Wha' by Brell is goin' on?
Why ye all ruffhousin' in our tavern?
/me female dwarf looks around the room, surveying the unusual goings-on in the Guild hall.
This still the Saga tavern?
/me dwarf seems to be confused, looking for something or someone that should be here but isn't. She strokes her beard as she looks around behind the bar, only to see a giant brown spider.
Bah!
Where's the bartender, I need a drink.
*watches as Eyeballs scuttles by*
Yo, stranger! *cheerful smile*
Yah, this here's the Saga Tavern. Ya new about these parts?
*strides right up to the dwarf*
I'm Lyrima Vakhar, Ranger of 41 ranks in the Tunarian Alliance 'n vet of Saga.
*thrusts out hand to be shaken*
/me ducks his head as he comes in the door, only to trip over a chair
"HELO SAGA PEEPLS! WHUT .... AAAAAAAAA!"
Narrowly missing a dwarf on the way down, he looks up and smiles
"HELO LIRMA! HOO IS THE DWORF?"
Hail Lyrima. Names Kanina. An' unless ye the barkeep, I aint interested in talkin' jus' yet.
And Why...
/me immediately spins when she hears the commotion, caused by the Ogre.
Her hand instinctively grasping her Epic Flail, as her other hand shoots out in front of her.
I ask Brell ta Smite ye down with the power that he has givin' ta me!
/me hand begins to glow a brilliant red as the holy power charges up.
*leaps between Sunny and Nina*
HOLD!
*pulls her rapier and holds it threateningly*
I don't care who ya are, ya ain't gonna go round harming our family!
*waits for her message to sink in*
This here ogre's a member of Saga and a part of our family.
*steely green eyes narrow, muscles tense*
"And so is the dwarf, Lyrima." The druidess teleports in right behind Kanina.
"It's been too long Nina... " Namae kneels to drop down to eye level with the cleric, "You know this isn't your world, correct? Brell seems to have put ya quite a number of years into the future, and the rules are different here."
"Elsbet didn't talk you into visiting the 'Greatfool, did she? This is one of the tricks I might expect from him." Namae smiles, "Still, it is fantastic to see you again!" She hugs the dwarf.
Namae then produces a talisman, "Brell's Everlasting Brew is still your favorite? I'll summon you some. The alcohol they serve these days is different.. they've managed to removed the beer goggle effect, and to some extent, the taste."
BAH!
/me dwarf quells her spell, though her grip stays on her Flail. Slowly she turns so as to see both her old friend and those new to her.
I aint understandin' what's goin' on. I was visitin' Elsbet's bakery there on the moon. An' then I was 'ere.
An' THAT, /me points at the Large Ogre on the floor,
thing comes bargin' at me. An' this elf trys ta protect it. I don't know why I'm 'ere.
An' By Brell, I don't know why yer lookin' like that. I know yer Namae. But ye aint.
First thing first, I need a drink!
"You're going to need several by the time we're done explaining." Namae waves the talisman over two empty glasses, and they magically fill with Brew. She hands them both to 'Nina. "Ok, for starters, I dunno how you're here. But it's been at least a hundred years since the portal to Luclin failed and the moon itself shattered."
"Most civilization was wiped out, all contact was lost with Odus, Faydwer, Kunark.. you name it. The disturbance also sealed the planes.. no more Plane of Knowledge." The druidess appears sad, "I was with Master during this time, so I could only watch as the world fell apart. I... never saw what happened to the rest of Saga..."
"Anyway, right now you're in the tavern of the Saga that was rebuilt later from the tales that were told to those that lived through the tragedy...." Namae suddenly has a thought. "HEY! I know, you HAVE to tell me about Delwood and you! I've been dying to know how that happened!"
