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[Tavern] Tower's Shard 2011
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Son of Meepo
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I created the page to allow for self-service updates rather than relying on one person to keep everything up to date, but I don't think people wanted to be bothered with it.
Walking Dad
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FourMonos
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The door to the tavern opened slightly as the old halfling shuffled in. While it is true that the many adventurers stand out as they burst, sneak or teleport into Tavern's Shard, most normal folk simple walk quietly into the bar. Just like the halfling did now, slowly shuffling for his familiar table. Some might recognize the halfling from his previous long visits to the tavern. In truth, it seems the old fellow was in the Shard more than not. A constant, unremarkable part of the background.
Brews, however, reacts as soon as the white haired halfling enters the bar.
"Master Shageon! What luck, I was just asking these gentleman to find you!"
Brews hustles over to the old halfling and directs him over to River and the fallen guard.
As they are walking by Rumbum and Amarande, Rumbum is knocked heavily in the forehead by the passing halfling's walking staff. "Don't be playin' with sharp axes like that, you'll cut your finger off."
Brews addresses the shifter healer, "River, this is Shageon Gladdenstone, a retired healer. I was hoping he might help you to save this guard's life."
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Shageon Gladdenstone is a legendary healer of House Jorasco, originally hailing from the Talenta plains. He retired long ago. The legends of his healing prowess are either small pieces of miracle or downright lies. He hasn't been heard of in years, thought dead by those who knew him.
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The halfling shuffles closer to the prone guard, but as the guard lies on the table, the halfling climbs slowly on the chair and leans over the fallen guard. He holds his hands gently over the chest and inspects the wound in the axilla.
"Yes, yes, well he's been poisoned now hasn't he? You're doing an impressive job of keeping him alive, but it is just delaying the inevitable if you don't have the antidote."
Brews, however, reacts as soon as the white haired halfling enters the bar.
"Master Shageon! What luck, I was just asking these gentleman to find you!"
Brews hustles over to the old halfling and directs him over to River and the fallen guard.
As they are walking by Rumbum and Amarande, Rumbum is knocked heavily in the forehead by the passing halfling's walking staff. "Don't be playin' with sharp axes like that, you'll cut your finger off."
Brews addresses the shifter healer, "River, this is Shageon Gladdenstone, a retired healer. I was hoping he might help you to save this guard's life."
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Shageon Gladdenstone is a legendary healer of House Jorasco, originally hailing from the Talenta plains. He retired long ago. The legends of his healing prowess are either small pieces of miracle or downright lies. He hasn't been heard of in years, thought dead by those who knew him.
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The halfling shuffles closer to the prone guard, but as the guard lies on the table, the halfling climbs slowly on the chair and leans over the fallen guard. He holds his hands gently over the chest and inspects the wound in the axilla.
"Yes, yes, well he's been poisoned now hasn't he? You're doing an impressive job of keeping him alive, but it is just delaying the inevitable if you don't have the antidote."
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Voda Vosa
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There is an eerie silence in the tavern, as everyone almost fall from their chairs, trying to hear what the renown, yet unremarkable halfling says about the fallen guard. Everyone is at the edge of their seats...
Suddenly, the silence is broken by a tremendous burp. Like a wooden ship broken in two by lightning, the disgusting sound makes the windows reverberate, the children cry, and the hair curl. Accompanied by a loud laughing, the perpetrator of such feat walks, rather, stomps into the tavern. He's red haired dwarf, carrying an impressive belly. Under one arm, there's a, now empty, small barrel, it's content probably intoxicating. Under the other arm there's a head, well attached to the rest of the body, that the dwarf is dragging behind. "Oi! Never 'ad sush fun in me life, NEVER! What a brawl! Harharhar..." the dwarf mutters, one eye more closed than the other, and swollen. Muzdum loosens his grip on the other person's neck, letting the dead weight of the beaten, unconscious orc fall to the ground. The dwarf tries to take a swing from the small barrel, but alas its empty. Deception, anger, envy, and other mixed emotions crossed his face, that went from frowning, to scowling to smiling and everything in the middle.
"I need medical attention." he finally said, as he slumps on a chair.
OOC: Muzdum has entered the tavern.
Suddenly, the silence is broken by a tremendous burp. Like a wooden ship broken in two by lightning, the disgusting sound makes the windows reverberate, the children cry, and the hair curl. Accompanied by a loud laughing, the perpetrator of such feat walks, rather, stomps into the tavern. He's red haired dwarf, carrying an impressive belly. Under one arm, there's a, now empty, small barrel, it's content probably intoxicating. Under the other arm there's a head, well attached to the rest of the body, that the dwarf is dragging behind. "Oi! Never 'ad sush fun in me life, NEVER! What a brawl! Harharhar..." the dwarf mutters, one eye more closed than the other, and swollen. Muzdum loosens his grip on the other person's neck, letting the dead weight of the beaten, unconscious orc fall to the ground. The dwarf tries to take a swing from the small barrel, but alas its empty. Deception, anger, envy, and other mixed emotions crossed his face, that went from frowning, to scowling to smiling and everything in the middle.
"I need medical attention." he finally said, as he slumps on a chair.
OOC: Muzdum has entered the tavern.
renau1g
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"You look like you could use another, let me help out" Amarande calls out, gesturing for another cask to replace the now empty one that fell from the dwarf's hands.
The man keeps his eye on the halfling though, interested to see what the frail small man can accomplish or what he and the shifter discuss
The man keeps his eye on the halfling though, interested to see what the frail small man can accomplish or what he and the shifter discuss
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