Enter Barbarian....Tavern Right

[mOss]

He looks about the Tavern assessing the people at the tables... nodding in respect to those who reek of power as he passes by.  He is wearing only a black kilt, muddy well travelled shoes, some woad dye on his face, and what appears to be a bad attitude.  As he reaches an empty table, he stretches his body then cracks his his knuckles.  He calls out in a pronounced lilting accent...rolling his r's.

"If any of ya be needin my blades...I'll be needin yer coin."

He pulls out an empty mug and looks at it as if considering it.  He shakes it to watch one lonely drop of liquid fall to the table top.

"The mead fund is gettin mighty low," he says mostly to himself.

With that he plops down in a chair... eyes the mug again....and snorts in annoyance.

[Johnie]

A human clad in black approaches the table. He eyes the barbarian up and down for a brief moment a bit inquisitively.

"You look to be a bit of a different than the typical barbarian types that come through here... but not offense. I could kick your ass in a fight any day, tiny..."

".. I'm just messing with you.." he continues as he removes a drinking skin from a cord slung around his shoulders which he sets on the table. The human is grinning as he pulls his mask and hood down to reveal black and white hair which is eloquently disheveled.  He extends a hand to the barbarian in greeting while motioning to the skin.

".. the contents of THAT skin, have been brewed by the Guan Brothers' brewery. I'm personal friends with the owners and you're hard pressed to get their wares in these parts unless you know someone who knows someone.. so what's your name, friend?"

[mOss]

... but not offense. I could kick your ass in a fight any day, tiny...

"None taken," the Barbarian replies making a rude gesture.

".. I'm just messing with you.." he continues as he removes a drinking skin from a cord slung around his shoulders which he sets on the table. The human is grinning as he pulls his mask and hood down to reveal black and white hair which is eloquently disheveled.  He extends a hand to the barbarian in greeting while motioning to the skin.

".. the contents of THAT skin, have been brewed by the Guan Brothers' brewery. I'm personal friends with the owners and you're hard pressed to get their wares in these parts unless you know someone who knows someone.. so what's your name, friend?"

The Barbarian eyes the skin ...then the human...then the skin again.  He seems indecisive.  Finally he shrugs...takes the human's hands in greeting and a slug from the skin.

With a satisfied grunt he looks the man in black in the eyes.

(said with his lilted accent... rolling his r's)

"I dinnae know my nam... dinnae know if I even have a nam.  Yew kin call me Brigand.  Thas tha closest thing I hav for nam."

He takes another slug from the skin.

"And if'n yer buyin the drinks... I dinnae care if'n ya call me arse coloured fluffy bunny."

He considers the skin licking his lips.

"Damn that shites good."

He looks back at the man in black.

"So wot's yer nam alemaster?"

[Johnie]

"Brigand it is than... typically a more suitable profession than a name... but who am I to argue? Whatever the case is, you can call me Aleph.. but hold that though.."

The human gets up from the table and returns with a few mugs which he sets down on the table. Kicking his feet up on the bench next to the table, he motions towards the mugs and begins to toy with a dagger.

".. So.. what part of this little paradise are you from?"

[mOss]

".. So.. what part of this little paradise are you from?"

Brigand drains his first mug in one long draught.... a loud belch ensues.

"I've ben runnin with the band of sevin for the last tin winters or so," Brigand motions to seven lines of blue following the shape of his bald head and face.  "...mostly in the area aboot eight days jerney north of Akadai."

He pauses to pour more into his mug.  He smiles at Aleph.

"But it seems that I'm here now doesntit?  I dinnae think that yer here to listen to me life story...(he holds up his hands) and  not that I'm tryin to spet in a free pint or anything...but when a bloke buys yew a pint and then starts playin with a blade.... it kinnae makes me wonder wot he's got on his mind."

Brigand takes a draught from his mug and wipes the foam from his goatee.

"So aither yer just wonderin wot a bloo faced man in a kilt is dooin here and ye like to play with blades.....OR....yew kno wot I do and want to kill me... in which case I thank ye for tha brew," Brigand raises his mug towards Aleph.  "Or yew want me to run with ye and ye like to play with blades...in which case... I thank ye for tha brew...OR ye just like to play with blades...in which case..."

Brigand drains his mug and pounds it on the table.

"...I thank ye for tha brew."

[Johnie]

The human chuckles again.

".. you know... where I came from before this they used to have a game called "Roman dagger fight" where a dagger would be placed between 2 men. The men would race to the dagger with the victor USUALLY being the guy who could get control over the dagger first.

You look like the kind of guy, however, who could take a stab from the dagger and then snap the guy's wrist before killing him.. which could either explain why I haven't stabbed you yet... or... explain that if I had wanted to harm you, it would have been done before you had a chance to snap my wrist..  If I DID want to harm you, however.. it doesn't explain why I'd offer you my good drink.. or why I'd buy you another round if I was just going to waste you"  He says with another grin.

"I digress however and my sense of humor tends to get me into trouble with people who don't know me... If you plan on sticking around the oasis, I can show you a thing or two... and trust me.. there will be no shortage of drink where we will be going nor will their be shortage of things to break."

[mOss]

"I digress however and my sense of humor tends to get me into trouble with people who don't know me... If you plan on sticking around the oasis, I can show you a thing or two... and trust me.. there will be no shortage of drink where we will be going nor will their be shortage of things to break."

