Dungeon Crawling (Day 2)
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Stomping into the bar at this time is a rather dour-looking creature, last seen in line. At the time the stocky stature and near-permanent frown made it seem as if the call reached the Duergar of the Underdark, but upon closer inspection he's simply a Dwarf. Without so much as a glance to the men huddled over the map he sets his traveler's pack next to a barstool with a surprisingly loud thud, coughs, and hops his way onto the seat. It's clear that he's very comfortable in the particular stool he selected, and upon closer inspection the floorboards seem worn and bent where his pack sits.
Two oddly misshapen coppers clatter on the bar, and the harried barkeep stays true to cliche as he slides over with a frothing pint. A frothing pint and a crumpled piece of paper with hasty scrawl. The barkeep seems to be scraping his knife on the lumpy coppers, but the Dwarf stops him with a slow, silent shake of his head; the barkeep goes back to more mundane matters. The Dwarf slowly sips his lager while reading the paper, as a lord or baron would read correspondence over wine, and the barkeep resumes his nervous stares at the collected men of ill repute. Suddenly, the Dwarf sputters and chokes; it would have been a full spit-take had he not held the beer in his mouth so adamantly.
"The Seven Shards of the Black Lich?!"
He turns finally towards the rest of the assembled group, as if seeing them for the first time.
"Insanity! Records tell much of the Black Lich, I should know, but his Crystal shards are nothing more than a fabrication by Bards who feel the strange need to make more infamous the creature who has already killed so many and destroyed so much. This is our mission? This is madness."
The Dwarf takes a long gulp of his lager, then sets the empty pint down with a clatter.
"I've got everything we'd need for wilderness travel in my shop," he says with a stubby thumb pointing out the door. "When do we leave?"
Two oddly misshapen coppers clatter on the bar, and the harried barkeep stays true to cliche as he slides over with a frothing pint. A frothing pint and a crumpled piece of paper with hasty scrawl. The barkeep seems to be scraping his knife on the lumpy coppers, but the Dwarf stops him with a slow, silent shake of his head; the barkeep goes back to more mundane matters. The Dwarf slowly sips his lager while reading the paper, as a lord or baron would read correspondence over wine, and the barkeep resumes his nervous stares at the collected men of ill repute. Suddenly, the Dwarf sputters and chokes; it would have been a full spit-take had he not held the beer in his mouth so adamantly.
"The Seven Shards of the Black Lich?!"
He turns finally towards the rest of the assembled group, as if seeing them for the first time.
"Insanity! Records tell much of the Black Lich, I should know, but his Crystal shards are nothing more than a fabrication by Bards who feel the strange need to make more infamous the creature who has already killed so many and destroyed so much. This is our mission? This is madness."
The Dwarf takes a long gulp of his lager, then sets the empty pint down with a clatter.
"I've got everything we'd need for wilderness travel in my shop," he says with a stubby thumb pointing out the door. "When do we leave?"
Zem stared at the newcomer with an expression of almost comical confusion. "Er...who are you?" he asked. "Another member of our party, I assume?" A thought occured to him. "Do you have any alchemist's fire in your shop, perchance?"
EDIT: Changed this post completely, as the Inev posted his thing while I was writing it.
EDIT: Changed this post completely, as the Inev posted his thing while I was writing it.
The Dwarf blinks twice, as if a switch has just activated a trap somewhere in the dungeon of his mind. He pays for a new drink with a pair of normal-looking coins as he unfurls a familiar white-marked paper from his pocket.
"Varstl Silverhand," he explains to his staring audience after his outburst. "Dungeoneer."
"Varstl Silverhand," he explains to his staring audience after his outburst. "Dungeoneer."
"An excellent plan, my new companions," Zem said. "I just want to pick up a few things before leaving...I'll meet you all on the edge of town."
He leaves the inn, finds a shop, and buys two flasks of alchemist's fire. (40 gp)
OOC: There, now I have what I want and we can get moving.
He leaves the inn, finds a shop, and buys two flasks of alchemist's fire. (40 gp)
OOC: There, now I have what I want and we can get moving.
"Ah yes, adventure," Zem smiled. "A wonderous thing indeed when viewed from a distance. One must hope that one never get's close enough to it to see the grime that encrusts it."
Before rejoining the party Zem had changed into his travelling clothes and picked up the rest of his equipment. His clothes were still blue with gold trim, but much sturdier now. He carried what looked to be a walking staff with a wickedly sharp spear head attached to one end, a staff that couldn't really be called a spear due to its shortness. A finely built crossbow of black metal and darkly oiled wood was strapped across his back.
OOC: I have a shortspear and a light crossbow, in case anyone's wondering.
As for three people being online at once...that might be tricky for me. I'll be on erratically tomorrow, and then on for a long time on Monday. Might be on later today, but it's doubtful.
Before rejoining the party Zem had changed into his travelling clothes and picked up the rest of his equipment. His clothes were still blue with gold trim, but much sturdier now. He carried what looked to be a walking staff with a wickedly sharp spear head attached to one end, a staff that couldn't really be called a spear due to its shortness. A finely built crossbow of black metal and darkly oiled wood was strapped across his back.
OOC: I have a shortspear and a light crossbow, in case anyone's wondering.
As for three people being online at once...that might be tricky for me. I'll be on erratically tomorrow, and then on for a long time on Monday. Might be on later today, but it's doubtful.
OOC: I suggest we just go. Get this game moving a bit. Bring on the goblins! Forward the dragons! Let's rock this fantasy world already!
IC: "Let's go, hey?" Zem threw out his arm in a grandiose gesture towards the woods looming in front of them. The spearhead on his staff came perilously close to Velve's face, but Zem didn't appear to notice.
IC: "Let's go, hey?" Zem threw out his arm in a grandiose gesture towards the woods looming in front of them. The spearhead on his staff came perilously close to Velve's face, but Zem didn't appear to notice.