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

[Remmock]

He listened carefully, and finally he started rolling his spit around in his mouth. "Something that burn good," he finally open for, hints of drool at the corners of his mouth before he swallowed it all in a large gulp. The Gnoll then reached over and snagged a cloth off the side of his pack, bringing it over to wipe the drool from his mouth. He tried offering a smile at Barthelmor then, and took to looking around. He tapped the gold coin as a reminder that it was waiting for the Halfling, while his eyes began sizing up the patrons once again, this time without a Gnoll's hunger clouding his eyesight. He was content with himself that he no longer saw the Pinkies as food, but as tiny, scrawny Pinkies that might need defending. "Need... job. Work. Have?"

 

[ToothierTurnip5]

"Nearly dying is fun, hunter?" Ozhr asked looking at Conner oddly. The large cat came up beside the tiefling so he could more easily talk. From much closer his size was even more remarkable. Being 5' 8" at the shoulders and 1,800 lbs of almost pure muscle was an impressive sight. The group continued to walk/limp on, deeper into the camp.

 

[WrightyNo1]

Party 2


Reeve grimaced at the sounds of more kobolds getting closer. He had an idea. Lifting one of the bodies of a dead kobold, he turned to the two with the spears. Throwing this body onto both spears would restrict their movement and allow for him to get around their backs to quickly kill them. Reeve grunted and threw the body sideways, both spears impaled it and it slid down pretty far. The two kobolds struggled to keep their footing as Reeve rolled to the space to the side of them, then he sprinted across the two kobolds. Reeve attacked as he was behind them, slicing one kobold in half with one sword, then spinning and stabbing the other one through its chest. They both fell to the floor.


Reeve still had no time to relax, he walked back over to the injured kobold and ended its life, thrusting one sword through the back of the head of the lizard like creature. He took back his knife and the other one from the other dead kobold. Now back with four knives.

 

[The Gunrunner]

No Party


Tasis reaches out for his wine, gripping the cork with his teeth and twisting the bottle - A satisfying *pop* emits as he frees it. He looks over to the bartender, gesturing with the bottle "I have to think that this inn's being shared by adventurers, judging by the armours and weapons I can see. Are there jobs listed here?"

 

[Fletchr]

No Party


Upon finishing the chicken, Lutolf simply shoved the plate towards the center of the table - He takes a deep, though unecessary, breath before shoving himself back into a standing position, hands once again wrapping around the haft of his halberd. He wanders back over towards the bar, managing to catch the end of Tasis' sentence. He takes up a standing position behind Tasis' himself, leaning forwards slightly, "I ... smell Profit." He wheezes.

 

[shadowz1995]

No Party





"Tch. Fuck it then..." The male simply turned from Sevar as he walked towards the warehouse and headed back to the Tavern. He was patient but this was getting irritating already. These damn mortals should show some respect. Desh didn't attack anyone, didn't insult anyone, and didn't cause any problems. Yet, he was chastised, assaulted, and practically thrown out of an establishment that he was simply drinking in. Same as always....every goddamn time. The vampire walks through the tavern doors once more (with his cloak on) and he takes the seat he was sitting at previously but he sits down with a loud thump. The irritation was clear through his body language since his facial features weren't seen. "Barkeep give me the strongest drink you have. Make it two. I've suddenly lost my patience with this damn place..."

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

No Party


Barthelmor serves the drinks and collects the money. "'Tis like I said earlier. You join the guild, you get quest contracts from me after I get them from whoever wants a problem solved. You take the quest, complete it, and you get paid. Of course, if you're in a group you've gotta decided how to split it, as well as whatever loot you find while you're on the quest." Barthelmor gives Tasis and Myrrh some time to think over the fairly simple details of his quest before posing the question, "Will you join then? A bonus of being in my guild is free room and food. But not alcohol, still gotta' pay for that. If you don't feel like joining, you can't take my quests, all there is to it."


Party2


(Please don't control an enemy or two in the quest unless I say you can)


Party 1


At the opposite end of the tent village they had entered from, stands the caves entrance. It's large enough for the great cat, for now. It's always hard to tell when or if a cave will get too small for a certain party member, if it even will get too small. The sound of orcs shouting echo from within. Once voice is leading, and several others are supplicating themselves to the stronger voice. They must know the party is coming.


Entering the cave, they would have to walk down a sharply descending tunnel, that at the end of it's descent turns away to the right. After a short choke point, the cave opens up in to a large enough cavern to house a couple more Orc homes, and the makeshift assembly of cages the Orcs use as a prison. Five caves, three are occupied. Blocking the way, is six of the greenskinned orc warriors, and another of those grey-green orcs, massive and strong looking. But more dangerous, it looks intelligent compared to it's kin. The Orc raises his hand for them to stop, and barks "Humies and cat turn back now! Our prisoners, and we capture fair square! We sell to city if city give us coins, if not we sell to men from Sharn!" Sharn isn't a place, rather it's an organization of criminals... that nobody in the party would have heard of. "We're leaving with those people freed, and we're not asking for your opinion about it, Orc! Step aside, or be crushed underfoot like the rest of your village!" Lilara points her sword at the Orc threateningly. She will not back down from this.

