The Mistyvale Inn

NortherlyNanook · Post by **NortherlyNanook** » Thu Nov 23, 2006 7:47 pm

Jondalar, seated at his favorite stool in the tavern, downs a mug of Lager while cringing at Riykhan, a few half-orcs, and halflings. A halfling bumps him while moving to Master Roggins, probably to talk to him about another of his countless Writs about his symbol of Tyrak in the tavern.

Jondalar calls out to the halfling, half drunkenly, "'ey! Git back 'ere, peck! Yer gon' watch where yer movin' when I'm through wit' ya!"

After finishing his drunken yelling, Jondalar attempts to take a swig of mug of Lager, when he realizes that it's contents are no less than swirling about in his belly.

He raises his arm to Master Roggins yelling "'ey! Roggins! Another Lager over 'ere! Make sure tha-" when a brutish-looking, green-faced, diseased-looking half-orc moves up to him and stands behind him, probably chatting with another inferior creature. The huge mass of the half-orc causes Jondalar to be squished between the table and the half-orc, suffocating him. After enough time of sitting there with no air, Jondalar passes out at the table, much to what would be his own dismay, since the loss of consciousness was not from intoxication.

Evelond Formos · Post by **Evelond Formos** » Sat Nov 25, 2006 1:54 am

Evelond spots the half orc and sighs. "Such stupidity amoung my elders . . ."

He advances towards the horc and drunk. "You might want to move if you want this man to live." He motions at Jondalar. "It might be wise to do so, because manslaughter is illegal, I believe." Evelond grins with warning at the horc.

"Of course . . . there are ways to prevent even unintended crimes, you know . . ." he rapidly mutters some nonsense and discreetly flicks his hands a bit, and a few seconds later, he is a foot taller than the horc. Another swish of the hands, and light was above Evelond's prey. And a final incantation shrouded the elven wizard in a clear red barrier.

"Would you like to move a tad? There's room on the other side of your table, you know." Oh, how he loved intimidating things that could kill him with a single blow.

muletang · Post by **muletang** » Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:24 pm

outside the inn, lips firmly sealed for the time being, he over hears a name he has not heard since the old songs - Girru

Post by **Vahene** » Mon Nov 27, 2006 5:11 pm

Celintra sat in her corner and sipped her water. A bright smile appeared on her face as she suddenly walked away from the bar, flipped the dwarven tavernkeep a coin for the water and left. Outside, probably about ten or twelve feet away, a horridly loud sound was heard. SCHREEK!

Trinn · Post by **Trinn** » Mon Nov 27, 2006 6:26 pm

Aiynu looked over to the source of the incantations to witness a halforc apologising to a giant wizard and frantically trying to wake some fellow up who appeared to be passed out on the table behind him. *sigh* for a moment there she thought it was Ezekiel chanting. She turned back to the fireplace and pulled her chair in closer to feel the warmth against her face and watched the tiny flames chase each other around the coals while the big ones roared and tousled for the best spot.
She took a small sip of the foul bitter ale she had been served, grimaced, and placed the tankard back. Well, at least she wouldnt have any trouble stretching out her drink while she was waiting.
She heard the creak of the door and couldn't stop herself turning to see.. but no, not this time either. She waited some more..

Evelond Formos · Post by **Evelond Formos** » Sun Dec 10, 2006 5:45 pm

Now having left the half-orc that was once again a giant to him, the sun elf grins rather mischievously, twirls his hands around and mutters. A glowing ball of- no, just that, a glowing ball, a glowing "light" ball materialises in his right hand. He walks over to the corner, and throws it gently into the air. It begins to float around the Inn, mysteriously lighting candles at tables occupied by none. He smiled, waiting for the harmless chaos that was surely legal, but annoying.

obsoletenihilist · Post by **obsoletenihilist** » Wed Jan 03, 2007 8:29 pm

Nrungg glances towards the floating ball of light with an annoyed look on his features, a contemplative look flashing briefly as he looks at Evelond and then the fireplace. Finally with a defeated sigh he turns back to his drink at the bar.

Greyshore · Post by **Greyshore** » Sat Jan 06, 2007 9:31 pm

"Greetings, Sir Roggins!" - said the red-haired woman who shamelessly entered the Inn from the back door with a mischievous smile on her face: "Say, what about a..." - but before the woman finished what she had to say, she had already noticed the expression on Master Roggins face, as if he already knew what the woman was going to ask for. For a brief moment, it looked as if her smile would vanish at any moment yet, as loud as when she greeted the dwarf, she continued, still grinning: "...Perhaps tomorrow then! Good day to you!" - the woman then theatrically bowed and left the Inn as quickly as she entered, ignoring the presence of the others.

-Roque- · Post by **-Roque-** » Sun Jan 07, 2007 12:35 am

Roque wuz here seems to have been recently carved into one of the stools.

Evelond Formos · Post by **Evelond Formos** » Sun Jan 07, 2007 12:41 am

Evelond walks into the inn, exchanges papers with the Guard Captain, and walks over to the bench. "Hmm . . . well, isn't this mature . . . vandalism."

He swishes his hands and hisses what sounds like 'Dexter Combustii', and small jets of flame eliminate the hallmark.

Budgie · Post by **Budgie** » Mon Jan 08, 2007 10:22 am

Leaning against the banister of the steps leading to the upper level of the inn, Luvvy steadily regards Nrungg’s broad back. Her normal mildly vacant, happy expression is replaced with a keen penetrating look that would cause Nrungg considerable uneasiness should he chance to see it. She looks down with surprise to see that the force of her grip has driven her talons into the banister post.

When she looks up, her smile is back and she saunters over to the bar whirling a dead rat by its tail. “Hey….Big Boy”

obsoletenihilist · Post by **obsoletenihilist** » Mon Jan 08, 2007 2:14 pm

Per usual in this situation Nrungg cringes once and glances at Luvvy before talking as he gets up unsteadily from the bar "I aint intrested" and hurridly steps away towards the kitchen and out the back door.

lockethrowsknives · Post by **lockethrowsknives** » Tue Jan 09, 2007 7:30 pm

One quiet evening, Zadrithurn Norentun can be seen having a long, hushed conversation with Captain Waldren. The two seem quite focused on their discussion, save for a few disruptions involving the delivery of paid writs by various ‘adventurers’. As the night set in, the two were seen shaking hands, with Zadrithurn handing over a rather official looking sealed scroll.

Eclipse · Post by **Eclipse** » Tue Feb 06, 2007 10:13 am

A tall, skinny elf barges in the door of the Inn on an otherwise quiet evening. Cascades of blond hair frame his clean, handsome face and he tosses it about to shake the rain off. The man strides confidently over to a not-so-crowded table and takes a seat promptly, not bothering to ask permission of the other occupants. He snaps his fingers at the barkeep, sharp green eyes taking in the surroundings with a slight wrinkle to his nose as he waits for refreshments to arrive.

Chia · Post by **Chia** » Wed Feb 07, 2007 7:10 pm

*A frown stretches the wide burn scar covering left side of the tiefling's face as her voice pierces through the dim of the usual background noise in the inn, tinted with a sharp, whiny edge*

Hey! This table's taken. Go sit by the bar or something, I got company coming to talk business, all right?