The stranger 8/10/02

[Saga Librarian]

Jamaal al Siyah

*The door flings open as a large, swarthy human steps in*
*Sneering, he peers around a bit before finding an empty spot*

I be needin' a swill, an' I be thinkin' ya outta be scurryin' ta git it right quickly.

*His voice is gravelly, equally as abrasive as the words he chooses*

Otha tavern I been in done closed fer tha night. Lucky ya be tonight, har! Bit more a reputable place it be though..

*Once again he looks about. This time more purposefully, a disinterested look in his muddy eyes*

So where tha' swill be?! Takin' yer damned time I'm seein'! S**t!

*He leans back and smirks, arrogantly, obviously waiting to see what happens now*


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Quea FV
Port a Party

Quea walks up before the stranger and smacks herself into a stance that speaks of authority. Not an easy feat for someone three feet tall.

"Hi there, I be Quea Fingerwiggler, Druish Princess and basically if'n I say to the bartender here that yer scurvy scum, ye don't drink. However, I am of the mind to figure out if ye are. Sooooo, show me some manners and buy me a brandy and we will see what we will see."


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Katryna Sowdier   
Shamaness of Saga

Katryna watches the stranger enter with an amused look appearing on her face. From her table at the back amongst the shadows she watched this abrasive character make his demands known.

Chuckling, Kat said loud enough for all to hear "Quea I be thinkin he should be buyin ye a drink, also make sure the bartender scrapes out the film at the bottom of the keg for the mon as I be thinkin he deserves what he be askin for, and with the way he be talkin it sure aint Tuppen's best."

Katryna laughs to herself a little more and then leans her seat back against the wall the way she had it when he first came in. Relaxing her eyes and drinkin her ales that lined the table.


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Jebbar Godsbane
Human Cuisinart of Death

Jebbar speaks up from the table he and Katryna share, "Quea, Katryna, if it's swill the man wants, then by all means oblige him! Mickey, be a good lad and pour the man a pint of Ol' Muddy. That'll suit his taste, and his mouth!"

Jebbar, worried that Katryna has been drinking non-stop without eating, pulls some bread and cheese out of his pack and offers it to her.

"And refill this pitcher of watered wine if you would please, Mickey, all this talking is making me parched!"


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Wystro
Mage of Felwithe

The odor of unwashed non-elves discomforts Wystro almost more than the coarseness of their speech. He speaks a few soft words in elvish to a servant barely seen. The ephemeral creature nods and obeys.

A refreshing breeze blows in from the outdoors, and the gentle rattle of liquor bottles is heard.

Wystro catches the attention of the barkeep. He speaks in flawless common with a touch of elvish accent.

"Another snifter of brandy for me, Good Sir."

The elf then returns to his notes -- he will not cease until he can learn the secrets of summoning bars of soap.


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Jamaal al Siyah

HAR!
The wee one should be thinkin' ta keep 'er tongue to 'erself, less she really don't be wantin' it that is.
I got no cash fer yer likes missy, so shove off an' beg over yonder.
If ya don't wanna be servin' me, fine. Lotsa otha reputable places that be lovin' the plats.

An' I ain't scurvy scum. Ya don't be wantin' ta delve inta that though.
*narrows his eyes at her*


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Quea FV
Port a Party

Quea laughs heartily. "Aye indeed ye are scurvy scum or close enough to it to be called it."

"I won't cast ye dead but I tell ye what. See that gentleman over there." Quea points at Jebbar. "He is a monk and I be thinking you be needing some learning. He is probably willing to oblige."

Quea waves at the waitress who quickly brings her a shot of brandy. She tosses it down and hands the empty glass back to the waitress. "Bye the bye, my drinks are always free here. It wasn't yer plat I was after it was your good graces which I see you aint got any."

Quea tosses the stranger a stern look and walks away to a seat at the other end of the tavern.


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Katryna Sowdier   
Shamaness of Saga

Kat accepted the bread and cheese from Jebbar with a smile, "thank ye Monk" she said with fondness. Katryna stood and headed towards the table where the man sat, as she passed the bar she noticed a mug of ale that appeared to be from last years batch. A smile spread across her face as she picked up the mug and decided to deliver it herself, she did not trust this man around the waitresses.

Katryna approached the stranger's table and looked him up and down, she then placed the ale down on his table in front of him. "Ifin ye want continued service here ye be treatin them proper" narrowing her eyes for added effect "Ye donna belong if ye are to be rude to me family as this be a family tavern."

