Let's go get us a drink. Find a nearby tavern or something, perhaps?

You are Arelia the Tiefling, and your only friend has disappeared. You went, over the past year, from being a homeless, shunned orphan to being the still shunned, but no longer homeless Blacksmiths Apprentice, under the Dwarven Smith Rorik Stonehammer.

You have just received a box full of his notes and plans, from before and after his becoming a Paladin of the Holy Order. He seems to have taken the cleansing of the ruins of Stragenschloss, a Castle that mysteriously exploded centuries ago.

Previous Thread here http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/18560844/

You are a Tiefling of no great strength or ability. The only thing separating you from humanity, other than your bright red skin, horns, and tiny wings, is the ability to weave fine silk from glands in your mouth and climbing on walls. You have no combat training whatsoever.

Actions are suggested, not rolled for. If I ask for a dice roll, it will be to determine the success or failure of an action, and all rolls are 1d20.

You are standing outside a small bakery, having just bought and eaten two apple tarts. It is a spring afternoon.

>Action?

(Right, sorry for making another thread, but the other isn't bumping. And I can't delete it for some reason.)

Execute a tactical roll to quickly reach cover. This provides a chance for your health and shields to regenerate, as well as grant an accuracy bonus from firing from cover.

Lets see if it bumps now.

It seems to, so it should be fine.

Hmm. Maybe we should look at the other shops, if there's other shops?

>>18575673
Yep, it does.

>>18575663
We should study those notes more thoroughly in the future.
As what to do now? Hard decision, must be the first time in life that we had "free time" to do anything we like.
I suggest we look into sewing training so that we can make better clothes with our silk.
Or combat training.

>>18575659
this action is as good as any

>>18575693

Could sit down in a tavern while looking through our notes and studying...

Try and find true love.

>>18575663
Return to your home and learn your new trade, and maybe some combat skills.

You consider executing a tactical roll.

Screw that! You aren't nearly limber enough. You're pretty sure you'd pull something, with all those acrobatic shenanigans.

Having nothing to do, you search around for the nearest Tavern. You find the Roasted Pig, a hole in the wall that isn't too skeezy.

Walking inside, you get stares. A lot of stares, You can hear grumbling and mumbling about "Damn dirty Tieflings" and such and sundry.

Sitting down by the counter, you ask the Bartender for something strong. Living with a Dwarf, you've developed a taste for stronger alchohol. Thankfully, you've got the liver for it, and have discovered that you can hold your liquor.

He brings you a clear, strong-smelling liquid that vaguely reminds you of potatoes in a dirty glass.

>Action?

>>18575729

Blink. Then knock it down.

Let's see if this steadies our nerves for studying a little...

>>18575729
do NOT down the potato liquor. ask for some bread to go with it. and study your master's notes.

>>18575729
Well, just relax for a change and meanwhile do this >>18575704

It's not like we came here with exact purpose.
Just don't start any fights.

>>18575748
Those aren't really study material. More like data which we want to examine more deeply.

>>18575762

Let's do this. We've got reading and figuring-out to do.

>>18575762
>>18575768

You guys have it wrong. Those are personal notes of our friend before he went away. There isn't really a mystery to crack or some knowledge to learn.
No one told us to do it either.

There's a blue tiefling somewhere that was made for us.

>>18575790
>Blacksmiths Apprentice, under the Dwarven Smith Rorik Stonehammer.
he's your master in trade

>You have just received a box full of his notes and plans
they are your master's notes

>>18575790

... oh, I wasn't really implying that, more figuring out as in figuring out what info's in it.

Mystery or no mystery, we're better off reading while sober, so leave the liquor aside for the moment.

You ask for some bread to go along with the liquor. The bartender grumbles, before you grease his palms with a few copper coins. Too much for what he brings, which is a small loaf and a knife to cut it with.

As you cut the bread into slices, you put the box up and start reading through Keiths notes.

They aren't organized in any way, having been thrown into the box haphazardly alongside a small book. You read through the notes first, before cracking open the small book.

The notes are plans and diagrams, cross-referencing local legends about the Castle. Most of them refer to undead inhabiting the lower levels, which were discovered after the structure was destroyed. The Noble Family had been accused of consorting with Demons, and summoning them for depraved rituals.

