Blue Boar Inn

Ohio41 · Post by **Ohio41** » Fri Aug 12, 2005 7:23 am

Darwin walked into the Blue Boar Inn with a disgusted look upon his face, his hair a mess. Morin glanced over to him and nodded with a half-smile, obviously taken back by the Dark Knight's appearance.

Walking easily over to a empty chair in the far corner, Darwin signaled a barmaid with a hand gesture and a smile.

"I'll have a Wyvern's Tear....hell...make it two."

Morin eyed the former rogue leader for a few minutes, curious what his real motive for being here in her Establishment was. She approached him with a kind gesture and a light smile.

"Hello there Mr. Po, what brings you'round these parts....can't be those Tear's ya ordered, only lassie 'round here that drinks those is Lady Velvex...but I suppose you already knew that."

Darwin nodded to the Baron's wife, she wasn't an idiot. Darwin stood slowly, bowing to Morin.

"Actually, I am here for a reason, but the Tears I've come to fancy...."

Darwin chuckled in response to Morin's frown.

To be perfectly honest Lady Morin, I am here to ask about a man named Lonestar, a man of the cloth who supposedly leads a misfit band called the Hunters, also suspected in bigger things as well, although I'm not positive.. Might you know where I could find a fella by that name and description...?"

Morin paused for a moment, studying the tone in Darwin's voice.

"Hmmm, I've seen the man 'round often enough, seems like a kind enough guy. He has spent a few nights here but hes a traveler, so I hear. Perhaps you'll have better luck with the Redboots, they seem to have some interest in the man themselves. I have patrons to speak with, do find yourself at home Mr. Po."

With that Morin walked off. Darwin stood up, satisfied with her answer. With a toss of a few coins Darwin made for the exit with his massive Darkblade slung over his shoulder.

Mon-Da-Oth · Post by **Mon-Da-Oth** » Wed Aug 24, 2005 11:44 am

The door to the inn is suddenly kicked open and a hulking figure walks in dripping water and mud over the flooring. As the being walks further into the inn his orcish features are revieled. In his hand is a large but mangled fish which appears to have been almost squeezed in half.

"Mon got fish! Who cook fish for Mon!"

Evelond Formos · Post by **Evelond Formos** » Sun Sep 04, 2005 10:46 am

A shadowy figure enters the boar . . .

Nobody seemed to notice. She had a large sack over her shoulder. Walking through the practically empty boar, for nobody was up at this kind of night, the figure made its way to the basement . . .

A shrill scream is heard coming from under the Boar. . .

Evelond Formos · Post by **Evelond Formos** » Sun Oct 02, 2005 11:16 am

A shadow of a familiar person scurries across the floor of the Boar, and disappears from sight.

DM Farore-sama · Post by **DM Farore-sama** » Thu Nov 10, 2005 8:49 am

Morin clapped her hands delightedly as she reentered the inn from the outside. "The harvest came in! And what a collection it is!"

The innkeeper was immediately followed by carts of food. People stared in awe at the sheer number of vegetables and slaughtered meats that rolled in on small carts. Following behind, came nearly two dozen large kegs of the various wines and liquids they dispensed.

"Half off today for the food, and free wine all around!" Morin laughed to thunderous applause.

Mon-Da-Oth · Post by **Mon-Da-Oth** » Thu Nov 10, 2005 4:31 pm

Mon stood near the pond tending his "fishes" when he heard the commotion coming from the nearby inn. Grabbing his hammer he rushed into the inn forgetting to undo the latch on the door first.

Splinters of wood burst into the inn as the door fell inwards and landed with a bang.

Those near the door co warded reflexively and the redboots pulled their swords expecting a fight. A sudden hush filled the inn as all eyes turn towards Mon standing in the doorway with his hammer gripped tightly in his hand.

The redboots re-sheathed their swords and the other patrons pulled themselves back into their seats. The hush turned into a low moan when all recognized Mon da Oth.

"Not you again!" The chef could be heard crying from the back of the inn.