*A dainty young wood elf strolls in. She casts a beaming smile, with two large dimples showing in either cheek, on Lyrima and Sunbeam, her blue eyes dancing merrily. A pet made of misty air trails her into the tavern.*
Greetings, friends! *She waves to both, then notices two newcomers. Their clothes and style mark them as different from anyone she has ever seen.*
Why, hello! *She turns her radiant smile onto the druid and cleric.* I am Missa, conjuror and master seamstress! *She curtsies delicately, bowing a perfectly coifed head towards the newcomers.* We here at Saga are always pleased to welcome new friends!
*She peers around the inn, looking for someone.* Has anyone seen Jasyn about? I was hoping to talk to him about some dolls he wants made up.
"Hiya Missa!"
"Oops.. sorry, I forgot I hadn't introduced you. Lyrima, Sunbeam, Missa, this is Kanina K'val, High Priestess of Brell, slayer of dragons, evil gods, and more wyverns than she would like to remember." She stands and indicates the person being described, "Nina, this is Lyrima the ranger, Missa the conjurer, that's like a Magician, and Sunbeam the exceptionally friendly, non-evil, and unthreatening Ogre. As you can see, Norrath has changed it's politics. a lot."
Leaning over to Lyrima and Missa, Namae whispers into their ears, "Ixshnay on the arkshday elves, please? She's had issues in the past."
"Nina is... umm... I suppose you could say she's the leader of Saga."
Quote from: Namae Nai on November 13, 2006, 02:54:36 PM
...and Sunbeam the exceptionally friendly, non-evil, and unthreatening Ogre. As you can see, Norrath has changed it's politics. a lot."[/color]
Sunbeam grins a huge, toothy grin. "IM SUNBEEM! IM A HEELER! AND I NIT, TOO!"
Quote from: Namae Nai on November 13, 2006, 02:54:36 PM
"Nina is... umm... I suppose you could say she's the leader of Saga."
Sunbeam looks thoughtful (an odd look, to be sure). "WHUT HAPPEN TO MISTER FLAN?"
*watches with narrowed eyes the exchanges between Namae and Nina*
Aight.
*sheathes her rapier*
Jus so's she don't threaten Sunny.
*glances at the contemplative ogre*
*expression clears as an affectionate grin descends*
/me trudges into the tavern and, with a great sigh of relief, dumps several heavy bags into a corner, allowing them to collapse into a disorderly pile. After a quick stretch, he cuts across the room and stops short of the bar. Coming to a momentary standstill, one by one, he looks to Lyrima and Namae, then Missa and Sunbeam.
Howdy, Beamer.
/me 's eyes finally settle on the dwarf. An eyebrow perks up as he takes a shallow breath, readying himself to say something. Thinking better of it, he quickly shuts his mouth. He starts to edge toward the bar again. Stops. Pauses to peer curiously at the dwarf one more time.
Uh. Hm...
/me away without saying anything, Jasyn strolls over to the bar, lines up several mugs, fills them with ale, and finds a comfortable seat on an end stool. From beyond the edge of his chosen mug, he sneaks another glance at the gathering as he guzzles down an ale.
*resigned to being an arachnid for all eternity, Solspider climbs onto the table near Jasyn, leaving a befuddled Kerra behind*
*Solspider tucks her legs underneath her, attempting to look like a furry loaf of bread, in a bid to get close enough to Jasyn's ale mug when he puts it down to steal some*
/me peers up from behind her pile of books in the corner booth, dark red eyes surveying the scene. She's heard tale of the Saga of old. She knows, like with most of Qeynos, that the old dwarf will not welcome her. Her reaction to the ogre tells her this quite clearly. Glancing silently from face to face, she plans her next move quickly. She holds close the red aura now forming at her finger tips. She'll slip into the shadows, then slip silently out, leaving her books to be retrieved later.
And then Missa bounds in, all bubbly and annoying.
Then Jasyn.
This changes things a bit.
Perhaps she'd better just sit hidden and keep an eye on things ...
And with that the dark elf fades unnoticed into the shadows.
*A deep blush colors her cheeks and turns her neck a deep red as soon as she notices Jasyn*
Uh ... Hello there Jasyn!
