Prologue: The Challenge

[brekkers]

[This is the prologue of Tarian Sunsoar]

A few days ago, you entered a small town called Hightree. You heard a rumor of a mighty legendary warrior called Calatar the Fast, who had challenge every young man of hightree, who also wielded a blade. The fights had not been evenly matched, and when the legendary warrior left the small town behind, he carried with him his trophies of battle, the blades of the fallen. A local bard had tried to describe the warrior's blade to you, its beautiful silvery blade, markings of the dragon, on the crossguard and on the hilt. When he told you of the crackling lightning that ran up and down the edge, you knew the blade must indeed be magical, and a great treasure to be won. Of course, it would take a great warrior to defeat Calatar, but why shouldn't you be that warrior?

Following the main road towards Crown, have left you standing on the edge of a small market place bustling with life. The stalls are full of strange and familiar items, and locals and travellers walk between them, marveling at the wonders. If this is what Crown has to offer, then you must certainly have chosen the right path, but you also get the feeling that the great city of adventure has much more to offer.

[This thread is now open to Hesketh!]

[Hesketh]

Tarian slowly makes his way through the market looking at each stall closely on a sunny bright day. Saying hello and good day as locals and travellers walk past. Tarian walks up to stall that catches his eye.

"Hello can you tell me anything about a guy this tall *holds hand above his head* and has this sword with markings of a dragon, on the crossguard and hilt. His name might ring a bell Calatar. Oh also is there a place I can stay and drink".

Tarian looks at what he/she is selling looking a bit bored, Tired and hungry. Then looks around to see if anything is out of place.

[brekkers]

The stall in front of you has several good bows on display, as well as a broad selection of arrows. There are arrows in different colors, with different types of feathers and arrow heads, and you also see a small display of bow strings. The owner is a middle-aged elf, with streaks of white running through his hair. He listens to you, as if interested, all the while testing a very nice bow made from elm.

"Calatar? That name does indeed sound familiar, though I can't quite place it." He thinks hard for a while, then shakes his head, "I have seen plenty of blades bearing the mark of the dragon, but none recently. I would suggest that you seek out the heralds at Crownmeet, if this Calatar is in Crown, they would certainly know, especially if he is as famous as you say."

The elf eyes your weapons, then says, "I could help you with a bow, if you have need, but if you merely need a glass of fine wine and a hearty meal, then seek out the Singing Maiden over there." The elf bowyer points across the market, but its hard to see the exact building that he tries to single out.

The sound of a hearty meal does sound promising, however, as your eyes start to wander, hoping to catch something truly amazing, it is your ears that catch something instead...the sound of swords clashing. The sound seems to come from further inside the market, but from here, you cannot see the combatants.

[Make a spot and a listen check]

[Hesketh]

(OOC:
Spot check (1d20+2=5) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1612470/), listen check (1d20+3=4) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1612473/) big fails lol)

[brekkers]

You can hear the crowds call out something, but its very difficult to hear exactly what, it might be a name though. A few people push past you, going towards the sounds at the middle of the market place.

[OOC: better luck next time! :) ]

[Hesketh]

"Thanks for the offer but i have to decline not looking for a new bow anytime soon". Tarian looks towards the crowd as people rush past him "Hey watch were your going!" with little anger in his voice. Tarian turns back to the elf "Crownmeet did you say and yes i've heard that he is a mighty legendary warrior but he hasn't meet me yet, I might go see the hearlds soon" With a smirk on his face.

Tarian trys to see the building Singing Maiden again but with the crowd building up he could only just see the top of it "Singing Maiden did you say i like the sound of that". Tarian turned but before he moved "Oh one more thing there was a rumour about demons in a inn i need a place to rest after a long day and the sun is going down do you know were that is?" Tarian waited for the answer and started to get interested watching the crowd shout out something but could not directly hear.

[Hesketh]

(OOC: forgive my writeing mate its not one of my strong points, I'm good at thinking things out but writeing it down with spelling and all just not a strong point lol :))

[brekkers]

Being as distracted as he was, the elven bowyer had almost given up on Tarian, however, when he finally answered him, he looks up; "If you ever do need a good strong bow, please come see me, I'll make you a fine one, perhaps the finest you've ever seen."

