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<blockquote data-quote="Scratched_back" data-source="post: 5315524" data-attributes="member: 16262"><p><span style="color: Yellow">"Blimey, a talking bird from one, an odd healing presence from another..."</span> Elms traced his finger around the now completely healed wound from the earlier battle and threw a narrow-eyed look at the occupied Malaroc further down the table <span style="color: Yellow">"...and music out of nowhere from another! You are some odd folk that I've fallen in with! Good folk, but odd! I'm beginning to feel a little plain!"</span>.</p><p></p><p>The ale definitely beginning to effect him now, Elms reached for his mug with his previously guarded right hand and after draining it to nothing, let his hand rest palm-down on the table, the still-raw brand showing in dark crimson.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Yellow">"You want to know about the battle, my new mate Cedric? Let me tell you about the battle! Hundreds of the pointy-eared bastards, there were! Now until today of course, pointy-eared they were, but bastards not necessarily so... but they attacked the Manor, so bastards they now are. You with me? Now I'd been travelling in the region here for a few days and was passing by on my way to g... thanks love!"</span>. As Elms pauses to accept another mug of ale from a serving girl, his brain catches up with his mouth just in time to stop him revealing too much. <span style="color: Yellow">"Anyway I was passing by... and I heard the sounds of battle. Believe me, if you've heard swords and screams once, you don't forget them. I kept to the treeline to see what was going on, quiet as a mouse in a library and sneaky as a snake in the grass, and I see with my own eyes a bloody horde of the afore-mentioned bastards attacking the manor! The locals had set up a barricade of sorts and were holding to it, when I looked there were all sorts there. Not just soldiers, but young lads, old men, maybe only half of 'em soldiers."</span>. Elms again paused to take another long draft of his ale and let his brain think if anyone around the table was close enough to him at the time to see him in battle; they weren't. Bolstered by the alcohol, he continued. <span style="color: Yellow">"And that's just no good, having young lads like that trying to hold their homes against trained soldiers... so I let 'em have it! I dashed out of the trees and let one of the scum have it straight away! Crack! Down he went! Then I ran back to the barricade and helped the lads hold the line. Quite a bloody day!"</span></p><p></p><p>Only then realising that in telling the tale he'd become over excited, leapt to his feet and drawn his shortsword as a prop, Elms looked down at the gleaming metal blade and shrugged <span style="color: Yellow">"I, err, I cleaned the blade afterwards o'course. Any good soldier does."</span>. Elms breathed closely on one spot of the blade and begin polishing it with his sleeve. Nodding to the other folk in the inn not to panic he offered a toothy grin and sat back down, sheathing the blade. <span style="color: Yellow">"C'mon then darlin', let's have a song from you!"</span>.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scratched_back, post: 5315524, member: 16262"] [COLOR="Yellow"]"Blimey, a talking bird from one, an odd healing presence from another..."[/COLOR] Elms traced his finger around the now completely healed wound from the earlier battle and threw a narrow-eyed look at the occupied Malaroc further down the table [COLOR="Yellow"]"...and music out of nowhere from another! You are some odd folk that I've fallen in with! Good folk, but odd! I'm beginning to feel a little plain!"[/COLOR]. The ale definitely beginning to effect him now, Elms reached for his mug with his previously guarded right hand and after draining it to nothing, let his hand rest palm-down on the table, the still-raw brand showing in dark crimson. [COLOR="Yellow"]"You want to know about the battle, my new mate Cedric? Let me tell you about the battle! Hundreds of the pointy-eared bastards, there were! Now until today of course, pointy-eared they were, but bastards not necessarily so... but they attacked the Manor, so bastards they now are. You with me? Now I'd been travelling in the region here for a few days and was passing by on my way to g... thanks love!"[/COLOR]. As Elms pauses to accept another mug of ale from a serving girl, his brain catches up with his mouth just in time to stop him revealing too much. [COLOR="Yellow"]"Anyway I was passing by... and I heard the sounds of battle. Believe me, if you've heard swords and screams once, you don't forget them. I kept to the treeline to see what was going on, quiet as a mouse in a library and sneaky as a snake in the grass, and I see with my own eyes a bloody horde of the afore-mentioned bastards attacking the manor! The locals had set up a barricade of sorts and were holding to it, when I looked there were all sorts there. Not just soldiers, but young lads, old men, maybe only half of 'em soldiers."[/COLOR]. Elms again paused to take another long draft of his ale and let his brain think if anyone around the table was close enough to him at the time to see him in battle; they weren't. Bolstered by the alcohol, he continued. [COLOR="Yellow"]"And that's just no good, having young lads like that trying to hold their homes against trained soldiers... so I let 'em have it! I dashed out of the trees and let one of the scum have it straight away! Crack! Down he went! Then I ran back to the barricade and helped the lads hold the line. Quite a bloody day!"[/COLOR] Only then realising that in telling the tale he'd become over excited, leapt to his feet and drawn his shortsword as a prop, Elms looked down at the gleaming metal blade and shrugged [COLOR="Yellow"]"I, err, I cleaned the blade afterwards o'course. Any good soldier does."[/COLOR]. Elms breathed closely on one spot of the blade and begin polishing it with his sleeve. Nodding to the other folk in the inn not to panic he offered a toothy grin and sat back down, sheathing the blade. [COLOR="Yellow"]"C'mon then darlin', let's have a song from you!"[/COLOR]. [/QUOTE]
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