The Tipsy Dragon Pub (Free form RP) pt2
 

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Kal raised his hand so the back was pointing out. A single ring was standing out. "I was engaged once. Then the high sorceress took her as a sacrifice to increase the realm's protection, and said I shouldn't be fondling local peasents." His jaw line stood out a bit, and without twitching more than 5 muscles he had become very very angry, and it was quite apparent.

Just then the door to the tavern banged open and just as quickly slammed shut again, as a dark silhouette dashed into the room.

As the shape came into the light, it resolved itself into a tall cloaked figure. The cloak was removed and hung on a peg by the door, to reveal a tall female mercenary, who immediately threw herself bonelessly onto one of the bar stools.

"Hey Joachim, " she greeted the bartender, "can I get the usual, mate?"

She looked distractedly towards the door, "Man, I don't know what happened, but there's a majorly violent mob forming out there, and they seem to be lookin' for people in cloaks. I almost didn't make it here!"

OOC: Joachim is the bartender. Jad said i could name him. Muaha.

"Oh not again." The bartender said. He reached under the bar and pulled out a Crossbow. "I hate the locals some time."

The halfling/drow started to fidget. "Um, if they ask for anyone by the name Taelegor, tell them he went on a walk."

"So i'm going to guess you're Taelegor, and who they happen to be looking for?"

The noise of a forming mob came through the door, but suddenly they heard yelling and angry shouting, followed by the sounds of fighting. Soon another figure in a black cloak came through, waving a wooden walking stick at the mob and saying, "Stay back you savages, I faced worse odds in the great war of '22, and I didn't have my trusty stick then! Come near me again and you'll learn what I do when I'm mad!" From the voice and anyone that watched, they realized the figure must be very old from the way he used his walking stick like a cane. He could be heard grumbling as he made his way to the bar, and when he got there, he threw off his hood, revealing a head of long white hair with a grizzeled beard and mustache, annoyed brown eyes, and wrinkled face. This man was quite old... and cranky from the sounds of the thrashing he gave the mob.

"Barkeep, can I get a shot of whisky here!" The old man said.

Kal shook his head. "We now have a mercenary, a wanted man, and what looks is soon to be a drunk wizard. Joy."

"You got a problem with mercs, elf-boy?"

"On general terms, no. The only ones that get problems from me are the ones that try to kill me."