"Indeed, the Heralds of Crownmeet can tell you just about everything you ever need to hear in your lifetime, if you can believe that!" The elf smiles, then shakes his head as if he just made a really funny joke, then continues, "The Singing Maiden is over there, but an inn with demons? That sounds like an inn on the other side of the walls, you know, its not just a rumor...demons do walk the streets of Crown, we just call them saruulans!"

[OOC: Hey, my english isn't perfect either! I can read what you are writing just fine! :) ]

[Hesketh]

Tarian looked back at in and made a little smirk "you make fine bows did you say...hmmm well i am looking for a new bow as this one *points to the one hanging from his sholder* is getting old. If you say you make finest bow in all of Crown city i like to see that and i be around".

Tarian makes a note in his head to go see the Heralds of Crownmeet about Calatar. Not paying any heed if the elf was making a joke or not, Tarian headed off towards the Singing Maiden for a drink and meal and maybe a bed. As he does he keeped looking towards the crowded area as more cheers went up *I wonder what is going on over there* being a fighter he could not resist and walked towards the crowd.

[brekkers]

You twist and turn through the small market, passing the stalls of bakers, leatherworkers, brewers, armorers, tailors and many many more. You also note that you are not the only one being attracted to the sounds of clashing swords and loud spectators. Finally, you round a large blacksmith's stall and see what all the fuss is about. In front of you, through a sea of excited spectators, is three men fighting. Yes three, it would appear that two scrawny dagger-wielders have challenge a large brute of a man, wielding a powerful greatclub, but quite contrary to what one would think...the brute is winning!

You now hear the name that they have been calling..."Bear! Bear! Bear!" and you dont think they are cheering the two small men on, also, the big brute does look a little like a big lumbering bear.

[Hesketh]

Tarian moved through the sea of spectators to get a better look at the fighters. I looked around the crowd to see anything that wasn't normal was around s the fight was going on. Tarian asked someone besides him "who is this big man who seems to be named bear" Tarian moved slitely as one of the dagger weilders landed near him but got back up.

Tarian turned back to the fight with one hand on his greatsword *he seems to be handleing himself* and was itching for a fight and called out to bear "It seems you winning the fight my friend, well it does seem you can beat these two weaklings easly" Tarian smiled.

[brekkers]

As you speak, Bear turns his head slightly in your direction, saying, "stand back, lad, or they will hurt you, they may not seem like much, but they are deadly!"

With those words, Bear leaves himself weak, taking a dangerous cut across the chest. He makes a deep noise that seem very much like the sound a bear would make in the very same condition. His eyes turn red and within seconds, the great man lunges forward, trying to knock the dagger wielders on their backs, but unsuccessfully. The battle seem to have turned, and the two dagger wielders smile to each other, "So, Kalack, your time is up!"

They start to flank him, making the big bear swing his head back and forth between his enemies, "Argh, you just come get...what you deserve!"

The crowd is cheering them on even more than before, even a few city watchmen can be seen amongst the spectators.

[Hesketh]

Tarian sees bear in trouble "Bear looks like you need help" without thinking Tarian draws his greatsword and charges to the nearest attacker "Die you worthless scum!" a few in the crowd shake there heads.

(ooc: playing to my character :))

[brekkers]

As soon as Tarian enters the circle, the two dagger wielders throw themselves away, seeing their advantage taken away from them. One of them sneers at you, saying, "Get out of here, wolf, you can eat the corpse when we are done with it!"

Kalack, the name the dagger wielders gave the bear of a man, lunges forward, striking one of the unwary daggermen in the head. Its a bone crunching blow, that leaves the man weak on the ground, moaning.

Kalack's eyes are still red as he turns towards the last man, laughing, "So, two for two, that seems like a fair fight to me!"

[Zombie-slag]

Odell walks upon the scene, rustling through the gathered crowd to get a good view of the fight, all the while doing his best to pick pockets of small objects and coin purses.

[skill check Sleight of hand (1d20 3=15) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1620716/) ]

[brekkers]

Its not that easy to get real close to the fight, but that just means that there are plenty of victims surrounding you, Odell, however, your hands does not find any easy victims. A few spectators look around, but luckily, does not spot you.

