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<blockquote data-quote="Insight" data-source="post: 5798291" data-attributes="member: 11437">UPSTAIRSRORY BARBAROSSA, a short man in his 60s, balding, malnourished, unkempt, in tattered clothing, steps forward into the light.&nbsp; &quot;Aye, yer not any Veiled Society,&quot; he says.Mr. Feathers flies over to perch on Barbarossa's bent arm.&nbsp; &quot;Now where have you been, Mr. Feathers?&nbsp; I bet you have some stories to tell.&quot;The bird squawks.&nbsp; &quot;Treasure on the island!&nbsp; Treasure on the island!&quot;&quot;What's that, you say?&quot; the old seafarer asks.&quot;The map!&quot;&nbsp; The bird squawks again.Barbarossa brushes his three-week growth of salt and pepper beard.&nbsp; &quot;Aw, yeah.&nbsp; That ol' thing.&quot;[ooc]At the moment, Astra sees not much going on out there.&nbsp; Geirgrim moves next to the door, but moves out of Astra's line of sight.[/ooc]Barbarossa casts a sidelong glance at Astra.&nbsp; &quot;Unfortunately, me lass, I'm in no shape fer climbin' anything.&quot;[ooc]Adam could carry Barbarossa, if necessary.&nbsp; He thinks that climbing back down the way you came will be made more difficult if you have to carry the old sailor, though.[/ooc]A WHISTLE blows from downstairs!&nbsp; There is a shuffle of feet down there, possibly out the front door!</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Insight, post: 5798291, member: 11437"] [size=3][color=gold][b][u]UPSTAIRS[/u][/b][/color][/size] RORY BARBAROSSA, a short man in his 60s, balding, malnourished, unkempt, in tattered clothing, steps forward into the light. [color=gold]"Aye, yer not any Veiled Society,"[/color] he says. Mr. Feathers flies over to perch on Barbarossa's bent arm. [color=gold]"Now where have you been, Mr. Feathers? I bet you have some stories to tell."[/color] The bird squawks. [color=gold]"Treasure on the island! Treasure on the island!"[/color] [color=gold]"What's that, you say?"[/color] the old seafarer asks. [color=gold]"The map!"[/color] The bird squawks again. Barbarossa brushes his three-week growth of salt and pepper beard. [color=gold]"Aw, yeah. That ol' thing."[/color] [ooc]At the moment, Astra sees not much going on out there. Geirgrim moves next to the door, but moves out of Astra's line of sight.[/ooc] Barbarossa casts a sidelong glance at Astra. [color=gold]"Unfortunately, me lass, I'm in no shape fer climbin' anything."[/color] [ooc]Adam could carry Barbarossa, if necessary. He thinks that climbing back down the way you came will be made more difficult if you have to carry the old sailor, though.[/ooc] A [b]WHISTLE[/b] blows from downstairs! There is a shuffle of feet down there, possibly out the front door! [/QUOTE]

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