Delmon asks Kardinya "The witch did that to him right? Do you know why he needs the water?" Then proceeds to ask if she wants my room and I will give it to her if she wants it.
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Yes, it was the witch, Kardinya replies to Delmon. I didn't hear what she said to him, but I'm told it was something about never dying or always dying or something like that. I think he needs the water to stop his body from decaying. All he does is lay in the tub reading, or casting some kind of magic spell, or something like that.
In response to Delmon's offer, Kardinya blushes but points out that if no-one can leave then she might never be allowed to finish her shift.
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"If its all the same to you, I think I will stick with you for a bit, strength in numbers and all that."
The barbarian shudders. "That first line of the riddle has me worried." "Her riddle starts with "One Dies."
"I dont know about you friend, but I dont want to be the one in this story."
"Strength in numbers indeed," Hatch agreed with the barbarian, choosing to ignore for now the whole 'One Dies' part of the riddle. There was enough to worry about without adding that complication on top of everything else.
The two arrived at the group and the paladin tilted his still throbbing head in greeting. "Me and my new barbarian friend here would like to offer our skills should they be needed in obtaining egress from this place," he offered, once more cursing his verbose habit of speaking.
A dusty and weatherworn human appears inside the entrance. As his head and eyes scan the interior, he begins patting his sides and torso as if searching for something. Little puffs of dust form descending clouds falling slowly towards the ground. He takes a step to the side, instinctively, so as to not block the entrance because it might take him a while to find what he’s looking for. As the pat down search progresses to deeper digs into hidden pockets, he notices that the patrons are gathered into groups with only some of the closest ones even noticing the new arrival.
“Ah”, the almost imperceptible expression of success on his face is immediately replaced with an equally imperceptible expression of regret. From out of the pocket he produces a disgusting representation of a carrot. This thing looked like it would be more edible if petrified.
Those who were within earshot might have heard, “sorry, flax”, which was really not much more than a mutter. And with a grace and speed that seemed incongruous with this wanderer, he spun on his heal and took the two and a half steps back to the threshold until his progress was unceremoniously stopped. The lingering remnants of the swirling dust from the spin was overshadowed by the micro explosion from the impact with the wall of darkness.
He staggers back a step, and as he surveys the contents of the doorway, he massages his nose and chin, subconsciously hoping that if his nose is broken again, maybe it will set better this time. For a full three seconds he faces the door and begins studying the seams of threshold and blackness. His concentration is interrupted by the feeling that more than a few eyes have shifted their focus upon him. So, slowly and casually he turns towards the bar, heaves a sigh, and with a slight eye roll, his face takes on the expression of, “here we go again”.
He raises the “carrot” and places the end of it between his molars, pulling his cheek unnaturally towards his ear. And with a mighty bite combined with the sharp tug downward, a CRACK, that sounded like bone breaking, filled the room. Now even more eyes were drawn towards the source of such an unhealthy sound. The chewing was almost worse because it was reminiscent of bones grinding, albeit not as loud because the stranger at least chewed with his mouth closed. No one could decipher if he was in pain or not and most would have expected to see blood trickle out as he chewed.
He crossed the floor towards the bar, eyes darting back and forth, noting people who were noticing him, and those who were “probably” pretending not to. With a forceful gulp, he grabs the edge of the bar and stows the carrot in an unseen pocket and begins digging around searching for what he originally had been looking for. His coin pouch.
Lia smiles in a welcoming manner towards Hatch and Lok, and was about to begin introducing herself, until the ear-splitting crack from the dusty human interrupted her and caught her attention.
Ah, welcome, sir, says the barkeep to the newcomer, with a voice that seems to be determined to assure that everything is fine and normal. Willagee is the name, and this here is the Hotel Corona, though I confess you've come at a difficult time, sir. We are currently suffering under an inconvenient piece of magic that doesn't allow anyone to leave, sir, but I trust we'll have it sorted out soon. Perhaps I could fix you something a little fresher than that ... brittle vegetable of yours, sir. As for your pony, I couldn't tell you for certain, sir, as I haven't been able to go out myself. Did you tie it out front or did you stable him, sir?
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The dust disperses from the latest human's entrance, and is replaced by another human ... though much less flamboyant and stoic in his arrival, he waves clear the swirling particles and takes a step through the door, offering a solitary grunt as he does so.
