A weird pair. Fighting against this thingk nown as ''evil'' at so young age? Forgotten your family name? Person called 'truthseeker' who wants to be wizard and doesn't talk showing with unfamous rogue drow who has been tortured, stabbed, forced to live in streets..." Suddenly Thaix shuts his mouth and mutters to himself "Why am i revealing so much to pair who i just met..." Thaix almost seems to be angry to himself.
"No no, I don't fight against evil. I fight against injustice. It is difficult to explain... anyways, you said you are hundred years old. But it seems you are yet inexperienced in ways of world."
Maeve takes another sip from the Mead, suddenly she coughs. A meal full with grains after a long journey can be difficult to digest. She feels something touching her throat. She takes a bigger swig of Mead, clears her throat.
"You are doubtful of revealing too much about yourself. So you understand that information is important. Indeed it is. It is stage one. But you should start your journey to stage two of wisdom - start controlling the information itself. Reveal yourself and use the information you get to save yourself. Would you like something to eat?"
*cough*
*gulp*
Maeve feels nostalgic, like talking to a person in her group in the military campaign she was.
"I'm not hungry, my throat just was a little dusty after long riding and i drank my drink already." Suddenly Thaix's expression softened for moment but hardened quickly again "Besides im not that much afraid to reveal my past to strangers, they can think what they want from me. However they awakens pain and rage better left to my past. If they don't...I might just start endless carnage until someone manages to end my miserable life."
Maeve remembers Adoeak Hawklight of Many-Battles. The soldier under her command now dead. He was always guilty of his past, always closed himself to others. But in the end, sacrificed his life to save the young mercenary who had joined the ranks - a useless sacrifice. She also realizes that she could have saved them if she was more able and less trusting. But if she was less trusting, she would never have known Adoeak.
Afraid of moisting her eyes, she gulps whole mead in one swig. Then she breaks the glass on the floor, which catches the attention of barkeep.
"That was one fine mead! Bring three of them here ... ... and two more for my friends!" she shouts.
"I said Mead. You look like a twig, you can use some. And this truth here looks ... yellowish?
(OOC - githerzia? or I can say it just means low con later /OOC)
You both drink some mead. Brings color to cheeks and strength to arms! Also gets rid of weak parts in the brain. So your brain becomes strong too."
OOC - Why Maeve behaves like a thug and not noble(even when she has a noble background) is because she has spent most of her time in military camp on outskirts of neverwinter. She was never trained as a lady or a governor. Though in time (lot later) she will start taking part in civic activities of city.
I don't need mead! I just need to...gather my thoughts." Thaix declares.
Maeve contemplates which strategy would work - direct approach or using a challenge implying he can't handle it. As Maeve has never seen a dark elf before, she decides its better to use direct appraoch rather than something which can be misunderstood.
"And nothing better than Mead to do that! Anyways, it has been ordered - or are you implying you don't understand the value of money?"
After the whole swig of a glass she is a bit dizzy. She feels her consciousness floating in other dimension. Maybe she will just concentrate on drinking the three glasses she ordered and leave the two for her company.
"Money..I dont have problem about money, I got enough it, in fact so much that I could compete about riches with dragon with small hoard equally. However if you insist i can drink it even when it doesnt help me to 'focus.' You clearly haven't met drow before as we're almost immune to effects of alcohol." Thaix says flipping gold coin to Maeve.
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(OOC--Sorry stupid forum didn't update this as new posts came up. Guess I need to make up for lost time then.)
*The truthseeker seems quiet as these two retort back and forth so rapidly. On two occasions he almost inserts a comment, but fails to do so, erring on the side of caution. Finally, their "banter" slows enough for him to also reply, *
"Well, as you have likely heard if your hearing is as good as the racial tales say-no offense meant-I'm called the truthseeker, meaning a person who uses knowledge to all our benefit. I'll hold off on my bloodline details, but say whether I look human or not-or am or not for that manner-isn't as important as what I and we all actually do in our actions, and hope we can all agree our actions speak louder than others' words about our racial history.
And I never said anything about I wanting to become a wizard...but for the sake of our first encounter, and the way you've been treating me both with your body language whether you realize it or not treat me as if I already am."
*The truthseeker on that emphasized ending levitates his wine glass up and lifts it to his lips, finishing the swallow remaining, then gracefully sets the glass down as nimbly as he lifted it without his hands. For one brief moment, he allows an arcane flash to resonate across his eyes, like a blue-fire spark. Gone is the hesitation that was seen earlier, as if the power of his Suggestion alone could sway others, yet is being held back. With that (and his eyes appearing normal again,) he continues.*
"But all who come to me sitting at a table are welcome to join me and anybody with me if they mean no harm. I'll even take that to only no physical or magical harm, and one may say their mind as long as they do not try to use their words to incite said harm.
