The Bard's Table Inn

[Always]

ooc: this is a RiP i;ve missed from the baldur's gate board, so i decided to start over here. This is a AD&D based Roleplay, so please use characters accordingly!

as you walk up the path you see a beautiful inn, with a sign hanging off the front door that had a minstrel seated upon a table and playing a lyre. It says, The Bard's Table, in fancy, cursive writing. Laughter echoes from within and you can smell potent pipeweed and good ale...

(anyone can join this.... but beware of the enchantment on the inn!)

[Edited by Shila on 08-10-2000 at 02:11 PM]

 

[Cryo]

OOC; Will dragonlance type characters be eligable to join? it is still AD&D, though only indigenous to Krynn. Also, is it legal to controll 2 characters? I think that i have an interesting pairup, though I can only use one if that's what it takes


IC;

A heavilly cloaked Cleric of some sort walked into the Bar. his hands were wrapped up in bandages and his face could not be seen underneth his hood. Behind him walked a very short person. This 3'8" tall person was thin, had pointy ears, and an innocent face of a child. A long topknot of hair bounced behind him and a strangely forked staff tapped the ground as he walked. His eyes, though playfull, were darting back and forth, taking in everything. The two sat down at a table in an obscure corner. THe little guy could be heard saying, "But Silak, I want to sit with the other people. You don't like to hear my stories anymore." the robed figure just shook his head.
A barmaid came over and asked what they wanted. "I'll have the strongest drink you got" the robed figure said in a strange hissing voice. The little guy hopped onto his seat and said "I'll have a mug of ale. And not that watered down stuff either!" THe barmaid looked skeptically at the young figure and said "I'm sorry, we don't serve children"
the robed figure seemed to laugh a little. the little guy said playvfully "Children? I'm 35! Just ask Silak here!" the robed figure nodded once. The barmaid then saw the little persons ear.
in annoyance, she said "Oh, a Kender. allright, but be sure to keep him away from the rest of the patrons! I don't want any killing going on because he can't keep his grubby little fingers off peoples proporty" THe Kender gave a little protest, but Silak put a wrapped up hand on his sholder to settle him down.

 

[Always]

(KENDER???) 8o

*mock scream* AHHHHHHH! keep it away! *grins* go ahead, play two characters. just don't fight in the inn. you'll end up in the lake. dragonlance doesn't matter. (and it's an old~age inn... they wouldn't care if a child asked for a drink as long as he could pay for it. it IS roleplaying.)

IC: the barmaid brings him a decanter of gutbuster, the house specialty, along with two goblets. she sets them down and bustles off.

 

[Cryo]

ooc. Just emphacizing WHAT a Kender is (it's amazing how few people know about dragonlance)


IC; Silak took a few sips of his drink. "What is thisss! I've tassted Elven Necter that was sstronger than thisss!"
He downed his mug and backhanded the pitcher off the table.
"Hey, some of us are trying to drink here!" the kender said imbetween sips.
"Quiet Delbin. And you! Bring me some dwarven spirits!"
"Woh, calm down Silak, your thirst is going to get us in trouble!" Secretly, he wanted to see his friend get into a fight. Delbin doupted that anyone here has ever seen a draconian before. Unfortunetly, the barmade came back with a flask of "the good stuff" and Silak settled down. Finished with his Mug, Delbin started retellign one of his favorite stories. "Did I ever tell you about the time Kaz and I single handedly defeated a Red dragon in Nesothak? that's the minotaur homeland by the way. Well, the capitol of the minotaur homeland. the name of the homeland was Mithas. or was Nesothak located in Kothas? Wait, I think it was one country way bach then...."
Silak just sipped his spirits, ignoring the story he'se heard thirty times, watching whoever decides to enter the bar.

 

[Always]

(actually, that gutbuster was the strongest thing you've ever tasted)

*the elf girl comes running in, long blond hair flying and greenish blue eyes darting around* PEOPLE!!! *she whirls around to face them, astonished*

 

[Cryo]

OOC; do you ever sleap Shila?

