”Goddamn fairy has me stuck in these woods! I’m gonna kill it so I can get out of here!” The orc roared as the pixie giggled and taunted him in it’s fey language. She seemed to hide behind Shem’et, thinking the tabaxi woman would defend her against the mean old orc.
”If you know wot’s good fer ya, you’d kill it too! It’s messin wif yer eyes an mind so dat you can’t find yer way outta deez woods until it gets bored wif ya. And my pa taught me dat fey got a messed up idea of wot dey do when dey bored! I ain’t about to let em make soup outta me teeth or live in me skull, so sod off so I can smash da bugger!” The orc raised his oar menacingly, waiting for Shem’et to move so he could crush the pixie with a stroke of his improvised great club.
@ihinka
"Not weird at all I'd say. Never too late to learn. As for any sites to study, the frontier town has largely been unexplored despite how long we've been here. Why in fact I hear there's been a discovery in the mines just today! I don't know what it's about, but perhaps that could interest you. See the foreman, a tall man named Bookie, or even the town mayor himself if you want to learn more." Dormic thought about what else could interest Bookie and raised his finger.
”There’s also this grand old tree a couple miles south of the town. I can’t explain it well but… I believe there are strong magics radiating from the place.”Dormic extended his hand while speaking softly.
#Flame.# A ball of fire as big as Dormic’s hand appeared around his hand, as if engulfing his entire fist, yet it did not hurt him in the slightest. It radiated a soft glow that illuminated their area lightly.
”I mediated and studied under that tree for twenty days and twenty nights, seeing through the aetherium and tapping into the very nature of magic in our world. I’ve only learned this much unfortunately, but I feel that with more time and effort, I can do so much more. Perhaps you too can do the same.”@Kangutso
”Chatty one ain’t ya?” Sips says as he cracks the knuckles in his hands and serves himself a drink. He mulls over the Drow’s questions and answers to the best of his ability.
”Right, you’re a drow after all, most places on the surface don’t take into consideration your sensitivities. Well we have a little place here called Underhaven for those types but well… Let’s just say what happens in Underhaven isn’t our business. I’m not saying it’s dangerous, but don’t be surprised if the guards don’t lift a finger if you got troubles down there. In any case Underhaven is ran by a lady named Lucilia, she can set you up with gear so long as you can pay the price and don’t annoy her. And let me tell you, the latter is the hard part. She doesn’t just work with any blighters who come in with a winning smile and coin in their pocket.” As Sips was talking one of his barmaids left to help a new customer, pointing her in the direction of a trapdoor in the corner of the room. She soon returned to Darunia to speak to him about the mines.
”From what the miners told me, they dug up some sort of crypt. Smells of death and has mummified corpses in coffins. The entire mine has been closed off until further notice. The town mayor would likely know more, or if nothing else, has a plan to deal with the crypt.” Sips nodded. Mine wasn’t really his business but knowing if the town was suddenly going to be attacked by zombies were. And while most of the miners had nothing but rumors and stories, Sips knew better than to just dismiss the crypt as the ruins of an older time. It was never that simple.
As for the registry Sips chuckled.
”The registry mostly for my sake. Helps me remember the names of my patrons, who to pin tabs on, and who I might need to throttle if you shit on the bed or something. Of course only me and Revas over there actually get to see the registry, so it’s not like I just hand it over to whoever asks. And sure, people could use fake names or give no name all the time, just means I’ll make up one for them like ass-hat or bitch-face. Honesty is the best policy you see.” When Darunia asked for a cup of the Dancer and Prancer, the barmaid fetched it while Sips prepared a cup for Darunia.
”We sell this one by the shot. It’s powerful stuff even for an elven wine. Any more than that and I’ll have to haul you to Dormic. Anyways five silvers for the shot.”@The Large Dumbo
When Katherine arrived to the Drunken Dragon, she was greeted by one of the barmaids. When she asked about Inderhaven she seemed surprised at first, but then pointed towards a trapdoor off in the corner of the room. It was dark and blended well into the floor, so well that if you weren’t actively looking for it you could easily miss it.
”That entrance leads to one of the tunnels into Underhaven but well… Just be careful. The townguard can’t help you down there.”Even so, Katherine would continue down the dirt hall. Her eyes would allow her to see in monochrome through the black, dank smelling place, until she’d turn the corner and run into a ghastly sight; at a fork in the road, right at the center appeared to be a young boy pinned to the wall with wooden spikes, blood trickling down his mouth and arms. He only had one wing on his right side, the other wing apparently gone. His eyes were partially opened and he seemed to be dead.
@Pyromania99
And of course the first person Nartur saw was another orc. A gruff looking man, twice her size, with muscles as big as a ham hock and teeth as sharp as knives. Oddly clean as if he brushes a lot. She looked Livia up and down and chuckled.
”Wot, does she owe ya or sumthin? Da boss might be a bit busy considerin she’s workin up a sweat already, but I guess if he wanna go fer a tussle ye can wait in line.” The orc walked away, leading Livia to a little clearer space in the barracks.
The place smelled of sweat and grim, given considering that laborers and working class people lived here, and such roughneck fellows had their own ways to entertain themselves, namely with roughhousing. Bunks have been cleared out for the patrons of the barracks, most of whom were drunk miners, formed a circle around a couple of brawlers. Sure enough standing at the center was Nartur, brawling with another orc of equal statue to the one Livia was speaking to.
Nartur clapped both hands around the orcs head, stunning him for a moment as she pulled his head low right as she drove her knee into his face, breaking off one of his tusks and sending him sprawling onto the floor. Nartur went up to him ready to continue the beating until others pulled the unconscious orc away, causing her to shout at him.
”And that’s why I’m the boss! So next time brush your goddamn teeth or I’ll break every last one of them!” Evidently Nartur was a stickler for dental hygiene. She turned to the others in the crowd and called them out.
”Who else wants a dental appointment?! Free removal right here right now!”@Rune_Alchemist
”B-B-Bloodhawks huh? Y-You should be careful… They hunt around t-t-t-this time.” The young man said as Ethan was heading out to leave. Before he did he asked for some sort of knapsack or backpack, which the young man nodded again and went to the back. He took some time just like before, and soon enough he returned with a rather dusty looking traveler bag. Big enough to fit the sack Ethan was given and seemed serviceable enough.
”It’s um uh…” The boy seemed very confused and uncertain, and so he raised his hand to Ethan and showed three fingers.
”T-T-Three gold?” Seemed more a question than an answer. This kid didn’t actually know how much this backpack costed.
@Searat 
