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You see Standing near the shorter human woman, an Elf woman, however this is not what strikes you about her, from the top of her head to the souls of her feet, she is clad in clothing that says Pirate, if Jack Sparrow was born a female Elf, he'd be half the Pirate this woman is. Her hair is Red, and looks artificially so, her clothing is a mix of loose cotton and silks tied together with a sash made up of scarfs and other scraps fabric. Her boots are old worn soft leather boots that could cover to the thighs if they were ever pulled all the way up, instead they flop over lazily. In her waist sash she has 4 weapons, 2 daggers and two short swords, all of the weapons look like they were once high quality maybe a hundred years ago, if they had magics they have long since lost their enchantments. Over all, every thing she wears looks the same, once grand now old. As for her age, she looks on youngish, but with a weathered tone which says she is much older than her looks. For an elf they know she is between 100 and 140 years.
As she stands clearly covering the human, she is also drinking a mug, it could be ale or rum, and Mary clearly doesn't care, it came from the last table before it was smashed. She is also clearly having fun.
Note she didn't hide the fact she took the mug, whoever was drinking it isn't anymore, and that is all she cares about.
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Taking in the scene before her in shock Moira grabs the notice from her pouch holding it out in front of her. "Excuse me? Can anyone tell me where to find Sdrueg Redpike?"
The old dwarf in the corner lets out a rough sigh as he looks over the newcomers standing more relaxed now, "Aye, these aren't locals, that's fer sure. Doubt we'll get reinforcements anytime soon, so best we lay the game ta rest."
A loud boisterous laugh erupts from the large human male in the room, "Ah well, good fun. Now, come in, come in, sorry for the mess. I promise we're usually pretty decent folk." He grins a warm and welcoming smile at the rest of the group, waving for them to enter as he pulls up near by chairs off the floor and setting them upright.
Nemeia's eyes dart between the different figures in the bar. The state of the room made her feel very uneasy as she stepped over several broken pieces of what she assumes was once a chair. She keeps behind her companion as she seems a bit nervous that whatever was happening before they walked in could not quite be settled yet.
Nemeia settles a bit when the dwarf greets them. While Moira handles the details of the notice, Nemeia begins assisting with the righting of chairs. Pulling the rings from her satchel, she slides them on her fingers and give each a test wiggle. Soon, a spectral hand forms mimicking Nemeia's own. She uses that hand to begin picking up the fallen chairs that she can see.
Mary smiles at the new people, and grabs a fallen chair near her, while drinking the flagon of mystery alcohol.
"Hello, new people, I'm Mary, that's Sora." Mary indicates to the human woman, who did the majority of the fighting and winning. "Sdrueg Redpike not sure, Sora heard of him?"
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"I'm guessing they're talking about Dru over there." Sora answered as she pointed a thumb towards the dwarf. She looked back at the rest of the crowd as she greeted them, "Anyway, nice to meet you, guessing you're from out of town as well. You don't look like the typical townsfolk this side of the river."
Witt sticks close to Moira the guard, feeling that this place wasn't quite so rowdy last year. As the human and elf women greet the group, he responds: I think we're all from out of town, pretty much. We just met up at the inn. Me and my friend here, he indicates Moira, just arrived with a caravan, headed to Tarrin Castle. And yourselves?
9 picks up a stool amd a drink, adjusting and sitting upon it. She looks around the mess caused by the fight once more, amd sighs with a smile, chugging the drink. She observes others and Nemeia in equal manner, and places one hand on the whip for now. These people don’t seem untrustworthy, though you can never be sure, she thinks as her gaze glides across Sora and Mary. “I’m 9, pleasure”, she briefly introduces herself to new faces.
Nemeia speaks up from her silence. "We're from the Crystal Kingdom," Nemeia says as she gestures to her companion. To be truthful, Nemeia wasn't really sure where her companion called home but surely it was somewhere in that region. "My name is Nemeia. Nice to meet you."She turns her direction toward the dwarf said to be Dru and says, "we heard you might have an issue with the mines. Do you have any guesses on why the mine stopped producing ore?"
The dwarf grumbles loudly as the mine is mentioned, "Ugch! Aye, the mine, I know full well why we haven't been working the place. Bloody ****in' goblins, that's what. Those nasty green rodents 'ave overrun the place. An' I'm no' gonna send my men ta their deaths down there till the goblin shits are properly cleared out!"
