Barchat

GM: We’re in the Blue Moon Alehouse, btw
Estavir (boastfully): AND THEN they were cowering in the corner, my brave leadership guiding them as they found solace in the wonderment of me! ME! ME!
Estavir approaches a waitress
Kavan: So, Estavir. What brings you to Fallcrest?
Tsurras Wyrmblood snorts loudly and drinks his flagon of ale…
Estavir (annoyed): (to the waitress) he’s quite a boor, isn’t he. Didn’t do much in the . . . the . . .
Estavir: (makes a sweeping gesture) GLORIOUS BATTLE
Estavir stands proudly
Estavir seems to notice he has been talking and rushes to the bar and attempts to hide
Kavan (grinning): How many arrows did you bloody again?
Tsurras Wyrmblood (shrugging): So you scared a few runty kobolds…big deal…Me and Dirge faced down Demonic Fire Breathing Insectoids from Hell!
Estavir hides further
Estavir struggles with ordering a beer, scared to do much more than peep at the innkeeper
Kavan shakes his head and begins writing in a small book.
Tsurras Wyrmblood: No need for cowering friend…we’re all companions of the blade and the struggle under the light of Avandra now…
Tsurras Wyrmblood buys a beer for Estavir
Estavir seems to gather an inner strength
Estavir stands up suddenly, knocking over his stool
Tsurras Wyrmblood shrugs
Tsurras Wyrmblood: besides, I dont eat humans…too greasy!
Estavir: I’D LIKE (glances nervously at the beer tsurras has ordered for him) A..A..
Estavir: (calmly) thank you friend
Estavir: A BEER BARTENDER
Estavir: I MEAN THANK YOU, GLORIOUS FRIEND
Estavir quickly sits down again, meekly
Tsurras Wyrmblood: Well played good sir. Well Played.
Estavir begins to sip woodenly
Kavan peers at Estavir curiously, then resumes writing.
Tsurras Wyrmblood shakes his head
GM: Dirge comes into the tavern, with Torgan in tow. Looks like Torgan had a rough night of it - he’s sopping wet.
Tsurras Wyrmblood: see, now thats you’re problem right there, Esty. Thats not a sippin’ beer! Dig into it! Feel the rich malt burn down your throat…
Estavir: guiltily takes a large gulp
Estavir begins to appear more green than he previously had
Torgan: You didn’t have to be so rough, you know
Kavan: So Estavir, are all your kind like you?
Estavir leaps to his feet
Dirge: You would have drowned, if it weren’t for me
Estavir: a GLORIOUS people, like me, noble and . . .
Estavir sits back down again, quickly
Torgan: I was fine. I like a good brisk dip in the mornings.
Estavir glances at T+D
Torgan begins to wring himself out by the fire
Kavan: I mean no offense, you just seem a bit … agitated.
Estavir: stands up confidently, strides to T+D “Pardon me, Kavan, someone is in need of my assistance.”
Estavir: (too loudly) TORGAN THE WIZARD
Kavan nods and writes some more.
Estavir: YOU ARE IN NEED OF HEALING, I SEE?
Dirge: Falling into the river dead drunk is hardly a good dip. It’s unsafe. And you’re lucky it was me who fished you out, otherwise you’d be in the jailhouse sleeping it off.
Estavir glances around to make sure people are looking
Torgan turns to Estavir
Estavir: I WILL HEAL YOU
Estavir attempts to heal torgan
Torgan: Hm? Hey, hands off there.
Tsurras raises an eyebrow
Kavan closes his book and watches curiously.
Estavir: FEAR NOT, FOR I (turning to the crowd) AM A HEALER AND A RANGER OF MIGHTY REPUTE
Torgan: I like females of all races and species, but females ONLY. Get that straight.
Estavir begins to ‘heal’ torgan again
Tsurras: Im just surprised he actually succeeded in grabbing you…guess you’re not a kobold!
Tsurras laughs loudly
Torgan: You’re a poofter, not a ranger.
Dirge: Sorry, I think he’s still had a bit too much
Estavir leaps back
Torgan pukes noisily on the floor, barely missing Estavir
Estavir: A POOFTER! HOW DARE YOU! I CHALLENGE YOU --- (breaks off abruptly, eyes darting nervously around the room)
Estavir gazes sickly at torgan’s vomit
Estavir turns greener
Estavir turns greener
Estavir runs outside
Tsurras: Too much to drink? We’ve barely begun. And when I get that side of beef from that farmer, we’ll really start the party!
Tsurras licks his lips with a long, leathery tongue
Dirge begins shouting at Torgan to clean up his mess already.
Estavir: (faintly) i want beef! take me with you!
Torgan resumes puking, now on Dirge
Estavir: (faintly) Torgan’s vomiting sound seems to echo from outside
Dirge hauls Torgan out by his ears
Tsurras stands up, pays his money and heads for the door
Estavir: appears at the corner of the door, looking at tsurras
Tsurras: I’ll be back in a few fellas. If you’ve left the tavern, I’ll just assume you didnt want any of my beef…
Estavir: (whisper to tsurras) can i PLEASE COME WITH YOU!
Tsurras: maybe I’ll be back later