The Campaign Builder's Guild

[ic=Raynor] "Well, how do you plan on finding them?" Raynor mentally smacks himself. "Nevermind. That is your business. How bout a toast to... family"

Seeing the man verbally assualt the gnome, Raynor excuses himself from the elf. "Hello, friend. There is no need for any of that. They are here to have a good time as are you. How bout I buy you a round and we'll forget about the gnomes?"[/ic]

[ic=Aromel]"To family." the elf says, then takes another sip.

Aromel watches Raynor get up to confront the soldiers, but remains seated.[/ic]

[ic=Armored Man]With a look to his companions, the man stands to match Raynor's height, although he comes half a head short. His short-cropped black hair and olive skin are close enough for Raynor to smell the booze on his breath. With a bit of a slur, the sweating man growls, "How about I cut your throat instead? I've no use for forgetting gnomes."[/ic]
[ic=Barkeep]"Och, that lad's in fer more than he bargained for with those three. They be Black Talon soldiers..."[/ic]

[ic=Sunetos]Hearing the barkeep, I jerk my head up and stare at the confrontation between Raynor and the soldier.  I shift in my chair to get a better view.[/ic]

[ic=Aromel]"Excuse me." Aromel politely says to the barkeep as he stands up and joins Raynor. "You've no use for a hole in your head, either." The elf growls back at the soldier. Within the confines of his cloak Aromel's right hand begins to audibly crackle with energy while his left settles on the hilt of his sickle.[/ic]

[ooc]
Intimidate Check: [dice]1d20+3[/dice][/ooc]

[ic=Black Talon soldier?]The man visibly shrinks, putting an armored hand through his glistening hair. "Aw, to the Hells with ye all." He takes a seat, grumbling inaudibly to his two companions.[/ic]
[ic=Barkeep]A look of pure jubilation spread across the barkeep's face, though he did his best to hide it from the armored soldiers.[/ic]

[ic=Raynor] Raynor heads back to the bar. "I can't say I approve of your method, but it got the job done. What if you would have had to make good on your threat? "[/ic]

[ic=Aromel]"I would have had to singe him a little, I guess." Aromel grimly replies after he takes his seat. "Wouldn't be the first soldier I've had to do that to."[/ic]

[ic=Sunetos]
I make my way up to the bar and place the mug on the counter, it appears almost untouched.  "It's not the method that matters, it's the end achieved.", I say to the human at the bar next to me.  I then address the barkeep in a hushed tone, "What can you tell me about those men in the armor..."[/ic]
[ooc]Alrighty then, how about a gather information check?

EDIT: Made a mistake, Diplomacy:[dice]1d20+1[/dice][/ooc]

[ic=Raynor] "Well some soldiers just don't know to leave the violence on the battle field." Raynor turns back to his drink. "Hopefully the rest of the night is quiet"[/ic]

[ic=Barkeep]"Well..." With a reluctant glance to the soldiers, he leans in closer. "Don't know too much. They've been roaming in and out 'round these parts for the past few weeks, drinkin' up me ale and causing all kinds o' trouble."[/ic]

[ic=Giggling Gnome]Well on his way to intoxication, a giddy gnome staggers back and forth as he approaches Aromel.[/ic]

[ic=Sunetos]The cloaked figure leans over the counter, and almost whispers, "What kinda trouble do ya mean?"[/ic]

[ic=Barkeep]"I really can't say much more. Let's just say that bodies tend to turn up where they've been... And no one bothers to look into it."[/ic]

[ic=Aromel]Hearing the gnome's approach before seeing it, Aromel turns in his seat and leans back on the counter, watching the gnome stumble toward him with surprise and mild amusement.[/ic]

[ic=Sunetos]"I see... "  The figure then turns around to look at the rather conspicuous gnome making it's way towards the bar...[/ic]