Through the crowd, you spot a large man, young and wielding a greatsword, he is standing inside the circle, where the fighting is going on. Young as he is, he seems a little out of his element, though he carries the greatsword like a true warrior. Then someone in front of you draws twin daggers, as if he intends to wield them, but hidden to those inside the circle, in front of him. You see them clearly, and then you realise something, this slender elf intends to disrupt the fight by taking out the young warrior from behind!

[Zombie-slag]

I pull my dagger out of its sheath and step behind the elf, aiming squarely for the base of his skull to sever the spinal cord.

Sense Motive (1d20+1=20) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1621670/)

move silently (1d20+4=19) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1621667/)

[OOC: what else should I roll?]

[Hesketh]

Tarian looked at guy that was moaning on the ground "yes it seems a far fight for sure Kalack". Tarian looked back up but keept a eye the guy moaning on the ground and sees Kalack facing the other dagger weilder. Tarian then moved around to face the weilder. "Kalack since you can handle him i protect your back".

(OOC: do i need to post any combat)

[brekkers]

Odell.

Moving silently through the crowd, gives the other guy a slight advantage, being closer to his victim than you, and just before you strike him from behind, he lands a blow on his victim. The blow, however, does not penetrate the armor of the young man, who is now aware of the other ones presence.

[OOC: Make an attack roll, and possibly a damage roll, also roll initiative]

Tarian.

You were speaking with Kalack, concentrating on the battle going on in front of you, but suddenly you feel a strike from behind, that luckily, does not penetrate your armor. Turning around, you see an elf wielding twin daggers, he has a look of hate on his face, but while he attacks you, the hate seem meant for Kalack.

[OOC: Roll initiative!]

[Hesketh]

Tarian sees the hate in the elf but it seems it is not directly at him. Tarian get his sword at the ready for the next attack on him. "It seems you missed Elf i'm never going to give you another chance!"

(OCC: Roll
1d20+2=20 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1623855/) )

[Zombie-slag]

Staying silent, I try to give the surpised combantant (Tarian) and myself an advantage.

[OOC:rolls= Initiative (1d20 7=21) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1624582/) attack (1d20-1=11) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1624586/) Damage (1d3-1=1) ]
(http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1624588/)

[brekkers]

You enter the fray of the battle, Odell, but while the elf has not detected your presence, your attack misses. The elf is still unaware of your presence, focused on the young man.

[OOC: The battle starts, order of initiative is as follows, Odell, Tarian, Elf, Dagger Wielders and Kalack. Currently, Kalack is engaged in battle with one of the dagger wielders, the other is lying prone on the ground. Tarian and Odell flanks the elf with the twin daggers.]

[Hesketh]

Tarian moved as a seasoned Fighter useing his sword as if he knew it by birth. Tarian blocked out everything else and all he could see was the Elf in front of him he took a step forward and with one move brought his sword down.

(OOC: 1d20+4=22 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1625075/), 1d20=8 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1625080/), 2d6+4=10 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1625083/))

[Zombie-slag]

Odell throws his Bolas at the elfs feet, trying to disable him and leave him prone for the fighter's attack.

[OOC: Bolas throw, dex+3, str-1=1d20+2 (1d20 2=21) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1625370/) ]

[brekkers]

You throw your bolas, Odell, and strikes true. The elf is surprised and falls his full length, but succeeds in catching the ground before slamming his face down into the cobbled stone.

Tarian sees this move, and takes advantage. His weapon strikes true, catching the elf in his back. Blood splatter onto the cobbled stones, and the elf makes a surprised scream. The battle has not favored him, and while falling, he even lost one of his twin daggers.

The two dagger wielders get to their feet and start circling Karlack, taking advantage of being 2 against one. One of the daggers fly wide, missing its target, but the other manages to grace the giant man, who just seem to shrug off the damage.

[OOC: I would appreciate a bit more detail on what those numbers actually mean ;) ]

[Zombie-slag]

Grinning maniacally, and giggling slightly, I walk to the elf, picking up the dagger that was dropped. I look at the warrior who struck the killing blow and laugh,

"It seemed as though you could use some help there, I do hope you aren't upset. It seems that your friend would also benefit from my bolas and your sword (I point to the large warrior fighting the two dagger wielders), shall we jump in the fray?"

