"WTF?!?!?!?!?!" Rubbing the bump on her forehead...she struggles to rise from her well intentioned comrade. As they stumble to thier feet she mutters...."Well, I feel like an total friggin idiot..." With a shrug, she pops the bung on the cheap terra cotta jar and takes a drink from the vile brew...." She looks to her companion...I guess we will need a plan "B".

zeros eyes open slowly. after a good nights sleep she is well rested. from another room, she can hear snoring loudly. "i bet its that damn hobbit" she says to herself and rolls over to sleep more.

A pixie flies in and throws a scroll onto the bar table as Boromir smiles and takes it to read.

The Daily Chronicle

XI (day 91) of the time of the sun era:

WARNING: The neighboring Red Lamp's Tavern has been looted by orcs in the early mornings when it was closed. All of the owners where found dead as of Arch Bishop Iniris. The Green Dragon's Inn is one of the last refuge holdings in town.

A group of griffons have been seen flying above the towns marketsplace. Their loud eerie sounds bring panic amongst the inhabitants.

The legendary bowmaster has slain a group of orcs in the south end of town to only get injured in the end. He is in safe hands by the Grand Master Wizard Millendor and has refuge in his tower.

Cold wind Blows as Draven Walks By the door,,, He sniffs The Air,, and the smell of orc is abundent. Not today he Thinks to himself,, and Slings The Great Axe Back over his massive shoulder,, too many bad Memories. Walks Off in search of another fight.

Plan B? ****...you mean pulling out doesn't really work?
http://www.go2planb.com/index.aspx

*cough ahem*

Krin looks about dazed. He gets up and puts a hand to the barrier that prevented his escape through the window. Evidently, the orcs cannot enter just as he cannot leave, otherwise the inn would already be filled with their stench.
"I guess we'll need a plan B," gurgles the hobbit through a mouthful of liquor."
"Perhaps, whoever is holding us here is trying to protect us. I suggest we talk with the others in the inn; maybe together we can find a way out. At least as a group, we'll be able to fight the orcs outside if it comes to that.
In the meantime, it's late - let's get some rest."

Krin sits in a corner, props his head against the wall. Soon, his breathing deepens and his head droops...

Staggering back down the steps...Aezi winds her way to the warmth of the fire place to there curl up and sleep upon the warm rock hearth.

Storyteller Note:


If you have not already please do "Step 10" on my profile and make sure you understand the rules to the game.

Also I recommend you to add those who have joined the game to your friends list. They are listed on my profile. Try to form a group of 4 or 5 players together to meet at the same time and day so a campaign can be played. You can either email each other or try to create a group or try to meet here in the Green Dragon's Inn by playing your character acting like you want that adventurer to tag along with you outside the tavern. None can leave the tavern unless you are in a group. The magical barrier will not allow it otherwise.

I do campaigns twice a day

The first one is from 8pm to 11pm and the second is from 11pm to 1pm Eastern US time frame.

Good luck in building your character and surviving the Lands of Bavidirian.

The dark figure wakes with a start and for a moment has to think about where he is, then a thin smile spreads across his face, The green dragon, rumors of this place are rife for miles around. "Well i came here for a reason" he says to himself.
Standing up he throws back his cloak and hood and strides over to the bar. "Barman" his voice only betraying the barest hint of an accent "I belive i need a word"
Sanding back to wait he passes his eyes over the other drinkers in the dragon.
"My name is Sypher" voice loud and clear so all can hear him. "And i am here to burn that name on the pages of history forever!" he turns back to the bar and says "A drink for anyone that will fight by my side, barman your best grapan liquor."

Boromir smiles as he grabs some of Hilly Dangar's finest grapan liquor out of a cabinet and pours its content in small slender glasses. He then sets the bottle next to the glasses and watches intently who will grab a glass.

after descending the stairs and entering the main area, zero looks around at the faces of the tavern. feeling the effects of the ale, she asks the barkeep for a glass of water.

Scomail appears out of the shadows and pours a glass of water for Zero, pretends to pour something in it and smailes his biggest fake smile.

zero raises the glass to him, and pounds it all while glaring at him. when finished, she calmly and silently placed the glass back down and smiled.

"SO MZ Minatoor" Ever concider a Horn removal? zeems to me thayd git in za vey

hearing this question, zero remains silent and smiling.
"ever consider a bath?" she asks in return.

HAHAHAH I BATHE in the blood of my enemies.
You do not care for my aroma? Better than smeelin like BS HAHAHAHAHA

zero could feel her anger growing. she hated that all-too-easy to pick up cow/bull thing. her hand finds the worn handle of her blood-stained axe and with terrifying speed draws it and buries it 4 inches deep into the bar.

As Zero Looks up she feels the keen edge of a simitar pressing into her cheek and Scomail standing behind her. "Temre temper my horned freind, I am appointed to keep this bar safe and would hate for your freind to learn your blood was split here because of your impetuance

turning to face him, zero places both hands on scomails shoulders and lifts him away from her.

"make no bovine references towards me and we shall get along just fine."

scomail , amazed at her strength, Sheaths his simitar and laughs " Fair enough, My apologies"
Bowing slightly never taking his eyes off hers

"i dont think weve been properly introduced. my name is zero." she says to the ominous and apparently very quick elf.