kristoaster
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"Fat elves?" Dante replies from across the bar. "You should see fat wilden! Little shrubbery-men."
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Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man
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H.M.Gimlord
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As Zardi takes his seat and begins honing his weapon, the bartender snaps out of his reverie, "They're ice-elves. They usually live in the polar regions, old Nick," he nods out the door "and I met years ago. He'd run away from home in disgrace. I gave him a place to stay at the tavern and helped patch things up with his family when they came down here to look for him."
He picks up the figurine and examines it continuing absently, "He used to come down here once a year at midnight, leaving little toys like this," he gives the figurine a displaying turn so that Zardi could see the face of the girl. "I think he took a fancy to my daughter.
"Anyway, I know it was pretty sneaky, but it was just his way of saying thank you I guess. I caught him this year, though. Evidently he's been getting in through the flue," The bartender laughs with a slightly devilish grin, "Should've seen the surprise on his face when he found the hearth still burning."
FourMonos
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[sblock=ooc] Nice Christmas posts HMG. This is a little out of chronologic "turn" but what the hell. [/sblock]
Artemis watches Mikara leave. No hand shake or nod of the head. Definitely not a hug.
Artemis strolls over and sits next to Gil.
"Gil, you know what? I'm a little worried about her soul..."
He gives his head a small shake, and smiles broadly. "So, 7 Rabbit, tell me about these large balls of fire, hellions, aussi-gin and ancients among the stars. I was only half listening."
Artemis watches Mikara leave. No hand shake or nod of the head. Definitely not a hug.
Artemis strolls over and sits next to Gil.
"Gil, you know what? I'm a little worried about her soul..."
He gives his head a small shake, and smiles broadly. "So, 7 Rabbit, tell me about these large balls of fire, hellions, aussi-gin and ancients among the stars. I was only half listening."
H.M.Gimlord
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Iron Sky
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Sir Exsixten marches slouchingly to the fireplace. He isn't wearing calico pants, nor does he have a mustache. Though he's looking at the fire, he doesn't appear to be on fire himself and if he were there's a good probability smoke wouldn't be green.
From what you can surmise, he is talking to himself, but from what you can't make out he's not talking about politics nor wrestling but could be magic. He doesn't look at anyone except the people he looks at while he reatreats forwards to the back of the side room without the fireplace.
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JoeNotCharles
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7 Rabbit wakes with a start from where he had dozed off with his head in his hands. "Oh, sorry! I'm still quite tired. What's all the commotion about?"
pathfinderq1
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As a few moments of quiet seem to fall within the tavern, the front door was carefully pushed open. A grim-looking young elf stepped carefully into the room and looked around, obviously orienting himself in unfamiliar terrain.
Of average height, and wiry (or even thin) build, the newcomer had sharply-chiseled features even by elven standards, and his dark hair was cut very short (as if his head had been shaved and the hair had only recently begun to grow back). He was dressed in soft dark colors, greys and browns, that seemed to blend well with the background- the outfit looked somewhat like a military uniform of some kind, though it had no identifying insignia. A heavy backpack, bow case, and several capped quivers of arrows were strapped to his back. His eyes were hidden behind shaded glass lenses of some sort- but they did not seem to hinder his vision.
After a brief moment of observation, he stepped forward a few paces- turing to the barkeep he bowed his head just fractionally and spoke in a firm voice. "Brenn Blackfeather," was how he introduced himself- though once he had voiced it, he looked around the room to see if the identification was challenged. Then he moved to a vacant table and began to set down his gear.
[sblock= OOC] Character sheet is almost done- new character (finally) replacing a retired PC. Ranger (hunter) 4. [/sblock]
Of average height, and wiry (or even thin) build, the newcomer had sharply-chiseled features even by elven standards, and his dark hair was cut very short (as if his head had been shaved and the hair had only recently begun to grow back). He was dressed in soft dark colors, greys and browns, that seemed to blend well with the background- the outfit looked somewhat like a military uniform of some kind, though it had no identifying insignia. A heavy backpack, bow case, and several capped quivers of arrows were strapped to his back. His eyes were hidden behind shaded glass lenses of some sort- but they did not seem to hinder his vision.
After a brief moment of observation, he stepped forward a few paces- turing to the barkeep he bowed his head just fractionally and spoke in a firm voice. "Brenn Blackfeather," was how he introduced himself- though once he had voiced it, he looked around the room to see if the identification was challenged. Then he moved to a vacant table and began to set down his gear.
[sblock= OOC] Character sheet is almost done- new character (finally) replacing a retired PC. Ranger (hunter) 4. [/sblock]
FourMonos
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Artemis stands up after Brenn introduces himself. He walks slowly to Brenn's table. On the way, he picks up two mugs of ale and places them down in front of the ranger.
"Hail Brenn! And welcome to the Hanged Man's Tavern."
He smiles broady and extends his hand.
"My name is Artemis Harks. Like many of those here, I'm simply looking for glory. I'm a former soldier myself," indicating Brenn's clothing. "You have come to a unique establishment. There are many good people here, some seeking knowledge, some fame, some... well, some I'm not sure."
"Hail Brenn! And welcome to the Hanged Man's Tavern."
He smiles broady and extends his hand.
"My name is Artemis Harks. Like many of those here, I'm simply looking for glory. I'm a former soldier myself," indicating Brenn's clothing. "You have come to a unique establishment. There are many good people here, some seeking knowledge, some fame, some... well, some I'm not sure."
pathfinderq1
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Brenn nodded in acknowledgement, and only then remembered to extend his own hand- it seemed obvious that that was not a form of greeting he was used to. He seemd to sit almost on the edge of his chair, as if ready to move at any moment. "Not sure what I'm seeking here either, other than a way to earn a few coins of my own. I've heard that this was a place where one might go to hear about work- dangerous work, and that is my favorite kind, though I'd prefer it to be dangerous for the other side."
He looked around the room again, taking note of some of the more unusual inhabitants. "From the look of things, this place is a bit more... exotic than I'm used to. Is it usually like this?"
He looked around the room again, taking note of some of the more unusual inhabitants. "From the look of things, this place is a bit more... exotic than I'm used to. Is it usually like this?"
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