*Turning her deepest dimpled smile on her favorite ranger, she chooses a seat next to his at the bar and orders a fizzlepop*
Oh, I'm forgetting my manners! *greatly daring, she rests her hand on Jasyn's arm* This is Nina, Jasyn! She says she's the boss of Saga and I don't know what she's done with Flann!
*The implications of this finally sinking in, she casts a worried gaze on Namae* Oh! What has she done with Flann?
"Hi Jasyn! I'm summoning old style Dwarven beer, if you want some." She offers Jasyn several. "Careful, this stuff is extra potent, and it actually makes you dizzy and unable to see staight. This recipe was made before they solved that problem in alcoholic beverages."
Turning to the other patrons she answers, "Sunbeam, Missa, she hasn't done anything to Flann. He's the leader of Saga, too."
Namae explains, "Nina is the leader of Saga from a loooong time ago. Back when Ogres lived in the Feerott, and all woodelves lived in the forest called Greater Faydark. There used to be a town there called Kelethin, and it was on the top of the trees." The druidess smiles, recounting the past. "Growing up there is one of the first memories I have."
Lyrima settles comfortably in her spot at the bar. Nodding to the tender, she accepts her small glass of amber liquid and her tall glass of cold water.
She tosses back the shot and sips her water before turning her attention to those around her.
/me sniffs at the Dwarven beer offered by Namae.
This stuff smells like what they were servin' durin' the Brewday festival. Made me go cross-eyed, but I was still able to walk straight. Mmm. Good stuff!
/me turns an eye back to Kanina as Missa makes the introductions. He stares at the dwarf for a moment without a sound. Finally, making a vague gesture at his own face, he says to her...
Ya got somethin' on ya's chin'.
/me draws another sip from his selection of beverages and offers Kanina a cloth.
*Beams with joy that Jasyn has noticed her ... well sort of noticed her, but that's not important right now. What's important is that she is sitting here right NEXT to Jasyn, and Noamuth is nowhere around to spoil it all!*
*sips her fizzlepop and casts a beaming smile on the group, oblivious to the dark shadow in the corner*
So how, did you say? You got here, Nina?
*She settles to listen, loving stories and content for the dwarf to take all day.*
"Yes, I'm curious about that too. You were in Elsbet's bakery in Shadow Haven... and you were suddenly here back in Qeynos, some several hundred years later?"
/me grabs her brew and downs it in one large dwarven gulp.
Now, I aint tellin' ya all nothin' with that Ogre 'ere.
I aint understandin', if this is the Saga Tavern why ye let 'im in 'ere.
Jus' las' week, I was out killin' the gnolls outside. An' had to take out an Ogre that decided he was gonna assist the smugglin' ring.
/me Priestess looks around at those that continue assembling. She sits up on a bar stool, next to the ranger, Jasyn. A fellow drinker, for sure. Atleast some things have stayed the same.
I'm guessin' this be somethin' that Brell has done fer some cruel reason. O' maybe The Greatfool done it ta me fer fightin' in his realm. Either way. I need ta know what's goin' on in 'ere, and out there b'fore we figure anythin' else out.
Sunbeam gets a fizzlepop from the bar and looks sternly at Kanina and Jasyn. "BEERS MAYK YOO NOT THINK GOOD! MOMMEE TOLD ME NOT TO DRINK BEERS!"
Sitting down at his usual (well reinforced) chair, Sunbeam takes a big swig, and then wrinkles his nose and giggles. "I LYKE FIZZIE-POPS! THEY MAYK MY NOSE TICKL!"
Quote from: XO of SAGA on November 15, 2006, 10:26:52 PM
Either way. I need ta know what's goin' on in 'ere, and out there b'fore we figure anythin' else out.
