The Dungeon Denizens Club

[Vibro repairman]

(OOC thread for this story can be found HERE)

Over the treacherous crags of the Dragonfang Mountains... across the burning dunes of the Bloodsand Desert... through the fetid murky waters of the Swamp of Sorrow... beyond the twisted blackened tree's of the Forest of Lost Souls... the gloomy, forbidding entrance to the Dungeon of Doom awaits.

Well, if you take the scenic route, that is.

Otherwise, you can travel by carriage along the King's highway to Fairbottom, a quaint little village which lies just two miles away from the Dungeon of Doom. There, you can book a room at the Drunken Dragon Inn, at very reasonable prices. Alternatively, camping permits are available from the local Druids and Rangers Association (no littering please.)

Outside the cavernous maw of the of the dread Dungeon, a large sign has been fastened to a hefty post, which reads -

THE DUNGEON OF DOOM
ENTER AT OWN RISK

Est. 234CF

Proprietor Arch-Liche Hubert
the Mostly Black-Hearted

No responsibility will be taken
by the owner(s) for any loss of life,
limb and/or property caused by any,
creature, construct, trap or other
mishap, that may befall adventurers,
henchlings, door-to-door salesmen
or any other visitor beyond this point

NO JUNK MAIL!
​

Beneath this, a small piece of parchment has been nailed, reading -

Monsters wanted!
Enquire within to:
The Dungeon Denizens Club
No previous experience necessary
Various accomodations available
​

Bronk made his way through the Misleading Maze on level four of Hubert's dungeon, which was a simple task for one of Bronk's particular species. Excepting, that is, for Bronk. Some quirk of fate had meant that he had been born with about as much sense of direction as a dead homing pigeon. He was getting late for the meeting, despite the fact that he had allowed himself a couple of extra hours to get there.

Coming to another T-junction, he paused to scratch behind a horn whilst he considered which way to go next.

 

[LadyFairy]

Adewen sat in a dark corner of the Inn her hood up to hide her ears and wings. Winged elves were welcomed even less then elves, and hell even elves looked down on thos of her kind Adewen preferred to believe they were jealous.

Aside from her hooded cloak she wore leather armor much like that of an Amazon warrior, with two winged swords strapped to her sides. Her hair color is white and hits below her waist braided, her eyes are Forrest green she is 5ft 4in 120lbs with full firm breasts, and heart shaped ass. Her skin is tanned from being outdoors.

Awaiting others to arrive for some sort of meeting. She continued to drink her mead. The messenger who had contacted her had been vague and had simply said that she was to meet here at the Drunken Dragon before continuing to the Dungeon not far form here.

Adewen didn’t like enclosed places they made her nervous she preferred the out doors but until this meeting was done then she would stay, but apparently it looked as though they were late or not coming. The thought of entering a dungon tarrafied her but in her travles previous she had learned to have some tolerance for the underground but not much.

Adewen decided to give who ever was supposed to arrive one more hour then she was going to head for the Dungon herself and see what she could find

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Hold on, cause I'm comin'... (Three months ago)

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There was magic in the air and the storm-that-was-not-a-storm raged relentlessly around them, buffeting the dragon ship hard against the towering waves. Deafening claps of thunder boomed overhead and lightning bolts illuminated the heavens.

Thrudd Thorsdottir was feeling more than a little under the weather, which didn't do much for her temper. Whoever or whatever was playing these games had best show themselves. And soon.

Making her way slowly to the side of the ship for the tenth or fifteenth time, she checked the knot on the rope tied round her waist which connected her to the tall mast. Danic had insisted. It wouldn't be fitting for the godha to fall overboard while gazing at the sea, he had said. Well if the Aesir would stop their nonsense, she wouldn't have to keep gazing at the frigging sea. "Frigg. Frigging sea. Gods, I kill myself sometimes," she chuckled to herself.

