The Slosh House

Huge, have you got any stronger drinks? Kaz is going to spend the day buying drinks to patrons and trying to convince them help Nonian Bragg with the cave exploration mission.

* A Half Orc dressed in Woodland Garb and Scale Mail enters the Slosh House and moves to the end of the Bar and orders a drink in a low gravely voice *
Ale Bar Keep if you may
* The Stranger puts a gold coin on the bar and waits scanning the room and listening to the conversations*

Kaz (see description here) approaches Rithgar with glass of strong alcoholic drink at hand wearing leather gloves
Cheers! he sips some and start conversation You know, I feel like we are in a prison in a way. Can't get back to me friends and relatives, can we? But at least we could drink here in this prison, cheers to that another sip
If however you get bored of drinking I suggest you go see Nonian Bragg. While some people are gathering wood and thinking of protection, Nonian Bragg is setting up forge. That's a small but important step to expand borders. Nonian Bragg insist on hiring more people capable fighting

Kaz illustrate his visionary thinking in attempt to persuade Rithgar to partake the mission.

* The Half Orc standing at the bar having watched the Half Elf stranger approach sets down his Ale and let's out a grunt then speaks in Elvish in a low gravely voice void of emotion * I have matters to attend to here
* The Half Orc picks up his Ale and change leaving a 5 copper piece tip and moves away from the bar*
And I dont drink with strangers

* The Half Orc moves across the Tavern and sets down at a table facing the entrance.
He catches the attention of the elderly lady who he has seen carrying food and drinks as she's returning towards the kitchen empty-handed .
He motions towards her and speaks in a low voice in Common *
Well met may I inquire about a simple meal with some bread and meat perhaps a stew if you have any and another mug of Ale if you kindly may
* He motions towards his empty mug *

* Rithgar finishes his meal and leaves a 5 copper tip and makes his way out to explore the keep . He inspects the Barracks and makes his way to the idle Forge and Enters*

* The days adventures behind her Gen make her way to the Barracks and finds a space to clean up and heads to the Slosh House for Dinner .
Gen enters the establishment and finds a spot facing the door with her back to the wall and orders a meal and something to drink and sets quietly listening to the conversations in the Tavern and reflecting on the days events*

A small blonde girl, probably about 11, opens the door. She smiles at Hugo and Alice before clearing her throat. "HEY! WHO HERE IS SUPPOSED TO HELP WITH A JOB FOR NONIAN? HURRY UP! WE CAN'T WAIT FOR YOUR BUTT FOREVER!"

Kaz who seems to have a limp uses a cane with a crow's head as its handle. He drinks drinks his glass empty and jokes about his butt already aching waiting for others, because he were among the first to apply for the job and only dismissed because people like Buttercup were not willing to participate earlier

The girl gulps and holds the door open for him.

Catching the tavern door as it begins to close with the departure of the young girl and the dour-looking man with the limp, a dark figure enters. The oversized rumpled and hooded cloak appears to be worn by a hunchback with some difficulty moving over and into a more dark booth in the corner of the tap room. As the figure slides onto the seat, the hunch abruptly moves. It shifts to one side and down into the seat at the figure's side.

"There. Now are you satisfied? You slothful toad." A vaguely feminine voice emanates from the hood, as a lower half of a greyish pale face is caught in the flickering candlelight illuminating the flat plane of the wooden table top.


A glistening broad head, with wide eyes, and a large mouth peeks over the tabletop. Its amphibian eyes swivel toward the pale figure, not unlike being side-eyed by any humanoid with an attitude. "Yesssss. Gloooom. Lettz order a drinkz, hunh?"

The hooded figure holds up a hand to get the attention of the tavern matron. "Give me moment, would you?" Utters the pale lips of the hooded figure.

Even as the elderly woman turns her attention to the odd twosome in the booth, another figure enters the Slosh House and quickly spots the others. She lowers her own hood, as she moves toward the booth. Her dark hair falls to her shoulders and, like the first figure of the growing band, this also has a pale greying complexion; though seeming vaguely mottled in the subdued light of the evening within the Slosh House.

She sits down opposite the other two with purpose and grins. "Waitin' for me long, my dark minions?" Her eyes flicker red in the candlelight and she props her elbows on the table in front of her, before glancing about the tavern and back toward the door. Almost as if looking for someone in particular...

"Four ales, madam!" She calls to the elderly server, who is still only halfway across the tap room toward them.

*A as if out of nowhere a small Fey sized female clambers up onto a bar stool at the end of the bar and begins to play a haunting Melody*

"Make that three ales for the table and the other to the bard...please." The red-eyed woman requests of the server (Alice)

* Eowen finishes her song and takes up her drink with a grin a toasts her Benefactor across the Tavern, She take several long drinks then starts to play again this time singing in a sweet melodic voice a song of despair and longing and beyrayal*

Of wings laid low by cruel blade,

My soaring heart forever caged,

Betrayal cuts sharper than any knife,

Leaving scars of grief in moonlit life.



The road to darkness, steep and long,

Windeth cold 'neath fading song,

Each step a heavy, bitter toll,

A soul forsaken, losing control,



I am but flesh now, bare and plain,

My beauty shattered, broken grain,

No longer ride the starry skies,

Only mourn and whisper sorrow's sigh,



So raise your tankards high and cheer,

While I lament the loss so dear,

For though your cups may brim with glee,

I drink alone in misery,

The mysterious woman with the red-eyes raises her glass to the diminutive bard's toast. The candlelight catches in a sudden glint off her silver of her fingernails. She tossed back the remains of the amber liquid in her drinking vessel and brings it down upon the tabletop, as she listens to the fey minstrel's latest dirge of woe.


"Mistressz, Me hungryz..." The small toady whines faintly.

The red-eyed woman turns her head to regard the words; cutting her eyes sharply to her minion. "Shuush, Ribberz. I'm listening to the song." She raises a hand to once again summon old Alice for more drinks and some heartier sustenance.

* The small Fey finishes her song then picks up her drink and finishes it with soft gulps followed by a faint burp and a tap to the chest.
She sets the empty vessel back on the the bar and picks up her instrument and begins to play another haunting melody.
As she plays she hums to the music her voice carrying across the room adding an macabre tone to the already haunting piece*

"Here you go schweetie." The elderly bar matron offers, proffering fresh drinks and bowls of steaming stew to the odd threesome in the corner booth. "Enjoy..."


The moment their server turns and begins walking away, the smaller creature with its broad head and wide eyes, presses its spindly fingers against the edge of the tabletop and suddenly one of the bowls is in its grasp. Even an observant patron would find it difficult to witness the amazing speed at which the small being's tongue whips out and claims its prize.


"Ugh!" Emotes the still hooded other in the booth. "Now..was that really necessary?"


The toady one, nods. "Uh..huh...Gloomz." Its large eyes attempting a look of pleading innocence. "Me hungryz..." It pulls the hot bowl close to it's chest and wraps both arms covetously about the bowl.

* The small female Fey plays several more melancholy songs then catches the attention of the elderly barmaid * Please send another round of drinks and two portions of stew to the corner table if you please
* Paying for the food and drinks She hops off the stool dissapearing into the sea of legs only to reapear at the edge of the corner booth and climbing up onto taller seat seat she folds her hands *
I have another round coming and some dinner with a extra bowl for the hungry one