acting had that been!? Not a drop of blood had been shed and the victor had not claimed his right to take the life of the one he had bested? Instead he allowed the coward to run off with his tail between his legs? What a farce that was!
"Hmph. Like children play-fighting except that would have drawn more blood. What a waste of time.", she scoffed as she shrugged her shoulders again, letting her cloak fall about her form as she began to push past what remained of the crowd to head for the tavern herself, needing strong spirits to wash the bad taste out of her mouth after watching such a worthless display.
with the crowd dispersed, it was time for Fanric to begin setting things in motion. He needed the trust and appreciation of the people of this town. He knew just how to get this started. With that thought he hurried into the tavern.
Cade Crimson slips into the tavern and hits the bar. "I'll take the darkest pint you can pull. How often does that street show happen?"
DM: A JOURNEY ACROSS THE PLANES
PLAYER CHARACTER
SELLSWORDS ON THE ENDLESS PLAINS: CADE CRIMSON, BARD
The barkeep gets Cade what he requested and says
"Street show? Hmm. What happened this time? All I saw was two men get into an argument over cards and then they took it outside."
DMing: Adventures in (and around) Houndstooth | Sellswords on the Endless Plains
Player in: Dark Omens
Fabric, having snuck up behind Cade hears what the bar keep has to say and asks well, does that happen often? what sort of law enforcment do you have?
"So I take it you're new here? Raven's Roost's law enforcement is the people. We take matters into our own hands," the barkeep smiles.
"Duels are fairly commonplace, but they don't always end in bloodshed. We've got some really talented shots in town who can shoot the crossbow right out of your hand before you even know what happened. Although, I'd be lying if I said most of the town was as merciful as that. It gets ugly sometimes. Fist fights, drunken brawls right in the tavern, sometimes they engage in sword duels or knife fights...I spend a lot of time cleaning up blood."
DMing: Adventures in (and around) Houndstooth | Sellswords on the Endless Plains
Player in: Dark Omens
Well, that seems unfortunate, and dangerous! I sure your glad to be alive yourself! Fanric thinks to himself, Perfect. He takes a quick look around to see how many people occupy the tavern.
"Unfortunate only if you don't have the stomach for proper battle.", Graceela said as she walked up to the bar, having caught the tail-end of the conversation as she leaned herself up against it and gave the men at the counter a sidelong look for a brief moment, "That play-fight outside was what turned my stomach. Don't even want to call that a duel."
She gave a derisive sneer at that and then shook her head, looking to the barkeep and slapping the flat of her palm against the wooden bar top. "I need something strong to wash the bad taste from my mouth that display left. I hope your liquor is more appealing than your duels."
Fanric
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There are about 25 people occupying the tavern at the moment. A group of 5 are tucked away into the corner playing cards, a group of 4 are playing some sort of game of dice, and the rest are drinking and conversing in a few small groups. You spy the man from the duel earlier just as he enters the tavern.
Graceela
---
The barkeep swiftly pours you a notably tall glass and slides it across the counter in front of you. "I'll be up front with you, it's rather poor stuff, but if you drink enough of it you won't mind. Consider it on the house."
The barkeep notices the man re-enter the tavern and says to no one in particular
"That man's apparently one heck of a shot. No surprise to see he's the one coming back."
DMing: Adventures in (and around) Houndstooth | Sellswords on the Endless Plains
Player in: Dark Omens
Fanric turns back to the bar keep, how much does a drink cost may I ask?
The barbarian woman looked at the tall glass and the liquid within, thinking it looked rather more pale and thin than what she was used to drinking. Still, the barman had a point when he said that drinking enough of even weak spirits would end with the same result. And if he was willing to give the drink for free on top of being upfront with her about the quality of it than she supposed she would accept his hospitality. It would be a mark of dishonor to reject a gift freely given, after all.
"I thank you for this and for your honesty. The drink may be weak, but at least the one who serves it is not.", she remarked and took a big swig from the tall glass, ignoring quality to instead focus on quantity as she drank down half of the glass before putting it back down onto the bar and looking to the bartender as he pointed out the man who had taken part in the duel. She shrugged in response to his words.
"I won't deny he could handle his weapon. I still think it a waste of time to fight with such showy techniques, however. A duel is not a show. It is a battle of honor. The man he defeated was a coward, running away as he did, but this one should have given chase and hunted the coward down. It was his right as the winner.", she remarked and then shook her head as she again took a long drink from her glass.
Fanric turns to the woman, assuming she must not be from near-by. ah I guess you do not understand our ways. Around here, death is a most, regrettable extreme. Besides, if they're dead how can they learn their lesson! he chuckles to himself.
"Then, a tribute to the victor!" Cade pulls a the flute from his pocket and plays an old elvish battle tune. It opens soft and subdued but builds in tension for a soaring climax then finishes where it began. The music, so classic and expertly play isn't what you'd expect from somebody who can be as harsh as Cade Crimson. He speaks Elvish and is quite found of the music. Maybe the only thing he held onto from the formal part of his education.
DM: A JOURNEY ACROSS THE PLANES
PLAYER CHARACTER
SELLSWORDS ON THE ENDLESS PLAINS: CADE CRIMSON, BARD
Fanric
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The man looks to you and says "About a copper for a glass."
Cade
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Your playing has caught the attention of most of the bar. Somebody shouts "ANOTHER ONE!" and flips you a gold coin.
DMing: Adventures in (and around) Houndstooth | Sellswords on the Endless Plains
Player in: Dark Omens
Well in that case...
Fanric jumps onto the table
Hello good people of Raven's Roost! I would like to give you all the gift of a free drink on me!
The tavern cheers for Fanric. and the barkeep smiles. He turns to Graceela and remarks
"This town is full of cowards, liars, and cheats. You'd best get used to it."
DMing: Adventures in (and around) Houndstooth | Sellswords on the Endless Plains
Player in: Dark Omens
Graceela tilted her head rather quizzically at the man speaking to her on the subject of death and lessons. In her clan, death was the lesson. There was no greater lesson to those who survived than the death of another. Either they learned not to do whatever it was that killed the one who died or they learned that the one who killed him was the stronger and more worthy of the two. If somebody wished to learn a lesson, death was the ultimate one and so she could not fully understand what it was he meant when he said such things. It was perhaps for the best that the soft looking and speaking man moved on to buy drinks for the entire bar as it saved Graceela from having to deal with anymore words.
Instead, she finished her drink and gestured to the bartender once more as he spoke. "I do not agree with the soft one's words, but I will take the drink he is paying for. Though you were right in saying this was weak, I will not say no to a free drink.", she stated and then thought over his words for another moment before nodding, "I will consider your words. If this is a place of cowards, then perhaps there is need of one with greater courage. I had heard that this was a place where gold and glory could be earned and I would think that those with braver hearts and stronger bodies could earn more than the low, soft ones you speak of."
The barkeep remarks
"Raven's Roost proper is mostly just a town of scumbags and skullduggery. You'll want to check the outskirts of town where people set up camps on the plains. There orcs, gnolls, goblins, all sorts of foul beasts harass the common folk on the regular. THOSE people are the ones you're looking to help."
DMing: Adventures in (and around) Houndstooth | Sellswords on the Endless Plains
Player in: Dark Omens
Fanric turns to the woman looking wounded, soft!? what could you possibly belive is soft about me? Fanric turns to man playing the flute, do I look soft to you?