Her supply of newts were beginning to look none too healthy either. As she bid farewell to her midday meal, Thrudd wondered if she would be able to get a fresh supply in Fairbottom, the city that she had seen in her scrying.

"Thrudd! Thrudd Thorsdottir!!"​

The godha wiped her mouth against the back of her sleeve. Now if that isn't a blast from the past, she thought as she turned around and looked around for the source of the stentorious voice.

Placing her hands on her hips, she stamped her foot and glared at the giant of a man who had suddenly planted himself on the deck of the Skidbladnir. "Dammit!" she exploded. "Can't you ever just come by knarr like regular Vikings do?"

The man swung his hammer defiantly, setting off a chain reaction of ear-splitting explosions around them. His booming laughter added to the cacophony surrounding them did nothing to ease Thrudd's now splitting headache.

"Spare me the pyrotechnic display, will you? What do you want?" She demanded in a petulant voice.

"Awww... kitten. Aren't you even gonna ask me how I am?"

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Danic​

Danic watched the exchange between Thrudd and the vociferous Viking with mild curiosity. Thunderbolts were exploding all around the ship now and Thrudd was swearing up a blue streak. The oarsmen were sitting on the rowing benches, mouths agape as the stroke oar stood and announced they weren't going to row one more bloody inch.

"Is this a union strike?" Danic shouted at the unusually defiant oarsman. He was more than a little annoyed now and wasn't quite sure what they'd do in the middle of the ocean without a crew to row.

"Nope. It's religion. The men say the ship has been defiled by her presence. They say she's a b... witch. They say... Only the sacrifice of a virgin will set them rowing again." Oh, yeah. They figured they had it covered this way. She was either one or the other, and judging by her b... witchiness, she was most likely both.

"Thrudd's a b...witch?" Now that didn't really surprise him, but the second thing. The crew's demand began to sink in slowly. That. That was plain impossible. Danic raised an eyebrow and bellowed. "A VIRGIN! A virgin???" he repeated, lowering his voice so that Thrudd wouldn't hear. "Where in the name of Odin am I supposed to find a blasted virgin on this ship?"

In a single fluid movement that made them look like the June Taylor Dancers, the entire crew turned and pointed at... Thrudd who turned to face Danic at that exact same moment.

"SACRIFICE A VIRGIN?? I am NOT a virgin! Tell them I am NOT a virgin!"

Her guest began to roar with laughter. "A VIRGIN? Why Thrudd's no VIRGIN! Danic, don't you remember the time with the string, the gladiator's helmet and the... erm... umm... cheese?"

Thrudd turned a particularly fiery shade of red and turned to the giant blabbermouth. "A simple affirmation would have sufficed. You didn't need to give the details!"

A horrified gasp ran through the crew as the implication of what they had heard began to sink in. Thrudd wasn't a virgin?

"The cheese?? Aww, Thrudd. Please say it isn't so. NOT the cheese!" Danic cried out in horror. He didn't care if she was a b... witch, but the cheese?? He sat down hard on a barrel and covered his face with his hands.

 

[Lotharian]

Ralnos sat silently in the dungeon, resting against the wall. He was resting from another harsh days of lessons fom his master. This day, his master, the great Archlich Hubert, nearly let a succubuss suck his soul out through his cock today....

An interesting experience but nothing he seeked to double again. Well... maybe another succubus added to the mix was all he needed.

Ralnos shook the though from his head. He was a young boy that had gotten lost in this dungeon when he was only five. His parents weren't very caring nore observant and the prospect of him just being gone didn't concern them. He was only five and could be replaced.

But Hubert the not-so-blackhearted showed the 'not-so' part that day when, instead of filleting the boy, decided to take him on as an apprentice. Enjoying the boys entertaining antics that nearly killed the boy more oft than not.

And so was Ralnos resting against one of the cool walls, watching the imps and other things skitter about. Life in the dungeon wasn't too bad... except for the lack of sunlight and such.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Later...

