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

[shadowz1995]

Desh chuckles and pulls out three gold coins and carefully pressing them into the barkeep's extended hand. Being raised by aristocrats had its perks. Desh learned about the influxes and management of currency with his adoptive family. As.....questionable as they were with their methods of raising new vampires, they knew how their pockets. No matter where they were.


"The extra is yours. Now I would like to slake my thirst. It's been bothering me heheh."

 

[WrightyNo1]

"Then who does manage the adventurers? Are they out on a quest?" Reeve asked, taking small sips of his mead now, clearly interested in the adventures or quests that could be had. Reeve finished his mead and sighed, he took out his smaller knives and started to clean them methodically with a cloth, one after the other. He finished the last one and sheathed them in his shoulder pads again.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

"There are a couple adventurers out on their own... but currently, there's only one adventuring party out and about. I simply set up the contract of the quest, and whoever wished to take it, may take it. But only one adventurer, or party per quest. No sending more than one group after the same objective. The people who take the contract decide how they want to handle things, and how they split whatever reward and loot they get." Barthelmor explains to Reeve... as well as the oither two potential guild-members. "To take contracts from me, you've gotta be in my guild. And there's only one requirement for joining my guild; I've gotta like the look of you."

 

[ToothierTurnip5]

Near the Orc Camp


Orhr sat on a log overlooking the Orc camp. His strong predator eyes looked down on the camp, scanning the camps and fires around. From anyone able to spot his form so far away they would see a noble smilodon sitting on the log as if it was his own. Orhr growled slightly at the thought of the orcs and their filthy habits. His eyes percked up slightly, looking down the path he saw a small group. A woman, tifling, dwarf, and a large man suited in armor came to the entrance. He watched the group curious of their actions. He huffed at the boldness of the group, he continued to watch wanting to see how good of fighters they were.

 

[WrightyNo1]

"Okay I'm interested," Reeve nodded, having a look around him. He wouldn't mind learning with a strong looking knight, an experienced man (He assumed) and... The mysterious person wearing a cloak to conceal his face.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Party 1


Lilara leads the way in, shield first. As they approach the hill, a crude horn is blown, and the camp is set to alert. Previously they'd just been going about the daily life of an Orc. Preparing weapons, maintaining the camp, fighting with each other and hunting for food. A trio of Orcs make themselves visible at the top of the hill, just outside the ring of huts. They're armed with Orcish Longbows. Huge things suited for their larger stature and greater strength. The strings drawn back, and the arrows launched with a twang noise. Two arrows miss, the third strikes Lilara's shield. The force of the heavy arrow makes her stagger on to her back foot to try and brace herself. She sweeps her sword against the front of the shield to break the shaft of the arrow that had stuck itself in. "My what a blow!" She gasps. And from the top of the small hill comes more of the 7ft tall orcs, charging past the archers. The group is five orc warriors. They're largely unarmored, but their orc hides are tought and thick. Armed with an assortment of large swords, axes and clubs.


No Party


Barthelmor shrugs his shoulders. "Thats it, that's all about how my guild runs, and no more to say. If you're to join, just let me know."

 

[Dendyne]

Party 1


Connor kept a couple steps behind and one to the left of Lilara, spear still resting against his shoulder casually as kept pace up to the small hill on their path when the deep roar of a horn split the quiet in the air. A few arrows came soaring from the crest of the hill, one rang out against Lilara's shield while another came whistling between the two,


"WOAH!" he shouted ducking down quickly, spear readied now he looked up to see the Orcish longbowmen nocking another set of crude arrows in there overly large bows while more Orcs came rushing down screaming bloody murder with dauntingly large weapons that they wielded like play things.


"I got the bowmen!" Connor cried standing up straight again and casting a wall of wind between the warring parties, the Orcs rushing through barely even noticed the whipping winds they passed through but the second wave of arrows hit it and were sent flipping up into the sky.

 

[WrightyNo1]

Reeve shrugged, "Well then count me in, I have been looking for fellow adventurers for a while... Most people wanted to kill me... With such a friendly atmosphere this must be a great guild," Reeve smiled, knowing that most other guilds are not as... Friendly.


Even though Reeve was incredibly kind, he was still very skilled at what he does. He can kill quickly and silently, get into places quickly and silently and escape easily. If anyone decided to attack him, they should probably run

 

[shadowz1995]

"Well....I have time to kill. I'll join the guild for now. I could really use the challenge. What have you got for us, oh great guild master?" The vampire adds the last line with a heavy sarcastic tone and a deep, husky laugh. The vampire could definitely use some prey. It had been a few days since he last fed and even longer since the vampire had a good fight. His days had gone by rather passively and while most would enjoy that Desh despised doing nothing. In all his centuries of roaming this earth , it didn't teach him inner peace very well. No rest for the wicked right?

