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4:17 pm
February 1, 2008
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You have made your way to the nefarious "Black Lantern Tavern", a den of cutthroats and Sell-swords. The tavern itself is located in the cellar of an run down hostel. The celling hangs low and its rough cobbled walls are sparse of decoration save the occasional dented shield or low-burning candle. The taproom is crowded with no less than sixteen low wooden tables, some with long benches others with stools or makeshift seats made from empty casks. A Widemouthed fireplace dominates on wall and opposite it is a low bar made from timbers and barrels. All about the place grim dark stains mark where some unlucky felllow spilt his drink or his life blood in one drunken way or another.
"Sit Anyplace YA Like" belows Yarn Strongvoice, just before the stout old mercenary turned barkeep cuffs a grubby pot boy across the face for spilling a spittoon.
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9:14 pm
February 1, 2008
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"Thank you kind sir," he says with a gitty smile as he swoops down to claim a makeshift barstool that was clearly too large for him. Little did it seem to bother him as he took advantage of his fortuitous seat by fidgeting around. One moment he would be rocking back and forth to then be retieing his boots the next.
A fuarie was he and an archer would seem to be his profession considering the bow on his back. Yet it seemed questionable if he could hit anything with it considering his seemingly ditzy personality and his violet hair did little to make one think otherwise.
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9:53 pm
February 1, 2008
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Beside a table near the fire, sits an unshaven figure. Snow still crusted to his cloak, he wrenches his wet boots from frozen feet and places them near the warm opening. Back at his table he again plops into his chair. A broad smile crosses his face as the cute little red head walks over, tray in hand. "Aila… Els… Lola?" His head snaps back as she slaps him with the speed of a Corinthian mongoose. "Rita! You son of a troll slut!" she snaps.
"Oh yeah…. Rita." Rubbing his face, still smiling. "I'll take your biggest tankard of goats milk, in case you forgot." He takes a long look at her walking back toward the bar. "Now I remember."
He glances around the place, and notices the purple headed fuarie. He tightens the strings on the pouch at his side and glances at the pack beside his chair.
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retsam eht ma I woN .renrael a tub saw I uoy tfel I nehW.
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10:10 pm
February 1, 2008
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At some point or another he would finally seem to sit still as he started to count his arrows over and over again with that same gitty smile on his face.
Shortly after, at about the time it seemed he was completely oblivious to his surroundings, a meowing sound would catch his attention as a stray cat made its way through the tavern. Slowly he would shift his quiver to behind his right hip as he turned around and into a crouch seeming to take on the appearance of a predator getting ready to spring on its prey.
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10:25 am
February 2, 2008
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Peering over his mug, the traveller enjoys the warm, now dry boots. He chuckles to himself as he watches the purple haired pixie spring from his stool with "cat-like" grace and head towards the terrified stray. He wonders to himself… (Do fuarie eat cats??)
He pats Rita on the backside. She almost smiled that time. Orders some squirrel tail soup. And settles in for the show.
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retsam eht ma I woN .renrael a tub saw I uoy tfel I nehW.
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11:05 am
February 2, 2008
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It was clear by his height that he would not be able to run as fast as the cat, but using his natural talents, he skimmed the floor in pursuit after jumping behind the poor creature and scaring it half to death. He let out a childish laugh as he chased the cat beneath tables, over seats, and around the room. His look of joy in such a simple pleasure, along with his laugh, seemed to lend him the look of a innocent child as he continued his game of cat and mouse. However, this mouse was unfortunate enough not to have a hole this cat could not follow it into.
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12:29 am
February 3, 2008
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"BE LEAVE'N THAT DAMED CAT ALONE YA PEE POT PIXIE, HE KEEPS THE RATS OUTTA THE ALE BARRELS!" Yarn bellows as he goes about tapping another barrel of Dwarven Blackbeard stout.
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9:28 am
February 3, 2008
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::a thin individual wrapped in a dirty brown hooded cloak about three sizes to big takes a seat close to the fire, a few white wisps of long hair trickle out of the cloak as if they have a life of their own::
How much for something hot to eat and some hard cider?
::my eyes follow the fuarie and the cat…. more on the fuarie really::
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11:25 am
February 3, 2008
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Hearing the barkeep's words as he was jumping over a vacant seat, he would suddenly go indian style and allow himself to plop down to occupy it with a pout on his face. His demeanor really did to mirror a child's for even then he was looking about for something new to hold his interest.