 

[Always]

ooc:

sleep? what's that? *grins* not really. here it's only like 8:30.

and you know what's weird?

i signed up for this two days ago. *grins again*

[Edited by Shila on 08-10-2000 at 06:56 PM]

 

[Morgoth]

A darkly cloaked figure entered through the door. it walked up to the bar." Get me Unicorn's blood", he boomed. "Sorry, that is very expensive" said the bartender. "Maybe you didn't understand me correctly, I want my drink", he said, lifting the bartender up as if he was a child.

 

[Cryo]

Silak stood up, and walked up to the bar. His face was still not visible beneth the hood, as it was the entire evening. Clad in white, he was a sharp contrast to the dark clocked figure one. In a gutteral, hissing voice, Silak said "Though the way of my "people" have usually been the ssame, I have outgrown their wickednessss. I ssssugjest you do the sssame." When standing upright, Silak matched the dark cloked figure in height and girth. Delbin watched in interest, keeping strangely silent in the inevidable battle. the two figures stared each other down. How that was possible, noone knows, cause neither face was still visible. Suddenly, Silak pulled back his hood. THe entire bar gasped in fear and horror. the dark cloaked figure remained motionless. Silak was a draconian. A dragon, tristed and perverted to look like a man. 7 feet tall, scaly skin, a long snout, Deadly dagger like teeth, Evil eyes and a multitude of long strait horns petruding from the back of it's skull.
"I have shown you my facccce. now show me yourssss..."

 

[Morgoth]

"HA, a draconian, I have one of them for a pet", he said, flinging the bartender into the wall. Then he removed his hood. Most of the people screamed. There stood in front of all, Dragonmancer. Once a powerful Dragon, he had taught himself the most powerful nether and shadow magics and had become one of the land's last Dragonmancers. His face was that of a human, but once he revealed it, two powerful wings tore out of his cloak. His left hand ripped out of the steel gauntlet to reveal five enormously large claws. Also, he grew four times to take up most of the bar entrance. "Now where is my unicorn blood, human?" he roared.

 

[Cryo]

"Ah, ssso you don't recognize my sssspecies then." The cloak fell off in peaces as his own wings petruted. the bandages fell off revealing Wicked Claws. He wore silver dragonscale armor, half to honor, half to insult his ancestors. he carried a wicked, curved, magical blade that could cut through even a god's flesh. "I am a sivak. The most magically imbuned, magically Resistant! only flying dragonian possible. If you manage to kill me, I will only shapeshift into YOU and have 3 days to take my revenge as YOU on YOU." Silak flew up to look dracomancer in the eye. "Now you cannot stop yourself when I can't die again for 3 days, so How about you shrink back to a managable size and join me for a drink"

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Could you quit making yourself so powerful, but I will play along.

IC: "The name is Lord Dauthi, but you can simply call me Dark", Dark told Silak, becoming man size and putting on his hood. Finally the bartender came back with the Unicorn blood.

 

[Cryo]

OOC; that's a shock coming from you, but I was only trying to keep you equally matched, so you would not go on another power trip. By the way, everything I said about the Sivac draconians is true. they do shapshift to their killer when killed, and have 3 days to kill their killer.

IC "Hello dark, come on over to my table and meet my companion."
"Hi, I'm Delbin! Nice to meet you!" said the little kender, sticking out his hand to be shaken. When it was not, he looked at it then retrackted it, forgotten allready. he reached into a pocket as he sat down. "Say, this reminds me of a story when Kez met a little human girl hwo turrned into a silver dragon and killed a red... Hey, where did this come from?" Delbin pulled a black dagger with a dragon skull carved on the handle. "This isn't mine so where did it come from?:"

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Sorry, I misread your words, I thought you said you were immortal. My bad.

IC: Dark raised the cups to his lips and drank thirstily. Then he put the cup down with a small clang."So, what brings you here, my friend?" he asked.

 

[Cryo]

OOC; the way the gods made it (IE, the way it was written down in the novels); when a sivak is killed, they have 3 days to kill their killer as their killer. and until they kill him or the 3 days are up, the sivak can't be killed again unless by dragonfire).


