[IC] The Land Of Odesh (A fantasy Dice/Stat based rp)

[solamelike]

The town of Thoria !
The Docks
Time-17:27- The sun is low in the sky.

As you step off the St Christopher and onto the solid wood of the dock. You breath in the fresh salty sea air and look around. You see that the dock is bustling as the cargo that was on the large boat you sailed here on is being removed. Barrels and crates, shuffled along by large muscular men who work for the docking company. They are all placed in a a large stacked pile, then moved from the pile to the warehouse to the right of the dock .The warehouse looks old and run down but still provides a shelter for the goods until they are needed to travel to the next town. To the left of you is the sea. The calm splashes can be heard as it collides with the small stone wall that protects the cobble road in front of you from being covered in water. Across the road are three buildings. The one slightly left of you is called “The Red Dwarf Inn” the building looks as if abandoned. The brickwork missing a few pieces in places. But despite the look, the lights inside and the buzz of people suggest maybe the town is just not so keen on keeping appearances too tidy. Directly ahead of you is a wonderfully painted shop front. The blues compliment the look of the sea and the flowers by the door make the tavern next to it even more shoddy and run down looking. There are no lights coming from inside. Finally the building to the right of the shop is a large tower. It reaches high into the sky and peeks with a flat walled roof. Guards can be seen at the top holding longbows. You notice other guards entering and leaving the tower as their shifts begin to change. The chain mail and blue tunic that adores their bodies, blowing softly in the light breeze. As the swords by their side hang slightly on there right. Looking down the street a thick fog covers what the rest of the town might have to offer.
What will you do?

[solamelike]

Eryel examined the area, sighing softly as he shook his head. ‘Human towns…’ He thought, feeling relatively disgusted by what had appeared before his eleven eyes. It had been a long journey at sea and a nice meal would be welcomed. Despite the unpleasing view, Eryel could not deny the sensation of a soft breeze brushing past his exposed skin. One could say that it was the small amount of comfort he’d be offered in this trash bin of human society. Further investigation brought the guards to mind. At the very least, these creatures enjoyed upholding law and order. Eryel rubbed his forehead and continued forth, leaving a judgemental attitude behind. He knew better than to insult a man in his own home, when he himself took on the role of stranger.
Some rest would be appreciated, along with a cup of herbal tea. The latter would however be more difficult to acquire.

Eryel looked back towards the group he had travelled with and started towards the inn, considering it the best place to think about his next move.

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Daxius walked down the ramp off of the st. Christopher.
"what a strange name for a vessel" he mumbled to himself. He shielded his eyes from the sun which he still hasn't grown accustomed to since he left Antium 6 months ago to find adventure. Daxius felt unnerved being on the ground with the other pedestrians. He took a quick sprint to a wall
(Rolls with agility Stat )
(Gets a 7 -Success!)
and planted his feet on it, almost running up it as he clutched the edge of the roof and pulled himself up. He scanned the metropolitan sprawl and smiled as he caught a glimpse of grey smoke coming from a chimney of a three story building, 'an inn' he thought to himself with a smile,
(Rolls with agility Stat )
(Gets a 5 – Success!)
he proceeded to sprint, jumping and leaping from roof to roof and
(Rolls with agility Stat )
(Gets a 6-Success!)
finally dismounted off a two floored building with a role, causing some gasps from the crowds. He walked towards the door of the inn, his hands clutching the coins in his pouch.

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Sighing softly, Keros slowly walked down the ramp and on to the dock. He had a little to his name, essentially nothing, a poor man’s wage, a metal reinforced right hand, and a dingy set of clothes. His clothes covered his chest and back and the upper parts off his legs, with a sash hanging between them. Around his neck was the last remnants of his past, a small pendant, a keepsake, what would likely be the last he’d ever see of his old home and life.

Walking into the street, he stopped, one hand on his hip, the other hand on his chin, gently rubbing the skin, thinking. He didn’t have a chance to think this through, this trip was a last minute decision, he hadn’t thought about once he had landed. Things were so new, a new land, a new world, a new life. He had a hint of fear within him, a fear that this new life would be no better than the old one. There was also a fear that the guards would try to hassle him. Orcs were not the most respected or respectable creatures that walked the land, he was sure no one here would appreciate him for what he was, something more.

