ooc: this is a RP Tavern with no rules exept for rules of reality there are no stats
this tavern is for anyone who wants to enter just describe your charector as He\She walks in. In this tavern there will be fights in the arena and drinks served at the bar. if you have any questions or comments about rules and stuff e-mail me at trippetto@hotmail.com and i will explain.


*you walk in and see a bartender behind the bar you notice that the bartender that looks like a retired veteran*

*you walk inside*


Welcome to The Dusty Dwarf how may i help you?

[This message has been edited by Dark Xan (edited September 24, 2001).]

Arabesh walks into the bar, wiping the dust from his head and shaking out his cloak from the road. "Too dry this season is...reminds me a bit too much of home..." He removes his cloak and his coin pouch and walks to the barkeep. "Have any water do you?" The man looks gruffly at Arabash but reluctantly gives out some water for free. He pours a bit in his hands and washes the dirt from his head, rune like tatoos of a god unfamiliar in this area shinning as the water cascades down his scalp. "My thanks, sir. Now...may I have a strong shot of something? Celebration is in order. Praise be to the Lord of Battle I made it here altogether. Seems like a welcome enough establishment for a weary jouyneyman spreading the good word and slaying a few unclean beasts in the process."

"sure"

*passes him strong drink*

"so brave adventurer have a seat and tell me of your travels"

(as the bartender gives him his drink a tall hooded creature walks in the door, the colour of his skin and pointy ears reveals he is a dark elf. He goes up to the bartender,interupting him)

*the dark elf takes off his hood*

(as his hood is removed you notice that there are scars and a few scratches here and there. Underneath the cloak you notice a glowing blue sword that is'nt like anything you have ever seen before)

"Greetings traveler" says the bartender

"do you have any rooms for rent"

"yes"

"i'll take whatever you have"

"that will be 1 gold peice"

*the dark elf flips the coin to the bartender*

*then the morehdel turns and walk up the stairs*

"wait" says the bartender

"I didnt catch your name"

*the dark elf turns around*

"I am Xan"

*with that said Xan hurrys off to his room*

ooc:by the way i am not talking about Xan from BG i am using the name and moonblade but thats all not the same class or personality not even the same race so i am not copying i am just borrowing two things: the weapon and name

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"How intruiging," Abaresh thinks to himself as the dark elf hurries up to his room. "Haven't encountered too many of their kind before. Wonder what bussiness he has here." Abaresh nods to the bartender, says a short prayer, and quickly knocks back his drink. "Ahh...it's the burn in the back of your throat that makes you feel alive, you know." He whipes his hand across his lips and continues to speak. "Well sir, I've been traveling from the desserts in the south. I'm on a disjmak as it is called...a quest to find onesself. I'm proud to call myself a holy warrior; with all my life, I serve the Lord of Battle, Maraketh. I've been traveling this way looking for causes to champion and glories and spoiles from battle to offer to my protector and god." Abaresh grins slightly, a stange look in his eyes. "Ah, yes I've seen my share of battles, and slain more than a few. But I've never killed an innocent by my blades if that's what you think." Abaresh pulls his twin scmitars from his side and slams them on the counter. Amazingliy, one seems to shine brighter than most have ever seen, while the other glows with an errie black light, sucking in light from around it. "Champoining a cause and killing indisriminately are two differnt things, friend. I'm sure someone such as your self understands these things." Abarash grins brightly and nods at the barkeep as me slowly puts his weapons back at his side where they belong. He quickly spins around and takes a seat at a nearbye table where he orders another stiff shot from a passing waitress, enjoying the fading scene of customers and passerthroughs going about their everyday lives.

"yes yes i have heard of such quests i never went on one though, and these scimitars they look very powerful,....anyhow my name is Uthar. Just call my name and i'll get you what you need, but for now i am retiring for the night."

*Uthar walks toward the stairs to his room*

"i'll see you in the morning"

[As time goes on the night falls and is soon followed by sunrise]

[in the morning you go downstairs and see the Xan examining his glowing blue blade]

[behind the bar is Uthar waiting for anyone to order a drink]

ooc:if you want me to change some of that last part, i will if you want something to happen during the night

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*Tarsom Carsomyr walks in and takes a seat. He is obviously worn out from a long journey. He slips his helmet and armor off to reveal a handome figure. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. He is about 6 feet tall, maybe a little more, with a heavy build. He looks very strong. A gnome takes a seat across from him and proceeds to do the same thing. The gnome has a very good physique, not built like a dwarf, but toned as such. His skin is darker than Tarsom's however he has the same blonde hair and blue eyes. He also has a distinguishing blonde gotee. The two begin to engage in conversation, the tone of their speech is relaxed, and they are obviously worn out.*

*Uthar walks toward the newcomer's table*

"would you like a drink?"

[just as Uthar says this the Xan chants something softly and his blade glows brighter]

*Xan taps his quikly emptied glass for a refill*

Uthar says to Xan "Be with you in a moment"

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*Tarsom turns toward the man* Two orders of the house special please. And a room if you have one, and if not, then directions to the nearest inn.

*the gnome agrees* Ay that's right.

*serves him two glasses of special*

"yup got plenty of rooms for ya"

"5 coins for the night and a coin for all ye ale you can drink"

*after he serves the glass he goes over to Xan*

[on his way over to Xan he notices the gnome walk upstairs to his room]

Xan "i need some ale"

Uthar "what kind?"

Xan "anything will do"

*Uthar turns quikly and gets a glass of ale, then gives it to Xan*

*Xan hands him 6 coins*

[as he hands him the coins you notice the strange marking on his hand]

*Xan slowly sips his ale in an impatient mannor, as if he was waiting for someone*

*Uthar shakes his hand and returns to Tarsom*

"so are ye going to stay for the night?"

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Aye that be right. *Hands over 8 coins.* Think of it as a tip of sorts. *Drinks his ale and converses with the gnome for a few minutes then turns back* If you'll show me to my room I think I'll be getting some shut eye now.

"right this way"

*walks up the stairs motioning to follow*

*opens door*

"here is your room sir"

[Tarsom and his gnomish compainion enter their room]

[A little time passes and Uthar is behind the bar wiping it off with a rag while a few customers come in get a drink socialize and leave, yet Xan is still there]

*Uthar walks over to Xan*

"waiting for someone are we?"

Xan "yes i am waiting for a freind"
[a small pause goes by]

Xan "me and my freind, Krivite are on our way to Elvardien to speak with the Eheledel leader because we have an important mission we are'nt allowed to speak of."

Uthar "oh i understand, back in my younger years i had a few missions dealing with the light elfs, wierd bunch they are."

Xan "yes too goody goody for me"

Uthar "well i have things to do so good luck waiting for ya freind"

*Xan goes back to examining his Moonblade*

*Uthar goes up to his room and goes to bed*

[As some time passes the sun rises and Uthar goes downstairs to see only Xan is down here this early and it appears his freind Krivite is with him]

[Xan and Krivite talk for a little while and then Xan walks up to the bartender]

*Xan approaches Uthar*

"thank you for the room and here is a coin for your troubles"

*flips him 1 gold coin*

Uthar "thanks for stopping by come again soon"

*Krivite walks outside*

*Xan walks towards the door and quikly runs back to Uthar*

"one more thing if someone comes through here asking for Xan or Krivite tell him we went "East" ok?"

Uthar "sure thing, ......farewell and good luck"

*Xan walks out the door*

[the room is emtpy exept Uthar who is behind the bar, Tarsom the gnome and Arabesh are in their rooms still asleep]

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*And dont forget Tarsom's friend, Ceymour Scheppen, the courageous fighter gnome.*

ooc: oh yeah forgot about your partner char
man this messes up a lot of stuff

[This message has been edited by Dark Xan (edited October 17, 2001).]

