My first text rp post
I'd like you to meet my blind pandarean brewmaster Niabu Saki-Rai
It was a dark, hot and balmy night. There was so much moisture in the air that it outweighed the skies and dropped in large messy splashes on the dirt lanes. The smell of sweat and mud permeate everything. It was the perfect night to wander in to the local tavern and drink away the troubles of a sweaty day laboring hard under the unforgiving sun. Not coincidently the tavern was the only place in town where people of all races were awake and enjoying the release of nightfall with a frosty mug in hand. The noise of a busy tavern can be heard from yards away even in the thickest air that Brackenwall village has seen in months. The noise of people laughing at a well told joke, old veterans telling tales of long past events and exaggerating them greatly, glasses clinking as the hit the table, men falling in a drunken stupor and being dragged out by friends and the general clamor of too many people being fit into too small of an area and not caring; all these noises surrounded Niabu as he sat quietly at his table with several mugs before him enjoying the taste of fine ale. All the while, he kept an ear out for a tale, a snatch of errant conversation, anything that would lead to him and the end of his mission.
A bar maiden, having noticed his empty mugs shuffled over to his table through the din, with a scraping of chairs and a wave of lude comments from drunken men. As she removed the empty mugs, which he had never, used except for pouring into his personal iron plated mug brought with him everywhere, she inquired as to whether he would enjoy another. Having tasted all but one ale of the tavern’s many fine and not so fine spirits, his answer was, “but of course” and then he ordered the remaining red tick ale which promised a spicy flavor. He then searched through his robes for his coin pouch that he already knew was empty. Brought it out and pretended to feel through it searching for coins all the while giving a sad forlorn expression. “Dearie can you look in this pouch and see if there’s any coins left. I cant”, Niabu replied as he deliberately let his straw hat slide back to reveal the cloth covering both of his eyes. “I’ll come back later when you have the gold for it”, the maiden said as she walked away. Oh well, thought Niabu, there’s more than one-way to get a free pint.
He cleared his throat loudly, the din resided a little as the people nearby wondered what the blind Panda was going to announce, and those near them wondered why they had stopped talking so suddenly. He took a deep breath and began to sing a somber tune that would be sure to make one of the crowd take pity on him and buy him a mug or two.
I saw her there from afar
Her hair grey charcoal
Takes a drag from her tar
I kissed her a smile
But her blood red shot eye
Said the son never shines on closed doors
The warm tones of his pandarean voice put the crowded bar into a stupor and all listened intently.
It’s been eight long years since I saw
The woman who’s labored
Since the day I was born
These wrinkles now face
To that cold dark damp place
Where the son never shines on closed doors
She said the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away back to the green fields of may
Because the son never shines on closed doors
Before he could start the next verse, the doors flew open with a crash and the high-pitched yelling of gnomes brought everyone out of their quiet revelry. A small green shape flew beneath the table of Niabu with a skittering crash. As Niabu felt the shaking of the small frightened creature and heard its pleading for divine intervention, he clutched his sword staff closer and his heavy iron mug tighter. Soon everyone in the bar saw three yellow gnarly gnomes enter the bar, well everyone except Niabu that is and some of the passed out individuals. One was wearing an old rusted mechanical contraption on it’s back, with sharp claws and other arms sticking out of the sides, the other two looked to be wearing dirty pillow sacks and had sharp wicked looking daggers drawn. Niabu heard the clinking and scraping as the gnome wearing the mech armor stepped towards his table. Before he could take three steps the bartender trying to prevent a situation that might empty his tavern stepped in front of the clattering gnome and said firmly, “We don’t want any violence in here, friend”. Without hesitation, the gnome knocked the owner out of the way with a metal claw his screechy voice took a sinister tone as he explained, “We’re not looking for trouble, just a troublemaker, and were not friends old man.” The gnome clunked and clattered his way up to the table and looked curiously upon the old blind panda, dismissing him as a threat, his two cronies keeping back the crowd on either side with their daggers. “Come out little Goblin, and I promise that you won’t feel pain,” with a sneer adding, “for long.” The gnome started to reach beneath the table with a sharp metal claw when the Panda burst back into song.
Death comes like a thief in the night
To steal while you sleep
In one fluid movement, the old Pandarean sliced straight through the metal joint in the arm of the claw. Then, slapping the metal arm in air, as he stood, sent it into the gnome on his left hand side. The claw pinning the yellow creature to the wall with both mandibles around his scrawny neck, his dagger feel to the floor with a pathetic clinking sound.
The soul’s flickering light
Well maybe it’s then
She said, I’ll see you again
The gnome on the right came in screaming as the mechanical suited leader swung an arm with whirling cutting blade on the end at the underestimated Panda.
Because the son never shines on closed doors
The panda smacked the oncoming gnome into the air with the staff end of his weapon while blocking the oncoming metal blade with the sword end. The screaming gnome flew into a nearby table smashing it with the force of his fall, his weapon disappearing in the explosion of wooden splinters.
She said the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Quicker than one would think possible of such a hulking creature, Niabu whirled around the staff end removing the gnome from his footing. He then brought the blade end through cutting a deep and long gash through the circuitry of the gnomes already rusting contraption.
Take me away back to the green fields of may
Because the son never shines on closed doors
For a brief moment a comedy ensued as the gnome tried to run with his heavy metal armor holding his back to the ground. He looked much like a turtle tipped over trying and failing to right itself. All the while, his suit let out crackles of electricity, sparks, and a terrible grinding noise. Suddenly the suit exploded catapulting the gnome straight into the thick wooden ceiling and then with a large bump and clatter back into the floor covered in pieces of his once cherished contraption. The nearby patrons covered their faces as metal pieces flew everywhere.
Niabu finished his song as the two cronies, each having gotten out of there own predicament, picked up their unconscious leader and fled the tavern.
And we all go the same way home
Yeah we all go the same way home
“I could use a nice strong drink after that”, was all Niabu said as he sat back down…
I posted this here because i know some of you like RPing and have done it before... so please any constructive critism would be greatly appreciated.