[Game Thread] Chapter One: Aspiring Chaos

[Jat]

Absalom Absalom, the glorious riverside metropolis, sits perfectly in the middle of the inner sea. Strategically the city is in a poised position to choke trade from the mainland, but instead the capital city it leaches with a small tariff. Guilds dominate the city, but supreme power goes to the Primarch, Lord Gyr of House Gixx and his Grand Council. Despite politics, their focus is always on trade. Order is established by a free class system divided into three groups.Craftsmen who make the goods, traders who sell the wares, and Laborers who offer their services. The city stands amidst a graveyard of lost attempts to take the Absalom. The Cairnlands moat the city for miles with collecting siege equipment, and the Flotsam Graveyard is filled with the husks of destroyed and crippled warships.

The RFD The Red Flagon Dragon has been around for over seven hundred years serving as a place for the would be inebriated and downtrodden. It is seen as a good luck charm, continually passing through would be adventures hands. From inside constant bar brawls are heard at all hours of night, and its reputation is not for the naive. Despite this, work can always be found here for a small fee. The inn itself is old, beautiful, and slightly falling apart. It sits next to water with plenty of boat access. The time is roughly 8pm, and the tavern is finally opening for the day. The downstairs holds a large bar where traditionally Oswalt will be standing until summoned for an order, a group of mercenaries playing cards, a Job Opportunities board, and a fight ring doubling as a stage for the musicians.

Oswalt The entrance door slams open and an ogre staggers out. He dips his giant head avoiding the decaying wood frame. He began calmly yelling in a slow cumbersome tone. ”Alright, sorry we had to close. Had a private meeting, but now we are ready.” He waved his hand to invite the onlooking crowd in. ”Welcome welcome, the name is Oswalt and this is the Red Flagon Dragon.“ he yells again before turning around and walding inside. Oswalt points around the tavern giving a makeshift tour. ” Right so back there you’ll see the ring. Aint no fighting outside the ride, only fight inside da ring. Mr Starfast is our ringmaster, and he’ll kick you outta da bar if you get aggressive.“ A midsize gnome fails to stand, but he sits smoking on a top of a keg. A black coat covers the majority of his body, yet a small club hangs off his hidden belt.He boosts out, ” If you fancy a squabble let me know, but if you get out of line I’ll be bopping ye on the head. Ohh and the name is Mr Startlefast, don’t be bothered by the oaf, but he'll beat yer ass if he means to.” The ogre fails to notice the slight, and continues. ” Now if you want food my Patricia is masterchef.” He pauses and looks at the ground, “well a chef.” Just then a high pitched voice rings out, like a scraping wet stone. ”You want me to make umm something to eat? Oswalt looks back at the kitchen and waves his wife away. “No honey, nobody wants food now” She replies in her scraping voice ” I find it hard to believe that out of all these people no one wants food.” While leaving the kitchen to the main dining area, she addresses the room full of fresh patrons. “Alright, well if you want some grub let me know I can make all the things like blood sausage, and bloody eggs” The ogre counters, ”Ignore her we aint got no eggs. But take a seat, drink up, and don't forget we have comfy beds!”

OOC Out Of Character: At this point don't worry about the coding, i’ll correct it. Feel free to adventure around explore the tavern etc… remember there is no wrong or right thing to do.

[Vampyruss]

Tezzerit, AC=12, Fort=1,Con=2,W=3/Perception +3,Sense Motive +1 As i enter the bar and look around I say to myself "It's just like grandfather said it was." i head to the bar for some bloody sausage and ale.

[Jat]

@Tezzerit Oswalt Approaching the ogre was no simple psych feat, and was often a reasonable way to test a would be drinkers maturity level. With a torn and bloodied apron Oswalt looked up to the approaching figure. He gave a light smile and continued to shift his cleaning cloth around the glass. He blurted out breaking the silence, "You wan saemething?"

[Tris]

Nix Elentiya, AC=16, Fort=0,Con=0,W=0/Perception +4,Sense Motive 0 Nix had just arrived to the tavern after spending the day walking around town soaking in the atmosphere. With her cloak fastened tightly around her making sure to cover her face she walked into the famous red dragon flagon. She must have gotten there shortly after they opened for people still seemed to be settling in. She took a second to survey the place, pausing her eyes on each person who appeared to be alone. (Perception check) Nix went over to the job boards and scanned the many papers to see if there was anything of potential for her. She let out a small sigh and almost chuckled at herself. Of course, the job board wasn’t going to say ASSASSIN WANTED in big red dye, although imagine if it did! That would surely be a way to catch a few naïve rogues. Most anything she would find on that board would require a band of people and some just cause to aid. Still masked by her cloak she smirked. I guess I’ll have to do some recruiting, I wonder who here I could charm to do my dirty work. Nix did her best to find herself a table in a corner that could give her a vantage point of the room and the fighting pit. Nix got comfortable and pulled out a coin to twirl in between her fingers, she looked around the room and took mental note of the layout and banisters. She then began to once again survey the people in the bar.