OOC: dont worry about it. Hey guess what your post is on fire now, 11 replies, woo-hoo!

While asleep....

*Tarsom dreams of his beautiful girlfriend Camber Requee Jennings.*

Tommorow Tarsom will go back to the town of Shaer to this wonderful lass.

ooc: if you dont mind go ahead and go downstairs so i can post again because right now i cant really do much untill you go downstairs and about your partner can you just edit your post and remove him it will screw up a lot of posts of mine if he is still there so it would be easiest if he just never existed

OOC: let Tarsom get his nights rest! ( I am about to call my g/f and talk to her so ya know.) Ceymour Scheppen (the gnome) isnt a permanent addition, he's just temporary (gnome fighters dont last too long in the world of DnD).... so someday he will get killed. But anyways, I cant talk much more so you might just shut down the inn for the night. lol. Sorry Uthar. Tarsom needs his shut eye.

ooc:i already made them sleep all you have to do is go downstairs, pay and then leave

you can always come back later, remember


and we will i'll make it so that when you two walked in he went to his room first thing doing anything else would take a long time to fix

OOC: okay whatever, just fix it up however you like. I am confused.

i am confused also but i think i got it stratend out

as soon as Arabesh, and your two charectors leave it will be rather easy to run this tavern but right now its very confusing because i hadn't exactly figured out how to do this until now

A tall man walks in the door, cloaked by the night as the Bartender was going up the stairs. The man walks in through the doorway wearing a large overcoat with a large black cloak covering his shoulders and head. He pushes back the cloak to reveal his face. At first glance people would say that he is about 21, but upon closer examination his features reveal years, or maybe centuries of experience. Although he looks old his hair greyed but at the root it is black. He is human and has rather beuatiful face. As he pushes back his over coat a glimpse of a large shining sword glints from under his overcoat.
He looks up at the retreating barman with interest, or what would normally be called interest.
"setting down early barman, thats not like any bar i've previously been to..."

*Tarsom and Ceymour pack their things and head out* Thanks for the stay, and might I give a comment. You really ought to do something about the beds. Ceymour had to climb up his, I know he's a gnome and all but have a little consideration. *In agreement Ceymour says* Yeah gnomes have feelings too *then he proceeds to chuckle as they walk out*

*Uthar walks back downstairs to see the newcomer*

"welcome stranger what can i do for ya?"

*Uthar waves to Tarsom and his companion as a farewell as he says that*

A new person walks in, this is a young man clad in a black and silver leather armor. It is styled to be as much an outfit for parties as well as armor in battle. By his side is a long slender blade, a rapier. The sword is also styled to be as much decoration as tool. strangely enough a wand is tucked down in his left boot. He has a smile on his lips and a flash in the eye. He walks up to the barkeep and introduces himself; "Hello good barkeep, what a splendid day it is. I am Alexei, recently out of Waterdeep. (ooc: this is Forgotten Realms right?) I would like a glass of wine please.

The stranger pulls up a bar-stool, and sits at the bar table. He looks up at the barman and smiles, "Ho there, barman, my name is Drazhar, i come from far away, you wouldn't have heard of it, so i won't bother telling you what it's called." leans back into the stool, and puts both his hands palm down on the table.
"I'm an assasin, and i can't say i haven't dabbled a bit in the magic arts either." he looks over at the other people accumalated in the bar. He looks at the man sitting at the table drinking from a glass of whine, "hmm, nice armour, but it's a bit flash isn't it?"

"i cant talk to three people at once so please just come in and sit down and i'll be with you two in a moment"

Yes Drazhar, But its part of who i am. Allow me to inrotduce myself; I am Alexei Saqarastar; Scout, Spy, Locksmith and seducer of women. I was recently chased out of Waterdeep due to a... *ahem* unlucky event with a noblemans daughter... Sufficed to say that it was best for me to get out of there quickly. But what about you... My friend what brings you to this part of the world?

OOC: Dude, Crawl you'r an awesome roleplayer, so are you Xan!.

*Thud, theres a loud bang as the Tavern door swings open wildly.
*Snorri enters the bar room and taking a look at all those sat in the seats.

"Barkeep" Barks Snorri, i need a Large Ale and make it a Strong 'un.

*Snorri is followed in to the Tavern by 5 other Dwarven built characters.

"Oh and the same for the others in my Company" Orders Snorri.
"Barkeep i need rooms enough for 6, do you have the space?"

Drazhar stands up from his stool abd walks over to Alexei's table. He pulls up a chair and sits down.
"Well you see, the reason i'm traveling is..." before Drazhar could finish his sentence it was cut of by the loud thud of the tavern doors being slammed open by a rather agitated looking dwarf, and five others following in suit. "hmm, Dwarfs, always so rude," he takes a deep breath and turns his attention from the dwarfs, to the person he is sharing the table with, "well you see i come from a city, that had some trouble with a neighbouring city. Some insults past hand and soon the disagreement got out of hand and te two cities broke out in war. A shame really, they were very nice cities as well.
"Anyway, in the city i lived in i had a bit of a reputation to be quite good at what i did, so the government, yes government, we have a governemnt to rule our city in stead of royalty or nobility," he takes a breath and carries on, "anyway, my government hired me out as a spy. But after 5 years of loyalty to my country i was framed for colaberating with the opposition, and in no time the whole city was after me. Now i'm just moving from place to place staying where i wish, making a living hiring out to people." He settles back into the seat opposite Alexei. "So this nobleman's daughter, what was she like...?" he smiles and carries on the conversation with Alexei.

Well, Nice and warm... Very tender, very much unlike her father i must say. Had the softest auburn hair.
*Alexei gets a dreaming look in his eyes* Ahh, i get all sentimental just thinking about her... Well, Lets move on to the next subject. So you are an assassin you say.. Never met one of those before. You people have quite a sinister reputation, but i guess it isnt all true.
Me, i'd rather solve my conflicts with words. it is much easier to clean up after as well. But if things get messy i like to use words then as well, except the effect might be a little more dramatical, if you catch my drift?
That doesnt sound like a very a very nice position yo be in my friend, hopefully you will get it all cleared up eventually.
*He signals the Barkeep and asks for another glass of wine.
The life of a scout and spy, yes i am familiar with it, although ive never gotten me into anything as serious as that... Well perhaps the one time where this high and mighty paladin thought i was about to conquer his wife... Whew, that was a close one. Had to use all my diplomacy there. She didnt even tell me she was married, then i would have been more covert in my doings... *Alexei laughs a little to himself.

The door to the tavern swings open. At first you think it's the wind, but the you notice the halfling that has walked through, quite short even by halfling standards, but with quite a bit more meat on him than would be expected. As he makes his way over to the bar he is heard to udder, "Damned mapmakers".
He then raises himself up onto a stool, stands up and says to the barkeep, "Give me something with a kick, and fast."

OOC: Uh where is Dark Xan???, my Snorri here is kept in suspense.

IC: *Snorri and his Dwarven party go to the corner of the Tavern and take two tables and place them together, seats are then arranged.

"Thorik, go unpack the mules and secure them for the night" Says Snorri.
"Aye Sir"
"Snorri, what are we to do about these, Xan and Krivite?" Asks Ghim.

*Snorri pauses "We will ask all in town, these two must not escape". "The Murder of Ambassador Drake must not go unpunnished".
"The poor manling".

