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Xentle ATing
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« Reply #45
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Ah thingyatrice eggs and salted cured Rhino
belly strips. :: Xentle excalins as he sits
down to his plate of breakfast. ::
Nothing
better to start a day after returning from a few days
inthe lands of Lizards. Those creatures in the
lands around Firiona Vie will learn to shudder at the
sight of the Destructors!
:: He looks around to
see if anyone is watchin him talking to himself while he
eats his late breakfast after sleeping in. With a
smile and a nod, he takes the glass of fresh squeezed
juice the barmaid brings him and washes down his last
swallow, wondering if Valerestra got the candied berries
and bouque of Tunare's finest flowers he orderred
delivered to her. ::
A message was left for you
Xen. :: One of the other barmaids says dropping a
sealed scroll off next to him. Looking up at her
he smiles remembering her from that last time he got so
drunk, she was one of the Barmaids who .. um ..
had tucked him in that night. ::
Thank
you. :: Taking another mouthful he looks at
the wax seal. ::
Who would be sending me a
message via Druid express delivery. :: He
breaks the wax seal impressed with a Tree riding a
Lightening bolt. 'Dear Xentle' written by
the hand of a scribe, the hand writing does not tell him
who sent the message. Light flashing in as the
door opens draws his attention from the note to see who
is walking in. :: |
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« Reply #46
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"By Tunare", Ayrton exclaims as he enters
the darkened Tavern from the bright morning sunlight, "I
cant see anything!". He waits for his eyes to
adjust to the dimmer common room, relaxing alittle as
the spots dissipate from his eyes. The Bartender
offers Ayrton wine, which he politely declines, feeling
slightly euphoric already, he needs no extra intoxicant,
the pipeweed has crept up on him, and he is pleasantly
buzzing.....
He goes to his normal table behind
the staircase, a table that has basically been left to
him since the first time he entered this Tavern, he has
never walked in and seen anyone sitting there, and only
on the rarest of occasions has anyone joined him
there...Today would prove to be just such an occasion,
he was in the process of attacking some tiger ribs, when
a shadow fell over him, even in the darkest corner of
the common room...Ayrton nonchalantly shifted the meat
knife in his hand from a slicing position to a fighting
position, with the tip of the blade resting on the
bottom of his forearm, and the cutting edge turned out
away from his skin, ready to slash or defend himself as
needed....He hadnt given the person standing over him
the slightest inclination that he knew the person was
even standing there...He continued to chew his food and
waited, patiently, like a lion stalking the only prey
for miles, knowing if he lets the prey get away he may
not eat for a few more days. Then the shadow
reached out to rest a hand on his shoulder and said,
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Xentle ATing
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You definately have a vengence against
slaver there Ayrton, you wasted no time dropping those
minotaurs to their knees. Did you happen to see if
we actually freed any of their slaves.
::
Dropping his hand back from Ayrtons shoulder, he
looked around hoping to see other of their giuld mates
shuffle in for a rest. ::
Barkeep, can you send
me out a loaf of bread and a bit of your daily
special.
:: He hollars across the tavern and
finds himself sitting at his usual place. Pulling
out his scrolls he mumbles about business arrangements
he has made and time he has gotten tied up in making
money that he could be spending with his giuld mates.
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No sense grumbling over commitments
made.
:: Glancing up from what he is doing as
drinks are dropped on the table he looks around to
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« Reply #48
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Tajina sat quietly
looking out the tavern window, starring at the still
smoldering pile of wood.
