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Post by Gludja on Mar 14, 2017 10:58:24 GMT
Gludja scowled at the reminder of her own weapons and what they could do.
"Aye." She admitted. "I do, but I use Wrath and Voice on my enemies, I don't like magic but I'll use it. What offended me was ye using it for jestin. Magic be dangerous and shouldn't be used for showin off."
She breathed a sigh and relaxed her shoulders her smile returning. She had always had a temper but it was as quick to die down as it was to flare up.
"But apology accepted and I'll say no more on it." She raised her drink in Orin's direction as he seated himself and nodded at him.
She then turned as a commotion at the door signalled the arrival of another thirsty patron. She blinked in surprise as the man burst into speech with the force of a storm. She chuckled as he flopped into a seat seeming to have run out of steam.
"Ye sounds like ye needs a drink friend." She said dryly. "What are ye drinking? Ale? Wine?"
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Post by Oridain on Mar 14, 2017 17:22:54 GMT
*laughs and raises a mug to Orin* "no harm done, when you've gathered you wits once more come back and share a mug or 10. When you buy a drink, it's good to share it with those you have provided for"
*Turns as the door bangs open and Krendul falls in and slumps to a chair, grabbing a goblet of wine plonks it down in front of the flustered man and sits by him*
"Ah there you are, *laughs* sounds like you've had a right adventure just getting here. Anybody I need to go and smite or chop up? *roars with laughter then leans in to whisper* Since when has Uthlorad had a bloody daughter?
I have one bloody drink with my back turned and the whole country shifts bloody position"
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Post by Krendul on Mar 14, 2017 18:12:23 GMT
Krendul drank the wine in several gulps then turned to look at the shadow shrouded young woman his Lord had gestured towards.
Knowledge (nobility) 22 (natural 1!!!, nice start Krendul).
"Hmmm, interesting indeed. I thought he had an adopted son, though there were some concerning stories surrounding the boy's parentage, but Malakoi Grimshanks, the Most Furious of Torm had given Uthlorad permission to raise the boy as his own as he had took a vow of celebacy and his wife had sadly died of consumption to he had no heir to the Helmlandsand Steelbridge Castle".
Krendul stroked his chin and regarded the girl with a critical eye.
"I can see no resemblance and besides, if this girl was indeed the charge of Uthlorad, the Crownsilver's House would have had to have given their blessing and permission to take a ward from the Heralds".
His mood lightened as he came to a cheerful conclusion.
"Yes, that must be it, she must be a ward of Uthlorad, he is a troubled man with a chequered history but honorable and true. If she is a ward, according to Cormyrian Law, she must be treated with the same respect and given the same treatment and entitlements as a true-born."
Krendul tapped the side of his now empty goblet and raised his eyebrows expectantly at the huge Cleric.
He then turned his attention to the young barbarian that had welcomed him, scrutinized her markings, the distinctive axes and accent.
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Knowledge (Nature) 31
"Thank you for the offer, it would be more proper of me to offer you a drink instead, a Morjund so far from her home lands must receive a proper Cormyrian welcome. However, it is my duty to inform you that I too am a wizard though I would hasten to add that at no time will my magic give you cause to bring Voice and Wrath into play."
He looked about the room.
"My my, an Air Genassi, Morjund, Cat Folk and the Great Blade walk into a tavern"
Sounds like the begininning of a rather fine joke!
He nodded towards Orin, in mutual respect of a fellow magic user.
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Post by Gludja on Mar 15, 2017 19:45:42 GMT
Gludja eyed the man sprawled in the chair and respect passed across her face at his admittance that he was a Wizard.
"Fair enough." She said. "Aye a fine joke indeed, though how would it end I wonder?"
She grinned. "I think there be many options for fun with this group. Reminds me of a few festival nights back home. If a night didn't end with at least three fights, one death and many coupling, it was considered tame."
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Post by Kalatec on Mar 16, 2017 0:47:43 GMT
Krendul you are very wise and very astute, The story behind my adoption into the family of garrados is a long one and if you are willing I will go through it for you but I ask not here and not now as there are many threads.
Other than these bunch I have no family of my own, but the short of it we helped each other through a great many challenges and wodas the boy child you speak of is um Kal pauses taking a large measure of wine and quietly says is my half brother.
