Jul 12, 2016 4:15 am
I watch as the goliath makes its way over to our table. "Why hello there. You have anything to add to this conversation, hmm?"
Chapter 1: Meeting the Cuckold Moose
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Jul 12, 2016 8:24 am
"What, is he talking about kings and judges again?" mutters Skeinkaldr, jerking a thumb at Malethor.
Jul 12, 2016 9:07 am
"I care not for kings and judges. If they stand in our path we shall slay them. In time, we shall grow in power and lay armies to waste. My path is thus: tear down the temples of the false god. Rip his name from men's lips. Then, when no two stones consecrated in the false one's honor lie atop each other, I shall slay the god myself."
Malethor seems to notice Ebri for the first time and fixes her with his lidless stare.
Malethor seems to notice Ebri for the first time and fixes her with his lidless stare.
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Jul 12, 2016 11:33 am
"I could think of better ways to spend the rest of my days, but it seems to me like you have a death wish. I could help you with that, you know." While his attention is directed at Ebri, I stare at him.
Jul 12, 2016 10:50 pm
Gellbran dismounts from the wagon and walks towards the work board where he see's a man looking through various job postings.
"Excuse me, sir. Do you know where I can find Delrick?"
Without looking up the man points to his right, at a tavern "The Cuckold Moose". While walking towards the tavern, Gellbran remembered that the barmaid he travelled here with was heading there herself, so he was expecting to see her inside. When he entered the door, he saw quite a few strange characters, but no sign of the young barmaid.
"Excuse me, sir. Do you know where I can find Delrick?"
Without looking up the man points to his right, at a tavern "The Cuckold Moose". While walking towards the tavern, Gellbran remembered that the barmaid he travelled here with was heading there herself, so he was expecting to see her inside. When he entered the door, he saw quite a few strange characters, but no sign of the young barmaid.
Jul 12, 2016 11:31 pm
The barmaid bumps into Gellbran from behind. She had gone to do something within the town and found herself right behind Gellbran.
"Oops! Sorry there". She giggles.
The barmaid runs past Gellbran and throws her arms around the nearest Dwarf. Giving the flabbergasted guest a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh! Look there, you look just like your cousin. It looks like you are doing such a great job making such a wonderful, beautiful, tavern Rehmein!" Aimee gives the dwarf another peck on the cheek.
The poor dwarf, was not Rehmein. Though he was to surprised and shaken to say otherwise. The barmaid makes so much noise, that it attracts attention from corners of the tavern. As those who are closer to the commotion, shift uncomfortably.
"Oops! Sorry there". She giggles.
The barmaid runs past Gellbran and throws her arms around the nearest Dwarf. Giving the flabbergasted guest a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh! Look there, you look just like your cousin. It looks like you are doing such a great job making such a wonderful, beautiful, tavern Rehmein!" Aimee gives the dwarf another peck on the cheek.
The poor dwarf, was not Rehmein. Though he was to surprised and shaken to say otherwise. The barmaid makes so much noise, that it attracts attention from corners of the tavern. As those who are closer to the commotion, shift uncomfortably.
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Jul 12, 2016 11:41 pm
Skeinkaldr pays no mind to any of the new arrivals. "What you didn't mention, skelly-man," he begins, addressing Malethor, "is when you intend to leave on this temple tour for lip-reading."
Jul 13, 2016 1:46 am
Ebri tenses up at Malethor's stare, and tears well up in her eyes. P-please d-don't look at me...
Jul 14, 2016 8:50 pm
OOC:
In the tavern...Reh notices the bubbly Miss Yrore shouting his name while hugging a dwarf, but doesn't speak up till after she finished.
"Hey, kid, come here. Dargrin informed me you'd be arriving, a little late... we just died down"
He picked his teeth with a small wooden stick as his counter tops were already spotless. Bifney poked her head out to catch a glimpse from the back kitchen, but then continued back to her work.
The others in the tavern found the stares of others decline, especially as it was getting late and many people had left for their lodging. The Cuckold Moose is significantly more empty, maybe at 25% capacity in the bar area. The building was fairly large, first floor being the bar and kitchen and a lounging area while upstairs was strictly rooms. There was a backroom with a sturdy door and a visible floor hatch under a stool next to the bar.
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Jul 16, 2016 4:14 am
Malethor looks down at the tiefling quaking behind the dragonborn. For an instant he is reminded of Sara hiding behind her mother's apron. Malethor tears his gaze away. The goliath has asked a question. "I do not stop for food, drink, nor sleep. I know not what compelled me to enter this establishment. Do you believe in fate? I do not."
Malethor turns slowly to regard the newcomers. It is plain to the revenant that the woman is a vampire, but no one else appears to be aware. Undeath knows undeath.
Malethor turns slowly to regard the newcomers. It is plain to the revenant that the woman is a vampire, but no one else appears to be aware. Undeath knows undeath.