Nemeia frowns at the mundane issue and looks to 9. "Are you up for dealing with more goblins?" She looks to where 9 was shot last time. As Nemeia's excitement slowly wanes, she moves her focus to the Mary and Sora. "You two look like you can handle yourselves. Any interest in helping us emptying those mines out so our dwarf friend here can get back to work?"
Nemeia has already setup a very basic workstation with several of her tools placed on the table. She's slowly working little metal pieces into various animal figures. Just as one looks to be complete, she breaks it down and starts again on a different design. The process repeats as the topic of the mine is discussed.
"Goblins are our specialty. Right Witt?" Moira looks over at the halfling and gives him a wink. "I'd say you have at least four of us who are willing to take care of this for you. Six if you two want to join us?" Moira cocks an eyebrow at the two who apparently beat up a tavern.
Sora looks over the rest as they introduce themselves, greeting each one with a smile, "Me and Mary just came up here from Glyphwood. Though we've been travelling together since Darkcove I guess." Looking around at the messy state of the inn, she begins to help pulling up the heavier, sturdier tables back upright with no effort, "Sorry about the mess, kinda my fault. We were hanging out and I asked if there was anything fun to do here besides booze and whores, then someone suggested a bar fight, and here we are." She slides an unconscious body off a nearby chair, letting it rest on the floor as she brings the chair up to the table and sitting on it backwards.
When the topic of the mines comes up, Sora perks up and calls out to the dwarf jokingly, "Hey Dru! You've had a mine full of goblins this whole time and didn't even tell me? I thought we were friends." She looks over at the others adding, "Hell yeah I'd love to join you for some goblin smashing action. What do you think Mary? Sounds like it could be fun!" She then cracks her knuckles excitedly.
9 nods to Nemeia and turns to the dwarf, “Any more information you can provide about the mine, and hey, can’t speak for others but I’m not working for free.”, she finishes her drink and approaches the bartender, “Got any tobacco here?”. It’s been a while since she last puffed a pipe, and now she intended to remember what it was like, and what many future experiences will be like. Never know when you are going to be captured next.
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Wow,says Witt. I thought bar fights just... sort of... happened on their own. I didn't realise you could request one. Is there a menu of options? Realising that no-one is paying attention to him, he focuses on the dwarf. The goblins here do seem to be somewhat... agitated. Any idea what's stirring them up? He tries to think of what he knows of goblins and their behaviour, in particular whether it's common for them to live in peace with other folk: Nature? 6
Nemeia laughs at Witt's joke. She was starting to like the halfling. Nemeia smiles at Sora's excitement over clearing out the mines. It was nice having people around that could handle the more brutal aspects of her research projects. It definitely made her feel safer on her travels. Nemeia looks over the ruffled tavern she found herself in. She focus on trying to understand the decor and just couldn't get past the thrown together wood that looked like it was holding the wall up. She twists the gear on her satchel and reaches in to grab a small mechanical crab. She extends her hand and allows the crab to crawl onto the broken leg of a chair. It quickly gets to work and the chair leg slowly mends.
Finally noticing Nemeia using her magic to clean up Moira digs into her pack and takes out her wand. She pauses and pulls out a book as well. Quickly flipping through some pages she finds the one she is looking for. After reading for a few moments she nods to herself and tucks her book and wand back in her pack. straightening she takes a deep breath holds out her hand "Sugam sunam"This time the smokey hand seems to separate from her own hand. With a large smile she begins in the work to pick up the bar. the hand getting smaller things while she aids in getting some of the larger pieces.
The dwarf looks back over at the human with flippant chuckle as he responds to her, "I don' know ye from a bucket o' piss. You may be a fun riot, but I'm not about ta trouble you with me own problems just cause ya like a good scrap." He looks over towards the rest, taking note of Moira and the paper in her hand, "Tha' said, if ye all wanna head out there and clear out the mines fer us, we'd certainly appreciate it. Go wild out there fer all tha' I care, doubt ye could make a bigger mess of tha' place then the blasted rodents already 'ave."