As Kat turned away she hesitated a moment and then turned back to him, "Oh and if ye dare to be tryin anythin with one of me family" her eyes took on a glow "it will be me pleasure to show ye what a Shamaness can really do" with that said Katryna returned to her seat.


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Siffo
Silly Old Rogue

*Siffo appears behind the rude strangers shoulder applying evil smelling poison to an exceptionably sharp dagger*

*He sighs with disappointment*

This be a family establishment, not some back alley dockyard swillroom the likes you may be used to. It would behove you to act with class and decorum.

*Siffo taps the strangers shoulder with the smoking dagger to emphasize the next few words*

If you decide to offend my family, I assure you, you will rue the rest of your days in Norrath. If ya would be wanting to be a friend, find a better way of expressing your self.

*Siffo is gone as suddenly as he appeared*


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Jamaal al Siyah

*The man can barely contain his snickers*

Be a family establisment ya be sayin'?
Act wit' some class ya be sayin'?

All tha while ya be puffin' yer chests out and actin' juss as crass as ya be accusin' me of. If there be a mirror in this 'ere place I be suggestin' ya venture a look in it. Damned, halfer be tryin' ta puff his chest out tha farthest. Prolly fer his lack of stature in otha areas.

Yah, I ain' got the kindest a manners. Yah, I be expectin' tha damned service ta be speedy in a bar. I ain' go around threatenin' folk first though. That be courtesy a the first halfer that spoke ta me.

I ain' be wantin' the ale, woman. I been askin' fer Ogre Swill. If ya ain' got, then tha Gnomish Spirits will do as well. Don't go a feignin' kindness an then be lobbin' threats about.
*he pauses for a fond look*
Ya chest puffs out right nicely as it be, don't gotta be puffin' it no more.
*the man winks*

Har!
The Father must be right pleased ta see me do his work so well!


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Quea FV
Port a Party

Quea nearly tips backwards onto the floor she is laughing so hard. "Next thing ye know he be wanting us to roll out the red carpet for Apep."

"Your a stranger in a strange bar. Our bar, didn't see no sign outside the door what said, 'Welcoming strangers with open arms' now did ye?"

"It be pretty natural for us to be wary of any who come here. We are well...disliked by those with darker designs."

Quea slaps her knee and starts laughing again at the idea of a red carpet.


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Katryna Sowdier   
Shamaness of Saga

Just as Kat was ready to sit down she heard the words uttered from the man's mouth. Shaking her head in disbelief she turned right around again and returned to the bar. Kat requested the gnomish spirits for the stangers then proceeded to deliver it to his table.

Katryna place the mug of ale on the table in front of the stranger and then slowly looked him up and down, as if trying to figure out what this man was up to.

"Don't ye go winkin at me mon, there be yer gnomish spirits and me name is Katryna not woman" Katryna looked the stranger in the eye. "Ye words are insultin ifin ye realize it or not and the people around here donna take kindly to that, I be thinkin you should finish yer drink and be on yer way, unless of course ye care to change yer way of treating others."

Katryna stood there waiting for a reply.


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Jamaal al Siyah

Heh heh
"Ya attitude be kinda cute there, woman.
I ain' got them nice manners, ya got tha look of a northerner, ya oughta be used ta that. 'Less these 'ere halfers been corruptin' ya. Ya don' be gettin' tha education an table manners them high men be gettin' in no gutter in Freeport. What I'm gon' do, git nice just fer ya? HAR! The faith don' be permittin' that. I juss wanted a damn drink ta pass tha time. Ya went 'bout bringin' me one, fine job, prolly use anotha wench at one a them bars in Neriak... I can tell 'em boutcha if ya be interested."

*the man leaned in very close, something in his eyes, and whispered*

"I'll never lay all my cards on the table until I've seen yours, good luck."

*he downs his drink*

"If I ain' gone offendin' ya nuff yet, lemme have anotha."


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Quea FV
Port a Party

Quea is giggling unmercilessly now. Tears stream down her face. "..ha ha.. wench...hee.. ho..."


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Mixxi Bixiebane
Diva of Destruction

Mixxi steps through the door at this moment, takes one look at Katryna's face, and casts about for a rubber apron to protect her new greaves from the impending gore.