IC;
"Traveling. My friend here, as a curse from the gods I think, was restored from the land of the dead after being dead for 2 or 3 thousand years."
"I was tired of just sitting under that tree for so long that I wanted to see the world again. I happened to bump into this bug guy here and decided to follow him!" Delbin allready forgot the powertrip of 2 minutes ago as he went into another rendition of his adventures with Kaz, after the second dragonwars. "So you see, all these tree's started attacking is. Well, it wasn't the tree's themselves, though yes it was. A magical gem was Whick was controllwed by a minotaur which is strange because minotaurs hate magic, was controlling trees and makingthem kill us. Well, kill kas at least......"
silvak said over his talkiung "it'sss bessst if you just ignore him"

 

[Morgoth]

"Yes, he does speak a lot. I am simply traveling on my way. Would you care to join me? I am off to find someone", Dark said.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen was tired hungry and pissed off. So much for optomistic outlooks she thought with a scowl. The last 10 days had been horrible. She ached all over, was hungry, cold, tired.... and dirty! She wrinkled her nose at the odour her clothes were giving off. Finally she entered the small town and headed for the one place she knew she'd find a decent meal at least.

She looked up at the hanging sign. Ah, those were the days, when she had simply entertained for a living. What had possessed her to change occupations? She felt the jingle of gold coin in the bag at her belt. Oh, that's right, she recalled... the money. She stretched, trying to loosen up her tired muscles, before she entered the Inn. She stopped short, eyeing the two large... figures at the bar. She shivered a little. Suddenly feeling her 5'4" slender frame was unusually small. She turned her head and saw the barmaid cowering in one corner.

She considered what to do. She was still tired. Her long dark hair, ususally silky and clean, hung about her face limply. Her face was probably in no better shape. She felt like a tonne of dirt had found it's way onto her person and wasn't going to let go soon. She sighed. After eyeing the two at the bar, she felt they were too occupied to bother her. She walked into the bar and approached the barmaid. She knelt down to make eye contact with the girl. "Any chance of a hot tub of water, some food and a bed... in that order?" She asked with a smile. The girl seemed relieved at the distraction. She nodded rapidly and Vixen helped her stand up. She lead Vixen to a room and told her a bath would be brought up shortly. Vixen thanked her handing her a gold coin in payment.

 

[Always]

the inn itself

the instant anyone touches james (the bartender) they are automatically teleported to the lake, a few miles out of town. this includes poison, or attacks on the patorns.

THIS MEANS ABSOLUTELY NO FIGHTING IN THE INN!!!

go outside if you wanna beat on someone. just so you know.

so i think both dragon~people are swimmin right now!

 

[Cryo]

OOC; I was carefull, and never raised my hand in violence.

IC. As the barmaid left Vixen's room, a small figure walked in unnoticed. "Hi" he said, making VIxen jump. "I'm Delbin! are you new here? you look like you've been through the abyss and back. though I've never actually been to the abyss, I hear that it's so horrible that it makes people look like you do now. Were you ever in the abyss?you look like you just finished a big adventure, and you look a little short to be doing big adventurers. My uncle trapspringer once said, leave the big things up to the big people and the small things to us because when you think about it, everything big is made up of many many small things and...."
"Is there something you want?" VIxen was getting annoyed.
"Hun? oh no, I just wanted to say hi. you know, there was almost a great battle in the bar. I should write it dow... Hey, this isn't mine" Delbin pulled out a ring Vixen keeps in her secret pocket.
"Give me that!"
"oh, is it you'rs? you must have dropped it. Good thing I'm hear, otherwise some thief could have walked off with it. It sure lookes valuable!."
"GET OUT!"
"Fine, I know when I'm not wanted..." delbin left the room and decided to rejoin his friend

 

[Moneytalks]

Before Delbin could even finish this particular thought though Vixen's door opened again. Her hand reached out and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck pulling him back in. He yelped in surprise as he was dumped unceremoniously onto her bed with a resounding bounce. "Hey!" He cried out affronted. He took a deep breath reading himself for another round of chatter but Vixen was quicker. She clapped a hand over his mouth and watched in amusement as his cheeks reddened in an attempt to keep speaking. Finally even Delbin had to admit defeat and his shoulders slumped as he scowled at her.

"Now," Vixen smiled at him, "I'm going to remove my hand and YOU... are going to remain silent... understood?"
The eyes narrowed, but the head nodded in the affirmative.
"Good!" Vixen grinned slowly letting her hand down. They starred at each other... Delbin warily, Vixen with a warning in her eyes. She fingered the ring he had returned to her thoughtfully. Delbin figited in a desperate attempt to remain silent as promised.