As this went on, the large human man, seemingly content to remain out of the conversation, continued dutifully replacing as much of the functional furniture as he could find off the floor and back up to their proper places. Now the place looked more like an actual working tavern and less like the aftermath of a hurricane. "Well looks like you have things well in hand," he smiles brightly at the two ladies using their magic to help with the cleanup, "Mighty grateful for your assistance! As much as I'd love to stay and get to know you all better, I have to get back out on the lake. The wife will kill me if she finds out I spent the day drinking and getting into barfights instead of working like I'm supposed to." He gave off a hearty, happy laugh as he began walking out of the room and towards the docks, waving back at everyone as he made his way out.
"Bah, yer wife's a honeyed cupcake, Darren, doubt there's anythin' ye can do ta actually piss 'er off." Dru called out to the larger human.
"Well what about me?" The halfling in the back, seeing everything had finally calmed down enough, apparently felt it was about the right time to air his grievances, "Who's going to pay for all of the damages to my establishment? I put a lot of effort into running a reputable business here and -OUCH!" The apparent owner of the tavern was cut off abruptly as a small coin pouch collided with his head.
"There, that'll do ya." Dru said after throwing the coin purse in question towards the redheaded halfling, "We both know everything in here 'cept tha' ale is worth precisely shite, so let us have a wee bit o' fun every now and then." He looks back over at the others thoughtfully, "As fer you, can't say we got much in tha way of payment set aside for ye, but if mister fancy-pants noble tha's been expecting copper wants ta pay ya, ye'd have ta' bring it up with him. 'Course, yer always welcome to keep any loot ye come across while out goblin smashin'."
Meanwhile the halfling bar owner rubbed his temple as he picked up the coins toss at him, he looked up at the grey elf now next to him with a bit of suspicion before responding to her, "Sorry we only have ale at this establishment. You might have better luck with the General Store back on the south side of town."
Witt- You're not very familiar with goblins beyond what's common knowledge, as far as you know while there may occasionally be individual goblins that split off on their own and work well with others, goblins as a hole tend to live in extremely territorial packs and only with with other species if forced to by stronger and bigger creatures, such as ogres.
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You see Standing near the shorter human woman, an Elf woman, however this is not what strikes you about her, from the top of her head to the souls of her feet, she is clad in clothing that says Pirate, if Jack Sparrow was born a female Elf, he'd be half the Pirate this woman is. Her hair is Red, and looks artificially so, her clothing is a mix of loose cotton and silks tied together with a sash made up of scarfs and other scraps fabric. Her boots are old worn soft leather boots that could cover to the thighs if they were ever pulled all the way up, instead they flop over lazily. In her waist sash she has 4 weapons, 2 daggers and two short swords, all of the weapons look like they were once high quality maybe a hundred years ago, if they had magics they have long since lost their enchantments. Over all, every thing she wears looks the same, once grand now old. As for her age, she looks on youngish, but with a weathered tone which says she is much older than her looks. For an elf they know she is between 100 and 140 years.
As she stands clearly covering the human, she is also drinking a mug, it could be ale or rum, and Mary clearly doesn't care, it came from the last table before it was smashed. She is also clearly having fun.
Note she didn't hide the fact she took the mug, whoever was drinking it isn't anymore, and that is all she cares about.
((Intimation roll for people to let her slide on the mug. 25 ))
Moira
Taking in the scene before her in shock Moira grabs the notice from her pouch holding it out in front of her. "Excuse me? Can anyone tell me where to find Sdrueg Redpike?"
The old dwarf in the corner lets out a rough sigh as he looks over the newcomers standing more relaxed now, "Aye, these aren't locals, that's fer sure. Doubt we'll get reinforcements anytime soon, so best we lay the game ta rest."
A loud boisterous laugh erupts from the large human male in the room, "Ah well, good fun. Now, come in, come in, sorry for the mess. I promise we're usually pretty decent folk." He grins a warm and welcoming smile at the rest of the group, waving for them to enter as he pulls up near by chairs off the floor and setting them upright.
The same old dwarf with grey bushy hair holds a hand up as soon as Moira calls out that name, "Aye, tha's me. What can I do for ya?"
Nemeia's eyes dart between the different figures in the bar. The state of the room made her feel very uneasy as she stepped over several broken pieces of what she assumes was once a chair. She keeps behind her companion as she seems a bit nervous that whatever was happening before they walked in could not quite be settled yet.