I try to stick the elves own dagger in the base of his skull, to get the target I originally aimed for.

[OOC: the numbers are just the modifiers, I had to look it up to see what to roll for the bolas. Its d20 plus your str and dex mods, mine are str-1, dex+3, for a result of a +2 mod on thrown weapons]

[brekkers]

Tarian looks confused to the elf at his feet, then looks up at you Odell and says, "Who are you? and more importantly...who is he!?"

The elf is merely prone, and when you try to stick the dagger to his skull, he nimble dodges around, rolling to his feet. "Trying to kill me with my own dagger, clever one?" His dagger dances in his hands, showing some skill with it.

But before the battle can continue any further, Kalack's voice booms over that of the crowd, "Stop! This battle is over! Here's your filthy blood money, you've earned them! Just dont go around saying that you've beaten Kalack Bearheart, because you didn't!" The big man throws down a small pouch, that cracks open, spilling silvers to the cobblestones.

With those simple words, the big man turns around, pushing some of the spectators out of the way. You both notice his facial expression, and while he sounded angry, his face is quite expressionless.

[OOC: Just NPC'ing Tarian for a short while, Hesketh, hope thats ok?]

[Hesketh]

(OOC: I just came here to post all well)

[Hesketh]

Tarian was prone ready for the elf to attack again but the booming voice of Kalack Bearheart stoped the elfs in there tracks looking at the coins. Tarian relaxed and was disapointed he was looking for a fight so he putted his sword away looked at Odell again "I say again who are you?" then pointed at the elf "Who is he?". But then Tarian remembed something *Kalack would know about that fighter*, Tarian waited a little longer and ran after Kalack and stoped right in front of him "Would you beable to tell me something i'm looking for Calatar the Fast would you know were he would be" Tarian waited for a anwser.

[brekkers]

As you stand in front of him, Kalack gives you a look of approval, then says, "You fought well, young warrior, I appreciate the help. What was that name again? Calatar...calatar...yes, I've heard that name before, but not here!" Kalack seems to be thinking heavily, then burst out in hearty laughter.

"Hah! The Fast? Is that what he calls himself? Well, well, something must have changed then! Last I saw this Calatar fellow, was in a small town up north, about a year ago, he was blue in the face, I tell you! Didn't like the cold much! Hah! He gave me a good fight, though, and his gold paid for the ale that whole week!"

Kalack shakes his head in wonder, then says, "You looking for him, eh? I'll give you a good piece of advice, when you fight him, watch his legs, they'll tell you his next move!"

[Zombie-slag]

I listen to the bear of a man while keeping both eyes keen on the would be assassin elf.

"Ah, sounds like a voice of reason that one. So elf, would you like to dance again, or would you like your dagger back?"

I hold the dagger out handle first and raise one eyebrow.

"It makes no difference to me, as I have an appointment with an attractive halfling."

[brekkers]

The elf grins, then says, "Sure, I'll have my dagger back, afterall the fight is over, and we've been paid as winners." The elf takes the dagger, then sheathes it, turning his back on you. The other dagger wielders have begun picking up the silvers, and from the look of it, they must really need it. The elf just watches.

Behind you, where Kalack exited the circle, you hear a booming laughter.

[Zombie-slag]

I turn an follow Kalack.

"Hail Big Guy! What was all that ruckus about?"

[Hesketh]

Tarian Grins from ear to ear as he hears Kalack thanked him for the help. Tarian had a amusing look on his face when Kalack laughed when he asked him about Calatar. "Last time i heard is that Calatar headed this way towards this city named crown".

Tarian looked shocked "you fought him in a fight and won!", Tarian thought of something else to say "Yes i heard he does call himself the fast". Tarian took that in when he does confront him in a fight he be watching Calatar legs "Yes i am looking for him becasue its this sword he has some romours say it brings down lighting and it is magic, I good weapon to have plus it has dragon markings on it same with my ring". Tarian thought for a second if he said to much then dismissed the thought. "a good prize to have to win in a fight i'd say".