"OH! I CAN TEL YOU THAT! YOO SEE, I WAS GROWD UP IN FREEPORTS, BUT EVREEONE THERE IS MEEN TO ME! I MEET A MOUSEY-MAN HOO TELL ME I CAN GO TO KEENOWS AND LIV WITH NYCE PEEPLS! THEN I DO SOME THINGS FOR THE MOUSEY-MAN, THEN A NOME TAYKS ME TO HAYVEN, AND THEN I MEET FLEEZ AND JAYSIN AND LIRMA AND THEY TEL ME I CAN BE IN SAGA IF I PROOV TO KWEEN THAT I AM NYCE AND WANT TO HELP KEENOWS AND SO I DID AND NOW I AM IN SAGA AND HAV LOTS OF NYCE FRENDS WHO ARE NOMES AND HYUMANS AND HAFFLINGS AND DWORFS! AND NOMES!"
Sunbeam takes another swig of his fizzlepop and giggles again. He belches loudly and proudly.
"I LYKE FIZZIE-POPS! AND NOMES!"
Yer dumber then rocks that I used ta eat when I was growin' up in the Karanas, but yer definately not like them Ogres I used ta know. An' kill.
/me turns to those in the crowd with brains larger than a radish and address them.
So evil is good. Is good evil? An' Saga's still good? Who's herdin' the cats?
Namae, why are ye 'ere? An' is there anyone else aroun' that was aroun' when I was aroun'?
An' ye two, dismissing the "children" what brings ya ta Saga? How many are ye?
"Actually, another Priest.. Flann Wentuck of Errollisi leads Saga now. Saga is still good, Nina, but the idea of what defines good and evil has changed. Anyone that swears allegience to good Queen Antonia Bayle of Qeynos is playing on the side of light, and on the side of the dark is a name you'll recognize... Sir Lucan deLére of Freeport." Namae explains, "I know this won't comfort you over much, but Kuladen still lives. Gneen still makes his rounds. Gwenae, and Sendiwen yet live... I've not seen Elsbet or Talethia since last we parted in the Plane of Storms. I did look for all of you when Master allowed me to return to this world. It is my hope that most of the others became locked safely away in New Tanaan when the Gods and Goddesses sealed the Planes." She conjures up another round for everyone with an empty mug.
QuoteI aint understandin', if this is the Saga Tavern why ye let 'im in 'ere.
That is exactly what I said when I noticed it the first time! Well, only with a little more eloquence, of course.
*grins as she waltzes in the tavern, head held high and regal, eyeing Nina up and down*
You may be a Dwarf, but at least we've got something in common!
*raises an eyebrow toward Sunbeam, who goes on a random tangent in very broken Common speak*
Quote"I LYKE FIZZIE-POPS! AND NOMES!"
*turns to Sunbeam*
When you say you like Gnomes, do you mean you eat Gnomes? Because if you do, that is fine, they
are an overpopulated small breed. But please stay away from Banco, as he is my pet and it would take forever to train another one. Understood?
*gives Sunbeam a condescending nod*
*raises another eyebrow over at Missa, notices how pretty Missa is, and is determined to dislike her forever for this insult to her person*
Jasyn darling! Who is your little friend?
*overhears something Namae is telling the dwarf about being the original Saga leader*
*turns to Nina*
Oh my! Why darling, why didn't you SAY so! It is an honor and a privilege for you to meet me meeting you!
*walks over to Nina and does a reverent bow*
I am Lady Anaris Astyrhim, premier Illusionist of Saga! But you may call me Lady Anaris, or Lady Ana, since you are such a pleasant-looking Dwarf... My, my! I have never seen a Dwarf look even remotely handsome! You have rather soft features for a Dwarf, surely you must be mixed with some sort of prettier race... All the ladies of Graystone Yard must be lusting after you...
*flutters her eyelashes coquettishly at Nina and extends her hand for Nina to kiss it*
/me chokes on her beer!
Quote from: Anaris on November 17, 2006, 10:42:22 AM
Quote"I LYKE FIZZIE-POPS! AND NOMES!"
When you say you like Gnomes, do you mean you eat Gnomes? Because if you do, that is fine, they are an overpopulated small breed. But please stay away from Banco, as he is my pet and it would take forever to train another one. Understood?
