The dwarf sat cross the room took one last mouthful of ale, and throw the mug on the floor. It broke as it crashed a landing. He punched the table loudly as he stood up. Face reddened by the liqor, the dwarf is half drunk. He seemed to still have a sense of direction because he walked towards the group's table unmistakingly.

"Aye dun like ye attitude!" Waves of odor poured through his breath, he kicked the chair where the halfling sat "whats ye business here???"


OOC: When the bully starts drinking, one can sure expect trouble ;)

<font color=plum>"Hey! Get away from my chair!" Lucre shouted at the dwarf, "Say sorry now before my friends get angry!".

Byronas quickly got up and said Lucre "Hey, Lucre don't cause any problems and you dwarf sit down and down cause troubles" Byronas said and quickly sat back to his chair. Then he whispered to Odin "Something evil is here. I can feel it! My sword is shining which means evil is somewhere nearby. We better prepair for fight."

OOC: If you want not to give my own details 250 then tell me not to do it. Yeah, the phrase "I can feel it!" is from LotR. I really like that phrase!

Regin grabbed the dwarf's collar and yelled:
*Dunnae disturb me and me friends when we are drinking our ale, dog! Either run as fast as ye can out'a dat door, or ye face my axe! Choose!*
He threw the man on the ground and sat down again, taking a gulp of his ale...
*Well?*

The dwarf shoved Regin's hand aside roughly, then grabbed Regin's mug and drunk a mouthful liqor. He belched loudly, then lightingly fast, smashed the mug into Regin's head. The group shouted a surprised warning as Regin, totally caught off guard by the attack, backstepped and twisted to get out of harm's way. The mug hit the corner of the rockhard dwarf's head and shattered into pieces.

The men sat in the corner tensed, one stood up, hands going for his weapon. The Inn is about to explode

OOC: Byronas, you have a set of platmail, given by Lord Wolfsheim

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<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by 250:
OOC: Odin Magnus check PM<hr></blockquote>

OOC: Done. Sorry for the delay, but I am kinda busy with schoolwork at the moment, so I can only log on for a few hours each weekday. I am totally booked on weekends. Just for three months though... then I might start working for four months.

Going to try to contribute now.

<font color="gray">Odin Magnus had tried to keep a low profile... but apparently it was not him that needed to stay stealthy... ...</font>

OOC: Okay, okay, so it was actually because I could not post in here for quite some time... but let us not take that into consideration. ;)

<font color="gray">He had already kind of anticipated that things would go downhill... after all, he was dealing with Dwarves here, and to make matters worse, one of them was drunk. Sir Byronas was a fine lad, he had passion, and with proper tutelage, would make a worthy example of a noble Paladin, but he needed more experience.

Odin had nodded knowingly at Sir Byronas's comment with regards to the black-clothed men. Truth be told, Odin had been observing them as well, the moment the party had stepped into the inn. Thanks to the current scuffle that was developing, it would seem that they were going to use the distraction to their advantage, doing whatever it was that they intended to do. Whatever it was, it surely could not have been with good intentions.

The drunken Dwarf had to be subdued fast, the fight prevented. They were weary, all of them, and despite all their new equipment, Odin did not relish another fight. So when Lucre, Regin and Sir Byronas were 'negotiating' with the Dwarf, Odin had been preparing a spell. Nobody really noticed his hand movements as he manipulated them under the table, and his chantings were drowned out by the rowdy voices of the would-be combantants.

When he finally finished the spell, Ghoul Touch. Odin calmly walked towards the drunken Dwarf who was now trying to smash poor Regin's head. So engrossed was the Dwarf in trying to hit Regin, that he did not notice Odin's quiet approach from behind and as he laughed gloatingly at Regin, Odin swiftly placed his hands around the Dwarf's neck, paralysing him, causing the Dwarf to choke violently on his own ale and spit.

Struggling for breath, the Dwarf collapsed and twitched until he lay rigid as stone due to the Ghoul Touch spell taking full effect.

Nonchalantly, Odin kicked the Dwarf in the chest, causing ale to spurt out from the Dwarf's mouth. It was not a malicious attack however, but rather... an unconventional method to clear the Dwarf's air passageways, so that the Dwarf would not suffocate.

There was a hush over the bar as the scene was unfolding, and Odin broke the silence, while keeping the black-clothed men within his eyesights at all times.

"Drinks are on us... ..."

Lucre gaped angrily at Odin, but there was no turning back now, for the whole inn erupted in cheers at the genenorisity of the aging Mage and his party.

Still fuming, Lucre barked at Odin, "You are going to make us into leaping paupers! What if we cannot afford it!"

A bit shaky now, Odin replied, "Now, now... I needed some way to relieve the tension in the inn... and it seemed like the best option at that time. Besides... I am sure that we can somehow make Lord Gregor take the tab for us... worse come to worst... I just hope you know how to clean dishes... ..."

Lucre groaned and went to help Regin back up, who was still a little dazed.

Unfortunately... Odin got distracted by the conversation with Lucre, and lost sight of the blacked-clothed men. A bit worried, Odin went to Sir Byronas and inquired him,

"Could you cast Detect Evil and see whether you can sense the presence of the black-clothed men? Unless you saw where they went to?"</font>

Regin felt a tinge in his stomache. Something hot is burning. He blushed his blurry eyes with his hand. "By Moridin's beard, I dunnae the drunk rat hit me that hard." he mumbled. But it doesnt feel right, why is his legs shaking. Breathing heavily, he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

The trouble making dwarf now lay on the floor, rigid. He moaned and gagged, trying futilely to move his inflexible muscle. The mouthful of ale he took from Regin's mug is all vomitted, thanks to Odin's well placed kick. "Free me, ye dogs!!" the dwarf cursed loudly "ye'll regret fer doing this!!"

The inn went back to a relaxed atmosphere. The patrons resumed their own drinking, leaving the party to deal with the now-settled conflict.

Looking around, Odin discovered the inn owner and the two black leathered men are nowhere to be found.

Regin: Poisoned
Detect Evil: no effect

Regin was so surprised he had been caught off guard, that he knew something was wrong..
The strange feeling in his stomach confirmed this..
*Paladin, do ye got a slow poison spell on ye..I can need it..*, he said, and stumbled towards a chair..
*Hurry up dammit!*, he yelled at Byronas and then slowly fell on to the floor...

"I would try, Regin" Byronas said and started preparing the spell. Then sudenly his hands lighted and touched Regin. "I hope this will help you a bit, my friend" Byronas said with a proud expression at his face. It was the first time he "healed" a person and he was proud he made it. "We have to find those men." Byronas said. "Odin would you come with me?"

OOC: 250, do I have my sword or ahother usual? If I can use my sword tell me to send you its stats ;)