The Brollachan
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Post by The Brollachan on Jul 31, 2004 17:27:42 GMT
[OCC: continued from 'a full moon and a human form] * Upon closer inspection of the building he realises it is the Craized Heffer so decides to enter.* * He is taken back by the places and as he walks towards the bar fails to notice a metal figure lying on the floor, trips over it.* [OCC: I'm assuming Frightknight is still there] * Picks himself up and turns to Frightknight * Oh er sorry I didn't see you there * Goes to bar * Excuse me what have you got on offer in terms of drinks
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jul 31, 2004 21:57:56 GMT
*Slevela approaches the newcomer, smiling her tiredness away.*
Slevela: Hello! Welcome to the Crazed Heifer. Let me know what it is you'd like, and I'll see if we've got some.
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The Brollachan
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Post by The Brollachan on Aug 1, 2004 8:22:57 GMT
* Pauses to think of drinks that he has heard of * Erm pint of ale please * Remembers coins in pocket and gets them out * Sorry I'm relatively new around here are any of these coins enough. [OCC: coins include some gold and silver as well as regular coins]
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Post by Young Grimwold on Aug 1, 2004 15:37:39 GMT
Slevela: Ale - that's our speciality! One sec...
*The serving wench takes some of the customer's coins (perhaps one too many, but she feels she deserves a tip!), and provides him with a flagon of ale.*
Slevela: You do look thirsty. Travelled far, have you?
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The Brollachan
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Post by The Brollachan on Aug 1, 2004 16:35:30 GMT
Well originally started off in a far away place called Cornwall, but I have travelled along way since then. * takes a sip his ale * The path I am currently taking is relatively unfamilar to me, and I've never travelled by foot to this area.
* Breifly looks towards the pile of metal on the floor (Frightknight), then turns back to the bar * Dare I ask what that is all about.
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Post by Young Grimwold on Aug 1, 2004 17:43:17 GMT
Slevela: We had a bit of trouble. Couple of customers were wanted by the Opposition. They got away, leaving this bloke behind. If he doesn't recover soon, he'll be out on his ear - if he has one.
The Opposition's a bit of a mystery to me. I mean, what are they opposing?
Do you know anything about the Opposition?
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The Brollachan
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Post by The Brollachan on Aug 1, 2004 18:19:23 GMT
* pauses to think of what he is about to say * I'm afraid I have very little knowledge of them, in fact I have very little knowledge at all. I believe they are after anyone who is an enemy to them.
* Drinks a bit more of his ale * * Thinks to self * "Hmm I hunger" * Speaks to Slevela *
Tell me do you sell crisps or any other snack food?
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Post by Young Grimwold on Aug 1, 2004 21:52:12 GMT
Slevela: We have such a range of customers, it's hard to please them all, far as food goes. But we do have some bread, if that tickles your fancy. Cost you a bit extra, of course.
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The Brollachan
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Post by The Brollachan on Aug 1, 2004 21:54:09 GMT
fair enough *gets out some coins*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Aug 1, 2004 21:58:15 GMT
*Slevela takes some of the coins, and places a couple of bread rolls before the customer.*
Slevela: Mind if I ask your name? Tell me to mind me own business, if you want. It's just that I... I don't know... I thirst for knowledge, s'pose you could say!
*Slevela chuckles.*
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Post by The Brollachan on Aug 1, 2004 22:05:16 GMT
* Pauses to think of an answer as he doesn't want to give too much away * My name is Broll and I am er a traveller in search of knowledge from different places and people so to speak.
* dips bread in drink before taking a bite *
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Post by Young Grimwold on Aug 1, 2004 22:23:02 GMT
*Slevela frowns a little as Broll dips his bread. Something in his voice conveys a loneliness and curiosity that both scares her and intrigues her. with its is tempted to watch him chew, but avoids this, and breaks eye contact.*
Slevela: You... you can sit at a table if you'd be more comfortable. Or you can stay at the bar and talk to me.
*The piper is playing 'I'm Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman'.*
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Post by FrightKnight on Aug 1, 2004 23:13:21 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from The search for the faerie creature...] *The charming music (OOC: Well, to FK anyway) arouses FK from the most beautiful rest he has had in ages, even better than after a bloodfang battle. Sleeping seems to come second nature to FKs, as they tend to loosen the joints when overworked, and the armour falls away (OOC: Like a life force sequence). FK becomes more aware of his surroundings, and with a loud jolt, recognises this is not a comfy bed in an inn. No, it happens to be a public house's wooden floor. And the splinters are painful. Not as bad as the feeling of embarrassment. A shameful awakening commences* Who...oh no. I hope Lord Fear didn't see any of that. What a terrible mess. I must become more aware of what's happening, and kill people faster. Shoot first, ask questions later...um, pardon the cliche, but where am I? Oh no. How unfortunate. Barkeeper, you saw nothing of this. Grippa! Rhark! Goblins! There be dungeoneers loose still! This time don't blunder it! *FK bolts for the door, nearly colliding with a strange figure who has a vaguely familiar look. FK is to advise the group to split up- the numbers will prove less of an advantage, but the chances of fnding them are beter than nought.* *Question is, will the barkeeper allow FK to just wander off, after all the commotion?*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Aug 2, 2004 1:05:17 GMT
*Owen has been watching FK from the bar. And has no intention of letting him disappear. He gives Broll an apologetic glance - he doesn't like shouting in front of new customers.*
Owen: Oi! Tin Man! If I only had a heart, I'd let you leave without paying. But that's not going to happen in this phase. You can go where you want - far me it from me to give directions to an Opposition bootlicker - but your money stays here.
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Post by FrightKnight on Aug 2, 2004 15:33:00 GMT
Oh, that's alright. I'll just leave my huge amount of cash behind, shall I?
*FK deposits 2 silver coins, small ones at that, and calmly turns away from Owen*
(Muttering) Bootlicker indeed...at least I've got a proper job.
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