Orkish Tavern

[Snog]

The other RP posts are too lengthy and I shudder when I think of spending the hours I'd need to read 'em(Imma slow reader). Here's a generic "tavern post", feel free to have your character enter the tavern at any time and join the discussion, any type of char is welcome, you don't even need to know whats been going on since your char has just entered the tavern.

Setting : An orkish tavern in Morak, where brawls and barfights are common, and brutish orks sit at crude tables drinking huge mugs of dark ale, playing dice, and are playing bar-games like darts.
Snog is sitting at a well-furnished private booth in the corner. He has a scarred slightly lanky ork bodyguard with him, who rests the tip of over-large sword on the ground. Snog is dressed in orkish fineries with an ornate mace hanging at his side, and is quaffing a mug of guinness. Parchments are scattered all over the table.

[Akoni Leieki]

A large figure approaches the table. He is dressed in a brown-black outfit covering loosely most of his body. He bows befor Snog "Aloha" he says and sits down across from Snog, placing his weapons on the table close to Snog in a sign of respect. He introduces him self as Akoni and presents to Snog a small bottle of liquid which Akoni calls `Awa and a small necklace with a lapis lazuli pendant. After the gifts are recieved they begin to discuss private matters. After a short talk Akoni stood up, grabbed his weapons, bowed again and said "A Hui Hoa" and with these words left the table and out the door...

[Morlem]

Another long day slaughtering the innocent masses of humans of elves.. Satisfying certainly, but so tiring.. Only one thing to do, head over the Tavern, drink til drunken brawl time, pass out, and start all over again tomorrow.

To Barkeep: Hail!! I'll start off with a gallon of your stongest firebreather with a pint of blood for flavor.

[Snog]

(background -- Dogbref was a Doomfire ork who willingly became a slave to Shimmergloom, a dark elf RP guild)

::Shouts to Morlem::
"Didya hear that as soon as Dogbref got to the alfgar they cut off his nose?!?"
::Morlem shouts back::
"Really? How does he smell?"
::Snog shouts to Morlem::
"TERRIBLE!!"

::Laughs heard from a few orks around the bar::

[Urk_the_Smasher]

Urk, who was looking sullen in the corner, suddenly stands up with a look of exitment on his face "That's right, speaking of which!" Urk runs off, reapearing several minutes later, wearing a necklace. The necklace is made from human, elven, dwarven, and alfar noses (a couple ork and mahirim on their as well) held on through the nostrils to a long string.

[Alienyouth4jc]

*SLAM*

The tavern door slams open with a magnificant burst of light and fire, snapping the attention of the tavern occupants towards it, many of them spilling their drinks as they drunkenly clammer to rise and draw their weapons. Grunts of curosity and annoyance abound as all eyes are focused on the cloud of smoke dissipating at the entrance. As smoke clears, the disturbance is realized, through the door rests...emptyness? But there is no one their. Bewildered eyes look around, and a few of the brutes closer to the door move for a closer look. Yes, there is nothing there.

As Hnorg, a smallish (small only in Orc standards) turns back towards his tavern mates an arrow strikes him down.

"Over there!" yells one Orc as all heads and weapons face the farthest corner, where an odd group of travellers are standing. Instantly the orcs charge at the intruders as the yrealize who they are. The Human throws off his magicians cloak as he throws his arms wide, staff in one and a glowing ball of fire in the other. He quickly disbands the one patron closest as the Mirdain to his left leaps on to a table drawing an arrow and notching it in a gracful fluidic motion. He draws back as his feet contact the gnarled wood surface and just as quickly another orc falls, then another. This continues for a few more seconds.

Now there are too many orcs for the two intruders. The Human pushes his hand out, palm out, straight in frony of him and a shock wave knocks over both living and dead, throwing everything to the ground.

"ENOUGH!" he bolsters loudly, the dazed orcs are seemingly unable to find enough strenght to stand up. They have littel choice but to groan, grunt and curse.

