Grit's Tavern (Hamlet)

[Castaras]

A passing low level necromancer turns the 1337 speaker into a zombie. It lurches back into the tavern.

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[Kyral]

Atriuls grabs the knife and laughs, then tosses it to Evistal. "Y'might want to go sharpen it. Throwing it into the wall several hundred times sort of dulled it." He jerks a thumb at the wall. "Might want to go get a new wall, too."

[Xaspian]

Nameless leaves.

[Castaras]

The leet zombie reminds reality it is still standing there.

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[Xaspian]

Seran walks in, carrying a bunch of leaflets. He notices the zombie, and attempts to turn it.

[Castaras]

The zombie gets turned around. It stares out of the window rather than at Seran.

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[Xaspian]

Seran kicks the zombie.

Stupid thing...

[Castaras]

The zombie collapses and crumbles into dust.

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And then there was silence.

[Xaspian]

Seran starts handing round leaflets for the Chapel.

[AmberVael]

Nial comes into the tavern, too lazy to copy his description from the Hamlet thread. He scratches at his beard and loosk around.

[Kyral]

Atriuls, noticing Seran and Nial, grins and runs up to each, handing them one of the small flyers and plastering a fake smile over his face. "Please, come to the God of Justice's General Store and Inn, or Kemkull himself will smite your heathen souls!"

[AmberVael]

Nial takes the flyer with a scowl and looks over it, then gives Atriuls a piercing look with his remaining eye.

[Kyral]

Atriuls is completely unfazed by the glare. Potential customers are potential customers, after all. The sappy smile remains on his face. "No, really."
The flyer reads, Come To The God of Justice's General Store And Inn! Kemkull Himself Commands It!"

[AmberVael]

Nial waves the flyer at Atriuls.
Are you a priest of this god?

[Kyral]

Atriuls makes an attempt to control his temper, but fails terribly. Grabbing a knife from his belt, he begins stabbing it repeatedly into the bar. "No! I - am - the - God - of - Justice!"
A bored voice echoes from the sky. "And this is where our views differ."
"No - one - asked - you!"

[AmberVael]

Nial's eye narrows and he speaks again in his grating, harsh, and serious voice.
What are you?
One of his hands rests on a sword.

[Kyral]

Atriuls turns angrily, flinging the knife into its sheath. "Hell, why is this even your business?"

[AmberVael]

I am Nial the hunter. I search for my prey, constantly.
Nial eyes him critically.

[Kyral]

"Well, there's an intelligent answer." Atriuls rolls his eyes, the sarcasm in his voice impossible to ignore. "One can only guess that you think I'm your prey because I handed you a flyer."

[AmberVael]

Listen, mad man. You have already made me suspicious. Don't make me lose my temper as well.
Nial scowls at him and orders a drink from one of the NPCs.

[Kyral]

"And how have I made you suspicous?" Atriuls slowly unsheathes his knife. "Is handing a flyer to you enough to make you angry?"

[AmberVael]

Put your knife away, boy. It wouldn't do you any good.
Nial swallows a gulp of ale and ignores his questioning.

[Kyral]

Atriuls laughs at the choice of words. "Boy. Hehe." He unsheathes the knife with a ringing sound and spins it in his hand by the hilt. "You've made me angry now, you pitiful fool."

[AmberVael]

Nial looks at him with a hint of disdain.
I don't believe I need to fight you.

[Kyral]

"Now, calling me a mad man isn't really the best way to go about not fighting me."

[AmberVael]

Don't take offense at the truth.
Nial finishes off his beer and turns around to face Atriuls, still sitting down.
Look, I've stared death in the eye more than once, gotten to know guy pretty well. I usually know when I'm gonna meet him again, and it ain't now. Shut up and sit down before you get hurt.
Nial's eye remains on him, eyeing his every move.

[Xaspian]

Seran walks over.

Please visit our chapel, worshippers of any gods welcome.

He pushes a leaflet towards Atriuls and Nial, grinning obliviously.

[Deadly]

Schnick walks in, a bit hurried and looks around. Seeing the statue is still there he looks relieved and walks over to sit next to it. A large mug of Dragonbite Bitter and some dried buffalo meat, please. he says and searches his pockets for coins

[Kyral]

Atriuls snickers. "I, as a god, have been death to many. And I'm not even sure if death can get hurt." He takes a step forwards just as Seran pushes a leaflet into his hand. He looks down at it with a raised eyebrow and thumbs through it. "What?"

[Xaspian]

Seran looks at Atriuls.

Are you a follower of any religion, sir?

[AmberVael]

Nial shakes his head and looks down at the leaflet with anothe scowl.

[Deadly]

Schnick counts his remaining money with a frown while drinking his ale

[Kyral]

Atriuls chuckles. "D'you mind if I don't answer that?"

[AmberVael]

Nial stands up and goes outside. He leans against the wall and listens to everyone in the tavern.

[Xaspian]

It's your afterlife ...