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

No Party


The heavy tome is lifted and dropped on the bar counter. The quill and ink well come next. "You must simply sign your name to the ledger, and that's it!" Barthelmor tells them.


"As for contracts right now... I've got a few. Another kobold infestation" - Drawing a groan from Sevar - "in a supply warehouse. Bloody midgit lizards getting their little claws in just about anything in the city." Barthelmor shakes his head with a sigh. "I should take this one." Sevar offers in a tired manner. "After all, I've been quite in practice for killing them."


Party 1


"Aha, an excellent spell!" Liara smiles, pleased that the dangerous archers are out of the fight, for now. A charging orc with a sword swings it, putting his entire conciderable strength behind the ahead. Liara's shield catches the sword, but it rings out with a vibrating ding. Liara felt her arm creak. A little more strength and it'd have broken my arm she gasps in her mind. She shieldbashed the Orc, making it reel back. Her shield parts to the left slightly, and her right-hand sword dives in, biting the Orc's flesh. A garish would, followed by a quick up and down strike, cutting the orc's face and chest both ways. One felled.


The rest of the Orcs spread out. Four left, each makes their opponent one of the heroes.


@Knight Nate


@Dendyne


@Radazart Teh Gr8


(If you'd prefer, you can control your Orish enemy, or I can do it.)

 

[Dendyne]

Party 1


The wind wall would hold for a few minutes much to the ire of the orcish archers that kept firing shaft after shaft to no avail, arrows were beginning to litter the grassy knoll in fits and bursts.


Connor saw Lilara block a strike that would have broken a lesser woman, the ringing of the shield became pat of the din of noise in his ears now. Several orcs spread out across the left flank eyeing the adventurers with murderous intent.


"Your fate was decided long before this day beast!" he shouted before casting Barkskin on himself and charging at the closest brute, it word patched hides and swung a chipped greataxe. The Orc roared and swung downwards attempting to split the tiefling down the middle but he side stepped to the right easily dodging the blade before it crashed into the Earth spraying dust and dirt upwards. Connor thrust his spear at the Orc's face but it managed to catch it by the shaft in one of it's dirty, muscular hands,


"What?!" the words came out like a breathe as the orc pulled back on the spear, bringing the shocked tiefling into it's range, it swung wide with the axe in it's off-hand and Connor only barely managed to drop and roll before it cut into his hide but the momentum threw him into the bulk of his opponent. Reaching for his black iron blades he had just grabbed the hilts as he felt the crushing grip of a fat, grubby hand around his throat,


"FUG JOO!" he managed freeing the daggers of their sheathes and driving them into either side of the Orc's neck, the grip released for a moment then came back with renewed fury as Connor continually stabbed at the creature's face.


"Sleep now! Just sleep!" The Orc's arms fell limp and the creature faltered and fell while stumbling back as Connor pressed on diving down with it a flurry of stabs they hit the dirt as one.


(( I will control my enemies for the most part but feel free to throw some wrenches in the mix lol, where are my homies Oranos and Radfor at?! ))

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

(Unsure of Radfor, @Knight Nate seems to have issues with notifications, unfortunately. Ouranos is sleeping. Radazart is from the Netherlands so he's asleep)

 

[Midnight Paragon]

(My notifications hate me. What the hell is going on!?)

 

[Dendyne]

(( Oooooooh, okay cool. I'll try to do more late night posts then.


@Knight Nate


Our party has passed the ancient vineyard and we're at the bottom of a small hill, the Orc camp is over the top as far as I know and alert so we've got a few bowmen on the hilltop firing arrows that are being deflected by a wall of wind for now while we fight a group of four mostly unarmored Orc wielding sword, axe or mace. That pretty much brings you up to our all but our last posts I think.. ))

 

[shadowz1995]

"Hm...kobolds huh?" Disgusting. They tasted like iguanas and Desh hated feeding on animals. Though the strong ones proved tolerable to the tongue but from what the Barkeep was saying, they were nearly a nuisance that no one wanted to take care of. The vampire sighs despite himself and moves to sign the ledger. "Desh BloodWing." Written in nigh perfect penmanship. Another thing he learned from his parents.


The BloodWing name was not unknown. They are one of the wealthiest families in the north. The fact that they are a proud, powerful family of vampires is also well-known. If anybody actually bothered to look at what Desh wrote he sincerely hoped they wouldn't ask or wouldn't notice the surname. He hoped they would think its a coincidence of some kind.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

(Time zones suck yo. Typically I head to bed an hour from now.)