But since I invited you over, allow me the honor of ordering you a drink if the mead isn't to your liking. No hidden meaning; sometimes a drink is just a drink whatever is to your taste....
Taste, how odd, I still feel like I haven't eaten in days here. Perhaps I haven't been eating enough these last few."
*Signals over the server*
"I feel hungry still, and am not worried about coin. If you have it or could get it, I would love to order an entire roast with all the trimmings. If you could just keep all the food warm and ready to be carved and served for us and several more people should they come in?
Of course, let me take care of the arrangement costs in advance as well as a gratuity befitting this."
*truthseeker's hand barely moves, but the sound of jingling coins is clearly heard in the server's apron pocket. She replies somewhat surprised,*
"Why you paying like this? You..."
*A look is given to her as if she was about to say too much, and the truthseeker continues*
"Yes yes I'm an adventurer, new to the city and all. But treat me like any patron who orders things like this and can pay well, please. No need to mention detals unless asked to. After all, it adds to the adventuring mystique," he concludes with a wink and a Suggestion.
The server gets a look of recognition as she Diplomatically understands and responds,
"Of course Good Sir. Was there anything else?"
"Ahh yes...what are you called by the patrons again lass?"
"Imogene Sir."
Right, yes, Imogene, I think we have some more drink orders coming besides me of course. I have enjoyed the mead from an earlier visit, so do complete that order for me instead of refilling the wine, please. I prefer the one with the berry juice squeeze, but ask Mauve if she wants that or her regular mead. As for our newest arrival to the table..."
*He turns to the dark-skinned one and addresses them both as well as Imogene*
"Of course, feel free to order whatever you wish to drink, and you too Mauve if I was wrong. And this includes you both and anybody else who comes in to help yourself to the upcoming spread of food; but (*again focusing on the dark-skinned arrival*) I'm sorry, but what do I call you Sir?
"Truth is what on finds for themselves. it seems that my truth is to be the best I can be in life...in my case, the best wizard I can be. ... "
Maeve wonders if she heard wrong ... but after remembering past days which she would rather leave behind, she is not sure if her head is clear anymore. She remembers when she didn't have enough money to buy arrows for her troops and they had to enter hand to hand combat with lycans - a dangerous tactic with large price to pay...
But she turns to listen, she would rather listen to present conversation to clear the memories of past.
"I am called Thaix, and you just got be very confused truthseeker"
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"Apologies. Looking over what was said, I see how words could be taken differently, what is and what will be for example. "
*With that, flashes of several locations showing several races of notably different worlds flashed through his head. He manages not to betray the shock externally, but is upset at these mental messages kept being sent to him having no idea what this currently means. As quickly as they started, they end, and he internally chastises himself for not focusing and receiving what must be some psionic's unfocused broadcast of course....*
"I want to be the best wizard I can be and will focus myself on being the best wizard I can be, as that is my truth. That does not mean I'm not yet a wizard. I am a wizard, but want to master what is my strength and my calling. I am not yet at the best of my potential from what I can tell, and that takes time and training.
None the less, a pleasure to meet you Thaix. Imogene here will take your and Mauve's drink order and you Mauve and others are welcome to eat as much as you want once the full dinner spread is set up."
*As he finished saying this, the bartender-muttering about 'serving that kind, nothing but trouble...'-goes about moving several tables together to make one long one. He then places a long tablecloth over the joined tables, creating a feast (ooc or buffet) table and begins to bring out serving platters and dishes while shouting back the orders to the cook in the kitchen.*
Thaix lands murderous glance at Imogene and mutters "I ain't needing anything and thanks for making some sense truthseeker."
OOC:- Imogene? Sounds like Imoen to me :P
"Very well then. You have our orders Imogene. Thank you."
After she leaves the Magnus responds, "I do hope we're not the only adventurers in this newly restored city who stopped by here. Then again, Neverwinter is newly rebuilt...and there are rumors of a new owner of this tavern after the last one lost the bar caught magically cheating in a card game."
There is no response from any of the people (outside of this table) in the Tavern, but the bartender does spit at the floor after this remark (and it hits a spittoon.)
The door to the slams open with a thunderous boom. Carrying the carcass of a freshly skinned and gutted boar, a dwarf trudges up to the bar, hefting the prize upon the bar.
In a gruff voice he announces, " There be a tenday of feasting here!" He pauses to survey the patrons, then turns back to the barkeep, " Should cover the price of a room for myself and the girl, for a few nights" he points behind him.
Slipping through the door the lithe female figure enters. wearing only a loose fitting cloak, with a broadsword strapped around her waist. in her left hand is a short spear. Her right hand pulls back the cowl of her cloak revealing her heritage.
The dwarf watches the shocked reaction to her act, and quickly pulls his axe, slamming it on the bar, " And this be waiting for any who dare give the girl problems!"
Making her way to the bar the young drow smiles, and places her hand on the dwarf's shoulder, " There will be no need for that Grogin." She turns her attentions to the barkeep, " Forgive my companion, he lacks the... well social skills of the city."
