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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7884407" data-attributes="member: 9255">JOHN PLAY“11 PLAY REVISITED”SEGMENT 143“AWKWARD”THERENDOR 1, 998Play wakes up with a hangover. “How much?” He grumbles painfully to himself.  He feels a leg against his leg and he smiles.  He rolls over slowly and closes his eyes to kiss Avireal.  He kisses her deeply in the mouth then feels her thump his head.  He opens his eyes.“Wha….?!?”  And he backpeddles as he sees red skin and jet black hair.  “mmmmm…..   and good morning to you also John.”He falls out of the bed and discovers he is lacking clothing- even his sleeping clothes.   Suddenly the blankets pull and twist as Avireal sits up abruptly on the other side of the surprise guest. “Are we under attack?!?Then it hits him.Hard.Too much to drink.Waaaaaaay too much.He crawls to a modest wooden screen used for dressing and locates some clothes to put on.  He sticks his head out and finds Avireal, also stripped, stretching and looking around.  The tiefling is sitting on the edge of the bed sorting out her clothes.“Wha….What happened. No.  Scratch that.  I know.  But I……”“Relax.   Its no big deal.   The two of you had too much to drink and if you wish, I took advantage of it.  I’m like that.  You know- a Tiefling…… a Tiefling bard no less.”“I’ll give you some ah…. Privacy.  I’m going to locate some food downstairs.” Says Play wearing pants and one boot.Shortly the two women come downstairs.   Their appearances are a stark contrast.  Black vs white hair.  Red skin vs Black skin.  Avireal’s tattoos and The Bard’s horns and tail.They find bread, butter and eggs for breakfast.  The Bard has these but the other two skip the eggs.  They take their meals and sit near a window.  They eat in silence for a minute then the tiefling speaks up.“You know…..  I’ve heard of you.    Jazen……Play……… John Play of Sharn.    You have inspired more than one or two bardic songs with your….. exploits.”“I have?” he says with a mix of surprise and of confidence.“Naturally.  He is a good man.” Answers the Drow.“Some songs changed names of you, the people and the places to avoid any Lantern attention. You may have heard the limerick- “and the masked men all fell down.”“That’s not me.”“You didn’t face twenty plus Emerald Claw terrorists and in the process blow up their alchemical lab?”He silently smiles.  “Good Times.” He says quietly.“As I said- he is a good man.” Answers Avireal as she squeezes his hand on the table.Play realizes he is the only one it seems to be disturbed by the nights events.“Avireal said you were seeking your mother.  Is that true?”He hesitates then answers.  “Yes.”“There are several strongholds south of here- along the shore.  I am certain she would be at one of these.   With more information, perhaps I can help you locate her.”“I couldn’t repay you-““No need.  I like to help people.  Good People.”  She looks around suddenly distracted.  “Has anyone seen Reggie?”Three buildings down Reggie is spotted on the floor…. Upside down still.   He stinks of vomit.  The keep curses and hurries to him.  The man has seemly drowned on his vomit.  He is dead. The keep rolls him over into a sitting position and calls for help.  “What is Darren?  What could be so- OH!” calls out the startled wife.  Then a ring worn by Reggie glows lightly and suddenly he coughs and vomit clears his throat.“Wha…. What happened?”   Reggie stammers.“A miracle!” calls out the wife.  “You died but…. You’re alive.”The wife goes to get a wet cloth to clean him up and the keep sets up a chair to sit him on.   Reggie looks at his ring.  His magical ring.  His CURSED magical ring.  “Well…… that’s a new one.”</blockquote>

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