Tales From The Old Bald One-Eyed Salty Red Dog Tavern! (chapter 1, now closed)
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Lazlow
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Wystan:
[sblock]<heading back toward the tavern> "...so you see my lady that the general output of 2 human nations is required to feed those brutish orcs. Ah, here we are."
During the short trip back to the tavern, Carlotta listens and nods politely, but she is rather occupied with your drawings, and studies them intently.[/sblock]
"Kind Dwarf, have you seen all of the other deputies? And Mr. Bill? I seek to get their measurments for the uniforms. I also would like to buy the lovely lady following me an elven wine or the house best. NOT the house special mind you."
Sunderkeg is closest at the moment. "Well, I think a coople of yoor friends be back," he says, turning and looking around the room. "Ah, yes, there's some of them noo."
At the bar you see Berserker Bill chatting with Muirna. Desert has just walked in ahead of you and is standing behind Bill. Speaker seems to have dozed off at the table for a bit, apparently overwhelmed by the captivating tome he had been reading.
[sblock]<heading back toward the tavern> "...so you see my lady that the general output of 2 human nations is required to feed those brutish orcs. Ah, here we are."
During the short trip back to the tavern, Carlotta listens and nods politely, but she is rather occupied with your drawings, and studies them intently.[/sblock]
"Kind Dwarf, have you seen all of the other deputies? And Mr. Bill? I seek to get their measurments for the uniforms. I also would like to buy the lovely lady following me an elven wine or the house best. NOT the house special mind you."
Sunderkeg is closest at the moment. "Well, I think a coople of yoor friends be back," he says, turning and looking around the room. "Ah, yes, there's some of them noo."
At the bar you see Berserker Bill chatting with Muirna. Desert has just walked in ahead of you and is standing behind Bill. Speaker seems to have dozed off at the table for a bit, apparently overwhelmed by the captivating tome he had been reading.
Lazlow
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Gray Shade:
[sblock]Unfortunately, Muirna knows very little about the original owner of the Tavern. "That was well before my time," she says with a shrug. "I'm told that Berny knew him, but I never thought to ask him about that. All I've heard is rumors, of course, and even those aren't all that interesting. Apparently, the man was fond of an outrageously colored silk shirt that he acquired in his travels through the East. He was also supposed to be a bit of an eccentric, but who isn't? Other than that, I really have no idea. Some of the older folks might've known him."[/sblock]
[sblock]Unfortunately, Muirna knows very little about the original owner of the Tavern. "That was well before my time," she says with a shrug. "I'm told that Berny knew him, but I never thought to ask him about that. All I've heard is rumors, of course, and even those aren't all that interesting. Apparently, the man was fond of an outrageously colored silk shirt that he acquired in his travels through the East. He was also supposed to be a bit of an eccentric, but who isn't? Other than that, I really have no idea. Some of the older folks might've known him."[/sblock]
Lazlow
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Branding Opportunity said:
Upon your waking, the young lad who had been dared by his friends to go and see if you were, indeed, dead, jumps with a YELP!! and stands stock still, stupified and stunned at actually being this close to you. Terrified, he looks at you like a deer caught in a carriage's lamplight.
Gray Shade
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With the entrance of Desert, Berserker Bill ends his conversation with Muirna with a "thanks dear lady, thou's company is as charming as thou art knowledgeable." He gives her a wink and walks over to Desert, eyeing the sunrods with appreciation.
"Ah, excellent, my new friend!" If Desert seems to be having trouble seeing still, Bill will take one of his hands in a friendly shake. "So you're prepared for tomorrow, eh? If that be the case, then let's get over to the Grey Minstrel and get rooms for the night so we may rest our weary bones."
As he heads toward the door, he says to The Speaker, "Coming, sage?"
However, when he overhears Ranti at the bar, he glances back and says, "That's SHERIFF Bill, you--" Abruptly, he stops, brushes at the trail dust still clinging in spots to his breeches and sleeves, kicks a toe to heel and spins 180 degrees away from Desert and back toward the bar. While walking back toward the bar, he licks his thumb and straightens his eyebrows. At the bar, he leans on it, near the woman Ranti's brought in with him, on the opposite side of her from Ranti. "Well, hello," he says to her, his voice suddenly an octave lower and much more humid, while arching an eyebrow in as come-hither a fashion as he can manage. "You'll have to forgive my appearance, I've . . . been on the trail all day. Can I buy you some lutefisk? I hear it's wonderful." With a gesture of "two" and a jab at the bar he adds, "Sunderkeg, my good man--two house specials right here please. Ranti? No? You're good? Okay. Just two." He smiles at the woman. "So . . . Live here often?"
