Yrellitra, the beginning

[Koga]

Dadoria holds his headup and crosses his arms looking away from the orc.

"Apparently you don't know who I am. I'm a legend man! I'm sure an orc like yourself doesn't listen to much music unless it involves grunts and snorts.. but the more sophisticated humanoids love my work!"

"I guess this lady isn't into alchahol, that's ok, we can skip the main course and moveon right into dessert!"

[Mornir]

Lei
"If you mean't Desert as in desert us, then yes move on to that. If not, I suggest you show respect to your fellow patrons unless you want to back those boasts up with steel instead of singing." She smiles at him with the cool smile of a predator, urging him to be silent for a while well she works.

[Koga]

Dadoria gets offended at this failure to recognize his greatness.

"Are you dense?! Are you retarded?!
I'm the God-damned Dadoria!"

Dadoria pullsout his pipes of sewers and plays that funky music.
Peform check:
(1d20+11)[18]


(And just heard this song as I made this post, so let's assume it sounds like that)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hr1OBnNtOWY

[Rodgin]

Mart

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It is an axe. A magical axe used by Carbarin the Barbarian who lead the Highland forces in the last battle between the Dagoleth empire and themselves. Carbarin was killed in the battle, but he helped turn the tide and they built this town here as an honor to him. No one is sure of the axes properties becaus it was left on the platform.

Elesteen

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The door opens and a young, good looking man greets you with a smile.
"You must be Elsteen. I am Zarkust, I've been expecting you. Please, do come in."

You other three
Do keep going. I'm enjoying this exchange.

[JettWilderbeast]

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Elesteen smiles at the man; Yes I am, thank you for having me here.
Manners, Elesteen believes are crucial when with important company. As he enters the house he wipes his feet and looks round him.
Spot; (1d20+5)[21]

[RedNec]

Grunt

This young man's arrogance is going to get him killed....... By me. Grunt stands up to silence the boy as he starts playing. As the first few notes sound, Grunt stops to listen. The melody is indeed captivating.

Grunt is forced to admit that 'Dadoria the God-damned' is indeed a compitent bard. He sits down again to listen and by the time the youth finishes, Grunt is softly humming along to the music.

"you're not bad, kid. Grunt grudgingly admits. "If you can play 'Ironfist to Home' - an old Dwarven tavern melody, I'll be impressed and pay for your food and drink tonight." A sad look passes over his face briefly.
"And if you can play anything Orcish, I'll consider you a true legend and be in your debt"

[Rodgin]

Dadoria
Give me a bardic knowledge roll (15 will get you the dwarven song, 20 for something orcish) and then roll up another perform check. (10 is competent, 15 great, 20+ is arguably the best it's ever been played.)

[RedNec]

Grunt

When the Musician doesn't respond, Grunt's shoulders slump.
"Figures.", he says as he returns his attention to his mug.

[BizzaroStormy]

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"Well, now I know what to look for, but judging from what you said, you don't know who to look for. do you have any leads?

((No school today. Yay!))
((Gary Gygax is dead, NOOOOOO!!!))

[Mornir]

Lei

"When one says to meet your words With Steel, one usually does not play an instrument in response." She mumbles to herself about people who are mentally deficient are usually deficient themselves. "So mercenary, you wish to hear an Orcish song? Well, I can play no song and I have a person to search for. Hopefully you and the mentally deficient 'God-damned Dadoria' whom is damned more than likely for his stupidity and arrogant boasts will find work elsewhere." Lei leaves disgusted at "Dadoria's" ignorance and asks someone where Zarkust is.

((Gather information? (1d20+2)[20] ))

[RedNec]

Grunt

"Its a shame"
Grunt is disappointed that the woman wants to leave. She seemed interresting. Nothing for it though. He leans over the table and takes her (still untouched) drink. He hands it to the bard. "Its yours, just drink it at another table"