Sunbeam giggles at Anaris.
"SILEE ELFEE! NOMES IS PEEPL! WE DONT EAT PEEPLS IN KEENOWS! I LYKE NOMES CUZ THEY IS SMART AND THEY MAYK THINGS AND THEY ARE SMALL AND KYOOT!"
He looks at Kanina.
"SO YOO HELPD MAYK SAGA WHEN IT START? THAT WAS A GUD THING TO DO! THANK YOO FOR MAYKING SAGA!"
He gets a look of inspiration and starts digging in his bag.
"I NO! I SHUD MAYK YOO A THANK YOO PRESENT! I MAYK YOO A NEW PRETTY DOLEE AND NYCE CLOSE FOR IT TO WERE!"
Quote from: XO of SAGA on November 17, 2006, 11:14:59 AM
/me chokes on her beer!
Sunbeam looks concerned. "I AM A HEELER! I WIL HELP YOO!" He quickly waves his hands, speaks a few words of what must be Oggrish, and Kanina is briefly covered in vines and leaves as his healing spell takes effect.
*gasps*
Oh darling! I know I'm beautiful and I'm flattered that you are choking over me, but you must keep your composure! Here, let me...
*pats Nina on the back*
Oh my, what a sturdy Dwarf you are, sir!
*grins appreciatively*
Oh, and Sunbeam darling? *sounds as if she weas speaking to a five-year-old* Gnomes are not people. Nothing that small can be a person. They can't have a soul, where would it fit? They are pets, like companions and tigers....
*nods wisely, then turns to the handsome Dwarf*
Better, darling?
*smiles sweetly*
"Hello Lady Anaris." Namae gives her a wave and a friendly curtsey.
"Oh yeah! Wystro is still around Nina... almost forgot until his female counterpart..." she points at the elegantly attired Anaris, "Walked in."
"Umm.. don't choke?"
*sits back and watches the interactions unfold with great enjoyment*
*decides to intercede on the poor lass' behalf*
Ya know, ya remind me of my first Leader here in Saga. His name is Katu. Katu... umm.. Redbeard. Yah. 'N he had family, here, too, by the name of Grimmy Redbeard.
Bah!
Get these leaves offa me.
Lady Anaris, I aint no, I'm, hmmm,
/me trys to choose her words correctly.
I'm as much a lady as ye are.
Us dwarven lasses like to look good an' those of us that care abou' our heritage grow a full beard.
Please tell me that in this place o' time ye all aint got clean shaven dwarves.
/me quickly turns towards Jasyn when she hears the name Reddbeard.
Ye know a Reddbeard? They gotta be kin o' mine. They aroun' anywhere?
An' ye say Wystro is aroun'? Bet he aint happy with Miss Priss 'ere, Aye?
/me Cleric takes a moment to survey the tavern. Noticing others in her that she had missed. Her green eyes make out what appears to be a few gnomes, a few humans, elves, a,a, is that a rat, she thinks to herself. A warm place, cozy, except for that corner there.
So many questions. First I gotta figure out why I'm 'ere. An' if me necklace works o' not.
/me reaches into her breastplate to retrieve Brell's Necklace o' Brew, watching Jasyn's eyes glaze over as she refills her mug. And his.
QuoteI'm as much a lady as ye are.
Oh...?
*pauses and thinks about this for a moment, looking utterly confused*
*blinks and suddenly realizes everything and beams a smile at Nina*
Ooooooh! I understand
now.... I completely understand!
*winks at Nina*
But darling, do not worry at all! Saga is very friendly and very very open-minded to those of......
different tastes... We've come a long way since! Quite progressive, we are! You will find that everyone is very accepting and will welcome you with open arms, regardless of your, um.....preferences.....
*smiles sympathetically*
And I will be delighted to see that you find your way through the rainbow district near the Eldarr Grove... That is where most of your, um, kind spends their time at.... Near the spa, of course... And they come in all shapes and sizes! Half Elves, Barbarians, other Dwarves... They all frequent
those taverns....
