Pat
Henchman
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Post by Pat on Nov 5, 2012 22:50:26 GMT -5
Lombdas
It's a this moment that Lombdas resumed to eat his plate of cheese. He really thought that Arom would have his throat slit by the bare hands of this "person". Taking a sip of the tart wine in the wooden cup, he stares at the unnamed half-orc that's too close for comfort. Setting his cup gently on the table, he speaks: Graveshroud died fighting for and with us. I can openly say that he was a friend. Let's take a step back and introduce ourself. My name is Lombdas Sparrowvine and we seek adventure and honor. What's your name my friend?
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Post by Xerses on Nov 6, 2012 8:43:39 GMT -5
Xorag Deathshade
"Is everyone you meet your friend, or is it simply that you need to feel accepted by strangers that you need to call them friend?" Xorag says smiling slyly. "I am Xorag, for now that should suffice as information about me. I am curious as to how the cleric died and why he was with you."
Xorag takes a long pull on his tankard of ale, wipes the spit and dripping drink from his face with the back of his hand and releases a deep, roaring belch. "Ahhhhhhh. Praise be to Yig. That was good." He then snorts hard, coughs one back and spits a large green gob onto the floor. Looking back at Lombdas with interest, he says "Now, tell me what happened to the cleric."
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Post by Lexx on Nov 6, 2012 9:33:50 GMT -5
Varick
We have been polite, and you have made it clear that you do not want to join us. Graveshroud is dead, you'll have to do business with someone else. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have our own business to discuss.
Varick walks back to the bar, expecting his companions to leave Xorag alone and join him.
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Post by georges on Nov 6, 2012 12:26:04 GMT -5
Arom
Without saying a word, pushing the ale away from me, I get up and I join Varick back at the bar. Before sitting down, I grab a chair/stool that I use as a weapon in case things get ugly.
I want to order something to eat but I prefer to wait to see how that annoying character reacts.
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Post by Xerses on Nov 7, 2012 8:51:27 GMT -5
Xorag Deathshade
Looking at Lombdas, Xorag offers an expression of confusion. "I do not understand your friends. They abandon you at this table after I offer you all ale and the opportunity to tell me an interesting story! You would think I had offended a maid by slapping her behind! Are you the only one who is willing to tell me what happened to the cleric?" He then takes another swig from his tankard of ale as he waits for a response.
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Pat
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Post by Pat on Nov 7, 2012 20:36:37 GMT -5
Lombdas
I look at Arom and Varick leaving the table and I slowly turn my attention to the mug of ale that the lady servant left next to my cup of wine. I pick up the mug of ale and bring it close to my face. I stare and examine the golden liquid. I lift my eyes to see that Xorag is still looking at me. I then bring the mug down on the table and push it in of the corner.
Thank you for the ale but it lacks the quality of good company. As you can see, my friends and I are in no mood of being bullied by the type of you. If you must know, the cleric Graveshroud was killed by a black widow. Staying very serious I add: Not the kind that you would slap her behind.
I reach my plate of cheese and take a piece of it followed by a short sip of my wine. Unless you change your attitude, please be gone with your business and let me and my friends recover from our wounds. If you want to propose an adventure to do as a team, I will listen...
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Post by georges on Nov 8, 2012 12:01:20 GMT -5
Arom
Arom, with a big smile, orders some food and drink.
(( 2gp worth, includes 1sp tip ))
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Post by georges on Nov 8, 2012 21:29:39 GMT -5
Arom
Xorag, isn't it?
Why don't you join us and tell us a bit more about you?
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Post by Lexx on Nov 9, 2012 10:36:36 GMT -5
Varick
Varick nudges Arom and says Leave the man alone, he made it clear that he wants nothing to do with us. He told you that he is no friend of yours and that his business is his own. He offered only his first name, but yet expects us to tell all. Lombdas told him everything he wanted, now let's find people to join our group so that we can get going.
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Post by Xerses on Nov 9, 2012 12:16:01 GMT -5
Xorag Deathshade
Still sitting in his backwards facing chair, Xorag reaches over to the tankard of ale that Lombdas pushed aside, drinks it down with one long gulp and slams it down on the table, empty. Tapping his chest with one large, clenched hand he releases a huge belch that is loud enough to wake Graveshroud from his grave! "Holy sh*t that was good! If you will not drink the other three ales, then I will."
He looks towards Varick and burps out the first two words "I never said I was not a friend... and I never said I was." Pointing at Lombdas "I merely indicated that your comerade here seems to greet strangers as if they were all his friends. What you interpret into that is not my problem." Looking at the four of them standing at the bar he continues "If a name is what you require in order to speak, then you shall have it." Xorag rises with a slight wobble and stands on his chair as if he were presenting in front of a hundred men and proclaims, "I am Xorag Deathshade, slayer of enemies, shadow of death in the night, servant of the almighty Yig who rules all men and beasts and overrules all lesser gods!" He pauses, descends from his soapbox and grabs another of the tankards from the table, takes a mouthful and swallows. With ale dripping from one corner of his mouth he continues. " As to my business... That is a matter between Yig, the Cleric and myself. All that needs to be known is that the Cleric's services are imperative and required. Now that I know the Cleric is dead, a problem poses itself and I will need a solution. The solution is another Cleric of Yig."
Taking another large gulp from his second tankard, he sits at the table in one of the vacant chairs. "You seek adventure... I seek a Cleric... You seek a new member...... I may have a drunk coming on, but an idea has just hit me like a mace in the head! I could join your little group, I could help you and you could help me." He empties his tankard; with one hand he slams it on the table, with his other hand he grabs a third ale and looks back at the group. "I don't need to know your history, or your ideals, or your gods. It may be interesting, it may not be, either way I don't really care. If Graveshroud Rotbone was with you, that is all I need to know to trust that you are worthy fighters. It could be much fun and rewarding and can help me reach another cleric. It would benefit you to have me, that is no doubt."
Xorag then turns his attention to his ales and waits.
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