Nemeia settles a bit when the dwarf greets them. While Moira handles the details of the notice, Nemeia begins assisting with the righting of chairs. Pulling the rings from her satchel, she slides them on her fingers and give each a test wiggle. Soon, a spectral hand forms mimicking Nemeia's own. She uses that hand to begin picking up the fallen chairs that she can see.
Mary smiles at the new people, and grabs a fallen chair near her, while drinking the flagon of mystery alcohol.
"Hello, new people, I'm Mary, that's Sora." Mary indicates to the human woman, who did the majority of the fighting and winning. "Sdrueg Redpike not sure, Sora heard of him?"
"I'm guessing they're talking about Dru over there." Sora answered as she pointed a thumb towards the dwarf. She looked back at the rest of the crowd as she greeted them, "Anyway, nice to meet you, guessing you're from out of town as well. You don't look like the typical townsfolk this side of the river."
Witt sticks close to Moira the guard, feeling that this place wasn't quite so rowdy last year. As the human and elf women greet the group, he responds: I think we're all from out of town, pretty much. We just met up at the inn. Me and my friend here, he indicates Moira, just arrived with a caravan, headed to Tarrin Castle. And yourselves?
9 picks up a stool amd a drink, adjusting and sitting upon it. She looks around the mess caused by the fight once more, amd sighs with a smile, chugging the drink. She observes others and Nemeia in equal manner, and places one hand on the whip for now. These people don’t seem untrustworthy, though you can never be sure, she thinks as her gaze glides across Sora and Mary. “I’m 9, pleasure”, she briefly introduces herself to new faces.
Nemeia speaks up from her silence. "We're from the Crystal Kingdom," Nemeia says as she gestures to her companion. To be truthful, Nemeia wasn't really sure where her companion called home but surely it was somewhere in that region. "My name is Nemeia. Nice to meet you." She turns her direction toward the dwarf said to be Dru and says, "we heard you might have an issue with the mines. Do you have any guesses on why the mine stopped producing ore?"
The dwarf grumbles loudly as the mine is mentioned, "Ugch! Aye, the mine, I know full well why we haven't been working the place. Bloody ****in' goblins, that's what. Those nasty green rodents 'ave overrun the place. An' I'm no' gonna send my men ta their deaths down there till the goblin shits are properly cleared out!"
Nemeia frowns at the mundane issue and looks to 9. "Are you up for dealing with more goblins?" She looks to where 9 was shot last time. As Nemeia's excitement slowly wanes, she moves her focus to the Mary and Sora. "You two look like you can handle yourselves. Any interest in helping us emptying those mines out so our dwarf friend here can get back to work?"
Nemeia has already setup a very basic workstation with several of her tools placed on the table. She's slowly working little metal pieces into various animal figures. Just as one looks to be complete, she breaks it down and starts again on a different design. The process repeats as the topic of the mine is discussed.
Moira
"Goblins are our specialty. Right Witt?" Moira looks over at the halfling and gives him a wink. "I'd say you have at least four of us who are willing to take care of this for you. Six if you two want to join us?" Moira cocks an eyebrow at the two who apparently beat up a tavern.
Sora looks over the rest as they introduce themselves, greeting each one with a smile, "Me and Mary just came up here from Glyphwood. Though we've been travelling together since Darkcove I guess." Looking around at the messy state of the inn, she begins to help pulling up the heavier, sturdier tables back upright with no effort, "Sorry about the mess, kinda my fault. We were hanging out and I asked if there was anything fun to do here besides booze and whores, then someone suggested a bar fight, and here we are." She slides an unconscious body off a nearby chair, letting it rest on the floor as she brings the chair up to the table and sitting on it backwards.
When the topic of the mines comes up, Sora perks up and calls out to the dwarf jokingly, "Hey Dru! You've had a mine full of goblins this whole time and didn't even tell me? I thought we were friends." She looks over at the others adding, "Hell yeah I'd love to join you for some goblin smashing action. What do you think Mary? Sounds like it could be fun!" She then cracks her knuckles excitedly.
9 nods to Nemeia and turns to the dwarf, “Any more information you can provide about the mine, and hey, can’t speak for others but I’m not working for free.”, she finishes her drink and approaches the bartender, “Got any tobacco here?”. It’s been a while since she last puffed a pipe, and now she intended to remember what it was like, and what many future experiences will be like. Never know when you are going to be captured next.