The man is Bork Oddsson, and he's certainly on the larger side, and carrying a greataxe, he eases it into the thick leather strap around his shoulder and back as he strokes his knotted beard straight. The obvious change in everyone's demeanour ... from normal lively tavern to hushed groups ... causes his eyes to narrow a little as he stands in the entrance, and while he's clearly no stranger to a tavern - this one seems rightly 'off'. Without a word he shakes his head 'no' to himself, clearly not in the mood for adventure right now, and turns to leave ... only to find that he can't.
"What is the meaning of this?" he says. He turns back to the common room, eyeballing anyone who might offer an explanation.
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Delmon offers to take Kardinya's shift for the rest of the day and then rushes to his room and cleans up the barakade in there then offers Kardinya his room saying "You may have my room and rest and I will take the rest of your shift. What am I supposed to do?" Delmon takes a mental note that she blushed and sees it as a win.
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She's out front with most of my belongings. Not good. I was just running in to see if I could secure a room before transferring my articles and then checking Flax into the stables.
For a moment you notice his eyes go distant as you presume that some sort of calculations are going on in that unkempt head.
Willagree, is it? And without waiting for correction, Please register a one Throm Boyd, for a room if you'd please.
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The only response to Bork's challenge (other than silent stares) is a hearty chuckle from a halfling sitting near the door. Still clutching the wine glass from the meeting earlier, Bentley has taken up position by the door again, watching the newcomers arrive. You best be making yourself comfortable, friend. There's only one way in, and no ways out I'm afraid, until the riddle be solved. But on the bright side, your first drink is free! Bentley gestures toward the bar, then turns to the crowd and starts offering betting odds on all manner of circumstances, such as whether the next person through the door will be human or not, or whether they will walk face-first into the black barrier. Several people seem interested in the distraction.
At the bar, Willagee opens a tattered ledger and finds the next empty line. You're in luck, sir, as we've just had a room become available. You can check out any time you like, sir, but I don't recommend it as, of course, for the time being, at the present moment, you can't actually leave. He scribbles the words Throm Boid in the book, then turns back and says: Special offer under the circumstances, first drink on the house. I've got some brews here that'll really clog up your veins!
Kardinya at first looks dubiously at Delmon as he offers to finish her shift and relinquish his room, but then shrugs and accepts, saying that it beats sleeping on flour sacks on the kitchen floor. She tells him he should be fine if he just focuses on doing the rounds of the tables, collecting orders and empty glasses, delivering food and drink, and mopping up any spills. She turns to go, then quickly turns back and adds: Oh and Mr Dory is due to have his meal taken to his room. Here, take this key and see Willagee. And be polite. And she again turns to go.
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Lia snaps out of her observations of the newcomers and turns to Hatch and Lok. "Hello there! My name is Lia Dewtail, amateur librarian and far more amateur adventurer. If you'd please excuse me, feel free to acquaint yourselves with the others here. The more perspectives we have on solving this problem, the better chance we have." she says, before turning to Delmon and Kardinya.
"Might I assist you in taking Mr Dory's meal in? I have some questions for him."
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Bork looks displeased at the discovery that he's trapped in the Tavern, but after a second his displeasure changes to understanding - noting that being trapped is likely the cause of everyone's strange behaviour. He stares at Bentley and to the bar.
"I'm not normally one for riddles. I find an axe to the head generally solves most problems. Perhaps this is one problem that can be solved similarly?"
He doesn't wait for a reply, instead heading over to the bar, easing his large frame onto a stool.
"Ale. Make it a big one," he mutters.
For the time being, he otherwise remains on the side, alert to current events.
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I gladly except and lead her to my room then go to see Willagee. I then start doing rounds. To Lia, Delmon says "I don't think you should. I'll ask a question a meal then I'll tell you what he says." When the time comes I go to Mr. Dory's room and I quietly deliver his food then quickly ask him if he knows that we're trapped.
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Willagee turns to fetch the key, but with a sheepish grin turns back and says to Throm: Ah, begging your gracious pardon, sir, but in all the excitement I must have forgot that I've just let the last room out, and we've no vacancies. Looking around the crowded tavern he adds half to himself: A growing problem that I'm afraid I'll have to remedy. Then to Throm he offers: But I tell you what, sir, I'll be glad to organise you a wash basin to freshen up. Willagee then calls Delmon over to prepare a wash basin and water for Throm in the kitchen before taking a meal to Mr Dory. Then, as Bork slides into the bar beside Throm, Willagee adds, It's only been a few hours, sir. I'm sure it will all be resolved soon though.