Maeve is already full and a bit drunk after three big glasses of mead and she smells of grains. Hmm... maybe some meat will wash off the mead's odor. She looks at another dark elf in the tavern and a dwarf.
"Is she a relative Thiax? or am I drunk and seeing two of you?"
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*The Roast, the new potatoes, the mixed steamed vegetables and several other dishes are brought out and the chef begins carving out the roast. The truthseeker goes up and requests a medium rare slice. Piling on the trimmings, he returns to his table with a large glass of mead (colored purple from the berry juice) set by his place. Gesturing over to the table to those who look at the food hungrily, he begins to eat as he sees others begin to serve themselves.*
*Swallows* "Much better. Guess I shouldn't study my spells for three days without properly eating next time."
"By Clangadin's beard boy save some for the rest!" Grogin growls, finding a seat, back to the wall, overlooking the whol room and clear view of the doors.
the young drow orders drinks, " your finest wine and strongest ale," slipping a small ruby to the barkeep, "keep them coming until the dwarf stops singing." Passing the table of Maeve, the young drow whispers a soft prayer, and places her hand on Maeve's shoulder, neutralizing the mead's effect, and leans close " Meads and ales are like all other toxins."
Placing a small silver disc in front of the cleric she smiles.
"That youngster definitly isnt a relative. I would never have a relative who would be with a dwarf and besides all my relatives are dead, most by my hand" Thaix declares eyeing dwarf and his companion with some curiosity
Now full and drunk (and forcibly undrunked), Maeve looks around.
"Hope there was a bard here who could sing a song at this party... well, as the monks say, you can't be too greedy."
"What has greed to do anything with bard. And you *can* be too greedy. I've known many too greedy humans...who've eventually paid from that with their fingers. Im quite greedy also but im also careful enough to know when to keep my hands where they are" Thaix declares eyeing his left hand wheres scar left by torture what he suffered long time ago
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(OOC sorry all firewall issues)
*The Barkeep looks like he wants to look in a certain direction yet fears to do so. He then (oddly) looks like he is hearing a conversation with nobody next to him, but nods as the boar was picked up by him and taken to the back for cleaning and roasting the next night, and a key is dropped into the hand of its slayer from the wench Imogene.
The truthseeker lowered his finished drink at that moment and watched the entrance of the couple (especially the dialogue of the dwarf,) the tipsiness of Mauve and the saving of her "poisons" by the drow with some bemusement.
If he would have made a written scene about a typical moment in a tavern, he would have written or had somebody pen this moment almost exactly like that. Somebody would have demanded a bar bawl, and this in reality he would not have wanted and is glad none did happen.
Nobody ever writes the time and cost of the cleanup, with nary a thanks to those who stop the fights.
(After all, I know the proprietor wouldn't have liked it...he thinks smiling.)
Waving over Imogene, he orders his third drink, and decides to be adventurous, and orders whatever the dwarf is drinking. It turns out to have the consistency of a gold brick slamming against his skull wrapped in mint leaves, but damn it's good!
At this point he calls over the wench again and whispers into her ear. She nods and goes to a spigot, behind the bar, and turns it. A small stream of water pours into a glass, almost instantly condensing it from the water's temperature. It's placed in front of the truthseeker who drinks it occasionally. He then pulls out a round pill and swallows it with a swig of the potable instead of the water. A more foolish person would have begun to suffer the effects of dehydration and fermentation poisons from over-drinking, but the truthseeker was neither typical nor foolish.*
"Greed, is dependent what is considered valuable to one, and to others and if it causes negative effect to others if taken in some manner considered selfish. But even this definition can be debated. Ask a Duegar and a Deva and you'll get two wildly different answers what is valuable let alone greedy. Mauve and Thaix and I also may see value differently, as could anybody else here...like what were those couple's names again," he refers to the Dwarven male and his female Drow companion?
The young drow stops in her tracks and turns back smiling, " The dwarf," she points to her companion as he gnaws on a hunk of meat wuickly as if it hinders him from his drink, " is Grogin, son of Kruen, and last of the clan Hammershield." Politely she leans close," I'd advise quieter tones when mentioning his dark cousins. It would invoke the same reaction as our mention to our kindred on Evermeet."
Grogin saunters over, his tankard sloshing in hand and claps his hand on the girls back, " Aye, and worse!" Taking a long quaff of his drink and points to his drow companion, and this one here, Pyr is her name Second generation born under the stars, not in that hell her grandmother speaks of." Grogin empties his tankard and places it on a passing tray as he grabs a fresh ale.
Pyr nods and bows deeply, " Pyr Hunn'ette of House Hunn'ette, A dead house by Drow standards, but some of us were fortunate to survive and be guided by Eilistraee to the lands above. And for that I am her servant."