"BARKEEP ALE NOW!"

ooc:aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh I leave for the weekend and NOW people show up lol anyway i got a lot of typing to catch up so exuse me if i take a while to get to your charactor

btw:looks like a good time for barmaids

*the bartender looks around and see's that he could use some help so he calls for his 3 daughters to come and help him*

*his daughters run down the stairs and simultainiously say "we're here father"*

*Uthar tells the girls to serve everyone*

*the girls go to each table getting ale for everyone*

*Uthar walks toward snorri*

"hello i couldnt help overhear you say something about Xan and Krivite they just left here"

"and about those rooms, yes we have enough but you will have to share two so three to a room is that ok?"

ooc:snorri thank you for the compliment on my roleplaying

ooc:sorry if i didnt respond to your charector with this posts if i didnt just tell me its hard to run this tavern with so many people and me being gone this weekend

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ooc: No appologies needed Xan

ic: *Snorri notices the appearance out of the back room what appears to be the bartender, the bartender then calls for some help on the busy Taven floor.

*Barkeep warks towards the Dwarven party

"Ah about time" Grunts Snorri "See to it that my men receive the best you have, they deserve it".
"What 3 to a room?, well i suppose we Dwarves have suffered worse, yes they will Suffice".
"And Barkeep what do you know about these, Xan and Krivite?, i take it you heard what they are wanted for?. We the Grimm Fists have been ordered to hunt and capture these 2... Filth, for the murder of an Imperial Ambassador. House Grimmnar were the hosts of a Dwarvo-Human relations conference, so we on our honour have sworn ourselves to punish these Criminals to the full exstent of Imperial Decree."

* a pause

"Ghim, my friend pay the kind manling for his eh... generosity"

*Ghim reaches into his satchel and places a full bag of gold coins on the table in front of the Bartender.

"yes i found the two very suspicious but i never heard what they where wanted for"

"i overheard Xan say something about traveling east and to tell that to anyone that came looking for them, i assume he ment you fellows"

"Hehehe, paladins wife you say? Hahaha. That would have been difficult to get out of, let me tell you. But i wouldn't mind to of been there when you talked your way out of it though, Paladins can be quite strong minded fellows." Drazhar gazes over Alexeis shoulder to the group of bustling dwarfs. "hmm."
Something catches his eye and he smiles. He nudges Alexei with his elbow and points to the bartable. "Time to work some of our magic on those nice specimens," Drazhar smiles as he watches Alexei following his gaze, "Why is it that Barkeep's always have pretty young things as daughters, you wonder?"
Both the adventurers laugh together whilst watching the Barmaids come their way.

ooc:hey you can control the marmaids actions if you want. After a little while i am going to introduce a new charector so controlling the barmaids would be very helpfull to me

Well, you are right about those daughters anyway, but in the Old Pig inn in Waterdeep the innkepers daughter isnt... well how shall i put this...? Well sh is the kind of girl that would do better in Calishan if you know what i mean...? There women wear scarfs in front of the face.
Heh, perhaps You will need magic but i dont consider it fair to use magic tricks in the art of charming, but i am not in the mood for... Company right now, so i wont demonstrate.
*Alexei and Drazhar both laugh.

I wonder what these dwarves are here for, i never liked the bearded race very much, always so rude and curt they are, and no at all home where i fare. I mean most of them go red like a tomato if they see a revealingly dressed woman, would like to know what they did if they would see one naked...?
*He laughs...
I heard them talking about a... Xan? Anybody you know?

"I think they're assasins, after Xan apparently, shall we make aquaintences with them?" Drazhar picks up his tankard and stands up.

The door of the tavern swings open, and yet nobody is at the door. Mere seconds later a swirl of red lightning reveals a lean githzerai. He is engulfed in an ever-shifting and swirling simple, black hooded-cloak, under which a brilliant crimson wizards' robe almost floats on a gangly tan-green body. The githzerai's black hair covers his slit eyes. He holds a staff of blue-gray wood in one hand, a simple druish staff. And in his other hand, a wand of black wood with a large red ruby floating atop it. He steps forth, dark as ever, his feet showing out of his robe, in simple soft, brown leather boots. He says in piercing, acidic tones "A firewine, if you please" and with that a pouch of gold appears floating in front of the bartender....

*Uthar grabs the gold and brings him the firewine and then returns to the dwarves conversation*

The githzerai weaves an intricate pattern with his staff, and promptly strikes the rune appearing in the air with his wand. And with that a blindigly illuminated magickal web flows out all over the tavern. The gith is now linked to every corner of the tavern and he can see and hear all that's going on in it.

*The Bartenders and Snorri's conversation is cut short as a strange looking Githzerai walks in to the taven.

"I dont like these creatures" grunts Snorri under his breath to his party.
"They seem to posses psychic powers"

*Snorri uses what seems to be sign language to his Dwarven friends, they all stop their casual banter and pay all attention to Snorri's every move.

"so bartender as u were saying?, they went east?. hmm very strange not like these Dark warriors to leave the City, unless they are to go to their underdark, where not even we can reach".
"Ghim what do you think"

"Captain Snorri i very much doubt, as you said that they would leave an area of business such as a city, but the problem is, is that we do not know who or what employed them, if they were. And where they come from, none of the cities garrison seemed to know about them, but someone does as we would not know their names".

*Snorri strokes his maginificently plaited beard.
"Just as i feared A Wild Goblin chase" "Two will be hard to find, i hope that the Dark ones are feared, i want all five of you to ask this towns inhabitants for any information if they have seen these Dark Elves, so we may still stand a chanceof tracking them down".

*Snorri Turns to the Bartender

"Thank you manling Uthar for you help, but if any information crosses your ears, don't forget we will be here for the night".
"It seems you have customers, one last thing, may i please have some menues for your house meals?"

*With this Snorri makes awares the Gith and all occupants of the Tavern.

ooc: Where is this town or city? i need to get my bearings, thanks

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*hands him what looks like a menu but a bit torn by amount of use*


ooc:good question.

ooc: we're lost in the middle of nowhere, thats bad luck ya know, i'm supprised you'r this busy lol.

ooc: we in a bar in the middle of nowhere....then what the hell am i doing here :lol:
ic: Drazhar stops half way across the room as the doors burst open. He looks back at Alexei, who just shrugs and looks at the blank space between the doors.
"hmm must have been the wind." After one more step towards the dwarfs a swirl of red lightening reveals a man standing in the doorway. Drazhar looks at the man standing in the door, and makes his way back to the table that Alexei is occupying. He nudges Alexei in the ribs with his elbow, "urm...what is that?" He asks as a magical web like form encases the room.



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ooc:its in the city of Krondor then

ooc: Krondor eh?, hmm i now have to go dig my map up, lol!

*Snorri calls over one of the barmaids
"Ah, what a fine selection of foods you have, uh we would like 3 Boars, nice and tender"

*Snorri finishes his mug of Ale
"And 6 large pitchers of your Finest Dwarven Ale, please my lovely"

*The Dwarves seem to be in a celebrative mood, they continue their wild banter and inflated stories of their clans greatest battles.

ooc:if you have it on computor send it to me i dont know any more of krondor than is in the first two books

ooc: ok, well my friend has hundreds of maps, so if i find it i will scan it and put it on my website and send you a copy ok?.

ic:*A Barmaid Brings The Dwarves their Ale on a tray "no need to pay, your bag of gold was enough" said the Barmaid.

"Why thank you" says Snorri

"Your meals shouldn't be long now"

*She walks off and picks up some empty mugs from the near by tables.

I dont know, Drazhar... But those dwarves dont seem to like it.
Wait, now i remember, Its a Githzerai, they are psychics from some other plane. What is he doing on the Prime Material?
But anyway, im more worried about those dwarves. There are more of them if it should come to combat. Perhaps we should go talk to the Gith?
He might be useful in a conflict...?
But on the other hand, if these dwarves ARE Assasins, you might be able to talk to them.
What do you think?