Nothing was ever proven, however.

The diary, however, chronicles Keiths training as a Paladin. Before taking the test, he was frightened of what would happen. Though he took to the combat training, heraldry, and monstrous knowledge like a duck to water, he was full of trepidation about the Test.

Whatever the Test is, or was, is never revealed. After taking it, he suddenly becomes...obsessed. Driven towards hunting evil and exterminating it wherever it may be fine.

>Action?

>>18575834
Herp a derp, that was a mistake on my part. I need to work on formatting things better.

See what his diaries say about us personally.
After that, just relax. Finish the drink and then leave.

Thankfully, Keith put dates on individual pages. You check the pages around the time he met you.

They mention a "Tiny little thing of a Tiefling". Initially, they're rather condescending, speaking about how he thought that you were adorable and needed as much help as possible. However, it seems that he slowly grew to view you as a younger sister in need of protection. He constantly worried about you. Every time you had a new bruise or scrape he couldn't stop thinking about the source.

It seems that he liked you.

aww, that's cute

Too bad he's been brainwashed by the paladins now, and we don't really have any power and know-how to bring him back.

Pay for the drink. Leave the tavern. Go back to the smithy.
Ask Rorik if he can teach you more advanced stuff since we don't have many orders right now.

>>18575981
Don't approach him on this matter yet. instead, continue with your Smith training, and broach the subject of combat training, when next you meet him.

That's good after being hated for so long we have 3 people who genuinely cares for us. In return we can't let Keith be something hes not; which this test has obviously done something to him. Lets train for a while. Maybe get a weapon and then go after him.

>>18576024
maybe we can share our concerns with Rorik before hand? It didn't look like he liked the paladins and leaving like that to go on a quest would be so disrespectful for all the kindness he showed.
I don't really want to go 'save' Keith myself actually.

>>18575886
Get home, prepare provisions for getting to the castle, acquire a nice dagger and a good pile of rope.

With our wall climbing we ought to be able to bypass a lot of stuff and hopefully we'll be able to bug out and run like fuck at the first sight of danger, but we can't just abandon one of the few people who cares about us.

>>18576057
We really should let Rorik know about this before we go on fool-hardy adventure.
Remember, we have absolutely NO SKILLS required to survive the wilderness. We're just a little, 15 year old girl right now. We can't just leave like that.

>>18576057
if we go this route, then we must prepare for an epic revelation.

You pay for the drink and leave the tavern, wandering back to the smithy. Rorik is working away on inscribing runes into the breastplate of a long-standing order. He's been working on it for quite a while, you recall.

"Rorik?"

He grunts. He's not being rude. Having known him for a while, you recognize when he's absorbed in his work.

"Do you think you could maybe teach me some more...advanced techniques?"

He stop mid swing with a tiny hammer on the pick pressed against the plate. He turns to you, an eyebrow raised.

"Well...are y'sure you want to commit yourself to smithing like that, love? I don't teach runework and what have you to anyone but an apprentice."

>>18576134
Yes, I do want to learn smithing, it's a good trade that after what you have done for me I would be proud to devote my life to.

But I also want to learn how to fight, one of the few people who I care about has gone missing and I intend to look for him. Give him the gist of the Keith situation and ask his advice.

Meet with Rorik and experiment with new forging techniques, not only will this help increase our strength, but we might be able to make improvements over standard weapons and armour.

Ask Rorik if he knows how to fight, and ask for training, mention our missing friend and express worry.

Condense your combat training into a montage played to either Eye of the Tiger or You're the Best

Say yes. This is a golden oppurtunity. Hes basically giving you a living. Something you would be set for life no matter where you went. Smithing is needed everywhere.

Tell him you accept. Then tell him about Keith. Everything you know and ask his opinion on what to do. You care for him, maybe not like that but hes your first friend outside this man and his wife and Keith has been changed against his will.

>>18576134
Well, when I suggested this, I mostly wanted to learn basic smiting (since as right now we don't really do anything but just help out).

Yeah, we'd like to be able to work smithy better.

"It's an honorable profession, Rorik. I'd love to be your apprentice."

He rubs his chin through his thick beard for a moment.

