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"Alas, I could not bring any with me. It is forbidden to share our secrets with outlanders. Mayhap one day you shall join me and return to the Forest. Then we shall see who licks whose boots."
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*Raises an eyebrow* Return to the forest with you.. whao i dont know you THAT well. And I dont go for the whole - loin cloth thing.
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*Raises an eyebrow* Return to the forest with you.. whao i dont know you THAT well. And I dont go for the whole - loin cloth thing. "A shame. I, for one, think you'd look quite fetching in a deerskin loincloth." |
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Seashells yes. . . animal skins.. no. *smirks and grabs a bottle of rum for herself*
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*laughs*
"Say, we're all alone here. How about we make our own entertainment? What do you say to a drinking constest?" |
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*Grins evily* Sure. But im not much of a drinker.
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"Not much of a drinker? Why do I get the feeling I'm being hustled here? Anyway, before we begin, what shall we nominate as a prize?"
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Depends, what do you WANT as a prize elf?
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"It has been so long since I slept in a comfortable bed. If I win, you must let me sleep in your bed (with or without you, I'm not fussy, it's the bed I'm after). These are my terms. What are yours?"
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*Tries to hide a laugh and nods* do-able i suppose. If i win.... you. . . must. . . run up and kiss rathil. . . naked *grins and sips her bottle*
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*Goes and grabs a fwe pitchers of elvish wine and brings them over pouring the cups*
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*laughs so hard that wine comes out of his nose*
"Very well. I've never been one to back down from a challenge" |
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Edited by
Icarus_Cloudrunner
on
Mon 05/05/08 07:39 PM
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Round I - Icarus deftly downs his drink with no trouble. One round to him.
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Edited by
Icarus_Cloudrunner
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Mon 05/05/08 07:36 PM
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*Finishes her second glass at the same time as Icarus and smirks wiping her chin* I guess that one is a draw. *Reaches for a new pitcher*
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Round III - Icarus splutters and chokes on the drink, fails the round miserably.
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*Round four is another tie as Icarus regains his drinking speed and finished at the same moment as cosmina. She smiles and takes a breath* Not bad. . .
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*burns half way through her last cup and starts to cough and gag allowing the elf to win the final round*
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Edited by
EveningKiss
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Mon 05/05/08 07:43 PM
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*continues to cough*
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*Runs a victory lap around the tavern floor*
"I DON'T HAVE TO KISS RATHILL!! WHOO-HOOOOO!!!!" |
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