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<blockquote data-quote="Casar Couer De' Lion" data-source="post: 1076718" data-attributes="member: 13063">The door to the tavern is kicked in with a loud burst and a dashing young half-elf strolls in from the windy night his dark hair blowing freely in the swift breeze.&nbsp; He holds a mandolin in his hands and walks up to the table with a light step.&nbsp; His melodic voice begins a slow chant acompanied by the stings of his instrument.&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Oh... I sing of a lady o' so fair.&nbsp; A silver frost that is her hair.&nbsp; She journeyed both far a wide.&nbsp; Finding a way to enchant whats inside.&nbsp; A witch of the heart, this lady may be.&nbsp; Her potions enough to enchant even me.&nbsp; However she suffers a sad twist of fate.&nbsp; For she yerns for a truely won mate.&nbsp; Her potions may cause love at first sight.&nbsp; But nay do they last for more then one fun night.&nbsp; What she should do is simple but true.&nbsp; Follow the heart and it will guide you.&nbsp; To one oh so dashing one so grand.&nbsp; It will lead you a love that is not fake.&nbsp; It will lead you to I Mercuchio Firedrake.&quot;&nbsp; He ends his song within an inch of the ladies face dark brown eyes gleeming into hers, and a bright wide smile on his face.&nbsp; He puckers his face and gives a mock kiss to Lady Dalisandrea and then stnads up strait.&nbsp; &quot;Sorry Im late lads and ladies, but there was something that needed my services, and when Mercuchio is called the Firedrake must answer.&nbsp; A pleasure to meet you all Im sure, now please slide down make room, I require a little nurishment before the fun of night sets on.&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp; He says this last line as he takes his seat and gives a little wink to Lady Dalisandrea.&nbsp; He begins digging in, eating whatever he can reach off other plates or from the plater itself.&nbsp; &quot;So what I miss?&quot; OOC:&nbsp; Perform check on my song to &quot;charm&quot; (in a non magical sense) the lady 28 (natural 20)Edit:&nbsp; changed color also if I do anything in red its performing in some fasion, blue will be for regular speech</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Casar Couer De' Lion, post: 1076718, member: 13063"] The door to the tavern is kicked in with a loud burst and a dashing young half-elf strolls in from the windy night his dark hair blowing freely in the swift breeze. He holds a mandolin in his hands and walks up to the table with a light step. His melodic voice begins a slow chant acompanied by the stings of his instrument. [COLOR=red]"Oh... I sing of a lady o' so fair. A silver frost that is her hair. She journeyed both far a wide. Finding a way to enchant whats inside. A witch of the heart, this lady may be. Her potions enough to enchant even me. However she suffers a sad twist of fate. For she yerns for a truely won mate. Her potions may cause love at first sight. But nay do they last for more then one fun night. What she should do is simple but true. Follow the heart and it will guide you. To one oh so dashing one so grand. It will lead you a love that is not fake. It will lead you to I Mercuchio Firedrake." [/COLOR] He ends his song within an inch of the ladies face dark brown eyes gleeming into hers, and a bright wide smile on his face. He puckers his face and gives a mock kiss to Lady Dalisandrea and then stnads up strait. [COLOR=skyblue]"Sorry Im late lads and ladies, but there was something that needed my services, and when Mercuchio is called the Firedrake must answer. A pleasure to meet you all Im sure, now please slide down make room, I require a little nurishment before the fun of night sets on."[/COLOR] He says this last line as he takes his seat and gives a little wink to Lady Dalisandrea. He begins digging in, eating whatever he can reach off other plates or from the plater itself. [COLOR=skyblue]"So what I miss?"[/COLOR] OOC: Perform check on my song to "charm" (in a non magical sense) the lady 28 (natural 20) Edit: changed color also if I do anything in red its performing in some fasion, blue will be for regular speech [/QUOTE]

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