Deep in thought,
obviously oblivious to anything going on around her. The
day after the party she had awoken at dawn to find her
self in Ayrton’s arms, the two of them were in his bed
roll, laying nice and cozy in the grass, close enough to
feel the heat from the bone fire that still burned
brightly not too far away from them. As she pushed back
the blankets she was relieved to see that she was fully
dressed. She remembered looking down into Ayrton’s
sleeping face, watching the firelight dancing across his
elven features. He was good looking and in this light
even more so. She fought down an overwhelming urge to
kiss him, a feeling that startled her then and still
bothered her today. His conviction and testimony over
the meaning behind lighting that fire had come so
suddenly and unexpected to her, that she had pulled him
aside a few days before the party and had a very long
talk with him. By the end of the talk he knew that she
didn’t feel that way about him and that she would be
there at his side to light the fire but as a sister and
a friend, a companion in battle, but not as a lover not
as his lady. And she walked away from the conversation
feeling content that things were fine between them and
that an understanding had been reached. But what had
happened in the time between that talk and today she had
no idea. She had gotten so drunk at the party she could
barely remember any of it, images ran through her mind
in small blips. Xentle taking over the door prizes
because she had gotten too drunk to pass them out
herself. Thanony and Darkken attacking any one that
moved, Vertico avenging and revenging those who had
fallen in the arena at Thanony’s and Darkken’s hand.
Little Grunda going on about setting some kind of
new record, Val dancing naked, Jamamas wanting all the
door prizes for himself, images of Unaly, Alatar,
Noseeum, and the others rolled around in her head,
Ayrton at her side the whole time. She couldn’t
make any sense of it all. The only thing she
remembered about lighting the bonfire was watching the
flames come to life, slowly at first and then suddenly
bursting into an intense inferno, turning the night into
day. Try as she might she could not remember the words
that were said in the lighting of the fire. Had
she lite the fire with him as a friend like they had
discussed or had she pledged some kind undying love for
Ayrton with a promise of marriage.. “ By Tunare what on
Norrath Have I done? “ Tajina kept asking herself
this over and over. A sound from somewhere in the tavern
brought her back to reality, she didn’t know what the
sound was nor did she care but she was tired of dwelling
over what was going on inside her head. She
decided then and there only time will tell and she will
deal with all the repercussions as they came up. With a
silent prayer she desperately hoped what was said and
what she had done that night would forever remain a
mystery to her. She suddenly felt an overwhelming urge
to go out and rid all of Norrath of all the evils that
crept and plagued it’s lands.
Tajina looked
around the tavern and then gathered her things up and
headed for the door. She stopped at Xentle’s table
watching him for a moment as he studied his scrolls “
don’t study too hard there Xen, don’t want you hurting
yourself “ she said to him with a wink and a pat on the
shoulder. She flashed a shy smile at Ayrton sitting in
his usual spot. “ Be safe all, I’m off to do some
hunting. “ she turned and walked on out the door.
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« Reply #49
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Ayrton watched Tajina go, feeling content
in the knowledge that her heart may not agree with the
words spoken before the party...
They had a
beautiful night, she was drunk and he was honorable, but
some of the things she said betrayed her feelings,
although her mind might not have been "in the know", her
heart most assuredly was, and her passionate embraces
were more than enough proof, "If I ever hugged my sister
like that my father (whoever he is) would have killed
me.." Ayrton laughs aloud.
"Hey Xentle, I got to
go to Qeynos and see about aquiring a Hero Bracer, tell
milady where I'm about when next you see her, ok?
I'm also in the market for some str or sta type
jewelry, if you have a mind to work your craft in the
near future."
"Fare thee well my friend, I'll
return ere long."
With that Ayrton heads for the
door, Velium Long Sword strapped to his back, thoughts
of his lady, drunk, snoring softly in his arms, fill his
mind and heart.
He turns, Salutes his guildmates and
passes through the door into the morning sunlight.....
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on: October 30th, 2001, 1:18pm » |
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:val walks in sporting a nice shiny new ivy
etched tunic, tailor cut to fit her slight elven
form:
Hi everyone! It was great seeing most
of you at the party 
I had a really great time, did you? Ok, maybe I
had a little much to drink but it was still fun and had
a great date. Is there anyone I didn't dance with?
If so let me know and we can spin around the floor a
bit, teehee.
hey, like my new top?