Kardinya informs Delmon that she has the keys to all the rooms for servicing purposes, and is happy to let herself in. As he leaves to commence his voluntary employment, Kardinya whispers to Lia: I don't want to be trapped here. If you think you can resolve this curse, I'd like to help. Here, take this. It's the key to Mr Dory's room. If anyone asks, I'll say I dropped it. And she hands Lia a key with a small number 1 etched on it, before letting herself into Delmon's room and locking the door behind her.
Mr Dory is in room #1, Althoris has room #2, Carnation has #3, Lok has #4, and Delmon has #5.
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After the brief exchange of greetings with Lia, Lok looks over to Hatch.
"What do you think?" he gestures towards the bar, "I suppose we could meet and greet with the other's in the tavern, but this Mr Dory person they were chatting about seems like a good lead to pick up on." Lok states, waiting for a response from Hatch.
Once Delmon has left, Lia unfurls her hand from where Kardinya pressed the key into it. "Well then. I'm not in quite the rush I thought." She shows the key to the others. "Perhaps it might not be wise to question him alone?" she says, looking at the others, hoping someone might offer to go with her. She makes eye contact with Carnation for a second before blushing and looking away.
After the brief exchange of greetings with Lia, Lok looks over to Hatch.
"What do you think?" he gestures towards the bar, "I suppose we could meet and greet with the other's in the tavern, but this Mr Dory person they were chatting about seems like a good lead to pick up on." Lok states, waiting for a response from Hatch.
"I'm sure it's worth looking into. Never know what a line of questioning might reveal," Hatch replied. Certainly it was better than sitting here holding his head.
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Lok shrugs "Fair enough."
"If its all the same to you, I think I will stick with you for a bit, strength in numbers and all that."
The barbarian shudders. "That first line of the riddle has me worried." "Her riddle starts with "One Dies."
"I dont know about you friend, but I dont want to be the one in this story."
Delmon asks Kardinya "The witch did that to him right? Do you know why he needs the water?" Then proceeds to ask if she wants my room and I will give it to her if she wants it.
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Yes, it was the witch, Kardinya replies to Delmon. I didn't hear what she said to him, but I'm told it was something about never dying or always dying or something like that. I think he needs the water to stop his body from decaying. All he does is lay in the tub reading, or casting some kind of magic spell, or something like that.
In response to Delmon's offer, Kardinya blushes but points out that if no-one can leave then she might never be allowed to finish her shift.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
"Strength in numbers indeed," Hatch agreed with the barbarian, choosing to ignore for now the whole 'One Dies' part of the riddle. There was enough to worry about without adding that complication on top of everything else.
The two arrived at the group and the paladin tilted his still throbbing head in greeting. "Me and my new barbarian friend here would like to offer our skills should they be needed in obtaining egress from this place," he offered, once more cursing his verbose habit of speaking.
A dusty and weatherworn human appears inside the entrance. As his head and eyes scan the interior, he begins patting his sides and torso as if searching for something. Little puffs of dust form descending clouds falling slowly towards the ground. He takes a step to the side, instinctively, so as to not block the entrance because it might take him a while to find what he’s looking for. As the pat down search progresses to deeper digs into hidden pockets, he notices that the patrons are gathered into groups with only some of the closest ones even noticing the new arrival.
“Ah”, the almost imperceptible expression of success on his face is immediately replaced with an equally imperceptible expression of regret. From out of the pocket he produces a disgusting representation of a carrot. This thing looked like it would be more edible if petrified.
Those who were within earshot might have heard, “sorry, flax”, which was really not much more than a mutter. And with a grace and speed that seemed incongruous with this wanderer, he spun on his heal and took the two and a half steps back to the threshold until his progress was unceremoniously stopped. The lingering remnants of the swirling dust from the spin was overshadowed by the micro explosion from the impact with the wall of darkness.