Wow, says Witt. I thought bar fights just... sort of... happened on their own. I didn't realise you could request one. Is there a menu of options? Realising that no-one is paying attention to him, he focuses on the dwarf. The goblins here do seem to be somewhat... agitated. Any idea what's stirring them up? He tries to think of what he knows of goblins and their behaviour, in particular whether it's common for them to live in peace with other folk: Nature? 6
Nemeia laughs at Witt's joke. She was starting to like the halfling. Nemeia smiles at Sora's excitement over clearing out the mines. It was nice having people around that could handle the more brutal aspects of her research projects. It definitely made her feel safer on her travels. Nemeia looks over the ruffled tavern she found herself in. She focus on trying to understand the decor and just couldn't get past the thrown together wood that looked like it was holding the wall up. She twists the gear on her satchel and reaches in to grab a small mechanical crab. She extends her hand and allows the crab to crawl onto the broken leg of a chair. It quickly gets to work and the chair leg slowly mends.
Moira
Finally noticing Nemeia using her magic to clean up Moira digs into her pack and takes out her wand. She pauses and pulls out a book as well. Quickly flipping through some pages she finds the one she is looking for. After reading for a few moments she nods to herself and tucks her book and wand back in her pack. straightening she takes a deep breath holds out her hand "Sugam sunam" This time the smokey hand seems to separate from her own hand. With a large smile she begins in the work to pick up the bar. the hand getting smaller things while she aids in getting some of the larger pieces.
The dwarf looks back over at the human with flippant chuckle as he responds to her, "I don' know ye from a bucket o' piss. You may be a fun riot, but I'm not about ta trouble you with me own problems just cause ya like a good scrap." He looks over towards the rest, taking note of Moira and the paper in her hand, "Tha' said, if ye all wanna head out there and clear out the mines fer us, we'd certainly appreciate it. Go wild out there fer all tha' I care, doubt ye could make a bigger mess of tha' place then the blasted rodents already 'ave."
As this went on, the large human man, seemingly content to remain out of the conversation, continued dutifully replacing as much of the functional furniture as he could find off the floor and back up to their proper places. Now the place looked more like an actual working tavern and less like the aftermath of a hurricane. "Well looks like you have things well in hand," he smiles brightly at the two ladies using their magic to help with the cleanup, "Mighty grateful for your assistance! As much as I'd love to stay and get to know you all better, I have to get back out on the lake. The wife will kill me if she finds out I spent the day drinking and getting into barfights instead of working like I'm supposed to." He gave off a hearty, happy laugh as he began walking out of the room and towards the docks, waving back at everyone as he made his way out.
"Bah, yer wife's a honeyed cupcake, Darren, doubt there's anythin' ye can do ta actually piss 'er off." Dru called out to the larger human.
"Well what about me?" The halfling in the back, seeing everything had finally calmed down enough, apparently felt it was about the right time to air his grievances, "Who's going to pay for all of the damages to my establishment? I put a lot of effort into running a reputable business here and -OUCH!" The apparent owner of the tavern was cut off abruptly as a small coin pouch collided with his head.
"There, that'll do ya." Dru said after throwing the coin purse in question towards the redheaded halfling, "We both know everything in here 'cept tha' ale is worth precisely shite, so let us have a wee bit o' fun every now and then." He looks back over at the others thoughtfully, "As fer you, can't say we got much in tha way of payment set aside for ye, but if mister fancy-pants noble tha's been expecting copper wants ta pay ya, ye'd have ta' bring it up with him. 'Course, yer always welcome to keep any loot ye come across while out goblin smashin'."
Meanwhile the halfling bar owner rubbed his temple as he picked up the coins toss at him, he looked up at the grey elf now next to him with a bit of suspicion before responding to her, "Sorry we only have ale at this establishment. You might have better luck with the General Store back on the south side of town."
Witt - You're not very familiar with goblins beyond what's common knowledge, as far as you know while there may occasionally be individual goblins that split off on their own and work well with others, goblins as a hole tend to live in extremely territorial packs and only with with other species if forced to by stronger and bigger creatures, such as ogres.