"I didn't think I'd be taking an apprentice...But you've been honest, hardworking help. I don't say this often but...I'd be right proud to be your teacher."

He puts out his hand, and you shake.

"Right girl, we'll start out with a test. I want y'to make me a shirt o' chain, and there better not be a ring out of place! I know y've watched me enough to do it yerself. You can work on it at night when I'm done with the forge."

>Action?

>>18576283
I will do my utmost best, before I start work on this I would like to talk with you about something. Tell him the Keith situation get advice on that and ask about combat training as well.

>>18576283
Well then, we'd better make the best damn chain-mail that we can!
Is there anything we can do beforehand to ensure best results?

We ciould start be gathering the stuff needed to make it. Since we won't have access to the forge till tonight we might as well take a nap so we are fresh. Make sure to setup everything before hand so you can easily get to it though.

We also might want to make some padding but that depends on how long it takes to do so.

Before he stomps off to bed, you stop Rorik.

"What do y'need now?"

"Well...I was wondering, do you know anything about fighting?"

"Ach, I don't know a thing, girl. I was in the militia just like anyone in the clans, but that was almost a hundred years ago. It's been too long. Why d'ye ask?"

You hesitate, slightly, before telling him.

"It's...it's my friend Keith. He, well, he's a paladin and he was my friend and now he's gone missing. I don't know what to do about it!"

He puts a hand on your shoulder.

"The best thing y'can do is wait for him. You don't want him worrying about you going and and searching for him, do you? He's probably just got his hands full for the moment. He's a Paladin, he knows what he's doing."

>reAction?

>>18576475
I just can't help but worry, he changed, after the Paladin Test everything about him changed, instead of being himself his diary shows how he changed from being worried about the test to being obsessed and overly zealous, he was particularly obsessed about Stragenschloss, do you know anything about that place?

>>18576475
He's right. Even if Keith was in trouble we really can't do anything, we just don't have the skills and experience.

>action

>>18576312
>>18576375
these

"But, he changed so much after he took the test. He became obsessed with Stragenschloss...do you know anything about it?"

"No, I don't. Stop worrying about him, it'll only ruin your heart."

With that, Rorik goes off to bed, leaving you alone in the forge.

Having nothing else to do, you begin working on a chain shirt, as instructed. It's long, tiresome, difficult work.

You're barely done with a section the size of your palm before you go to bed, feeling disappointed.

(Right, you guys up for another timeskip? You guys get to decide the length of it, and what you do during that time.)

>>18576576
Six months, improve forging skills. If there's a library, start attempting to go there to research more about the castle.

>>18576576
3 months, learn forging, go to the library and research the castle and also try to become at least decently read. See if we can find someone willing to teach us to fight.

Lets take a couple months. While we wait lets try to get a bit more in shape. Use our wall climbing to practice falling from heights properly. Try to find someone who will teach us how to use a dagger or shortsword. Finally pour our heart and soul into learning Smithing. We can't let Rorik down.

Visit Keith's mother every week or so. Since she is the one who would receive word of him. Timeskip should end when she receives word from him or he comes back.

>>18576576
For timeskip:
-Improve smithing skills
-Improve sewing skills (working with our silk and such)
-Forge self a sword and get combat training somewhere, from someone
-Keep visiting soup kitchen and such but do not get fat, keep in shape.

Length of the timeskip: about 3-4 months.

Learn sewing skills (working with our silk and such)

For the next few months, you practice endlessly in Roriks forge, learning the ins and outs of the trade. The work hardens you, developing muscle and shedding the pudge you had developed. Alongside smithing, you use the glands in your mouth to produce all manner of clothing. While without a teacher, you become...passable in the craft, and make some extra coin selling the incredibly soft cloth to merchants.

Searching for a teacher in the trade of battle, you find that the only one willing to show you how to swing a sword and block a blow is a retired adventurer, a grey-haired, brown skinned Elf. The drunken sod eats up most of your spare change, having you pay for his tab often. However, he does teach you whatever he learned as an adventurer. However, most of his training is in the practical. When to run, when to hide, what to eat and what to leave behind.

You gain a few more inches, and realize that you are now taller than most of the men you know, and having the rigors of blacksmithing and the Elven training, stronger as well. You're no muscle-bound barbarian, but you do have to account for your biceps when sewing sleeves for yourself.