Dropping his hands, he looked around, taking a glance in either direction, just to take things in. He shrugged and just decided to go to the nearest place he could get a drink, something other than what he’d been drinking this whole time, something strong. The Red Dwarf Inn seemed like a good place to attempt to fulfil that demand.

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Stepping off the wooden vessel, the St. Christopher, Shaleer gripped his stomach, not at all acustomed to the sea's motions. Upon gaining his composure, a thick smell of sea salt stung his nose and compelled him to get away from the docks and towards any of the buildings before him. He began walking for the Red Dwarf Inn until the magnificent tower caught his eye. He stepped off his path to pause one of the guards leaving the tower.

With a questionable smile and a distinct accent, Shaleer asked the guard, "I don't mean to impede, but what's so important about that tower that it warrants all you guards?"
The guard paused and turned to the man "Its the guards tower, the guards are briefed, paid and its where we lock up criminals... Hopefully I wont see you in there" The guard joked "Anyway I must go to my post", and with that the man left towards the other end of town.
Shaleer then walked and entered the Tavern

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As Margerae walked across the ramp onto the docks she looked around and put the spell book that she was reading away. She watched the town and waved at the guards in their tower. She figured that tomorrow she would look through the town assuming that the fog would clear, but for now she needed a room. She hurried to "The Red Dwarf Inn".

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Elan: Next, we go to the tavern.
Roy: Why? I need adventurers, not a drink. Well, not JUST a drink.
Elan: That's where adventurers are hired, silly!
Roy: Why? It's not like they're looking for jobs on the wait staff.
Elan: I dunno, it's just tradition.
— The Order of the Stick: On the Origins of PCs

The Tavern
As the adventurers walk into the tavern they are hit by a wave of warmth, light and noise. Despite the night barely beginning the place was already filling in. Most of the patrons where human but a dwarf or gnome could be seen here and there. A band bearing a manner of instruments played in one of the corners as the bar maid delicately swooped about delivering drinks and food to other patrons. The atmosphere of the place seemed alive with conversation but the music and banter where quiet enough to talk to someone if you where close. The bartender moved behind the bar. Serving drinks from a fancy tap made of some kind of bone as he chattered with the many familiars.

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Margerae walked up to the bartender, he looked like he may be the owner of the establishment.
“Do you have any rooms for rent?” Margerae asked the man politely “and do you know if anyone needs helps around town?” she continued.


“aye I sell rooms to travellers like your self” The man seemed to have a northern accent, a rugged harsh undertone which made the man seem like he could talk down a bear and a muscular frame showing he could probably punch one too. “3 Gold pieces a night, that gives you the protection of no-one pinching your coins in your sleep. The rooms are small but have two beds and are better then sleeping on the street corner. Especially due to the recent rat problem at the old warehouse across the street.” The man cleaned a glass in his hand “If you want to earn some coin, the town has a message board in front of the town hall just left of the Phorus statue up the street.” He put the glass down “Now can I get you or any of your friends a drink?” The bartender smiled looking to the group.
Behind the bartender a menu painted onto a block of wood stood.
On the wood is written:
Menu -

Drinks-
Water -1 gold
Stout - 1 gold.
Ale– 2 gold.
Mead– 2 gold
Liquid star whiskey (Tavern Special) - 3 gold.

Food-
Meat pie – 2 gold
Bread – 1 gold
Fresh apple – 1 gold
Ham slices with gravy and vegetables. – 3 gold

What will you do ?

[solamelike]

The warm atmosphere hit Daxius like a brick and his eyes hurt from the sudden change in brightness but soon they got use to it and he could see the inn clearly. It was a warm, cozy place, people were laughing and talking and playing dice games as the music played with the crackling fire in the background serving as an interesting ambient in contrast the creaking floor boards and splashing of waves from the ship. Daxius looked around for a seat and found it, a small set up of chairs in the corner by the fire that remained uninhabited, Daxius strolled to it and slid himself into one of the comfortable chairs and pulled out his book but before he could read a single word, something caught his eye. A chess board, it was sat neatly on the table in front of him covered in a fine layer of dust, the board brought back many memories for Daxius, many memories indeed.