*whispers to Namae* You didn't mention he was of, um, queer taste! He even refers to himself in female tense!
Quote from: XO of SAGA on November 17, 2006, 07:11:21 PM
Bah!
Get these leaves offa me.
Lady Anaris, I aint no, I'm, hmmm,
/me trys to choose her words correctly.
I'm as much a lady as ye are.
Us dwarven lasses like to look good an' those of us that care abou' our heritage grow a full beard.
Please tell me that in this place o' time ye all aint got clean shaven dwarves.
Quote from: Anaris on November 17, 2006, 08:30:21 PM
*whispers to Namae* You didn't mention he was of, um, queer taste! He even refers to himself in female tense!
"Actually.. uhh.. Nina... one second." The druidess leaps off her stool, and floats down gently astride Anaris.
Turning to speak privately with the high elf, Namae cautiously whispers, "She isn't. She's a super traditional dwarven religious fundamentalist. Of Brell. I'm not surprised you haven't seen one, I think they broke the mold when they made Nina. You're looking at what all dwaven women would look like if they never shaved their beards off. Which all of them except Nina do." Pausing to let Anaris consider this thoughtfully, she adds very slowly and carefully, "She really is a girl. I've bathed with her before. She's not making it up. Be glad elven women have no facial hair. Not all races are like Elves."
Returning to her stool, Namae answers Kanina, "The faith of Brell has waned considerable after Kaladim's fall, actually. Very few dwarves maintain the dignity of their race anymore... but perhaps that's why you're here now?"
Quote from: XO of SAGA on November 17, 2006, 07:11:21 PM
/me quickly turns towards Jasyn when she hears the name Reddbeard.
Ye know a Reddbeard? They gotta be kin o' mine. They aroun' anywhere?
"So you admit it Miss K'val! You and Delwood! Aww... I would have given my singing voice and left seven lute strings to see THAT!" Then struck by that, she thinks to herself sadly,
I suppose.. I did, at that....
Uh. It's a beard? (*glances at Kanina's chin again*) Oh. Yeah, I knew that.
/me quickly pockets the cloth he dangled in offerring.
QuoteYe know a Reddbeard? They gotta be kin o' mine. They aroun' anywhere?
Uh. Yeah. There's Grim... 'n that other one. The big guy who hates everyone 'n can't see nothin'. Sorta.
QuoteAn' ye say Wystro is aroun'? Bet he aint happy with Miss Priss 'ere, Aye?
I know him too! Yeah. I think she (*points at Anaris*) was studyin' under him or somethin'. So she could be as good as him 'n stuff. Or somethin' like that.
Quote* Nina reaches into her breastplate to retrieve Brell's Necklace o' Brew, watching Jasyn's eyes glaze over as she refills her mug. And his.
/me draws his attention to the necklace.
Ooh. What's that? Oh yeah. By the way, howdy. M' name's Jasyn. Ya can call me Jasyn. Most folks do. Unless... well, uh, ya can call me Jasyn.
*after listening to Namae's description of Nina, she feels a knot on her throat and her eyes start to swell up with tears*
Oh.......oh! You poor, poor thing! My Elven heart goes out to you, darling! You poor thing! I am soooo very sorry for confusing your birth defect for what I thought was signs of your masculinity! Please accept my apology! Oh dear! I've never seen anything more sad since that poor troll with the three warts on her nose who came to the spa for help!
*dabs her silk handkerchief on her moistened eyes*
But darling, do not worry! I own a spa! And we can take care of that little birth defect! By, um, Brell? Was that her god? By Brell's word, I shall cure you of such an unfortunate misfortune! Oh! Come here, you!
*embraces Nina tightly, nevermind that her robe will be wrinkled....then lets go quickly before it actually does get wrinkled*
*smiles*
Namae laughs musically, "Well, you're certainly welcome to try! However, I suspect Nina would sooner and more gladly part with an arm or leg before she'd go without a beard. You just have to love her the way she is, I think."