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The young drow stops in her tracks and turns back smiling, " The dwarf," she points to her companion as he gnaws on a hunk of meat wuickly as if it hinders him from his drink, " is Grogin, son of Kruen, and last of the clan Hammershield." Politely she leans close," I'd advise quieter tones when mentioning his dark cousins. It would invoke the same reaction as our mention to our kindred on Evermeet."
Grogin saunters over, his tankard sloshing in hand and claps his hand on the girls back, " Aye, and worse!" Taking a long quaff of his drink and points to his drow companion, and this one here, Pyr is her name Second generation born under the stars, not in that hell her grandmother speaks of." Grogin empties his tankard and places it on a passing tray as he grabs a fresh ale.
Pyr nods and bows deeply, " Pyr Hunn'ette of House Hunn'ette, A dead house by Drow standards, but some of us were fortunate to survive and be guided by Eilistraee to the lands above. And for that I am her servant."
"Then I raise a glass or tankard to the lost Eilistraee and to all mortal and diety alike then who did not survive the following disasters. They are to be thanked and remembered by those of us who did survive the assassination, the last Godswar and Spellplague (1385 DR) then or us as their descendants. The fallen may be gone, but we will make sure they are never forgotten! May we all walk freely underneath the sun, moon of Selune' and stars!"
With that toast, the truthseeker drinks (holding back that he has memories of those who fell during those days.) Wistfully reflecting, he recalls the just-happened events,
"Such an interesting moment before the introduction and toast. The bartender talking to nobody yet somebody, the boar brought in just as we had a roast used from this place's stores and a fine replacement it is. The female you should not glare at yet must look at (at pain of death that way I bet.) Our lady Mauve here who was tipsy now not thanks to one of darker color whom the bartender is racist to all of that kin thinking all are foul beings and mostly is right, but still wrong. "
*With the words spoken aloud, the bartender's ruddy face reddens, but he does not reply, as if he knows the best answer of this response is not to respond himself this time. *
"Now now Edgar, we've debated this topic, and I did find out after all your cousin was saved from the East Rift underchasms by a female drow no less; barely a woman at the young age of 103 if I recall [In Elven] Such an adaptable woman, inside and outside her caverns," he finishes the last sentence in Elven saying it with a sly grin leaving no question to the double entendre.
*Edgar clenches his jaw but remains silent if still keeping a scowl on his face.*
"Well, I applaud your patience. For this, I won't inform the manager about your earlier comments to our friend Thaix and your pay won't be docked. But I'm glad, because I do like you Edgar. This isn't some mocking or teaching you a lesson, just a reminder the next person you meet-no matter what their bloodline-could end up running everything, especially in Neverwinter. If an adventuring patron regular can remember that when inebriated, then I'm sure a man of your years and many skills can respect that, even if you hate it?"
*Edgar sighs and responds in a defeated yet exasperated tone to the already lost battle,*
"Yes good sir. Was there anything else?"
"Well, I don't need to tell you who to actually keep an eye out for. After all, I'm simply a regular here."
"Would I be fired if I said you're anything but regular...Sir?"
The truthseeker laughed and merrily replied, "If you responded more like that instead of your angry replies, you'd get more tips my good man!"
*A Platinum piece is flipped from truth and suprisingly yet instinctively caught by Edgar*
"I'm proud of ya; it's been a month and you've mouthed off to everybody else but me. Think I'd get you fired or fireballed," he concludes laughing? "There's nothing wrong with a quick wit. It's the hate speech I don't like and get you in trouble for my good bartending man! Never be afraid to go zag when they zig and take risks. As long as you know the risks, you can decide if it's worth the reward.
If you don't believe me, as that lucky bum who caught Ratcliffe cheating using magic no less and now owns this bar. I heard some people would have thought he would have been the fireballing wizard, instead but the coward Ratcliffe dropped the deed, ran off begging to live and was never seen again. Now that was a scene. One I'm glad to have witnessed. I'm glad the owner and I are both wizards of the same mind, or it could have gotten complicated. And I'm guessing that tip plus my payments before will keep everybody well lubricated the rest of the night?"
*The Bartender Edgar rolls his eyes, but responds with courtesy befitting such a tip,*
"Absolutely m'lord. it will keep everybody wet until sunrise if they wish. Even enough for half the decanter of Thayan Brandy 633 CY without dipping into the tills...if the Boss wouldn't complain about it."
"Well, I can't say I'm the Boss here, but we do share a practicality when needed. I'm sure he wouldn't Disintegrate anybody if the House offered a shot to any Patron asking. As for me, I'll hold off mine until the next day. I may know how to mix my liquor, but that is something to be enjoyed with a clear head and full senses, and I am happily drunk!"
With that, truthseeker looks like he's almost about to unleash some explosive pyrotechnics spell, but does not, reflected with looks of relief on the staff's faces as if sometime was not so lucky previously.
