In your retreat from the blade pushing into your face, you trip on the slick, piss soaked steps. Though deftly you recover and manage to slide down the steps thanks to Nura's distraction. You are now standing at the base of the three stairs looking up at Dune leaning against a porch post gagging, Gnoth pointing his axe in dunes direction where you just stood, and Nura holding a silver club with teal flames dancing around its head. As threatening Gnoth, he readies a strike aimed at the back of Gnoth's head.
ooc: Sorry the axe was just on my own shoulder to look intimidating but i'll play along
"Then who is your God!? Are you of full elven blood?! Did your ancestors cut out Gruumsh's eye?!? Speak your words more clear boy!"
Hearing footsteps approaching behind him, Gnoth assumes the elf has friends and swings towards the half-elf boy before glancing over his shoulder to see the barkeep, head flaming holding a club
"Hmmph."
Gnoth drops the axe into the dirt, the heavy weight plants the blade into the ground. Arms up in the air
"First no meat, then you spoil my Orcish duties."
Gnoth turns around to Nura pushing the club away gently but affirmatively.
"Tell me barkeep, where is Berkthgar? I haven't seen him in a while and I'm getting restless as this town is beginning to bore me. I yearn for adventure, pain, war and trials dwarf; so find me some. It's the only way I can remain calm."
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
"It's not that big of a deal Gnoth, we just ate an entire boar three days ag....."
Being abruptly cut off by Gnoth cursing and heading straight for the door, Isfri sighs and takes a huge swig of her ale. It is bitter and warm but it will have to do for the time being. She notices the barkeep rushing to the door a few moments later with a club that has a slight glow to it, and decides to follow out to the sight of her big brother threatening an elf again.
Walking up to the group calmly from behind.
"Now now big brother, We don't have to be hasty. Can't you see that this one isn't a full elf?" (Pointing to Guillo)
"He probably doesn't even know who Correllon Larethian is." Turning to the barkeep...
"I don't see the need for any violence here Sir. My brother will behave."
Nura lets out an audible sigh when the axe hits the ground:
“You should know that I was not bluffing, my skill with this old club is known far and wide. And as for Berkthgar, he is just there coming down the road.”
With that Nura gestures down the road to a man about 200 ft. away. Over his shoulders are two bear pelts sew together so that one head falls onto either side of his chest. His hair is dreaded and breaded into a mohawk braid.
“Believe me dear, the sooner you and your pure blood get out of here, the sooner I’ll get a good night's rest. I’ve got no quam with Orc but this one isn’t like the other grey skin traders that pass through here.”
Being convinced by Isfri that the situation no longer needs his intervention, Nura waves to Berkthgar as he approaches and moves back into the tavern.
As Berkthgar draws near you can all see a slight grin on his face. In his hand are three folded paper with some roughly placed wax seals. Once he was about 20ft. away, he spoke to up:
“That’s what I like to see. Some froth, some fear, and piss soaked stairs. I’ve got a task for you all.”
Now reaching for the letters he hands one to Guillo, Dune, and Isfri. They look like a poor attempt at formality but he looks proud passing them out.
“I expect you all to accept, it will pay very well. We can talk more about it in the morning. For now lets have a drink”
He walks up the steps and smacks Dune on the shoulder before walking into the tavern.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
In your retreat from the blade pushing into your face, you trip on the slick, piss soaked steps. Though deftly you recover and manage to slide down the steps thanks to Nura's distraction. You are now standing at the base of the three stairs looking up at Dune leaning against a porch post gagging, Gnoth pointing his axe in dunes direction where you just stood, and Nura holding a silver club with teal flames dancing around its head. As threatening Gnoth, he readies a strike aimed at the back of Gnoth's head.
ooc: Sorry the axe was just on my own shoulder to look intimidating but i'll play along
"Then who is your God!? Are you of full elven blood?! Did your ancestors cut out Gruumsh's eye?!? Speak your words more clear boy!"
Hearing footsteps approaching behind him, Gnoth assumes the elf has friends and swings towards the half-elf boy before glancing over his shoulder to see the barkeep, head flaming holding a club
"Hmmph."
Gnoth drops the axe into the dirt, the heavy weight plants the blade into the ground. Arms up in the air
"First no meat, then you spoil my Orcish duties."
Gnoth turns around to Nura pushing the club away gently but affirmatively.
"Tell me barkeep, where is Berkthgar? I haven't seen him in a while and I'm getting restless as this town is beginning to bore me. I yearn for adventure, pain, war and trials dwarf; so find me some. It's the only way I can remain calm."
Gnoth Lvl 1 Barbarian Orc- Out of the Abyss - DM Jimmy
"It's not that big of a deal Gnoth, we just ate an entire boar three days ag....."
Being abruptly cut off by Gnoth cursing and heading straight for the door, Isfri sighs and takes a huge swig of her ale. It is bitter and warm but it will have to do for the time being. She notices the barkeep rushing to the door a few moments later with a club that has a slight glow to it, and decides to follow out to the sight of her big brother threatening an elf again.
Walking up to the group calmly from behind.
"Now now big brother, We don't have to be hasty. Can't you see that this one isn't a full elf?" (Pointing to Guillo)
"He probably doesn't even know who Correllon Larethian is." Turning to the barkeep...
"I don't see the need for any violence here Sir. My brother will behave."
OOC: Gonnna make a persuasion check.
11
Ooc: Sorry T, misread that one.
Nura lets out an audible sigh when the axe hits the ground:
“You should know that I was not bluffing, my skill with this old club is known far and wide. And as for Berkthgar, he is just there coming down the road.”
With that Nura gestures down the road to a man about 200 ft. away. Over his shoulders are two bear pelts sew together so that one head falls onto either side of his chest. His hair is dreaded and breaded into a mohawk braid.
“Believe me dear, the sooner you and your pure blood get out of here, the sooner I’ll get a good night's rest. I’ve got no quam with Orc but this one isn’t like the other grey skin traders that pass through here.”
Being convinced by Isfri that the situation no longer needs his intervention, Nura waves to Berkthgar as he approaches and moves back into the tavern.
As Berkthgar draws near you can all see a slight grin on his face. In his hand are three folded paper with some roughly placed wax seals. Once he was about 20ft. away, he spoke to up:
“That’s what I like to see. Some froth, some fear, and piss soaked stairs. I’ve got a task for you all.”
Now reaching for the letters he hands one to Guillo, Dune, and Isfri. They look like a poor attempt at formality but he looks proud passing them out.
“I expect you all to accept, it will pay very well. We can talk more about it in the morning. For now lets have a drink”
He walks up the steps and smacks Dune on the shoulder before walking into the tavern.