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"Aye, abomination," says Mahe in response to Dara. "But let's not get carried away, eh?" He gives her a cocerned look. "Is anyone hurt?" In reponse to Gespath, Mahe comes over only to recoil, his mouth pressed into a hard line. "Feh. More of an abomination that I thought." He turns back...

Fant thanks Joe for his prompt service, and raises her glass to Jack as he exits. "A pair of fools, Haggerty," she says after him. "Not worth your time." She turns back to the bar. Despite her internal declaration, her despondency is persisting. She sighs again into her glass. And...

Sorry for the delay just now, y'all. Got "thrown" a birthday party which took up much of my time. Incidentally, I got the Book of Erotic Fantasy as a "joke" gift from the gaming group. And let me say, that disease is nasty. Expect any attept on Accalon's part to seduce Rhesa to involve lots...

Aeweth stares at Lydia, confused, alternating between the brand and the other woman's eyes. "I-I-I'm not sure..." she begins, but then Brei enters. "Darkest desires?" thinks Rhesa, laughing to herself. Wonder what else she wants to show me. Less than even idle spectulation, but it amuses...

"B-b-but sir," says Williams sheepishly, "we've only g-g-got the one set each." "Nudity encourages sinful thoughts," adds Smythe, seeming to ignore the fact that the homeless group is, collectively, about as likely to inspire sinful thoughts as a gaping chest wound. "Noo worries, my goood...

"I'm no lad," says Cromwell seriously. "You'll address me as 'corporal,' soldier." There's a beat, and then he gives a big, tusky grin and slaps Craddoc on the back. "Thanks for the help. Might've kept it from getting ugly." He takes a drink. "Uglier."

Let me think... Fant says "no." :p I hope all goes well, it's just Fant doesn't.

Sorry, just want to make sure. Are you all following Troi's tracks, or the others?

Another update worth the wait. :) I hesitate to temper praise with nitpicking, but you refer to H's eternal organs. Which may be what you mean, but I doubt it. :p (I am the immortal spleen!

Barring three nos, that is. :) I'll take a look at this and comment. Just not right now. (Mmm, sleep).

I had it in my head from Sepulchrave's thread, and then I realized some 'loth mercenaries of unknown alliegance would nicely muddle the devil and demon infested waters.

Cromwell lets out his breath and regains his control. That... could have gone far worse. He joins in the drink.

Octar lets out a soft groan. "Perhaps a tactical retreat is in order..."

Williams, a small man who has been positively quivering ever since Grog shook his hand, squeeks as the Orc delivers his piece and runs back into the rubble. "Justaminutesirwon'tbeaminutehere'sachairsir." He comes dragging a big wooden barrel. Speaking in less of an uninterrupted stream but...

Oh. Oh dear. Profanity fails in Rhesa's mind. Then, her second thought: Should you really be surprised? Lydia's no schoolgirl. She worships a goddess of death, she's got this wierd obsession with corpses, dresses all in black.... Rhesa tries to figure out why she's so... dissapointed. She...

My advice: Wait for judge. Sparky's keeping an eye on the Tavern primarily, among others. See also discussion thread for some talk about duelling and you can ask there for a judge to come your way.

Well, sh-t again. He's sharp. Aeweth blushes, averts her eyes, and speaks quietly. "S- sorry. I- I'm new at this, and I didn't exactly come to this normally." She smiles bashfully. Well, all technically true. Oh, for the love of-! Madame Brie, you aren't paying me nearly enough. Rhesa...

Octar grins through the pain at Tullius' words of praise, although the grin disappears as the new man appears. With him tended to, Octar will watch Marcus' and Ehldannis' backs.

I believe the correct reponse is quiet you! More seriously, the timeless bar threw me off some, and besides, the Dragon is different than most pubs. Consider it to be noonish. The hobos all seem disconcerted by Grog, shooting Coom looks that say What kind of help is this, anyway? They seem...

Fant re-enters the common area from the back room and scans the tavern. Robillard dancing, his hangers-on by the fire, Calamar and Cain hopefully making arrangements to go into a dark alley somewhere and come back short a wizard. Fant sighes and asks Joe for a glass of wine. She had lost her...