Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[kristoaster]

OOC: I have a character named Dante as well running around in (or rather unconscious in) Into the Wild.

OOC: Maybe I should have checked harder before I named him, heh...

 

[H.M.Gimlord]

Excellent points! Would we go so far as to apply Mordenkainen's Razor to the soul?

Mikara shoots Gil a glare eying him suspiciously from toe to skullcap, "You keep your razor away from my soul treekiller."

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"Pfffffffffffffhehehehehe" Mikara turns her head form Gil and visors her forehead with her hand, trying hard to stifle her laughter given the 'seriousness' of her previous remark. Alas, it's no use.

[sblock=The Updated Tally]Mikara Li Messadh (Elf, Ranger, Level 4, Striker) H.M.Gimlord
Gil (Human, Wizard/Artificer/Assasin, Level 2, Controller/Leader) Cabana
Owen (Half-Orc, Fighter, Level 1, Defender) Halfrogman
Queen (Warforged (Swarm), Druid, Level 1, Controller) Logicsfate
Dante (Githzerai, Sword Mage/Avenger, Level 1, Striker/Defender) kristoaster
Sound of Stone (Tri-Kreen, Monk, Level 1, Striker) Rb70nm
Mercurial (Changeling, Artificer, Level 1, Leader) Fyrm
Lenard (Human, Mage, Level 1, Controller) Dekana
Halcyon (Warforged, Paladin, Level 1, Defender) Antithetist
Prime (Warforged, Warrior?, Level 1, Defender) Someone
Artemis (Human, Warlord/Warlock, Level 1, Leader/Striker) FourMonos

...whew![/sblock]

 

[Antithetist]

Halcyon sits back, clearly enjoying the hilarity around him. Nonetheless, he eyes up Artemis very carefully, and as the laughter dies down he speaks up, staring inscrutably at the man. "Future re-conqueror of Old Daunton, is it? Those are bold words."

 

[FourMonos]

Before you sit down, there are some things that need to be done.
Anyone who sits at this table needs to have a soul. She nods to the others as if to say, 'Isn't that right?'
Can you say you have a soul?
Kind of hard for us to tell.

On the outside, you can't see it.
From the inside, you can't show it.

Artemis's grin slowly slides from his face pretty soon after Mikara starts needling him. He doesn't respond to Prime's joke.

"Halcyon has me beat already."

The grin is back. "I know when I'm out of my league friends," he turns and sits at a table by himself, unusually somber. He waves at the barmaid for a drink.

[sblock=H.M.Grimlord] I knew Artemis was walking into trouble, thought it would be fun, but then you go and poke him in his sensitive spot! [/sblock]

 

[FourMonos]

"Future re-conqueror of Old Daunton, is it? Those are bold words."

Artemis barely stirs from his thoughts. "Someday, Halcyon, someday. I will march an army to the shores of Alaria, oust the goblins and hobgoblins polluting its western boundries and march on the capitol. Clear out the remnants of evil that keep it a cursed shadow of its former self. Alaria will rise again. I hope to be the one..."

 

[Antithetist]

I hope to be the one..."

Halcyon nods, mental scales seeming to tip in favour of Artemis as he demonstrates a little humility. "Well spoken, friend. May you prove worthy of that charge - and if you do, may I be there to fight at your side. Would that I could raise a drink with you to our motherland."

 

[H.M.Gimlord]

"I know when I'm out of my league friends,"

Mikara watches as the once confident warlord, takes his seat sulkily at his table.

The bartender shoots Mikara one of those, 'Now look what you've done' looks, and places a mug (a wooden one) on the bar.

"Barmaid!" his eyes drill into Mikara, "Brew for table number 13!"

Mikara grabs the mug and frowns defiantly at the bartender, puffing up her bangs from behind her bottom lip like a child forced to apologize, and saunters over to Artemis' table, "So the man has neither soul nor spine. Stand up for yourself, boy!" she plants the mug in front of the dejected warrior, foam spilling over the side of the brim and cascading onto the table, "You're not half-bad looking for a human, but you could do with a little feminine advice," she sits down across from the table, "First," she continues with a completely platonic expression, "Never come on to a drunk elf (man or woman). You never know what you're going to get." She cracks a friendly smile, "Second, power demonstrated is worthy of a woman's respect. Power spoken of, is target for her ridicule." Her expression sincere, she adds, "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I've got some baggage issues. Perhaps you know what I mean. Please join us at the table, and perhaps we can find a soul for you yet." She winks at the bartender and throws him an 'are you happy now' look.

[sblock=FourMonos]Sorry, I get too into the RPing sometimes, but I'm looking to tell a good story. No personal offense was meant, though I can totally see how I went overboard here.

Some history on Mikara, to help in RPing interactions:

• Can Dextyr Keep All These Strikers Alive?
• Love Bites The dynamic between Mik and Woe Chinua gets really good if you keep reading (hehe), and is mostly responsible for her retort to Artemis here.
• Character Fluff

By nature, Mikara is a fork-tongued, racist pain in the neck. If something witty and biting can be said, she'll find a way to say it (the crueler the better). In a fight, though, she'll have your back .

Her disfavor toward humans stems from the blighting of her home resulting from a relentless colonization of humans, forcing her people into seclusion, and herself into rebellion and instigation.[/sblock]

 

[FourMonos]

The grin is back. The darkness seems to fade from his face, his eyes brighten up...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa there good looking, I didn't say I was afraid. I'd march down the road to hell if that is what was called for... might have already done that a little bit, I think..."

Artemis stands, leading Mikara to the table of assembled juggernauts, "We should re-join the table so no one sees you taking advantage of me and bedding me so soon in our relationship..."

He keeps going so she doesn't get a chance to interrupt, he's rolling now the shadow has passed.

"There are times when we all feel challenged. Sure, you're excited... aroused even", he's talking to Halcyon but winks bawdily at Mikara, "There are times when we all aren't sure, but I'm here to tell you now, everyone, I will be there at your side to mount the situation. (winks) I'm there, solid as a strong, hefty spear, to pressure... to push... to fight on!"

He spins Mikara so she does a full circle and ends up sitting in the chair next to Halcyon. "But I'll tell you two things. First, I'll take all the help I can get saving my soul. Second, I'm easy." (winks)

[sblock=ooc] No worries H.M.Grimlord! I'm just RP'ing too. Definitely don't have any hurt feelings. Hate to ignore a substantial event in my characters (short lived) life. [/sblock]

 

[CaBaNa]

Gil visibly shrinks an inch or two, It's not my Razor... and they plant trees to make paper... I know a farmer who... Gil notices most of the room snickering, and looks over just in time to see Prime's punchline, hehehe oh...

Realizing the atmosphere was lighter than he'd originally thought, Gil finds comfort in Mikara's laughter, smiling to himself. I already like this place better than home... is that, wrong? Gil finds the question just as disturbing as any possible answer.

Looking down at his notes, Gil notices the amount of new information he'd need to study had grown considerably since Mikara had entered. Philosophy lesson, history lesson, life lesson, Gil was just trying to keep up at this point.

Right... Take back Allaria... Save soul... Easy... Shaking his head, he rereads the notes, Um... the wizard thinks twice and decides not to ask the question. Fight on, got it.

 

[LogicsFate]

Looking down at his notes, Gil notices the amount of new information he'd need to study had grown considerably since Mikara had entered. Philosophy lesson, history lesson, life lesson, Gil was just trying to keep up at this point.

Queen leans over and glances at Gil's notes. Perhaps you should make a new heading for an Anatomy Lesson, We believe the male wishes to copulate.