OOC: Please, let it be the Forgotten Realms. Because if it isnt my previous posts will sound really stupid, and besides most people here know the FR setting from BG I&II so it will be easier... Please?

ooc:k forgotten realms it is

The githzerai sits at his table, quiet, and leary, constantly moving his eyes, inspecting the tavern. Suddenly he snaps his fingers, and in them appears a worn, beige parchment, runic writing covering it entirely. In a murmer and an intricate series of hand movements that go by in a blur, the paper floats in front of the githzerai's face and burns up in flame until there is but hanging dust. In a brief flash of silvery light, the gith is surrounded in a blue aura that blinks once, and turns invisible once more, and continues to pulsate. He says in a sly, paranoid tone "If anyone here has but a glimmer of ill feelings toward me, I suggest you keep them quite secret. For if but one dagger or spell is raised with the intention to harm me, my ki aura shall smite the wielder in a most unpleasant way." And with that the githzerai sits and waits, slowly sipping his firewine, ever cautious of danger...

*Uthar looks at githzerai*

"hmmm a little grumpy are we?"

* Snorri ceases his conversation with his Lieutenant and turns to face the Githzerai

"I don't know who you are, or what you are doing, but i suggest you stop right now!.
This is a Tavern for resting, not casting your futile Magics" Barks Snorri

* Snorri gets up and paces towards the Gith

"So planes walker, what will it be?. Will you cease the Magics or be thrown out?, and dont scare me with you rubbish, it wont work"

"Uthar, do you want the Magics stopped?, it seems to be disturbing the peace".

*Snorri brings attention to his Massive Dwarven gold neck chain, it has the crest of the Royal house of Grimmnar and has runes inscribed upon it.

ooc: this could be fun :) no offence, but Snorri likes to eat and drink in peace, and the gith is disturbing it, he just had to go and challenge him didn't he?.
So Drazhar, are you going to ask the dwarves what they are doing?

Uthar "can you please stop with the magick its seems to be disturbin me customers,or at least cut it down a little"


ooc:Doesnt matter to me

The halfling hops off his stool, then disappears in plain sight. walks over and begins to listen to the conversations without being seen.

*Alexei jumps to his feet.
"Everybody, just calm down, noone has any intention of hurting anybody in here alright? this should be a plave for relaxing not fighting. If you, dwarf, will go back to your seat, and you, gith, will calm down and try no to provoke anybody, im sure we can work all this out!. I, at least intend to have a nice evening, without worrying about fighting. There is enough space in this bar for everybody"
*He sits down again and goes back to his conversation with Drazhar, but still looking at the people in the bar. He mumbles some words and sees the hidden halfling. He notes to himself that, this person also must be a rogue.

* Snorri faces Alexi
"hmmmm as you wish, but if this Gith, waste does not stop his magics then i will have no patients".

*Snorri turns to walk back to his stool, but pauses and throws an icy stare into the Giths eyes, the Gith smirks with malice

"pathetic"

* and so he walks back, holding his chain
"you will prove yourself one day, but perhaps not now".

*Shortly after the Dwaves settle back in, 3 Boars are brought out by the three bair maids.

"Ah atlast, we can end a day of hard travels with a hard meal"
*Snorri and the dwarves grin

"uh an' wun last fing, says Snorri with a mouthfull, 'nuther roun' o' large Ales please"

ooc: i will send you a map of the FR and you choose where we areok?!.

In surprise the githzerai blinks, and seems to drop his shield. In apologetic tones he says "I apologize for the display, I have had my share of encounters. Un-named assassins are hunting me it would seem, and I am merely overally vigilant. If you would forget this occurence I would be most grateful. For I am here merely to sit and have a drink, and soon enough, my destiny shall reveal what I must do next..." And so with that the githzerai finishes his firewine, and waves his hands, gesturing for a second.

"Well my friend, i am sorry for my rashness, i seem to lose my temper some times, although i never notice".

"As long as i the Grimm Fists are here, no harm, magic or blade will come to you".

"I to am seeking, although i seek assassins and not be hunted by them, but we have a cause in common, and perhaps you would travel with us?"

"wot do you say?"

"oh by the way wot is your name?"

ooc:I am a shadow dancer not a rogue, and you would not see me as hide in plain site makes me completely invisible, it is an ability of the shadow dancer.

ic:For fear of being bumped into, the small halfling looks for the shadow closest to the conversationist that would cause the least amount of contact with other people and does and leaps to it(in essence a teleport to a shaded area another shadow dancer ability).

OOC: Shadow_Assasin; if you look at my post you will see that Alexei mumble a few words, it was a "See Invisibility" spell. (Because Alexei is a Rogue/Sorcerer).

IC:
*Alexei raises an eyebrow when he notices that the halfling has dissapeared.
Hmmmm, wonder where he went...? he says to himself.
Drazhar, did you see that halfling who was here before? He went invisible and moments after i detected him, he dissapeared altogether. Have you heard of anybody who can do a thing like that?

OOC:hey can someone make me a map for my tavern and area surrounding it

ooc: may I join?

ic:
*At that moment the tavern doors burst open*
*In walks what appears to be a golden-Elf. He looks rather tall for an elf, almost six feet. You wonder what magic has been meddling with the physiology of this elf for it is truly a wonder for an elf to be as tall as Humans. He looks to be struggling with each step he takes. He appears to be wearing an Elven chain-mail, though it is torn in some parts. This gives you a clue that he may wield some magic about him.*

*The elf struggles to the nearest unoccupied table.*

"Barmaid! Come here quickly!"

*The barmaid hurries over carrying a tray of drinks intended for somebody else*

*He swipes one of the drinks and gulps it down quickly. Before the barmaid could react, the elf takes off his mail, revealing a horrid wound, still bleeding*

"My spells... are spent. I need... healing.."

EDITED AFTER THIS.

ooc: Here's a small summary (correct, I hope) of those that have come and go. Name followed by race in brackets. *:away

Dark Xan : Uthar, the Bartender (???); Xan* (Dark Elf); Krivite* (Dark Elf)

TarsomCarsomyr: Tarsom Carsomyr* (Human); Ceymour Shceppen* (Gnome)

theHolyGit: Drazhar (Human)

Firestorm: Alexei Saqarastar, seducer of women (???)

Snorri: Snorri (???); 6 Dwarves

Shadow Assasin: ??? (Halfling)

Azirath: ??? (Githzerai)

and me, RythmicBarbarian: ??? (Gold-elf)

plus 3 (I think) barmaids that can be controlled by anybody.

Whew!

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The githzerai collects himself, and rationally and very matter-of-factly states "Yes, I believe it shall be in out best interests to travel together, we would be less vulnerable in a group." He proceeds to stroke his wand with his index finger as he holds it "I have a few magic items of worth, my cloak makes me difficult to hit in combat, my robe allows me to resist magick easily, my wand can fire magic missiles, and my staff can do that all... more... I'm sure with these and my own experience I shall be useful in any combat that may occur."

ooc: is it me or are elves taller than humans?, and how on earth did you tear your elven CMail?, it made of paper?. U should wear good Dwarven mail, never tears and u wont get hurt :)

ic: "Oi Thranik Go help the elven pansey" Orders Snorri to the last dwarf in the line, wearing a hood over his head.

"Ay sir"

*Thranik stands up and walks to the Gasping, wounded Elf, "here friend, Calm" Speaks Thranik in a smooth spoken voice, as he opens the Elves hand.

*Thranik passes a hand full of green berries, and instructs the elf to eat them.

*He places his hand over the gap in the torn chain mail.

"Oothrey, binskay, Orivnay. Moradin, my mighty lord and master, seek the paths of cleansing and purify the sufferings wounds"

*With that a great white energy filled and blinded the ocupants of the room momentarily.