He turns and hands a leaflet to Schnick

The gods can be your friends!
He sounds as if this is a catchphrase of sorts.

[Deadly]

Schnick sighs and leans against the statue You know what, dear? This is turning out to be our least successful adventure yet. Unless there's some kind of miracle we're actually going to lose money from it, and we didn't even get what we came there for. he mutters, obviously directed at the statue

He then takes the leaflet and looks it over

[Xaspian]

The leaflets advertise the recently arrived chapel, explaining the various services it offers. It also contains a small note on the back asking for donations to the construction cost.

Seran stands there, smiling.

[Deadly]

Schnick smiles and looks up from the leaflet Thanks. I'm afraid I'm a bit low on funds right now, but I'll keep it in mind. I'm sure I'll be needing your services a lot once poor Stick gets depetrified. he says and folds the leaflet before pocketing it

[Xaspian]

Seran bows slightly, and hands leaflets to other patrons of the tavern.

[Deadly]

Schnick finishes his ale and walks outside.

[Lord Magtok]

"Joe" comes out of a coma, and heads out the door.

[AmberVael]

Nial sighs and sits down, waiting.

[Xaspian]

Seran, having run out of leaflets, leaves the tavern.

[Deadly]

Schnick walks back inside and looks around, wondering about all these strange people showing up in such a tiny place. Now that's a mystery... perhaps I should look into it. he mutters to himself

[Kyral]

Atriuls yawns and waves to Shnick. "Ahoy. I've finished the inn, at last."

[Deadly]

Schnick smiles I saw. I've been meaning to come by and rent a room, since sleeping where you stand is a bit uncomfortable, but every time something's gotten in the way it seems.

[Kyral]

"Alright, then. I'll give you a dis-" He stops himself halfway through 'discount'. "-proportionate room. Yes. A little larger than most rooms."

[Deadly]

That sounds nice. I guess I might as well pay you now, how much would a room cost?

[Kyral]

"Three silver a night for a one-bed room." Atriuls stands. "Come to think of it, I should make the fact that there's an inn in this town even more inescapable."

[Deadly]

Schnick hands him 3 silver coins How?

[Kyral]

"Oh, I don't know...a giant blinking sign reading 'Come to God of Justice's Inn and General Store or Kemkull will eat your soul?'"
"You realize, of course, that you're reducing my reputation in this town to a pile of mule crap?" Says the voice.
"And getting publicity at the same time. Life is sweet."

[Deadly]

Schnick shakes his head I'm not sure how much attention you can get around here. Despite the odd increse of people lately, there still aren't that many.

[Kyral]

"Huh...maybe I should try working with NPCs. Offering to save them from bloodthirsty PC villains who want to show their power to other PCs by obliterating NPCs."

[Deadly]

I guess you could try that. he says and orders a new beer.

[Kyral]

"I suppose one of my advantages will be being the only inn out there at the moment..." He sighs and orders a rum. "...unless that other tower gives me competition..."

[Deadly]

I don't think so, but I guess you never know.

[Kyral]

Atriuls nods and sips his rum, looking out the window.

[Deadly]

Schnick stands up and walks out, dragging the statue with him.

[Kyral]

Atriuls sighs and leaves the Tavern, tossing a coin to Evistal.

[Deadly]

Schnick walks in, takes a seat and orders a Dragonbite Bitter

[hr]
After sitting there for a long time he stands up and walks out.

[AmberVael]

Nial pulls out of his trance and scowls, then draws out his dagger. He looks around, then gives himself a good cut on the arm and carefully cleans his dagger before heading off towards the chapel.[hr]Nial comes in a while later and sits in the back, tightly bandaging his arm and investigating his potentially broken ribs.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*A heavily cloaked man of medium height walks in, shifting instinctively to a defensive stance as he sees a kobold and relaxes with a chuckle when he sees its washing glasses. He grabs a seat at the bar and looks to see what good ale they have.*

*He gives a worried glance at Nial.* "You okay?"

[AmberVael]

Not really. I got in a bit of a fight.
Nial's arm is neatly bandaged and set now.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

"Yeesh. This seemed like such a nice and quiet place, too. Goblins? Howlers? Step on a blink dog's tail?"

*he orders a Dragon'sbite bitter, and chats a bit with the elven waiter*

[AmberVael]

No, none of them. I am afraid I have the urgent need to leave, so if you'll excuse me...
Nial stands and bows very shortly to the knight, abbreviating it due to his injury, then leaves.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*he nods in return to the bow and thinks I hope he took care of it. It looked kinda nasty." *He checks his longsword, and fiddles with it, subconsciously as he remembers old battles.*

[Deadly]

Schnick comes in, dragging along the statue. He sighs and sets it down, orders a Dragonbite bitter and sits down next to it. It's times like these I wish I had a potion of Bulls Strength. he mutters

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

*The cloaked fellow, sheathes his longsword and walks over to Schnick, and extends his gloved hand in the traditional humaniod greeting known as shaking in greeting.* "Hello I'm Antonari. I'm new to this place and trying to find my way around and hopefully stumble across a powerful but not evil spellcaster. I'll buy your drink if you can help me out."

