Dnd Story 12

* Jonathan Lyon DM: The unfamiliar bar was unusually busy on account of the mid winter festivities, raucous laughter filled the ears, the scent of stale beer filled the nostrils and strong ales deadened the senses of it's patrons. The high light of the evening had been the knife thrower who had sent blade after blade into the turning hard wood board, dangerously close to his assistant. After the death defying act he had casually clambered down from the stage and entered the crowd greeting those who approached him with an easy smile and amicable banter but ever moving toward a group of travellers who had recently entered Stives. They were not hard to miss, a stunning assassin of deadly repute with ties to the guild, a portly druid whose antics were matched only by his command over the earth magic that served him and the Orc horse who strode on two legs. After navigating the labyrinth of adoring fans and onlookers the knife thrower sat down opposite his new audience and flashed them hi best award winning smile.
Jonathan Lyon Kroq: The tavern was already irritating Kroq, too crowded and too much noise, the parchment thin temper of the colossal barbarian was already beginning to fray and someone was holding a candle to it to find the damage. He disliked the city Stives almost as much as the stupid mittens he was forced to wear while travelling by airborne rag. They had arrived at mid day and wanted to leave by an hour past. The smell from the harbour offended his heightened reptilian senses and the blue smoke from the braziers surrounding the Tavern was cloying to his eyes. What irked him the most was he had been out of Loqua for two days and hadn't hit anyone in as many hours. The entertainment had kept him mildly distracted for a short time but the crooning of the pointy eared toothpicks that had not long since clambered onto the stage was stretching his last nerve. All of a sudden the fop who was good with the knives invited himself in to the very selective...