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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 2770234" data-attributes="member: 9255">EBERRON: THE CREATION SCHEMA11 / 11 / 05SEGMENT 162“My Story for a Drink”The man struggled to go through the doorway.  He had has walked 100’s of miles and been attacked dozens of times.  Each time he was certain he had died.  Yet here he is.  At the Breland Tavern in SW Breland.  He climbed onto the bar and asked for a drink.  Something strong.  The bartender looked at him with distrust.“5 coppers.”The man in the ripped and bloodied blue and gold uniform reached into his pocket.  Nothing.  The entire inside of the pocket had been torn out.  Possibly when he was attacked by the Dire Bear in the Graywall Mountains.  Or was it the Wyvern or the pack of wolves or even the Ankheg.   Doesn’t matter much.  He was without coin.He smiled and shrugged his shoulders to the bartender.  Angered by almost giving out a free drink the bartender calls out to his bouncer- an orc wearing studded leather armor.“Wait a mere moment good sir.  Allow me to pay for that drink.  If of course he is willing.”  All three turn to the source of the voice.  A lovely woman with a beaming smile sits at the table near the back.  Her flute and guitar give away her occupation.“I can not repay you bard.” Says the man.“Tell me of your story and consider it paid.  If I like the story there may be a meal to follow.” She says with cheer.They sit down and each takes a sip from their drinks.  “I am known only as The Bard.  I live by my songs and wits alone.”“I am …” Suddenly the door slams open.  A Gnoll with fierce red eyes steps in.   The Orc bodyguard quivers in fear.  He is slow to reach for his club.  The bartender has already left the bar and tries to sneak through the storage room behind the bar.  The few other patrons inside cower in fear.  One even begins to weep uncontrollably.The Bard and her storyteller turn to face it.  The soiled man whimpers.  “Not again…”The Bard studies the man briefly then turns to the Gnoll with obvious fiendish blood in his bloodline.  She can almost smell it.The Orc trembles as he says the bar is closing.  For this he dies a painful death as a beam of magical energy shots out from the gnolls hand.“Where is it?  I feel it clawing at my infernal soul!  I must destroy it!”  The Gnoll looks around then stops and stares at the table occupied by the man and the Bard.  A beam of energy shots out and cleaves off an arm of the man and narrowly misses the Bard.  The bard lifts a wand and blasts the surprised Gnoll.  A second blast knocks the Gnoll outside the door.  The man picks up his burnt arm and crying says “Not #$%&* again!”   The Bard ignores him for a moment as she goes to the doorway.  The Gnoll picks itself up from the ground.  “I have issues with the cockroach- not you.”“That ‘cockroach’ is going to be my meal ticket for quite some time.  So bugger off!” and she zaps the Gnoll again.  It doesn’t get up this time.She returns to the table and sees the man steeling himself.  Then in a cry of anguish he touches his severed arm to his shoulder and it reattaches.  The pain is great however and the man seems near to unconscience.“Sorry …it happens a lot to me …at least now it does….”“Wait here.  I’ll get a bottle.  I doubt the bartender will argue with me.  How about a name.”“Regganold.”</blockquote>

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