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Post by Kaza on Jun 30, 2015 17:32:05 GMT -6
Djarra watches the brawl with a grin on his face, waiting patiently until she finishes with the drunks
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Post by grimm732 on Jun 30, 2015 21:09:40 GMT -6
I stand next to Djarra
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Post by BrigadierHawke on Jul 1, 2015 3:10:09 GMT -6
"Who wants some! I'll kick your ass then write a song about it! There once was drunk in a bar, who took it way to far, with a drunken grin and a worn wedding ring. He awoke with a deep gash and a scar!"
I sing as I holster my sword and grip my lute tightly awaiting for another sign of hostilality.
After noticing the crowds dispersing I relax my grip and continue to sing and play my lute, pouring my heart and soul into the notes as they enrich the environment
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Post by Kaza on Jul 1, 2015 18:10:09 GMT -6
Leans over to Nidhogg
"I like her, I want one, buy me one"
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Post by obnoxiouslime on Jul 1, 2015 18:38:04 GMT -6
"Something tells me you can't just buy them, but aren't you a wizard? Can't you just enslave someone?"
None of the other bar patrons approach the fierce halfling, and go about their business after dragging away the two men who were knocked out.
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Post by Kaza on Jul 1, 2015 20:07:54 GMT -6
"I'm a sorceror, don't do that whole wand thing but I guess if I looked I might be able to find a spell like that, you sure we can't just buy one, it'd be much easier that way
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Post by grimm732 on Jul 1, 2015 20:28:40 GMT -6
Oooh, mind control
I say with a naturally devilish smile
I have always loved the thought of enslaving the weak minded, it might come in handy
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Post by BrigadierHawke on Jul 2, 2015 3:44:53 GMT -6
I holster my lute as I wipe the sweat off my brow. Using the steps to get down from the stage I navigate my way through the crowd of patrons and tables toward the barkeeper. With my throat parched I asked for the usual and handed him some gold for the drink. After a minute of trying to get atop a tall bar stool I nurse my flagon.
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Post by Kaza on Jul 2, 2015 5:40:38 GMT -6
Walks over to the halfling at the bar
"my companions and I couldn't help but admire the way you handled yourself there. Tell me, are you just some wayward tavern singer or are you a practitioner of the Bardic arts?
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Post by BrigadierHawke on Jul 2, 2015 10:41:37 GMT -6
With my drink half empty and my face as scarlet as the a red moon. I turn towards the dragonborn.
"I am a professional bard, a travelling one. I was performing tonight to ensure I had enough gold to last me to the next town." Glancing towards my empty flagon I flag down the barkeep gesturing for another drink.
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Post by Kaza on Jul 2, 2015 11:25:50 GMT -6
"we could use someone with your talents, I'm sure we'll come across items worth more than what you get singing at taverns"
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Post by obnoxiouslime on Jul 2, 2015 12:01:31 GMT -6
The group becomes fast friends with the Bard throughout the night, agreeing to head out in the morning in search of the phylactery. During the later hours of night you all took part in a drinking game, to which Sanya was the victor. You all retired to different rooms after the game took place to get a little bit of sleep.
Djarra, when you wake up the sun is shining through the window of your room and you hear a slight scratching noise at the door to your room.
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Post by Kaza on Jul 2, 2015 18:33:46 GMT -6
Dragging myself out of bed, shaking my head trying to clear the cobwebs and recall what happened the night before and why my head was pounding
"who is it?!"
I grumble as I make my way to the door
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Post by obnoxiouslime on Jul 2, 2015 20:42:23 GMT -6
You open the door to see an orange striped tabby cat sitting in front of the door. Once the door is opened, the cat brushes against your legs and moves over the window in your room. The rest of the group wakes up at various times after and assembles in the tavern to get their gear together and prepare to depart. Win gives you some rations for the journey there and back. The group can depart when everyone is ready to go.
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Post by Kaza on Jul 2, 2015 21:30:17 GMT -6
After securing my gear I look to the other member of the party, making sure each are ready to depart, taking a moment to glance around for that orange striped tabby. Then turning back I address the group
"I'm not going to lie to you, this one will be tough, we might not all make it back, that being said, Zni, if it looks like someone is about to take a fatal blow, I want you to shield them with your body. We'll be fine if just you dies, anyone else and it would be a tradgedy.
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