He staggers back a step, and as he surveys the contents of the doorway, he massages his nose and chin, subconsciously hoping that if his nose is broken again, maybe it will set better this time. For a full three seconds he faces the door and begins studying the seams of threshold and blackness. His concentration is interrupted by the feeling that more than a few eyes have shifted their focus upon him. So, slowly and casually he turns towards the bar, heaves a sigh, and with a slight eye roll, his face takes on the expression of, “here we go again”.
He raises the “carrot” and places the end of it between his molars, pulling his cheek unnaturally towards his ear. And with a mighty bite combined with the sharp tug downward, a CRACK, that sounded like bone breaking, filled the room. Now even more eyes were drawn towards the source of such an unhealthy sound. The chewing was almost worse because it was reminiscent of bones grinding, albeit not as loud because the stranger at least chewed with his mouth closed. No one could decipher if he was in pain or not and most would have expected to see blood trickle out as he chewed.
He crossed the floor towards the bar, eyes darting back and forth, noting people who were noticing him, and those who were “probably” pretending not to. With a forceful gulp, he grabs the edge of the bar and stows the carrot in an unseen pocket and begins digging around searching for what he originally had been looking for. His coin pouch.
”Say, barkeep. Is my pony gonna be ok outside?”
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Lia smiles in a welcoming manner towards Hatch and Lok, and was about to begin introducing herself, until the ear-splitting crack from the dusty human interrupted her and caught her attention.
Ah, welcome, sir, says the barkeep to the newcomer, with a voice that seems to be determined to assure that everything is fine and normal. Willagee is the name, and this here is the Hotel Corona, though I confess you've come at a difficult time, sir. We are currently suffering under an inconvenient piece of magic that doesn't allow anyone to leave, sir, but I trust we'll have it sorted out soon. Perhaps I could fix you something a little fresher than that ... brittle vegetable of yours, sir. As for your pony, I couldn't tell you for certain, sir, as I haven't been able to go out myself. Did you tie it out front or did you stable him, sir?
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
The dust disperses from the latest human's entrance, and is replaced by another human ... though much less flamboyant and stoic in his arrival, he waves clear the swirling particles and takes a step through the door, offering a solitary grunt as he does so.
The man is Bork Oddsson, and he's certainly on the larger side, and carrying a greataxe, he eases it into the thick leather strap around his shoulder and back as he strokes his knotted beard straight. The obvious change in everyone's demeanour ... from normal lively tavern to hushed groups ... causes his eyes to narrow a little as he stands in the entrance, and while he's clearly no stranger to a tavern - this one seems rightly 'off'. Without a word he shakes his head 'no' to himself, clearly not in the mood for adventure right now, and turns to leave ... only to find that he can't.
"What is the meaning of this?" he says. He turns back to the common room, eyeballing anyone who might offer an explanation.
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Delmon offers to take Kardinya's shift for the rest of the day and then rushes to his room and cleans up the barakade in there then offers Kardinya his room saying "You may have my room and rest and I will take the rest of your shift. What am I supposed to do?" Delmon takes a mental note that she blushed and sees it as a win.
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She's out front with most of my belongings. Not good. I was just running in to see if I could secure a room before transferring my articles and then checking Flax into the stables.
For a moment you notice his eyes go distant as you presume that some sort of calculations are going on in that unkempt head.
Willagree, is it? And without waiting for correction, Please register a one Throm Boyd, for a room if you'd please.
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The only response to Bork's challenge (other than silent stares) is a hearty chuckle from a halfling sitting near the door. Still clutching the wine glass from the meeting earlier, Bentley has taken up position by the door again, watching the newcomers arrive. You best be making yourself comfortable, friend. There's only one way in, and no ways out I'm afraid, until the riddle be solved. But on the bright side, your first drink is free! Bentley gestures toward the bar, then turns to the crowd and starts offering betting odds on all manner of circumstances, such as whether the next person through the door will be human or not, or whether they will walk face-first into the black barrier. Several people seem interested in the distraction.
At the bar, Willagee opens a tattered ledger and finds the next empty line. You're in luck, sir, as we've just had a room become available. You can check out any time you like, sir, but I don't recommend it as, of course, for the time being, at the present moment, you can't actually leave. He scribbles the words Throm Boid in the book, then turns back and says: Special offer under the circumstances, first drink on the house. I've got some brews here that'll really clog up your veins!