Jul 16, 2016 4:13 pm
"You don't eat? No wonder you're so skinny," grunts Skeinkaldr. "Well this place has got a nice roasted duck, when they can afford it. Maybe it's your nose what got you to this place.
"Anyway, I already ate, so if you're still on your diet and so eager to get movin', I'm ready whenever."
"Anyway, I already ate, so if you're still on your diet and so eager to get movin', I'm ready whenever."
Jul 17, 2016 6:08 am
Aimee looks baffled at the dwarf she was previously smiling at. With a look of sudden disdain Aimee slaps the dwarf, sending him flying backwards, a feet of strength quite amazing for any barmaid, no matter how spunky. As Aimee skips over to Rehmein, she notices Malethor's gaze. She gives the Revenant a wink and moves on.
To everyone else, Aimee's wink appears to be just from mindlessness. However, to Malethor, Aimee's wink also seems to be purely from mindlessness.
The barmaid walks up to Rehmein and does a slight curtsey and then stands there for a little while, waiting for Rehmein to introduce himself. There is no way she is repeating the same mistake twice.
To everyone else, Aimee's wink appears to be just from mindlessness. However, to Malethor, Aimee's wink also seems to be purely from mindlessness.
The barmaid walks up to Rehmein and does a slight curtsey and then stands there for a little while, waiting for Rehmein to introduce himself. There is no way she is repeating the same mistake twice.
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Jul 18, 2016 6:23 am
Rehmein was only slightly surprised by Aimee's spunkiness. Dargrin had gave them a heads up about her personality, he didn't think it would be much of a problem.
"The name is Rehmein Alstein. You can call me Reh. No nicknames, by the way, kid."
He peaks his head under the counter top, looking for something. Then reaches under and pulls out a clean set of clothes and a brass key. The barkeep places it on top for her.
"Alright, room is the last one down the hall upstairs. Wear clean clothes and wash your face... and make sure your hair doesnt get in the food. Dargrin said you have a place to stay regardless of how much you work. Just don't burn the place down."
The barkeep was waved down by the dwarf Aimee surprised as his drink had spilled and he needed a refill.
"The name is Rehmein Alstein. You can call me Reh. No nicknames, by the way, kid."
He peaks his head under the counter top, looking for something. Then reaches under and pulls out a clean set of clothes and a brass key. The barkeep places it on top for her.
"Alright, room is the last one down the hall upstairs. Wear clean clothes and wash your face... and make sure your hair doesnt get in the food. Dargrin said you have a place to stay regardless of how much you work. Just don't burn the place down."
The barkeep was waved down by the dwarf Aimee surprised as his drink had spilled and he needed a refill.
Jul 18, 2016 2:00 pm
Malethor watches the exchange intently. It would seem the vampire woman is in the employ of this establishment. Interesting. Perhaps the clientele are meant for some undead feast? Malethor glances at Xhava. What would a priestess of death think of such a slaughter? Come to think of it, what must this priestess think of one such as he, who has defied death?
Jul 21, 2016 2:55 am
"No food or drink, you say? If only I were so lucky not to require sustenance, although I must say- harvesting my own fresh meat can be its own kind of joy. Anyway, I would love to help you, but I've got to ask- what's in it for me? What do you have to offer?"
Jul 21, 2016 3:55 am
Aimee sighs and takes the clean sets of clothes and the brass key. This dwarf was no Dargrin. She gives him a goofy salute and then says quickly.
"Burn this place down? Don't be silly! I hope Dargrin told you I wouldn't even touch a candle, much less play with fire! Plus, fire is... well... its so hot." Shaking her head the barmaid turns and, spotting Melthor again gives him a big smile. When Melthor looks her way she lets out a shrill yelp and takes off toward her room.
"Burn this place down? Don't be silly! I hope Dargrin told you I wouldn't even touch a candle, much less play with fire! Plus, fire is... well... its so hot." Shaking her head the barmaid turns and, spotting Melthor again gives him a big smile. When Melthor looks her way she lets out a shrill yelp and takes off toward her room.
Jul 21, 2016 6:47 am
"There will be much death to be dealt. Malethor answers Xhava. "As our power grows we will lay waste to armies. And at the very end, we will slay a god. And there will be spoils if you care for such things. I certainly do not."
Jul 21, 2016 11:46 am
"I don't care much for spoils either, but hey a trophy's a trophy. Everything else though... that will do nicely." I almost add "As long as the deaths are painful and drawn out" but I assume that is implied. As I glance around the room, the new tavern patrons catch my eye, especially the female. There's something intriguing about that one, but I can't put my finger on it. Have we met before? I certainly hope not, as run-ins with acquaintances don't tend to end well... for them...
Jul 25, 2016 2:11 am
"Dear, I'm sure I have no idea. But this sure is entertaining, wouldn't you say?"
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