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Post by N3B on Mar 25, 2004 19:04:50 GMT -5
You walk into the crowded tavern at the capital city Suryan. Around you, beings of all sorts; elves, werewolves, dwarfs, and such are eating, an occasional fight errupts, which you try to avoid being entangled in. You look around, and find the bartender, Cyndey standing behind the bar, preparing a glass of beer for an amphibian-like man.
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NPC's
Cyndey: Bartender, Human female
Rufus: Adventurer, Dwarven male
Ranahl: Soldier for King Serpa, Human male
Gastel: Magician, Human male
Rodnie: Elven male
Kimi: Human female
Drascer: jeweler, Werewolf male
Gorsta: Amphibian
Old Man Balak: Human male
On a menu on the wall behind the bar you read:
Menu:
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Post by Altl on Dec 7, 2005 19:16:03 GMT -5
Altl entered into the tavern and was surprised to find not much had changed. The aroma of ale filled the dim lit room an abandoned dart board adorned the wall. As the clamoring voices surrounded Altl he picked a seat at the bar between an amphitaur and an old man.
Ordering a glass of water Altl sat and drank it. Sitting in deep thought not saying a word, the old man beside him broke his concentration, "Water? Who drinks water at a bar?!?"
"I do; drinking makes such fools of people and people are such fools to begin with..." Altl replied.
"What 're ya, some kinda scholar?" the drunkard asked.
"Of sorts." Altl said.
"Don't suppose you know how to get rid of a certain infestation I have then?" inquired the drunkard jokingly.
"I might, but if we're going to go any converse further what is your name?" Altl responded.
"My name is Balak and as for my infestation thats was a lil' joke someone your age most certainly couldn't help me, why you're probably as old as me!"
"I think I can, now describe your infestation..."
//hope thats not streching too far by skipping the guild and well everything else *passes to overlord*
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Post by Draxas on Dec 7, 2005 19:41:18 GMT -5
The old man leaned in closer to Altl's face, squinting into his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, and Altl caught a faint whiff of some hard liquor on the man's breath. Moments later, the whiff was no so faint as the man exhaled with an exclamation, "BUGS!"
Not taking any notice of Altl's skeptical glare and moves to edge away where the odor of alcohol was not so fierce, he continued in an almost exuberant tone, "That's right, BUGS! Huge ones, some as long as your arms, and the rest even longer!" he half wheezed, half laughed at his own joke.
"They're not only huge, they're dangerous!" continued Balak, a look of solemn seriousness replacing that of drunken stupor, "Nasty, vicious, and some of 'em are poisonous to boot! One of the bigger ones nearly took my leg off the other day, and that's when I packed up and put in the request at the guild. So now they've taken over my whole damn house!"
Balak paused for a moment, and then started to lean back with a look of disgust on his face. He waved his hand dismissively at Altl, "Bah!" he said, turning back to his drink, "What good does it do me to tell you this? If you really wanted to help, you would've gone to the guild and taken the job already. You're just here to laugh at an old man's misfortunes; they all are," he swept out his arm to take in the entire clientele of the bar, nearly clocking a barmaid in the face had she not swiftly sidestepped the flailing limb, "Well I don't give a damn what any of you think! So just let me drink in peace!"
With that, he turned back to his drink, downed the rest of his mug in one swift gulp, and called for the barkeep to order another round.
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Post by Altl on Dec 8, 2005 18:20:38 GMT -5
"Adventures guild..." murmured Altl "Of course, why didn't I think of that before thats a perfect place to find people to assist." Altl gulped down the last of his water and slammed it on the table. "Balak, I'm off to the adventures guild, I'll be back soon enough ready to aid you."
"Suit yourself," Balak breathed into his mug. "Don't forget to pay your tab, though. Gyeh heh heh" Balak bellowed [suddenly in a better mood] as Altl raised from his stool.
Peering out the door Altl saw that Shelton was busy with another visitor and decided it was okay to leave. Altl exited the tavern.
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Post by Altl on Dec 10, 2005 13:44:48 GMT -5
Pushing through the door Altl made his way back to the counter. He couldn't help but notice the bar was a bit quiter than it had been only just a few minutes ago, not emptier just quiter. His orignal seat had been take by an elf, so he was forced to stand.
"Ahem." Altl coughed. Balak turned around...
"So, your back?" Balak slurred out. "Well I suppose you went to the guild--You really think you can handle my problems?"
"No, just your ant problem" Altl retorted.
"Ants! Haw" chortled Balak as he waved for another round. "These ants are bigger than your bloody arm. They're dangerous, nasty, vicious, and some of 'em are poisonous to boot! One of the bigger ones nearly took my leg off the other day, you know..."
"Yes, you already told me that" said Altl. "What else though?"
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Post by Draxas on Dec 13, 2005 21:38:06 GMT -5
Old man Balak unsteadily rose to his feet, and downed the last of his drink. He passed the empty mug across the counter along with a handful of coins, and then turned to look into Altl's face.
"Come with me," he said curtly, "Since you took on my job, we're going to have to discuss the particulars."
With that, he headed for the door without another glance back. Altl shrugged, and followed the old man outside.
Just outside the tavern, Balak turned, and looked right into Altl's face once again with a long stare. He seemed to have regained a lot of his sobriety all of a sudden, and Altl couldn't help but wonder if his earlier drunkenness was real, or just an act.
"Now look here," he said gruffly, "You may be advanced enough in years that I can't rightly call you a youngster, but you're sertainly acting like one. This job is no joke. Those 'ants' are the least of your worries; the poison in their stingers just hurts. Some of the others will lay you flat before you can bat an eyelid. I hope you're coming into this prepared, because there are other folks who tried to take on this job that the healers couldn't save."
Balak sighed deeply, and looked off into the sky at nothing in particular.
"Look," he said, a bit more subdued than before, "All I'm saying is that you should come prepared. Have something on hand to treat poison if you value your life, especially. I'm going to head home. You meet me there whenever you're ready, it's on the corner of Stonewall and Barracks. You can't miss it," he said, grinning the slightest bit, "It's the one with the roaches the size of your feet scuttling out the door."
Old man Balak turned and began to walk off in the direction of his house.
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