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Saturday, 9th January, 2010, 01:59 AM #1
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Even Newer Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man
The debauchery, gluttony, camaraderie, butchery, reverie, litany, continues....
Saturday, 9th January, 2010, 09:57 AM #2
Waghalter (Lvl 7)
Cyr focuses on his drink idly drawing with his finger on the table. He murmurs few prayers and in between drones. It is very quiet and only Rocco gets anything from it. It last for a few minutes and he quietly asks jsut as ghostly hand appears above the table:
"Would talking to Rocco be beneficia for both of usl? Would adventuring with him be more beneficial?"
The hand stops for a moment and then points toward Rocco's weapons.
ooc: out of time, fill in later
"Well, I'd say talking to you would be less beneficial then adventuring with you. Since we'd be talking while on the road and potentialy it pays better, I'd say The Fate is certain."
Cyr then watches the reaction of withdrawn dwarf.
Last edited by MetaVoid; Saturday, 9th January, 2010 at 10:08 AM.
Saturday, 9th January, 2010, 10:05 PM #3
Defender (Lvl 8)
Rocco watches deva perform the ritual with little interest unti the hand appears and he hears the question(s?)
"I'm just remembering and if you cannot respect that find another table. I don't mind having a company, but at this moment, I'd prefer not to talk. Yes, I would like a job, one must eat while waiting for friends, but as you can see, job is fairly random thing here. Now, either be quiet or go somewhere else."
OOC: MetaVoid, Cyr's pushing won't win you points with Rocco.
Sunday, 10th January, 2010, 12:57 AM #4
Waghalter (Lvl 7)
“She’s the one who gave me that book,” he continues, his tone getting even drier. Steam from the cup drifts over his face. “Hoped it would keep me virtuous in a sea of depravity, or something.”
Sunday, 10th January, 2010, 01:44 AM #5
Waghalter (Lvl 7)
"I'm sorry... no really... When you first... um... so you're just starting out at this? I... I took you for some hardened mercenary. I didn't think anybody else would dare to wear fringes like that." She finally manages to get a hold of herself. "Again, I apologize. I don't mean to laugh at you. I remember how I was when I first joined up. I was terrified and at the same time I thought I was tougher than anyone else in the world. I probably would have gone around insulting strangers too if I didn't have old Orosius around. He always watched out for the recruits. Put us through hell, though."
Kaeysari takes another sip of her wine. "How old are you, anyway?"
Sunday, 10th January, 2010, 05:20 AM #6
Waghalter (Lvl 7)
Sunday, 10th January, 2010, 05:41 AM #7
Gallant (Lvl 3)
After the minstrel calls for stories, Chaku looks around, waiting for someone to take lead in this. After a few minutes, it seems that all the others are too lost in their own thoughts and conversations to join in with the bards game. The large man thinks for a moment and a wry grin crosses his face. Stepping away from the wall, he slowly walks over near the bard, taking the time to remove his travelling cloak, revealing his grey wolfhide armor and many scarred arms. Drapping the claok over the back of a chair, he nods to the bard.
I will share with you a story told to me by a priest, and it was told to him during his initial lessons after failing to assist his brothers and instead seek the glory for himself, state the barbarian is a low, rumbling bass.
In the beginning, the world was shapeless and without form. Then the Gods moved across the world and created the Islands, and he filled the Islands with villains to be defeated, challenges to be met, and magics to be done, and they saw that it was good.
Villains, challenges and magics will soon lose their appeal if you have nobody to share them with, so the Gods next brought forth their 4 children, Wizard, Rogue, Fighter and Cleric.
To Wizard, they gave great strength but a jaw of glass. To Rogue, they gave great strength and great skill, but a short reach so he would not be over mighty. To Fighter, they gave great toughness but made him slow and short of reach.
To Cleric, they gave the greatest gifts, giving her great speed, great reach, much strength, and the ability to avoid harm. Then the Gods spoke to Cleric saying, "We have given you these gifts so that you may watch over the others for that one keeps dying, that one has been running around in circles for ages now, and those two have been fighting the same motionless minion for 10 minutes." Cleric looked over those she was tasked to protect and replied to the Gods saying, "Do I have to?". The Gods were angered and thundered a curse upon Cleric for her impudence, "While you have a great many gifts, the greatest shall be of more use to others than they are to you!" And so it is to this day that the children of Cleric have many gifts they cannot use alone so that they, from time to time, "have to".
His tale done, he looks to see if any others have taken to listening, eager to see if anyone else will follow suit with a story of their own.
Last edited by Mezegis; Sunday, 10th January, 2010 at 05:44 AM.
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