"I was BORED! Friggin' BORED!! Just wait til I get my hands on you!!" Thrudd screamed toward the heavens as the giant disappeared from the deck, an echo of his booming laughter echoing around them.

The flustered Thrudd had a hushed conversation with Danic that was accentuated by a lot of arm flailing and head shaking. After a few minutes, Danic approached the stroke oar.

"Tell me, does your religion include any women?"

The oar looked apoplectic, sputtering his shocked response. "WOMEN!! Certainly not! Women are sinful creatures. Only the purest may worship!"

"So you've never... erm... uhm... That is... you've never... erm... you know... with a girl?" Danic asked, glaring at Thrudd for making him do her dirty work.

"Odin protect me!" gasped the stroke. "Certainly not!! I'm as pure as the driven snow!"

Danic began to grin, now seeing Thrudd's intent. "So, you mean to say you are a... "

"I'm a VIRGIN!!" the man shouted proudly in a most superior tone. Until he noticed everyone staring at him, that is.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a virgin, Thrudd!" Blon called over his shoulder.

"I say that's virgin on the ridiculous, Thrudd. Won't they be expecting a girl??" Danic mumbled, thinking that this plan wasn't such a good one after all. It wasn't good to anger the gods. Even if Thrudd did have an "in".

"Don't worry about a thing, Danic. We'll dose him with some herb, stick him in a dress and they'll never know the difference."

Well the guys weren't quite sure that her plan was going to work, but sure enough... twenty minutes later they were back on course and there was land in sight.

******

Land ho! (or Thrudd does some shopping)​

It took Thrudd a bit to get her legs used to the land again, but she soon saw that she couldn't wait a moment longer when she noticed the ship's smith doing his 'dwarvishly macho thing' in front of some other smiths.

Marching over, she grabbed his arm. "Don't you have somewhere else to be and some other things to do besides toying with these skraelings?" She hissed at the Viking. "It would be an unfair fight after all," she added in a meaningful manner to the slowly smoldering men who were watching on as she turned away.

Danic, who had followed her, was chuckling under his breath. She glared at him and sent him back to the ship with a lethal threat of having to carry her packages if he dared follow her one more step. Most Vikings hated shopping of any sort, much preferring to sack and pillage instead. In Thrudd's eyes, it mussed your hair and clothes and chipped your nails. Shopping was so much more satisfying.

Leaving Blon to follow or not, the godha headed for the marketplace she knew would be somewhere in the center of the city. There were things she needed and hopefully someone would have fresh newts on hand.

Thrudd wandered through the market listening to vendors as they hawked their wares; each one offering bigger, better, tastier, finer goods than the merchant before. Of course she stopped often, haggling over prices, hefting the weight of things in her hand, examining bolts of cloth for flaws in the weaving.

All the while she kept her eyes open for a merchant who would not be so vociferously touting his or her vendibles. These would be almost certainly available on the outskirts of the market, perhaps in a dark forgotten corner. But it would be there. Shops and stalls of this sort always were.

At last! The godha had found what she was looking for. Turning toward the smith who had foolishly chosen to follow her, Thrudd removed the top item from his package-laden arms and stared him in the eye.

"Don't you go wandering off, Blon. I will only be a moment and then we will return to the ship before I take rooms for the night," she said sternly. As she entered the dimly lit shop, Thrudd chuckled, thinking she heard him grumble something that sounded a lot like "B... witch".

With the last two boxes of newts to be had and a lead on a great place to get shrooms, Thrudd finally emerged and headed for The Drunken Dragon for dinner and a good night's sleep. In the morning she'd make her way to the Dungeon of Doom to further the education she'd begun with Arch-Liche Hubert by carrier pigeon years ago.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Ragnarok stepped into the inn, his heavy leather coat thrown across his body, and a large battle axe strapped to his broad back. Hesitently, he threw the hood back to reveal his leathery green skin and face. The savage cast of his face marked him instantly as an orc, though he did not act as one. His demeaner was far more calm and collected than that of most of his savage race. Seating himself near the elf, his back to the wall.

