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"Ah, crap!" Berserker Bill exclaims suddenly. He lets Desert keep walking toward the sails, thinking they'll pick him up on their way back through, then takes anyone who does follow, BACK in the direction they just came from. "Sorry, team, we need to talk to the local head of the guard, Phyfe...

I, too, will be out the week of GenCon (Aug. 14-21), and will be posting rarely the week before, but I'll try to keep up, and perhaps can access the site through a friend's computer once in Indy. Oops. Er, but I AM here now.

Berserker Bill gives a doubtful glower when the Jam Dabbler says "quite a steal." Once Ranti is ready to go, Berserker Bill will say, "Off we go, then, companions!" and lead the way out the door and up the road heading north out of town.

"Er, yeah. Sorry, Dessert. I was mistaken, I thought the potions would come separately, but they're here all together in this one jar. Does anyone have a spoon?" If no one has a spoon, Berserker Bill will buy one.

Bill looks back without scampering. "Sounds great! I'll take that and the fire resistence jam. And throw in some masterwork, but non-magical, blueberry preserves." Berserker Bill will pay for the jellies, then get in line with Ranti. On his turn he'll follow the Jam Dabbler's advice and buy...

Berserker Bill stares at Desert with his hand wrapped around the top of a jar. Suddenly he hangs his head low and puts the jar back, unopened. "Oh, yes. Of course. Well, perhaps I'll buy a jar--it does look tasty, doesn't it?"

Jam, yum! Berserker Bill says: "Most excellent, jam-master gnome! Tis a lovely shop you keep with yon cute serving wench. But we are on a great quest and seek potions, not delicious jellies. Mayhaps you can . . . " He looks around the shop for potions, then steps back outside to look up at...

"One each should be fine, Desert. Good attitude, Ranti!" Berserker Bill responds. "Now . . . for those potions . . . " He then hesitently moves for the door, and walks through.

"Big, hot, flaming bugs, Desert. I'll tell you when to take it, if you want me to."

(OOC: sorry, was distracted by work stuff for a few days) Berserker Bill raises a hand and points at the door. "Er, yeah. Everyone eat first." He'll wait for everyone to finish, then raise his hand and point at the door again. "Onward!" he says, and walks out of the Old Bald and to the...

Berserker Bill is a little embarrassed. "Er, sorry, Ranti. But you know, this other member will, I'm sure, already be decked out. Perhaps you could whip up a matching sash or something while we travel and he could wear his badge on it. It would be just the touch he'll need, I'm sure. As for...

Berserker Bill shows up for the new day with sallow eyes and a bloated feeling tongue. However his spirits rise when he sees the party assembled with their uniforms. He takes his kilt and cape and steps somewhere private to change (OOC: just cause I'm a nice guy). When he comes out in his...

Thanks. :) I think we're all in different time zones right now--Desert is trying to get us rooms (probably at the Cobbler's), Wystan and K are up in the morning and ready to go, my guy is still sleeping, and Branding is . . . er . . . getting a room? I'm sure we'll regroup soon. ;)

Er, I think Wystan got ahead of the rest of us. You're handing out clothing in the bar, and my guy is still sleeping for the night (I guess). :uhoh: Lazlow, can you remedy the discrepency? Thanks!

Nice! Good luck! :D For some reason, Bill's chest hair didn't do it for her, maybe your charms will. Maybe she's just not into humans . . . yeah, that must be it. :uhoh:

OCC: Done and sleeping heavily in a room at the Grey Minstrel if able, dreaming of seamstresses who DO dig him, probably waking a few times to wonder what he was thinking to eat all that lutefisk right before bed. Ugh!

Berserker Bill narrows his eyes again, then laughs. "You know, I've been shot down by classier dames than you on streetcorners." He picks up his lutefisk again, puts it back down again, and turns to Desert. "See, now this guy's got class." He gives one of the specials (drinks) to Desert and...

Berserker Bill's eyes widen and a corner of his mouth lifts into a curious smile. He pops his neck, and the light from the gold medalions nestling in his chest fur *bling-bling* at Carlotta. "Oh, yeah you do." :cool:

Beserker Bill seems totally unaffected by the reaction of the patrons and Muirna, but gives the woman an outright angry look that could (metaphorically) turn a red dragon white, then looks past her to Ranti and says, "Like I said before: Cape and kilt. 38 waist." He stands, gathers his armor...

Berserker Bill frowns and furrows his considerable brow. "Woman! How can I beseech the gods to bless thee without thine name?" He sighs and then drums his fingers on the bar waiting for the drinks. After a few listless drumrolls, he says, "Yes. Measurements." He removes his traveling cloak and...