<turns around to model her tunic for everyone
in the tavern> Thanks again to Trop, Vert, Taj, Xent,
Ayrton and Aerila for helping me obtain it... that's the
fastest I have ever completed a quest and I owe it to
all of you. It was wonderful how we went in as
one, chose our spot and showed that little midget necro
who was boss, him and his Minotaur minions, bet they
don't mess with us again anytime soon 
I feel like celebrating < Val turns toward the
tavern wench, who is not quite so fearful anymore>
Hey hun, line em up please would ya <once again the
elven wine flows freely> A toast to all the party
animals as well as the valiant members of our guild,
hail Destructors! <throws back the glass and slams
the empty unpside down on the table, not one drop
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One day I will get exp. for something I
kill and not die afterwards.
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::Unaly wonders in
attempting to adjust her eyes to the darkness of the
tavern and mumbling something about how 'this better be
the place' and how 'rangers should be able to track
buildings'. Seeing that she is finally in the company
she has longed for she plops down on the nearest table
marked with the drunken scrawlings of her fellow
guildmates, and kicks off her horribly uncomfortable
ringmail boots.::
Well, that was a good long walk
from the arena, and the directions could have been more
specific. Of course had ya'll been sober when writing
them I might have understood them.
::holding up
an obviously illegible scroll with many scribbles and
crossouts and arrows here and there.::
With as
much as ya'll drink ya'll can't handle ya'lls alcohol.
::Reaching
in her black hole of a backpack she pulls out everything
but a troll's head looking for her money. Finally
finding it she orders herself a few bottles of Tunare's
finest. Upon opening and taking a sip she wonders if
anyone might have a spell for slightly chilling her
drink.  ::
So
where might our next attack on the evils of Norrath be?
I, for one suggest attacking the icky Crushbone orcs.
Since my faction couldn't possibly get any worse with
them I really have nothing to lose. Oh well, just a
suggestion.
:: Going up to the bartender she
gives him a handfull of coins and ask for a key to a
room. She also inquires about a cobbler to re-line her
shoes for her journey back to Greater Faydark. After
being handed the key, she goes to her table and
stuff her JUNK back into her backpack and grabs one of
her bottles::
Ya'll can have the rest, this
should be enough for me.
::Attempting to carry
all her belongings she nods to the few guild members int
he tavern and goes upstairs. A few moments later she
comes downstairs feeling a little stupid and grabs her
shoes and nodding good day to everyone again her
attention is drawn
to.....::
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« Reply #52
on: November 1st, 2001, 6:49pm » |
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Later Taj
:: Xentle watches her
depart, thinking she is too distracted to be safe out
there hunting alone. ::
Someone will watch her
back I am sure.
:: He mumbles half to himself,
then watches as Ayrton leave not to much behind her.
Another flash of light distracts him.
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Hi, Val.
:: After a quick hug
hello, he stares admiring her new green outfit for a few
moments then blushes realizing what he is staring at.
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It is lovely
:: He answers her question.
And deliberately looks away so as not to get
caught staring so openly. Quietly enjoying Val's
excitement, he shares the drink she offers, but misses
the table when he goes to slam it down distracted by her
innoccent excitememnt and hears it shatter on the floor.
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Ooops, It is good to see you that
excited.
:: From the noise preceeding the
entrance he is surprised to see Unaly walk in instead of
Vertico. Watching her almost ritualistic
performance with her backpack, he chuckles.
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Looks like a rogue could find your money
faster than you can. You need to get a belt pouch
so you can keep better track of it and it will be better
protected than the bottom of a backpack. A poke
with a sharp dagger and you would be sharing your coins
with anything that crawls in Norrath.
:: He
pours Val another Glass of Wine. Looking at the
almost discarded scroll Unaly left tossed on the table.
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You don't mind if I take that now, I can
bleach it out and reuse it.
:: Xentle tries not
to laught at Unaly's amazing charade, but a chuckle
escapses. Amused he sits back down by Val and
watches Unaly head upstairs. ::
She'll fit
right in wont she Val?