 

[LadyFairy]

The Orc's entrance caught Adewen's attention. Was he one of the ones she was supposed to meet. He like herself was not normaly welcome in places such as this and she had to admit her curiosity was getting the better of her.

Rising from her seat drink in hand she moved to stand infront of him. Mind if i join you?

 

[Vibro repairman]

Bronks indecision was cut short when to his left he heard the sounds of a commotion, and on arriving at the scene was confronted with...

"Adventurers," he grumbled, pulling the heavy doubled-bladed axe from the holder on his back. They had not yet noticed him, instead focused upon a figure that stood nearly as tall as Bronk before a door, prepared to rush it. Torchlight carried by a human glinted off the golem.

Bronk charged in, throwing himself between the adventuring party and the golem.

"WHAT do you think you are doing?" he bellowed.

The adventurers scrambled to halt, piling into one another, a dwarf warrior at the fore. The dwarf pushed up the nasal guard of his pot helmet and looked up at the minotaur, and look confused. "What do you think we are doing" said the dwarf, phrased as a statement rather than a question. "We're raiding the dungeon."

"THAT is a priceless porcelain golem. Third Ping Dynasty, comissioned by the Emperor Ping the Pitiless himself," Bronk replied, glaring down at the dwarf. "And you were just going to smash it apart to get through that door, weren't you?"

"Well, um, its in the way," said the dwarf, looking a little insecure now. He glanced back and up to his nearest companion, another warrior-type, a thick-set human whose knitted brow seemed to suggest he wasn't going to be much help.

"We ain't searched down there yet," said the barbarian, pointing his sword at the white golem decorated with fine blue ink and the door behind it.

"Unless you are looking for plush toilet paper and perfumed soap, you'd better look elsewhere. Thats the ladies washroom," Bronk replied.

"Ah, uh," the dwarf said, "right, we'll just be on our way then," blushing behind his beard, and the adventurers retreated.

 

[Screech]

A large humanoid with the head of a hyena, and a powerfully built body clad in various scavenged pieces of armour strode into the inn. Already it was starting to look quite full. Walking over to the bar, he dumped a gem on the table. "Grath want meat! Now! Raw! Grath sit over there" He pointed to the table where the winged Elf and Orc sat. A quick flash of his teeth at the bartender, and he walked over to the table (one of the few with a seat available) and sat down

 

[Demos Straxus]

He raised an eyebrow at her request. It was quite unusual for women of any kind to approach him. His leathery skin, and red eyes tended to frighten even dwarven ladies. After a moments thought he nodded and waved a hand to the chair across from him.

"Be my guest. I am Ragnarok."

The gesture had exposed a slight part of his wrist, and part of a rune tattooed there. Ragnarok covered it quickly. If Orcs were not kindly looked upon, Orc mages were positively despised.

His voice was the deep craggy voice of an orc, but with an odd candence, like that of a spellcaster or bard.

Turning his head he barked for a mug of mead, and soon recieved it, with the server also asking what his companion would like.

Waiting for her response, Ragnarok noticed the appearence of the bizzare were creature, and frowned at its invasion of his privacy. It was drooling all over the table.

"Good evening. Can I help you with something?"

 

[LadyFairy]

Adewen sat down and said I'll have the same. in responce to the servers question. She had noticed her companion tug down his sleve but didnt say anything she had a few secrets of her own, she wouldnt pry into his. So what brings you here? she asked as she finnished of the last of the mead she already had, and sat the cup aside.

Hearing a comotion at the door she watched as another stranger came thru the doors calling for raw meet, and watched him come over to join them. Ignoring the drool she waited.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Thrudd

Thrudd peered out from around the door just in time to see the last of the latest group of adventurers to breach the Dungeon of Doom. "Pesky buggers," she muttered. "I woulda changed them into newts if I'd been out here." Hmm... maybe it's not too late, she mused, and was just raising her hand to call them back when she eyed Bronk who immediately made her forget about newts. Who needed newts anyhow. Especially when...

