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#61
06-06-2009, 02:21 AM
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Now this is not what I like. I dont like being trapped by the walls of this place with so many souls full of corruption. If only I had my bow, I feel naked to the world with out it. I cant believe that stupid half-orc broke it. Raven yawns and continues to smoke her pipe watching the activity grow. 
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#63
06-06-2009, 10:04 AM
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Amethyst's eyes perk up as she sees the interesting people in the tavern. A grumble in her belly reminds her that she needs to eat before she does anything else. "I need some food, Pendrien." She says as she sits down and looks for a waitress among the crowd.
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#64
06-06-2009, 11:49 AM
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The group enters the tavern to see it in a state of disarray. The whores are being ravaged in the corners of the room while other sultry maidens deliver drinks and meals to angry, treacherous patrons.
__________________Finding an empty table near the entrance, the group sits, all but Neine who speaks his piece and wanders off. A very attractive maiden saunters up to the table, her long, blond, flowing locks falling to rest upon her heavily exposed, and well endowed, breasts. She smiles, trying to cover herself up as best as she can, and says; "You alls look to be new in town." Her (irish) accent is thick but attractive. "Names Holly. Anything I can get ya?" As she speaks, Raven and Pendrian's eyes survey the crowd and come to rest on a peculiar sight. A woman emerges from a doorway hidden behind the bar with a man. Her hair is the most brilliant of red and her beauty far surpasses all the other women in the bar. The man she is with looks familiar, but you cannot place where it is that you have seen him before. It's at this moment that you see Neine approaching the red-haired temptress. Amethyst, not paying proper attention to the events in the bar, begins to order something to eat and drink.
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#66
06-06-2009, 12:06 PM
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Raven observes the interaction between Neine and the woman and can see that their diplomatic relations are not fairing well. The woman steps forward, fire in her eyes and screams for everyone to vacate the room, but somehow, you know that she intends for you and your group to remain. The room empties quickly and all that remain are you and your group, along with the maidens and whores of the bar. The tavern door closes and one of the maidens walks over and locks it. An uneasy feeling overtakes you as somehow you know this is a place that you no longer want to be.
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#67
06-06-2009, 12:10 PM
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He speaks softly to the group It seems I hit a nerve.... quite by mistake then he turns to the lady I... am sorry again, but you misunderstand me again, they want the crown, not I, I have more important business to attend to, though, shall the opportunity ever cross my way.... Jeskall was a friend and tutor to me, I respect him enough not to fight like dying carp over his crown. The court has no need for caprice of that variety
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#69
06-06-2009, 01:01 PM
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Amethyst jumps up on the table and begins to tell the heartwarming tale of how she met Jeskall and how he took her under his wing when she was lost, exagerating details as needed for effect. She looks directly at the red-haired mistress. Fascinate
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06-06-2009, 01:43 PM
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The maidens lock the doors, barring the half elf's way. A troubled feeling comes over the rogue, he has seen the mistress power.
__________________Likely we will all be killed here, I cant let such a thing happen. I am a selfish man it is true, and I do this act for myself only. The half elf lowers himself again to one knee before staring directly into Cecil's eyes. One of us must take Jeskalls place, I gladly give my own life if it means the others might survive to bring the guild back to its former glory. Aumales face becomes as gray as a corpse, he awaits his fate. Diplomacy http://www.rpgcrossing.com/showthrea...67#post3309867 Last edited by Stormbringer; 06-06-2009 at 01:47 PM.
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#71
06-06-2009, 01:58 PM
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Pendrien skips merrily up to the red haired woman. " Aye, yeh see miss, my good friend here, sadly who isnt too good with words, let his tongue slip, into all the wrong places" The Kender casts her a wink " For you see Jeskall was one of my best friends, rather someone who taught me all that I know. Now this here fellow" He points to Neine " Will be one the the advisers to the future Bandit king. That being myself."
__________________Pendrien turns to address the whole of the room filled with ladies, much like a bard plays a crowd. "Now M'lady please forgive this man who knows not how to control the ways of his mouth, but do me a big favor. I can tell from the words exchanged here that you know a fair deal bout what we're after. So I ask ; not out of desperation, but as someone who knows; much like yourselves. how to have a good time." With that the Kender begins patting his pouches and pockets down, finally finding what he thought he was after reaches in and pulls out... four packets of flash bang powder? The kender laughs and bows, then from his purse pulls forth one platinum piece and holds it before the red haired lady. "Knowing that you yourself are also probably a seasoned character much like ourselves I wish you this madam, to not only attempt to pay off my friends mishap, but to also get my good friends here" He motions to the Kender bard, and the others in his company, "some food or drink. The rest, is for you M'ladies."
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#72
06-06-2009, 02:04 PM
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Neine resists the urge to kick the Kender
__________________She is Jeskall's late wife... You have just repeated everything that has said before... He then roars at the Kender who has been getting on his nerves for house YOU DOLT! You stupid short little fool, bravo... and starts clapping his hands sarcastically He then leans against the wall and watches events unfold... Knowing what the Kender has just done, and waits for the volcano to erupt...
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#73
06-06-2009, 02:20 PM
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Cecil, the red haired maiden, grinds her teeth as she listens to the Kender speak. Watching the half-elf scold the small Kender, her eyes fall upon the only two have yet to speak their piece. Trying frantically to quell the rage swelling up within her, she speaks;
__________________"Do either of you have anything to add before your judgment is carried forth?"
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