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Serinity Di'Marcia
Holy Knight of Tunare

Walking in right behind Mixxi, Serinity prepares herself to run and dive under the nearest table. Wench he says? He may be a warrior, and maybe even one after Gore's own heart, but hell hath no fury like that of Katryna.


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Bindi the Hobbit
Creeping Crook

Bindi steps in behind Mixxi, leaving a trail of wet clay behind her. She see's Quea laughing and wonders what happened to the Death Nights this time, then sees Kat and raises an eyebrow inquiringly.

Turning to Mixxi she whispers, "Eh...who's that guy? He a friend o' someone? Cuz ifn he is they best put a leash on him or Kat's gonna unleash her spirit friends in here an I'm nay gonna clean up that mess..."


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Katryna Sowdier   
Shamaness of Saga

Katryna listened to the spew that shot from the strangers mouth and the words 'woman and wench' so easily glide over his lips.

Katryna pulled herself up to her full height which would dwarf most men, she then smiled at the stranger but it never did reach her eyes which now had become steel. Thinking of the family close by and not wanting the tavern to receive more damage she reached for the first mug of ale she had brought and proceeded to pour it over his head and his belongings.

"There be yer second drink SIR, now ye see I have a wee bit of a problem that I be need some help with and I be thinkin that you will be the one that can help just fine."

<Katryna looks above her and whispers to the winds, then a blue/green/yellow mist starts to swirl and take form, Kat's favored spirit companion appeared>

"My wolf here needs to go for a wee bit of a walk"
<a grin slowly spreads across Katryna's face>
"and I think you just volunteered fer the job"
<Katryna bent down and looked into the strangers eyes then whispered>
"Ye know I ave dealt with men like ye in Halas but they always be learnin respect one way or another, and until ye are worthy of me havin to show all my cards don't be expectin to see them."
Katryna chuckled to herself
"and if ye reach Neriak I donna think ye should be mentioning The Shamaness to them, it seems some of their guards disappeared and they be blamin me" <little pause>
"I will telll ya what, since ye seem a little slower then others I will give ye to the count of 5 before me wolf is ready for his walk. If you find yer way back here one day please come in fer another drink but yer leave the gutter behind ye if you get me meanin"

Katryna stood up and noticed the monk had left his seat and wondered where he got off to, shrugging it off to probably refilling his wine Katryna brought her hand up in front of the stranger and let one finger stick up

"ONE"...................


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Caillou
Pebble with a bow

Caillou was just passing the window of the tavern when she heard Katryna bellow "One!" Caillou peeked in the window to see a drenched stanger sitting at a table, a wolf, several family members gathered about, and Katryna drawn up to her full height, standing prepared for battle.

"Hmmm..." thinks Caillou. "Mayhap, I should just stay out here a moment longer. If he turns into some vile creature, I can get through the window lickity split. But if he does what's good for him and departs, I don't want to be in his way."


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Quea FV
Port a Party

Quea stopped laughing and stared at the scene before her.

Quickly she began memorizing Fury of Air just in case the big oaf wasn't smart enough to start running.

Quea really didn't want to have to help deal with the mess the wolf was gonna make of him right here in the bar.

She smiled hoping he was planning to stay put so she could zap him to oblivion and blow the smell of him out at the same time.


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Ntalliya
Elemental Mistress

Ntalliya nears the tavern with Clumpy trailing behind her. She stops at the door, noticing Caillou peeking the window she turns to Clumpy " hmmm, you better come in with me today!"

Ntalliya swings the door open and quickly walks in. She looks around to see her family members gathering. She then notices a drenched stranger, and Kat standing ready with her wolf.

Walking around the crowd, Ntalliya quietly takes her position just to the side of the stranger. Kat noticed Ntalliya and gave her a quick nod.

Smiling at Kat, Ntalliya turned and whispered something to Clumpy.
"Guarding with my life, oh splendid one" he replied as he turned towards the stranger.
Giving Clumpy a pat on the back (well as close as she could come to his back) Ntalliya took a few steps back, carefully watching the stranger. 

[Saga Librarian]

Siffo
Silly Old Rogue
*Siffo appears in the kitchen and tells all the help to gather buckets of water*

Remember the mess the last one made.

*He disappears again through the slowly closing door*


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Caillou
Pebble with a bow

Caillou nocks an arrow on to her bow & holds it at ready by her side musing, "When I'm drunk the windows without glass let me fall through. Right now... the no glass means I can fire through it. Have to make sure not hit anyone else." Caillou looks around her. "Wonder if he has anyone with him, one alone in our tavern would be foolish on the fools part."