"No Shartage of drink or thangs to break."

Brigand considers that for a second.

"Really not seein a doonside to aither of those... Throw in sum coin and the occasion wanton wench and I WILL baleeve this is paradise."

Brigand cracks his knuckles.

"Thase are a few of my favorite thangs.  I am needin sum coin if'n ya know who's payin or who's ripe for takin,"  he pauses midsentence thoughtfully  "Although I hav ben known on occasion to break for beer!"

Brigand cocks his chin towards Aleph.

"Sho me tha way Sir Ale!"

[Remmi]

*From across the tavern, the three eyed man catches the bit about 'ripe for the taking' and stares at the unfamiliar face. He glares at him, unwaveringly, not blinking a bit. After a moment, the man shakes his head and begins mumbling to himself a bit as he goes back to what he was doing.*

[Johnie]

The human places his hands on the table as if he is gesturing the lay out of the land surrounding the immediate area.

"You see... where we are located at the moment, we are right smack in the middle of a veritable hotbed of opportunity. Goblins, Orcs, and all sorts of other beasties like to make their way through here... and frequently I might add, which means that there will be plenty to earn and plenty to take all in one swoop.

It really all depends on what they're carrying. Sometimes you get the occasional mischief making goblins you can crack for a few silver here and there... sometimes the green skins send their bigger types with transports or money or whatever they happen to be moving at the time.

I've seen my share of adventurers who've been able to sway them with words and trickery but more likely, the smaller goblins are just as likely to knife you in the back as the bigger ones are to try and crush your face. So typically we whack them before they have a chance to whack our folks, and whatever you happen to find in the process... "

He shrugs momentarily before finishing

".. in a way.. it's like getting double pay out to take care of one problem. I suppose it's important to mention it doesn't always work out as simply as that, but stick with me for a bit. I'll introduce you to some folks.. maybe a wanton wench or 2.. and I'll make sure you get sorted out."

[mOss]

*... stares at the unfamiliar face. He glares at him, unwaveringly, not blinking a bit.*

*Brigand stares back at the three eyed man with a raised eyebrow....then offers him a sardonic grin and a mild salute*

*.... After a moment, the man shakes his head and begins mumbling to himself a bit as he goes back to what he was doing.*

*Brigand turns back to Aleph*

".. in a way.. it's like getting double pay out to take care of one problem. I suppose it's important to mention it doesn't always work out as simply as that, but stick with me for a bit. I'll introduce you to some folks.. maybe a wanton wench or 2.. and I'll make sure you get sorted out."

Brigand nods.

"I hav noo luf of the granskins to be shure...but Ahm still not completely shure aboot yew aither," Brigand pauses weighing the situation.  "But yew seem to hav yer wits aboot yew and..." Brigand offers Aleph a wide smile.  "Yew hav sum weecked ale to be shure.  Ah'd be a madmon not to tak yew up on yer offher...jus dinnae tak it personally if'n dinnae turn me bak on ye jus yet."  He eyes Aleph's dagger....Brigand has some of his smile left... he uses it.  "Ah guess yew got the sevinth of sevin to run with ye fer awhiles."

Brigand raises his mug in a *cheers mate* motion...then tips it back.... whispering again "damn this shites goode." under his breath.

Brigand leans closer across the table...

"Now..." he says in a hushed tone...motioning with his chin in the direction of the three eyed man.

"Was with heem?"

[Johnie]

The human leans forward and whispers in a hushed tone (PM Inc)

[JillyBean]

A dark haired elf quietly approaches the table. She offers a smile to the barbarian as she lays a crisp, unaddressed envelope (PM coming) down on the table in front of the human. With that done, she turns and exits the tavern just as quietly as she had approached the table.

[Johnie]

Taking the letter from Tari, the human looks back to the barbarian.

".. I must unfortunately cut this short, Brigand. If you will be in town, keep an eye out for me. We will definitely be in touch...."

As he gets up from the table, the frost covered fairie peeks his interest. The human makes his way over to the message on the board, and then to the fairie.

[mOss]

Brigand opens his mouth to respond to Alephs whisper...

A dark haired elf quietly approaches the table. She offers a smile to the barbarian as she lays a crisp, unaddressed envelope (PM coming) down on the table in front of the human. With that done, she turns and exits the tavern just as quietly as she had approached the table.

Brigand nods to the elf and watches her depart with a curious look set on his heavy brow.

Taking the letter from Tari, the human looks back to the barbarian.
".. I must unfortunately cut this short, Brigand. If you will be in town, keep an eye out for me. We will definitely be in touch...."
As he gets up from the table, the frost covered fairie peeks his interest. The human makes his way over to the message on the board, and then to the fairie.

"Aye"
Brigand covers his right fist with his left hand in a show of respect.
"Thanks agane fer tha broo"
He raises his mug once more in Aleph's direction as the human gets up from the table.
He sips from the mug... savoring the liquid with a content look.
"Nice place..." he remarks to himself.
He streches back on the bench and surveys the rest of the patrons.

[Andrew L.]

Onyx the half orc looks at the big barbarian sitting by himself across the tavern and yells to him " Aye! Barbarian! With the blue lines come sit with me i wanna ask ya something"