tonic
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Post by tonic on May 5, 2005 18:33:00 GMT
*smirks at his retreat, giving a wink at aurora who watches intently as the scene plays out. With shaky hand she takes the drink that a concerned Oswald offers.*
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Post by paladin on May 5, 2005 18:46:30 GMT
* A striking young man enters the tavern, his armor is worn but he wears it proud, you can tell that this man is a man of action. He walks with pride, confidence beams from this man, when near him you feel a sense of comfort, you feel safe, you somehow know this man would fight and die to protect you and all he believes in.*
* He makes his way to Rothgar, as he passes Rue he can't help but feel a bit troubled, he tosses her a glance, somehow he feels a connection with this woman, like fate has already played its part.*
Amowien: " Father, I came as soon as I got word. "
Rothgar: " Sit child, we have much to discuss."
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Post by vinea on May 5, 2005 19:00:30 GMT
Glances over at the ruckus...and blearly wonders aloud
"...damn, I wonder who rammed a sword up his ass...I am soooooo drunk...."
[OOC: mating call of blonds in bars...tho' he's not blond]
concentrates on Rue with all the seriousness of an inebriated individual.
"I belief he just called you a theef. Shall I defend your honnor...er...honor? Why of course...a pretty lass like yourself...can't be a thiff."
"You, there...Ramrod...come back and apologize! No threatening pretty ladies on my bwirthday!"
His proclamation might carry more weight if he were not leaning at quite the angle...and wielding a sausage...
[OOC: A good spot check might determine that he's not as drunk as he's making out to be but my perform isn't too bad. Probably anyway.]
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Post by paladin on May 5, 2005 19:03:37 GMT
* Rothgar and Amowien continue talking taking no notice to the goings on in the Tavern *
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Gort
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Post by Gort on May 5, 2005 19:18:03 GMT
Oswald: " Eh, whatcha on about boy? Let me see what ya got there..........." *Oswald eyes the parchment* " Hmmm, nope nope, sorry boy I can't help ya out there." *Just as the young man started to speak Oswald raises his hand.* " Now you listen to me boy, and you listen good, don't go causing any trouble in me bar or me town, we clear on that?" " Now with the pleasantries out of the way........... see that gentleman in the corner there?" *Oswald slaps Borias in the back of the head* " Don't look at him ya damned fool!" " He'd be the man to seek out fer info regarding whats on that parchment, and anything else fer that matter. I warn ya though son, mind yer tongue around that one." " But first grab ya an ale, it's Martin's birthday." *Oswald winks* Borias bites his tongue and releases the grip on his sword hilt within his cloak. It wouldn't do well to accost the barkeep for his rough manner when there were more important priorites. The dark haired warrior visiabley relaxes and takes the ale. Sipping it slowly he asseses the patrons in the bar. The man in the corner suddenly leaps up and yells at a petite auburn haired woman standing near a fat patron. He calls for her to disist in her thievery. She claims innocence and the matter is left at his stern warning. After a couple of minutes Borias turns to the barkeep. 'Another good Barkeep and one whatever the gentleman is having there' Borias gives a small indication with his head to the man in the corner who still takes in the bar scenery in a very measureing look. With drinks in hand Borias cross to the mans table. 'Sir, forgive my boldness but i understand you are a man of some knowledge and i am a man in search of truth, may i seat myself?'
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Post by paladin on May 5, 2005 19:24:34 GMT
*Rothgar eyes the young man and utters one word*
" Vengeance?"
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Post by vinea on May 5, 2005 19:26:43 GMT
Now both inebriated and annoyed at being ignored Martin staggers forward a few paces to within "point blank range" of his fearsome weapon.
"Excuse me....my apologies for not following protocol. Sir Ramrod...come back and apologize for speaking so dishonorablebly at a lad...<glances over>...er...the lass here."
And proceeds to bounce the sausage off of Borias' head who has just walked into the line of fire instead of Rothgar whom he was aiming for.
[Roll(1d20)+3: 18,+3 Total:21
Actually...I'm not likely to be proficient with Sausage so it might be 17...maybe thrown weapon or something] "It's rather crowded in here isn't it?"
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Post by paladin on May 5, 2005 19:35:05 GMT
* With a wave of his hand the very air around you begins to tingle. You notice as the sausage bounced off of Borias' head it did not fall to the ground, but yet it froze in mid air.