"Im looking for Snog." He says, but quickly see's the overly dressed Orc over in the corner shaking his bodygaurd off of him.

"I am he." Snog replies with a growl "I'll wear your nose around my neck!" And he to attempts to get up, but cant find the strenght.

"And I shall see you try." smirks the Mirdain notching another arrow and pointing it at Snogs head.

"be quite Kinslea!" snaps the Human as he walks bravley towards the Orc wearing the distaful garments of power. "I come with a proposition."

The Orc growls, the Human continues. "My name is Deladin Stouse, and I hear your ales are the strongest aro-" A orc has regained use of his body and is over taken by his rage and charges Deladin, three arrows later he finally falls.

"What a waste of perfectly good arrows, cant you just die the first time!" Kinsela whines.

Deladin shoots a glacne at Kinslea and turns back towards the room. "Any more!" Yells Deladin.

Snog grunts in teh corner "I am impressed my your courage and bravery, or rather stupidity and death wishes, in either case worthy qualities. Continue."

Deladin nods "I see to buy as much of your strongest Ale as these three sacks of gold...and those dead orcs...can buy!" He smirks "Do we have a deal? Or should I up the body count"

Snog stands up with a smile, "Stupid Human, and filthy Mirdain come drink with me tonight, buy your ale...you are my guests." He pauses and looks around the taver "Tomarrow is different, your nose and ears will be my prize if you are still here."

Kinslea jumps from the table, a bit weary and follows Deladin towards Snog, as the rest of the tavern occupants continue their drinking and their games. The clean crew come and disposes of the bodies lying around, a nightly occurance at the finiest Orc tavern this side of wherever they are.

[Urk_the_Smasher]

Urk strides over, a look of utter contempt in his eyes. "How'd you get into the town without da guards noticing?" he says. Considering the idea that many of his hand-trained guards might be dead, he hangs his head for a second, then makes a loud hacking sound. Almost simultaneously, he spits an enormous wad of flem into the cup of the human and strikes the Mirdain with a well-calculated elbow strike to the jaw.

[Alienyouth4jc]

Kinslea begins to rise as Deladin puts a hand on his shoulder. He looks over at Snog then looks at Urk.

"Ah, the gaurds." Deladin says "Dont worry they will be waking up soon. Now sit and join us, for any Human and Mirdain that can dispatch your finest gaurdsmen must be worthy of at least one drink."

A few hours go by and finally the two guests rise.

Deladin gives a slight nob "We must take our leave, we welcome your hospitality..." He looks at the stained floor. "Orcish hospitality that is. When we meet again w-"

"You will be dismembered of course" Interupts Snog.

"Yes but of course" replies Deladin "But of course." The two guests walk towards the door, the Mirdain rubbing his bruised and battered jaw. As the door opens to the early morning light, a guardsmen walks in, stumbling and rubbing his head. Groggely he looks at the bartender.

"Give me somthing strong, real strong. The Captian found me sleeping on the job again." The guard points at his left cheek, ever so swollen. "I dont know why I cant seem to stay awake on these night shifts."

The two traverlers, now dressed in cloaks to mask their identity look at each other and smile. Together, along with their wagon of fine Orcish Ales, they ride of North. As they look back, they see that the Tavern, even in the morning twilight, is always busy.

[Snog]

A. Conversation With Urk

Urk was said to have passed away in the days of the Ork Plague, which killed many of clan Doomfire. His recent appearance was a mixed blessing for Snog: Although Snog was honored to have such a staunch and noble ally, Urk would be a contender with him for the remaining seat in the Doomfire Clan council, now headed by the ork nobles Morlem and Reign.

Snog now sits with Urk in his private booth, a large symbol of Clan Doomfire adorns the wall behind them, its ominous presence seeming to eavesdrop upon their every word.