:: Leaning over he gives
Valerestra a big kiss, then gets up and starts
gatherring his stuff. ::
I have some busines to
attend to in town, but I hope that I maight join you
later for a little kicking up of dust, so to
speak.
:: He laughes as Unaly grabs her boots,
and he turns to see what is making the noise that has
even captured her attention... :: |
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« Reply #53
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Tajina
pokes her head inside the tavern " ummm sorry about that
guys, I ported myself out of here, then accidently gated
back and was trying to port myself again when I cast the
wrong spell' she holds up the remains of what once was a
large barrel' I umm owe some one a new bucket. She
flashes the bartender a look. Sorry Sir.
She notices
that Arytons seat is now empty, As she glances
around the tavern. OK, well I'm out of here again,
with that she turns obviously a bit embarrassed over her
recent mishaps with her spells mumbling something about
needing to get her mind on or off
things......
........... A FEW DAYS LATER
................
Tajina wonders into the
Tavern looking a bit rough around the edges recent
battles reflecting in her eyes, carrying a mid
sized plaque, she heads to the bar
" Here, for your
wall per Vert's request."
She hands the tavern keeper
a mounted rabbits head about the size of a large dog. "
would you please have a plate made for it that reads
'Vertico's privet collection : Snow bunny .
She slid the barkeep some coins. Shots and what ever
backs they want for every one, I'll take a beer back
with mine please.
A few minutes later at her table
Tajina raises her glass to her fellow guild mates " A
toast to all the Destructors, I saw many of you out
there fighting side by side to turn the evils back over
the past few days, I know not where they came from but
we the Destructors played no small part in battling the
evils back to wherest they came, from the werewolves in
the common lands to the skeletons in the hills of
Qeynos, the evil eyes and wraiths in the Karana to the
winged skeletons and dark horses in the mountains of
Rathe. It still amazes me how some thing as beautiful as
the black horses could hold so much evil in side them.
Tajina held her glass up high as she spoke and with one
fluid motion she downed her shot and followed it with
her beer, placing the empty glass on the table she sat
down to listen to her guild mates recap their adventures
in battling back the recent onslaught of evils that they
all had so gallantly fought back to the depths of hell
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City of
Qeynos
A weary, haggard, and very beaten looking
Ayrton is sitting on the ground by the city gate.
Battles, death and traveling the road alone, in
his recent past all blurred into this moment.
He
hasnt been alone much in his short life, he was a slave,
then a Destructor. Being alone was frightenening to him
at first, but he came to enjoy the quiet moments along
the way.
Although being alone also meant, there was
no one close enough to hear his calls for
help.
He polishes the Hero Bracer he finally
aquired after many trials, quests and tribulations.
One of his quests took him to Eastern Karana, he
was shocked to find Undead Wraiths, knight, pawns,
tainted eyes and more, worse things than he knew even
existed. He was overmatched by many of these
evils, with the help of some of The Destructors, he
probably escaped the worst of what could have happened
to him.
He met some new friends along the way,
even though making friends was not easy for him, he
lacked the trust for others needed to reach out to them.
He found people he was glad to stand next to, a
cleric, named Foddor, very brave and honorable. "I would
stand in battle with him again."
His concern now
was returning home, having tasted the open road alone,
he may never be the same again. Not knowing
how to explain this, he remains quiet, hoping things
will be the same when he returns, knowing the will not
be.
He aquires a teleport to NK, and runs to SK,
where the gnolls fall like grass before the scythe.
He again fights alongside Foddor and a druid named
Farrix. They camp there for 2 days and send many
gnolls to the heavenly hunting grounds.
Where fallen
warriors may yet slay them again. And earn there own
peace.
He feels it is time though, to go home, to
talk to Tajina, and everyone else. He is not happy
alone, but intrigued by what he learned about himself.
Being alone was something of a fear he had to
conquer. A disease which needed cured.