 

[WrightyNo1]

Party 2


(Okay sorry, won't let it happen again, you control them, sorry again)

 

[JustCallMeAimee]

No Party



"Tch. Fuck it then..." The male simply turned from Sevar as he walked towards the warehouse and headed back to the Tavern. He was patient but this was getting irritating already. These damn mortals should show some respect. Desh didn't attack anyone, didn't insult anyone, and didn't cause any problems. Yet, he was chastised, assaulted, and practically thrown out of an establishment that he was simply drinking in. Same as always....every goddamn time. The vampire walks through the tavern doors once more (with his cloak on) and he takes the seat he was sitting at previously but he sits down with a loud thump. The irritation was clear through his body language since his facial features weren't seen. "Barkeep give me the strongest drink you have. Make it two. I've suddenly lost my patience with this damn place..."

She glanced at the man beside her with a slight raised eyebrow severed by her blinding scar. Sge gestured slightly, "patients is...a difficult thing."

 

[ToothierTurnip5]

Ozhr readies himself for a fight. He nearly forgets about his wound as adrenaline begins to pump through his body. His muscles tense as he gets ready to pounce at the closes Orc. "What is Sharn." He roars, ears pressed against his head.

 

[Dendyne]

Party 1


The huge saber cat kept pace with them staying by Connor's side while they spoke,


"You make it sound like something bad, nothing quite makes you feel alive like really having to fight for it," he said only partly joking as they came upon the mouth of a cave at the far end of the Orc's camp, they could hear voices echoing throughout the hollow den.


The tiefling put a hand on the side of the cave entrance and scoped out the rocky interior, a faint dripping could be heard in the moments the voices were quiet and aside from the crude torch sconces lining the tunnel there was nothing to give off light but as far as he could tell it was not booby-trapped, so he pulled a torch out of it's holder and kept following Lilara down towards the gruff speakers. His followed Lilara down the sharp descent with his spear thudding softly against the stone floor, then around to the right and through a narrow part that opened up into a modest cavern with a couple Orcish homes and just under half a dozen cages. Three of which held prisoners.


Unfortunately between the heroes and the prisoners were no less than six Orc warriors and a last grayish Orc that actually spoke instead of just rushing in swinging wild.


"Okay a ransom is one thing, but slave trading is an unforgivable act.." The tiefling muttered to himself while Lilara threatened the Orcs demanding their prisoners and the Smilodon got down on it's haunches ready to spring forward, it looked like another fight was about to be upon them so Connor leaned his spear against the crook of his shoulder freeing one of his hands so he could open up his waist pouch and retrieve a modest sized bottle of oil with a deep crack running it's length.


"Obviously you know we're very dangerous, otherwise you wouldn't leave us the option to walk away would you?" He stood up as tall as he could without getting on the tips of his toes and puffed his chest up a bit, whether it was for intimidation or his own confidence remained to be seen.


(( Enclosed space, flammable things and enemies outnumbering us? Mondays right? ))

 

[Remmock]

The Gnoll took the bottle, uncorking it effortlessly while he listened. The ear closest to Barthelmoore was swiveled in his direction, only adjusting when the Halfling moved elsewhere to keep the focus upon him. Myrrl then took the bottle and took in a great, heaping mouthful. His eyes reflexively tightened, muscles taut while he sloshed the liquid around in his mouth. Eventually he swallowed it, sighing in relief that the burning sensation was much reduced. He tested his own breath and, assured it didn't smell like meat, smiled in satisfaction.


The Gnoll then capped the bottle and placed it carefully in his pack, making sure it was coddled by a swath of fabric. His gaze swept up toward Barthelmoore, and he nodded in affirmation. "Will work. Adventure." He stood, crossing over to make his mark upon the ledger he had seen out and presented. His mark largely consisted of a rough "M" as well as any other necessary information as best as he could word it. That done, he returned to the place where he had sat and gathered his armor that he had set aside, for it had not been a concern of his that someone might steal it. Who else would it fit?


He replaced the gauntlets upon his clawed hands with a practiced, mechanical swiftness before returning to the barkeep to learn more.

 

[The Gunrunner]

No Party





He tilts the bottle back, filling his mouth with a gulp of wine while the bartender explains. He swallows near the man's end, placing the bottle on the counter - "Is this a very 'binding' agreement, or are we able to leave when we like?"

 

[Fletchr]

No Party


Lutolf shifts his gaze towards the Innkeeper - A rather foolish action on his part, due to the state of his eyes, it's quickly corrected - He tilts his head towards his chest, blocking out the sight of his eyes due in part to the angle itself. He gestures towards Tasis', backing up his question. "I ... am also ... curious." he wheezes, continuing "I assume ... there is some form ... of Punishment ... or penalty?" He asks.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

"Oh, oh oh oh yes, it's a very steep penalty. When you sign to my guild, it's a bind for life, or a thousand gold pieces to get out." But the smirk on Barthelmor's face says otherwise. He laughs at his own white-lie joke, then resumes a more serious approach. "But ah, no. It's more... to keep track of all the adventuring sorts in the city. You may leave the city when you wish, come back when you wish, do as many or as little quest contracts, and if you want to not have your name in the list... just scratch it out." Barthelmor explains, ending with a shrug to show that it's a very non-committal guild. "Er, no. Not entire correct. If you stay at my inn, and you're eating my food for free you'll be requires to either perform at the very least, a contract every month, or other services around the Red Snapper. Helping my chef cook and clean, or cleaning the inn, room services, various other tasks like that."