Turning back to the dwarf, she adds, "Katu and Grimaldo are your direct descendants in this time period. Katu especially will be eager to get to know you... he is obsessed with Saga history, and I imagine would love to meet his grandmother who could tell him all about it. I've also sent word to Renei to relay news of your arrival to Grimaldo. He's fighting to recover Kaladim as we speak."
Bah! Get off me, Elf!
What birth defect is she talkin' abou' Namae? She best not be commentin' on me beard.
/me runs her fingers through her luxurious red locks. And then turns to the rest of the room, even the gnomes.
So yer all Saga? The whole lot o' ya? An' ye still all fight fer good, huh?
Well that aint bad then.
When do I get ta meet the rest o' ye an' that leader o' yers?
*strides in, nose twitching as she sniffs the air for cookies to feed her every rumbling sweet-tooth*
Ahoy there ye landlubbers! I missed me dessert again, gots any cookies?
*waves and grins cheekily at Jasyn*
Heya matey! How be me cabin boy?
*ignores Missa and Anaris as frilly and therefore unimportant*
*waves happily to Sunbeam*
*stops at sight of a strange dwarf*
Well shiver me timbers, a newcomer! Seems ta me I heard of a pirate Redbeard sailin' these parts. Always happy ter meet a feller piratey type!
*stands arms akimbo, chest thrust out* I be Alanni, Gnomish Pirate and Scourge of tha Seven Seas! *winks at Sunbeam* Pleased ta meet yer!
/me spins himself around on his stool, balls up his fist and shakes it at Allani, all the while trying to steady his now wobbling seat.
I ain't ya's cabin boy, 'Lanni!
The door to the tavern bursts open to reveal the backside of a stout dwarf Paladin clad entirely in Flanntastic(tm) Plate Armor. He's dragging several backpacks full of what appear to be kobold parts. Patrons closest to the door overhear him grumbling something about "those farghin' kobolds taking over the Butcherblock Mountains."
He drags the packs just to the side of the door and proceeds to remove his barbute and shake battle debris from his beard-braids. Turning around he takes one step before noticing the Dwarf Priestess sitting at the bar.
"Brell's Blessed Beard! Is that... Is that Grandma Kanina?!?"
No further words are uttered. The only sound heard is his barbute hitting the floor followed shortly by the rest of the dwarf falling face down with a loud thud and rattling of nearby tables.
>>his head snaps up from his spot, curled up on the warm stone next to the fire at the sound of approximately 2 tons of metal clad dwarf hitting the ground, quickly ignoring that sight to concentrate on the bloody bag of kobold bits<<
>>a small smile curls his lips as he slowly stands, a shiver settlling his fur, and a long langorious stretch and growling kittie yawn waking him fully<<
So who's got the ale?
Gwenae returns from a long day hunting, and grabs a table where she can mend her robe that was snagged during the hunt. Hearing a familiar voice, she cocks her head to see where the voice is coming from. Taking in the dwarf and her former guild leader, her jaw drops. "Is - is - is that you Kanina? I - I can't believe that you're here! I'm pleased to see you, but cannot believe what I'm seeing!" Jaw still to the floor, Gwenae find herself unable to move at the sheer shock of it all.
*swipes Jasyn's ale*
*strides to the fallen Redbeard*
*grunts with effort*
*rolls him over*
*flings entire mug of good Brell ale in his face*
*steps back*
Might be needin 'nother one...
*nudges roughly with her booted foot an unarmored bit of the fallen dwarf*
/me spins back around to see his ale flying away from him in Lyrima's hand. He tries to reach out for it, but his stool is now leaning at a precarious angle. For a moment, it teeters forebodingly.
Oh rats.
/me and his stool come crashing down onto the floor.
Quote from: Jasyn on November 24, 2006, 03:13:55 PM
Oh rats.
/me and his stool come crashing down onto the floor.
/me watches and nods.
"I HAV THAT PROBLIM, TOO. THEES STULS FALL OVER LOTS."