[Nexus] Trog's Tavern CCXLIII

[Lady Serpentine]

"In the meantime, then, why don't you tell me about how you heal people?", Talina asks the gnome, smiling at her. "I'd be willing to teach you, if you want, and our styles are compatible, or at least train you in my method if they aren't..."

[Morty]

"Right, sounds like something of a plan, then." Ashley looks over the contact information once more. "We'll be at base before too long."

Ally nods in agreement. Although, let's be honest here, she'd rather stay here and make out with Ashley than spend time looking for a place she knows nothing about.

"See you at the base then," Dipsnig says. "I'll stay here for a while more."

[Dark Elf Bard]

The little svirfneblin looks just about to faint with pleasure.

Um well, lessee... er I hold out my hands like this, and I concentrate really hard on how much I want that person to be healthy, and um, then some pink light stuff comes out of my fingertips. Are you sure you can teach me? I can't wait! Really?


She looks ecstatic!

[Lady Serpentine]

"Well... I have no clue how to do that, but I could teach you my stuff to use in addition to it, yeah," Talina says, smiling at her. "Why wouldn't I?"

[Devixer]

Ashley nods, and says, "We'll just be going, then. I need to get a few things." She looks at Ally, then gestures towards the door.

[Dark Elf Bard]

The gnome looks confused. There's another way?

As for the second question, she draws back the sleeve of the pink robe, revealing several whip marks. People don't like gnomes. I can't heal myself, either. She says this rather quietly.

[Beans]

Nycca hisses quietly.
That's awful...

[Dark Elf Bard]

The little svirneblin shrugs back her sleeve and shivers. It's mostly on my back, though it doesn't hurt much.

[Lady Serpentine]

Talina nods at Nycca's words, and frowns, looking rather disapproving and somewhat concerned, then, unless stopped, pulls a flask of golden liquid, with a small valved tube coming out of the side, from her bag.

"This should help; there are some rooms upstairs where you can show me all of them..."

With that, Talina goes to head upstairs, waving for the svirfneblin to follow her.

[Dark Elf Bard]

The short healer will follow her eagerly.

[Rebonack]

The dreamer's timing is, to say the least, unfortunate. Unless someone is particularly fast with a counter-spell or ward, the roof above The Dreamer explodes in a roar of sound. Through it falls the half-ettin, no longer drunk, yet still very incapacitated, due to the fact that Landon seems to have knocked himself out with his new spell. He is having a very bad week.

The Half-ettin plummets toward the aforementioned Dreamer, Brian screaming the entire way.

((Sorry about the delay. The day has been filled with activities!))

Having an Ettin fall on you is rarely, if ever, a pleasant experience.

Thankfully the Dreamer is dreaming! Otherwise this could be a very dangerous thing indeed! Instead he just gets squashed rather comically without suffering any obvious injury of any kind.

"Hey! Get off! I need to help Mister Rogers change his tires!" the Dreamer protests.

Sure enough Mister Rogers stands nearby with a tire iron in his hands.

[The Bushranger]

The bat-winged girl nods.
Just about, yep!
What can you bring to the metaphorical table?

Rhyan shrugs off the deadtime ooze, baps her player, then smiles.

"Well, I know some of the necromantic arts, and also am trained in ninjitsu," she explains.

[Beans]

A ninja necromancer.
...
That is probably the coolest thing I've heard all day. You are definitely in.
Nycca grins.

[Tesla_pasta]

"Hey! Get off! I need to help Mister Rogers change his tires!" the Dreamer protests.

Sure enough Mister Rogers stands nearby with a tire iron in his hands.

((delays are no prob I understand))

Brian scramble off of the unfortunate fall-breaker, thankful that the normal laws of physics (not to mention falling damage rules) don't seem to apply to his strange friend.

Mister wha-? nevermind. Are you okay?

Landon appears to still be unconscious from the blast of his own spell.

[Falgorn]

Abraxes hails the newcomer; his pleasant expression goes sour when he hears about the necromancy, though. "Welcome, I suppose. You'll be the one defiling the corpses, then?" He shakes his head. "I suppose it can't be helped. I am Abraxes Foxwood, man-at-arms. A question for you: What is this 'ninjitsu,' as you say?"