Urk : "You've sold your honor for a sack of gold, dog. You do business with elves and men that slaughter our kine."
Snog : "I'd do business with Draupnir himself if I could outwit him. These rich foreigners have done us both a great dishonor." :: Snog fingers a stack of gold coins :: "I'll simply commission a clan to track the worms down tomorrow, until then -- drink deeply!" Snog laughs heartily and drains a heady dark fluid from a tankard a crude clay tankard.

B. The Call to the Clan

Still within the tavern, Snog is unconscious slumped upon the his table. Snog is woken from his slumber by a frightened goblin messenger, bearing a rag with the Doomfire Clan symbol.

It speaks a sentence it has memorized through hours of practice and vicious beatings : "The clan calls council, and your presence is requested immediately."

"Urughl" Snog emotes. He was extremely hungover, but still managed to land a blow to the goblin's face.

C. The Clan Compound

In the pitch black of night, Snog, mounted upon an artok and flanked by two mounted orks, ride through the wooden palisade of a large compound of stone buildings, ziggurats, pits, and wooden shacks. It was the dead of night, but this makeshift town was abuzz with activity - garrisoned soldiers were beginning to assemble in formations exercising training drills, blacksmith hammers could be heard echoing nearby, screams of pain and agony could be heard in the distance from the slave pits, and even a svartdvergir sharpening an ornate wicked blade -- no doubt a priority commission from some rich ork. These orks weren't preparing for battle, they were preparing for war.

Was it finally time to for the orks to take their rightful place as rules of the land of Agon?

The company follows a center path and quickly dismounts in front of a massive stone fortress. Snog halts, and takes a moment to study the two massive entryway stones, and notices that one is not completely covered in runes -- they each have a large blank spot, probably being saved to document the eminent battles. He arrives in a torchlit receiving chamber --

D. The Council

Within a large receiving chamber lies the Doomfire Court, where clan affairs are addressed: Many orks of status are present, adorned with armors covered in symbols of varying importance, from Ahzi Dahaka to death runes. Morlem and Reign are waiting, seated upon stone thrones. Morlem begins to speak, in a loud booming voice --

Morlem : "Snog! Urk the Smasher has told us of your recent dealings with elves and men. This time you have gone too far. It is Azhi Dahaka's will that we are given a such an excuse to make war upon the frozen wastes to the North."
Snog, overwhelmed that his dishonor had been overlooked... this time : "Excellent my Lords. But these dogs surely will have bounties placed upon their heads by morning, and many clans will vie for the honor and gold. We have the upper-hand, other clans won't even wake for many hours. I suggest we immediately assemble and track down the vermin."
Reign speaks : "So be it! Assemble the guards!"
Snog goes quietly to a table, writes out a note, and dispatches a goblin slave, along with two sacks of gold and a rag with the Doomfire Clan symbol, to go quickly to the clan alchemist. The officials of the clan were busily preparing for a special treat -- the hunting of a mirdain and a man.

[Riphotsuma]

Snog has called upon one of the clans most trusted men, Riphotsuma. Early the next morning he arrived at the councils gates. Riphotsuma goes into the main chamber, and says.

"So who will I be huntin?!"

Snog stands up from sleeping on the table over in the corner, a Man and a Mirdain.

"Interesting, its been a while since i have been able to kill something"

"Good, you will set out in the morning with 30 of our best men" A huge grin comes across rips lips. " I will enjoy this"

[Urk_the_Smasher]

Whenever you are ready, Urk says, from the corner. Six hard months of surviving in the swamps, fighting off the Ork Plauge, left him highly tempermental and with a bad case of insomnia.