Vahene · Post by **Vahene** » Thu Nov 10, 2005 7:12 pm

Feet propped up, a dark brunette simply smirks and shakes her head at the commotion. She enjoys her 'free' wine and takes another look at the razor sharp two bladed sword leaning against the wall beside her. Sipping her glass of wine, she looks about the room carefully with the eyes of a seasoned, and very cautious warrior.

-V

whiteguyinblues · Post by **whiteguyinblues** » Fri Nov 11, 2005 6:06 pm

On the other side of the room an argument is starting.

I'll s..shhooow....*hiccup*.........you ya biggun!

Lee climbs on top of the table. He knocks over drinks and food as he tries to get to his feet. It's unclear why he is climbing onto the table, but the result is very clear. The patrons sitting at the table stand up, and one pulls a short sword. At the same time, the table flips and Lee crashes to the ground. Lying on the ground, unconscious, the men gather round the 'ling. It's obvious Lee is about to receive a beating.

Vahene · Post by **Vahene** » Fri Nov 11, 2005 7:20 pm

Vellin sets her wine down and closes her eyes for a very brief second. Opening them she mutters under her breath, "This is going to totally ruin my reputation." She grabs her two-bladed sword and heads towards Lee, banging it against the floor to get the attention of the men around the halfling.

"Gentlemen! The drinks are free, there's no need to persue other means of entertainment, now is there?" Vellin's voice was so icy it could have frosted over a small dragon. "If you so wish to be rowdy, might I be the one to remind you the jail is sitting right outside that door?" She points with her two-bladed sword, her grip showing one who is used to holding such a large and dangerous weapon.

-V

Evelond Formos · Post by **Evelond Formos** » Fri Nov 11, 2005 8:39 pm

A magely elf chooses that moment to walk into the Blue Boar. The gold on his sky-blue robes reflect brightly from the lights, and he walks a little farther in, walking slowly and cautiosly, even though his face shows no hint of fear. As he walks closer, he is revealed to be not a mage, but a priest. On the gold are several symbols that indicate equal respect to gods such as Anu, Utu, Enlil, and so on . . . mainly gods of the good or nuetral nature. His face is smooth with no wrinkles. He walks in, and it is clear he does not own any weapons.

He looks at Vellin, who is gripping her double-bladed sword with expertise, and then to Lee, who is sprawled drunken on the floor. He wears an amused expression.

He does not speak for several moments. He just stares and blinks. Finally he takes some parchment from his pack and reads from it. Then he recites something in another tongue. The parchment bursts into blue flames, and he lets the ashes land in his hand. Then, surprisingly, he dumps the ashes in his mouth, and swallows.

Then he stares blankly, almost absentmindedly, Lee and Vellin, supposedly waiting for something to happen.

Mon-Da-Oth · Post by **Mon-Da-Oth** » Sat Nov 12, 2005 11:48 am

Mon had been happily drinking for his barrel of wine enjoying the music and happily enough that no one really seemed to mind him being there this time.

The happiness was interrupted however when he noticed several men attacking Lee.

His thoughts raced back to his time growing up in his clan.

"Foul cursed one!" Drongus's fist slammed into the side of Mon's head causing his eyes to roll back into his head.

Mon next felt the air rush out of his lungs as Letman kicked him hard in the stomach dropping him to the ground. The kick was swiftly followed by another punch to the back of his head by Drongus.

Mon groaned but could not speak. He tried desperately to drag some air back into his lungs. He huffed through his mouth as his nose and been broken by one of the older boys just a few minutes ago and he could no longer breath through that.

"They should have laid you on the stones to die. You killed your own mother." Mon wasn't sure who spoke those words but it didn't matter as he had heard them spoke to him almost every day of his life as far back as he could remember.

Tears welled up in his swollen eyes and he could feel a frustrated rage building in him. Giving a primal scream he shoved himself back to his knees and swung out a fist which caught Drongus in the thigh knocking the older boy to the ground.

Letman took advantage of Mon's kneeling position and kicked him fiercely in the face.

Mon rocked back feeling the bones of his face crush with the blow.

"The bastard stabbed with his his tusk!" Letman screamed holding his calf as blood seeped down his pant leg. Apparently with the last kick he had managed to kick one of Mon's large boar like tusks which had speared through the boys leg.