"My, my... what big... horns you have," she commented, eyeing the minotaur up and down and down again.

"Good afternoon, Thrudd. I erm... shunted them off," Bronk said modestly, gesturing down the now empty hallway. "You going to the erm... meeting?"

Thrudd nodded and sighed. "I see someone scrubbed the walls again." She'd been putting up color-coded arrows for him since her arrival three months ago and most of the time they worked... When someone wasn't scrubbing them off in their spare time. It wasn't like this was the Fairbottom Hilton or anything, she thought. "Don't worry, Bronk. When I find out who's taking them down, I'll... "

Bronk nodded. "Newt!"

Thrudd grinned, slipping her hand through his arm. "Yup! Now we'd better hurry or we'll be late."

Two rights and a left later Bronk was holding open the door to the Meeting Room. "Thanks," she said with a wink and sashayed on through. "So what's the discussion about today? Besides the pesky adventurers, I mean? Personally, I've got a smallish list of... " Thrudd reached into the bag she had tied at her waist and pulled out a scroll. A very, very long scroll.

 

[Screech]

Grath looked at the Orc. "Me Grath! Me wait here for meat! Only free chair. Me very hungry" He looked over at the winged elvish creature and grinned a toothy grin. "Me Grath VERY hungry!"

 

[LadyFairy]

I am not on the menu so dont even think about it... Grath.. Adewen said slipping a dagger from its sheath at her side, keeping it in hand just incase.

Nodding to the barkeep as he brought there drinks and Grath's raw meat, she ignored him for the most part while he begain to consume his fare. I am sorry if i have intruded. My name is Adewen, and i was simply wondering if you were going my way. There is a dungon not far from here where those like us are welcome. I can show you the way if your interested.

Keeping an eye on the hyena like creature she took a drink of her mead and waited to see what the Orc across from her would say.

 

[Screech]

Grath looked up, a piece of meat hanging from his maw. "Ad-ee-wen know of dungeon? Grath like dungeon! Lots of things to kill... and eat. Find shiney things too. Grath likes shiney things"

With a complete discrgard to manners, Grath started to chomp on the meat again

 

[Vibro repairman]

Bronk ducked his head under the doorframe, and entered after Thrudd. He nodded to the others gathered about the table, various representives from each level of the dungeon. He represented of course level four, as his abode was in the centre of the Misleading Maze.

Some of the others included,

Glop, a scrawny, pug-nosed goblin, was perched atop a high stool, fidgeted nervously. Representing the small tribe of goblins on level one, who took the brunt of the adventurers initial forays into the dungeon, he had survived a remarkably long time. This was likely due to the fact that no sane creature with a sense of smell would go within ten feet of him. As it was, he was forced to take a bath before every bi-monthly meeting of the Dungeon Denizens Club.

Lady Von Shreek, the banshee from level six, was sorting through a number of sheets of paper, manifesting just enough material presence to hold them. The scream a banshee gave could result in the death of any who heard it. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your point of view) Lady Von Shreek was mute, and was restricted to floating silently up to adventurers, tapping them on the shoulder and surprising them with signs reading such as OooooOOOOooooOOOOOOoooo. So far, this had only resulted in one death, that of an adventuring elderly wizard, who had had a heart problem.

And Iris, who was hovering at one end of the large table, a great eye peered through a monocle nearly two metres across. Around its metal frame, other eyes on stalks squinted. She was a beholder, from deep down in level fourteen. Terribly short-sighted as she was, Iris still managed to put on a good show for those adventurers who made it that far down into Hubert's dungeon.

