Fantasy Adventurers of the Red Snapper Inn (Always taking new patrons)

[Dendyne]

((Should we put that at the head of all our posts then?))


Party 1


Connor listened carefully to Lilara's advice, shifted his weight to his off foot and picked up his spear while Ouranos approached asking to join them which was accepted to the tiefling's delight,


"We're becoming less rag-tag all the time!" He proclaimed following the armor-clad Lilara into the Cerulean Hills, the air was fresher than in-town and tasted sweeter than honey, it had a nip too which Connor took it as good omen.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

(It's your choice, but it would help with keeping things organized. )


Party 1


"Ach, rag-tag has no true meaning! We're adventurers, unique people from unique pasts, all brought together for the promise of glory and heroism! And damn those who seek to use uniqueness against us." Liara declares, with an exaggerated pride in her voice and pose. They're about to cross a small bridge. Just a rectangle shaped pillar that had fallen over the small river, and eventually settled in to the ground on either side to serve as a good enough bridge.


@Knight Nate (just in case your notifications r broke)


No Party


The inn door opens without a sound or creak. Sevar comes walking in, his cloak pulled tightly about him. He has his usual neutral expression about him. Contrasted by the ever-expressive Barthelmor. "Ah, excellent! Welcome back my friend." He says to Sevar. As usual, he doesn't notice the man's return, until he's already at the bar counter. "Rum?" The halfling asks. Sevar nods his head. "The contract's done. Not a single kobold left to infest that cellar. Unless they break through from the sewer. Again." He says, with a deflated, tired sigh. Extermination was drole work.

 

[Radazart Teh Gr8]

The pillar seemed solid and safe enough for Ouranos to step on, and after stepping on it to judge his weight he begins to walk on it and comments "As an adventurer, our purpose is not to conform to a doctrine but to stand together with our ideals at heart, to best serve those that require us in their time of need rather than to serve as the fighting arm of a sergeant or guard captain, and act on the code of a single individual". But even as he says that, he says it in his typical matter-of-fact way and mechanical delivery, almost as if reciting his statement.

 

[Dendyne]

Party 1


Connor kept stride with Lilara chuckling at her slightly grandiose view of the party,


"I didn't mean to insult but we are what we are, throw a dragon in the mix and it's any tale you might hear at any inn," He paused as they came upon a river shimmering in the early light of day, a column on the opposite had fallen across the river's width forming a stable enough bridge.


"Isn't that statement kind of a doctrine to conform to by itself? How much farther is it the camp? When will be in Orc territory?" Connor asked as he stepped up onto the column behind Ouranos, the small river underneath was ripe with young, silvery fish.

 

[Midnight Paragon]

Radfor trailed after the group, looking all around the land as he did so. He tuned out most of what they said until the came to the pillar that acted as a sort of bridge. He listened to their conversation, but held his head in confusion.


"Don't say so many big words! Hurts me 'ead."

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Party 1


"Not far now, a short journey. We will know we're nearing their territory by the old, abandoned vineyeard. After that, it's but a short walk up a hill... and that's it. We're at their camp." Lilara wasn't too keen on explaining it... again. But she must, so the rest know the plan.

 

[SirFlabberghaspy]

No Party


A sighing and fully armored Ser Greymane would step into the tavern, scanning the inside of it. He'd shake his head and find the nearest open table, disliking the people within the bar already. The lands south of Schnar were a strange one, and he still didn't trust outsiders, but he figured it was better than walking into a mead-hall full of orcs.


He'd set his bag down and sigh as he eyed his bloodstained gauntlets. Taking a nearby rag, he'd begin to wipe his armor off, thinking on recent events. Eirikr was to investigate the Eastern Trading Company's activity within the port city, but he figured he could go on a few adventures during his long-term stay. Besides, it would be best to have allies in a city so heavily influenced by his enemy.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

No Party


The halfling at the bar turned his attention away from the cloaked guild member, to greet the new face. "Hail and welcome to the Red Snapper!" He says with appropriate joviality expected of the host of an inn. "Please, do let me know if you need some help with anything." Barthelmor finishes, and resumes his conversation with Sevar. The topic was various contracts and other inn business.


"Hmm, perhaps with so many new guild-ies, I can afford to let go of a certain grumpy old warrior." Barthelmor says with an exaggerated sigh and a shake of his head, as he leans on his elbow placed on the bar counter.


Sevar takes a swig of his rum bottle, wipes his mouth and says deadpanned "You wouldn't live without my stunning personality and constant upbeat attitude."


