National Acrobat
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Merrim thanks the man, and gives him 2 silver pieces for his generosity. She then goes and prepares for her bath, and then bed in a bed. Ah, how nice, to sleep in a bed again.
(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust
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Vexed
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:: Leaning back in his chair, Draven removes a whetstone from his pack and pulls a dagger from his boot. He begins sharpening it, as he rocks back and forth, listing to the "creeking sound" of the wood under the weight of his body. He begins adjusting the leather strap that is bound to the hilt, and quickly riffles through his pack with his off hand. The sound of parchement being crumpled indicating a great amount of paper is in the bag. He also silently takes note of Merrims departure. Crossing one leg over the other, he continually looks up with his eyes at the man wearing the breastplate. His body language remaining passive. ::
Guilt Puppy
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Fendric: "Father Premule? Ah, well, sir, I would go ask at the Fortress Center... I'm not sure he lives there or the barracks, but you I imagine you can get in touch with him there, ah, Father sir..." He proceeds to give you directions to the fortress-temple of Heironeous, which seems to be near the heart of the town -- from his description, you recall seeing it's hulking spires on the skyline coming into town. The barracks are near there, then, he explains, there are other, smaller posts around the city where he might be, if you need to see him in person.
Draven: As you begin scraping your dagger, the man in the breastplate turns toward you, his eyes round with drink. "You're a quiet one," he says, not seeming to expect a response. "What's with the blade? Trying to convince us something?"
Draven: As you begin scraping your dagger, the man in the breastplate turns toward you, his eyes round with drink. "You're a quiet one," he says, not seeming to expect a response. "What's with the blade? Trying to convince us something?"
dpdx
Explorer
"Thank you very kindly!", Fendric replies to the bartender. "Now, how much do I owe you for a room?"
Upon hearing the answer, Fendric pays the man and takes the last half of his ale back to the table to sit with Aerda. Fendric's a slow drinker [much like his player] and can make two ales last well into the evening.
"The bartender was kind enough to direct me to Brother Premule's usual spot, so we can either deliver his letter tonight or first thing in the morning," he says to Aerda.
Upon hearing the answer, Fendric pays the man and takes the last half of his ale back to the table to sit with Aerda. Fendric's a slow drinker [much like his player] and can make two ales last well into the evening.
"The bartender was kind enough to direct me to Brother Premule's usual spot, so we can either deliver his letter tonight or first thing in the morning," he says to Aerda.
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Nico closes his Violin case, making it clear that he is done 'working' for the evening. He then plays a selection of tunes from his knowledge of this area/country. Ditties and little pieces to accompany his Lymericks.
OoC:I have Lymerick as one of my Perform sub-skills.
Roll: 16+9 for the Violin=25
Roll: 11+7 for the Limmericks =18.
Well, my comedy is hardly that of good Ms. Merrim...
OoC:I have Lymerick as one of my Perform sub-skills.
Roll: 16+9 for the Violin=25
Roll: 11+7 for the Limmericks =18.
Well, my comedy is hardly that of good Ms. Merrim...
National Acrobat
First Post
OOC: Ah yes, but Niccolo has the soul of a musician, Merrim is just an illusionist who aspires to be a comedian and storyteller.
After her bath, Merrim will come back to the dining area for a spot of tea, if available, before bed. After that, she will inform the others that she is going to sleep and that she will see them in the am.
After her bath, Merrim will come back to the dining area for a spot of tea, if available, before bed. After that, she will inform the others that she is going to sleep and that she will see them in the am.
Vexed
First Post
:: Sitting in his chair, closing his eyes to try and stop the light from the fireplace from intensifying his headache, opening them only to take note of the man in the armor. A mercenary? The veins pulsing to the side of his temple causing him to grind his teeth slightly, while trying to remain indifferent, giving off the apperance nothing is bothering him. The constant irritation mixed with pangs of pain. Looking over at the man who seems so interested in himself and the others. Now taking notice of his wide eyes, he is going to actually say something now?::
"...the man in the breastplate turns toward you, his eyes round with drink . "You're a quiet one," he says, not seeming to expect a response. "What's with the blade? Trying to convince us something?"
*Thinking
~Coward. They all want to hear the word "we" or "us". Filling stadiums and arenas to hear the words. Don't like to hear the singular voice? They fear themselves. Hide in the cancerous folds of unity. Breed fear into everything they do, life is too short. Be yourself. No, that is to hard. You can't take off the mask you wear for everyone you met, that is, if you could get it over the alcohol you shove in your face. .... I bet i could convince you a human can drown in three inches of water~
:: Looking down at the hilt of his dagger, and making sure the hilt feels comfortable he sets the dagger on the table and takes a long drink from his glass of water. He sighs loudly afterward , leaning back in the chair, and tilting his head slightly, he looks at the man with his eyes, and says in a calm voice::
Draven::" Well... you know what they say about the quiet ones...
"...the man in the breastplate turns toward you, his eyes round with drink . "You're a quiet one," he says, not seeming to expect a response. "What's with the blade? Trying to convince us something?"
*Thinking
~Coward. They all want to hear the word "we" or "us". Filling stadiums and arenas to hear the words. Don't like to hear the singular voice? They fear themselves. Hide in the cancerous folds of unity. Breed fear into everything they do, life is too short. Be yourself. No, that is to hard. You can't take off the mask you wear for everyone you met, that is, if you could get it over the alcohol you shove in your face. .... I bet i could convince you a human can drown in three inches of water~
:: Looking down at the hilt of his dagger, and making sure the hilt feels comfortable he sets the dagger on the table and takes a long drink from his glass of water. He sighs loudly afterward , leaning back in the chair, and tilting his head slightly, he looks at the man with his eyes, and says in a calm voice::
Draven::" Well... you know what they say about the quiet ones...
Guilt Puppy
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Draven: "Yes, I know what they say. And I am watching..." He knocks back the rest of his drink, as though that would prove his point.
Niccolo: The young audience seems to appreciate your limericks -- especially the bawdier ones. Even the one in the corner can't suppress the occasional laugh at a surprising thought.
(Should I assume it's off to sleep at this point? Unless there's anything you want to clear up this evening, you can jump ahead to your actions next morning... As it stands, the night passes without interruption.)
Niccolo: The young audience seems to appreciate your limericks -- especially the bawdier ones. Even the one in the corner can't suppress the occasional laugh at a surprising thought.
(Should I assume it's off to sleep at this point? Unless there's anything you want to clear up this evening, you can jump ahead to your actions next morning... As it stands, the night passes without interruption.)
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