No Party(maybenotforlong)


"Yes, Kobolds. I'll take the quest, Barthelmor." Sevar says running a hand through his short dark-brown hair. "But I suspect that our fine new guild-mates would be upset to not go a' questing right away, hmm?" Sevar asks with a slight smile, directed at the two, potentially three, new members. "I suppose if they asked nicely, I'd be willing to take a few people along." He remarks to nobody in particular. Perhaps talking to himself.

 

[SirFlabberghaspy]

No Party


(Shab, sorry guys, my notifications stopped working. I had that feeling they would, ah)


Ser Greymane let out a sigh, "I suppose I could come with, just to relax my sword-arm again. Kobolds are nothing compared to what we usually slay in the North, but they're certainly not innocent rabbits and fauna," he'd speak out as he leaned his elbows onto the bar, cracking his knuckles. The knight looked over at Barthelmor as he spoke, not liking the look of Sevar all too much, though he'd glance quickly at the other.


"Of course, that is assuming that you want a Northerner at your side," Eirikr remarked. They were known for hunting down many strange, mystical types, and plenty of lycanthropes and warlocks moved south because of it.

 

[shadowz1995]

A loud snicker escapes Desh's throat when the man said he'd take them along if the "asked nicely". The male smelled as if he was in his late 40's-early 50's. A literal child compared to Desh's age. Desh has seen more combat than this man could ever hope of seeing. Kobolds were something Desh long since tired of killing. Frisky little lizard men that basically attacked everything in sight. Once they caught a look into his eyes they always cowered. They knew an apex predator when they saw one. "I think I'll meet you there tough guy. I doubt you would want someone of MY caliber slowing you down." The vampire stands from his chair and turns to leave the tavern. As he is walking by Sevar, Desh taps him on the shoulder with the back of his hand in what seemed like a friendly gesture. Only Sevar would know that the vampire put some strength into that tap while making it seem effortless. He intended for that tap to feel like someone just punched him in the shoulder.

 

[WrightyNo1]

Reeve watched Desh leave the tavern, then turned to look at the paper. Taking the pen and signing his name below the vampire's. "Having a northerner is sure to be useful, you know your mystical beasts and strange creatures well, I assume?" Reeve leaned forward so he could see Eirikr to ask the question. He did know a few himself, but his knowledge would be inferior to the likes of the northerner.


"I'll come along, could use this first one to get to know the strengths of each other," Reeve nodded.

 

[Radazart Teh Gr8]

Party 1


Ouranos readjusts his footing as the Orc comes charging in with it's axe held to the left side and ready to deliver a brutal swing. Ouranos alligns his right blade with the Orc's axe and taunts "Orc, I am your opponent. Face me.". The orc comes running up to him, and as it begins to swing it's axe, Ouranos directly intercepts it before it gains momentum, keeping it in place by interlocking his sword with the hooked incline of the weapon. It takes but another second before his other blade finds it's way to the Orc's jugular and brutally cuts it open. Ouranos steps forward and pulls the axe from the shocked Orc's hand and casts it aside before lunging the same weapon forward with another step, forcing all of the weapon's energy into the Orc's abdomen. Just to make sure of it's demise he rams his free blade up underneath the Orc's jaw, and straight into it's skull.


After that though, there were still the Orcs tagging Lilara, Connor and Radfor. While Connor had downed his own, there were still those near Lilara and Radfor, and he began to run -for however fast a large metal construct clad in plate could move- towards the closest Orc to hopefully intercept it with his one man heavy charge.


(I'd like and control them, and keep these fights fair. But this is just the perfect chance to show off Ouranos' ambidexterious methodical fighting style. Hope it doesn't seem OP? Also, @Knight Nate feel free to control Ouranos for your Orc battle, depending on who's closest.)

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Party 1


Lilara's second opponent, wielding a large wooden club. The last foot of it is capped in metal with a pair of thick metal studs going up it, on six rows. Lilara drops her shield, as it will only get her arm broken if she tries to block such a mace-like weapon. She builds momentum with her sword in both hands by swinging it in an upwards figure-eight motion, ready for the Orc's attack. But this one was more cautious, and a bit more skilled. He feigned an over-head club swing at Lilara, and the proper block was to use her momentum to swing her blade upwards and deflect the club goes sailing past the Orc harmlessly. She quickly has to back-hop a couple times to dodge the horizontal sweep from the Orc, that would surely have taken her on the waist. Lilara lunges back in with a one-handed thrust, scoring a piercing hit. A few inches deep. She grabs the sword with both hands again, and turns the blade down to block a shorter swing with less power behind it. Still a jarring hit to her arms, but she blocks it none the less. She flicks her sword upwards, leaving a long thin cut along the orcs chest, and building up enough speed and cutting force to split the Orc's jaw in two.