Nodding his head in agreement, Barthelmor goes on "Dry jokes aside, all these new eager adventurers are good for business. I just wish that they would stay here a little longer than a couple of months or so. I need people like you - perhaps not just like you, granted - who stay for years."


Sevar looks down at his bottle and grumbles "What we need is less people who get themselves killed."

 

[SirFlabberghaspy]

No Party


The knight remained silent as he unsheathed his bastard sword, Ehre. He'd take the rag he cleaned his armor with, and he began to swiftly clean the blood from his blade. Eirikr then set the blade down on the table in front of him, and leaned back in his chair. The halfling bartender was just as "excited" as he had predicted, and didn't particularly like the look of the man who was talking with the bartender.


Too many strange beasts were in the southern parts of the Realm, in his opinion. However, he was sure a Southerner would say just about the same thing about the North's many creatures, especially those who resided within Wondrah Forest.


Eirikr shook his head and grabbed at a flask that hung from his belt. He took off his helmet with his free left hand, and was quick to take a swig of the old alcohol resting inside of the steel container. Nothing beat a good Northern Ale.

 

[Dendyne]

Party 1


"Sorry Radfor, I've spent too much time reading books for my own good," Connor stepped down off the pillar on the opposite bank. He nodded vaguely remembering the plan they came up with the night before, too much drink and too little food to soak it up.


"Right, right, we bring doom on the Orcs in camp then we go after the nobles at the prison camp," Connor recalled, making his way up the gently, winding path. He paused near a tall tree with a couple of crows building a nest, the ruins of the long forgotten vineyard now in sight,


"Hey you, with the feathers!" He called up,


"Me? Whadya want with me?" The larger grow clawed back hopped around the edge of his partially built home.


Connor bargained with the ornery crow ultimately trading half of a piece of dried beef for his services,


"Get good look at what exactly we're dealing with at the Orc camp up the hill by that vineyard, then meet me back there," he pointed them out with his spear before pressing forward,


"Gotcha, ya won't be sorry land walker," the crow squawked as he fluttered ahead the breeze aiding his flight.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Party 1


Lilara had watched, amused by the exchange of the druid and the squawking crow. Going off what Connor said, the crow was to help them a scout. That would be helpful. Knowing what she has to face ahead of time is greatly valuable, and to her, Connor's already proved his worth at that.


The crow comes back a few minutes later. It flutters about, hovering in position in front of Connor. "Rawk! I find many pigorcs. I count all, and there whole many bunch of metalswingers, few twangspears and dancing-orc!" The bird declares. Of course, nobody but Connor would understand the animal's noises... and even then the great different in how a crow thinks, and what a man -tiefling- understands may have left many things to be desired by the birds recounting.

 

[Dendyne]

Party 1


The crow approached gracefully at first then became a storm of feathers as he turned about to face the group stayingairborne to deliver his message, Connor took what looked like a larger coin purse from his hip and pulled out a piece of meat which he promptly bit in half. He started chewing one half and threw the half in his hand to the bird who dive bombed it before it could touch the dirt. He choked it back happily.


"Okay there are a lot them, he took count and noted they are many who use unknown metal weapons and a number with spears, they also have a dancing orc so maybe they're distracted by some kind of show? All the better to mask our approach I think," Connor relayed his best translation of the crow to group,


"The crow, Jory, doesn't know or care to know the difference between weapons that don't fling arrows or bolts at him so he has a colorful way of explaining things, i'll keep plying him and see if I can get more details about just what kind of metal they're swinging," Jory began to caw and fluttered up onto Connor's shoulder, he tilted his head to one side and started up again with his caws,


"Good meat! Real good! More meat? You have more I know, I know this I do!" he flapped his wings slightly with enthusiasm,


"You did good, but not that good," Connor pushed the bird off of his shoulder only to have him fly a couple circles and land on his opposite one.


"Good yes! Real good and very good too! Give meat, more meat!"


Connor rolled his eyes and looked at Jory, he still had that head tilt going on.


"Give details, more details!"


"What details? Metalswingers, twangspears and dancing-orc! I see all! I tell all!"


"What do metalswingers swing? Pointy-metal or wide-metal?" He sighed and rubbed his furrowed brow between his fingers, sparrows were smarter and better scouts by far but had worked with worse for lesser gains.


"Pointy? no, more wide, no! round like coin! Shiny coins! You have coins I know, I know this I do!"


