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| Topic: THE GREEN DRAGON'S INN - part 3 | |
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as i am new in town, is it wise sir to stare at me?
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*Jericho finishes off another mug of brew. He sits there staring off into space for a moment before his head falls forward and hits the bar, passed out* * the giant lifts poor Rathil's head * *Splashes water on his face and opens a small linen bag filled with smelling herbs* There my friend.....you are sober now....you may drink again. *Tries to bat the half giant away as he throws water on his face and puts some strange herb under his nose. The horrible stench opens up his senses and jolts him out of his stupor.* Arghhh!! what is that horrible smell you have? |
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*Phara orders a drink and settles in for what she's sure will be an entertaining evening.* "Boromir, May I have a drink, please." Boromir smiles at the female gnome and serves the drink |
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i have come for a drink, and maybe to look for a new quest. i want no conflict in a peaceful place
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i have come for a drink, and maybe to look for a new quest. i want no conflict in a peaceful place Boromir serves a grand mug of Goblins' Brew to the newcomer. "Welcome to the Green Dragon's Inn!"he says. |
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* the door opens and a dark presents fills the room as Idara the necromancer enters the inn.....she's tired from a long day of communicating with dead souls....she walks over and sits at her normal dim corner table and waits for a hard drink.....her eyes glowing bright from her evil thoughts*
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thanks to you sir
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*Phara thanks Boromir, handing him a gold piece. She the sits back in the shadows, watching and listening*
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Edited by
Rathil_Thads
on
Tue 05/13/08 09:17 PM
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*Rathil enters the inn and tips his hat towards Boromir.*
Time for sleep for you my friend. Have a good night *He sees Jericho sitting at the bar in some sort of half daze. He merely shakes his head and smiles* |
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draven hands the barkeep the gold and sits back to enjoy a drink and think of a good way to find a fight.
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*Idara looks up at Rathil and he knows what she is wondering.....who's gonna serve us now, she needs a drink*
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*Idara looks up at Rathil and he knows what she is wondering.....who's gonna serve us now, she needs a drink* You dear look absolutely miserable and I would bet it is because you have no drink in front of you. *Rathil goes behind the counter and brings her out a drink.* |
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as i am new in town, is it wise sir to stare at me? *Slowly gets up from his chair still sort of bent down* *Grabbing his spiked club* *Electric charges start gleaming from his club and eyes* |
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*Rathil also goes and sets another drink in front of Jericho. Jericho doesn't even seem to process it was Rathil that delivered it. He just takes it and begins to consume the brew*
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*Idara looks up at Rathil and he knows what she is wondering.....who's gonna serve us now, she needs a drink* You dear look absolutely miserable and I would bet it is because you have no drink in front of you. *Rathil goes behind the counter and brings her out a drink.* *Idara shows a little smile out of the corner of her mouth but quickly straightens back up.....she doesn't smile unless she's hurting someone....but yes she is miserable and needs a drink bad....she chugs it down quickly infront of Rathil and asks for another....it's a night to drown sorrows* |
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*Thogeon enters the inn. He looks around and sees a lot of ufamialiar faces. Goes to the bar and sits down.*
"Someone get me a brew." |
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*Jericho finishes off another mug of brew. He sits there staring off into space for a moment before his head falls forward and hits the bar, passed out* * the giant lifts poor Rathil's head * *Splashes water on his face and opens a small linen bag filled with smelling herbs* There my friend.....you are sober now....you may drink again. *Tries to bat the half giant away as he throws water on his face and puts some strange herb under his nose. The horrible stench opens up his senses and jolts him out of his stupor.* Arghhh!! what is that horrible smell you have? on the way here I farted in the bag.... |
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*Idara looks up at Rathil and he knows what she is wondering.....who's gonna serve us now, she needs a drink* You dear look absolutely miserable and I would bet it is because you have no drink in front of you. *Rathil goes behind the counter and brings her out a drink.* *Idara shows a little smile out of the corner of her mouth but quickly straightens back up.....she doesn't smile unless she's hurting someone....but yes she is miserable and needs a drink bad....she chugs it down quickly infront of Rathil and asks for another....it's a night to drown sorrows* I could not agree more *He says as he looks back to Jericho sitting at the bar.* I fear you will have to compete with that one though and he is at least eight drinks ahead of you. *He says with a grin* He snaps his finger and a bottle appears in his hand. He uncorks it and pours her another glass |
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*Thogeon enters the inn. He looks around and sees a lot of ufamialiar faces. Goes to the bar and sits down.* "Someone get me a brew." Of course *Carries him out a brew* |
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Edited by
IamMewhoRU
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Tue 05/13/08 09:28 PM
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*Idara looks up at Rathil and he knows what she is wondering.....who's gonna serve us now, she needs a drink* You dear look absolutely miserable and I would bet it is because you have no drink in front of you. *Rathil goes behind the counter and brings her out a drink.* *Idara shows a little smile out of the corner of her mouth but quickly straightens back up.....she doesn't smile unless she's hurting someone....but yes she is miserable and needs a drink bad....she chugs it down quickly infront of Rathil and asks for another....it's a night to drown sorrows* I could not agree more *He says as he looks back to Jericho sitting at the bar.* I fear you will have to compete with that one though and he is at least eight drinks ahead of you. *He says with a grin* He snaps his finger and a bottle appears in his hand. He uncorks it and pours her another glass I like that....classy Rathil........my friend.....I need another.... *Sets down mug still glaring at strangers* So..........you strangers lookin for a fight or a group to travel with........ *Flaring nostrils-Eyes and club start to glow* |
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