[Deadly]

Schnick smiles and returns the greeting Thank you, my name is Schnick. I'm looking for a wizard myself, but there appears to be a lack of them around here. Might I ask what you need a spellcaster for, I can cast a few spells, so I might be able to help?

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

"I, ah, need a curse removed, but its a powerful curse."

[Deadly]

Schnick sighs and looks down a bit Oh... I have bad experiences with removing curses. The last time I tried, the scroll I was using turned out to be cursed as well...

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

"Oh no. What happened?"

[Deadly]

He sighs and shakes his head Poor Stick here, he points at the statue Was bit by a werewolf. After careful consideration we decided to cure the lycanthropy... thinking that you can always get bit by a werewolf, but can't always remove the curse... Anyway, we bought a scroll and used it. It didn't really have the desired effect.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

"That's terrible! And you want a wizard to try to reverse the petrification then?"

[Deadly]

Yes, though the petrification is not really related to the werewolf matter. That was a long time ago. We met a gorgon on our last adventure, and Stick was a bit unlucky. She seems to attract misfortune.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

"I'm sorry to hear of her conditions. If you need my aid, I am a somewhat skilled swordsman, but I've never tested my skill against a gorgon or a werewolf yet."

[Deadly]

You're welcome to join us on our next adventure. Time will tell what it'll be. he grins and sips his ale Adventure, that's what life is about.

[Kyral]

Atriuls walks in and yawns, nodding to Shnick and taking a seat at the bar. "I'll have some hashbrowns and a cup of Bai Hao Yinzhen tea." Evistal confesses that he doesn't know how to make the latter request. Atriuls half-smiles. "Well, you'd better figure out how to in about...three and a half minutes."
Evistal dashes off.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

"I'll drink to that. The feel of combat, the clang of steel on steel, there's something about it."

[Deadly]

And not to forget the thrill of discovering new and mysterious places, uncovering strange things and meeting odd people. Adventure has it all.

[Kyral]

Evistal charges out of the kitchen with a glass of Bai Hao Yinzhen and a plate of hashbrowns. Atriuls looks at them, then up at the elf. "Unusually punctual." He takes a sip of the tea, then tosses it on the floor in disgust. "I'll have to talk to your employer about this." Evistal hangs his head, and, breathing heavily, trods back into the kitchen.
Atriuls looks over at Shnick and takes a bite of one of the hashbrowns. " 'Hoy, d'you know what's going on with that Chapel place?"

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

"yeah. Adventurering has it all."

"Chapel?"

[Deadly]

Schnick looks over at Atriuls They're working, that's all I know so far.

[Kyral]

The man nods at Antanari. "Aye, some folks seem to be building a chapel where worshippers from all deities are welcome...they went to buy some building tools fromme this morning." He nods and takes a bite of another hashbrown. "Had to make 'em sign a form saying they wouldn't open anything that could put the inn out of business. And thenI found a bunch of blood-stained coins on the counter that looked like they were left by them." He swallows the hashbrown. "It's strange."

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

A chapel for ALL deities? That's odder than blood stained coins? Think its one of those evil cults or robbers attacking a well protected donation bin?

*He extends a gloved hand to Atruils* "Nice to meet you, by the way. "

[Kyral]

Atriuls shrugs. "I've no idea." He raises an eyebrow and shakes Antanari's hand. "Uh...same here. Atriuls. You?"

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

"Antonari Rhinon." *Seeing the raised eyebrow, he grins* "Don't worry, I'm not evil, despite the creepy cloaked appearance. I'm just self-conscience."

[Kyral]

"Self-conscious? I wouldn't wear the robes, then." He chuckles and turns back to his hashbrowns. "So, what brings you to this boring lump of a village?"

[Kyral]

After waiting a day and night for Antanari to respond, Atriuls shrugs and finishes off his hashbrowns. Thinking that he'd better head down to that Chapel place and make sure that they're holding up their end of the deal, he stands, flings a coin at Evistal out of boredom, and walks out the door, whistling.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

(sorry Kyral, we closed early and then when I got home I was blindsided by projects and other responsibilities.)

"I wear the robes, so I won't be so self-conscious"

*Antonari looks up from his thoughts, and sees that the man has left, he curses his rudeness but goes back to relaxing*

[Kyral]

((It's fine. Happens to all of us.))

[Deadly]

Schnick wakes up, orders something to drink and sighs

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

"worried about your...sister?"

[Deadly]

Schnick smiles She's my wife, actually. But yes, I don't really want her to stay a statue.

[Castaras]

Eria walks in and buys a drink. She takes a seat and stares out of the window.

[Xaspian]

A couple of Chapel Workers enter. They buy drinks, and sit in a corner.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

"That truly is a great loss."