Tarian heard Odell call out about the elfs we just fought and looked to see him come running over.

[brekkers]

Kalack watches you Tarian, as you speak, then says, "hmm, a magical sword...of lightning? He didn't carry such a blade when last I met him, but he could have picked up one of those somewhere, I guess, aint that difficult. Hmm, if he is here, carrying a blade as you just described, I guess you'll hear about him soon!"

When Odell calls out, the big bear of a man turns around to see what is happening. He eyes you carefully, then says, "Not much, I had hoped for a clean fight, but guess those three had different plans. I am not looking for enemies, I'd rather pay them what they came for."

[brekkers]

[OOC: Also, you should both note 250xp on your sheets.]

[Zombie-slag]

"Well, it only goes to show you, never trust a dagger wielder!" I say as I fiddle with my own dagger, grinning.

With a big slap on the back of Kalack and Tarian I exclaim:

"What say we get a drink? All this fighting and backstabbing is making me thirsty! I know of just the place, and all I ask in return is that you two answer my questions and settle my curiosity. I'm Odell, I've caught that you are Kalack Bearheart, a fitting name. Whoooooo are yooooou?" (nods and points at Tarian)

[Hesketh]

"I guess so Kalack", As Odell slaped him on the back "Watch my bow there it belonged to my sister". Tarian gave the fellow a look, His got to be a thief the way he is dressed. "Well my name is Tarian Sunsoar i'm here to find out were this fighter Calatar is also going to see if i can find anything about my mother". Tarian Kept looking at him "If i find out you stole anything from me you will pay by the way who are you?".

Tarian made sure the ring was safe and it was still there hidden from priying eyes and anyone who wanted to steal his mothers ring.

[Zombie-slag]

"As I said friend, I am called Odell. In all truth I would not steal from you, not after seeing you in battle, and definitely not before you've had a few too many pints!"

I laugh loudly and grin at Bear "A bit skiddish this one is eh Bearheart? Ah well, you'll just have to count your coins before we part. Well it is agreed then, follow me!"

I lead the way back to Belka's stand, hoping she is still there.

[Hesketh]

Tarian thought he was serous and wasn't going to drink any ale. But then Odell laughed and Tarian just shooked his head and smiled a little. "Sure i follow you i always can find out later Odell". Tarian follow Odell scratching his head were is he going.

[brekkers]

Kalack watched your bantering with a smile on his lip and a deep laugh in his belly, but when it was agreed that you would all go to this vendor named Belka Stumblefoot, he merely nodded and said, "Hmm, a drink sound like something I could need...especially after such a fight! Odell, eh? and Tarian? Well, good names indeed, even if I haven't heard them before, I am Kalack Bearheart."

It doesn't take you that long to reach the small shop of Belka's, and luckily, she is still there, but then again, not much time has passed, really. A few locals, and a halfling traveller, is drinking by her stand, but she notices you easily, Odell and gives you a broad and warm smile.

[Hesketh]

Tarian walked slowly behind Odell taking all things in, Then he saw Belka and eyes almost poped out and she was looking at Odell with a beaming smile Tarian frowned. "Hello my name is Tarian" and sat next to the halfling traveller.

[Zombie-slag]

"Ah, it seems we are not too late! Tarian, Bear, this is the exceedingly lovely Belka Stumblefoot. Belka, these are two new friends of mine, Tarian the Bold and Kalack the Wise, also known as Bear. Would it trouble you to pour us a bit of your wonderful Ashiraa?"

I turn to Bear and Tarian and say rather loudly:

"Ashiraa, "the red drink that makes you smile", but I do believe its the maiden that provides the liquid that is the real source of smiles at this stand."

Sitting down, I wait for Belka to finish what she is doing, making sure to catch her eye as often as possible, and return her glances with smiles and winks.

[brekkers]

In that moment it is certainly you, Odell, that makes Belka smile, and blush. She nods eagerly, then says, "I am glad that you returned so soon, Odell, and yes, let me pour you and your friends a glass of Ashiraa." The others at the stand looks over at you, then raises their glasses in a toast, looking especially at Kalack.

She hands each of you a glass, then continues, "What wonderful names all of you have, may I ask why they call you the Bold, Tarian?"

