[[Those who want to join, please
GO HERE. As I said in the OOC board. This first post is going to be quite long. If someone wants to play the brother(Ornon), let me know. Tiberius is an NPC and not claimable. Feel free to be other patrons in the bar.]]
Were Isetta to say that it was a dark and stormy night, she would be lying. While it was dark, it was far from stormy. This was one of the hottest summers that she could remember. The weather outside was clear for the 6th day this week, and the 7th week straight. There hadn't been so much as a sprinkle, and nary a cloud in the sky. Taverns found that they had to limit the drinks that folks were ordering, as they were running low on their stocks due to the mass of people using ale to cool themselves from the scorching heat. Were a farm maiden to drop an egg, it would fry almost instantly.
Isetta stood outside, looking at the stars, trying to figure out what she wanted to do to cool off. She already had taken her armor off and was wearing scant more than her under garments. She stood on the highest roof she could find, letting the only slightly cool breeze work over her flesh as she looked out over the land. Why, oh why, did she have to live in the only town on the continent that wasn't on the coast or a river?
Even taking a bath wasn't an option, as the water from the well was tepid at best, warm during the day, and citizens of the town were restricted on the amount of water that they could use. There was too little in this drought.
Sighing, Isetta returned to the inside of the tavern, climbing down the stairs from the bedroom area to the eating area. Looking around the room, she sighed. There was a bard singing the same songs he always sang where the unused fireplace lay against the wall. Pulling herself up to the bar, the tender looked to her with a grimace. “See anything sign that this heat wave is ending soon?” Ornon asked, walking over to lean on the bar surface.
“Sorry, big brother, nothing yet.” Isetta sighed as she leaned up over the bar, looking at the few meager bottles that rested underneath. “If the weather doesn't break soon, we're going to have to close the bar!”
Ornon sighed and nodded. “I know.” he shook his head and lowered his chin. “I don't know what to do. If we don't have the tavern, we don't have food or tools ourselves.”
Isetta sighed and lowered her chin. “I can make water, being a druid, but …” she sighed again and shook her head. “Not much and that doesn't buy food.”
Both Isetta and Ornon were startled when a strange man down the bar began to speak to them, having not said a word previously. “It sounds like there's an adventure in all of this.” Although it was hot out, he wore a long, black cloak, the hood over his head. Boney fingers were steeples, arms resting upon the bar's surface.
Ornon canted his head to the side “What do you mean, old man? What's the point of adventuring to fix the weather?”
The old man smiled “My name is Tiberius, and I've got reason to believe that these past almost two months of heat and lack of rain are not due to just weather.” Tiberius pulled back his long hood, making it quite evident why he wore it. There was a large chunk of his cheek missing.
Reeling, Isetta looked away. “Who.. what... how..?” she stammered, lifting a hand to her mouth. “What happened?!”
Tiberius said a single word, though it was filled with fury. “Lizardfolk.”