You've been checking in with Keiths mother every week, buying an Apple tart every time. She never knows anything.

However...

6 months later, as fall begins to set in, you wander into the bakery to see a familiar face.

There's the beginnings of a beard there, and a few scars, and the expression harder but...

It's Keith!

He turns to you, and a smile crosses his face. He's no longer looking down at you, but in your eyes, you notice.
"Arelia? By the Gods, you've grown quite a bit! How have you been?"
He holds out his arms for a hug.

>>18576780
> He's no longer looking down at you, but in your eyes, you notice.
You mean he is no longer higher than us or do you mean he is smug?

>action
Hug back.
Ask where he has been and why he went away for so long.

>>18576780
Give him a big hug, see if we're able to lift him, tell him how worried we've been about him, don't press him much about his adventures, if he wants to he'll do so in his own time.

Invite him back to the blacksmithy so we can show him how much we've improved. We should make him a scarf or hat out of our silk when we have a chance.

You return the hug, squeezing as hard as you can and lifting him off his feet. Even if he's not wearing full armour, it's still quite a feat, as Keith has always been a large man.

Once he's back down on his feet, and has caught his breath again, you question him on where he's been.

"Keith, I've been worried sick! Where have you been, what have you been doing, why have you-"

"One at a time, Arelia, I just got back! I've been off to Stragenschloss, didn't mother give you my notes? I'll tell you about it later, but in the meantime, what's gotten into you? Last I saw you, you barely came up to my shoulder and still needed help fetching buckets of water!"

"Oh, forgework, mostly. It's difficult, y'know."

"Oh, that reminds me, I'll need to see Rorik about a new chestplate. Unless you think you can fix it?"

"What happened to it?"

"A troll happened to it." He says, as he raises up his shirt, revealing a long, thick, ropey scar. Also revealing quite a bite of muscle.

>Reaction?

>>18576945
>>Reaction?
Get a look at the chestplate. If we think we can fix it, then do it! Give it the best we've got, make sure we will make the highest quality product for our good friend. Even put in the comfortable silk padding on the interior.

Also tell him that he has to tell us what he has been up to

>>18576945
Nasty scar, nice abs. I can fix it, probably, I haven't spent six months working at the forge for nothing, I keep this up I'll be taller that you. Give me some time and I'll also make the best and most comfortable Gambesson you've ever worn, consider it a thank you present for coming back alive.

So how was your adventure, rescue any blushing maidens from evil wizards?

We're basically the voices in a girl's head, arguing over the best course her life should take.

>>18577069
That's quest threads!

>>18577069
Pretty much, I theorize that all quest characters are undiagnosed sufferers of severe Dissociative identity Disorder.

"Show me the chestplate, maybe I can fix it."

He brings you around back, where there are a couple of bags and barrels full of assorted junk. Small statues, old coins, and other old things.

He pulls his chestplate out from under something. It's practically been ripped in half by the trolls blow.

You have no idea how Keith could have survived something that tore through his armor like butter.

And you don't think it can be fixed. It's practically two seperate pieces. Rorik would call it a waste of time, when you could more easily make a new piece.

>What do you tell him?

>>18577135
Well, tell him that. We could make him a new one instead.
Do we have the skills needed to make him a brand new chestplate?

>>18577160
You've been taught how to make most pieces of full plate by now, but not how to inscribe the intricate runes that make it a truly effective piece of armour against evil.

>>18577135
It served its purpose well and protected you from death. I'm sorry to tell you this, but it's utterly fucked.

I'll make you a new one that will hopefully serve you for a long time, though I'll need Roric's help with the runic work.

>>18577135
Perhaps we could incorporate the pieces of his old armour into a new set?

"Uhm...it's ripped in half. It'd be easier to just make a new one. I've gotten good enough to do a chestpiece like this, though Rorik would still have to do the runes."

>>18577171
We could make the armor personally and have Rorik inscribe runes later, right?

"Keith, it's been ripped in half. I can make a new piece, but Rorik will have to do the runes. Do you want me to maybe melt this down and incorporate it into the new piece?"

"Oh. Alright then, if you want to..." He looks a bit disappointed.

