After dusting off his companion, Shiv will continue to bounce down the street looking for an inn or maybe a job board of some kind.. Eager to get some meat in his belly and more coin in his pocket, his razor sharp tail flipping back and forth rapidly as he makes his way down the sidewalk.
Of inns there is no shortage, and Shiv almost bounces past one before he realizes it is there. The words "The Cowardlee Lyon" are scrawled across a wooden board which hangs over the thresholdthreshold, and some remaining scraps of yellow paint still cling to the wooden walls. This inn seems a little less crowded and a little more clean than some others you have seen, as good a place as any to snatch a quick meal.
Shiv would screech to a stop as the claws on his feet and spiky protrusions on his tail scrap across the cobblestone. "Woah, this one looks good! I am ready to eat!" The dark green scaled Viashino will dive into the building and quickly make his way to an empty table, looking for a nice large booth if possible.
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Tak follows his excited companion into the inn also eager for a real meal. His eyes and head still swivel back and forth making note of each person in the room.
The bartender, a massive loxodon who is cleaning out a glass with his trunk while serving a dwarf, looks up at you and booms a greeting.
"Welcome, little frog! How can we serve you today?"
The occupants of the room are the typical tavern clientele. Two merchants compare their silks at one table, while a hulking orc sitting at the bar studies a book titled "Inter-dimensional Particle Physics". The yellow-bearded dwarf at the bar and a man dressed in the green garb of a ranger with a yew bow slung across his back are the only other people that you can see.
The bartender dissapears into the kitchen and is back moments later with a platter of fish in lemon sauce and a whole roast chicken.
"I can tell by your gear and the look in your eyes that you must be fresh back from an adventure. I used to do a bit of adventuring myself, in the days of my youth." A wistful look comes over his face. " That was many a year ago. "
"I see...what's underneath..." He contemplates this once again in earnest. "Hmm yes. Something to do with you fleshy types mating. " He gives a solemn, knowing nod.
Leaves-Falling-In-The-Sea flapped up to her own spot in the booth, clacking her beak busily. She was in her full sea-reaver garb, with feathers daubed in chaotic and vibrant black and red paint. A sure pants wetting terror to any sailor who had ever met them, and most anyone on the coast or even in-land, and a sure reminder of her heritage. Two shortswords in cutlass style crossed her back and she wore a bright crimson kerchief on her head. She had seemed preoccupied and silent up til now, inspecting her quiver (she was short a few arrows), until it came to the concept of food and adventure. Her voice suddenly cut in, a smooth female humanoid cadence she preferred in polite company. This particular voice had belonged to a Bard.
"...Someone will have to explain to me the concept of 'adventure' again. Is that where you do something dangerous, like this...?" The Kenku promptly opened her beak wide and mimicked the sounds of the last battle in perfect detail-complete with weapon strikes, arrow swishes, battle yells, what might be the sound of a Goblin being cut in half at the end complete with death scream and splat.
...and you're paid well for it? Because how is that different from life in general?" She pondered. Sea-Kenku lives by comparison could be considered never-ending 'adventure'. She couldn't quite wrap her avian mind around the concept of a man who used to be an adventurer and gave it up to run an inn. Perhaps it was her peoples short life span. They didn't have to suffer much of a mid-life crisis.
Atlas follows Shiv, Locke, and the others to wherever it is they want to eat. Finally they come across a tavern. Atlas, the hulking machine that he is, first reaches into the door frame, bracing the top portion. Then, he crams himself down and through the narrow passage. Narrow for him anyway. Finally, he rises back up to his full height and looks around. "Dive...Is this a Dive, Locke? Is it Dive enough for you?" He looks towards his companions. "Locke has called a place like this a Dive before. Though I know it as a tavern or bar. "
As the chicken is placed in front of him, he will waste no time with silverware, ripping large pieces of meat from his plate and shovling it in his mouth. "Adventurers are really just open minded mercenaries if you ask me!" tearing off another piece of chicken. "Some are open minded about payment... getting paid with honor, a good feeling, a pat on the back... and others get paid with gold...." Shiv will stop for a moment to take another bite of his chicken and lick his fingers. "Others are open minded about the types of jobs they do... instead of simply protecting people or attacking people.. they end up delivering messages, babysitting, exploring..." Shiv will pause a second to push his now empty plate away from himself. "I choose to be the adventruring type that explores and fights while getting paid in honor and gold my friend!