"There, now my master has turnt his eye against our Fueding cultures, now the least you can do is return the favour, when the time arises".

*Snorri walked up to te Elfs table, so friend, why the glow?, did it get dark?.

ooc: Snorri, IIRC in D&D elves do not grow taller than 5'5" give or take 2". And the torn mail hints that my character has been attacked by something really strong...

ic: *The elf opens his eyes and realizes he was healed by a dwarf, looking even more surprised seeing one sitting across him.*

"A Dwarven cleric? Such rarity I have not seen before. Thank you for the assistance though I do not care much o'er being called a pansey."

*The elf looks around and although startled that a githzerai is present, he ignores him*

"Aye, I was attacked from behind -cowards- by two hooded manlings and I say manlings because they do not seem human though I may be mistaken, for they were well trained in the arts of concealment. Stole my money they did, but gems I still have. I managed to slay one but the other knocked me out as soon as I landed the killing blow. Their blow was misdirected though, thanks to my now broken helmet, and I awoke soon after. Gone was the body as well as the rogue. They appeared to be petty thieves, though I expect it was part of a sinister plot, to thwart my plans,"

*The elf calles for another drink*

"Haen-Dal I am called and my story has been told. I am eager to hear yours."

*Uthar walks over to Haen-Dal and hands him his drink this time*

"Aye by any chance where the ones who attacked you dark elfs? Because they where just in here."

HAHA this is a great story, maybe i shuold ruin it with my level fighter/theif/mage/cleric/barbarian/bard/ranger at levels 20/20/20/20/20/20/20/20 and do some gibberish and kill everybody .... but nah some moderater told me to stop acting like an idiot (note my icon) so instead im gonna have my lvl 1 commoner walk in and say

"eee god!, adventurers! eee god! dark elves!"

he then abrubtly leaves the tavern

Links to FR maps can be found right here at Sorcerers Place. Check out the FAQs at the bottom:
http://www.sorcerers.net/Games/NWN/aorta.htm

*Tarsom walks in, quiet, solemn, tired. His gnome friend is not accompanying him this time. He puts a few gold coins on the counter, grabs a key, and goes straight to his room. Upon entering his room he locks the door, and heads straight to sleep.*

OOC: Seems Like Drazhar ownt be coming back so im on my own.

IC:
*Alexei leans back in his chair, he has a slight smile on his lips because his little "act" worked, now the Gith and the dwarves are getting along nicely.
When he sees the large man walking in he softly says to himself: Well, something must
have gone wrong in his adventure.
*With these words he stands up, and goes to his room, just before going up the stairs he smiles at a waitress, and shortly after she accompanies him upstairs...

"You speak of the Drow? Perhaps my attackers were Drow, for their skin were very well concealed, and only those with something to hide would do so." replies Haen-Dal to Uthar.

"I am tired, gold I have not, but gems I do have and I'm sure they are worth some monetary value to you. I wish to have the best room that you have to offer and some ale to accompany me to bed. Here."

*He searches his gem bag and produces two diamonds which he hands to Uthar*

"I trust this is enough for one night,"

Turning to the dwarf, he says "Hmm..., perhaps they weren't the dark elves you mentioned. 'Tis true I managed to slay one. Nay, those were not the same 'people' that you are looking for. Still... *sighes* I'm sorry for cutting our conversation short, but I must rest. Perhaps we can continue our conversation when I'm better."

*Haen-Dal gets up and glances at the githzerai once more and proceeds up the stairs*

"Uthar, send one of your barmaids to show me to my room, and send the ale up soon, if you may"

*He disappears up the stairs*

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"Haen-Dal is it, well met my wounded friend, yes Thranikan is a deciple of Moradin, he is a member of the circle of 13. And is a very valuble member to my hunting party".
"Hmmm, your attackers, maybe Dark elf, but you would dead if it were the ones we are persuing, they can slip past a heavily armed Dwarven escort, and kill an ambassidor, so no i rule them out".

*The tavern door opens and Tarsom walks back into the tavern, this time no accompanied by his gnomish friend.

"Hmm" Snorri Pondors

"do you need help to your room?"

"no thanks, i can manage" says Haen-Dal

"well rest well".

*Snorri turns and faces the Gith

"ah my friend, nice to hear, well what is your name? mine as you may know is Snorri Snorrison Jnr, son of Snorri Snorrison Jnr Jnr" Says Snorri Proudly.

ooc: horah i'm a Kobold :).
I thought Xan was gonna pop up then, or is it the ex-gnome??? find out in the next episode of... nah who knows?!

ooc: I just want to clear things up about my character. I've been playing using him for a long time so he matters to me. I didn't think I described my character well enough -yeah, I know, my roleplaying sucks, even my cha's name sucks- so here.

The torn chainmail is a family heirloom passed down for generations so don't think it happened in the fight before I came to the tavern :). I'm wearing an elven chainmail, a silver-blue cloak with jewels adorned at the clasp. My sword-sheath is also adorned with beljurils and diamonds with runes that mysteriously shines bluish-silver in the light. That's all that I can say right now and I'm sorry if I ruined the forum.

*Kneels down and apologizes*

Sigh, I need to work on my role-playing...

"Ah my lord me and the uthers are goin' to our rooms now, please do not stay up to late". informs Ghim.

"O' Ghim you worry too much, for 78 you sure do act old, well i suppose i will be up to the rooms when i finish my conversation with our new Gith friend here"

"Now how about you make my bed nice and comfy and get me an extra blanket from the packs?"

"I will go sir" Says Thorkin eagerly

*Thorkin rushes off to where Thorin stored the packs.

"Ah now he will make a fine Warrior one day eh Ghim?" Snorri slaps Ghim on the back

"Aye indded me lord, well i'm off"

"ok then, dont forget me bed".

*Ghim and the others walk upstairs with Thorkin in tow with a mule pack obscuring his vision.

The githzerai smiles menacingly and whispers to himself in his native tongue "The fool, the poor misguided fool. Does he not remember my little spell?." And with that the githzerai holds back a maniacal laugh and merely winks at the dwarf... Not only that but he can read the dwarf's mind...

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*Snorri oblivious to the Giths ability smiles back.

*He makes a sign to the barmaid to catch her attaention, Large ale and a firewine for my friend here.

"So thins place gets stranger by the minute, i mean a glowing elf, a Gith and god knows what else".

*Snorri laughs.

"So what is your name or do you refuse to tell me?".

*The last barmaid serving, having the others retired for the night, brings the teo their drinks

"So where do you come from?, its not like a creature like you to visit these planes"

ooc: Don't be so hard on yourself Rythnic. I was very rusty when I found this forum. I had been away from the game for about 5yrs, and even back then I was limited, but the people on this board combined with the phb and the dm guide taught me a lot, and as 3e is rather new, no one on here has truly conquered it yet. So don't feel bad as everyone here will make mistakes, 3e is to new for them not to make them.

ic: the little halfling Shadow Dancer, realizing he wants nothing to do with these Assassins, (except maybe to take their purses), retreats into the shadow further where no one will see him reappear and brings himself back into sight, steps from the shadow, and quickly makes his way to the side of the tavern opposite the assassin. Then notices something trying to touch his thoughts, his name almost slips through just as he begins to concentrate and repel the invasion with slippery mind (shadow dancer ability dm guide p.36). He then searches his thoughts and finds the attacker to be the gith. The halfling thinks to himself, "fool, you have just signed your death warrant." He then hides in plain sight again, jumps just behind the gith where he then whispers to the gith, "If you wish to live you'll keep your fingers away from my mind, the uses burning hands on the giths back and jumps away before the gith has a chance to scream.

