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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DM with a vengence" data-source="post: 152506" data-attributes="member: 1679">The following have been edited for content, humor, dialogue, and general goodness.  It has been formatted to fit your message boards.Any resemblance to persons real or fictional is entirely coincidentalAll names are entirely original and if you've seen them before, the other people stole them from me <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />.<a href="http://www.dmwithavengence.freeservers.com/HeroesofTanar.htm" target="_blank">Heroes of Tanar Introductory Flash Movie</a>The Heroes of TanarA New Friend“Well, here we are,” Milo said as he folded his map and dismounted.  “Tanar.”“Looks like a pleasant place.”  Ladinya said, surveying the large town of around 3000 souls.  “Very, idyllic.”“I think it’s a bit on the civilized side.  Almost feels like I never left Crayvaenn.”  Kit chimed in.“If the monsters are already dead, we can always go on into the hinterlands around Wyn.”  Nikki added.Milo sniffed the air, “Tavern over that way.”“How can you tell?” Kit asked, “I can’t see anything.”“Halfling senses, if there is any beer within 100 feet, we’ll find it.  Now come on, let’s go get drunk.”The inn was called the Golden Dragon, and was identified by a gilded dragon swinging from a pole above the door.  It was also identified by that indefinable mix of beer, companionship, and poor music that seemed to accompany all the bars in the world.  …Ooooohhhhh, This man had a notionof sailing the oceanand so he build a shipwith a sharp pointy tip…The crowd started to boo, slamming their hands on the tables in an unruly beat.  “Get, off,  the, stage!”The middle-aged elven bard on the stage back off slowly, hand reaching inside his coat in a movement that Milo instantly recognized as going for a concealed dagger.  “Please, I am sure that we can come to a peaceful agreement, perhaps if I buy a round of drinks, you will let me continue to entertain you.”    “Come on, let’s get him!”  Shouted a burly man.    “I gots his ears!”  A large half-orc carrying a battleaxe roared, charging the hapless elf.    The elf had the dagger out in seconds, He sent it spinning across the room, hamstringing the orc and drawing a second dagger in one swift movement.  “The next man who attacks me gets this one in the throat.”  His voice quavered.  “I swear this by Corelleon Larethian.” The orc lay squirming on the floor, clutching his wounded leg.  The men started to fan out, egging each other on.    “We have to help him.”  Sir Jadael said.    “Why?  What the loss of an elf, especially one that can’t even carry a tune, or for that matter, a sword.”  Nikki asked.    “Please, let me handle this.”  Ladinya stepped forward, rasping a few words in Draconic, her arms moving in an arcane gesture.  A aura of brilliant colored light sprang into existence, tiny bolts of lightning dancing off the walls, a wind sprang up, swirling dust and loose clothing in a whirlwind around the room.  Her voice echoed through the hall. “I am Ladinya of the arcane, unhand this bard, or prepare to be blasted into non-existence.”  Balls of energy bounced through the room, crackling malevolently.    The display faded, leaving the bar silent except for the sound of jaws hitting the floor.“Yes…”  The shell-shocked man who had started the disruption gulped.  “We’ll unhand him.  In fact, he’s all yours.  Please don’t hurt me!”  The man ran screaming out of the tavern.    “Barmaid! 4 ales and a glass of wine for the artiste here.”  Milo shouted over the crowd.    “I can’t thank you enough for saving my life.”  Zeebo “Farstrider”  Zanquil, elven bard told the party for the 500th time.    “Please, it was nothing.”  Ladinya insisted.    “It was not!  Anyway, you told me you were adventures, do you mind if I join your little group? I feel it’s about time to shake the dust of this town out of my clothes.”    “Can you fight?”  Milo interjected.    “Why good sir, not only am I trained in the performing arts, but among my family I was known as a master archer and swordsman.  I can work magic with my music, a simple tune can suggest your course of action for hours.”    “Let him in.  We can always use another fighter.”  The usually silent Sir Jadael said.    “Okay fine,” Ladinya concurred.    “Good,”  Kit agreed    “Well, why not?” Nikki added.    “Okay then. Welcome to The Non-Gender Specific People in Tights.”  Milo finished.    “But you aren’t wearing any tights.”  Zeebo said.    “The tights are more of philosophy that a physical object.”  Milo answered.    “And the philosophy would be?”    “We don’t know.”    “Aha!”    “So, what can you tell us about Tanar…”    “Way too much, my good halfling, way too much…”</blockquote>

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