"Axes? Sounds like a lot of axes but maybe maces? Best I can get out of him right now," Connor finally looked over at Lilara and the group having concluded his conversation with Jory, his new shoulder ornament,


"Shiny coins? Meat?" he cawed making sure Connor knew what he wanted.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Party 1


Perhaps... not as useful as I thought Lilara thinks, with an amused smile and chuckle. "Well, we must push ever onward, the details be damned! It matters not what metal they swing, if their spears twang or an orc dances! By Tyr, I'll end their lives and let Gruumsh sort them out!" Liara declares heroically, unsheathing her sword and pointing it skyward. She enjoyed cliche displays of heroism. She straps her shield on to her other arm. Ready for battle. Up the path, to the vineyard. To the right, they see the camp entrance. There's no wall, just an arrangement of spiked logs on either side of the path. A couple of large tents can be seen in the short distance, on top of a hill. Smoke wafts upwards from the middle of the camp from their pyre. From where they're standing at the vineyard, to the camp must be 300 meters. A short enough distance. "By my holy oath sworn to Tyr, I will rid this world of these Orcs, to remove the injustice of their very exsistance as an affront to all good people!" Liara chants, holding her sword downwards, the tip pointed at the ground. A Paladin blessing. Her allies feel stronger and tougher.


(Gruumsh One-Eye is the god of Orcs, if some people didn't know)

 

[Dendyne]

Party 1


Connor had grown annoyed with the crow, Jory, and figuring he wouldn't be more than a carcass if he stayed with them for too much longer,


"You've played your part beautiful Jory, Go back home and finish building your nest.. There's a nip in the air," he shooed the bird away and with a bit of squawking a proper gentleman wouldn't translate he flapped away to his tree. There were more useful beasts nearby anyway.


Lilara raised her sword then dropped it's point to the ground saying a prayer, he could feel a power and endurance welling up in him he never knew he was capable of,


"I've never really followed Tyr but I can get behind that," Connor gave her a thumbs up, "Let's serve them their blessed fate," he said pulling his tin amulet to the outside of his cloak, the symbol of the Raven Queen engraved in the front.

 

[WrightyNo1]

No Party


The door of the Red Snapper Inn was gently pushed open, Reeve stood in the doorway for a few seconds before slowly striding in. He had his hood pulled up and his mask pulled over his mouth and nose to conceal his identity... For now. Reeve had heard rumours about this place and decided that he would investigate himself, he wants adventure, but he gets bored doing it alone. He hoped to find people here who would give him that kind of opportunity, but of course, he did want money. He always scanned out a scene before he would start talking, looking for bandits or people of the sort. Seeing there was none of that in here, Reeve sighed in relief and slowly made his way to the bar counter.

 

[shadowz1995]

The door was still swinging lightly on its hinges when Desh arrives at the Red Snapper Inn. A rogue-like character has just entered the bar mere seconds before the noble himself. As the vampire pushes the door open, he tries to keep his eyes low and his face hidden within the shadows of his heavy, black cloak. The bar seemed....peaceful. Unusual for a bar. Even when there wasn't mindless drunken violence there was at least some people sharing stories and making merry. Not here it seems. The amount of patrons could be counted on one hand and none paid any heed to the two newcomers. Desh caught a glimpse of the rogue sitting down at the counter and decided it was probably best to follow suit. No need to stand around and draw suspicion. Desh had no idea how this city viewed vampires and to be honest, he didn't want to find out. Better safe than sorry.


Desh pulls up a chair at the counter, making sure he was sitting a seat between himself and the rogue. He didn't seem to want conversation and neither did Desh to be quite honest. "What drinks are you serving tonight barkeep? Something strong I hope?"

 

[WrightyNo1]

No Party


Reeve had taken the seat beside Sevar, the vampire had sat two away from him, leaving a seat in between them both. Reeve turned and gave a friendly nod to the vampire. Of course he had no idea he was a vampire as he could not see his face. Reeve then turned to Barthelmor. "I also hope for something strong, had an eventful day," Reeve also said, showing a fresh cut he has across his right eye. He was attacked by bandits earlier, he managed to deal with the group but one managed to swipe across his right eye. Fortunately, the blade didn't cut his eye, just the skin above and below.


Reeve was glad that the inn was a peaceful place. Usually when he would stay at one it would end in bloodshed with him escaping, but he thought that this was going to be one rare inn where there are barely any fights... He hoped that at least.

 

[SirFlabberghaspy]

No Party


(This will be great, vampires are often hunted and resented in Schnar.)