He is
not sure if he has been cured, just that he needed some
time, and now he feels it is time to try to explain to
Tajina why he left, and sent no word. He hopes she isnt
worrying about him. Although he worries about her
constantly, even though he knows she can take care of
herself. (She learned her druid skills from the best)
He
hefts his bag, looks again admiringly at the Hero
Bracer, knowing it was a well earned addition to his
armor, he will carry scars for life from this little
trip, and heads down the path towards Qeynos Hills,
hoping to find a teleport out of here instead of having
to run. "Ah well", he thinks to himself, "thats
what I get for taking off on my own, deal with it
Ayrton"
With a silent prayer to Tunare, he starts
the long journey back to the Inn that the Destructors
consider home.
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A strange 'klop..klop..draaaggg' noise is
heard outside of the tavern. Then, a rear-end pokes
through the tavern door. And my the look of the banded
armor, everyone knows it's Unaly.
:: Dragging a
large bag on the ground, and attempting to keep her hair
and various bags on her back, Unaly is quite a hilarious
sight to behold. She shuffles over to the nearest
'Destructors' table and heaves her burden onto it,
landing with an all to familiar 'Chink'
noise.
Attempting to ignore the hushed giggles
and chuckles, she stands up and relieves herself of her
other packs. She also throws four wristpouches onto the
table, of course with her luck, two of them spill out
onto the floor reavealing their contents. The other
guildmembers cannot hold back their laughter as they see
copper, silver, gold, and the occasional platinum go
rolling over the table and onto the floor. Obviously
perturbed, Unaly plops into the nearest chair and orders
a pint of the owners strongest brew, with a lemon on the
side.
After recieving her drink, gulping most of
it down and devouring the lemon,minus the peel, she sits
up and looks at the table that is now scattered with
coins and this large bag. She turns to the
guild.::
Ah!!! I see Xentle is not here to see
how wonderfully his advice helped me. (can't you just
sense the sarcasm?) He says I should buy a wristpouch
for my money. So I do, and i shove three other ones into
my backpack for safe keeping.
Well, let me tell
you something. I ventured out from here one night about
a week ago to get some fresh airand here some of the
local people whispering about strange happenings going
on in Norrath. So I head back to my room, gather my
things and head out to see what destruction I can
cause...after all I am a Destructor.
So, I reach
the northern part of the Ro Desert and there was some
sort of celebration going on for some cult. The Virmians
I believe. So I went and had a little chat with their
high priest and he said something about bringing back
thier god by feeding it fungus or something to that
effect. I thought they had been eating some of the
fungus themselves, and I didn't like the idea of yet
ANOTHER god being wrought upon Norrath, so I proceeded
to kill every cultist, follower, and officer of Virm
that I could find.
So as I'm doing this I realize
that my FOUR wristpouches are full but luckily I brought
extra backpacks and bags along with me. So I start
filling my bag full of the spare change the Virmians
were giving me.
Just about then, I look up and
there is this HUGE snake about two hundred barbarian
steps in front of me. I then see some random wanderer
stroll by and get struck down by it in two blows. Then
someone yells something about the Great Tishe Virm
arriving, so I put one and one together and figure this
was it.
So being the pack rat that I am, I dug
around in one of my packs and found this device a kind
gnome tinkerer made for me. It somehow captures what you
see and draws it out onto a piece of paper. Well I
captured the image and I have it somewhere with
me...::digging around in one of her bags she
mumbles::..Ah oh well, I'll find it later. Well some
very powerful man and women slay the creature and all
the cultists just disappeared. So I decided I had had
enough and took my bags and headed back to the tavern
for some rest and sanity.
So here I am, and no
thanks to Xentle I am extremely tired.
::After
cleaning up her mess of coins she hands the bag and
wristpouches to the barmaid and asks her to take it to
the bank and deposit it in her account. She then reaches
in her belt pouch and hand the barmiad a handful of gold
and platinum for her troubles.::
And could you
please make sure this pack of dogs stays kind of quiet
while I rest? :She flashes a coy smile to the guild::
Night you crazy clowns.