Kalack merely grumbles, but takes the glass with a small smile.

[Zombie-slag]

Speaking for Tarian I reply "Oh thats new to him my dear. After seeing him jump into the fray against two dagger wielders with Bear, and then again with an elf who was trying to strike him from behind, and i daresay perhaps saving myself and Bear in each instance, that Bold is part of his very nature, and most definitely his combat style. So here here to Tarian the Bold!"

I raise a toast to tarian.

[Hesketh]

Tarian made a heartly laugh as his cup cling's Odell and drank from it, more like gulped it down hasn't had a drink all day. *Tarian the bold i like it* "Well i'm always like that never pulls away from a fight sticking it out until the end". Tarian laughs again and asks for another drink.

Tarian looked at Belka "Well I can tell you why i am called the bold also young sweet lass even tho i am young it's just i'm natural with a sword even when i was at a younger age my dad did say once i would become someone one day like my mother who i do not know about".

[brekkers]

Belka listened to the exploits of the three that had come to her stand for a drink of the wonderful Ashiraa, and clearly liked what she was hearing. When Tarian asked for another drink, the halfling gave him one, and a kind smile, "Another drink for Tarian the Bold! I am very glad that you saved my...friend here," she looks at Odell with wonder in her eyes, then continues, "and if you want to drink all my Ashiraa, I wouldn't mind it one bit!"

"I dont know much about swords and fights, though I have certainly seen a few in my time, wouldn't be a trueborn of Crown if I hadn't, but tell me, where are you going? You certainly look like adventurers and our fair city do love those!"

[Hesketh]

Tarian lifted his left eyebrow as he saw the way Belka looked at Odell. *Rogue indeed* Tarian gave a little smirk to himself "Your welcome Belka I was on the road not that long ago and i am thirsty". Tarian Held up his drink to thank her. "Well Belka i'm just out for a adventure plus looking for this Fighter named Calatar the fast he calls himself"

Tarian took a sip of his drink "I'd say i'm not ready for him yet for what i have heard about him and this sword he has which i would like to get if i beat him". Tarian then took a long drink of Ashiraa and looked around abit then looked back at Belka. "Also i'm looking for information about who was my mother i just don't really know her just that this ring i have of hers is well lets just say no common folk would have that kind of ring". Tarian reached into his clothes and took out his family ring and showed it to her. "What do you think would you know anything about it and it feels strange". Tarian told his mothers name Lyian and what was on the ring giveing her a good look Tarian put the ring back to were he could keep it for safe keeping and smiled showing dimbles.

[brekkers]

For a moment, Belka took her eyes away from Odell, listening intently to your tale, then says, "You don't know your own mother? I am sorry to hear that," she looks at the ring, eyeing it carefully, then continues, "I'm sorry, Tarian, I don't know much about rings. Perhaps you could find a jeweler inside...I believe one is located not far from here, in the Old Temple Ward. Hmm, lets see if not I can remember his name...Garvas, no thats not it...Gaervel, yes thats it..Gaervel. My cousin works for him, a bit of an excentric, but he might recognize this ring of yours."

[Hesketh]

Tarian looked abit sad not knowing his mother but was willing to find out what this ring is and were it came from. Tarian smiled his young charming smile "Thats ok thanks anyway, so his name is Gaervel i might just go and see him in the Old Temple Ward later on or tomorrow". Tarian Drank more of his drink.

[Zombie-slag]

"Ah! The old temple ward! That is where I am heading as well!" I exclaim, just realizing that is where the robed figure told me to go.

"There is a man there, Eskellan Dorus, that I must deliver a message to. Belka, have you heard that name before? Or you Bear?"

I finish off my cup and flip it over, putting payment for all of our drinks under it as I do.

Turning to Tarian and say:
"I propose that we go to this ward in unison, as we are both heading there, and it has been shown already that we cover each others back fairly well. How do you say?"

Reaching over and taking Belka's hand in my own I say nothing, simply start kissing the back of her hand and each of her fingers.

Sleight of Hand (Hiding payment under cup) (1d20+3=18) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1651114/)

[brekkers]

Bear shakes his big head, saying, "No, never heard that name before, but then again, I hear a lot of names and only remember a few! I'm going inside as well, to the Rowdy Goblin for some black ale and a talk with an old friend of mine. Come to think of it, my friend may have heard that name of yours...unlike me, he is good with names!"

