[IC] You Meet In A Tavern

[shawnhcorey]

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in Waymeet that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.

Lucky's Tavern was on the edge of town, where you will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. Inside, Zak, the owner and barkeep, keep a wary eye out for troublemakers. He felt confident in dealing with any because of his two ogre bouncers, Gar and Thumper. In a corner, idly tossing knuckle-bones was Smet, a dwarf with one eye and a nasty disposition. The tavern was unusually crowded. Not only were the regular low-lifes of Waymeet there, but also a number of caravan guards and drovers who normally prefer to drink in the Golden Swan, a place where you where less likely to have your wallet stolen.

You walk into the tavern and ...

[OOC] Please describe the actions of your character.

[younglorax]

Slade pushes open the door. He's not bad looking, soaked to the bone, and armed to the teeth. He walks to the bar and says, "Something very strong." He drops a few coins on the bar to pay for the drink, gives a friendly smile, and eyes the room.

He spots Smet, walks to his table and drops his pack with a clang. He pulls up a chair backwards and sits, leaning forward against its back. "Let's shoot some dice. Five bucks a point." He opens his hand to show five coins.

[Pesterfield]

Corwin Bearclaw stepped through the door, shaking off what rain he could once he'd stepped into an area fully dry. A cloak must be purchased soon, perhaps in a nice forest green.

With a little of the excess water gone Corwin took a look around the tavern and headed for the bar. "What do you have that is hot and filling?"

[yufra]

A gust of wind bangs the door into the wall as Janus Hestia enters, and he struggles to close it behind him. Several people stare at his back as he does this, as a large bulge marks him as a hunchback. Eventually Gar reaches pokes his head in and shuts the door. Janus smiles sheepishly at the room and removes his cloak to reveal the wooden lute that had caused the bulge. He begins to check it for signs of water damage, and once satisfied the lute is undamaged makes his way to the barkeep. He strums a few notes quietly and asks the barkeep, "What a day, what a night! Care if I sing a tune?"

[Cyratos]

Gidhean Faerix, an 40-ish year old, scholarly-looking guy enters the room, carrying an unusually dark-colored raven on his shoulder. He mumbles few words as he enters, and makes all of the water that was soaking him, disappear. Magic in action, most presumably.

He gets to the bar, and says: "A glass of wine, kind sir." And leaves a couple of coins on the bar.

He scoops the room while sipping his wine. He even offers some to his raven companion.

[Pesterfield]

While waiting for his meal Corwin noted the latest person to come in, and took note of both the raven and water vanishing.

"Excuse me sir, could you make the water vanish from myself and my possessions? For me personally it is only a mild annoyance, but I carry things which can be harmed by dampness."

[shawnhcorey]

Originally Posted by younglorax

He spots Smet, walks to his table and drops his pack with a clang. He pulls up a chair backwards and sits, leaning forward against its back. "Let's shoot some dice. Five bucks a point." He opens his hand to show five coins.

Smet says, "Put ye money on de table." He places 5 dollar coins in a row on the table.

[Dorin Thorha]

There is a knock on the door. One of the patrons walks over and opens it, then stares out at the empty street as a small halfling ducks in beneath his vision. Drogo takes a couple steps into the room, then turns and stands behind the puzzled man.

"That was strange, I thought I heard a knock!"

Drogo walks up to the bar and orders an ale.

[Dorin Thorha]

[ooc] I'll take the liberty of playing the barkeep, since you already posted the prices.

The barkeep sets down the ale. "That'll be a dime, please."

Drogo checks his pocket. "Oh dear, I seem to be out of cash." He looks in the mug of ale. "Will you look at that! What luck!" Drogo reaches into the mug and pulls out a dime. "Here you are!"

[ooc] Rolled 9 out of 12 Slight of Hand. The coin was in his pocket all along.

[yufra]

Janus's eyes sparkle at the sight of 10 coins. He strums the opening notes of Barley Mow a few times to gather the room's attention, and then leaps into the first verse with a strong tenor voice:

"Here's good luck to the quart pot, good luck to the Barley Mow. Jolly good luck to the quart pot, Good luck to the Barley Mow."

The rougher crowd in the tavern perks up, grab their drinks, take a large gulp and shout back the chorus:

"Oh the quart pot, pint pot, half a pint, gill pot, half a gill, quarter gill, nipperkin and the brown bowl. Here's good luck, good luck, to the Barley Mow!"

Janus grins widely and takes the entire tavern through several verses of the Barley Mow, until some of the rowdier elements in the tavern start pushing and shoving each other over a stubbed toe and a bruised ego. Catching the bartender's eye, Janus quickly draws out the last verse and finishes with a bow. There is nothing worse for a traveling bard than an angry bartender. Well maybe an angry mayor...