"They be kickin me out from misunderstandin. But not everyone be lovin me. As fer me saying understandin of arrow." Rust Beard pulls back his coat and a hand crossbow is strapped into it.
(Translations: Rust was kicked out for a misunderstanding, but he knows not everyone likes warforges. and he is saying that he has and uses a crossbow.)
So, it is now about 11:30, and you hear the door swing open. You see as most heads in the tavern turn to the entrance of the bar. Many people shuffle uncomfortably, a few of them turn away, or get up and leave.
In walks, a large masculine figure, with huge muscles, and is taller than almost anyone in the room, around 7'5".
He is wearing a brown-gray vest, with a dark green bandana wrapped around his neck. 'clop, clop, clop' you hear as he strides into the bar, grunting as some of them leave. He is wearing thick pants, and has a large bag in his left hand. Wrapped around his waist is a waist is a belt, which connected to it has a pair of binoculars, and a longsword tucked into a scabbard.
You cannot tell his race, he is very big and muscular, and he has small tusks, and gray skin, but you don't know what he is.
He walks with swagger, looking towards you, noticing the new ones.
He sits down at a bar stool 5 chairs down from your group. He puts his hand on the counter, making a 'thud'as his large fist hits the granite counter.
He then loudly says, but not shouts, "Hey, Rosie!" His voice is loud, but not angry, just filled with volume, almost, strangely endearing.
Rosie turns around, "Hi, Jer! The usual?"
"Nah," He says, "Add an extra plate."
"Coming right up!" She says.
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Rose giggles, and says, "I don't think you could pay for his lunch. He eats, well, more than other people. His last meal would be the equivalent of 12 gold pieces, but he doesn't have to pay."
Gerinard clears his throat, and says in an intimidating voice, "I don't think you want to know the things I've seen in the Cogs."
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"Matey I seen plenty. We also be lookin for info on things out side ther city.But where be me manors. Ey be Rust Beard" I tip my hat and lower my head a little, my free hand extends off to the side. "Me friends and I been hired of sorts to help solve some problems, of different sorts. We be just lookin for inform. Might i ask what Ye be?"
"The cogs you say?" Telos will walk over with the paper (as he walks) "nice blade" and place the paper next to the plate and point to the article about tourists being attacked. "What did this? Man, beast, an organization? Not being from here some of the terms confuse me."
"Ah, trogs." He says, shaking his head, "It means Troglodytes, they're related to Lizardfolk from Q'barra. There's been multiple sightings of them down there, but they are by far not the most powerful beast down there. Just this morning, we struck the biggest cache of horrors seen in Sharn since the First Tower went up.
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" thanks for the clarification but come on, what happened this morning? Here I am thinking the cogs are a place to make some coin going after Troglodytes you said...and you drop that." Telos will ease himself into the seat giving the captain his attention.
"Have you lost your tribe then Warforged? Are they the one's who put an arrow in you?"
"They be kickin me out from misunderstandin. But not everyone be lovin me. As fer me saying understandin of arrow." Rust Beard pulls back his coat and a hand crossbow is strapped into it.
(Translations: Rust was kicked out for a misunderstanding, but he knows not everyone likes warforges. and he is saying that he has and uses a crossbow.)
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(Good to go!)
(Telos is satisfied for now)
Okay, good. Anyone else?
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(that's all of us between here and our PM)
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So, it is now about 11:30, and you hear the door swing open. You see as most heads in the tavern turn to the entrance of the bar. Many people shuffle uncomfortably, a few of them turn away, or get up and leave.
In walks, a large masculine figure, with huge muscles, and is taller than almost anyone in the room, around 7'5".
He is wearing a brown-gray vest, with a dark green bandana wrapped around his neck. 'clop, clop, clop' you hear as he strides into the bar, grunting as some of them leave. He is wearing thick pants, and has a large bag in his left hand. Wrapped around his waist is a waist is a belt, which connected to it has a pair of binoculars, and a longsword tucked into a scabbard.
You cannot tell his race, he is very big and muscular, and he has small tusks, and gray skin, but you don't know what he is.
He walks with swagger, looking towards you, noticing the new ones.
He sits down at a bar stool 5 chairs down from your group. He puts his hand on the counter, making a 'thud' as his large fist hits the granite counter.
He then loudly says, but not shouts, "Hey, Rosie!" His voice is loud, but not angry, just filled with volume, almost, strangely endearing.
Rosie turns around, "Hi, Jer! The usual?"
"Nah," He says, "Add an extra plate."
"Coming right up!" She says.
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"This who we were waiting on?" Telos will ask the others.
To Telos "Arrr me thinks you be right."
Rust Beard will wait for Rose to be done talking with "Jer" and ask her over.
"Me love be that the man yer tells of earlier?"
(Asking if this is the talkative man Rose spoke of earlier)
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"Yes," She replies, then looks to the large figure. "Gerinard, these people would like to speak with you."
Gerinard grunts, turns to you. He doesn't look angry, just more annoyed, "Why didn't ya ask meh yurself?"
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“To be honest, we didn’t know you were... you.” Durunga says shortly
To Gerinard "Arrr Matey, Ey be just checkin to make sure your the chap Rose be tellin us about."
To Rose "Love Ey be payin Gerinard's lunch tab, and here be a gold, the rest for his drink tab. Ohh an 2 silvers for me ale"
Back to Gerinard "Rose be sayin you know all about whats been going on. Both near an far. We just be wonderin if you hearin anythin crazy today?"
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if you give me advantage for spending 1 gold on his lunch and the rest for drinks for him. 4
I guess the advantage doesn't help
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Rose giggles, and says, "I don't think you could pay for his lunch. He eats, well, more than other people. His last meal would be the equivalent of 12 gold pieces, but he doesn't have to pay."
Gerinard clears his throat, and says in an intimidating voice, "I don't think you want to know the things I've seen in the Cogs."
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"Matey I seen plenty. We also be lookin for info on things out side ther city. But where be me manors. Ey be Rust Beard" I tip my hat and lower my head a little, my free hand extends off to the side. "Me friends and I been hired of sorts to help solve some problems, of different sorts. We be just lookin for inform. Might i ask what Ye be?"
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"'What I be?'" He replies, "I'm in the nightmares of all of those scum in the Cogs. I am a captain of the Sharn Watch in the Cogs."
He pulls out his longsword, it is an elegant blade that shines brightly, as reflective as a mirror.
"Drag-veri here has slain hundreds of the vermin that lay down there," He exclaims, "I have personally killed 8 bugbears at once time!"
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"The cogs you say?" Telos will walk over with the paper (as he walks) "nice blade" and place the paper next to the plate and point to the article about tourists being attacked. "What did this? Man, beast, an organization? Not being from here some of the terms confuse me."
"Ah, trogs." He says, shaking his head, "It means Troglodytes, they're related to Lizardfolk from Q'barra. There's been multiple sightings of them down there, but they are by far not the most powerful beast down there. Just this morning, we struck the biggest cache of horrors seen in Sharn since the First Tower went up.
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" thanks for the clarification but come on, what happened this morning? Here I am thinking the cogs are a place to make some coin going after Troglodytes you said...and you drop that." Telos will ease himself into the seat giving the captain his attention.
Durunga stays where she is and listens intently