Party 2


As soon as Desh walked a little past him, Sevar grabs Desh by the back of his cloak, yanking him down in a sudden explosive moment of strength. His hood falls back, and the unawares vampire is sent to the ground on his back, head banging against the hard wood floor. Sevars dagger is already out of it's sheath, him kneeling at Desh's head. Knife to the throat. And it'd all happened in a second. "Threaten me again and you won't get away with it." Stone grey eyes that promise nothing but a swift death.


He stands back up, the dagger put away again. "Come now, we've a quest to finish. If you three are all to come, do not expect good pay from splitting a kobold contract." Ready to kill, to perfectly normal in a heartbeat. He was liking Reeve. Seemed like a good enough lad, up for adventure with no other ulterior motive. The man from the north, was still unreadable... but Sevar was getting a sense he thought himself better due to being forced out a womb in a certain area.


"I know the warehouse we must visit, it's down by the docks, but a short walk." Sevar sighs stretching his neck from side to side, and rubbing the back.

 

[WrightyNo1]

Party 2


Reeve stretched his back and grimaced as he stood, staying silent. While Sevar had tackled Desh to the ground, now seeing the vampire's face, he was unsure about Desh. Vampires usually caused him more trouble than not... But maybe Desh was different... Maybe


"Honestly the reward is secondary, I just want to see what this world has to throw at us... And keep our lives," Reeve said, pulling his hood up and his mask over his nose. The cut over his eye had stopped bleeding during the time he was talking. He turned to Sevar and nodded, then glanced at the northerner and then Desh, "I would do what he says..." He simply said, then waited for Sevar to lead the way to the Warehouse.

 

[shadowz1995]

The vampire heard the sudden rustling of clothing behind him and he knew what was about to happen. When the human grabbed the back of his cloak and tore down the hood, a sinister grin creeped it's way onto Desh's face. Simpleton The male allowed himself to get yanked to the ground and while mimicking the action of his head slamming against the floor violently, he actually broke his fall rather easily. Hand to hand combat was as easy as breathing to Desh. Being taken down is easy to counter, especially with such a simple tact. Just pulling him down? Desh could have countered it in many different ways but it was fine to let the man think he was in control. He imitated the sound of a head impacting against the floor by slamming his elbow into wooden floor. As the tell tale sound of a blade being unsheathed was heard, Desh cracked a lopsided grin at the attacker. The lava colored gaze of the vampire looked anything but impressed. The man's dagger was swiftly brought to his throat and Desh merely stared at it with a cocked eyebrow. "Ooo aren't you easy to rub the wrong way. I only tapped you. If this is the kind of treatment I can come to expect from this guild, I might have to have a few words with the higher ups. Intimate words." There was no point in hiding it since his hood was already torn off, so the vampire then flashed his attacker a smile that showed every single one of his teeth. The canines appeared as sharp as the man's dagger if not more so.


As Sevar pulled away, Desh jumped up almost as fast as the man pulled a dagger and moved up right beside him in what seemed like a blur. Unfazed and more amused then anything, the vampire chuckles and crosses his arms next to Sevar while keeping step with him. "Lead the way then human." This time around Desh walked keeping his senses on alert. He let Sevar get away with it once. If he tried it again Desh would make sure he was the one on the floor, whether he liked it or not.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Party 2


"I'll not have a vampire at my back, especially one so obnoxious. " Sevar says with a roll of his eyes. "You know what you did, lifesucker. I do not take threats at all. Be gone." At his rising irritation, a second sentience wakes up. Use me, strike the vampire down, it calls to him. I will not feed you, blade. Sevar forces back, his strength and calm of will keeping the second sentience away. With a mental growl in defeat, it returns to it's watchful rest.


Barthelmor shakes his head. "You know, I didn't set up any rules for monsters joining my guild. I hadn't expected that they would come to an establishment dedicated to ending their lives. Qu~uite unprecedented." Barthelmor muses aloud. "I've no clue what to do about this."

 

[ToothierTurnip5]

Near the Orc Camp


Orhr looked down at the camp. He watched the orcs sound their alarms and arm themselves. He was surprised at the boldness of the female as she charge forward, catching an arrow on her shield. He watched the group as they entered combat. He chuckled slightly at the tifling as he used magic against the archers. They may be useful... Orhr thought to himself. He laid down on the log, stretching slightly. He continued to watch the group, looking at their potential.