The githzerai merely grits his teeth in pain and readies a healing spell which he with his nimble fingers and and thin, dexterous form is able to apply to his back. He then turns to the halfling and stares at him piercingly twirling his wand in one hand in a menacing slashing motion, and at the same time begins painfully disrupting his mind. In a brief flash and a few bluish sparks magic missiles streak from his wand in large volleys. He quickly raises his once dropped shield and says with a cruel, thin smirk "And now fool you shall die, if you meant no ill to me earlier you should have let me search your mind and this will have gone no further, but of course you are too hot-blooded for that..."

*The Gith Twists in front of Snorri

"What the Thruk?" Barks Snorri"

*The Gith turns his attention to the Gnome attacker
*Magic missiles are fired at the small assailant

*Snorri as good as Dwarves come, grabs his ornate Dwarven battle axe from next to his stool.
*He rushes to the bar staff

"Stay behind me, i have no idea what is going on"
"I can only protect you from the threat, but who is the threat?".

"GHIM"

*Some villagers that were finishing their drinks rush out from the tavern as the magick starts to fly.

ooc: Cool action, but what shall i do, your characters would die against my party, er so i will watch further, but hey Shadow nice move.

*Uthar grabs a crossbow from behind the bar and aims it at the fighters*

"HEY!, if your gonna fight take it to the arena."

*points to the arena in the next room*

"plenty of room and no rules besides clean up the dead and dont screw up my tavern"

ooc: Thanks Shadow_Assasin but I still look upon myself as a total ass. Sigh...

*You see Haen-Dal walking down the stairs*

"Can't you people keep it down, don't you know that--"

*sees the the magic missiles fired at the halfling*

"What the-" *drowned out by misslie impact*

*Seeing the extra-planar gith as a threat, Haen-Dal unsheaths his sword and points it at
the gith. The sword is engulfed in blue flames that's about to be launched at the gith*

"HEY!, if your gonna fight take it to the arena." says Uthar.

*The flames on the elf's sword die out and he fits the sword back into it's sheath.*

"A halfling and a githzerai, this should be interesting" mumbles Haen-Dal as he starts to walk to the arena.

ooc:cool someone is using my arena for the first time

In sheer frustration the githzerai screams "Fools! I am not your enemy, what am I to do when this halfling attacks me!" He calms down amid the ruckus and states cooly "Perhaps it is my fault, but one cannot be too careful..." He snickers and says "Perhaps the bartender there is correct, let us take this to the arena, where I may thoroughly defeat you with no adventurers on my back..." He smiles at his sly insult, and brings down his staff and wand... He adds wickedly "You there with the fire blade, be thankful I decided to hold back my shield this time... If I had not I would be talking to a heap of ashes right now..."

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ooc: Well your just luck that i did not have to use my axe to eh... protect Uther, thats it yes, protect Uther an his daughter.

"Ah well done Uther, you are a fine manling"

*Ghim comes barreling down the stairs, almost knocking Haen-Dal over

"My Lord are you ok?"

"Yes fine, dont worry, but theres gonna be a battle in th' Arena next door".

"oh, well i'm going to sleep, battles can wait"

*Ghim plods back up the large human stairs

"Damn Stairs" Grumbles Ghim.

"Well this should be a good match, Halfling 'genst a Gith, a most unusual match up".

ooc: eeeh? Snorri, you changed your alias? Lao Chan? hmm... Hope the battle will be a great read. Hurry up people!

*Uthar puts his crossbow down and walk's into the arena*

The githzerai grumbles sourly and under his cloak waves his hands in a few silent incantations to help him in the arena. He openly weaves a spell of intricate and rapid hand movements letting the arcane words pour from his mouth. In a brief flash a sigil on a chain, a small orb of ever-shifting colors appears around his neck. He utters almost cheerily "You shall bow to me when this is over, that is... if you survive..."

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*Alexei walks in to see the battle.
He was disturbed in his sleep and came downstairs, just when people were starting to enter the Arena. Even though he just woke up everything on him is in perfect order, not even a hair is situated wrong. He smiles when he sees that one of the combatants is the halfling he spotted earlier.
Hello there, Unthar. How did this start? Well, whatever happened, put these on the halfling.
*He drops a bag of gems in Unthars hand.

ooc: Is it just me or does everyone in the tavern hate me? ;) I hope this doesn't effect the battle somehow... frankly that would be pretty unfair, and kinda contrary to the very point of fighting in the arena.

*A giant man walks through the door. At least seven feet tall, he wears strangely black armour which seems to defy inspection
Strapped to his back is a greatsword at least as tall as a normal human. Positioning himself so he can get a good view of the battle he stretches out and knocks over his table. Hurriedly he picks it up in great embarrasment.

"Sorry, sorry..."

*motions to the barmaid to fetch an ale and places a small wager on the gith at the same time


ooc: ok if i join?


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ooc: well, your character is an extra-planar creature. It is no wonder that your actions are regarded as highly suspicious, Azirath :)

ic: *Haen-Dal looks as Alexei places a bet on the halfling*

"Betting? Hmm... place one for me over the halfling, Uthar!"

*He tosses a rogue stone to Uthar and walks over to the newcomer's table*

"Well, hello there, a fine time you chose to come in. I see you're putting your money on the gith. We'll see who wins..."

*The elf sits down across the burly man and beckons to the barmaid to bring drinks*

"While we wait for the fight to start, care to tell me your name?" says Haen-Dal to the newcomer.

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*Uthar catches the bag of gems*

"Yes well we have set our bids then havnt we"

*Uthar watches the battle*

OOC:yes it is ok if you join

OOC:no the fact that some charectors dont like your charector will have no effect on the outcome and i have no control over the fight just type what you do and agree on the damage delt and who wins and if you fight about it then i will deal with it

Looking grateful for the friendly welcome, the man says,
"You may call me...the Destroyer. (yes, that will do as well as any other...)"
When pressed on the odd nomenclature, he changes the subject.
"Why do you favour the halfling?"

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OoC: How's this for a quick reply? :)

IC: "The Destroyer? Funny name, that. The halfling... well let's just say size doesn't matter,"

"Hey Irma! Bring me a tankard of Baalor's ale, shaken not stirred, for me and a tankard of the finest wine you have for this man here."

*Irma shakes the ale along with her body with much gusto and gets the wine and brings it to Haen-Dal*

"Here you go sirs," says Irma

"Thank you,"

"So, Destroyer, what makes you think the githzzerai can win since you're new here and all?"

OoC: BTW, can I call one of the barmaids Irma? TQ

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"Well, he obviously...ummm...that is, clearly he...ahhh...I mean to say he will...oh forget it, I have no idea. Thanks for the drink, friend."
"Destroyer is really more of a description, though."
*leans back and takes gulp from drink.

OOC:yes the barmaids you can control as can everyone else

Smiling slightly the githzerai says "Well at the least i'd say it's nice that at least one person here has placed a wager on me. I hope sir that you will recieve a lucrative return, if anything I have a spell which can spawn endless chains of coins, gems, and other currency of the like..." The githzerai pulls a belt of simple silver and very slim daggers from under his cloak and unseathes them all with a simple nod of his head using his telekinetic powers. The daggers encircle him as they float smoothly in a circle around him and he puts out hie arm and lets the very tip sligtly cut it. He promptly heals the wound as the dagger seathe themselves and he puts the belt back in his cloak... To the untrained eye nothing had happened to the daggers... but if you look closely the blades are now vibrating slightly and eminating a dull dark aura...