"Well, do you want to come with me to the forge, get a price worked out with Rorik? He won't let me do it for free, you know."

"I don't know, I'm rather tired. Just get him to agree to something fair and I'll come over tomorrow. Wait, when do you think it'll be done?"

"Within a few days, most likely. Why?"

"I'll just come over in 5 days then. I need to talk to the other Paladins anyway."

"Oh, alright then."

"Thanks for everything, Arelia. I'll see you around."

He hands you the broken pieces of his chestplate and starts sorting through his loot, noting things down on a piece of parchment.

Feeling unwelcome, you go back to the Forge and talk it over with Rorik.

He grumbles about how in his day, even friends paid full price, but you get him to let you do it yourself, and have him inscribe the runes for a small price. If he doesn't pay, it'll come out of your wages.

>Action, or timeskip to the finishing of the Breastplate?

>>18577337
Can't think of anything to really do other than keep up on our sword lessons with the Elf. So a timeskip works just fine.

Though we really haven't seen any of Rorik's wife.

>>18577337
I don't mind timeskip.

Though perhaps we could meet with Keith after he met paladins to talk to him, see what he was up to all this time.

timeskip.

say, how much cash do we have?

You keep up your sword lessons with the elf. He finally tells you his name, or at least, lets it slip while talking to the barkeep. Tryn.

One night, while sleeping in your pile of rags, you hear someone coming down the stairs. Its Roriks wife, Alva. She's much darker skinned than Rorik, almost brown, and her hair is a rich red.

"Arelia, love, don't you think it's time you stopped sleeping down here by the casks?"

Still somewhat sleepy, you mumble wordlessly.

"Love, come upstairs. Our sons bed has been empty too long, I think you can use it."

She leads up to her sons room, a cozy affair. The bed has the thickest blankets you've ever felt drape across you.

She even leaves a glass of warm milk for you. You protest while she's there, saying that you're a bit old for warm milk, but you drink it anyway when she leaves. It's delicious, by the way.

Eventually, the breastplate is finished, and Rorik finishes the runes in record time.

Keith comes over, eventually, asking for the breastplate.

>Action?

(You have about 25 silvers saved up, a tidy sum.)

>>18577471
Present it to him with pride, and offer to put it on for him in order to test the fit.

>>18577471
Give him a hug, lead him into the workshop and take him to his breastplate and make sure it fits properly. Tell him that Rorik is charging a pittance for the rune work, probably more out of stubborn principle than anything else.

After that ask if he has any plans, if not drag him to a nearby park and have a nice picnic. Sandwiches, some light ale and a nice sunny day.

That'll be a sight for people to see, a new paladin sharing lunch with a fit Tiefling still probably covered in soot from the forge.

>>18577471
We should totally get something for Alva. Maybe we could make her an excellent dress fit for a dwarf woman (make sure that it suits dwarven fashions and not something else).

We could take up some quick sewing lessons to make sure we get best result

>>18577471
What did we do with our box & doll? I hope we kept them.

>>18577639
Dunno about the box but we took the doll with us when we moved

You give him a crushing hug, and lead him into the workshop. Presenting to him the new breastplate with a sense of pride in your heart. He smiles.

"Do you want help trying it on? I wove the padding myself."

"Sure, I'd love to."

You help him with the straps, eventually getting the thing on.

"Do you, maybe, want to go out for a picnic?" You ask him, a bit shyly.

He blushes himself, stumbling out a "Sure, yeah."

You silently grab some bread and light ale, making sandwiches from some meat in the icebox.

You walk down to the City Park, a small affair near the noble quarters. Only Keiths Paladin status convinces the guards to let you in, however.

You sit down next to him under a tree and start munching on sandwiches and drinking. You brought an entire cask, though a small one, along with two mugs.

>Is there anything you talk about?

>>18577700
>Is there anything you talk about?
His adventures. He's one of the cities heroes now. Protecting everyone from EVIL!

>>18577700
So tell me about your adventure, all I know so far is that Stragenschloss and a troll were somehow involved, rescue any fair maidens from elaborate death traps or give any epic speeches about the power of good?

>>18577700
Dunno, tell him what we've been doing, and that we've missed him and that we were worried ,why did he leave without saying anything?