As the chicken is placed in front of him, he will waste no time with silverware, ripping large pieces of meat from his plate and shoveling it in his mouth. "Adventurers are really just open minded mercenaries if you ask me!" tearing off another piece of chicken. "Some are open minded about payment... getting paid with honor, a good feeling, a pat on the back... and others get paid with gold...." Shiv will stop for a moment to take another bite of his chicken and lick his fingers. "Others are open minded about the types of jobs they do... instead of simply protecting people or attacking people.. they end up delivering messages, babysitting, exploring..." Shiv will pause a second to push his now empty plate away from himself. "I choose to be the adventuring type that explores and fights while getting paid in honor and gold my friend!
"Seems very complicated to me. We bind ourselves to overly restrictive code. We could easily have beaten up those stumpy green people and took up their racket for ourselves instead of 'saving' the storekeeper from them. Instead of being paid once, we could have been paid over and over." She argued, quite logically.
Tak looks over the platter of fish and delicately picks up each fish from the tail and dangles it above his open beak, letting the sweet citrus aroma cause the closest thing to a smile for an Aarakocra to appear before releasing each fish. Each fish creates a visible lump in his throat that slides down and disappears into his chest.
"Delicious! I'm here for the exploration and scenery. If I get paid along the way that's great as well."
Locke looks up at Atlas with wide eyes and gives him the "cut it out" hand signal waving his fingers back and forth across his neck. Locke then turns to the Massive Loxodon and flashes him a big smile. "A round of drinks for my uncommon companions and might I add what a fine establishment you have here"
Shiv will look to Leaves-Falling-In-The-Sea, sliding back a little farther in the booth. "Sure, we could have made more money that way, until the law comes and kills ya!" Shiv will say with a smile, pointing a claw at the kenku. "If the law doesn't kill ya... mercenaries will... if mercinaries don't, soldiers will.... If soldiers cant kill ya... well then at that point you are running the whole region now aren't ya?" Shiv will smile and lick his fingers a bit more. "It sounds like a lot of work to me... If I can make a good living helping some people out while killing some people that need killing... well... sounds good to me!"
Atlas looks at Locke "What is wrong? Is your throat in danger? Are you asking me to kill this man?" He gestures to the Loxodon. He then goes to say something else, but Locke interrupts him, sending him on another tangent. "Back in the old world, the Juggernaut class of construct was very common. I do not think I am so unusual...." Again the big ball of metal, stone, and wood pauses in his thoughts before continuing "Though I haven't seen other similar models around"
Jevyn had made a note of the clerics, writing the event down on a blank page in his spellbook.
Entering the tavern, Jevyn sat down beside Shiv. "There's always someone stronger," Jevyn said, adding to Shiv's statement."Even if we recruited the goblins to work for us, then someone would have come to deal with them and we'd be out of a job. It's dishonorable to do such a thing anyways. You must earn your keep fairly and honorably, Seabeak." Switching his attention to the bartender, he placed a silver on the counter and indicated Shiv's meal. "I'd also like a chicken, cooked the same as his. Though a smaller portion would be nice."
Shiv will look to Leaves-Falling-In-The-Sea, sliding back a little farther in the booth. "Sure, we could have made more money that way, until the law comes and kills ya!" Shiv will say with a smile, pointing a claw at the kenku. "If the law doesn't kill ya... mercenaries will... if mercinaries don't, soldiers will.... If soldiers cant kill ya... well then at that point you are running the whole region now aren't ya?" Shiv will smile and lick his fingers a bit more. "It sounds like a lot of work to me... If I can make a good living helping some people out while killing some people that need killing... well... sounds good to me!"