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ooc: sorry I've been away, comp died, well the modem atleast. When I said jump I meant as in a shadow leap, across the tavern. sorry about not explaining that. my fault guess I'll have to deal with it.


ic: The Halfling laughs, pulls his buckler from his back and sets in front of him where it floats in the air. throws 2 daggers up that take on a life of their own then disapears leaving a crossbow floating where he had stood, aimed squarely at the gith.

The githzerai leaps back and in mid-air fires off a purple fireball at the crossbow, and upon landing the ground seems to sizzle and burn, and the air seems to crackle and shift as if it were water. A sphere of dark green lightning encompasses the gith and bolts of the lightning shoot out in all directions. The gith smiles and with a flash shoots of purple energy shoot out of the ground with a bang and begin spiraling around him. He pulls the belt of enchanted daggers out from behind his back and allows the daggers to unseathe themselves. A small hole opens up in his force shield, lightning, and purple spiral allowing the daggers to flow out in a line. They begin strongly pulsating now and humming softly as they search for fresh halfling blood...

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The Halfling looks on as his weaponry attacks and defends against the gith. First his crossbow shoots off a volley of 5 bolts of shock burst while the buckler attempts to block the giths attacks. The daggers do nothing ecxept float in place

The githzerai's fireball hits the crossbow burning it up in a flash of magical fire. The githzerai uses his psychic powers to stop the arrows in mid-flight...

ooc: Azirath use the word attempt or attempts and not just state what it does, as it may not be able to do such a thing. I still have a chance to block it with my buckler.

ic: The Halflings buckler moves in to deflect the fireball back at the gith. Th crossbow move left to try to avoid the fireball in case the buckler fails. (this would be a good time for the dm to determine if the fireball is deflected, and if its not, if the crossbow moves quickly enough.
at the instant the any of the bolts are stopped the one of the daggers turns incorporeal, disappears and flys toward the gith ignoring his defenses.

OOC: sorry

The githzerai uses a spell which creates seven false images of himself and his magical shields that constantly move. The githzerai casts a prismatic wall in front of him where the daggers and arrows are, and lets loose the arrows.

*Uthar steps further away form the arena because some of the bolts fly near the edge of the fence that surrounds the arena*

The halfling communicates with his incorporeal dagger through their link and learns that now would be the best time to attack the Gith as he is distracted. The halfling rises from his table 20ft away, which he had done a shadow jump to, turns incorporeal by way of his armor, and does a shadow jump into the giths shadow directly behind him within the shielding, where he performs a backstab with his brilliant wounding dagger of icy burst.(1d10x3if critical x2 more +1d10, ignores defense, frost weapon)(and just to be fair I'm going to roll in the chat room)I missed, but you still haven't seen me. (if incorporeal I am only seen when I want to be seen, plus I can hide in plain sight.)

ooc: Umm you would die! I have purple energy rushing around me and a sphere of lightning encircling me! My question is how the heck did you get behind me through that? Oh sorry, you shadow jumped within my shield.

ic: His mind weakened from all the magic he has spent on his magic he nearly loses his mind-link to the halfling, but the glimmer that remains tells him the halfling is close. He casts a brief steelskin spell on himself and fortifies it with a wraith armor spell. Letting his magic flow the gith mutters the words "qucandaezhis yaarl" and his eyes take on the ability to see the unseen as he searches for the halfling...

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OoC: Oh, so THAT's what you did the roll for in the chatroom, Shadow Assasin.

IC: *Haen-Dal takes a step back as the swirling energy surrounding the Gith is too much for his unhealed wounds*

"Urgh, I can't stand for this much longer..." mumbles Haen-Dal.

*He makes some intricate hand movements, and his sword-sheath starts to glow brightly*

ooc: brilliant weapons ignore ac and defense
so what you did was pointless.

The Halfling notices the gith searching and sees his oppurtunity to get in multiple blows, (combat reflexes attacks of oppurtunity,I get 4 extra) 1st hit 12, 2nd miss, 3rd 10, 4th critical 29 +5for icy burst, 5th miss. (that should be enough to kill you.

*As the halfling attacks, Haen-Dal quickly whips out his sword and a brilliant blue flame jets out from the sword, forming a wall between the two combatants*

"E..nough! No.. more.. killings..." says Haen-Dal and promptly passes out.

OoC: It took a lot out of him. And I rolled to see if it is accomplished. I got the roll, so there!

ooc:I'll go along with it even though I'm within his shielding, I'm incorporeal, and my weapon ignores defenses, but what the heck I'm becoming tired of this battle.

ic:The halfling steps back, laughs a lil then shrugs, "ok, guess I got caught up in the moment".
He walks towards the exit of the arena, shoots a glance to his equipment which then floats over to him. he catches the incoporeal dagger as the rest return to their places.
The halfling appears transcluscent again then fades from sight. He re-enters sight but only slightly, standing next to Haen-Dal, looks at him perculiarly till he awakes.
He asks, "Why intervene? it didn't hurt you to let us fight, and it surely didn't benefit you to stop us. how perculiar you are."
Before Haen replies the Halfling walks off headed toward the bar. Walking through the tables and other patrons rather than around them. Some of the patrons seem disturbed by this, but the halfling doesn't seem to notice nor care.

Laughing the githzerai says "You fool halfling, your brute daggers were no match for me, you just stabbed a mirror image five times!" He steps away cautiously "As magically powerful as those daggers may be they are worthless if you're attacking thin air" at this the gith smirks thinly. "Non the less a magick wielder such as myself has no place in close quarters combat, and you, halfling were not my intended enemy. I shall let this pass for now, but I swear to you, you may beat me in a closed arena, but from afar, fool halfling, I could kill you with a snap of my finger, and if you further agitate or provoke me I shall strike you down." After a moment of tense silence he adds slyly "Now that we understand each other perfectly, I mean to ask something of every person in hear: Who here has any connections with any assassins of any kind, or who is an assassin themselves? Make this simple and tell me, or I shall be forced to probe your minds, and the halfling will tell you, that the process can be quite unpleasant if I wish it to be."

The halfling shrugs, "heh, say what you wish, talking seems to be all that suits you ." He then threw a dart that landed squarly between the giths toes, an equal distance from each. With that the halfing faded out of site leaving a room's rent worth of gold on the bar.

*Alexei walks over to Uthar, to get his gems back, but when he hears the arrogant Gith talking he just tells Uthar to keep the gems. He quickly raises a mind shield so his brain is clear to any searchers.

-Ahh, is that foolish outsider talking gibberish again? he says to himself, loud enough for the gith to hear.
-I suggest that you drop your hostile attitude once more, Outlander. As i have suggested it before! He raises his voice.
-This is no place for spying on peoples thoughts. Whatever people may be thinking, shouldnt be any of your business! If you suspect that one or more people in here have anything to do with the assasins, confront them directly or be quiet!
*He walks over to the wounded elf, and helps him back to his table, grabbing a chair and sitting down right in front of the large warrior.
-Greetings mighty warrior. What brings you here?

The githzerai glares deeply at Alexai and sits down at his table. he watches everyone but retracts his mind probes. "I must apologize again, but how am I to be so collected when a band of assassins is hunting me down?" He sighs dryly "And how am I to take it if that damn halfling comes up and attempts to burn me to a crisp eh? True I began the confrontation with my mind probe, but if he had no ill intentions he should have let it pass and there would be nothing amiss. And now due to his actions I am merely more suspicious of you all." Sighing the githzerai adds "But if you have no ill intentions for me then fear not, for I am not a mindless murderer and I will not harm you, but if you do I shall say this much, either reveal yourself to me and I may spare you, or stay concealed so that I may find you and kill you." He smiles at this, and with that weaves an intricate series of spells to protect himself and with that close his eyes as he enters a meditational trance...