Dice * Perception Check:

d20+4

(12)+4

Total = 16

[Jat]

OOC: @Nix Feel free to roll any relevant check you deem fit.

[Vampyruss]

Tezzerit, AC=12, Fort=1,Con=2,W=3/Perception +3,Sense Motive +1 I ask the ogre "Sir what food do u have at this establishment and can I get a pint of ale?"

[Jat]

@Tezzerit Oswalt Oswalt scratches all to close to his butt. "We gots Blood Suasage, Bloody Eggs, and I might be able to scroung up a fresh turkey." The ogre bellowed out, "HUN WE GOTS ANY TURKEY!" A plate dropped in the distance, "You betchya! Cage to table." Her head banged against the pans as she returned to her seat patiently awaiting her next order. There was an uneasiness about her. She was of normal ogre size, but she was extremely clumsy.

[SteelyDan]

Aech Sli, AC=15, Fort=+4,Con=+2,W=0/Perception +4,Sense Motive 0 Aech stumbles into the tavern, worn and drunk from his travels. He looks around confused as all hell, not really sure what to make of his surroundings. Aech figures since it doesn't seem threatening he can just relax for a while which doesn't happen very often. He sits at one of the tables near the middle of the seating area and grabs a Baijui from his pack and starts sipping on it. Not interested in much else he watches the ongoning fights and/or singing.

[Squeekerz]

X, AC=14, Fort=1,Con=3,W=0/Perception +4,Sense Motive +4, Initiative +3 She was not going to be able to make it far if they came out looking for her. As she reached the window to jump out, she saw a line forming at the front door to come in for the evening. She swung her way down and began calming walking over the front door to join everyone coming in for the evening, surely they wouldn't think it was someone innocently waiting to come in for a drink. A giant Ogre came to the door and let us in. Squeek came walking into the bar and sat down at one of the tables making sure not to even glance in the direction of that basement. I would like a drink when you can sir!

[Jat]

@SteelyDan Startlefast   Two sheathes are visible attaching to his belt. The hilts are well kept. You can also make out the lengths and styles of the sheaths. One is longer and very slender, with a large round hilt. The other is shorter curved and simple. The bouncer gnome stood on his keg. His eyes where locked onto to the rugged man. " OYE MATE. What the **** you think you doing aye?" His tone was fierce despite it's squealing high pitch. Black gloves shifted to resting atop his weapons. "Why you drinking outside spirits without paying no cork fee."

[Vampyruss]

Tezzerit, AC=12, Fort=1,Con=2,W=3/Perception +3,Sense Motive +1 I look at the Ogre and say "I'll take a bloody sausage and that pint of ale; How much will that be sir?" and then turn around tho see who the gnome is yelling at.

Dice perception:

d20+3

(20)+3

Total = 23

[eshshah]

Ryst, AC=17, Fort=+4,Ref=+2,W=+2/Perception +3,Sense Motive +0 After reaching the port town, Ryst walks around for awhile until he finally locates the Red Dragon Flagon. The tavern Radrist said he frequented 200 years ago. Upon entering the tavern a faint clopping can be heard as he treads Looking around he spots the barkeep This seems to be the place Master mentioned. Perhaps I'll fit in a bit more than I thought here. Walking over, taking care to make sure his cloak is closed with the hood up, Ryst finds a seat at the bar, An ale and a meal, I'm not picky just whatever is fresh.

[Jat]

@Tezzerit, Ryst Oswalt The ogre took the orders, then repeated back in his sluggish and boisterous voice. "Okay we are getting two ales, a blood sausage, and a some fresh chicken?" He paused before changing his gaze towards Ryst."You want feathers on or off?" He yells back towards the his wife, who is in the kitchen knifes ready. "You hear that Patricia, I'll start the chick." The cook nods and starts banging around looking for specific pan. Oswalt struts towards the kitchen, but vanishes out the side door. Moments later he reappears live chicken in hand. An audible thud rings through the restaurant, followed by a loud curse in his native tongue. There was a sound of wet meat sliding down the wall. "BAGOCK" The chicken taunted its attacker. "Bak-og This time the ogre grunted chucking the chicken hard against the wall for the second time. "GOTEM" Oswalted smiled. He threw the dead chicken back to Patrica. He returned to Ryst, "Sorry didn't catch that about the feathers, but my mutt Elter can tear those feathers off real nice and quick like."

[SteelyDan]

Aech Sli, AC=15, Fort=+4,Con=+2,W=0/Perception +4,Sense Motive 0 Aech says to the wee one ''you want the coin have it ya runt. Just let me be fella'' Throws a handful of gold coins(-10) to the bouncer and minds his own past the instance.

Dice Roll:

d20+9

(20)+9

Total = 29

Diplomacy check.

-OOC hope I did that right^-

Warning: rolls have been deleted from this post.

[Jat]

OOC: Kill Give me a diplomacy check with a +10 bonus for such a ridiculously large bribe.(d20+9 for you)