*he nods in greeting to the newcomers*

[Deadly]

Indeed. Although if I don't find a wizard soon I can always drag her to the nearest city... would be a hell of a trip with a statue on the back, but could be the only choice.

[Castaras]

Eria smiles faintly at Antonario, before staring out of the window again.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

"Have you tried buying a scroll from a real magic shoppe? Does this little hamlet have a magic shoppe?"

[Deadly]

Well, there is a general store, and a wizard did move in some days ago but he fell asleep while I was talking to him and I haven't seen him since. I wouldn't really be able to cast such a powerful spell from a scroll, however.

[Castaras]

Eria slowly dozes off.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

"never an easy solution. Well, I'd better head out, myself. I'll see ya later."
*Antonari dpays for his drinks and leaves*

(time to get home. See ya Ilias)

[Lord Magtok]

'Joe' (who is in my sig) re-enters the tavern, and orders a drink.

[Nevrmore]

Murphy runs over to Joe.

"Joe Joe! Joe Joe! Have you seen my pet??" He says, shoving the jar of gas that is Josephine into his face.

[Lord Magtok]

Wha-? Yeah, I did alriddy. I was dere when you got it. Now git it outta my face.

[Nevrmore]

"Pet her! She says she wants to be petted!" Says the bear enthusiastically.

[Lord Magtok]

Fine. Joes says, mildly annoyed.

He pets the side of the jar several times, and then tries to push it aeay from his face.

[Nevrmore]

"Whee! Uncle Joe petted you, Josey!" Murphy says gleefully. He tucks the jar into his coat pocket and leans over to whisper in the gunslinger's ear, "I named her after you!"

[Lord Magtok]

Umm...'kay, then...

Suddenly, Joe gets an idea.

Does Josey want to go find some lumber for Uncle Joe so he can have a house in this little town?

[Nevrmore]

"OOH! OOH! LET ME ASK!" Murphy says, pulling the jar out of his pocket, "Does baby bear want to help Unc-unc build a house?" He says, then presses his ursine ear against the glass of the jar, as if he can hear it.

"SHE SAYS YES!!!" He says, jumping up and down in a manner that a bear should never be able to.

[Lord Magtok]

Joe backs a few feet away for safety purposes.

Good, cuz I didn't want to have to head to an inn everyday. Do you know where we can find a forest, or a good buildin' spot?

[Nevrmore]

"There's a forest somewhere. Josephine knows the way better than I do!" Murphy proceeds to bend over and set the jar on its side. He spins it on its axis and lets it rotate for a good while before it stops, pointing roughly South. "That way! Josey says it's that way!"

[Castaras]

Eria wakes up and looks round the room.

[Kyral]

A cane slowly reaches into the room, tapping along the floor. Behind it, a man enters, carrying it and looking around the room with eyes that seem focused on nothing. He carefully navigates about several NPCs and a few tables while seemingly using the cane to position himself, sitting down at the bar with a smile. "Bartender?"

[Castaras]

Eria watches the man.

[Kyral]

Evistal, who is standing several feet out of the man's gaze, raises an eyebrow. "Sir?"
"I should like a nice white tea. And some pork." The man does not redirect his gaze to look at Evistal.
Evistal sighs and walks off into the kitchen.

[Castaras]

Eria looks at the man, and smiles slightly, hands un-tensing.

[Kyral]

Evistal returns with the tea and pork, placing it in front of the man along with utensils. "Your meal, sir." The man smiles and feels around until he finds the cup of tea, then takes a long sip from it. Without looking at Eria, he places the cup on the bar and nods. "Hello, miss."

[Castaras]

Good day.

Eria looks out of the window.

[Deadly]

Schnick wakes up with a yawn and looks around before ordering a cup of coffee

[Kyral]

"Might I ask your name?" The man takes another sip of his tea.

[Castaras]

'tis Eria.

She turns back to the man.

May have the honour of yours?

[Kyral]

"I've been decorated with many names and titles..." He sips his tea and takes a bite of his pork. "I prefer Chiyo Haruka."

[Castaras]

Then Chiyo it is.

[Kyral]

He chuckles. "Chiyo is the name of my family...I, myself, am Haruka. Though if you wanted to refer to me as Chiyo..." He shrugs, then sips his tea. "Well met, Eria."

[Castaras]

Eria smiles, and falls asleep.

[Deadly]

Schnick looks up from his thoughts and sighs. He orders a Dragonbite Bitter and looks out a window.

[Kyral]

Haruka sips at his tea and takes a bite of his pork, looking straight ahead.

[Deadly]

Schnick walks up to the bar and sits down Some dried buffalo, please. he says to Evistal and hands the elf a few coins.

[Kyral]

"Dried buffalo..." Haruka sips at his tea. "...one dish I've never heard of..."

[Deadly]

Schnick smiles and turns to Haruka You don't see it a lot, but it's rather tasty.