[The Bushranger]

Rhyan smiles a bit, and takes a seat at the table.
"Thank you. This sounds like it'll be a most fascinating adventure."

[Rebonack]

Getting blasted into unconsciousness is rather silly.

Would it even be possible to knock the Dreamer out?

After all he is sort of unconscious already, right? May have to test that at some point. For science.

"No, I don't think I'm okay at all," the Dreamer sighs as he pulls out a sack filled with weird glossy red things. "That fall smashed my bag of wax-lips. I'm not sure how I'll be able to help Mister Rogers with his tires now."

Mister Rogers seems generally okay with this. "Don't worry, neighbor. There's always room for more sunshine in the Land of Make Believe. I'll just ride the trolly."

And with that he climbs into a toy-sized trolly and rides it off through a hole in the wall.

[Tesla_pasta]

Getting blasted into unconsciousness is rather silly.

Would it even be possible to knock the Dreamer out?

After all he is sort of unconscious already, right? May have to test that at some point. For science.

"No, I don't think I'm okay at all," the Dreamer sighs as he pulls out a sack filled with weird glossy red things. "That fall smashed my bag of wax-lips. I'm not sure how I'll be able to help Mister Rogers with his tires now."

Mister Rogers seems generally okay with this. "Don't worry, neighbor. There's always room for more sunshine in the Land of Make Believe. I'll just ride the trolly."

And with that he climbs into a toy-sized trolly and rides it off through a hole in the wall.

Were Landon conscious, he would gladly attempt to knock out the Dreamer; however his current state of not-being-conscious impedes the process.

Brian Oh no! Can I repair the... what exactly? wax lips? ummm...
Brian is unsure exactly how to properly apologize for the poorly timed fall. Being at half-brain power might be contributing to this. He begins mentally attempting to rouse his other head.

[Rebonack]

Probably best not to worry about the wax lips.

There's a good chance that they'll be forgotten about completely in just a few moments. That's dream logic for you.

The Dreamer thwacks the sack of lips with his mallet, causing the previously dirty bag to become sparkly clean with a dull *wud!* Guess that's what the Stain Fighter! does.

"So why are you falling through the roof again?" the young man inquires as his bag of lips is pulled away and devoured by a pack of tiny weasels. "That seems like a really odd thing to do."

...

Coming from a guy who's hovering four inches off the ground?

[Me.]

Samantha smiles over at the elf-hippie, thinking about what to do. He had just been involved in the same fight as her, had he not? And besides, he looked kinda cute. She gives a sideways glance to her brother, who's eyes are darting between his book and the man next to Chas. She gives him a knowing smirk, and saunters over to where the elf is sitting, putting on just the right amount of feminine charms. She sits on the other side of Chas and says casually, sipping her drink "So, tell me, what's an obviously peace-loving elf getting himself involved in a fight-spawning tavern like this for?"She gives him a casual up-down glance and a subtle flutter of her lashes.

[Tesla_pasta]

"So why are you falling through the roof again?" the young man inquires as his bag of lips is pulled away and devoured by a pack of tiny weasels. "That seems like a really odd thing to do."

...

Coming from a guy who's hovering four inches off the ground?

The irony of the question is, sadly, lost upon Brian. Instead he answers it: Well that drink that Landon had last night leveled us up or something. Not sure how that works here, but he suddenly learned a new spell. I was busy doing scales on my lute when he yelled SOUND BURST and there was a huge roar and next thing I know, I'm falling into your lap! now that I think about it, my lute seems to have vanished...
*Brian begins looking around for his lute*
anyway, I should probably pay for the hole in the floor or fix it or something. I think that Landon knows a spell for that sort of thing.
*notices a smooth pebble in his hand*
huh. wonder where this came from. does this rock belong to you?

[Rebonack]

"Nope, that certainly isn't one of my rocks," the Dreamer replies as he hovers a bit closer for a better inspection. "I would know, since I recall quite plainly what all of my rocks look like. And that isn't one of them."

Nope.

Totally not one of his rocks.

"And I think the ceiling will be just fine."