Are you aware of drakespeak by any chance, if so I am technical of the bloodline that once owned the place. But I will say no more for now.
She nods and lifts her glass a toast
"to friends both alive and who have passed on to the next"
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Post by Olathgolst on Mar 16, 2017 17:50:58 GMT
*Olathgolst scowls at orin ***intimidate 28** then as quickly as he seemed like he would reach for steel he drank up and turned to the more interesting conversation*
"I guess my reputation has brought many fine folk from far and wide"
*as he starts chuckling to himself*
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Post by Oridain on Mar 16, 2017 19:02:44 GMT
*takes a moment to process everything Krendul just fired at him*
"That does sound like the start of a joke *laughs*, Gludja the night is still young so i'm sure there is plenty of time to get a few fights in at least *bellows with laughter*
So mighty *raises an eyebrow* blade, tell me your story and how you gained the name. You mentioned an arena?"
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Post by Olathgolst on Mar 16, 2017 23:32:56 GMT
"Aye, mighty. so mighty i can make the eyebrow of a priest of Tempus rise!"
*Laughs*
"Well. My story.... well once my father sold to be a gladiator. I was told by my dominus to learn the arts of the dimachaeri. A gladiator who would fight with a weapon in each hand. In my time in the arenas of Athkatla i would master this art and the crowd would call my name. Olathgoslt the blade. As i was the only champion of 2 blades and none could match my grace or skill in the arena. After all Tempus gave me to hands and i would use both for a weapon!"
*smiles*
"TEMPUS!"
*olathgolst cheers loudly and drinks up*
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Post by Gludja on Mar 17, 2017 14:40:14 GMT
Gludja raised her own glass and drank deep in toast. She grinned at the gladiator over her tankard.
"Aye." She nodded agreement. "Two weapons always be better than one. If ye survive a blow from one the other definitely finishes ye off."
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Post by Olathgolst on Mar 19, 2017 13:00:00 GMT
"yes, with my showmanship added to my skills is what made me a champion. Although i did atleast earn my freedom and continued to work in the arenas to earn my coin"
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Post by Oridain on Mar 19, 2017 16:23:30 GMT
*raises a glass* "To freedom young Olathgolst, you should be proud of that achievement and Tempus's favor in your battles *bellows TEMPUS* then drinks deeply"
*Pats the handle of the ornate battle axe on his hip, I don't know about 2 weapons *with a friendly chuckle* I've always found Tempus's favored weapon does the job"
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Post by Azral on Oct 22, 2017 13:50:10 GMT
*A dwarf slowly enters the light given off by the fire. Though only seeming middle aged for a dwarf his eyes betray him as someone that has seen many life-times, his long beard plaited into two braids eaxh clasped by 3 rings, you quickly notice that both his beard and hair have been burnt at somepoint and still hasn't fully grown back. The firelight gleams and dances as it reflects from his mithril fullplate, a familiar yet strange symbol emblazoned upon it. As he approaches he looks over the party and seems to weigh each one in turn.
Finally his gaze settles upon Kat*
"Don't look so surprised! I know you sensed my approach, you just didn't trust what you sensed. NO NO don't start with those tears and come help an old dwarf to a place at the fire"
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Post by Katalina on Oct 22, 2017 14:13:13 GMT
*a cry comes from the corner of the tap room as a young girl with a deep red cloak wrapped around her suddenly springs on to the table she's sat at and jumps from table to table until she launches herself onto the dwarf wrapping her arms around him*
"Azrael *she calls out in dwarven as her hood slips down revealing not completely human face*
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Post by Azral on Oct 22, 2017 14:43:06 GMT
*Remaining steadfast as he not so much catches but just doesn't crumple from the flying body hitting him. He affectionately ruffles the girls hair and smiles at her*
"Ofht, by all the Mordinsamman. You trying to brake these old bones. Come lead me to a warm seat. Its been a long time and I'm sure you got alot to tell me. Plus I could kill for an ale, Dwarven mind you. Or the fine Elven wine! Hard to get that back home"
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Post by Katalina on Oct 22, 2017 16:21:15 GMT
*laughs* it will take more than that to damage your old bones.
*kat leads him to her table and goes to fetch some drnks*
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