Seeing the newcomer, he would tilt his head slightly to the side and slit his eyes some as if he was trying to get a better look. Then, seeming to still be curious, he would lean over to place his hands on the edge of the seat while continuing to look at the man.
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11:51 am
February 3, 2008
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Yarn shakes his head in disgust.
"Cidaer…Milk… What is this place coming to?" He grumbles to himself then turns to the new comer.
"A Blue Coin Will Fill Your Belly and Your Thirst Stranger. ADVENTURERS STEW AND TANKARD O' BITTER?"
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12:01 pm
February 3, 2008
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At the mention of drinks, he would lick his lips and seem to wake up from a dream as his head shot up some. Then, the next thing you knew, he had jumped out of his crotch and taken off flying back towards the bar to reclaim his seat on the makeshift barstool. Upon landing, he would sit indian style and slam his little fists on the bartop while smiling gittily with his eyes closed and yelling at the barkeep, "What's the strongest thing you got kind sir?"
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12:38 pm
February 3, 2008
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Yarn flashes a golden toothed grin down at the pesky fuarie, while fishing under the bar for the goodstuff.
"This my little friend will knock your wings off" all the while smiling and pouring the glowing green liquor into a thimble-sized tankard from the unlabeled dust encrusted bottle with a practiced hand.
"ITs Called Gorgons' Blood, GUARANTEED TO GET YOU STONED COLD DRUNK AFTER JUST ONE TASTE! Also might make ya blind, give ya the squirts not to mention make yer hair fall out, but I've only seen that happen once. SO ENJOY!"
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12:45 pm
February 3, 2008
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He would look shocked as he stared down at the thimble sized cup, then down the bar, and finally back at the cup. He would then look up with a gitty smile saying, "That sounds like the stuff for me, but," he would point down the bar at a Trulk who was drinking some liquor or another, "that kind fellow has a bigger glass then me."
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1:23 pm
February 3, 2008
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"Just swig that down and I'll get ya another….IF YA NEED IT"
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1:36 pm
February 3, 2008
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From the back of The Black Lantern came a booming voice. "I'll wager a fist full of coin that that little winged sprite can handle his cups!" As the crowd turns to look, they see the rough cut outline of a hard looking Dwarf staring back at them through one steely blue eye.
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1:56 pm
February 3, 2008
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A glimmer of recognition sparks in the eyes of the Fuarie. Before him sits the ghost of a Dwarf that should by all rights be slumbering for eternity in the veils of the Gloom Wall. He rubs his eyes as if waking from a dream and looks once more to confirm that this is the unmistakable face of Kwyrk McGyrk. It was no more than a month ago that he saw Kwyrk ran through with a spear of ice and pitched off into the cold depths of the ice caves.
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1:59 pm
February 3, 2008
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With a pout, he would take the drink in one take before suddenly slamming the cup down and shaking his head viciously. Next thing you knew he would be on his back staring at the ceiling with that giddy smile of his. It was hard to tell if he was drunk based on how he seemed to act like a child and the fact that he seemed to spin about and sit up in one graceful move at the sound of the fierce dwarf only seemed to lend support to the his words. While rocking quickly, he would continue to smile and reply, "Thank you my dear friend." Then, with a quick glance over his shoulder and a happy look, he would ask, "May I have another good barkeep?"
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2:03 pm
February 3, 2008
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Next thing you knew, his head would seem to turn about in a manner that would seem to give someone whiplash. His mouth would drop and suddenly he would jump from his seat with such force that it looked like the empty cask he sat on had almost shuddered. Seems like quite the feat of strength for an eight pound faurie. Quickly he would cross the room to take up a seat on the dwarf's shoulder to start giving him a noogie while exclaiming, "You sly dog. Is an icicle one thousand times your size not even enough to take you down?"
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2:21 pm
February 3, 2008
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"Aye lad, tis enough to take me to the Wall. But not near enough to keep me there!" The Dwarf laughs and roars at the top of his lungs. Tis good to see ye well and good. What of the others? Did any make it past or were all lost to that most foul giant?
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2:26 pm
February 3, 2008
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"We did have losses," he would say with a frown. Yet, it seemed his lips would curl right back up into that giddy smile of his just as quickly while he laughed and roared, "But that little tike was nothing for us faurie. Went down by one of our bows he did."
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Who says a little brain hurts the owner? Now I make no promises about those around him.
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