Well would you look at that!

The hole is gone!

Wonder when that happened?

[Chas the mage]

Samantha smiles over at the elf-hippie, thinking about what to do. He had just been involved in the same fight as her, had he not? And besides, he looked kinda cute. She gives a sideways glance to her brother, who's eyes are darting between his book and the man next to Chas. She gives him a knowing smirk, and saunters over to where the elf is sitting, putting on just the right amount of feminine charms. She sits on the other side of Chas and says casually, sipping her drink "So, tell me, what's an obviously peace-loving elf getting himself involved in a fight-spawning tavern like this for?"She gives him a casual up-down glance and a subtle flutter of her lashes.

The two men turn; however Aether, the human, doesn't actually join the conversation. Although the two have been sitting next to each other for some time, they haven't done much except share glances and a pack of cigarettes. He seems to loosen up slightly when Samantha starts the conversation, as hes not hunched over his drink anymore, or huffing his tobacco - which he reeks of, as well as a skunky-herbal and smokey scent, which she may recognize from some of the less lawful parts of town; like the local Red Zone. "Well," he says, "peace is... my ideal. As much as I don't like hurting people I think toting around a pistol can be necessary in certain places and times." He has a slightly serious expression, "So, say, defending one's self and others." He places a cigarette on the bar near her, as a subtle offering. "And then that guy who came down was a racist, which I think is just damn ignorant, and not to mention hes at large in a bar in the nexus." He shakes his head, coupled with a breathy sigh. "The name is Chas, by the way," he adds, with a sudden lightening of his tone.

[Mina Kobold]

Lewis looks after the two healers, sighing at the revelation of the whip marks. Though it clearly saddens the Pixie to hear their origin, the following necromancy discussion seems to brighten Lewis' mood substantially. Cheerfully as before, the weaponless adventurer joins in on the topic.

"Most agree with... Nycca, right? I've met some great people practising necromancy before, but never a ninja. Being both must be amazing!"

Grinning in awe, the Pixie once again floats to offer the newest party member an extravagant bow. Even conjuring a well-made tophat to swipe off in the gesture.

"Lewis Wyllt, Pixie, illusion-expert and possible man-at-arms, at your service. Most astounding to meet you, m'friend."

[OrchestraHc]

Meli nods and smiles reassuringly while responding.

"I think very much that I am. I was surprised by remembering something."

Meli writes and tries to brush it off. While it clearly is not traumatic, Meli is poor at hiding that it was not the happiest memory.

"Oh," Louis says, not entirely sure what to make of it. "Would you like to talk about it, or..."

Back in Adventureville, Justin is much more interested in the ninja aspect of the new party member than the necromancer part. "A ninja like in the old movies? A ninja, a sneak, and an illusionist sounds like a potent combination to me. We may be able to just sneak in and take the treasure." Goodness knows that's how he likes it. Rarely turns out that way, but a man can dream.

[Beans]

Sounds good to me... once the healers are back down here we can get going!

[nanobot_swarm]

"Well, let's see.." the flumph says, gathering his thoughts. "There's the temperance tea-house. (If the thread is still bopping around somewhere) They serve sake, but it's hardly the focus like here. You wouldn't like the Black Dragon's Den, it mostly caters to, let's say, an unsavory element. Sleeping Goblin is like Trog's with a higher tendency to set ablaze. Then there's Mallside with even more food choices, most of which are cheap and alcohol free." It's John's choice really.

The Crusader thinks a moment, and then determines, "Very well we shall go to this 'Mallside' place, since it seems the most decent of eating establishments from what you've described. Come Flumpherton, we should venture forth to this place!"
With much haste he puts back on his helmet, and charges out of the tavern to his horse, whom he readies for a journey, now awaiting Flumpherton to venture forth.

[Lady Serpentine]

Sounds good to me... once the healers are back down here we can get going!

And, just about the time Nycca says that, Talina returns! Unless Kallista decided to get down for some reason, the gnome is riding on her back.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Yup! The little gnome stays right there, not wanting her leg to split her heel open.

[Beans]

Nycca first looks a little surprised, but giggles a little to see her there.
Alrighty, we can finally get going!