[Reigngod]

::A long period of time has passed as the hunters return. Reign Sends for Snog and the Hunters the next day to hear their Stories.::

[Urk_the_Smasher]

Urk is the first to step forward. He gives a respectful ork salute to Reign, his friend and comrade who he has entrusted the remanents of his clan to. Urk is an unusual ork, cunning, innovative, and cruel, but he is not the most charismatic or level-headed of orks, so most of his leadership duties in the clan are, by his own call, mainly ceremonial. The fact that Urk steps forward to tell his stories of battle is unusual, as, after all, he was not in the hunting party, having dissapeared several hours before the party embarked.
"I hope that some of them managed to get away." Urk said, amid grumbles of protest at his most Un-orkish statement.
"Because then they'll be able to see what I did to their town."
Urk then produces a large bag of something. Emptying it out on the table, the bag is filled with ears. Ears of humans and mirdain and dwarves, old, wrinkled ears and small, childrens ears. Morlem looks confusedly at Urk and says.
"Urk, you are known for taking heads, that you can decorate you're, um...., home with them. Why do you now take ears."
Urk, ignoring the slight about the unsanitary nature of his outskirts dwelling (a strange place for such a wealthy ork to live) and simply smiles in a disturbing, almost childish way.
"So that when those that got away get back to their keep, they will recognize who the bodies are."
At this, Urk produces a large chest, which appears very heavy, as the big ork has to strain to pick it up. He opens it up and allows everyone to look inside. It is filled with dozens or hearts. Urk grins knowingly at his impressed comrades and walks off, his offering in hand, towards the temple of his most beloved god, Azhi Dahaka.

[Oxll]

An Extremely Large Ork, a good foot taller then most orcs, comes lumbering into the Doomfire Court carrying two large kegs of Stone Slab Sludge.

Placing the kegs of ale down on the ground, with the respect that good ale should be treated, He looks up at Snog, Urk, and the other council members and gives a maniacal smirk.

"I am Oxll, Clan Chief of Karas Hur, and the Voice of Hur himself!" He gestures with a large hit to his chest. "Do I ever have the tale for you."

"Karas Hur lies to the east, just south of the mirdain territories. Our clan was on a usual raid, and we were tearing apart a small village. I was still by our siege fort when a Mahirim Scout said he saw a unit of Seventh Circle rangers."
Stopping briefly, Oxll reached into his tunic and produced a large pipe. Lighting the pipe he continued his tale.

"So I mount my Artok and ride off with two of my best men. We round a dense patch of trees and see the 6 rangers lounging by a small patch of shrubs. They were a good 100 ft away, open fields between us and 6 mirdain rangers. I've taken mirdain arrows before in the chest, and I knew this would be one of those...."
Oxll momentarily is interupted as he coughs, gurgling a little, he hacks up a black wad of plhegm. Shaking his head, he relights the pipe and continues.

"So I look at my men, instruct them to come around from the sides and flank the rangers, while I take their fire in a Head long charge. Both react immediately to my commands, and I face the Mirdain and stir my artok into a full charge. I tensed my muscles as usual, and prepared to use my Endure Pain skill as I closed in on the 6 rangers. All 6 rangers, standing still, taking aim staring at me. They let loose a volley of arrows and all 6 shots miss!!"
Oxll laughs out loud...

"This is no joke, but 6 mirdain rangers miss! 2nd volley comes at me and one clanks off my Artoks Horn, and the rest shoot a good 4 ft high. By now I've closed the gap and not a single arrow has hit me. I thought something isn't right here..."
Oxll refills his pipe whilst shaking his head in disbelief at his own tale....

"As I come up within melee range, I noticed that these rangers were stumbling around just from the shuddering of my artoks charge. Well cutting a long story short...."
Oxll Produces a bag and drops out 5 Mirdain Heads.

A laugh from near the council and a quick shout from one of orks "I see you couldn't catch all 6".

Oxll Looks over and shakes his head... "I saved the best for last. Anyways, killing these mirdain was easier then pillaging a village of helpless women and children. Here I am one mirdain left alive, and hes laying next to a stack of Ork Ale kegs! 2 of which bore your guilds emblem, thus the reason I came here."

Snog, nodding to the tale, spoke up. "We had an incident in the tavern. A man and a mirdain came in search of ale. Needless to say, We already have plans to take care of this, soon as we can find out where this Kinslea and Deladin have gone."