In a magical flurry of righteousness, Wings sprouted from the meat, the meat began to buzz, the meat began to swell.
Before Martin could pounder on if he had had enough to drink he was being chase around the Tavern by a wing sausage+3!!!
The Patrons let out hardy cheers of, " Happybirthday!"
and " Long live the Sausage !"
*Oswald lets out a laugh, shakes his head and replys*
" When will they ever learn?"
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tonic
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Post by tonic on May 5, 2005 19:42:02 GMT
Not looking to draw anymore attention to the matter with the sword wielding hulk that was ruining her fun and her much needed practice of the fine art of “slight of hand” She quickly grabs martins arm and draws him back to the bar. Whispering to him “easy fella don’t go getting yourself into trouble we both don’t need”.
She makes a mental note after a quick assessment of martin to make sure to be off before the bill is due.
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Post by vinea on May 5, 2005 19:55:31 GMT
Rue catches Martin "off balance" while running from the sausage and he clumsily staggers into her grasping about somewhat wildly.
Making SURE that his body obscures any line of sight to the big baddass in the corner along with any other prying eyes (like the whole damn bar) lifting something to trade back to her later for his own stuff as he's reasonably certain she's lifting something off of him now. <sleight of hand +7 vs Rue>
Ending on the floor at the end looking up at Rue, his only comment is:
"Hey, Oswald, look! Clean elven arse!"
That should take her mind off any inappropriate placement of the hands...like near her pouch...
Pulling his hand covered in someone's dinner that was knocked to the floor so folks look at THAT hand...
"I daresay its a tad cleaner than your floor at this moment..."
<prepares for any kicking that might ensue>
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tonic
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Post by tonic on May 5, 2005 20:05:21 GMT
Staring down at martin spread out on the floor after the clumsy feel up and search…Rue suppresses the desire to stick his sausage up his nose….barely. Giving him a death glare she steps over him with as much dignity she can possibly hold in this moment and walks to the closest table near the door.
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Post by vinea on May 5, 2005 20:09:08 GMT
With the bar in stitches, Martin quickly orders another round for the bar and tucks away "whatever" while folks are distracted, her back is turned and Sir Brooding Badass ain't looking.
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Gort
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Post by Gort on May 5, 2005 23:32:44 GMT
'Vengence' Borias repeated. 'No my purpose is the oposite it is one of rescue. I seek my mother whom was abducted long ago. I seek her and the men that took her from my father. 'I seek knowledge, how can i act without it.' Rothgar suddenly lept to his feet and a sausage froze in mid air. Borias eyed the man anew. Knowing that here he may have found his way.
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Post by paladin on May 6, 2005 1:30:16 GMT
Rothgar:
" Amowien you may take your leave."
* Amowien gives both his father and Borias a nod as he leaves the table *
" Rescue you say? "
" Have a seat lad, tell Ole Rothgar what's on your mind. "
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Gort
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Post by Gort on May 6, 2005 1:39:57 GMT
Borias sits slowly pushing back the cap to reveal a black mail shirt and a long sword with a dark leather tassels which he pushed forward so he could seat himself with dislodging his scabbard. For a long moment the dark haired warrior paused.
'It begins many years ago sir. My father a farmer met a woman on his farm. He fell in love with her and in there love i was concieved. Not long after there union she was taken from my father by men bearing this symbol' Borias unrolled a well worn and torn sheet of waxed parchment. 'They took her to where, my father did no know. He spent many months looking for her. He returned to his farm and soon after a child arrived. With a letter from her saying she did not have the power to return also that i was to be schooled to be 'ready and that there will be a time for me' and that my father made me. I was tutored in arms, tactics, warfare, mathmatics. It goes on. On my fathers death bed did he reveal this to me and said gave me this parchment and told me this pendant i wear always was hers.' From with his mail vest he takes out carefully a pendant of unusual blue metal symbol with a dull and strange gem in the center of it. 'I seek her and what or who took her away, for my fathers love i do this and if she is in peril or imprisoned i will do all i can...' Borias gaze falls then he looks up into Rothgar's measuring look. 'It is all he ever asked of me' 'I implore you sir if you know anything that will aid me, let me know'
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