Bronk squeezed into a reinforced chair along one edge of the table, watching the scroll Thrudd had pulled out still unfurling over the floor, and grinned inwardly. One of the latest to be appointed to the DDC committee, this was her second meeting and she had obviously been taking the position seriously.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Thrudd

"Does anyone know if Arch-Liche Hubert is coming to this meeting?" Aside from the correspondence course she'd taken with him when she was back home in Skjullhofud, she'd heard not a peep from the man since her arrival at the Dungeon of Doom more than six weeks ago. Frankly, every time she went to the floor he lived on, a gnarled gnome named Norman sent her packing with some excuse or another about the Master not wanting to be disturbed. Unaccustomed to being ignored, this really rankled Thrudd and she was bound and determined to see him one way or another. Besides, he had left out step three in the last spell he'd taught her and she still couldn't get that bloody broom to sweep let alone fly.

Taking a pair of wing-tipped rhinestone-studded glasses out of her bag, she set them on her nose and began to peruse the few changes she'd jotted down as the room suddenly filled with music. "Whut?" she asked, glancing up to see that everyone was looking around the room.

"Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Music."

"How can I hear when I'm all eyes?" Iris inquired irritably.

Bronk only shrugged and grinned.

"If you know something you should tell us now," Glop grumbled.

WHERE IS THE MUZAK COMING FROM? scribbled Lady Von Shreek.

"Ohhhh... " Thrudd said, a dim light coming on in her sometimes underpopulated head as she reached up and flicked a switch on her spectacles. "That's just my glasses. They're the latest thing, dontcha know... Digital Music Eyewear. By Hasbro. Do you actually think Mr. Cheapskate Arch-Liche Hubert would have sprung to pipe in music down here? Sheesh."

That part of the discussion over, Thrudd flipped the scroll over to peruse the other side while Bronk tried to free his leg from the end that had wrapped around his ankle. "So... I've got a few ideas for changes around here, but I believe the first item on the agenda is... "

"PESKY ADVENTURERS!!" they all shouted, growled, shrieked and scribbled in unison.

"Uh huh. And Bronk here sent of a particularly nasty group of dwarves just moments before we got here. He saved my life, I tell you," Thrudd added with a sage nod of her head that set the music playing again. "Isn't there something we can do?"

"Turn them off again?"

Thrudd sighed. "Not about my glasses. About the... "

"PESKY ADVENTURERS!!!"

 

[Vibro repairman]

"We're getting short-handed on the upper levels," Glop said, pausing to pick his nose, then pausing again to examine his findings. "The Chief of the Stoat-stickers is considering moving our tribe elsewhere."

"That would leave level one all but unguarded!" Iris said, her great eye going wide. She was perhaps the longest-serving dungeon denizen in Huberts 'employ,' and loyal to the point of near blindness.

I HEAR SIMILIR ON SEVERUL LEVELS wrote Lady Von Shreek. IF HUBERT WAS NOT LOOKING FOR A CURE TO MY VOICE, I WOULD PROBABLY CONSIDER LEEVING MYSELF.

Bronk shrugged his wide shoulders. "I'd have to find my way out first. Hopefully the advert we placed in last months Good Cryptkeeping and Monsters Digest has attracted some new help. We should check if there have been any new arrivals at Fairbottom."

 

[Lotharian]

Ralnos woke up and shaked his head. What time was it? Ralnos muttered some magical words and a series of numbers in bright green and made with straight lines appeared before him. BAH! The meeting had already started! He was going to go and complain about what was going on. He hadn't gotten a lesson in ages nor had he got a paycheck! He needed his 20 gp a month TO LIVE! (Well, he really only need 5 cp, but he needed a new Spellbook and that new 'Hubert the Great' set of alchemy tools!)

But he had to get to the meeting... and now! Uhm... how did that spell go though? Ah yes. So he focused, pulled out the small component, and focused...

"Materia Transferius Invertious!" Ralnos shouted the magic words. He didn't realize he needed to say Inverious.

Ralnos appeared in the meeting room. Success! But something was wrong... terrible wrong... Everyone was on the ceiling! Turned the world upside down! What had he done! Ralnos thought of what to do before suddenly the ceiling came quickly upon him.

