The Music of Discord

[Volgathras]

The Red Dragon Inn Commons

You stand within the Red Dragon Inn commons. A large wooden

bar spans the room here, and a very pretty serving girl is

here, pouring ales for the guests. A large stage has been

set up here for traveling performers, and a small stairway

leads upward to the rooms on the next floor.

[Exits: north south]

A long wooden bar spans the room here.

Nkialz is sleeping here.

Xiriam the Redeemed Queen of Hearts is here.

Tamara the Bartender is here, preparing ales.

A halfling mercenary walks in.

Jumtlie hums an awful tune, quietly.

A halfling mercenary appears to be visibly shaking.

You say 'Hello there.'

Xiriam looks at a halfling mercenary.

Gynchieboelle, Jumtlie's parrot lets out a 'SQUARRK!' and says 'Hello!'

Xiriam smiles happily.

Xiriam curtseys in your direction, 'Hi!!'

Jumtlie continues humming his little song. Clearly, he cannot carry a tune, as it is a strange

combination of pitches.

Xiriam gives a polite little chuckle.

Jumtlie pauses his humming, and looks at you.

Xiriam studies your helmet, saying 'Oh my gracious! Another barrel wearing person, I'm beginning to think there is a cult of them.'

Gynchieboelle, Jumtlie's parrot lets out a 'SQUARRK!' and says 'Evil cults! All of them!'

Jumtlie pats the parrot. 'Yes, Gynchieboelle. Quieten down.' he says.

Xiriam smiles faintly at the parrot.

You stop using a waterproofed barrel set with a viewing port.

You unbuckle the breathing device, confident in it's ability.

Xiriam falls to the ground and rolls around laughing hysterically.

Jumtlie runs his left hand over his bald head.

Xiriam casually approaches the bar, having a seat on a nearby bar stool.

Jumtlie approaches the bar also, a few seats away from Xiriam.

You buy some dog-hair muffins.

You buy some dog-hair muffins.

You eat some dog-hair muffins.

You eat some dog-hair muffins.

Jumtlie spits crumbs all over as he eats, Gynchieboelle hopping down to mop up the morsels from the bar-counter.

Xiriam glances over at your poor etiquette and giggles.

Jumtlie begins to hum his awful tune again, this time with words: 'Sat in the bar, barrel in my hand...'

You say 'Not the morning, I had planned.'

Jumtlie continues humming.

Xiriam smiles happily.

Xiriam says 'Iss THhat youR own worck?'

Xiriam gasps in astonishment.

You say 'The lyrics are mine, but the melody, the birds...'

You say 'Dissonant tuning to compliment pleasant words.'

Xiriam says 'Iit'sSs.. ...intEreZSstIingh...'

*** Nkialz fights Ohram ***

Xiriam yells 'mmmonsSzTeR!'

Xiriam cowers in a corner and whimpers softly.

Nkialz's pound hits Ohram.

Ohram is DEAD!!

Ohram's heart is torn from his chest.

Nkialz sacrifices the corpse of Ohram in the name of Knowledge.

Jumtlie tilts his head back, just in time for a splash of blood to cross his face.

Gynchieboelle the parrot hops back onto Jumtlie's shoulder, and pecks at the bits of blood on his cheek.

Xiriam looks at you.

You say 'Perhaps now we need words that are dark and mean...'

You say 'Words to compliment this evil scene?'

Xiriam says 'Evil sCehnE??'

Xiriam scans all around.

You say 'An Ogre let rip, but found himself slain...'

You say 'If only he had more than half a brain.'

Jumtlie keeps humming to himself, tapping his fingers in no discernable rhythm on the counter.

Xiriam drops a home-made concoction.

A home-made concoction shatters into a million pieces!

You say 'That glass on the floor would make an impromptu knife...'

You say 'Suitable enough to take another's life.'

Xiriam says 'ZszIinIZSsteR!'

You say 'And yet we can get more sinister still...'

You say 'With words that can produce more than a fearful chill.'

You say 'Words that could turn one's face to pale white...'

You say 'Words that could make one scream in fright.'

A magical spring flows from the ground.

The parrot on Jumtlie's shoulder flaps it's wings gently, and hops to the ground. It rolls around in the spring, soaking itself and squarking.

Xiriam covers her mouth politely and laughs.

It flaps it's wings hard, and flies onto Jumtlie's shoulder, who grabs it by the throat, and... places it in his mouth, seemingly sucking the moisture from it.

Xiriam gasps in astonishment.

Jumtlie opens his mouth, and the parrot hops out onto the counter, making not even the slightest fuss.

Xiriam says 'If I wEren'T inTOxicaTed, thaT mighht make mE ZSsicK!'

Jumtlie smiles at you sweetly.

Jumtlie, -still- tapping idly against the counter, begins to sing a melody that is completely unpleasant to the ear. This time, the parrot joins in with a shrill shriek - a real cacophony.

Jumtlie sings, in sharp, painful contrast to Gynchieboelle's shrieks: 'The sky is dark, the moon is high...'

Jumtlie sings, in sharp, painful contrast to Gynchieboelle's shrieks: 'A wonderful night for one to die.'

Xiriam shivers uncomfortably.

Jumtlie sings, in sharp, painful contrast to Gynchieboelle's shrieks: 'Let the melody puncture your very soul.'

Jumtlie sings, in sharp, painful contrast to Gynchieboelle's shrieks: 'Let the Music of Discord take it's toll.'

Jumtlie begins to whistle - or at least, makes a breathy sound that barely passes for a whistle.

A halfling mercenary edges away towards the door, impercetibly slowly.

Gynchieboelle, Jumtlie's parrot lets out a 'SQUARRK!' and says 'Runner! We have a runner!'

Jumtlie turns as quick as lightning, and jumps towards the door, dagger in hand. He slashes out at the halfling's leg, and it collapses in a heap near the door, grunting in agony.

Xiriam gasps in astonishment.

Xiriam says 'YooU zjuhht HhiIm! whyyyy?'

Jumtlie hums a little tune again, and this time, the parrot speaks in the voice of a regular person: 'I'd say he's doing him a favour.'

Xiriam gasps in astonishment.

Xiriam rubs her eyes as if in a dream.

Xiriam says 'Whaht DiD yoOouh Zszahhy?'

Jumtlie in the background, near the halfling, is singing 'Don't try to run, don't try to hide, the music will grab you from the inside...'

Gynchieboelle continues, from the counter, in a human voice similar to Jumtlie's: 'That halfling is better off dead.'

Xiriam says 'VeRy sSstRangEh!'

Xiriam slowly comforts the halfling mercenary, mending his cut wound.

Xiriam peers at you intently.

Jumtlie pushes himself to his feet, leaving the mercenary to his devices, and sits back at his stool, still humming.

Jumtlie turns and says to Xiriam, 'Do you like music?'

Xiriam says 'It'Zsz OKay, I dOn'T DisslikEh iT!'

Gynchieboelle hops onto Jumtlie's shoulder as he stands up.

You say 'They say it's a real life-giver don't they?'

Xiriam says 'I think szso...'

Jumtlie winks at Xiriam, and turns towards the door, the now-bandaged Halfling crawling behind him. The parrot squarks out at you: 'Life-giver!'