Reacting in only that way one drunk can switch between solemn then cheerful then a myriad of other responses, the magus just has a look of contentment on his face presently.
Grogin saunters over, his tankard sloshing in hand and claps his hand on the girls back, " Aye, and worse!" Taking a long quaff of his drink and points to his drow companion, and this one here, Pyr is her name Second generation born under the stars, not in that hell her grandmother speaks of." Grogin empties his tankard and places it on a passing tray as he grabs a fresh ale.
Pyr nods and bows deeply, " Pyr Hunn'ette of House Hunn'ette, A dead house by Drow standards, but some of us were fortunate to survive and be guided by Eilistraee to the lands above. And for that I am her servant."
"Servant of the dead god? Now thats something...unexpected. I still remember chaos what deaths of Vhaeraun and Eilistraee caused and ''that hell'' is also called as Underdark, but ''that hell'' really describes Underdark quite well"
A Tiefling in robes and with books enters quite quickly. Most likely a wizard. "My fiendish ancestors will get me killed one of these days" he mutters under his breath. "Also lowers my choice of stores quite drastically. Will my ancestor's stain ever fade?" he ends and sits down. *At least these people seem to be a little open to outsiders, two Drow.*
"BAH!", Grogin grunts. "Gods don't stay dead." He reaches in his pack and throws a black gauntlet in the center of the table. " Trophy from a 'Dead' God's faithful," he spits, even the reference is offensive to him.
Pyr pats her companion's shoulder to relax him, "The body of any diety may die, but the ideals and teachings last as long as they are remembered." Smiling she turns, her hand instintively slides to the hilt of her sword... her smile fades seeing the tiefling "And what exactly is the removal from such ancestry?"
Grogin turns and places his hand over Pyr's and slides her hand off the hilt. " Take the bag to the room girl" with out further word Grogin moves close to the tiefling inspecting him. Pyr makes her way to the stairs and disappears.
The dwarf looks up and stomps the tieflings foot, causing him to howl and bend low enough for Grogin to grab the collar of the cloak, " I'll be direct, Demon or Devil and it better have been your great great grand parent atleast who was the fiend!" Grogin holds his axe handle
Pyr reappears her cloak replaced by a full set of chain mail. The once care-free huntress is replaced by a battle hardened and ready warrior. Her stance showed her hand ready to free the spear at her target. Grogin releases the tiefling with a slight shove backwards, leaving him open to the hurled spear should it be released.
Moving back to the table he grabs his tankard and finishes another ale. Pyr closes her eyes a moment then opens them, her stance relaxes as she moves from the stairs. " Regardless his blood is too thin to be more than a common mortal threat."
"The sword tell you that?" Grabbing yet another passing full tankard.
"Nay good dwarf," she taps the side of her nose " he doesn't stink of the Abyss or the 9 Hells" Suddenly the assumtion of being a priestess is dispelled slightly "As I was saying, I am a servant of Eilistraee...though dead, what she believed and hoped for live through her warriors"
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Maeve takes another sip from the Mead, suddenly she coughs. A meal full with grains after a long journey can be difficult to digest. She feels something touching her throat. She takes a bigger swig of Mead, clears her throat.
"You are doubtful of revealing too much about yourself. So you understand that information is important. Indeed it is. It is stage one. But you should start your journey to stage two of wisdom - start controlling the information itself. Reveal yourself and use the information you get to save yourself. Would you like something to eat?"
*cough*
*gulp*
Maeve feels nostalgic, like talking to a person in her group in the military campaign she was.
Afraid of moisting her eyes, she gulps whole mead in one swig. Then she breaks the glass on the floor, which catches the attention of barkeep.
"That was one fine mead! Bring three of them here ... ... and two more for my friends!" she shouts.
(OOC - githerzia? or I can say it just means low con later /OOC)
You both drink some mead. Brings color to cheeks and strength to arms! Also gets rid of weak parts in the brain. So your brain becomes strong too."
OOC - Why Maeve behaves like a thug and not noble(even when she has a noble background) is because she has spent most of her time in military camp on outskirts of neverwinter. She was never trained as a lady or a governor. Though in time (lot later) she will start taking part in civic activities of city.
Maeve contemplates which strategy would work - direct approach or using a challenge implying he can't handle it. As Maeve has never seen a dark elf before, she decides its better to use direct appraoch rather than something which can be misunderstood.
"And nothing better than Mead to do that! Anyways, it has been ordered - or are you implying you don't understand the value of money?"
After the whole swig of a glass she is a bit dizzy. She feels her consciousness floating in other dimension. Maybe she will just concentrate on drinking the three glasses she ordered and leave the two for her company.