[Kyral]

"Hmm...I might try that. Bartender. Some 'dried buffalo' and a good whiskey." Evistal sighs and hurries off to the kitchen to fetch Haruka's food.

[Deadly]

Schnick nods Good choice. I'm Schnick, by the way.

[Kyral]

"Shnick." Haruka is still facing away from Shnick, looking over the bar. "I suppose I am Chiyo Haruka."

[Deadly]

You suppose?

[Kyral]

"Well, yes...I've been addressed as many different things..." He gestures at the sleeping Eria without looking at her. "I told Eria that my name was Chiyo Haruka...so I suppose that will be my name whenever I am in this village."

[Deadly]

Schnick nods Ah. So, what brings you here?

[Lord Magtok]

"Joe" comes out of a drunken coma, and staggers out the door.

[Kyral]

"Hmm...well...I don't really think I remember."

[Deadly]

That's not good, I suppose.

[Kyral]

"Well, it all depends on how you look at being in a drunken daze." He chuckles. "I suppose I wouldn't view that as 'not good'."

[Deadly]

Schnick grins Ah yes, atleast not as bad as falling down a cliff and smashing your head against a rock, or getting clubbed by an ogre or having your memory erased by a mad wizard.

[Kyral]

"Well, yes." He smiles. "Though I view a drunken daze as a good thing. I suppose I must have gotten drunk and wandered off. I awoke on the borders of this village, and came inside. So here I am."

[Deadly]

Schnick sips his ale Sounds like fun.

[Kyral]

"Drinking is fun." He sips his tea and sighs. "And having a cup of tea afterwards usually cures me of any...side effects."

[Deadly]

That's practical.

[Kyral]

"Well, when you practice Zi Quan it is." He takes a large swig of the whiskey that's just been placed in front of him by Evistal. "And what brings you to this village, Shnick?"

[Deadly]

Well, I was exploring nearby with my wife Stick. We ran into a gorgon and Stick was petrified. I found this place when searching for a wizard to remove the petrification. Unfortunatly I haven't found a wizard yet.

[Kyral]

"Hmm. I'm sorry to hear that." He takes another swig of his whiskey and takes a bite of the dried buffalo. "This is good...well, you're bound to find one soon. In every town I've been in so far, there's at least one mad wizard."

[Deadly]

Schnick smiles I'm surprised I haven't found one yet. As you say, there's always a mad wizard around... except here it seems. I do hope to find one that's not too mad, though.

[Kyral]

"That'd be useful." He finishes his bottle of whiskey and smiles a little drunkenly, taking a rather large bite of the buffalo jerky. "So, what's in this village besides the Tavern?"

[Deadly]

Well... there's an inn and general store. It's owner seems to be slightly mad, but it's nice when you want a proper place to rest. Then there's a chapel being built, for all religions I hear. There's a wizard too, but he fell asleep when I talked to him and I don't think he's woken up yet.

[Kyral]

"Sounds like an...interesting place. I might look at that Chapel later."

[Deadly]

Schnick nods and orders another ale I'm sure I'll be visiting it regularly in the future.

[Kyral]

"Do you practice a religion, then?" He tears off a chunk of the dried buffalo and orders another bottle of whiskey.

[Deadly]

He shakes his head slightly Not really. I pay respect to the gods, but I don't see why I should depend on them for anything. I live by my own wit and whatever luck I can get.

[Kyral]

"Huh...I seeeee..." It becomes slowly clear that Haruka is becoming drunk as they speak. He takes another swig of the whiskey.

[Deadly]

Schnick smiles and sips his ale

[Kyral]

His face slowly becomes flushed, and he quickly takes another swig. "So, aaaaaah..." He thinks, then chuckles. "Hehehe...I forgot."

[Deadly]

Schnick grins That can happen.

[Kyral]

He downs the rest of the bottle, whiskey dribbling down his chin. With a shaking hand, he places the bottle on the bar. "Hehe...uh-huh. This...this one time...I was talking, and, I..forgot what I wanted to say..." He giggles, as if what he said was just humorous in some way.

[Deadly]

Maybe you'll remember it later. And if you don't I bet it wasn't important.

[Kyral]

"Hehe...uh...yeah..." He calls out, "Bartender...'noooother bottle!"

[Deadly]

Schnick nods at Evistal Another one for me too. and throws her some coins.

The door goes up and a woman walks in. She pulls back the hood of her dark robe and looks around. Her hair is long and black, her skin pale and her eyes green. There's something slightly elven about her figure, though she's obviously not an elf. Her expression is strangely emotionless.

The woman sighs slightly and sits down at the bar A glass of Elven aleeian wine. she says slowly and hands over some coins.

[Kyral]

Haruka takes the new bottle and grins, hands shaking. He gulps down the entire thing in a few minutes, and sits, laughing. "Wow...I see swirlies. I must be the first blind man to see swiiiirrrrrlllliiiies."