"Who needs land? Just make enough gold to buy a ship. Or steal a ship and use the gold to buy off the law..." Leaves-Falling-In-The-Sea hadn't been shy in voicing her opinion they should pool their gold, buy a sailing ship, and all become pirates. Or maybe 'ocean explorers', she often added, thinking they could explore the cargo holds of merchant vessels.
After dusting off his companion, Shiv will continue to bounce down the street looking for an inn or maybe a job board of some kind.. Eager to get some meat in his belly and more coin in his pocket, his razor sharp tail flipping back and forth rapidly as he makes his way down the sidewalk.
Of inns there is no shortage, and Shiv almost bounces past one before he realizes it is there. The words "The Cowardlee Lyon" are scrawled across a wooden board which hangs over the thresholdthreshold, and some remaining scraps of yellow paint still cling to the wooden walls. This inn seems a little less crowded and a little more clean than some others you have seen, as good a place as any to snatch a quick meal.
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Shiv would screech to a stop as the claws on his feet and spiky protrusions on his tail scrap across the cobblestone. "Woah, this one looks good! I am ready to eat!" The dark green scaled Viashino will dive into the building and quickly make his way to an empty table, looking for a nice large booth if possible.
Tak follows his excited companion into the inn also eager for a real meal. His eyes and head still swivel back and forth making note of each person in the room.
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The bartender, a massive loxodon who is cleaning out a glass with his trunk while serving a dwarf, looks up at you and booms a greeting.
"Welcome, little frog! How can we serve you today?"
The occupants of the room are the typical tavern clientele. Two merchants compare their silks at one table, while a hulking orc sitting at the bar studies a book titled "Inter-dimensional Particle Physics". The yellow-bearded dwarf at the bar and a man dressed in the green garb of a ranger with a yew bow slung across his back are the only other people that you can see.
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"Hello good sir! I would like a chicken please! Cooked in whichever way you think is best" Shiv would exclaim as he plops in a booth.
"I'll take two fish. Cooked or uncooked doesn't matter." chirps Tak as he sits across from Shiv.
The bartender dissapears into the kitchen and is back moments later with a platter of fish in lemon sauce and a whole roast chicken.
"I can tell by your gear and the look in your eyes that you must be fresh back from an adventure. I used to do a bit of adventuring myself, in the days of my youth." A wistful look comes over his face. " That was many a year ago. "
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Leaves-Falling-In-The-Sea flapped up to her own spot in the booth, clacking her beak busily. She was in her full sea-reaver garb, with feathers daubed in chaotic and vibrant black and red paint. A sure pants wetting terror to any sailor who had ever met them, and most anyone on the coast or even in-land, and a sure reminder of her heritage. Two shortswords in cutlass style crossed her back and she wore a bright crimson kerchief on her head. She had seemed preoccupied and silent up til now, inspecting her quiver (she was short a few arrows), until it came to the concept of food and adventure. Her voice suddenly cut in, a smooth female humanoid cadence she preferred in polite company. This particular voice had belonged to a Bard.
"...Someone will have to explain to me the concept of 'adventure' again. Is that where you do something dangerous, like this...?" The Kenku promptly opened her beak wide and mimicked the sounds of the last battle in perfect detail-complete with weapon strikes, arrow swishes, battle yells, what might be the sound of a Goblin being cut in half at the end complete with death scream and splat.
...and you're paid well for it? Because how is that different from life in general?" She pondered. Sea-Kenku lives by comparison could be considered never-ending 'adventure'. She couldn't quite wrap her avian mind around the concept of a man who used to be an adventurer and gave it up to run an inn. Perhaps it was her peoples short life span. They didn't have to suffer much of a mid-life crisis.