Party 1


Orcs, even those of a more intelligent persuasion, dislike being asked questions. "We not fight right away because I already sharpen sword today, and I not wanna' do it again" The Orc roars. He draws his Greatsword from the sheathe slung over his back. The entire think, handle and blade all, is six feet long, thick-bladed. The fuller, handle and cross-guard is black. "Stupid overgrown imp annoys me! Sharn no want slave, Sharn want blood!"


The other Orc's follow suit and draw their weapons. Assorted axes and large scimitars.


Party 2


The kobolds turned their spears up, and covered their snouts with their scrawny limbs, squeeling at the morbid missile tosses at them. It strikes one of them, and he stumbles back, yipping angrily. The other gets in a defensive stance again.

 

[ToothierTurnip5]

Party 1


Ozhr watches the exchange between Lilara and the orcs. He growls the whole time, in a pouncing position. He roars when the orcs draw their weapons. His muscles tense as he gets ready to strike, he waits to see if the will follow suit before he pounces and gets surrounded by 7 orcs.

 

[Fletchr]

No Party


Lutolf's head rolls to the right as the Innkeeper speaks - At first in obvious surprise, then in very slight irritation as the joke is being made at his expense. He lets out a grumbling sigh before gesturing towards the counter-top. "Where ... do I sign?" He asks, his right hand preemptively dropping from the haft of the Halberd.

 

[The Gunrunner]

No Party





Tasis glances over to his partner, then back over to the inn-keeper. "Aye, I'll sign too. Are there any jobs to take right away once our joining's been done?"

 

[shadowz1995]

( @Foxgirl Jay hey I interacted with Barth?)

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

@shadowz1995[/URL] Barthelmor thought it best to not waste words. I should have mentioned that in the post though. I'm also, still trying to think of a way that they can accept adventuring with a vampire.)

 

[shadowz1995]

(Yeaaah that would have helped haha.)

 

[Dendyne]

Party 1


Connor didn't like the idea of them taking the 7 Orcs on by themselves but it wasn't looking like Lilara was going to turn back now and that 'oversized imp' comment made a good case for him to shove his spear up that pompous Orc's arse.


"Sharn wants blood eh? Well we don't want to go disappointing them now, do we?" he quipped cocking his arm back and launching the bottle of oil at one of the green skinned Orcs on the right in a smooth, fluid motion. Without a moment's hesitation he had hurled the torch along the same path then took hold of his spear. Lowering it's point to their chests he crouched slightly ready to spring forward and stab at whoever came for him first.

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

(@The Gunrunner @Fletchr Feh, sorry. Thread didn't show your posts earlier for some reason. :/ )


"Just sign your name in the book, on the list wherever you please. As for quests... unfortunately no, not right away. They've all been taken. There's likely some to be in tomorrow morning or afternoon. I'm sure there'll be work for a couple of eager young men such as yourselves! And perhaps I can find something for... For a Vampire. And certainly a gnoll with such proper manners!"


(I hadn't expected so many people to join, I didn't have anything planned for a potential third party to form >3< Though keep in mind, for RP time it's rather late at night.)


Party 1


The oil and fire set one of the Orcs to a screaming, thrashing blaze. The two on either side of that Orc jumped away to avoid their alight flailing comrade.


Liara sets her sights to one of those Orcs that was near to Connor. She gets in to the fray with a quick shield-charge, bashing the metal with a vibrating ding against the Orcs face. He'd tried to block with his axe, but all it ended up doing was sending the haft against the Orcs face as well. Shield part to the side, a strong stab inwards. Two Orcs felled.

 

[WrightyNo1]

Party 2


"Ugh, fine," Reeve groaned as he sheathed his swords and grabbed his knives once again. It seemed being at range was the best way to deal with these things, but his ranged ability was limited. Reeve threw both of the knives accurately at the two kobolds and drew his swords after he threw them both. He hoped that the knives would at least injure the things

 

[ToothierTurnip5]

Ozhr watched one of the orcs go up in flames while Liara fought off another orc. Two orcs down, five to go. Ozhr noticed Liara's selection of targets, get rid of the immediate threats to Conner. He pounced at the next nearest orc to Connor. His full 1,800 lbs knocked into the orc, throwing him off his feet. He clamped his jaws around the orc's neck, digging his claws into it's chest. The orc thrashed for a few moments until lack of oxygen and blood loss got the better of him. Ozhr looked up from the corpse to see two orcs running at him, swinging their axes. He could only take on one of them. He roared, ready to fight them to the end.