>>18577700
"I was worried about you. Your notes seemed so... different, as if written by another person after you took the test."

"You have to tell me about your adventures...it was in Stragenschloss, right? And what about that troll?"

He looks away, before beginning to talk.

"Me and the other trainees took the test together and...I can't even describe it. It just...filled me with fervor, with drive! And then they told us about what was inside Stragenschloss. About the filth and evil inside it...I couldn't stop thinking about it! So I made the preparations, and I went alongside another recruit into the castle, along with some hirelings."

"And?"

"It was...terrible. We were slaughtered as soon as we went in and...I don't even know how I survived. They preyed upon us from the dark, waited till we slept, ambushed us at every turn."

"And...and..."

(I'll continue this later, I have to go babysit babby nephew. I'll be on tomorrow at 5-6 PM.)

>>18577821
See you then, shame about the nephew.

>>18577821
Man, OP, I get into the thread just in time to see you leave. Thanks though, I like the character thus far.

Hoping for Op to return bump

bump

Keeping the thread alive bump.

bamp

bump

>>18587042
I'm gonna bump this up! Oh yeah!

Oh, uhm...this is still alive.

I can continue for about two hours, but then I gotta go. Lemme just start typing stuff up.

"We heard things."

"Oh? Like what?"

"There were voices, in our heads. We all heard them, but we could never find the source. They'd lead us off alone. They'd sound like crying women, or...whatever lured the others off."

His expression has turned hard over the course of his story.

"Ten of us went in, only two of us made it out alive."

He turns, and looks you in the eyes.

"And I'm going back."

>reAction?

>>18589115
"I guess I won't be able to convince you not to. Will you at least prepare properly this time?"

>>18589132

"Of course. We will be prepared, we will find the source of this evil, and we will purify it with holy flame."

He turns away, and for the rest of the picnic you both just sit there, eating and drinking in silence.
Eventually, the sun grows dim and Keith makes his farewells for now.

You walk back to Roriks smithy, alone for now. You're not quite sure how you feel about this.

You feel asleep in your bed, alone for now.

The next morning, you wake up, for once, hearing nothing. No sizzling of bacon, no furious bellows pumping, no nothing.

When you go downstairs, Rorik and Alva are gone.

This is quite unusual.

>Action?

>>18589231
Did they leave a note?

Searching around, you find a note by the icebox.

"Arelia, we're off to meet our son, Ulf, by the docks. He's coming back from his journeys to the west. Be back soon."

Huh. You always thought that their son would never come home. You're not sure how this is going to change things.

>Action?

err, no they wouldn't have left a note.

Say something like this.

I understand that. If it was you, or Rorik or Alva I would go back for them too. They were your friends, your companions. Only this time I don't want to stay here to wait and worry. I'm going with you Keith.

bleh misssed some things.. anyway I say we go with Keith once we confirm Rorik and Alva are alright.

>>18589290
Well, I guess we'll have to vacate the bed for the time being.

But I guess Rorik and Alva will be happy and that's all that counts, they've been so nice to us.

You wait for Rorik and Alva to return, working on a few orders that have been left alone for too long. You get some work done, before they return late at night, along with who you assume to be Ulf. He's tall, for a Dwarf, almost reaching your shoulder. His beard looks as if it was partially burned off, but proudly kept on instead of being trimmed. He's missing an eye and a few teeth...

Rorik and Alva invite you to come out to a tavern with them to celebrate Ulfs return.

>Reaction?

>>18589382
Could he be the other survivor from Keith's expedition?

Anyway, Rorik and Alva are happy, so that means we're happy. If they want us to tag along, we'll happily do so.

>>18589382
To the Pub. Introduce ourself to Ulf, greet him warmly, hope he doesn't make a big deal of our horns and red skin.

>>18589382
Great him warmly. Give as best an imitation of loving sibling as we can manage.

You leave for the pub along with the three dwarves.
Ulf talks endlessly about his trip across the ocean to the Western Continent. Though you doubt that half of it is true, he claims to have fought sea dragons, met fishmen, and discovered a land full of massive lizards the size of houses that hunted menfolk.

Once in the tub, you are...mostly ignored, actually, by Ulf. He acknowledges you when you speak directly to you, and he's polite enough, but both him and his parents are more concerned with Ulf than you. You try to be nice to him, but there's just no connection.