::With her business
settled she shuffles upstairs and awaits the noise she
is bound to hear from her rowdy
guildmates.::
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Elf Wine,
Barekeep!
:: Dropping a few pp on the counter he
heads over to his usual seat with his guildmates.
There is a stranger sitting in it though so he
growls a little and finds another empty chair. ::
If anyone cares to know, you can not levitate
and run from continent to continent across the oceans,
but I did find that if you jump boat in Butcher Block
and levitate you can run from one boat to the other
before it leaves for the other continant. If you
wait till it hits dock you cannot make the connection.
:: Dropping his bags on the back of the
chair he sits down and takes a draw off the wine the
barmaid set in front of him, and places 100pp on
her serving tray. ::
Tell the owner to put my
name on that chair so I don't find anyone else sitting
in it next time.
:: His face softens and he
beams her a warm smile. He thinks to himself for a
moment how well he knows the barmaids that work here.
Shaking the thought he turns back to his
guildmates, but is not really surprised when the barmaid
takes a moment to kiss his cheek before she delivers his
message to the barkeep with the pp. ::
Well, a
lot has happened. During that infestation of Virm
and the insurrection of the undead, I picked up a few
really nice items I now sport as a fashion statement.
:: Standing up he shows off his Polished Bone
bracelet, Drake Scale Bracelet, Sapphire Emerald Silver
Ring, Cloak of Mind, and Fine Azure Silver Sash. Then he
takes his seat again. ::
Nice haul for
protecting Norrath from such necro tretchery. ..
I think I have been around the world a couple
times since then too, from clopse in Rathe, gnolls in
SK, to Giants in the mountains of Kunark, where I must
say I deliverred a promised forest hoop to Val,
<snicker> not that she wasn't there fighting for
it too, just I won the lotto.
:: Downing a
third bottle of wine, Xentle notices the mounted Rabbit
behind the bar. ::
Now isn't that cute, who had
bunny roast for dinner?
:: Hearing clashing and
banging out the front door, he chuckles, only a few
members make that much noise.
::
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Ayrton
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Re:
Steps into the Tavern with a Tale to
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« Reply #57
on: November 12th, 2001, 4:25pm » |
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As Ayrton arrives near the last leg of his
journey, the path that leads to the inn, he notices the
lack of any noise, no birds, insects, no forest sounds
at all.....
"Something has spooked the wildlife",
he thinks.
As he nears the inn, he hears a lot of
banging and armor clashing, knowing now why the forest
was quite, he cautiously rounds the last bend in the
path, hand on sword hilt.
What he sees gives him
reason to pause, then smile, then eventually laugh in
hysterics, for there, on the porch of the inn, laying in
what looks like the remains of a rain water
barrel,
is Tropelet, the leader of the Destructors,
thrashing around, trying to regain his footing, amidst
the wet barrel stakes and banding rings.
Ayrton
still giggling, runs up and helps Tropelet to his feet,
opens the door to the inn, and shouts "Look what I found
getting beaten up by a barrel outside".
Trop
flashes Ayrton a dark look, then grins and salutes the
guild, calling for drinks all around.
Ayrton
casually strolls to his table, accepts his ale from the
barmaid with hardly a glance at her. Already he is deep
in thought. "Right good it is to be home", he
thought. "He missed these people, these heroes, more
than once on his trip his thoughts wandered to this inn,
these people, that la...oops", he caught himself, "Dont
go there son....."
Although try as he might,
thoughts of Tajina race through his mind...He knows the
gap between them is his doing, and that it wil be up to
him to close it, he has no idea where to begin, "She
probably doesnt want to hear the explanation", he
thinks.
He calls for another ale and quietly
contemplates romantic
suicide....