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Margerae nodded and smiled at the man, she handed him three gold and sat down as she paid him another three for a drink hoping that it would be enough. "Thank you sir." She said, as she looked around again she shrugged and looked down at the gold on the table. "Well I'll be going to my room, use the extra three to pay for someone's drink. Or just keep it." “Thank you have a nice stay then” The bartender handed Margerae the key, She smiled and took it heading to her room.

Once she got there she smiled and opened the door examining the room and deciding to set up a small alchemy table, she locked the door and set out some magical components.
(Rolls with Light Magic Stat )
(Gets a 3 – Mild Failure)

Margerae began to make healing potions but, after several tries and wasting some of her powders, she gives up and sighs shrugging as she packed away her things and left the room locking the door behind her. She walked out into the cold night, looking for the message board.

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One could for sure say that the interior was a more pleasant sight than the outside. Eryel had already figured it rather futile to attempt, but nonetheless it was worth a shot. "Do you by chance sell herbal tea?" He approached the bartender and sat on a barstool. Besides him was a woman he had travelled with, and she seemed to be in a hurry to get things done. Of course, doing something and getting paid for it was always better time spent than wasting it away at a barstool, but he just arrived in that human city. After having been cursed with the hideous constructions outside, the relatively cosy interior of the Inn wasn't something Eryel was in a hurry to leave behind. "If tea is uncommon in these parts, a cup of water will do." Eryel finished, placing a coin on counter. Soon after the gold hit the wood, Eryel noticed a patron digging into a meat pie. Now that was something he would enjoy. Producing another two coins, Eryel placed them alongside his first payment. "And a pie, please." He spoke.

The bartender looked up at the elf as he scooped the coins into a pouch. He walked to the back of the bar then soon returned with a large glass of liquid and a small meat pie.
(Rolls with Perception Stat )
(Gets a 7! )
(Rolls with Knowledge Stat )
(Gets a 4 )

The glass is badly made, air bubbles can be seen within the glass and it feels slightly lumpy at the bottom. The water itself Is a murky brown, and as you look at the pump it came from, you realise it comes directly from some water source under the tavern. The pie looks quite nice but using your perceptive skills and knowledge of food, you notice the meat is unknown to you. It isn't any traditional meat anyway but the pastry seems nicely made.

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Shaleer jumped at the chance to moisten his lips and fished his satchel for two coins. He took a seat at the bar, laid the coins down, and motioned them toward the bartender.

"Something sharp to keep me up, if you would."
The bartender walked away and came back with a small glass of ale handing it to the man and taking his coin.
And with that, Shaleer pulled out another three coins and played with them. "Three coins is certainly fair for protection against penny-pinchers." He looked as if he were about to pay the bartender for a room until he closed his hands around the coins. "However, there is a monstrous guard's tower nearby, and I am certain no thief would dare step within its gaze. Perhaps you could knock down the price for me and my companions?"

(Rolls with Barter Stat )
(Gets a 6 – Mild Success)(He's a proud stubborn bastard)

“Aye it might protect you from the thieves but the rats will eat ya before ya have chance to sit up.” The bartender remarked “I can give you a job though. If you do it you can stay the night and i'll even throw a meal in for ya” The man offered.

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[solamelike]

Bam burst into the tavern like he owned the place. He strolled up to the massive bar keeper's counter and placed a dead rabbit-like creature on it, probably extracting strange looks from surrounding patrons,"I would like to sell this beautiful animal to you Sir, name your price!" he exclaimed cheerfully, this being a rather good produce of his hunt and probably would make him a coin or two.
While waiting for the bar keeper to answer, he whistled and listened to the hustle and bustle of the people in there and smelled the smell of meats and other foods. Also, he scanned the crowd to see if there was anyone who might have a job for him.
(Rolls with Perception Stat )
(Gets a 6!)
Bam looked across the room most people seemed fairly uninteresting, drinking and eating.
Two things caught his eye though. Two guards sat in one of the far corners, they where challenging people to arm wrestling and when they lost the loser would pay gold upfront. The second thing that caught his eye was a curtained off area. The curtain was a rare looking purple. Inside sat a elderly woman, some kind of crystal ball in front of her. She looked like a fortune teller of some sort.

