Topic: The Crimson Vixar Tavern | |
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*Kadis just woke up and had a Killer headache. What a party last night. He won't be up to doing that again for oh say 7 years, hey that's how long it is till the next one of these!*
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*Walks inside, sober this time. Her hand gripping onto the cutlass on her hip. She looks around slowly at whom is around*
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*Walks inside, sober this time. Her hand gripping onto the cutlass on her hip. She looks around slowly at whom is around* *Rathil still seems to be here from the night before. It looks like with the party going on at one point he migrated from the bar to a table and passed out. Although not before changing into the outfit that the woman he met the night before gave him. He is still at the table passed out for the time being.* |
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*Sees the drow and smiles darkly. She walks over and kneels down and whispers in his ear* wakey wakey little elfy.
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*Moaning a little bit, Rathil moves his head around on the table trying to find the energy to lift it up. Through blurry vision he sees the face of the pirate woman again. Finally picks his head up and looks around.*
I must've fallen asleep down here last night. That's a new one |
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And something tells me lad, that it won't be your last. *Pats his shoulders* I thought it took alot for ye kind t' pass out from alcohol. *she sits on the table and crosses her legs* Apparently I was missinformed. *whistles for the bar keep*
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And something tells me lad, that it won't be your last. *Pats his shoulders* I thought it took alot for ye kind t' pass out from alcohol. *she sits on the table and crosses her legs* Apparently I was missinformed. *whistles for the bar keep* What time did I start drinking yesterday? Around midday wasn't it? clear into the morning hours today. I would say it took quite a bit |
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*Kadis Watches the two, still holding his head... he really should've stuck to serving drinks instead of also drinking them.*
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*PFFT* please. Unless ye were drinking explosive proof ye are a light drinker. *Tips his hat down* so tell me elf, why ye in the slums? Girl leave ya?
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*PFFT* please. Unless ye were drinking explosive proof ye are a light drinker. *Tips his hat down* so tell me elf, why ye in the slums? Girl leave ya? *Rathil cracks a smile for the first time since he got here as she describes his drinking abilities.* To be honest I don't ever drink that much, I am surprised I held my own as long as I did. *His demeanor quickly hardens again as the pirate mentions the girl. He lowers his head again and speaks softly* Not exactly, and you wouldn't believe me if I told you. It happened to me and I still don't believe it. The only thing I have to prove to me it wasn't a dream is the inability to use my eye. *As he talks his hand instinctedly moves up to the fresh scar on his face* |
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*Stops his hand* It will be alright elvling. Tha' wound that you don' like is a mark of where you've been not where ye' goin. *leans in and kisses just at the upper tip of the wound* don' let it get ye' down.
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*Rathils demeanor hardens a bit*
It is definately a wound of where I have been, but also where I am going. I'll be damned if I don't hunt down the accursed creatures that did this. *Slams his fist down on the table, almost not even realizing that she is still there his good eye kind of glazes over* They destroyed my home, murdered my friends, *His voice is almost turning to a gritted growl* Took everything I had away from me. If it is the last thing I do they will pay. *Sort of realizing that he has been ranting he comes to a bit* I-I'm sorry. like I said yesterday. I have had a rough week. |
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*Eyes narrow with a sort of evil glee* Its alright. Tell me elf do you have a name or am I going to have to call you.. *sizes him up* ranger?
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Aye, My name is Rathil.
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*Puts her hand out* Cosmina - or Cosmo. Either fit fine.
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*Puts her hand out* Cosmina - or Cosmo. Either fit fine. *Extends his hand out and shakes hers* A pleasure to meet you. Formally anyway |
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Bah nothing formal about meetin people in a bar. Just good rum and people to talk to. So waht is it that you do Mr. Rathil.
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*Starts to respond but then stops himself*
Well, I guess I don't really do anything right now. I hadn't really taken the time to think about what I was going to do. What I can do... *Looks a little defeated* I will probably have to get back to you on that once I figure it out. |
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Well Ratty when you find out let me know. *Stands* I Need to take care of a fwe things. I'll see you later. *she bows slightly and heads out into the night*
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Well Ratty when you find out let me know. *Stands* I Need to take care of a fwe things. I'll see you later. *she bows slightly and heads out into the night* *Rathil pulls his hat down so that the brim of the hat is covering most of his face and as he watches Cosmina leave he allows himself a big grin* Perhaps not everything about this new place is bad afterall, he quietly says to himself *Looks up to the Barkeep* I'll have one of those hills ale |
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