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Post by Simani on Mar 7, 2017 19:25:57 GMT
"By all means....put a bowl down. I know you just want a cheeky glance at my arse." She glances at the floor and with a wry smile at Kal she says "I might even take my top off and clean this mess up, although I may need a few more drinks for that."
"Isn't that business with the Thayens best kept quiet for now?" She says as she leans over the bar to refill her tankard while the bar keep isn't looking. Her bum in the air for everyone to see and her tail waving from side to side.
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Post by Olathgolst on Mar 7, 2017 19:29:29 GMT
*Olathgoslt laughs and orders simani another drink*
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Post by Gludja on Mar 7, 2017 19:55:21 GMT
Gludja grinned at Simani. "Ye needs to learn how to keep ahold of ye ale. If ye were with my tribe ye'd have lost it all already."
She then looked at Olathgost and looked thoughtful a moment before shrugging. "Nay, can't say I've heard of ye, but I'm from pretty far away."
She then chuckled at Kal's words. "Aye true is that, you any good at entertainin?"
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Oridain
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Post by Oridain on Mar 7, 2017 21:26:35 GMT
*roars with laughter* "Topless indeed, I think Amafrey would castrate me at the thought and beat the poor girl into Tempus keeping *laughs loudly again*
The rumours are probably exaggerated, but me and Grey Blade could work on turning a tavern dry when we traveled the totem path of Uthgar.
*turns to Kal* Greeting indeed lady Garradros, tell me how is you father? *looks around for a minute then bellows* "KRENDALL, where are you?
*Grabs a tankard, turns to Olathgolst acknowledging his symbol. Raises the tankard high and shouts at the top of his lungs in a deep voice "TEMPUS" and downs the tankard"
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Post by Kalatec on Mar 7, 2017 22:29:46 GMT
Olathgolst, how is your sister. I'm sorry that I failed her before. It's good to see you well.
May the moon mistress light the darkness for you.
He fares well as far as I am aware. thank you Oridain, Please forgive me if I should address you with your title but hopefully we are all friends here and titles will not be needed.
Simani you know I love to dance, it comes from having to earn a living in a city that classed you as something dark, dangerous and exotic. I was not always a lady and not always human but there could have been worse things than a barmaid and dancer so if my harshness seems unfair. When you have walked miles in their shoes you find it hard for others to be so casual and flippant in their comments.
some of you have seen my darkest dreams or have seen some or helped deal with some of my waking ones.
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Orin
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Post by Orin on Mar 7, 2017 22:48:27 GMT
There is a sudden gust of wind which blows the door open, a whiff of lightning and all the candles flicker, In walks a humanoid his skin like ice, his hair seems to blow and twist as if he was in the middle of a storm and his eyes glint with the power of the storm. Hello there he states taking a long bow the names Orin Storm-blessed. I think it is safe in here Azura say hello. As he opens his robe a hawk emerges.
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Post by Olathgolst on Mar 8, 2017 15:51:43 GMT
*Olathgoslt turns to kal*
"She is well but not back. she will be"
*turns to the rest*
"Aye a drink to the God of battle for given you all the god of the arena"
*Drinks deep*
"oh and mines an ale wind boy!"
(Note - its fun but i dont know how many more charaters this can handle lol)
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Orin
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Post by Orin on Mar 9, 2017 0:23:33 GMT
Wind boy, well I suppo it's better than windy b*****d, certainly here you go. Several coins gently hover to the bar. As a mug full of ale floats towards Olathgolst. It then hovers in mid air just above him
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Oridain
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Post by Oridain on Mar 9, 2017 20:36:49 GMT
"What's wrong boy, legs to weak to carry a tankard *laughs*
Not at all Kalatec, if I may call you by your given name also. It is good to hear he is well, when you see him next please pass on my regards and an open invitation to join me at the castle for a feast of food and drink"
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Post by Kalatec on Mar 10, 2017 0:08:53 GMT
Please do so, I will certainly inform him the next time I see him. Kal finds a quiet spot and leans back against the shadowed walls and closes her eyes. She feels at peace and let's out a contented sigh.
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Orin
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Post by Orin on Mar 10, 2017 0:18:48 GMT
Ordain was it? Yes these legs work just fine but 'couldn't do this. As there is a sudden splash as the tankard upends itself. And pays for a round of drinks, 2 in the case of Olathgolst. (This was just an illusion and simply meant in jest)
Sorry just couldn't resist that.
I suppose I should clean that mess up.
Mutters a few words and where as Olathgolst was wet a minute ago he is now bone dry and the empty tankard is full again right in front of him.
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DM
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Post by DM on Mar 10, 2017 17:55:48 GMT
Orin - was that an illusion? Usually a ranged attack would be needed against a Olathgost's touch AC.
Prob helps if people place in brackets any game actions taken i.e. (casts "invisibility", bluff check 22 etc)
For the sake of pride, laughs, general "one-up-man-ship" and if you're doing stuff to other characters, we should use the rules for that sort of thing (unless both parties are in agreement)
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Post by Gludja on Mar 11, 2017 10:58:11 GMT
Gludja scowled as she watched the man, calling himself Orin, perform some sort of Magic. She did not like magic, never had and never would and she definitely didn't like being so close to it. She placed her hands on her axe handles and glared at him. Gone was the flirtatious looks and banter, now there was just the angry warrior.
"Try that again near me and I'll cut yer balls off and feed em to ye!" She snapped. "Ye ain't funny and if yer tryin to show off ye're making a piss poor job of it and showing ye to be a fool besides!"
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Orin
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Post by Orin on Mar 13, 2017 16:36:39 GMT
Gludja , i seem to have offended you. That was not my intention, you seem to hate magic yet you wield it? Your weapons are gifted with it if I am not mistaken (detect magic)
I cannot help be what I am and that is part of it.
i can make you a promise that I will never use magic on you.
Olathgolst my humour is badly timed and I ask you forgiveness for it was poorly chosen. However those drinks are real so please enjoy.
Orin pays for another ale and retires to a corner as he moves the breeze continues to waft around.
I don't think I will ever get a hang of human humour it escapes me completely.
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Post by Krendul on Mar 13, 2017 23:17:37 GMT
The sound of a dog barking and something smashing preceeded the door flying open and a middle aged, rakish, tall and gangly man with neatly trimmed beard and hair, greying at the temples though he was possibly no older than 45, stumbled over the step and almost fell headlong into a table of dwarves. He had a keen glimmer in his eye and was well dressed in the cloak and fine clothing of a courtly man, perhaps a noble. A bundle of scrolls was clutched under one arm and he struggled to keep a grip on them as he made a line for Orredaine.
His cloak was emblazoned with the purple dragon of Cormyr and the sigil of House Argenmour.
"M.. M... M... My Lord" he stammered as he gave a short bow to the burly Cleric.
"Forgive me, as soon as I heard you bellow and had summised that it was your Lordship and not a calfling Ox that made the noise, I came as fast as I could. Well, as fast as was possible considering the terrible weather, several fierce dogs, a puddle as large as the Dragon Mere, a drunk washerwoman who thought I was her son Golin, an angry halfling who has lost his hat and a near miss with a runaway cow which very nearly sent me over the side of a bridge."
Flustered and red faced, he fell into a chair to catch his breath.
"Goodness, what a day, my Lord"
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