"You're a Kender right?"
Delbin nodded clearly desperate to say something but Vixen's baleful glare was warning enough. She did smell, he thought, never knew what a smelly person would do when annoyed.
"Tell me... who is that... man... you travel with?"
"Silak?" Delbin clasped a hand over his mouth at the sound he had made. Vixen's eyes sparkled with amusement. What a funny little man she thought.
"Yes... you may speak... SLOWLY... of him to me."
"Well... " Vixen almost regretted asking the question. When the ripple of chatter finally finished she managed to get the impression that this Silak had made quite an impression on the Kendar. Finally the bath water was brought up and Vixen double checked she had her daggers and her ring before shunting the Kendar outside into the hall again. "Well really, how rude!" Delbin exclaimed before smelling an interesting smell and heading off downstairs again.

Vixen sank into her tub with a blissful moan of delight. She felt the crusty travel dirt slowly wash away in the scented water and ducked under to completely washing her hair with great gusto. She only left the water when it started to cool. Her body lithe and dripping with water she padded to the fire and dryed herself with the large cloth she'd been given by the maid. She sat crosslegged before the fire and dried her hair. As she starred into the fire itself she fell into a light trance... meditating. When she came up from it her hair had almost completely dried. She stood up and stretched, feeling much better, but ravenously hungry. She found her clothes had been taken to be cleaned. She slipped on her only other item of clothing. A deep purple velvet dress. It was one of the few things she had kept from her days as an entertainer. It was cut seductively low at the neck and the material hung full and generous about her legs. It was a very flattering dress indeed.

She brushed out her hair, it hung shiney about her shoulders like silk. The effect was striking. She didn't wear any jewellery and in fact it could be said she didn't really require any. She picked up the ring again. Funny how she hadn't thought of it until that little man had picked it up. It glinted in the light of the fire. A simple blue gem set in a silver band. She slipped it onto her finger. She pulled on her matching velvet slippers. She hid two knives about her person. Then she walked down stairs to eat her meal, she looked positively regal as she decended, far removed from the bedraggled creature who had arrived only an hour before.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

OOC: ok Time to Get Serious. Ladys and Gentlemen, THE ORIGINAL Roland Gilliad from my D&D File. i havent salveged the cryptec readings yet but will soon! be patient my childs, the Great Rolando will soon come!

 

[Cryo]

Delbin had hopped back to the bar floor.
"WHere have you been my little friend?"
"I was talking to that human girl that came in a while ago. Boy was that interesting. I should write it down!" delbin reached into a pouch to pull out his mysterious book, but instead pulled out another of Dark's daggers. "Why this isn't mine, How did it get in my pouch?" Silak was amused, not only how his friend can seem to find anything in his pouches, but the enraged look Dark gave him.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Sorry, didn't know what type of enchantment, can you ignore it, just this once?

IC: "I'll have that dagger back now, please", Dark said, glaring. Then he noticed the beautiful lady at the top of the stairs, slowly descending. "My Lady, will you come join us? Though your presence, as told by your beauty, must be of noble blood?" Dark said, adressing Vixen.

 

[Cryo]

Silak just gave Vixen a sideward glance while he drank. Human, Elf, Pixy, Avatar, Not even his ancestrial dragons affect him. Having little sence of Beauty to begin with, he was never impressed with looks alone from anyone, save the rare femail of his species. And he only saw them a few weeks after birth before joining the war champaign. No, Silak by nature looked at strengths in everything.
Delbin was chatting his head off. "Hey, that's the girl I was talking about. Isnt she pretty? I remember a friend of mine when I was revived talked about a barbarian anmed goldmoon, and how she was the most beutifull human ever. I never met her but every one who has usually tends to agree. My friend Kaz claimed that his mate Helati was just as beutifull, but I couldn't tell because minotaurs all look like walking bulls to me. Even the femails. Not that I'm sayhing the femails were even less, in the minotaur homeland, gender had no influence, it ws how well a person could fight that determined rank so there could theoretically mean that a girl could become emporor and....." You get the Idea.

 

[Morgoth]

"Shut up, Delbin", Dark whispered to him."Work on your speech, don't say anything, okay?", Dark said, still looking at Vixen. He pulled up another chair in case she actually wanted to join them.