Atlas follows Shiv, Locke, and the others to wherever it is they want to eat. Finally they come across a tavern. Atlas, the hulking machine that he is, first reaches into the door frame, bracing the top portion. Then, he crams himself down and through the narrow passage. Narrow for him anyway. Finally, he rises back up to his full height and looks around. "Dive...Is this a Dive, Locke? Is it Dive enough for you?" He looks towards his companions. "Locke has called a place like this a Dive before. Though I know it as a tavern or bar. "
As the chicken is placed in front of him, he will waste no time with silverware, ripping large pieces of meat from his plate and shovling it in his mouth. "Adventurers are really just open minded mercenaries if you ask me!" tearing off another piece of chicken. "Some are open minded about payment... getting paid with honor, a good feeling, a pat on the back... and others get paid with gold...." Shiv will stop for a moment to take another bite of his chicken and lick his fingers. "Others are open minded about the types of jobs they do... instead of simply protecting people or attacking people.. they end up delivering messages, babysitting, exploring..." Shiv will pause a second to push his now empty plate away from himself. "I choose to be the adventruring type that explores and fights while getting paid in honor and gold my friend!
"This seems more like a roadhouse to me. Or perhaps a cantina....
Oh and Bartender, a large glass of your finest fruit juice, chilled. And a bowl of hard shelled nuts." She had learned not to ask for grubs.
"Seems very complicated to me. We bind ourselves to overly restrictive code. We could easily have beaten up those stumpy green people and took up their racket for ourselves instead of 'saving' the storekeeper from them. Instead of being paid once, we could have been paid over and over." She argued, quite logically.
Tak looks over the platter of fish and delicately picks up each fish from the tail and dangles it above his open beak, letting the sweet citrus aroma cause the closest thing to a smile for an Aarakocra to appear before releasing each fish. Each fish creates a visible lump in his throat that slides down and disappears into his chest.
"Delicious! I'm here for the exploration and scenery. If I get paid along the way that's great as well."
Shiv will look to Leaves-Falling-In-The-Sea, sliding back a little farther in the booth. "Sure, we could have made more money that way, until the law comes and kills ya!" Shiv will say with a smile, pointing a claw at the kenku. "If the law doesn't kill ya... mercenaries will... if mercinaries don't, soldiers will.... If soldiers cant kill ya... well then at that point you are running the whole region now aren't ya?" Shiv will smile and lick his fingers a bit more. "It sounds like a lot of work to me... If I can make a good living helping some people out while killing some people that need killing... well... sounds good to me!"
Atlas looks at Locke "What is wrong? Is your throat in danger? Are you asking me to kill this man?" He gestures to the Loxodon. He then goes to say something else, but Locke interrupts him, sending him on another tangent. "Back in the old world, the Juggernaut class of construct was very common. I do not think I am so unusual...." Again the big ball of metal, stone, and wood pauses in his thoughts before continuing "Though I haven't seen other similar models around"
Jevyn had made a note of the clerics, writing the event down on a blank page in his spellbook.
Entering the tavern, Jevyn sat down beside Shiv. "There's always someone stronger," Jevyn said, adding to Shiv's statement. "Even if we recruited the goblins to work for us, then someone would have come to deal with them and we'd be out of a job. It's dishonorable to do such a thing anyways. You must earn your keep fairly and honorably, Seabeak." Switching his attention to the bartender, he placed a silver on the counter and indicated Shiv's meal. "I'd also like a chicken, cooked the same as his. Though a smaller portion would be nice."
"Who needs land? Just make enough gold to buy a ship. Or steal a ship and use the gold to buy off the law..." Leaves-Falling-In-The-Sea hadn't been shy in voicing her opinion they should pool their gold, buy a sailing ship, and all become pirates. Or maybe 'ocean explorers', she often added, thinking they could explore the cargo holds of merchant vessels.