[Deadly]

Schnick smiles I'm sure you are. and takes a swig of his ale.

The woman sips her wine silently, not paying attention to the two.

[Kyral]

Haruka tips over in his chair and feels around for his cane. Finding it, he grabs it and stands, shaking. "Ooh...they're everywhere now..." He stumbles backwards but manages to catch his balance.

[Deadly]

Schnick looks at him Better hope they are friendly, then.

The woman pulls out a small book and flips through the pages.

[Kyral]

"Yup. Uhhhh-huuuuh." He giggles and begins stumbling backwards and forwards around the room.

[Deadly]

Schnick chuckles Maybe you should sit down.

The woman looks up briefly at him, shakes her head slightly, then return to her book.

[Kyral]

"You're...*hic*...right...don't want the swirlies to get me!" Searching about with his cane for the chair, he navigates his way back. Swaying, he sits back down and grins. "I wonder why the swirlies want to get me..."

[Deadly]

Schnick grins Maybe they are jealous.

The woman rolls her eyes

[Kyral]

He laughs. "Jealous? Hehe. Maybe they're jealous of my dashing chaaaaaaarrrrm."

[Deadly]

Schnick laugh Yeah, that must be it. and orders another drink.

[hr]
The woman closes her book and leaves. Schnick falls asleep after drinking a bit too much.

[Lord Magtok]

'Joe' returns to the tavern, and proceeds to get himself drunk off his arse.

[Deadly]

Nyalee walks in and sits down at the bar, her expression still completely emotionless. She orders a glass of wine and sips it slowly.

[hr]
After finishing her drink she leaves again.

[Castaras]

Eria wakes up, and gets up and leaves.

[Kyral]

Haruka awakes at the bar. He closes his eyes and groans, putting a hand to his forehead. "White Tea, bartender. Bai Hao Yinzhen."

[Lord Magtok]

'Joe' comes out of a drunken coma, recites the alphabet backwards to test himself for intoxication, and after reciting it perfectly, he heads out the door with plans for a home.

[Deadly]

Nyalee walks in and sits at the bar with her usual emotionless expression. She orders a glass of wine and sips it silently.

[Kyral]

Chiyo, without looking at Nyalee, nods and takes a sip of his tea. "Good morning, miss."

[Deadly]

Nyalee nods a bit, not looking at him Good morning.

[Kyral]

"I only arrived a day or two ago; might I inquire your name?" He sips his tea and places the mug down on the counter.

[Deadly]

She sips her wine, still not looking at him Nyalee.

[Kyral]

"Nyalee. Hmm." He yawns and finishes his tea, not asking further.

[Deadly]

Nyalee continues to sip her wine in silence.

Schnick wakes up from his coma with a yawn and looks around the room, blinking at the light

[hr]
After a while, Schnick stands up and goes to get a room, dragging the statue along with him.

Nyalee sips the last of her wine and leaves as well.

[Deadly]

Schnick comes back in, along with the statue and sits down at the bar with a sigh. A Dragonbite Bitter and some dried buffalo.

[Lord Magtok]

'Joe' returns to the tavern, and his player waits behind the fourth wall to see if anyone will post soon.

[Kyral]

Haruka waves the bartender over. "I'll have a nice bottle of your best whiskey."

[Lord Magtok]

I'll have any old beer and a make it quick, I 'ave to find the sheriff of this hamlet, an' find out if he's recruitin'.

[Kyral]

The bartender brings Haruka a bottle of whiskey. He takes a gulp of it and grins, tossing the bottle in his hand.

[Lord Magtok]

'Joe' takes a large gulp of his beer and turns to Haruka:You wouldn't happen to know where the lawmen o' this place can be found, would ya?

[Kyral]

Without looking at Joe, Haruka nods. "Just arrived a few days ago. An' since then, I've spent every day in this Tavern."

[Lord Magtok]

Know anyone who'd know? If not, I'll go start my own mercenary bizzness. Someun' needs to keep this little place free o' outlaws.

[Kyral]

"True that, stranger." He takes another swig of his whiskey. "No, I don't know anyone who would know, but if you're looking to start a group of mercenaries, I'd be there."

[Lord Magtok]

I got a place recently where we could hold convicts, and stuff. It's real nice, and just fell right outta the sky when I was right about to start buildin' a home in the area. Freakishly convienient, I know. I could build a few cells, an' we'd be all set.

'Joe' takes another swig of his beer, and grins.
Heck, this all sounds so perfect. I must be wasted as hell fer everything to be runnin' so smoothly. Now I actually hope there aren't lawmen in this place.

[Kyral]

Haruka laughs. "That is convenient. Well, hust call me down when you're ready to start the business." And with that, he drinks himself into a stupor.

[Lord Magtok]

'Kay, then. Wait...I forgot introductions. I'm Joe, ad you are..?

He extends his arm for a handshake.

[Kyral]

Still staring straight ahead, Haruka doesn't seem to notice the hand. "Haruka. Chiyo Haruka. Nice t'meet you, Joe."