Bear nods to Belka, as if saying thanks for the drink, then turns around and heads for the main road leading up to the gate. He looks behind him, then rumbles, "You two coming?!"

Belka seems oblivious to most of the things going on here, absorbed in your lovely kisses, just as you planned it. The only things that escapes her lips, is an "Oh my, Odell!" Your name seem almost musical when the halfling says it.

[Zombie-slag]

"Well it seems we are to part again my dear" I say to Belka "I will return, when my task is complete. In the meantime, have something to remember me by"

I enter the stand, take hold of the halfling and give her the most passionate kiss she's ever experienced. then pinch her bottom and follow bear towards the main road.

"Hey Tarian! Come on!" I call over my shoulder, giving Belka one last wink before continuing on after Bear.

[brekkers]

The kiss seem to have the effect you were going for, and while you follow Bear towards Crown, you spot Belka eyeing you as long as she possible can.

When you finally reach Bear, he looks over at you, then laughs heartily, saying, "a halfling?" For some reason, the big man finds your fascination with a halfling amusing.

The gate looms ahead of you, and if you had the eyes of an eagle, you could spot a small group of three men walking through it in this very moment, full of anticipation of what the future might bring them.

[Zombie-slag]

"Well I usually prefer the Half-Elf types, but something about that one caught my fancy. Plus she makes a mean brew as you have sampled yourself, Bear."

Looking around I say to Bear "Should we wait for Tarian? He seems to be dawdling and falling behind."

[brekkers]

"I'm sure the young warrior will catch up, he did seem to have good strong legs on him, and he knows where we are going." The two of you soon stand in front of the mighty gate and can see the living city inside. A few guards, among them a female elf, stand to the right talking in soft voices, but lots of people just pass through, as if accepted by the city. Bear does not halt his stride but continue to enter the city. You remember the figurine.

[Zombie-slag]

I stay in stride with Bear, not pausing at the gate.

[brekkers]

You pass beneath the gate, Odell, coming real close to the guards. While talking to each other, they still find the time to look at every man or woman that passes into the city. You especially feel the eyes of the elf upon you.

[OOC: Make a Bluff check, the way you describe your actions (or possibly lack thereof) may offer a penalty or bonus to your check.]

[Hesketh]

Tarian looked were Odell went too *oh crap there leaveing*. Tarian thanked Belka but she was not paying anything towards him so Tarian shrugged. "Wait for me guys!" Tarian ran after them to catch up.

[Zombie-slag]

Walking through the gate I simply mimic Bear's actions, Glancing around, acting like I belong in the city.

As I attempt to pass through the gate I say to Bear

"I say we make Tarian pay for drinks once we get to the Goblin, "He who falls behind, Pays for the wine!" my Father always said."

Laughing I turn my head looking for Tarian:

"Hear that Tarian? I hope you brought your fancy coinpurse, I have a feeling Bear and I might drink you penniless!"

[OOC: Bluff (1d20-1=2) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1653531/) ]

[brekkers]

"Thats not a bad idea!" Bear is still a few steps ahead of you. "He better have a real heavy pouch, because I am real thirsty! Hah!"

The elf eyes you suspeciously, and you get the feeling that you might have done something entirely wrong. You didn't really notice it, but your eyes have been flickering, going from Bear to the elf, and so forth. You also feel the sweat in your palms.

"You there, please stop." The elf is trying to intercept you, Odell, but she doesn't seem aggressive, nor has her hand strayed to her weapon yet. You may still solve this situation. The other guards stand in the back, but eyes the three of you from time to time.

Bear looks around to see what is happening, but obviously the woman is not interested in him.

Tarian:
You hear Odell call out for you, but its difficult to hear exactly what he is saying. When you are almost at the gate, you see an elven Watchman hailing your newfound friend.

[Zombie-slag]

I turn around and look for Tarian, Yelling

"Hurry up Tarian! You're wasting valuable drinking time! How are we supposed to find you a woman if you dawdle so much?" I give a hearty laugh. Noticing the elf I turn to the her.

