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Chap. 4 Weasels...
The mid-afternoon sun shone brightly though the windows of The Weasel Inn as Ilystial, still half asleep and a little hung-over, made her way down too the common room. Ginkers, a tall, blond, cross-eyed, surface elf who worked at the inn, quickly moved to close the curtains and block out the light. Those miscreants who were sober enough to make it to their rooms (or close to) slowly made their way to the table. The two half-orcs, who had gone up before Gosran or Ily, came stomping down the steps. Ily winced. Why must they always be so damn loud! Dante was waking up, whipping the drool from his face. He was in the same chair he passed out in the night before. Gosran was tinkering with Aailk. Ginkers came over to the table, "Need beer?"
"Need pancakes," Ily answered looking up at the cross-eyed elf who then quickly vanished off to the kitchen.
Ilystial wasn't so sure about this job. Everything about it screamed TRAP!, but who would want to hurt them. She could understand being seen as a threat. Ily grinned at that thought. She was drow after all. The two half-orcs were imposing and Swiftmynd was rather smart, but Wyldflower..She was a few weasels short of a race. Why would dwarves let a group of non- dwarves invade their drinking contest? To win would be for the greater glory of Makador. Wait a minute, Makador was a dwarf god, the God of Beer even. Ily laughed. This could be fun even if it was a trap.
Dante whipped the drool from his cheek and yawned. Ginkers appeared with a mountain of pancakes and a sheet of parchment, which he handed to Dante and then vanished again after giving Ilystial he breakfast. The fairy elf read the parchment and smiled the biggest smile the drow had ever seen. She swore his face would split in half. Dante then looked to the gnome, "Track's open."
The little gnome nearly dropped Aailk. He recovered quickly, "Odds?"
"The first and third races look sure things."
The half-orcs wandered over and the elf informed them of the news.
"I can't believe you're betting on weasels! " Ilystial shook her head, then looked to Gosran. "You told me the Gnomes were after you for gold you borrowed to create Aailk."
Gosran looked up at the sorceress and nodded," That's true, but how do you think I come up with the gold to pay? Even what I get from this job won't cover the interest."
Ily huffed. She really wanted to get out on the road.
"Well I'm off to the races," Dante announced and got up, followed by Gosran and Aailk "Off the Weasel Wace Way!" and out the back door of the inn they went.
Ily sighed and looked at the half-orcs, "So we leave in the morning?" Swiftmynd nodded. "And we leave Dante?" Both half-orcs nodded.
Several hours and lots of beer later Swiftmynd, WyldFlower,Ilystial, Dante (who was grumbling about being cheated) and Gosran (who sat counting his winnings) were all gathered around their table looking over the map.
"BEER!" yelled Wyldflower.
Makador, Dwarven God of Beer with no dwarven followers, rocked back in his chair. It won't be long now. I will get the respect I deserve. He cackled insanely. Just wait.. Hearing the call of beer from one of his beloved followers he sent forth Holy Brew for all them.
Chap. 4 Weasels...
The mid-afternoon sun shone brightly though the windows of The Weasel Inn as Ilystial, still half asleep and a little hung-over, made her way down too the common room. Ginkers, a tall, blond, cross-eyed, surface elf who worked at the inn, quickly moved to close the curtains and block out the light. Those miscreants who were sober enough to make it to their rooms (or close to) slowly made their way to the table. The two half-orcs, who had gone up before Gosran or Ily, came stomping down the steps. Ily winced. Why must they always be so damn loud! Dante was waking up, whipping the drool from his face. He was in the same chair he passed out in the night before. Gosran was tinkering with Aailk. Ginkers came over to the table, "Need beer?"
"Need pancakes," Ily answered looking up at the cross-eyed elf who then quickly vanished off to the kitchen.
Ilystial wasn't so sure about this job. Everything about it screamed TRAP!, but who would want to hurt them. She could understand being seen as a threat. Ily grinned at that thought. She was drow after all. The two half-orcs were imposing and Swiftmynd was rather smart, but Wyldflower..She was a few weasels short of a race. Why would dwarves let a group of non- dwarves invade their drinking contest? To win would be for the greater glory of Makador. Wait a minute, Makador was a dwarf god, the God of Beer even. Ily laughed. This could be fun even if it was a trap.
Dante whipped the drool from his cheek and yawned. Ginkers appeared with a mountain of pancakes and a sheet of parchment, which he handed to Dante and then vanished again after giving Ilystial he breakfast. The fairy elf read the parchment and smiled the biggest smile the drow had ever seen. She swore his face would split in half. Dante then looked to the gnome, "Track's open."
The little gnome nearly dropped Aailk. He recovered quickly, "Odds?"
"The first and third races look sure things."
The half-orcs wandered over and the elf informed them of the news.
"I can't believe you're betting on weasels! " Ilystial shook her head, then looked to Gosran. "You told me the Gnomes were after you for gold you borrowed to create Aailk."
Gosran looked up at the sorceress and nodded," That's true, but how do you think I come up with the gold to pay? Even what I get from this job won't cover the interest."
Ily huffed. She really wanted to get out on the road.
"Well I'm off to the races," Dante announced and got up, followed by Gosran and Aailk "Off the Weasel Wace Way!" and out the back door of the inn they went.
Ily sighed and looked at the half-orcs, "So we leave in the morning?" Swiftmynd nodded. "And we leave Dante?" Both half-orcs nodded.
Several hours and lots of beer later Swiftmynd, WyldFlower,Ilystial, Dante (who was grumbling about being cheated) and Gosran (who sat counting his winnings) were all gathered around their table looking over the map.
"BEER!" yelled Wyldflower.
Makador, Dwarven God of Beer with no dwarven followers, rocked back in his chair. It won't be long now. I will get the respect I deserve. He cackled insanely. Just wait.. Hearing the call of beer from one of his beloved followers he sent forth Holy Brew for all them.