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"Remember, there's only a one letter difference between tits and tips."
— Misfile
Daxius' concentration was broken when the door to the tavern was thrown open by a small 'person' holding a dead animal in his hands, with his thought broken he noticed how thirsty he felt, he looked around the tavern for the barmaid when he spotted her. She was sat on the floor beneath the stairs, her arms wrapped around her in almost a self hug. Daxius waved to her, trying to get her attention. She looked up from her feet and skimmed the room with her eyes until they landed on Daxius waving his hand at her. Daxius watched her get up and proceed to walk to him, deftly slipping her way between narrow gaps between tables.

(Rolls with Perception Stat )
(Gets a 5 )
The barmade seemed happy enough her smile showed it and the jingle of coins in the tip pouch by her side seemed to show the job paid well. She had brunette hair which reached down her back and her dress flowed to her ankles. A sheath was by her side where a small blade was held. Daxius noticed the leather was slightly worn and the handle nicked showing it had been used before. For what reason it was unknown but her beautiful looks may attract a few wandering eyes, the low cut dress showing off cleavage probably only increased this but it was probably good for tips.

He stood up from his chair as she approached And watched her slip between the last two tables before she was in the secluded corner. She stood short compared to Dax, the top of her head reaching the base of his chin, with a rasp he proceeded to make his request:"excuse me miss, but I'd like a glass of clean water," his voice was abrasive to his ears after long weeks of disuse "none of that brown stuff the elf was supplied with."
“Sorry but that’s the cleanest water where going to get around here. The well we used to use caved in last week.” The barmaid softly replied “The alcohol is clean though, the barrels are shipped from all over.”
"would you happen to have an apple?"Dax asked “If you have a gold piece then yes we have fresh apples. Picked locally.”The bar maid replied.

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Eryel quickly changed his tune once the glass of ‘water’ was placed upon the bar. This was it? As if the outside wasn’t filthy enough, the one comfort he saw was but an illusion. “Thank you…” The elf muttered. At least the pie was eatable, he hoped. It didn’t seem too horrible, despite the meat. If it was anything like that water, however…the bartender would surely need to up the quality of his place. Despite the uncomfortable feeling running down his spine, Eryel dug into the pie but left the water alone for obvious reasons. He had paid money for it, but he knew how humans functioned. If it reached the counter, that meant the money had been spent and no refunds were possible. Greedy, filthy creatures but their greed made Eryel’s job so much easier. As long as he got his hands on something golden and shiny, some poor sod would buy it even if it was cursed. One thing Eryel prided himself in was the fact that he was an honest person, never selling anything without revealing its secrets first.

The treasure hunter couldn’t help but overhear the bartender speak with one of his comrades. A job? While he preferred to be paid in coin, a free night’s sleep would be a good path towards just that.

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Despite the bartender's firm position on the cost, Shaleer mainted his cheerful yet perplexing cheerfulness; that is, until a disrupting figure came through the door with a rabbit and placed it on the counter before him and the bartender. Shaleer almost raised a hand in protest beforing shaking his head, believing it to just be a strange custom he'd yet to understand.
Shaleer stole a a quick glance at the elf, still fascinated ever since the boat ride as elves were a rare sight in his home city.
Returning his eyes to the bartender, Shaleer forced a laugh and said, "Whatever you need for the night, I'm at your service." His eyes faltered as he looked at the dead creature on the counter again, hoping everyone here wasn't as straightforward as the gnome was.

