Pete's second shadowrun adventure: The Well of Wyrd

[Roman Totale]

Firenza does indeed turn up quite a bit later, seemingly having hitch hiked at least the last part of the journey. Her comlink is not switched on.

Upon seeing the others she gives them a curt nod.

[deject]

Ah, you all are here at the beckoning of Mr. Blake yes? Shall we head in?

[HereComesPete]

So, with the exception of Lex you're all going inside then?

[Dog Pants]

I think so.

[HereComesPete]

Okay. As you file up and move toward the door you notice that there's two huge troll bouncers on the door. They're in leathers and shades, hanging back in the shadows of the porch out of the sun.

As you move toward them one of them holds up a huge hand the size of a dustbin lid.

You can't bring weapons and helmets in here little men. Lady can keep staff unless she hits people wiv it. You's pointy ears better not run your moufs in here cos a few of the boys ain't as nice as us.

The other one points at a set of lockers next to him.

You's hand over your stuff an we's put it in dem lockers. You get the key and everywun is happy an can drink an play pool!

[Dog Pants]

Jasper shrugs and hands over his squirter.

[deject]

What, you going to pat me down?

Alvrin begins taking off his helmet and katana while waiting for a response.

[HereComesPete]

Nah, cos we know you's aint silly an dat you'sll leave your stuff wiv us. If you use summat inside that you shudda left here then we'se will rip you inta bits if fellas inside don first. Simple innit.

An if fellas starts on youse wiv stuff they aint menna have then we'll rip dem inta bits. Is nice an quiet here, except for the okkasiunal glassin to der face an stuff, but dats just a bit o fun really.

[deject]

Now why would I start anything?

Alvrin takes off the rest of his weapons and hands them over.

I'm sure you guys can handle any trouble that comes up. And don't worry me starting anything. I know how to keep quiet.

[HereComesPete]

See, dat wernt so bad.

He opens the door after the other bouncer takes your equipment and passes you the keys to the lockers.

As you go through the door you enter a room that is empty of anything except another door and a hatchway, above the hatchway is a sign saying cloakroom. There's a disinterested ork woman chewing bubblegum and painting her nails whilst watching the beat up old screen in the corner. A few empty rails sit behind her, only one has a few hangers on with beat up leather jackets hanging on them. She ignores you, merely waving her hand at the other set of doors in response to your stares.

[Roman Totale]

Thank you gentlemen

Now then, which of you fellows is going to follow suit and buy a lady a drink? A glass of water will suffice.

[Dog Pants]

Water? Nah whut y'all wanna go drinkin' that fo' dawlin'? Whut y'all fellers havin'? Mah momma'd fit 'f ah di'unt ews dem ma-nners she taught me.

Jasper orders two rums, water, and whatever anyone else wants. In response to the two rums, should anyone ask or look questioningly,

Weeyal sheeit, one'o'us gonna havta drink for da chawma, 'n ahm buyin'.

[deject]

First round on me then.

Alvrin won't have any booze, but instead join the hippy lady in the glass of water.

[HereComesPete]

Okies, as you go through the doors the ork lady pointed at, arguing about buying drinks you walk through into a building modelled on a Viking long hall.

There's a series of long tables hewn from tree trunks, the benches are the same, grooves worn into the smooth wood from hundreds of patrons. They all span the edges of the room, the middle is dominated by a large fire and a wrestling pit. The fire isn't giving off heat, the magicians amongst you recognise it to be an illusion, a very good one. There's a couple of old ladies raking the sand in the pit, which is sunk about three foot into the ground. Old stains cover the sand and the stink of sweat and fear still clings to the room, seems the pit was busy last night.

The bar is at the far end from the doors, an array of optics, huge wooden barrels and pumps, an ork lady who looks exactly the same as the one sitting disinterestedly upstairs is wiping the same bit of bar repeatedly whilst watching the small battered monitor hanging above the bar.

As you move past the pit and the fire you notice Anytime sitting on a high stool by the bar, next to him a huge troll stands, a bucket of ale in hand. He's wearing Spikes colours.

Anytime appears mid conversation, but he reaches behind the troll and points at a dim corner where a few booths are set up, then holds up a finger.

[deject]

Alvrin will go take a seat then.

[Dog Pants]

Think I'll order my drinks from the other end of the bar...

[HereComesPete]

Think I'll order my drinks from the other end of the bar...

You approach the bar at the far end to Anytime and the troll he's whispering to whilst the others take their seats in the shadows. Helpfully the ork woman looks up at you and says in a loud voice

What you want leaf eater? Can't you see I'm watchin?

Both Anytime and the troll stop talking and turn to look at you as you stand at the bar.

[Dog Pants]

Time to turn on the ol' Southern charm.

I ain't wanna stop y'all watchin' dawlin', jus' want me a coupl'o drinks 'sall. Y'all can put a leaf inna rum doh, ef y'all like.

I don't have any skills, but I do have 7 charisma and a slightly camp manner.

[HereComesPete]

I rolled you a con.

She shows you more tusk, it looks a little scary but after a few seconds you work out she's smiling.

Aww, you got yourself a fine old voice on you. It don't matter none, it's on a break anyway. What you want?

Anytime taps the troll on the arm and they go back to talking, seems you've got away with charming the barmaid.

[Dog Pants]

Well I'll have me a big ol' rum, a coupla glasses o' wahter for the chawmas, 'n somethang fo y'self dawlin.