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Bridh

"I think he's already proven his foolishness by letting Kat between he and the door," a soft voice replies from seemingly nowhere. A slightly larger form of shadow shifts next to Caillou, in range of the window. Shifting again, she makes out who it is.

"And I doubt we'd both miss," Bridh quips, peering through the open frame.


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Jamaal al Siyah

I ain' expectin' even half tha lot of ya ta be realizin' whatcha sound like right now. It would prolly make yer ears bleed... Ain' none of ya nearly as wise as ya be thinkin' ya be.

*his look turns from playful to serious as he faces the Shamaness and points*

But ye, I had been hearin' that ya had it in ya, and I be seein' that ya do. And ya be knowin' what I mean. We bout ta see how much of it ya got in ya though. Do it.

*with that he leans back and spits at the summoned wolf*

Ain' no dog gon' be scarin' off a man of tha faith.

*his eyes squint*

Quite frankly it isn't my time yet.


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Katryna Sowdier   
Shamaness of Saga

Katryna watches the stranger spit at her wolf, this added with his rude behavior and demeaning statements made something in her take on a more raw anger that she normally kept hidden.

Looking at the Stranger Kat replied in a tone of steel,
"Ye donna belong her and me family is offended and ye spit on the wolf, I canna stand fer this and ye be knowin that."
Katryna reached down to the obviously untrained human and picked him up easily by his tunic, the anger coursing through her veins. As she walked to the door with him she whispered for his ears only, "you thought the dark elves were good at torturing I bet <pause> if I have to come after you again I will put you through so much hell your ancestors will be crying out with pain", to get her point across once Kat had him outside the door she took the end of yer spear and carved a K into his cheek, "now be gone and be glad ye are walkin away" Kat called for the wolf and told him to attack, knowing full well that the spirit would not leave the close area but atleast he could chase him abit.


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Gneen

Gneen had been walking slowly down the path leading away
from the Tavern when he heard commotion behind him.
He turned to see a stranger, a tall lady he had seen earlier
in the bar, and a rather large angry wolf.

Gneen hid and waited to see what happened next, unsheathing
his sword and drawing his dagger just in case.


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Jamaal al Siyah

Strangely enough, the man stood still as the wolf pounced.
Nor did he fight back as it tore at his throat.
Instead, he spoke.. but not in the gravelly voice of before. This voice was hollow, entirely lacking in emotion.
It was a chilling sound, made even worse by the fact that it was emitting from a man whose throat was nearly torn out.

"And so the true colors of that one shine. I do so hope you all have seen what has come to pass. Reflect on what was said, and search for the threat I presented you other than harsh words. Your Shamaness has just murdered someone because she didn't like his demeanor. Watch that one, something must have gotten to her and changed what she is. Murdering a person because you don't like how they talk doesn't sound like the actions of a righteous woman."

The man's eyes closed and his head lolled back, further revealing the gaping wound and gore that was his neck.
But still the voice came... this time from above the body.

"The score is even at one now, Shamaness. You didn't think it was over that easily did you?"

*a familiar laugh echoes through the area*


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Jebbar Godsbane
Human Cuisinart of Death

Jebbar approaches the tavern, and noticing the commotion palms his club and runs toward the figures outside the door.

Seeing Katryna standing there breathing heavily, and a man with blood on his face laying on the ground, he puts two and two together.

Standing next to Katryna he drawls, "need any help there, Shamaness?"


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Siffo
Silly Old Rogue

*Siffo appears beside Katryna and Jebbar*

Welp, guess we don't need the buckets of water this time. Kat you want me to toss this mess inta the hole with whats left of that inky that blowed up?


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Serinity Di'Marcia
Holy Knight of Tunare

Standing near to Katryna, Serinity sees what befalls the man. Aye, she did, an ye deserved it. You came here, offended a member of our family, an had no remorse or manners. I am proud to have the shamaness in our family, anyone who means to harm her or anyone else in any way deserves what they get. I will stand till my dying day defending those I love.


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Quea FV
Port a Party

Quea looks down on the mess and says "Too bad he didn't know we recognized him right away for who he was. Not being able to hear our ethereal chat is quite disadvantageous for the evil."

Quea shakes her head then chuckles. "Boy he is quite the persistent one isn't he."