*The truthseeker seems quiet as these two retort back and forth so rapidly. On two occasions he almost inserts a comment, but fails to do so, erring on the side of caution. Finally, their "banter" slows enough for him to also reply, *
"Well, as you have likely heard if your hearing is as good as the racial tales say-no offense meant-I'm called the truthseeker, meaning a person who uses knowledge to all our benefit. I'll hold off on my bloodline details, but say whether I look human or not-or am or not for that manner-isn't as important as what I and we all actually do in our actions, and hope we can all agree our actions speak louder than others' words about our racial history.
And I never said anything about I wanting to become a wizard...but for the sake of our first encounter, and the way you've been treating me both with your body language whether you realize it or not treat me as if I already am."
*The truthseeker on that emphasized ending levitates his wine glass up and lifts it to his lips, finishing the swallow remaining, then gracefully sets the glass down as nimbly as he lifted it without his hands. For one brief moment, he allows an arcane flash to resonate across his eyes, like a blue-fire spark. Gone is the hesitation that was seen earlier, as if the power of his Suggestion alone could sway others, yet is being held back. With that (and his eyes appearing normal again,) he continues.*
"But all who come to me sitting at a table are welcome to join me and anybody with me if they mean no harm. I'll even take that to only no physical or magical harm, and one may say their mind as long as they do not try to use their words to incite said harm.
But since I invited you over, allow me the honor of ordering you a drink if the mead isn't to your liking. No hidden meaning; sometimes a drink is just a drink whatever is to your taste....
Taste, how odd, I still feel like I haven't eaten in days here. Perhaps I haven't been eating enough these last few."
*Signals over the server*
"I feel hungry still, and am not worried about coin. If you have it or could get it, I would love to order an entire roast with all the trimmings. If you could just keep all the food warm and ready to be carved and served for us and several more people should they come in?
Of course, let me take care of the arrangement costs in advance as well as a gratuity befitting this."
*truthseeker's hand barely moves, but the sound of jingling coins is clearly heard in the server's apron pocket. She replies somewhat surprised,*
"Why you paying like this? You..."
*A look is given to her as if she was about to say too much, and the truthseeker continues*
"Yes yes I'm an adventurer, new to the city and all. But treat me like any patron who orders things like this and can pay well, please. No need to mention detals unless asked to. After all, it adds to the adventuring mystique," he concludes with a wink and a Suggestion.
The server gets a look of recognition as she Diplomatically understands and responds,
"Of course Good Sir. Was there anything else?"
"Ahh yes...what are you called by the patrons again lass?"
"Imogene Sir."
Right, yes, Imogene, I think we have some more drink orders coming besides me of course. I have enjoyed the mead from an earlier visit, so do complete that order for me instead of refilling the wine, please. I prefer the one with the berry juice squeeze, but ask Mauve if she wants that or her regular mead. As for our newest arrival to the table..."
*He turns to the dark-skinned one and addresses them both as well as Imogene*
"Of course, feel free to order whatever you wish to drink, and you too Mauve if I was wrong. And this includes you both and anybody else who comes in to help yourself to the upcoming spread of food; but (*again focusing on the dark-skinned arrival*) I'm sorry, but what do I call you Sir?
Maeve wonders if she heard wrong ... but after remembering past days which she would rather leave behind, she is not sure if her head is clear anymore. She remembers when she didn't have enough money to buy arrows for her troops and they had to enter hand to hand combat with lycans - a dangerous tactic with large price to pay...
But she turns to listen, she would rather listen to present conversation to clear the memories of past.
*With that, flashes of several locations showing several races of notably different worlds flashed through his head. He manages not to betray the shock externally, but is upset at these mental messages kept being sent to him having no idea what this currently means. As quickly as they started, they end, and he internally chastises himself for not focusing and receiving what must be some psionic's unfocused broadcast of course....*
"I want to be the best wizard I can be and will focus myself on being the best wizard I can be, as that is my truth. That does not mean I'm not yet a wizard. I am a wizard, but want to master what is my strength and my calling. I am not yet at the best of my potential from what I can tell, and that takes time and training.
None the less, a pleasure to meet you Thaix. Imogene here will take your and Mauve's drink order and you Mauve and others are welcome to eat as much as you want once the full dinner spread is set up."
*As he finished saying this, the bartender-muttering about 'serving that kind, nothing but trouble...'-goes about moving several tables together to make one long one. He then places a long tablecloth over the joined tables, creating a feast (ooc or buffet) table and begins to bring out serving platters and dishes while shouting back the orders to the cook in the kitchen.*
OOC:- Imogene? Sounds like Imoen to me :P
"Very well then. You have our orders Imogene. Thank you."
After she leaves the Magnus responds, "I do hope we're not the only adventurers in this newly restored city who stopped by here. Then again, Neverwinter is newly rebuilt...and there are rumors of a new owner of this tavern after the last one lost the bar caught magically cheating in a card game."
There is no response from any of the people (outside of this table) in the Tavern, but the bartender does spit at the floor after this remark (and it hits a spittoon.)