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Valerestra
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Re:
Steps into the Tavern with a Tale to
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« Reply #58
on: November 14th, 2001, 7:05pm » |
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Hey, sounds like a party.  .
<Val thinks as she heads back to the Tavern after a
long journey.> I hope they still have something
for me to drink.
As
she steps into the bar, Val sees many of her friends
sitting at the tables. Sheathing her weapons, Val
approaches and sits at her usual table, wondering why
Xentle is all the way over there... and notices the
attention from the barmaids he is getting, yet he seems
to be staring at her again... 
<he must really like my new armor she thinks to
herself.>
<Lifting a goblet Val
stands and offers a toast> To the Destructors,
Guardians of Norrath who have vanquised the evil forces
which did seek to invade the Karanas on All-Hallows-Eve!
um, and the giant bunnies too <noticing the
rather large and furry head on the wall>
<after draining the goblet Val turns
around in the center of the room> Does everyone
like my new Necklace and boots? I got em from those
yucky undeads in the Karanas, and look at these pretty
Forest Loop earings, thanks guys!
<rushes over to give Timberalex and Xentle each a
soft but lingering kiss> 
You are both just so sweet, Timb for thinking of
me when the left one came up for sale and Xent for
giving it too me even when you won the lottery, they are
soo much nicer than the Cougar Claw earings I used to
wear.
I tried to get you one too Xentle, but it didn't work
out...
Oh, by the way mates <addressing
everyone> watch out for someone named Kinjae or
Kiljae, he has been hanging around Frontier Mountains
and loots everything but doesn't share, we had a earing
like my new ones drop on the ground and he grabbed it
and wouldn't roll in the lottery for our group,
he just kept it and a bunch of other stuff he grabbed,
he's not very nice and I recommend against hanging out
with him, better no healer at all then one like that, at
least with no healer you know where you stand.
<Val
drains another, larger, glass> 
Oh, geth whatt, I wath in da overdere da ofther day and
I killed a whole big buncheth of sthuff dead, and I'm
almotht to thhhe firty-fiff ring,
I'm gonna go back laters and get it so I <hic>
don' need a book aaanymore for my spells <tosses a
think spellbook on the floor> No more book!
<hic> woohoos!
anybody wantsh to come wif me? <falls back in her
chair for a moment then leans down on the table and, um,
rests her eyes for a few
minutes>
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Re:
Steps into the Tavern with a Tale to
Tell
« Reply #59
on: November 18th, 2001, 2:29pm » |
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:: Draws his attention to Val in her
elated state of victory over time. Forcing his
eyes to meet hers so he does not get too indulgent in
admiring her etched ivy. ::
They look
great.
:: Drinking a taost to Val, he feels the
distance of teh table between them, but avoids a glaring
glance at the one who still occupies his chair.
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To our companions and their glorious
adventures.
:: Watching the drinks pour he
notices Val's head drop to the table and gets up and
walks over to her, offerring to help her upstairs to a
place to lay down and rest. ::
----
Time Passes -------
:: Walking
back in he sports a Walrus tooth tucked in his sash at
his waist. ::
Working that jewelry crafting
mates skill level now at 102, only 148 to go to grand
mastery. And thank you Valerestra for this Walrus
tooth it has worked much better than what I was
using.
:: Taking his seat where a high quality
wood carver was obviously hired to carve his name and
mount it to the top of the back. ::
How much
to have this done for all my mates, barkeep?
::
Xentle shouts over to the barkeeper.
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:: the bartender signs the price per
chair to him and he reaches in and hands the barmaid a
stack of coin to deliver to the bar. ::
That
should more than cover it.
:: Sitting down he
slips a small bouquet of blue and pink rsoes into the
wedge of Valerestra's chair. Careful that no one
actually sees him place them there with a samll note.
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:: Looking at the Barmaid
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I hear roast Iskar tastes just like chicken.
:: Laughing at her sudden paranoid
almost shocked look, ::
Just kidding,
I'll have a thingyatrice egg on a rhino
burger.
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