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Serenity! Calm yourself. All dwarves are like this Don't do anything rash, just eat your fruit, just eat your... Serlehne shouted in dwarvish: Serlehne clasped a hand over his mouth. Control yourself. Eat your fruit. |
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Haldir heard his elven brethren speak dwarven, and considered his words. The dwarf might be offended by that....lets see how this goes. Silly Grey Elf
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As Mu tends to the grievous Crusader, another scene unfolds in tonight's hobnobitty.
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Hearing the Moonelf speak in his tongue, Kildren would turn his glance back onto him, he would bite his tongue and talk to him politely.
Kildren would quickly slide his plate of ribs over to Bofgar, for it was common that the dwarven priest would fast for a couple days after his return back to Waterdeep/Neverwinter. He patted the fellow dwarf on the back smiling, taking note of his weaponry. Kildren would turn his glance down to the beholder, usually he would get the urge to strike them down, but this one seemed different. "What brings an Eye Tyrant to these parts? Not afraid that you might die in these parts or does Mu pay for your protection?" He would shoot the beholder a smile awaiting for his questions to be answered, hoping that he didn't anger him in anyway. Last edited by Addar; Sep 18th, 2012 at 02:12 AM. |
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Eirik smiles and takes the lizardman up on his offer. "Well I think I could use a plate of ribs...you know to replace the ones that were crushed by your employee there." The knight places his hand on his left ribcage indicating where his crushed ribs used to be. "And a refill on my drink as well!" The priest sits at his original seat before having almost died in his last stool. He wasn't superstitious or anything, but neither was he going to pick it up just so that he could sit on it again.
As he downs the remaining contents of his drink, Eirik notes the fairy-like creatures that were serving the food and drinks. Sprites they were called. He remembered seeing them once during his journey through the western mountain range. One morning he was taking a brisk walk after eating breakfast, the mountain dew still glistened on the foliage, when he saw the sprites playing what seemed to be game of tag through the trees. The mountain dew, and the sprites flying through the sierra mist were a memory that Eirik always went back to during hard times. |
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See he didn't ignore you... Not everyone hates you.
No! He does hate you. He'll probably try and fight you before the night is out. No, dwarves are honest... mean but honest... Quote:
A goddess... Serlehne whispered. Serlehne had always liked human women but this one was simply exquisite. Turning back to the dwarf: I apologize for my rudeness says Serlehne to the dwarf, this time in Common and bowing deeply, My travel has been hard and I have slept little. Furthermore, a recent altercation with bandits has left me prickly. The Moon Elf picked out Mu'uzrim and called sharply: Gentle Lizardman. I would like to get the dwarf and his friends another ale. Hello there, fellow friend! How may I be of Service!?! The elf looks down in amazement. Greetings errr... small one... err... well you can start by telling me your name. Mine is Serlehne. The elf tried to anticipate what kind of name a talking nose would have...
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"I have not had the pleasure to even meet them yet, m'lady. I see the world has yet to dampen your beauty since we last met. Shall we meet them together, or go sit at my table and discuss things of mutual interest?"
It was impossible to miss the innuendo in Haldir's voice, but his intentions were less clear...and she knew it. Haldir's feelings for the woman could not be hidden, but he could not settle into that commitment yet...not with things incomplete. He considered the impact bedding the woman had on him the last time... |
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Kildren would smile at the Lady elf, nodding at her before turning his gaze back to the beholder kin politely waiting an answer from it. The wizard running down the stairs caught his eye. It was an odd thought to him, something that a small being was performing dangerous magic. He shrugged it off and went back to drinking his ale, not wanting to mix in much more just quite yet.
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Kildren would wave the beholder kin off. He had already had too much to drink that night. It wouldn't be healthy or wise for him to continue drinking. He knew he would have to explain his actions to the church already. For he was letting so many monstrosities stay within city limits. Though, also knew that Tyr was the God of Justice, and seeing as none of them really have committed in crimes in his presence. A sweet aroma from the kitchen would catch Kildren's interest. Inquiring as to what was being cooked in the kitchen he had ordered a small plate of it.
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Eirik takes Lady Tzuntzin's hand in his gauntleted right hand and bows slightly, doing what's expected of men when in the presence of a lady. Normally, he would have bestowed a kiss upon her hand, but given the recent circumstances he was not going to defile her skin with the sweat from the chest of tubguts over there. The priest loosens his grip on her hand, letting her move on if she so pleases.
Once she does move on, he turns back to the bar and sips at his drink, anticipating his meal. |
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Bofgar wasn't sure if it was from ingesting a Mycodnids hallucinogenic spore's, the beauty of the woman in purple or the steady flow of Ale at his fingertips he was indulging. But he may have been intoxicated, because he was fairly sure that a living Giant Nose had just jumped off the ladies shoulder and presented itself to a mercurial elf who moments ago, was speaking to Kildren in the dwarven tongue. With bloodshot eye's bulging out he nearly shouted a warning not to encourage the strange creature, but upon recollecting it was in the company of the Lady owner of the Misty Beard he decided against it.
His instincts were correct, as a man came whipping down the stairs, with some implied association by way of interaction with the nose-thing. Sizing up the way he was robed and carried himself, Bofgar presumed this was a wizard or an adept in things arcane. Alarmed at being addressed in such a state by the Lady Vindara, Bofgar took her hand (After cleaning his in the bowl of citrus) and fumbled with something flattering, failing callously by putting her on the spot. "My Lady, such a fine evening can only befit one such as you. Perhaps you could flatter us with the latest rumours to be had, for they would be the greatest at the Misty Beard!" Bofgar did his best to not show weakness despite his objections to certain ilk present (The Ogres) and on his best behavior offered praise to the Moon elf for his proficiency in dwarven. |
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Sivithriliathinkalottaferaguywitahugenosaderp... is that his name? Doesn't matter... I'm writing it down anyway...
The elf swings around his backpack and reaches in to grab a little cloth bundle that contains a quill, ink and writing paper. He eases the cork from the ink bottle, being careful not to splash any on his new friend, dips the quill and writes... Sivithriliathinkalottaferaguywitahugenosaderp I can't let a name like that pass me by... As the noseman talks and talks, Serlehne studies the mysterious word... Until his attention is caught by the Grey Magus. The nose and the mage seem to know each other... Why did the nose tell me he's good at fixing locks... and what is a monoscope? Monoscope.. Mono-scope.. The elf writes the word down for future reference. |
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