In a gruff voice he announces, " There be a tenday of feasting here!" He pauses to survey the patrons, then turns back to the barkeep, " Should cover the price of a room for myself and the girl, for a few nights" he points behind him.
Slipping through the door the lithe female figure enters. wearing only a loose fitting cloak, with a broadsword strapped around her waist. in her left hand is a short spear. Her right hand pulls back the cowl of her cloak revealing her heritage.
The dwarf watches the shocked reaction to her act, and quickly pulls his axe, slamming it on the bar, " And this be waiting for any who dare give the girl problems!"
Making her way to the bar the young drow smiles, and places her hand on the dwarf's shoulder, " There will be no need for that Grogin." She turns her attentions to the barkeep, " Forgive my companion, he lacks the... well social skills of the city."
"Is she a relative Thiax? or am I drunk and seeing two of you?"
*Swallows* "Much better. Guess I shouldn't study my spells for three days without properly eating next time."
the young drow orders drinks, " your finest wine and strongest ale," slipping a small ruby to the barkeep, "keep them coming until the dwarf stops singing." Passing the table of Maeve, the young drow whispers a soft prayer, and places her hand on Maeve's shoulder, neutralizing the mead's effect, and leans close " Meads and ales are like all other toxins."
Placing a small silver disc in front of the cleric she smiles.
By that time, roast is served. Maeve takes a dig.
"Ymm... This is the best!"
"Hope there was a bard here who could sing a song at this party... well, as the monks say, you can't be too greedy."
*The Barkeep looks like he wants to look in a certain direction yet fears to do so. He then (oddly) looks like he is hearing a conversation with nobody next to him, but nods as the boar was picked up by him and taken to the back for cleaning and roasting the next night, and a key is dropped into the hand of its slayer from the wench Imogene.
The truthseeker lowered his finished drink at that moment and watched the entrance of the couple (especially the dialogue of the dwarf,) the tipsiness of Mauve and the saving of her "poisons" by the drow with some bemusement.
If he would have made a written scene about a typical moment in a tavern, he would have written or had somebody pen this moment almost exactly like that. Somebody would have demanded a bar bawl, and this in reality he would not have wanted and is glad none did happen.
Nobody ever writes the time and cost of the cleanup, with nary a thanks to those who stop the fights.
(After all, I know the proprietor wouldn't have liked it...he thinks smiling.)
Waving over Imogene, he orders his third drink, and decides to be adventurous, and orders whatever the dwarf is drinking. It turns out to have the consistency of a gold brick slamming against his skull wrapped in mint leaves, but damn it's good!
At this point he calls over the wench again and whispers into her ear. She nods and goes to a spigot, behind the bar, and turns it. A small stream of water pours into a glass, almost instantly condensing it from the water's temperature. It's placed in front of the truthseeker who drinks it occasionally. He then pulls out a round pill and swallows it with a swig of the potable instead of the water. A more foolish person would have begun to suffer the effects of dehydration and fermentation poisons from over-drinking, but the truthseeker was neither typical nor foolish.*
"Greed, is dependent what is considered valuable to one, and to others and if it causes negative effect to others if taken in some manner considered selfish. But even this definition can be debated. Ask a Duegar and a Deva and you'll get two wildly different answers what is valuable let alone greedy. Mauve and Thaix and I also may see value differently, as could anybody else here...like what were those couple's names again," he refers to the Dwarven male and his female Drow companion?
Grogin saunters over, his tankard sloshing in hand and claps his hand on the girls back, " Aye, and worse!" Taking a long quaff of his drink and points to his drow companion, and this one here, Pyr is her name Second generation born under the stars, not in that hell her grandmother speaks of." Grogin empties his tankard and places it on a passing tray as he grabs a fresh ale.
Pyr nods and bows deeply, " Pyr Hunn'ette of House Hunn'ette, A dead house by Drow standards, but some of us were fortunate to survive and be guided by Eilistraee to the lands above. And for that I am her servant."
"Then I raise a glass or tankard to the lost Eilistraee and to all mortal and diety alike then who did not survive the following disasters. They are to be thanked and remembered by those of us who did survive the assassination, the last Godswar and Spellplague (1385 DR) then or us as their descendants. The fallen may be gone, but we will make sure they are never forgotten! May we all walk freely underneath the sun, moon of Selune' and stars!"
With that toast, the truthseeker drinks (holding back that he has memories of those who fell during those days.) Wistfully reflecting, he recalls the just-happened events,
"Such an interesting moment before the introduction and toast. The bartender talking to nobody yet somebody, the boar brought in just as we had a roast used from this place's stores and a fine replacement it is. The female you should not glare at yet must look at (at pain of death that way I bet.) Our lady Mauve here who was tipsy now not thanks to one of darker color whom the bartender is racist to all of that kin thinking all are foul beings and mostly is right, but still wrong. "
*With the words spoken aloud, the bartender's ruddy face reddens, but he does not reply, as if he knows the best answer of this response is not to respond himself this time. *
"Now now Edgar, we've debated this topic, and I did find out after all your cousin was saved from the East Rift underchasms by a female drow no less; barely a woman at the young age of 103 if I recall [In Elven] Such an adaptable woman, inside and outside her caverns," he finishes the last sentence in Elven saying it with a sly grin leaving no question to the double entendre.