Eirikr sighed as he eyed the two newcomers, and continued to silently clean himself off. That skirmish with those Trading Company thugs had left him drenched in blood, but it wasn't his. Poor sods.


He'd wipe off his shoulder-plates and his boots. After, he set the blood-stained rag back down onto the table, and he set down a few gold pieces so that the bartender could get himself plenty more rags for more customers. Shaking his head as he shook his flask, he knew that he'd have to succumb to temptation and drink some Southern alcohol, despite how weak it usually was.


Silently, he walked up to the bar and took a seat. To his left, the man he didn't like the look of sat, talking to the bartender. To that man's left, another newcomer was sitting, and a seat between him laid another newcomer, who also looked shady. Did everyone look shady in the South? Eirikr certainly thought so, with most hiding behind cloaks. The only people hiding behind cloaks in his lands were Half-Orcs, Vampires, and the occasional Death's Hand necromancer. Not to mention magi, as there were many mixed feelings about them in Schnar.


Somehow, that got him to think of Clan Dovah. Eirikr found a sense of pity in the fact that most of the Southerners would never get to see the brilliant civilization that the Clan had set for itself in Schnar. He himself remembered when he first caught sight of their dragons aiding in the Schnar-Uru'Kari War. Old, bloody, but good times.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

(Just to note, Sevar is wearing a cloak, but the hood is down. Cloaks tend to be in fashion anywhere that it rains a lot. And harbors, especially harbors close to jungles get a lot of rain. )


Party 1


Lilara nods her head. "Radfor, Ouranos, are you both ready to charge head-first in to the den of our enemy?"


No Party


As each of the men joined him at the bar, Sevar gave a quiet, suitably polite greeting. "Hello," or "Evening" He'd say with a slight head nod. Up close, it's hard to pay the man any attention. He simply seems unremarkable, and tired.


Barthelmor laughs, as the three come to the bar. "Great, it's a party is it then? I serve many, many drinks here! From tip to tip of the world, all sorts from all parts of the world! Ah, truly blessed luck it is to run a tavern in a rich port city!" He rubs his hands together with a wide smile. "So then lads, tell me what your poison is!"

 

[WrightyNo1]

"By poison do you mean actual poison? Rat poison... No i'm joking, your strongest mead will do thank you" Reeve replied jokingly, he felt comfortable in this tavern now. He pulled down his hood and mask, revealing his dark brown, short hair. He looked at Barthelmor and grinned at his own joke, his blue eyes unusually bright. He shrugged and wiped some blood from his eye, the cut was still bleeding but it was slowing.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

As a good host, Barthelmor laughs along, even if he'd heard the joke many times and it wasn't particularly funny to him any more... But so it's served, a honey mead strong enough that all it's flavors can be smelled as soon as Barthelmor pours it from the keg to the mug. "Two gold pieces that'll be." He says, holding his hand out before serving the drink.

 

[WrightyNo1]

Reeve reached into his pocket and handed Barthelmor two gold coins, he nodded in thanks and took the mead, taking a gulp straight away. Reeve leaned forward with one arm to speak, "Best mead i have had in a long time... Which is not hard i haven't really visited many taverns on the road," Reeve chuckled with another swig of the mead.

 

[shadowz1995]

"Same as the rogue, Barkeep." Desh smelled the other person enter the bar about as soon as he heard him. Which is saying something. That man's footfalls were quite heavy. The smell of both was quite enticing. Desh found himself favoring the taste of humanoids who had skill in battle. The more skilled they were, the more exquisite their blood tasted. Every vampire had their own preference but that was his. Under the cloak, Desh grinned and traced his tongue over his fangs. They were elongating without his permission. Mischievous little things. The rogue's fresh blood really wasn't helping the situation.


"If you can make a party out of complete strangers I'd be surprised ser. Well....given the reputation of this tavern I'm sure that's exactly what you do." Desh said to the barkeep. The vampire mused to himself exactly what kind of a man is able to make parties out of complete strangers .

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

No Party


"Oh, but I don't manage the adventurers here! I merely give them a roof to sleep under, and point them in the direction of quests and the adventure they seek!" And same as before, Barthelmor holds his hand out for they money before giving the drink.

 

[Radazart Teh Gr8]

Party 1





"Ever ready, Lady Lilara" Ouranos answers as he holds out his swords in front of him. It appeared to be some kind of guard position, but if it were he had his weapons much too far apart for a normal man to defend with... A normal man. But for a warforged like Ouranos, he had just put up a shield of blades the size of his body, and a mobile one at that. Whether it would prove useful against Orc brutality was soon to be seen.