[Deadly]

Nyalee comes in and sits down at the bar. She pulls out a small book and orders a glass of wine while flipping through the pages.

[Lord Magtok]

Still staring straight ahead, Haruka doesn't seem to notice the hand. "Haruka. Chiyo Haruka. Nice t'meet you, Joe."

Well mister Haruka, my place is right down by there...(gives directions to his house.) Come and tell me if anyone else wants to join our froup. I'll start on some cell designs, and maybe write up some laws.

[Kyral]

"Great!" He takes another swig of the whiskey and laughs. "I'll get started on recruiting!" He shakily stands and tosses a coin onto the bar, then grabs his cane.

[Lord Magtok]

'Joe' drops a gp on the table, and also leaves the tavern.

[Kyral]

Navigating with his cane, Haruka makes it into the middle of the room. He calls out through the Tavern, "Alright, then. I seem to be recruiting for a bounty hunting group or a mercenary guild or something akin to that, so...please join the aforementioned group or guild, whichever it may be."

[Deadly]

Nyalee looks up slightly at the anouncement, but returns quickly to her book, writing something.

Schnick wakes up and looks around, slightly confused. He orders a Dragonbite Bitter and some dried buffalo and looks at Nyalee while drinking. Say, you wouldn't happen to be a wizard, would you? he asks.

Nyalee doesn't look up at him, just nods slightly.

Schnick moves to a seat a bit closer to her, so he doesn't have to speak so loudly Well, my name is Schnick. Nice to meet you...

Nyalee. she mutters, still writing.

Schnick raises an eyebrow but nods Nice to meet you. I have a bit of a problem... one that you might be able to help me with.

Nyalee stops writing and sips her wine, still not looking at him About your petrified friend.

Schnick nods a bit Yes, exactly. Do you think you can help me?

She closes her book I can. For a price.

Schnick frowns I figured as much. I don't really have a lot of money left, certainly not enough to pay the normal fee for such a spell. Maybe we can come to some sort of agreement. he says, hopefully.

Nyalee sips her wine thoughtfully for a while I will cast the spell for free. If you do me a favor in return.

Uhm... what kind of favor are we talking here?

Nyalee searches a pocket and pulls out a small piece of crumbled paper I need you to find something for me. An object that I desire. She hands him the paper

Now that sounds exactly like my kind of thing. Schnick grins and folds out the paper, looking at it, then raises an eyebrow That looks strangely familiar...

Nyalee takes another sip of her wine and turns to him We have a deal, then?

Schnick nods slowly, trying to figure out where he's seen the object before. Nyalee smirks a bit, the first show of emotion seen on her face yet. Good. I will hold you to your word. She then stands up and walks over to the statue, pulling out a scroll. After looking over the scroll briefly she nods slightly to herself and casts the spell.

The statue seems to glow for a moment, before the stone fades. With a gasp Stick falls, her legs failing her. Schnick quickly catches her, although slightly too late as Stick smashes her head into the bar. She frowns and staggers to her feet OW! Damnable furniture! Bartender, get me your strongest drink, and make it fast! she says and sits down, aided by Schnick.

Nyalee pays for her drink Don't forget our agreement. she says before leaving. Schnick sighs and sits down next to Stick who have already downed the first drink and ordered a new one. He puts an arm around her and orders another drink for himself.

[hr]
After some time, and many drinks, they leave together

[Deadly]

Stick walks in and sits at the bar. She looks over the menu and grins at Evistal A mug of Goblin Thudrud.

She flips him a few coins and takes a big swig of the drink, before leaning back in her chair, watching the tavern.

[AmberVael]

Nial comes in, cloaked and hooded so as not to be recognized. He glares around and when he doesn't notice anyone from the temple he takes a seat at the bar.

[Deadly]

Stick looks over at Nial Ah, hiding from someone I take it. That's always fun. she grins.

[AmberVael]

No its not. Nial shifts his broken arm slightly.

[Deadly]

I suppose not, if you get caught. So who are you, anyway? My name's Stick.

[AmberVael]

Nial. He glances at the door.

[Deadly]

She sips her drink and follows his glance Well, nice to meet you, Nial. Mind telling who's hunting you?

[AmberVael]

Some damned priests... Nial gets an ale and shifts a couple of his swords.

[Deadly]

Ooh, priests can be really pesky, especially the really fanatic ones. What did you do? Steal some holy relic or something?

[AmberVael]

I told them they were unworthy of magic, and were damned well going to stop practicing it. Nial sips his drink.

[Deadly]

She raises an eyebrow Wow, that's new. So, what made them unworthy? I would say that clerics are the most worthy of magic, since they get it from the gods, y'know. Of course, asking for it is boring, taking it is much more fun. she grins

[AmberVael]

Mortals are unworthy of magic, not just some stuck up priests. Nial slams his mug down on the bar.