"I'm sorry my dear, were you hailing me?"

[brekkers]

The elf is now standing in front of you, a very beautiful elven warrior indeed, with long golden hair and sparkling jewelery to decorate her neck and fingers. "Indeed, I was. Is this your first visit to our fair city?"

[OOC: Feel free to make a new bluff check, or perhaps a Diplomacy check, or you can just play along, see where this ends, you may not have anything to worry about :) ]

[Zombie-slag]

I respond to the Elf

"It is! I have been quite impressed so far with the stands along the wall. I even met a wonderfully nice halfling named Belka. How long have you been a guard here?"

[brekkers]

The elf smiles, though you can easily see that its half-hearted, not at all what it could be, what you would expect it to be. "Thats good to hear. Are you visiting friends or family, or perhaps here to make a name for yourself? Crown does attract a lot of people for whom fame is...attractive, desireable." She nimbly dodges your question, having an agenda of her own.

[Hesketh]

Tarian got closer and was eyeing off the beautiful looking female elf. "Odell did you say something about women and ale" Tarian looked at the elf up and down "hmmm your a good looking elf i say". Tarian winks ar her.

[Zombie-slag]

I put my hand over my face and roll my eyes at Tarian.

"Yes Tarian, I did say something about women and ale. You'll be paying for the second, and at this pace, having no luck with the first." I laugh and give Tarian a playful jab in the arm.

Turning to the Elf I say

"I'm sorry miss, while speaking the truth, my tactless friend here meant to say "Hello, my name is Tarian, and what might a beauty like you be called?". But you can see he is a little less subtle than myself."

"Now then, to answer your question, I came to Crown to find entertainment. I abhor boredom in all its forms, so I travel the lands to seek satisfaction and become a well rounded person. I had heard that Crown was an amazing city and wanted to see it for myself. You might call me a "tourist", though I think thats a derogatory term to most. I have no desire to be known by the masses, only to live a life of enjoyable pastimes and productive activity."

"Are you a native of the City? Perhaps you can show us around when your shift is over? I'm sure my friend here would like that, and I wouldn't mind some conversation myself. Just a word of caution though, I am not a man of means, so while I would love to treat you to a meal and a chat, it would be modest."

[brekkers]

The elf's smile finally seem genuine. "You have quite the tongue on you, and friends to match. I hope you find what you seek in our fair city, even if you are just a... tourist." She taste the word in her mouth, but doesn't quite find it to her liking.

Bear has stopped a few feet away, looking back at the conversation, but hasn't found it necessary to join in and "aid" you against this Watchman, perhaps because he really doesn't know what is actually going on. He merely shakes his head at some of your statements and flattering words, muttering something to himself.

"Welcome to Crown," she looks around, nodding to you as well, Tarian. "For a hearty meal and perhaps a pint of ale, I'd seek out the King's Boot north of here, I am sure you'll find it to your liking. Its certainly a place favored by...bards."

She has moved slightly to the left, revealing a clear path into the city.

[Zombie-slag]

"Thank you for the welcome, We'll be sure to stop by the Kings Boot and let them know they are recommended by Crown's finest! That is of course if Tarian here has any coin left after we stop at Bear's watering hole hahaha! Well, I must say it has been a pleasure to meet you, and if you ever find yourself in need of anything, I would be more than happy to lend a hand to the best of my ability."

Turning to Tarian I say:

"Shall we Tarian? I think Bear is getting impatient with us."

[Hesketh]

Tarian was still stareing at the elf "hmm, what, oh yeah sounds good Odell tomorrow a might have a few things to do tho". Tarian checks his coins "Yeah i might jsut have a few for a meal and drink for myself that is." Tarian smiled at the elf "i didn't catch your name such a beautiful lass such as you are" Tarian winked again. "Also would u like to share a meal".

Then Tarian looked towards were bear was "Oh yeah he doesn't seem to be happy good point Odell lets go then". Tarian looked back at the elf "Catch you later" and smiled.

[Zombie-slag]

I follow Bear into Crown.

[Hesketh]

Tarian sees Odell following Bear into town, Looks back one more time "Have dinner with me some time!". Tarian then went after Odell following Bear.