Oxll gave the same maniacal smirk, motioned to one of his men who briefly left the court, and then returned with a Mirdain. The Mirdain was gagged, blindfolded, missing his left legs, and his arrow fingers were both severed.
"This Mirdain might know where this Man and Mirdain have gone. He mentioned he had bought this ale from a man, and they hadn't been able to finish half a keg to 6 of them"
A large laughter arose from the crowd, even an ork youth could finish a keg to himself.
"Have this Mirdain, and find those two culprits fast."

Once again Oxll hit his chest and nodded to Snog. "I'll see you again shortly. Lets hope this does not happen again, or your Clan will be looked upon as one that harbors the enemy."
Looking down at the two kegs on the floor, Oxll quickly replies... "for now lets have a drink and let the mirdain bleed a little longer before questioning. The more delerious they are, the easier to get information out of them."

With that Oxll hoists a keg onto a nearby table and begins to fill up some mugs that were lying around.

[Reigngod]

Reign Stands and speaks to Oxll, "Snog is not who you should make threats to. I am the Leader of this Council so when you direct a threat towards my people, you will say it to me. We do not condone such races as these laying bodyless before us, to come to our town. But some Orks..." Reign peers at Snog, "...have a tendency to see money in the faces of our enemies."

Urk and Morlem stand and pour themselves a mug of ale. "Calm down Reign" Urks grunts, "I dont think he meant anything by it".

While Reign walks towards the kegs, he hears a familiar voice and looks up to see Riphotsuma entering the Chambers.

"It is done." He says, "I hope you didnt want proof as most of it went to compliment the orkish brew I took with me."

As the rest of the hunters begin to enter, Morlem sends a messenger to the Tavern inviting everyone to come and drink with the Council and the clans guests to hear the story of those who just returned.

[Bensidhe]

For many days Bensidhe's patrol of 6 Mahirim have been following the goings on with the Orc's and their "visitors" . Its never unusual for traders to come and go throughout the Tribeslands, but such a diverse group as this had caught the attention of Bensidhe and his group . Such groups usually brought trouble in some form and as lof late , Human and Mirdain had also brought a new sickness that had scept through his village, and others . It became his job to find those that had visited and see what he could find out . Not seemingly an easy thing since the average height of the Mahirim is 7 feet and their movements seem slow and clumsy at the best of times .
He had watched the entrance of these so-called traders into the Orc town and then the lone Orc, Urk's departure , a known ally of his tribe , move off to the North towards a Mirdain settlement some 30 miles away . There was a sharp tang of blood in the air as the Orc had left and Urk himself seemed very agitated . He had had two of his best in the group follow Urk with orders to observe and report, but not to interfere in any goings on . That wasn't part of the mission this time .
Bensidhe was concerned about the onset of the upcoming full moon of Nieth, which cast a far brighter light upon the nightscape than Leen, the larger Red moon . Staying hidden in daylight was hard enough, but the telltale glow of the Mahirim's eyes in bright moonlight was a dead give away as to what was observing whom . Not something he realy wanted to give away , just yet . Information was needed and the traders and their stockpile held those answers if they didn't get killed by Urk , and his clan leader Reigngod. He would return later .

[Rebelius]

And the clan leader Reigngod killed a trader.
But a darker tale grows still! Will the clan leader slay everyone or will he run away? :ninja:

[AllmightyEOD]

An Extremely Large Ork, a good foot taller then most orcs, comes lumbering into the Doomfire Court carrying two large kegs of Stone Slab Sludge.

Placing the kegs of ale down on the ground, with the respect that good ale should be treated, He looks up at Snog, Urk, and the other council members and gives a maniacal smirk.

"I am Oxll, Clan Chief of Karas Hur, and the Voice of Hur himself!" He gestures with a large hit to his chest. "Do I ever have the tale for you."

"Karas Hur lies to the east, just south of the mirdain territories. Our clan was on a usual raid, and we were tearing apart a small village. I was still by our siege fort when a Mahirim Scout said he saw a unit of Seventh Circle rangers."
Stopping briefly, Oxll reached into his tunic and produced a large pipe. Lighting the pipe he continued his tale.