[Castaras]

Eria walks in and orders a drink. She looks at Nial for a while, before taking her normal seat in the corner of the tavern.

[Deadly]

Stick thinks But why would gods give magic to their priests, if the priests are unworthy of it?

[AmberVael]

Nial watches Eria from under his hood, now entirely cautious. Priests don't earn magic, they steal it.

[Deadly]

Huh? You can't be serious. she chuckles a bit If that's the case, then they are seriously wasting their time. I mean, all that praying and meditation... no, that'd be stupid.

[AmberVael]

Nial watches Eria, entirely serious.

[Castaras]

Eria sighs. A young man appears next to her in a whirl of air. He takes a seat next to her, and begin to talk quietly. Eria glares at Nial, before giving her attention to this new person.

[AmberVael]

Nial grips his sword hilt, but knows he is not in an advantageous situation.

[Deadly]

Stick looks over at Eria and smiles, waving politely before ordering another drink Nah, priests earn their magic the hard way. That also makes them among the most boring people in the world... in general. she adds.

[Castaras]

Eria whispers something, and the young man turns to Nial.

A magic hater you say? Well, sir?

[AmberVael]

The cloaked and hooded Nial sighs, annoyed at being recognized despite the fact that he can't really be seen.
I don't hate magic.

[Deadly]

Stick grins and sips her drink, watching the confrontation, silently hoping for a fight

[Castaras]

It's what came across to me.

Eria...

Quiet.

[AmberVael]

Just because I don't think people should use magic and will go to great lengths to get rid of spellcasters doesn't mean I hate the magic. I hate the people who think they are worthy of using it.
Nial glares at them.

[Castaras]

What gives you the right to judge whether people are worthy of using magic?

[AmberVael]

What gives you the right to judge that for yourself? I make my assumptions, you make yours. Just because you hold your damn beliefs doesn't mean I set mine aside.

[Castaras]

The man starts to stand up.

Leave it Dajan. He isn't worth the effort.

Dajan slowly sits back down.

He insulted our beliefs...

We probably insulted his. Leave it.

They slowly go back into conversation.

[AmberVael]

Nial sneers at him and finishes off his ale.

[Deadly]

Stick shrugs and turns to Evistal Let me have some smoked beef and bacon, and some grilled potatoes... I'm starving.

Evistal bows and brings the order, while Stick pulls out a few coins and puts them on the bar.

[Deadly]

Stick quickly finishes her meal and leaves, waving to the room in general as she goes out the door.

[Castaras]

The two get up and fade away.

[Lord Magtok]

'Joe' enters the tavern, after tying his newly acquired white stallion to a wooden support.

He pulls a few coins out of a pocket, and and sets them on the counter. He points to an ale, and assumes the bartender will get the idea.

[Kyral]

Chiyo sighs, and, navigating his way back to the bar with his cane, sits. "I'll have another bottle o' whiskey, bartender."

[Deadly]

Schnick and stick comes in together and sits down at the bar. Stick orders drinks for them both, and Schnick pays, frowning a bit at the lack of coins in his pouch. We'll need more money soon, love. he mutters. Stick grins and downs her drink I'm sure we'll find some.

[Kyral]

Chiyo hears the remark and suddenly speaks. "Need money, eh? What if I could offer you a decent, honest job of catching criminals who would endanger innocent lives?"

[Deadly]

Both Schnick and Stick looks up. Stick quickly shakes her head Nah, we don't do honest jobs. she grins, but quickly gets an elbow in the side Ow! What was that for?

Schnick shakes his head and turns to Chiyo Maybe. Some freelance bountyhunting doesn't sound too bad.

[Kyral]

Chiyo chuckles. "Aye, that'sa spirit. And for the lady, it's not entirely honest. I mean, it's bounty hunting." He takes another swig of the whiskey. "It prob'ly pays well, too."

[Deadly]

Stick grins Ah, then I suppose it's not too bad, and money is always tempting. I almost thought you wanted us to join the army or something, though. she chuckles and downs another drink

Schnick rolls his eyes at her

[Lord Magtok]

'Joe' awakens with a jump off his chair and onto his feet, just as an innocent NPC was going to check if he was still alive. The NPC is terrified by the sudden action, and has a heart attack.

Hey Chiyo, how goes recruiting?

[Kyral]

"Well, looks like we've got two new recruits." He jerks a thumb in the general vicinity of Shnick and Stick. "These."

[Deadly]

Stick frowns Wow, 'recruits' sounds a bit too official. We haven't signed anything, you know.

Schnick sighs If you need to hunt someone down, just let us know and we'll consider.

[Lord Magtok]

Considerin' the number o' people 'round here, four should be fine fer now. And it ain't official or anything, just to make up fer the apparent lack of lawmen in this place.

[Kyral]

"You would prefer maybe, 'people we call on to help us when there's a criminal we don't want to hunt down'?" He then replies to Shnick. "Kay, then."
((Gotta run))