-Well, Gith... *Alexei stretches the word to its full length. -I dont think that i would like having people looking around in my brain either, I would probably just have expelled you.
*He leaves the table and walks over to the gith.
But let us not be enemies, tell me about these assasins...
-Truth be told, there was an assasin earlier, his name was Drazhar...

The githzerai smiles and says "Well here is how it goes to put it briefly, my elders sent me on a fact-finding mission to bring back information about this area and perhaps some magical artifacts as well. I did so and brought back many ancient spells, little did I know that their whole mission was simply so that they were better readied to fight this place." He sighed wearily and added "I refused to hand it over, and I used magick to teleport it back to this realm. My entire civilization turned against me and attacked me, and I fled, I teleported here." He pauses "After a few days I was attacked by a mysterious man I barely dispatched him and I found a bounty note for my head and so I came here looking for a place to rest."

Well, there is room for everybody here, as long as you behave orderly. I dont like all this "order" either, but it is the rules. Did you know this Drazhar, He vanished quite mysteriously. This Halfling fellow, he was what they call a "shadowdancer" right?

THe halfling feels the gith try to enter his mind again, and again shuts him out. He rolls over to go to sleep then hears excessive noise coming from the tavern. He thinks to himself, "that damn gith."
He then decides to open his mind just enough to let a single thought slip out to the gith.
.oO0 Be quiet and stay out of my mind, I'm trying to sleep 0Oo. With that he shuts the gith out again. He thinks to himself it is not his place to know, nor anyone else's. My secrets are to stay my own, damned gith. With that final thought he falls asleep, still in control of his mind.

ooc: Shadow_Assassin please stop that, you seem to be better than my character at everything, githzerai are unparalelled in psychic powers and you can't just block me out. You keep outdoing me in everything from my mind powers to my combat skills, just stop alright? My character needs to have at least something he is better than everyone else at, and mind and magick are the things ok? It is simply absurd and monumentally unfair how good you make your character out to be.

ic: "Yes, I respect his physical mastery, as well as others like him." The githzerai senses that the halfling has blocked him out, and he decides not to resist, though he easily could, trusting the halfling a bit more, for no particular reason.

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OoC: I have to agree with Azirath on this one. Shadow Assasin, your character seems to be good at everything. C'mon, let something slip by alright? ;)

"Alexei, since you asked, I came here to rest up from my tireless questing. I decided that I deserved a short respite."

"And some more beer."
*calls barmaid to bring a fresh drink.

"An interesting battle...yes? Who won?"

"The halfling would have won no doubt, were it not for that man with the magical blade." The githzerai winces as he says "Magick users like myself can not act and prevail under such circumstances, had I some time to prepare I would have prevailed." He smiles and waves over the barmaid "A round of firewine for everyone." And he conjures several rubies and places them on the table.

ooc: Read about slippery mind then come back and post, my char is a rogue turned shadowdancer, it has armor and weapons comparable to his level. If you want a char sheet with a list of items and their cost in relation to a char of my level I could probably type it up from what I have written down. A shadowdancer probably wouldn't have to much trouble with someone that relied mostly on magic, however against say a paladin or fighter/mage my char would run into trouble, thats where the checks and balances come in as a fighter/mage or pally could defend against me better, and would hit me harder with weapons that could hurt an incorporeal char.

ooc: I am not talking about combat. We are roleplaying here are we not? You can not roleplay with a seemingly invincible character. And frankly your halfling cannot be as strong in mind as my githzerai. Period. You may best me in close quarters combat, but you cannot hold off my githzerai in magic, intelligence, or mind power. And not only am I sure that it would be true by dnd rules, but by all roleplaying standards as well.

[This message has been edited by Azirath (edited November 19, 2001).]

know what, you should make the arena live action only, must be online in the chat to fight, that way we can roll and stuff, and have an established defense, we need to make this 3e completely, that way the magic used is known so we know how long it lasts, bonuses, and things like that

ooc: nice roleplaying everyone

i've been gone last weekend so i had a lot of reading to do

So mister... I'm sorry.
I didnt catch your name... What was it?
You are a fellow adventurer, I should have guessed by the looks of you. A warrior, yes? And seemingly a quite good one as well.
I, am not currently questing. On the run from Waterdeep actually, some minor... hmmm... Business, shall we call it? problems.
I suspect that it became a draw, due to your elven friend over there. He interrupted the fight.
I'm sure I would have won my bet, had it not been for him.

"I suppose you would have. (sigh)
I am from the far north - of a tribe you would refer to as barbarian. You are correct, I am a warrior, but I do not wish to play at battle here."
*takes gulp from drink
"I am here to relax."

Just so you know, Shadow assasin, Slippery Mind does not apply to mind searches. It applies only to magical techniques that would control or compel the shadow dancer. As MindRead does not control/compel, you cannot "shut someone out of your mind." Furthermore, SLippery Mind allows only a second chnce at avoiding said effects.

Urm....hello, sorry i've been away, because some time ago my hardrive, kinda, got broke. so when i eventually managed to get a new one and reboot everything, i managed to come on when there was the whole server change so i couldn't get onto here for some time, and then to top it all of i caught a virus....that was very bad. I was wondering whether i am still allowed to participate and if so i will sidle my caharcter into the inn at a later time.

well it seems everyone else stopped posting too, I have been busy working on my gaming clan website so i havn't been spending as much time on the boards.

ooc: I dont know how active this board is but I'd like to join.

A tall man in dark armor walks in to the bar. Sits down at the bar. "Got some thing with a kick to it?" he ask's the bar tender,"I'm in need of an waking."

OoC: even if its isnt active im gonna join too. well maybe later.

The door to the inn opens up with a blast and hulk of a man stumbles into the bar. When he nears the bar, you notice that this supposed hulk, is nothing more than ole beggar wrapped in layers of clothing. The old man slowly canters towards the bar, it seems that he walks like at any moment the faintest touch will nock him over. Reaching the bar he smiles all 2 teeth to the bar tender and says "I want a flagon of *hick* the *hick* cheep stuff". The bar tender quickly shoves the drink at the old man, as he smells something like horse dung and human pee. The Old man quickly raises the flagon to his mouth and drinks the whole flagon in one long gulp. The man then takes one long look at the tavern and falls backwords right onto the floor.

A slight movement eminates from the shadows at one end of the bar and slowly moves to a table in one corner of the old bar. In the other side of the bar, all attention seems divided to the aftermath of the fight between the gith and the small shadowdancer. the ripplings of the shadows stops as a chair is pulled out from under the table and set leaning against the wall as an ominous weight settles down onto it.

ooc: seemed to be getting rather dry so decided to start something

The man in dark armor slids off his stoll. Knewlng down besides the man who had fallen he gave the man a few light slaps. "Wake up now. This is no place to lie." The smell was nothing, he had smelled death before. This man seemed past death, how he was breathing was behond his under standing. "You awake their buddy?"

A hand moves from under a long over coat and takes out a small crystal cut glass. A minute later a bottle comes out after it, containing an amber liquid that is poored into the glass to the brim. A deep sigh emanates from the hooded figure as he drinks down the liquid.
Drazhar looks from under the rim of his hood and tries to look for a freindly face.
"hey you there, that's not a good place to lie,"
Drazhar looks over at the entrance where a man dressed in rags is lying on the floor with a man clad in dark armour was helping him up.
Drazhar leans back in his chair and sighs.

"Wheres your manners?" the man in dark aromr looks over at the hooded figure. Sitting the man up at a stool he turns. "Why so rude? Did we have a bad night with a lady." he sakes his head, turning back to the man with two teeth "Are you all right?" he says in severl different languages.

Dead board I think.

[This message has been edited by DragonRider SkyWard (edited February 26, 2002).]