Eventually the grumbling, whispering men in the bar make a "Stand". The largest of them, a hulk of a man with no neck and no hair pulls you out of your chair and tells you to stop "Dirtying their inn."

>Action?

>>18589492
Politely ask him to let us go and mind his own business. If he tries anything funny, kick him in the nuts, then leg it.

>>18589492
Stare him down, tell him that we have every right to be here. I'm just grabbing some pints with my smithing master. Incidentally it wouldn't surprise me if I made a dagger, sword or piece armor that you used, and don't you know it's very bad luck to accost the maker of your weapons.

>>18589531
>>18589537
Let's not make a scene. Remember that we are rather used to such treatment.

Ask him to leave us be, if he persists, take our leave and continue our work. It might help with the frustration.

>>18589564
Probably the smartest idea. Let's not ruing our friend/family's evening.

>>18589623
>>18589564
Deep breath. Go home and cry onto some hot metal. No point in getting into a fight.

You stand back up on your own two feet, and glare at him.

"Leave me be. I have just the same right to be here as you."

He spits in your face, and as you wipe it out of your eyes, he pushes you to the ground.

Most of the tavern folk begin to laugh and jeer, but then you hear Ulfs growl over the crowd.

"Push her down one more time."

Ulf has gotten out of his seat, and he's glaring up at the hulk of a man. He's even rolled up his sleeves.

The hulk stares down at him, an incredulous expression on his face.

There are no words shared between them. You're not even sure who throws the first blow, but blows are shared between them.

As they begin fighting, you...

>What?

>>18589675
>As they begin fighting, you...
remember all those hours training with the elf. Try to knock the big guy out without hurting him too bad. A chair to the back, or something like that.

Make a bit of rope and loop it around the brute's neck. Choke him. Don't kill him obviously but don't let go until hes on his knees.

Afterwords thank Ulf. He obviously doesn't really care for you but he did a noble thing in defending you.

>>18589675
Hit him on the back with a chair or put him in a chokehold while Ulf punches him in the gut. Tag team the motherfucker.

>>18589675
Fight beside Ulf. He's fighting for us, it would be wrong not to help him.

>>18589712
Oh come on...
Uh, let's go with this one.

You stand back up as Ulf wrestles with the man. He's taking a lot of heavy blows, as a few other men join in. You pick up a chair, and get behind the hulk.

You slam it down on his head.

The char comes apart in your hands, leaving you with a leg in each hand. The big man falls to the floor, unconscious. Two men have Ulf pinned, before you strike them on the back with your chair legs. Everything becomes an adrenaline fueled haze, a red rage. You and Ulf fight for what seems like an eternity, until the guards eventually come along and break things up. Without letting you tell your story, you are clapped in manacles and tossed into jail for the night, in a cell with Ulf.

As he spits blood on the ground and wipes his face, he turns to you and smiles.

"You fight decently. For a tiefling."

>Reaction?

>>18589810
You're tall. For a Dwarf.

Nice to finally meet you.

>>18589810

befriend him and share our experiences in battle. teach each other about fighting methods

>>18589810
Chuckle. "Well, I'm actually surprised it went that well. I had to get training from an elf, nobody else would teach me. At least my first proper brawl was at the side of a dwarf. Think they serve ale in here?"

"You're tall. For a Dwarf."

He laughs, slapping you on the back.

"So, how'd y'think it went, eh? Did you see me bite off that milk-sops ear?"

You nod.

"I'm surprised it went that well...I've been getting lessons from an elf."

"Pffff. No wonder y'didn't know how to throw a punch. When we get out, I'll show you how to do it."

"Oh, and I'm sure you meant to catch every fall with your face."

You go back and forth like this into the night, until in the morning...

(Time for me to leave for the night. I'll be back at 2 PM tomorrow, EST, with some drawfaggotry of the Tiefling. See y'all then, sorry this session was so short.)

>>18589912
>sorry this session was so short.

Hey, we're getting some enjoyable entertainment for free. MOAR is always nice, but it's great you're here at all.

>>18589933
You kiddin' me. I'm having fun in this quest thread.

>>18589912
A-ok, OP. You run a fun quest.