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Mixxi Bixiebane
Diva of Destruction

Mixxi flicks a spot of blood off her greaves and leans against the doorpost, frowning and trying with her tiny warrior brain to figure out why some continually seek destruction.

Giving up, she shakes her head and heads in to find a seat. She finds it tough enough to stay alive without trying to convince others to kill her.

As she looks around at the faces that fill the tavern, she chuckles. Perhaps it is that some mistakenly believe that good also means weak, that being true means being polite and peaceful as well. She shakes her head again with a wry smile and a glance at the mess still visible through the open door.


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Bippin Tenderfoot
Redeemed Rogue

Bippin steps in on tip-toe, carefully avoiding the blood and gore still littering the entrance. Stepping over the body of the fallen man, he sneaks a look at the unrecognized features. He shrugs. Noticing his friends all in combat readyness, he takes another look around, and says:
"It seems everything is in order now. Siffo, I see you have a bucket of water in hand, can you please clean up that mess? It makes it hard to get in without soiling your boots. And I think I'll have a pint of Tuppen's Golden Ale, anyone cares to join me? My treat."


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Siffo
Silly Old Rogue

*Siffo hears Bippins comments and his face goes blank*

Huh?

*Looks at the bucket in his hand and at the mess on the ground*

But....er...I....you.....Hmmmph!

*Siffo cleans up the stupid stranger mess but saves a few choice pieces for a certain uppity hobbit to find in his pockets and packs later*


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Caillou
Pebble with a bow

Caillou looks to Bridh beside her. "Looks like we weren't needed, this time. If he'd been more powerful or more trained... But anytime Katryna or any of the family need us, I'm sure we'll be there, me with a bow, you with your blades and sneaky ways." Caillou smiles as she unnocks the arrow. "But for now, I believe I heard Bippin is offering free ale. I wonder where Wystro is?"


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Katryna Sowdier   
Shamaness of Saga

"Katryna stood and watched what was happening unable to gain control over herself to call back her pet. It was over in only a blink of an eye then the voice. Katryna had forgotton the voice but now he had come back.

Quietly Katryna turned around and went back to her table all the while thinking of what the voice had said. Katryna was thankful for her family and their understanding towards her but she had to wonder how she could of let him get to her.

Katryna waved to the waitress and request a round to the house, she hoped someone would play some music so she could quietly think to herself.


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Serinity Di'Marcia
Holy Knight of Tunare

Serinity walks out of the still open door. She can't make light of such a greusome situation. Free Ale, you bet, but not now. Taking one look back at Katryna, she hopes the shamaness is alright.

[Saga Librarian]

 
Kuladen
Greatest. Sexiest. Bard. Ever.

Kuladen's super elf ears detects a request for music from the shamaness.

Bolting into the tavern, the doors to the place slam open as he skids to a stop, putting up his Walrus Skin Drum. Looking about the place, he pulls off his helmet and puts it in his backpack, and runs his hand through his red hair nervously.

As everyone sits in silence the bard hops up on the table, clearing his throat. Pulling out his Lute, he tunes it for a second, then looks up and smiles:

"Wolf!" cried my cunning heart
At every sheep it spied,
And roused the countryside.

"Wolf! Wolf!" -- and up would start
Good neighbors, bringing spade
And pitchfork to my aid.

At length my cry was known:
Therein lay my release.
I met the wolf alone
And was devoured in peace.

Kuladen beams around, his smile bright. His eyes fall onto the body on the floor, and his footprints on the man's chest. His eyebrow raises and he looks down and lifts his foot to find it covered in blood.

Kuladen chuckles nervously, then his eyes roll back into his head as he slumps into a heap on the table, knocking over a few glasses in the process.


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Siffo
Silly Old Rogue

/stand

/clap


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Bippin Tenderfoot
Redeemed Rogue

Bah Siffo, I thought you cleaned it up. And that hand I found in my rations... was that your work?
*casts an icy glare at Siffo*


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Siffo
Silly Old Rogue

I remember for sure picking up a hand and getting rid of it and a few other bits too, I'm sure they will turn up.

It would have been impolite to leave every one drinking without the pleasure of my company and then the bard started singing. I couldn't be so rude as to go about menial tasks while he was performing, it would have been rude.

By the time I could get back to mister messy the rats and dogs had carted off all the bits, project complete resume adventuring.