Ralnos, a moment later, was on his feet, whiping the dust from his robes and looking about. The world was right. Success! Ha! Just be SHEER WILL did he right the world! Hubert would be proud.

"Excuse my interruption but my Master hasn't payed me my cheque for living here!" Ralnos said with a shout before he suddenly realized whom who was before. "Erm... your lordships and ladyships and... itships."

Ralnos suddenly noticed the woman right near him. "AH! Who are you!?! Where did you come from!?!"

 

[Demos Straxus]

I am not on the menu so dont even think about it... Grath.. Adewen said slipping a dagger from its sheath at her side, keeping it in hand just incase.

Nodding to the barkeep as he brought there drinks and Grath's raw meat, she ignored him for the most part while he begain to consume his fare. I am sorry if i have intruded. My name is Adewen, and i was simply wondering if you were going my way. There is a dungon not far from here where those like us are welcome. I can show you the way if your interested.

Keeping an eye on the hyena like creature she took a drink of her mead and waited to see what the Orc across from her would say.

If Ragnarok was the slightest bit offput by their dining companion he didn't show it. He'd dealt with far worse during his time in the Orc military. Atleast this brute didn't eat intestines in front of them.

"You are not intruding. I am indeed heading for the dungeon......I am looking for employment at this point. My prior employer was forced to retire quite....suddenly."

He sipped his mead and smiled thinly. He supposed being ripped apart by ravenous, freshly summoned succubi could be considered a retirement....what the had done with the corpse was quite.....interesting. Teach the old fool to treat him like one of his low brow relatives.

 

[LadyFairy]

Adewen nodded her head in his direction taking another sip of her meed. Once we are done here then if you like we can travle togehter. Looking over at Grath she wondered if he were heading that way as well.

She didnt ushually travle with someone who would as soon eat her as look at her, but who was she to judge who would be allowed, and who would not. Will you be traviling that way as well Grath? she asked glad that the dungon was not far off. As long as she stayed on her guard and ignored his comments and crude behavior then she would be fine.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Ragnarok nodded, and sipped his drink again.

"That would suit me well Adewan. It has been some time since I traveled with another."

 

[Tonsillitis]

The driver pulled back on the brake of the yellow checkered coach pulled by an extemely large rooster as it clattered to a halt in front of the Drunken Dragon Inn. Some pesky adventurer had stolen the Dungeon's team of horses again and Bob was the only thing they'd left that was large enough to pull any kind of weight. Not many outside the Dungeon ever had much use to ginormous cocks... leastways not this sort.

Sticking his head inside the door, Elmer noticed a couple "possibles". "Yust a head's off," he called out on his way toward the bar. "The cooch for Dungeon of Doom will deplete in fifteen miniatures. Finish up yer bidness and climb abroad."

 

[katalynn]

Sylvia had been watching and waiting in a corner booth. Her elven hearing listening to the conversations and it peeked her interest. Dark elves tend to keep to themselves and she was one of the quiet ones. Just watched and observed the group. It was an odd mix no doubt about that. Sylvia stayed semi hidden in her cloak as she stood up, looking in the direction of the thing that would be taking them to the dungeon and just as quietly, she walked out and slipped into funny looking coach. She didn't think about what the others would think of her, but she was in it for the money and adventure anyway. Besides, dark elves didn't care what most people thought.... then again.. This group wasn't *most people*.

Also, Sylvia did sign up for the job in the begining which is how she knew about the meeting so she felt the others didn't need to know her right now anyway. Least of all when she didn't trust any of them. They were all strangers, never trust strangers. In this case though, she would wait it out and see what happens.

 

[Screech]

Grath grinned, lifting his head from the mostly devoured meat. "Grath go to dungeon, yes! Grath kill many! Get shinies! Maybe find good eatings!"

He grinned at the winged elf at the last part, knowing that she felt a little uncomfortable with his culinary descisions. Perhaps that would keep her mind sharp, and alive...

Grath finished off the meat, before cracking open the bone and sucking out the marrow