The Boar's Head Pub

[VampiricDread]

Well, I thought, I've never been to Northia, and I can use the change of airs, though it's strange that the Gems of EverLasting were hidden around those parts, but an elf is an elf, and questioning their reasonings can take more time than asking an Ent which way is north.

"If you know that, you know also that names carry a magic of their own, my friend", I said to monty. "Even the names we elect to use, or accept upon ourselves, Plebeian King."

With a wink from the corner of my eye, we both laughed. Monty being taller than myself, and stronger, is nevertheless a character of quick humour and a friendly smile, but quite dangerous and effective in a fight.

------------------
I wish I had more time to adventure...

[This message has been edited by VampiricDread (edited 01 June 2001).]

[Argh]

Drearily shaking themselves out of bed, the elven lord and Bargehead slowly tramped down the stairs.

Bargehead was already laden down with gear, and sat heavily at the bar, trading "how to skin a Troll" jokes with Ilfred. The elven lord, wrapped only in a silken smoking-robe, lounged at a table with an enormous glass of orange juice in front of him.

Seeing that the others were preparing themselves for a journey to the Far North, the Elf smiled lazily and said, "Er. . . there's no need for that. . . we'll just take a. . . um. . . yah. . . er. . . oh! A Cloudgate!"

Several members of the gathering band looked at the elven lord with thinly disguised annoyance. Drago was heard muttering, "But what about the cost? Isn't that really expensive?"

The elven lord, doing his best to look cool and collected, simply said "Well, it's all paid for- don't worry about the cost." Bargehead looked incredulous, but the elven lord said, with a sly grin, "Well, we Elves do have some advantages- having lived over 774 years, for example, it's surprising how much interest compounds, if you invest it in Dwarven banks and don't spend much. . ."

[This message has been edited by Argh (edited 01 June 2001).]

[This message has been edited by Argh (edited 01 June 2001).]

[VampiricDread]

"A CloudGate! Where are you going to get one, my lord? It's not that you don't have the funds to put us all using it, from what I can see."

The Dwarf seemed to be on the verge of an hearth attack, fuming like a salamander, or just about any other fire elemental. He was speechless, looking at each one of us for help.

"We are but five, now: your Lordship and your friend Bargehead, plus the Plebeian King, the misterious Drago, and myself. Are we enough of a party to go after the quest you proposed?"


------------------
I wish I had more time to adventure...

[monty]

"Cloudgate, hmm?" Monty shakes his head. "Nope, haven't done that yet."

Monty turns to VampiricDread and says. "True. Names, even ones like you said, have Power. I try not to use my lofty title for anything other than to remind myself that, as far as I have come, I am but a humble man, no better than anyone else. I do not like to hold myself above others. One benefit is that, while I am a little out of place around the high-brows (no offense misseur elf) I find all sorts of friendliness among the masses. My grandparents were streetsweepers and I am comfortable around those who work hard for a living. I always enjoyed helping out my grandparents and I don't ever want to forget my humble roots."

"So, is it time for all the party people to jump on a cloud?!"

**VampiricDred wrote: the dwarf was on the verge of a HEARTH atack!!!!
Haw haw!! ROTF mispelling laugh!!!**

[This message has been edited by monty (edited 02 June 2001).]

[VampiricDread]

quote:

---

Originally posted by monty:
[B**VampiricDred wrote: the dwarf was on the verge of a HEARTH atack!!!!
Haw haw!! ROTF mispelling laugh!!!**
[/b]

---

Clarification: you cannot be 100% perfect, though you may try. There's heart, and hearth, both dear to a Dwarf. I should have ammended the word to heart(h) to get my initial idea conveyed, but thinking is one thing, writing is another. I'm sorry...

[monty]

Quite all right. I do the occasional mistype myself, this one was just funny to me. Like you said, heart and hearth are dear to a dwarf. I was trying to picture a dwarf having a hearth attack!

[monty]

((Back in Character))
Monty says to VampiricDread, "I think we're enough to start this quest. We have an elf, a dwarf and a few humans already. Who knows who or what we'll pick up on the way?"
Monty finishes stashing away little goodies here and there amongst his person. His backpack bulges at the seams, a few of which have torn under the strain. "She'll hold," Monty said, pointing to his pack. "Always has." He opens it up and shifts a few of the contents around. The party see a few odd things pop in and out of the pack, including what looks like a small ball of fur. "Never can tell what you'll need on a trip!"

Drago looks at VampiricDread and Monty.
"What a pair! One of you looks like he's carrying nothing and the other looks like he's carrying everything!"

[VampiricDread]

"I guess we'll never know what we need until we need it", I said. They all looked at me like I was a moron for stating the obvious. I shrugged and added:

"Shall we get going? We're wasting good daylight, or is any of you waiting for someone else to show up?"

------------------
I wish I had more time to adventure...

[monty]

The gathered party leave the dank and dusky confines of the Boar's Head.

[Downunder Tom]

Downunder tom wakes up, thinking that must have been a party and a half Last night.

He gets up quickly brushes him self off and runs after Monty and the group.

When he catches up with them we askes if he can join them, as his thief and tinking skills might be usefull to them



------------------
Wth a little help from my frieds , we can make this the best RPG ever.