The bartender began to speak “There is a man , he is in room 3 and he has refused to pay for his stay. He has been up there 2 days and he's driving mine and the other patrons patience. He knows me so I cant do anything about it but if some unknown men came and kicked him out... well there is nothing we could do about that. Everyone here hates the guy so we will cover you if he starts complaining to the guards, no-one will ever know you did it.” The bartender talked quietly but made sure the man and the elf could hear him. Addressing the problem to both of them. “Like I said before there’s a meal and a room for you both if you do”

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The bartender then walked to the gnome “You know the price two gold if its a clean kill and the meat isnt to mangled.” The man picked up the rabbit looking at the crossbow bolt wound in its chest, the bolt had gone straight through with the power behind it. “Looks good two gold pieces and a drink?” The bartender offered.

[solamelike]

Daxius flipped two coins at the attractive barmaid, "two apples please" his voice grated in his throat.
The barmaid nodded and walked off to the back. He sat back down in the armchair and watched the rest of the inn carry on with itself, however he was perplexed and cheerfully bemused at the rabbit wielding gnome. But at the same time a bit pitiful, barging into the inn, proudly clutching a dead hare and only getting looks of malicious amusement. Daxius forgot about his apples for a few minutes and stepped off the chair and started towards the proud looking gnome.
Dax stood behind him and noticed how much shorter someone could be, he poked the gnomes shoulder and rasped "quite a prize ya have, I'll offer ya 3 golds, sound good?"

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Bam turned away from the bar to see a scary looking man standing there, offering him gold for his kill. "That's, that's perfect," he blustered out, a little intimidated by the mans eye patch, he quickly pulled out his arrow from the animal and handed his prey to the man. Dax handing over 3 coins. he regained his loud and happy composure, being even more excited, and walks over to the guards arm wrestling, a small group gathered around.

The group looked to the small gnome who walked upto the table "Is this a joke?" One of the men proclaimed as the rest laughed. The two guards looked to the gnome in confusion "If you beat us in a arm wrestle you get 5 gold if we beat you we get 2 gold. They are the rules
Bam sat at the table to arm wrestle.
(Rolls with Unarmed )
(Gets a 5!)
(Guard rolls with unarmed {D6+1}
(Gets a 4!)
The arm wrestle begins. Muscles begin to bulge but miraculously the gnome wins!
The crowd looks around in amazement.5 gold is placed next to the Gnome.
"Well erm.. well done.." The guard said annoyed

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Eryel raised his eyebrow at the quest granted. Well, at least this would pay him, not that it followed his usual work schedule but it would have to do until dangerous ruins come along. “Remove that meal.” The elf stated, finishing his pie. “And throw in five gold pieces instead.” He did like coins.
You could never have enough of those, and hopefully the bartender would comply.
(Rolls with Barter )
(Gets a 7 – Success)
“All right five gold pieces to the both of you but you better not cause a mess.” The bartender replies.

“How exactly do you want this guy thrown out?” Eryel rubbed his chin.

“Nice and quietly, you can use the back door and chuck him out if he doesn’t comply to leave when two armed gentleman knock on the door.” The bartender smirked.

“If he hasn’t paid for his room, I reckon you own this establishment and the rules of your society would allow you to remove him from the premises, correct?” But then, humanity never truly impressed. “Then again, I won’t question your customs. I'll accept this assignment.” Eryel finished.
One could never expect too much from these short lived hunks of meat. Their shortcomings would in this case benefit the elf, so by all means. The gnome who had made an entrance would easily steal everyone's attention, but after shedding him a glare, Eryel went back to the conversation. Gnomes, they were always so loud. Well, at least they were better than humans.

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In agreement with the elf, Shaleer added, "Strange lands indeed," whilst giving the gnome another look. Then, back toward the elf and then to the bartender, "But surely the man has a reason for not leaving his room. Is he in some kind of distress?."
“He's not leaving because he wants a room for free.!” The bartender retorted.

Shaleer paused for a moment only to sigh, "Nonetheless, I accept your task like my pointy-eared companion."

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The bartender began to walk the elf and human to the door "Between you and me... I don't want the guards snooping around here. That's why I cant ask them.. if you get my drift" He said as he got to the door. "Here it is behind this door... I will leave you to it..." The bartender quickly left.