RP:The Offer

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  • RP: THE OFFER


  • The Dragons Head Inn


When you enter the inn you are a little overwhelmed at first by the thick smoke that comes from pipes and cigars, the smell of beer, and the loud, cheerful music from fiddles, drums, and flutes. Many dwarves are gathered here, having a great time doing what dwarves like best. Some of them sing loud songs, accompanied by the music songs about true loves gone missing, the glory and mayhem of battle, about gaining and losing lots of gold. Some songs are even about all three at once. You can spot a table where you could sit and order some meals and drinks from the owner, Giolla, and have a smoke, or maybe you just want to listen to the music. In one corner you see a rather old dwarf, but much taller then the rest. He sits by himself, quietly playing some music on his harp. You wonder how he is able to hear anything with all the noisy business surrounding you, but you notice that all dwarves treat him with respect they even lower their voices when they are near him! To your west you see another room, where some dwarves are gathered, discussing something in loud voices. There is also a staircase going up, presumably to the rooms that this inn offers for rent, and you see an exit leading northwards. Next to that staircase rests a public board, presumably for detailing the events of Upper Craughmoyle.


Vasha sits at her usual table in the back of the tavern studying her latest find in the Mages Library, a half-filled glass next to her hand. As she hears the door open she looks up and recognizes Vargoth as he enters. Quickly she returns her attenttion back to her book and she hopes he doesn’t notice her.

Vargoth makes his way in through the door and he se’s Vasha sitting in the back of the dim room, “Are you following me or something?” he jests.

Glancing up she gives Vargoth a cold eyed look, “As if. You really should flatter yourself so. I‘d say your were stalking me.”

Vargoth chuckles, “Sounds like someone has a large ego.”

Vasha sputters for a moment, at a loss for words. An angry flush infuses her cheeks, “And who the hell do you think you are to insult me? Many find me desirable, both men and women.”

Vargoth gets two drinks and walks back over to Vasha, ~she was not to bad now was she~ he says this to himslef while hand he hands her a drink, "You got a nice arse and figure."

Vasha’s brown hued eye's popped wide open at the remark Vargoth had just made to her. Sputtering she says, "I truly don't believe you and the way your talking to me."

Vargoth shrugs, "What would you prefer for company, a man that lies or man that is honest and says what he thinks?"

Vasha taps her slender finger on her lower lip thinking over Vargoth’s question for a minute. Turning her eye's to him and giving the mage a half-smile she says, "I guess an honest one would be better." Settling back into her seat she picks up her glass and looks over the rim of it at him as she takes a sip. Toying with the stem as she places it back down on the table she asks, "So, are your from these lands?" Vargoth’s disformed face looks at her, Dunno, can't remember... Been trying to find a healer, are there any in this land .

Vasha reaches up to push back Vargoth's hood back, but stops with her hand hovering just short of the material. "May I? I do have some small skill with healing. It goes with the services I provide with doing runic tattoo's that give people slight powers and protections."

Vargoth pulls back his hood and shrugs, "See what you can do, I trust you for some reason."

Vasha closes the gap between her hand and the ruin of Vargoths face. Her cold palm slowly slides down along the scars in a gentle caress as a low chant makes it's way past her lips. Looking him deeply in the eye she studies this strange man for a minutes before giving him the news. "The damage doesn't go very deep and I believe I can heal you." With her hand still on his cheek she adds in a soft tone of voice, "Do you wish this done?"

Vargoth the man looks straight into her eyes then smiles, "Yes, dunno whats under the scars so why not."

Vasha lowers her gaze and a sigh shivers her body. It almost seems like she knows this man even though they had just met the other day. And the memory of the drunken condition he saw her in was enough to flush her pale cheeks a brilliant rose. Taking a deep breath she raises her sight to his, "This might hurt a bit or it might not. I've never done a healing like this before, but I'm positive it will work." Closing her eye's she begins a different spell and arcane phrases echo in the air about the pair. With a swiftness the mage didn't expect the flesh under her hand begins to smooth out and form into there proper shape before the injury. Finished, she slumps in her seat, drained like she had never been before from the mage energy she had expended. Closing her eye's again she lifts a shaking hand up to brush the hair from her brow before dropping to the table bonelessly.

Vargoth’s now healed face looks middle aged and the ears that are exposed by his lack of hair shows he is a half elf, he is almost attractive but no hair really don't suit him. After a few seconds of shock he gets up and walks over to Vasha scooping her up into his arms his now green eyes looking at her closed eyes, "Hey you okay, wake up."