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Bindi the Hobbit
Creeping Crook

There are RATS in our TAVERN???

*jumps up on the table*

I do NAY like rats...someone best be gettin rid of em...right now, afore they get in Elsie's pies!!


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Quea FV
Port a Party

Quea pipes up "I saw a little girl carrying a tree rat but beyond that there are no rats around here!"

Quea caresses her Brandy bottle lovingly as she fills 6 shot glasses full of the amber liquid. She smiles happily and begins to down them in rapid succession.


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Jebbar Godsbane
Human Cuisinart of Death

*Jebbar calls the serving wench over and orders something without so much rat in it*


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Caillou   
Pebble with a bow

"Rats are not nearly so tasty as rabbit," says Caillou as she steps around the remnants of mess and into the tavern, "but I suppose they would do in a pinch if you were really really hungry. I think I'd rather eat roots, though, even if I am completely sick of them." Caillou grumbles about the things she finds foraging and picks up a pretty leaf from the floor, swept there from someone's pack or shoe.

"But now that the mess is gone, did someone say drinks?" Caillou's grin grows broad and a bit impish.


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Bippin Tenderfoot
Redeemed Rogue

"Yes, I did sweety"
Bippin approaches Caillou and kisses her gently. He then passes her a frosty mug with a golden-amber liquid inside, and a thick layer of froth on top.
"There you go, have some of Tuppen's Golden" he says "I'll have to go through my packs here, and get rid of any remains Siffo might have misplaced" he grumbles, as he sits down and starts going over the content of his bags.


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Wystro
Mage of Felwithe

Wystro's eyes fills with tears as the horror of the situation overcomes him. His body convulses with sobs.

The crying elf looks around from person to person, searching for an answer. Finally, he collects himself enough to finally utter a few words.

"W-w-who is......going to....pay for.....my drycleaning?..."

Look closely, and you see a few spatters of blood on his pristine robe. Wystro is rubbing it with club soda. This be the price of violence!

....and Wystro's precious tears cannot remove the bloodspatters.


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Katryna Sowdier   
Shamaness of Saga

Katryna looks over to where Wystro is crying and immediately sees his dilemma. Kat takes a swig of ale and then gets up and walks over to where Wystro is standing

Kat starts to chant a few words to the spirits and casts the shrinking spell on Wystro's robe and then at the last moment realizes her error, the whole robe shrunk and barely covered its owner.

Chuckling to herself to see Wystro standin there in a shrunken robe and the look on his face Kat would always remember. Kat once again chants to the spirits and the robe grows back to its original size.

This time taking more care to concentrate on the stains Kat starts to chant again, a small pink swirling ball of air is flung at Wystro's robe and the stains shrink out of existence.

"There ye go my friend, it was me fault ye got them and now they are gone" <pauses for a moment while a grin creeps across her face> "Did I mention ye had nice legs, are ye sure ye donna want me to shrink yer robe again and leave it that way?"

Laughing to herself Kat returned to her table and began her drinking once again.


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Caillou   
Pebble with a bow

Caillou gasps when Wystro's robe is shrunk, but, even with Bippin at her side, can help but take a long look at the high elf's exposure. It is almost with regret that she appreciates Katryna returning the robe to proper size. Caillou then blushes for her thoughts.


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Mixxi Bixiebane
Diva of Destruction

Mixxi tucks her tongue back in her mouth and continues drinking.


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Quea FV
Port a Party

Quea drools a bit then remembers Korg. Still she wonders where she can get a shrinking spell, it would really broaden her horizons to add that to her repertoire.


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Jora Annwvyn
Cleric of Thunder

Up until this point Jora has been conversing with the cook in the kitchen. His sister was ailing and Jora hoped to figure out what had caused the flu-like symptoms that she could not heal. When the conversation ended she walked back into the tavern just in time to catch the song and watch Wystro's robes nearly wink out of existance.

The cleric started to giggle... and giggle... soon tears were running down her cheeks.


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Wystro
Mage of Felwithe

"I am not a piece of meat! You should all be deeply ashamed of your boorish behavior!"

In a huff, Wystro gathers his belongings and storms out of the tavern. The flustered elf takes one last look back, then heads directly to his tailor. Perhaps his robe should have a more snug fit!


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Serinity Di'Marcia
Holy Knight of Tunare

Serinity runs after Wystro, saying something about him getting some nice pants.... leather looking..