Kardinya at first looks dubiously at Delmon as he offers to finish her shift and relinquish his room, but then shrugs and accepts, saying that it beats sleeping on flour sacks on the kitchen floor. She tells him he should be fine if he just focuses on doing the rounds of the tables, collecting orders and empty glasses, delivering food and drink, and mopping up any spills. She turns to go, then quickly turns back and adds: Oh and Mr Dory is due to have his meal taken to his room. Here, take this key and see Willagee. And be polite. And she again turns to go.
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Is there a wash basin in the room so that I might wash the road off my face and hands before I take you up on your offer of a meal and free drink?"
A slight look of relief overcomes my face as I finally find my coin pouch. Without producing it, I make a mental note of which pocket it is in.
Do I need a key, or can you point me to the room or room number?
Now extracting the coin pouch, I just realized that I never asked how much the room would cost.
Urm, how much do I owe you for supper and the first night? By the way, how long has it been that you've been stuck in here?
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Lia snaps out of her observations of the newcomers and turns to Hatch and Lok. "Hello there! My name is Lia Dewtail, amateur librarian and far more amateur adventurer. If you'd please excuse me, feel free to acquaint yourselves with the others here. The more perspectives we have on solving this problem, the better chance we have." she says, before turning to Delmon and Kardinya.
"Might I assist you in taking Mr Dory's meal in? I have some questions for him."
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Bork looks displeased at the discovery that he's trapped in the Tavern, but after a second his displeasure changes to understanding - noting that being trapped is likely the cause of everyone's strange behaviour. He stares at Bentley and to the bar.
"I'm not normally one for riddles. I find an axe to the head generally solves most problems. Perhaps this is one problem that can be solved similarly?"
He doesn't wait for a reply, instead heading over to the bar, easing his large frame onto a stool.
"Ale. Make it a big one," he mutters.
For the time being, he otherwise remains on the side, alert to current events.
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I gladly except and lead her to my room then go to see Willagee. I then start doing rounds. To Lia, Delmon says "I don't think you should. I'll ask a question a meal then I'll tell you what he says." When the time comes I go to Mr. Dory's room and I quietly deliver his food then quickly ask him if he knows that we're trapped.
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Willagee turns to fetch the key, but with a sheepish grin turns back and says to Throm: Ah, begging your gracious pardon, sir, but in all the excitement I must have forgot that I've just let the last room out, and we've no vacancies. Looking around the crowded tavern he adds half to himself: A growing problem that I'm afraid I'll have to remedy. Then to Throm he offers: But I tell you what, sir, I'll be glad to organise you a wash basin to freshen up. Willagee then calls Delmon over to prepare a wash basin and water for Throm in the kitchen before taking a meal to Mr Dory. Then, as Bork slides into the bar beside Throm, Willagee adds, It's only been a few hours, sir. I'm sure it will all be resolved soon though.
Kardinya informs Delmon that she has the keys to all the rooms for servicing purposes, and is happy to let herself in. As he leaves to commence his voluntary employment, Kardinya whispers to Lia: I don't want to be trapped here. If you think you can resolve this curse, I'd like to help. Here, take this. It's the key to Mr Dory's room. If anyone asks, I'll say I dropped it. And she hands Lia a key with a small number 1 etched on it, before letting herself into Delmon's room and locking the door behind her.
Mr Dory is in room #1, Althoris has room #2, Carnation has #3, Lok has #4, and Delmon has #5.
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After the brief exchange of greetings with Lia, Lok looks over to Hatch.
"What do you think?" he gestures towards the bar, "I suppose we could meet and greet with the other's in the tavern, but this Mr Dory person they were chatting about seems like a good lead to pick up on." Lok states, waiting for a response from Hatch.
I prepare the wash basin then walk to Mr. Dory's room with the food and ask him if he knows that we are trapped and why we are trapped.
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Once Delmon has left, Lia unfurls her hand from where Kardinya pressed the key into it. "Well then. I'm not in quite the rush I thought." She shows the key to the others. "Perhaps it might not be wise to question him alone?" she says, looking at the others, hoping someone might offer to go with her. She makes eye contact with Carnation for a second before blushing and looking away.
"I'm sure it's worth looking into. Never know what a line of questioning might reveal," Hatch replied. Certainly it was better than sitting here holding his head.