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Post by Young Grimwold on Nov 23, 2008 20:07:12 GMT
[OOC: Picking up from the final posts of Draconian at the Door.] *Entering the Crazed Heifer ahead of Jacob, Doake and Clagger take a table. The serving-girl Lanesra decides to serve Jacob first, and goes over to where he is seated. [OOC: I'll assume he's at a table of his own, rather than sitting at the bar, but let me know if that's incorrect.]* Lanesra: Good evening, Sir. Welcome to the Crazed Heifer. And welcome to Wolfenden, for you seem a stranger to these parts, if I may be so bold!
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Jacob
New Settler
Paladin of the Dragons
Posts: 60
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Post by Jacob on Nov 24, 2008 5:06:26 GMT
Jacob's eyes peer at her as he speaks in a low tone "you may be as bold as you wish, I care not the words of others pointless dribble is the fight of tongues. I would ask for the strongest of your brews, and any information on Draconians who are apart of clan Hellfire, the ladder which may fetch a fine price if I am satisfied."Jacob draws a bag of several from his belt dropping it onto the table it makes a loud thud as several coins of gold spill onto the table. "I pay well for that which I seek, and I have the spoils of many wars, and of broken realms and nations."
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Post by Young Grimwold on Nov 24, 2008 18:38:24 GMT
*Lanesra's eyes widen as the coins of gold tumble onto the table. If she weren't so taken with Jacob's similarly golden hair, she would be feeling quite nervous by now.*
Lanesra: I'm not sure I know what a Draconian is. *She hesitates.* Are you one, Sir?
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Jacob
New Settler
Paladin of the Dragons
Posts: 60
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Post by Jacob on Nov 25, 2008 2:08:56 GMT
Jacob laughs, a hallow emotionless laugh which echos down lesser mens spines for their lives a laugh as if Jacob is no more then a empty shell. "I am a elf, far from normal but, a draconian are dragon-men, commonly mistaken for lizard-men, and the ones am after have golden and silver scales."
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Post by Young Grimwold on Nov 27, 2008 19:06:12 GMT
Lanesra: I do believe that two of them were here earlier today, Sir. Not in here, but just outside, causing some commotion.
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Jacob
New Settler
Paladin of the Dragons
Posts: 60
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Post by Jacob on Nov 28, 2008 0:19:43 GMT
"alright, have you heard anything about any activities they may have been in, do you know of anyone who would need a knight, my spears thirst for the nectar of life?" Jacob takes several coins from the bag and places them in front of her.
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Anton Wolfram
Traveller
Law Official Assigned To Capture Leytan & Wren
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Post by Anton Wolfram on Dec 2, 2008 19:04:06 GMT
*Just then the door opend again and An official looking man enterd he looked around the tavern.*
"Hmmm quite the den of reprobates."
*Wolfram said under his breath. He made his way over to the bar and waited for one of the serveing Wenches to come and serve him.*
*He had found in his experience that the wenches were the ones most likely to part with information for coinage of which he had plenty. The D.B.I was sparein no expence to capture their quary and he had a resonable budget to work with as he saw fit.*
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Jacob
New Settler
Paladin of the Dragons
Posts: 60
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Post by Jacob on Dec 3, 2008 14:24:36 GMT
Jacob looks to wards this new man, his crimson pupils each single pinpoints which seem to follow the man to his seat. Jacob seems to study your features, after a while it seems as if he has decided your no threat to him and continues talking to Lanesra
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Post by Young Grimwold on Dec 4, 2008 19:32:52 GMT
[OOC: Sorry for not posting here sooner.
Mr. Wolfram, don't forget your Character Profile thread please! Also, just to point out that as far as I'm aware, in Wolfenden it's still the day of Leytan's failed hanging, rather than a day or two later. PM me if you think we need to discuss this.]
*Lanesra doesn't quite know what to say. She smiles awkwardly.*
Lanesra: Lllet me sort out that strong ale for you, Sir!
*Lanesra returns to the bar, where she whispers in fellow barmaid Slevela's ear, recounting what the new customer has been saying. Slevela offers to take over. She takes the ale to Jacob's table and sets it down.*
Slevela: Your ale. *Pause* I gather you like stiff drinks, hunting lizards and killing.
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Jacob
New Settler
Paladin of the Dragons
Posts: 60
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Post by Jacob on Dec 5, 2008 2:24:49 GMT
Jacob smiles, his teeth are a deathly white "Yes only the strongest of ales can do to kill the pain I have felt. As for hunting lizards and killing. Tis always the best of ideas to remove a threat before it becomes deadly, one must take the poisoned limb and remove it 'fore it spreads. Like Hearsay and paranoia. Blood was meant to flow free, otherwise why would the heavens forge weapons?"
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Post by Young Grimwold on Dec 8, 2008 22:20:52 GMT
Slevela: There won't be no blood flowing in this tavern, thank you muchly, unless you want to pray for the heavens to forge you a mop! It's drink that flows in here, and it sounds like you need some.
*The piper is playing Knowing Me, Knowing You.*
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Jacob
New Settler
Paladin of the Dragons
Posts: 60
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Post by Jacob on Dec 14, 2008 0:28:46 GMT
"Aye, but ale be the blood of a tavern, its life force, why would men come with out the toxic fix of distilled hops, and fruits? Side for merriment of speech, and dinning which many other places offer. When one has seen truth of lies, and lies of truth then the memory becomes ones worse villain, and ale is the nectar of ignorance and a relic of amnesia be it last only a while."
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Post by Young Grimwold on Dec 14, 2008 21:59:46 GMT
Slevela: Aye, we've noticed in here that ale helps people forget. Forget to pay, in most cases. Yet I don't think we'll be having that problem with you, Sir. Your life may have brought you a lot of pain, but it's brought you a lot of gold too, by the looks of it.
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Jacob
New Settler
Paladin of the Dragons
Posts: 60
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Post by Jacob on Dec 17, 2008 0:02:02 GMT
"yes, war be the most profitable job for the victor, and I have fought and won many." Jacob's eyes stare into the distance as he grabs at his head, his gauntlets dig into his skin as if a banshee was screeching in his ears. "Shes... Shes... Here... He must be coming...". Jacob calms himself "bring my ale as quickly as possible"
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Post by Young Grimwold on Dec 18, 2008 19:32:42 GMT
Slevela: Your ale is here on the table, Sir. I brought it over. If it's 'woman trouble' you're having, I imagine you'll be wanting more ale soon.
*The piper is playing Earth Angel.*
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