Vasha shakes her head trying to regain her senses. After awhile she comes back to senses and places her hands against Vargoth’s chest and with a push for him to release her she lands on her feet a little unsteadily. Grabbing a hold of his arm she tries and give him a smile, but sadly fails, "I'll be alright. I just drained myself of mana more then I thought I would."

Vargoth helps her to a seat and gets a water skin out of his things and hands it to her while he buys her some food, "Now drink some of that, its not to bad but it beats drinking ale all the time and you should have something to eat." with that he seats down and looks at her. "Now this is a serious question... Am I uglier than an orc?"

Vasha takes the offered water skin and tilts her head back to drink deeply. The muscles work on her slender neck as she almost drains the bag. Putting the stopper back in she lays it on the table and gives Vargoth’s face her attention and her eye's travel the planes of his newly healed face. Low laughter fills her tone as she replies, "I'd say more like a troll, but then I have terrible taste." A serious expression settles on her visage and she leans back in her chair, "You have nothing to worry about. Your actually quite handsome."

Vargoth smiles, "I liked the troll idea, at least I would look scary." the man laughs a bit as he looks at Vasha, Thanks, so what is there to do for fun around here .

Vasha moves her hand to indicate the tavern room, "I'm not sure really. I spend all my time either studying or earning my living." Leaning close so only Vargoth can hear she whispers, "I'm making a trip into the underdark to steal a staff I read about in the library. It might be insanity, but I need it to increase my powers." Vargoth think for a seconnd for a bit and then reply, "Wants some help, I’ll fight if needed." Vasha blinks a few times in shock at Vargoths offer, "Do you know what would happen if we were caught?" Shuddering at what she had read about the race that lived there she quickly pushes it from her mind. The staff had become an obsession for the young mage, "If your not afraid then I would welcome your help."

Vargoth laughs, "I don't have enough memory to be afraid, we will have to find out won't we and not get caught."

Vasha stares intensely into Vargoths eye’s and lowers her voice, "They would give us to their Spider Deity and our pain would last forever." Dropping her head into her hands she tries to get a hold of her fears and in a muffle tone adds, "I have an idea about the trip though."

Vargoth looks at Vasha with a bit of interest, "Then damn their Deity, if it gets in are way we will have to find a way to destroy it."

Vasha arches a slender, dark brow and snickers, "There is no way to kill a Goddess Vargoth, but I have acquired a potion from Aranhil the herbalist that will change us to look like drow for 12 hours and I do have a map of where the staff is." Narrowing her brown eye's she wonders about his kind offer, "And what do you want for payment to help me?"

Vargoth shrugs his shoulders and leans back in the chair, "Red hair and somewhere I can a smoke."

Vasha clutches her sides and laughs till the tear sescape from her closed lids. As her mirth fades away she dashes the wetness from her cheeks, "I think I can help make your hair come back a lot faster with some magic and once I open my shop in Larket your welcome to come and smoke there."

Vargoth rubs his hands together, "Good, you have yourself a bodyguard. Just whistle if you need me, I'll come a running."

You holds out her hand and a slight tremor passes through it, "Deal."

Vargoth shakes her hand, "And a date."

Vasha lets Vargoth’s warm hand go reluctantly after she gives it a firm shake and grins. There was something about this man that had caught her interest, "Now to fix your hair problem baldy." Rising to her feet gracefully she takes a tiny vial from her pouch with a glowing red liquid in it and moves behind him. Pouring a couple of drops into her palm she rubs it into the skin on his head muttering, "The things I do for people…eh." Stepping back to face him she watches as his red hair begins to grow at a rapid pace. Noticing with her magesight that it wasn't going to stop she gestures and speaks a word to make it stop just as it reaches a little past his shoulders. Sighing she gives him a sick looking smile, "That should do it."

Vargoth gets up and settles down onto one knee, "The I am your knight in shining armor, what is it you order."

Vasha give a obscene snicker as many thought's run through her head. She might be dressed in fine clothes, but you truly couldn't take the peasant girl out of the young woman. Giving Vargoth a wink she sgigles, "Now that I will leave entirely up to you." A deep weariness overcomes the mage and she settles back down into her seat again and lays her head upon the worn top. Her tone is slurred with sleepiness, "I must rest before I put myself into energy shock. I'm drained to the core and....and..." She trails off and she begins to softly snore.

Vargoth throws some gold at Bartender and then lifts Vasha into his arms and takes her upstairs to dump her in one of the rooms and tucks her in bed with a note saying , “When you need me just whistle.”, with that he places a hand on her head and it begins to glow, "Sleep well, I can now hear you whistle where ever you may be." he then left the weary mage to her rest.