"Ah, excellent, my new friend!" If Desert seems to be having trouble seeing still, Bill will take one of his hands in a friendly shake. "So you're prepared for tomorrow, eh? If that be the case, then let's get over to the Grey Minstrel and get rooms for the night so we may rest our weary bones."
As he heads toward the door, he says to The Speaker, "Coming, sage?"
However, when he overhears Ranti at the bar, he glances back and says, "That's SHERIFF Bill, you--" Abruptly, he stops, brushes at the trail dust still clinging in spots to his breeches and sleeves, kicks a toe to heel and spins 180 degrees away from Desert and back toward the bar. While walking back toward the bar, he licks his thumb and straightens his eyebrows. At the bar, he leans on it, near the woman Ranti's brought in with him, on the opposite side of her from Ranti. "Well, hello," he says to her, his voice suddenly an octave lower and much more humid, while arching an eyebrow in as come-hither a fashion as he can manage. "You'll have to forgive my appearance, I've . . . been on the trail all day. Can I buy you some lutefisk? I hear it's wonderful." With a gesture of "two" and a jab at the bar he adds, "Sunderkeg, my good man--two house specials right here please. Ranti? No? You're good? Okay. Just two." He smiles at the woman. "So . . . Live here often?"
Ranger Rick
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Upon hearing that they will be going to the Grey Minstrel, Desert follows Bill back to the bar. Standing slightly behind him so his 1.9 meter frame looks at Ranti over (I assume) Bill's shoulder. Desert is Bald with a bushy blonde unibrow over black clear eyes. A Roman nose that is canted to the left, juts from the face. Quietly, he stands there staring with his black (iris) clear eyes, at Ranti.
Ranger Rick
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"M....M....Mi....Mister Share...Share...Share...Sherifffff...ffff.... Mister Sheriff Bill said we are going to the Grey Min...Min...Minstrel and go to bed."
"Are you tired already? It seems like the day has just begun...or at most is but a few hours behind us. I really need to get started on your uniform first."
Looking at the seamstress::
"My wonderful lady, this could be the first gentleman that you size and then Mr. Sheriff Bill here, and then we will see if K. returns and then the gentleman that appears to have just woken from his book and K.'s sidekick Richard....I will of course give you my measurments as well, but I would be making my own uniform. Did I miss anyone...."
I stare off into space counting....
Looking at the seamstress::
"My wonderful lady, this could be the first gentleman that you size and then Mr. Sheriff Bill here, and then we will see if K. returns and then the gentleman that appears to have just woken from his book and K.'s sidekick Richard....I will of course give you my measurments as well, but I would be making my own uniform. Did I miss anyone...."
I stare off into space counting....
Lazlow
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"thanks dear lady, thou's company is as charming as thou art knowledgeable."
Muirna blushes. "Oh my, well thank - " she pauses a second as a befuddled look crosses her face - "...you?" She cocks an eyebrow high, then shrugs and gets back to tending the customers.
At "hello", the woman stiffens and turns slowly to face you. She looks you up and down as you speak, her eyes finally coming to rest on your distinctive hat. She glares at it, as if she thinks it might slink off your head and go do something unspeakable in the corner. After a moment, she looks you straight in the eye and speaks.
"Ranti, my dahlink... Pleaze tell me zees... Person... Is one of yours, yes?" She leans back, bringing her face closer to Ranti, but never takes her eyes off of you. "He iz like ze shipwreck... Gruesome, tragic, and macabre... Yet.. I cannot bear to look avay..."
Sunderkeg joyfully plops down two steaming plates of lutefisk in front of you. "Enjoy!"
Muirna blushes. "Oh my, well thank - " she pauses a second as a befuddled look crosses her face - "...you?" She cocks an eyebrow high, then shrugs and gets back to tending the customers.
At "hello", the woman stiffens and turns slowly to face you. She looks you up and down as you speak, her eyes finally coming to rest on your distinctive hat. She glares at it, as if she thinks it might slink off your head and go do something unspeakable in the corner. After a moment, she looks you straight in the eye and speaks.
"Ranti, my dahlink... Pleaze tell me zees... Person... Is one of yours, yes?" She leans back, bringing her face closer to Ranti, but never takes her eyes off of you. "He iz like ze shipwreck... Gruesome, tragic, and macabre... Yet.. I cannot bear to look avay..."
Sunderkeg joyfully plops down two steaming plates of lutefisk in front of you. "Enjoy!"
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