"So I mount my Artok and ride off with two of my best men. We round a dense patch of trees and see the 6 rangers lounging by a small patch of shrubs. They were a good 100 ft away, open fields between us and 6 mirdain rangers. I've taken mirdain arrows before in the chest, and I knew this would be one of those...."
Oxll momentarily is interupted as he coughs, gurgling a little, he hacks up a black wad of plhegm. Shaking his head, he relights the pipe and continues.

"So I look at my men, instruct them to come around from the sides and flank the rangers, while I take their fire in a Head long charge. Both react immediately to my commands, and I face the Mirdain and stir my artok into a full charge. I tensed my muscles as usual, and prepared to use my Endure Pain skill as I closed in on the 6 rangers. All 6 rangers, standing still, taking aim staring at me. They let loose a volley of arrows and all 6 shots miss!!"
Oxll laughs out loud...

"This is no joke, but 6 mirdain rangers miss! 2nd volley comes at me and one clanks off my Artoks Horn, and the rest shoot a good 4 ft high. By now I've closed the gap and not a single arrow has hit me. I thought something isn't right here..."
Oxll refills his pipe whilst shaking his head in disbelief at his own tale....

"As I come up within melee range, I noticed that these rangers were stumbling around just from the shuddering of my artoks charge. Well cutting a long story short...."
Oxll Produces a bag and drops out 5 Mirdain Heads.

A laugh from near the council and a quick shout from one of orks "I see you couldn't catch all 6".

Oxll Looks over and shakes his head... "I saved the best for last. Anyways, killing these mirdain was easier then pillaging a village of helpless women and children. Here I am one mirdain left alive, and hes laying next to a stack of Ork Ale kegs! 2 of which bore your guilds emblem, thus the reason I came here."

Snog, nodding to the tale, spoke up. "We had an incident in the tavern. A man and a mirdain came in search of ale. Needless to say, We already have plans to take care of this, soon as we can find out where this Kinslea and Deladin have gone."

Oxll gave the same maniacal smirk, motioned to one of his men who briefly left the court, and then returned with a Mirdain. The Mirdain was gagged, blindfolded, missing his left legs, and his arrow fingers were both severed.
"This Mirdain might know where this Man and Mirdain have gone. He mentioned he had bought this ale from a man, and they hadn't been able to finish half a keg to 6 of them"
A large laughter arose from the crowd, even an ork youth could finish a keg to himself.
"Have this Mirdain, and find those two culprits fast."

Once again Oxll hit his chest and nodded to Snog. "I'll see you again shortly. Lets hope this does not happen again, or your Clan will be looked upon as one that harbors the enemy."
Looking down at the two kegs on the floor, Oxll quickly replies... "for now lets have a drink and let the mirdain bleed a little longer before questioning. The more delerious they are, the easier to get information out of them."

With that Oxll hoists a keg onto a nearby table and begins to fill up some mugs that were lying around.

Door Slams open and in comes Allmighty, A battle hardend Ork with an Axe that could chop down the heavens. "BAH!!!!", Yells Allmighty. "Who needs stories to tell when all ye needs is heads."
Allmighty puts 3 heads down on the table to present to the DFC guild leader.
"These be the heads of Phineus of House Shivering, Teth of House Shivering, and some dumbarse Ork named Brannoc who decided to get his nose in where it dont belong. I present these to you as an offering of an alliance between our two great nations." Allmighty stands proud as he shows the DFC Leaders respect.
"If ye be needin EOD's service we are always in the market of killin enemies of the Orks and the occassional wolfboys if they fall into the wrong area uninvited."
"I propose an alliance that will rock the pillars of the world, and that will make even the mightiest of warriors run fer thier lives. EOD will pledge thier help for Darkfire anytime that they are in need of it if you so chose." Allmighty looks around the room as he stands proud among the hardy leaders of the DoomFire Clan.
"So what say ye brethern, shall we rape, pillage, and plunder?"