Blackness swarmed in Mon's head as he struggled to prevent from passing out. He soon heard a loud thud and Letmans curses stopped suddenly.

Peering up through a swollen eye Mon could see Shaman leaning over an unconscious Letman while holding Drongus prone with the end of his staff. The old shaman glared at the two boys with the one good eye he still had.

Drongus turned white under the shamans stare and quickly backed away from the old man dragging Letman with him.

Shaman turned towards Mon and reached down with a skinny bony hand and grabbed Mon by the front of his blood stained shirt. The shaman easily lifted the young Mon to his feet.

He stared at Mon for a few seconds before muttering angerly in his stroke impaired speech. "Mon da Oth!"

Mon thoughts returned to the situation at hand and he stood up suddenly screaming in rage.

He threw the wine barrel which crashed to the floor splashing those around with the red wine and shattering the barrel.

Mon drunkenly staggered towards the men preparing to beat Lee into the ground.

He noticed Velin stand with her two bladed sword but it appeared to him that she might be coming to help the small ling. He also spotted a Elf who had just entered the Inn.

Staggering into the circle of men surrounding Lee, Mon bellowed at the closest one. "Bring it on! You can't take me! Mon not let you all beat on just one man!"

Mon's face was red with anger and his veins bulged out around his neck and across his forearms as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

whiteguyinblues · Post by **whiteguyinblues** » Sat Nov 12, 2005 2:52 pm

As the men gathered round Lee, They soon noticed he had some larger friends in the Boar. The most frightening of these friends was a large Half-orc that towered over the three men. Then a woman holding a two-bladed sword stepped in between the men and the 'ling. It was not long before the swords disappeared and the men hurried towards the door. As they ran for the door Lee was getting to his feet, but not without help from a few friends. He looked up just as the men left the boar. Shaking his fist, he said,

Thasss rite! An ye' come in ere again....an I .....I...I will beat me like the lasss........time........*burp*

Suddenly, Lee's eyes rolled into the back of his head and once again he crashed to the floor.

Vahene · Post by **Vahene** » Sat Nov 12, 2005 4:38 pm

Making sure the men were gone, Vellin took one last look around before grabbing a spare mug of untouched wine from a nearby table. She then headed back to her corner, propped up her feet, and ignored the drunken, passed out halfling on the floor. Drinking deeply, the blade mistress set her two-bladed sword carefully against the wall once again, simply shaking her head.

-V

Mon-Da-Oth · Post by **Mon-Da-Oth** » Sat Nov 12, 2005 6:14 pm

"Yeah!" Mon taunted the men as they quickly made their way out of the inn.

Looking down Mon saw that Lee had collapsed to the ground. Looking around he saw that everyone else had returned to their seats and not sure quite what to do next he shrugged his shoulders and reached down grabbing Lee by the back of his collar and lifting him off the floor.

On his way back to his seat Mon grabbed another barrel of wine with his free arm and tossed Lee on the the table near his seat. Using his fist Mon bashed the top of the barrel in and returned to happily chugging down his wine.

Evelond Formos · Post by **Evelond Formos** » Sun Nov 13, 2005 4:56 pm

The elf, completely uninjured and in the same posture he was in before, seemed frankly amused. His brows were half-raised, and he looked to Mon, impressed. He took a table and drank some wine, then closed his head and muttered a few words. He opened his eyes, and scanned the room. He was particularly interested by Mon and Lee, for some reason.

Surprisingly, he took out a bottle of poison, and chugged it down. He fell on the ground, unconcious. But his frozen expression showed signs that he had poisoned himself many times before. His face turned blue, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His eyes bulged, but his expression somehow remained the same.

His face was sky blue now, and neither his pupil or iris could be seen. He stood up. He looked like a zombie who had been ressurected. He stared at all the customers and the staff of the Blue Boar with his blank, bulging eyes.

After a few minutes, his skin regained its regular fleshy colour, his pupils and iris came back into view, and his eyes stopped bulging. Then he shook his head, dissappointed.

He sighed, and sipped his wine again.