*Edgar clenches his jaw but remains silent if still keeping a scowl on his face.*
"Well, I applaud your patience. For this, I won't inform the manager about your earlier comments to our friend Thaix and your pay won't be docked. But I'm glad, because I do like you Edgar. This isn't some mocking or teaching you a lesson, just a reminder the next person you meet-no matter what their bloodline-could end up running everything, especially in Neverwinter. If an adventuring patron regular can remember that when inebriated, then I'm sure a man of your years and many skills can respect that, even if you hate it?"
*Edgar sighs and responds in a defeated yet exasperated tone to the already lost battle,*
"Yes good sir. Was there anything else?"
"Well, I don't need to tell you who to actually keep an eye out for. After all, I'm simply a regular here."
"Would I be fired if I said you're anything but regular...Sir?"
The truthseeker laughed and merrily replied, "If you responded more like that instead of your angry replies, you'd get more tips my good man!"
*A Platinum piece is flipped from truth and suprisingly yet instinctively caught by Edgar*
"I'm proud of ya; it's been a month and you've mouthed off to everybody else but me. Think I'd get you fired or fireballed," he concludes laughing? "There's nothing wrong with a quick wit. It's the hate speech I don't like and get you in trouble for my good bartending man! Never be afraid to go zag when they zig and take risks. As long as you know the risks, you can decide if it's worth the reward.
If you don't believe me, as that lucky bum who caught Ratcliffe cheating using magic no less and now owns this bar. I heard some people would have thought he would have been the fireballing wizard, instead but the coward Ratcliffe dropped the deed, ran off begging to live and was never seen again. Now that was a scene. One I'm glad to have witnessed. I'm glad the owner and I are both wizards of the same mind, or it could have gotten complicated. And I'm guessing that tip plus my payments before will keep everybody well lubricated the rest of the night?"
*The Bartender Edgar rolls his eyes, but responds with courtesy befitting such a tip,*
"Absolutely m'lord. it will keep everybody wet until sunrise if they wish. Even enough for half the decanter of Thayan Brandy 633 CY without dipping into the tills...if the Boss wouldn't complain about it."
"Well, I can't say I'm the Boss here, but we do share a practicality when needed. I'm sure he wouldn't Disintegrate anybody if the House offered a shot to any Patron asking. As for me, I'll hold off mine until the next day. I may know how to mix my liquor, but that is something to be enjoyed with a clear head and full senses, and I am happily drunk!"
With that, truthseeker looks like he's almost about to unleash some explosive pyrotechnics spell, but does not, reflected with looks of relief on the staff's faces as if sometime was not so lucky previously.
Reacting in only that way one drunk can switch between solemn then cheerful then a myriad of other responses, the magus just has a look of contentment on his face presently.
"Servant of the dead god? Now thats something...unexpected. I still remember chaos what deaths of Vhaeraun and Eilistraee caused and ''that hell'' is also called as Underdark, but ''that hell'' really describes Underdark quite well"
Pyr pats her companion's shoulder to relax him, "The body of any diety may die, but the ideals and teachings last as long as they are remembered." Smiling she turns, her hand instintively slides to the hilt of her sword... her smile fades seeing the tiefling "And what exactly is the removal from such ancestry?"
Grogin turns and places his hand over Pyr's and slides her hand off the hilt. " Take the bag to the room girl" with out further word Grogin moves close to the tiefling inspecting him. Pyr makes her way to the stairs and disappears.
The dwarf looks up and stomps the tieflings foot, causing him to howl and bend low enough for Grogin to grab the collar of the cloak, " I'll be direct, Demon or Devil and it better have been your great great grand parent atleast who was the fiend!" Grogin holds his axe handle
Pyr reappears her cloak replaced by a full set of chain mail. The once care-free huntress is replaced by a battle hardened and ready warrior. Her stance showed her hand ready to free the spear at her target. Grogin releases the tiefling with a slight shove backwards, leaving him open to the hurled spear should it be released.
Moving back to the table he grabs his tankard and finishes another ale. Pyr closes her eyes a moment then opens them, her stance relaxes as she moves from the stairs. " Regardless his blood is too thin to be more than a common mortal threat."
"The sword tell you that?" Grabbing yet another passing full tankard.
"Nay good dwarf," she taps the side of her nose " he doesn't stink of the Abyss or the 9 Hells" Suddenly the assumtion of being a priestess is dispelled slightly "As I was saying, I am a servant of Eilistraee...though dead, what she believed and hoped for live through her warriors"