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| Topic: The Green Dragon's Tavern | |
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*runs in an slams the door, stands in front of the door holding it shut. Her breathing is loud an heavy* 
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hunting didnt go to well. someone was following me... not sure what or who it was.  A minotaur perhaps?
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Samwise comes up with a bottle of wine and pours a glass for the gnome. He then sets the bottle next to the glass and smiles. "Enjoy and mayhaps you make another song when you have a chance," the hobbit mentions. He then turns to greet Gloriana. "I do hope your stay is satisfactory. I prepared you some cheese and fruit incase you are hungry," he mentions stepping up on the step ladder to grab a mug.  Thanks Samwise, I sure will
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hunting didnt go to well. someone was following me... not sure what or who it was. A minotaur perhaps? *she starts to pace around* |
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Don't worry Draven's partner is here. His name is Blaide.
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We met earlier this afternoon.
*she looks to Blaide* Would your people come after me? why?! |
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Storyteller note:
Please be so kind and send an email to the following screennames. They haven't visited the tavern too much. They need some encouragement and friendly gestures. Thanks! Lilypetal - High Elvin Sorceress Dragoness - Human Dragonrider lilott - Human Wizard bastet126 - Vampire Necromancer Auryss_Valeria - Pixie Sage 1956Cleo - Gnome Prophetess Miskim323 - Pixie Cleric susansplace moon_lightride62 |
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hunting didnt go to well. someone was following me... not sure what or who it was. A minotaur perhaps? *she starts to pace around* Maybe a Gargoyle?
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*turns back to gnome, walks up to him. Grabs his shoulders an looks into his eyes.*
Do you know who was following me??? *shakes him* answer me!! |
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*turns back to gnome, walks up to him. Grabs his shoulders an looks into his eyes.* Do you know who was following me??? *shakes him* answer me!! NO!! No ,of course not!!
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*pats him on the head*
AH... does anyone know who is in town these days? anyone at all? |
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*pats him on the head* AH... does anyone know who is in town these days? anyone at all?  *sniffle*
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None of my race will attack unprovoked. Unless we are at war with your people. if this creature comes here,, this hammer will Introduce itself to the creatures head.
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I am sorry gnome, didn't mean to frighten you.
*starts to pace again. She can't image who would want to hurt her, she stats to shake with fear. Never in her life has she been this scared* |
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None of my race will attack unprovoked. Unless we are at war with your people. if this creature comes here,, this hammer will Introduce itself to the creatures head.
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Edited by
MirrorMirror
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Wed 06/24/09 01:12 PM
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I am sorry gnome, didn't mean to frighten you. *starts to pace again. She can't image who would want to hurt her, she stats to shake with fear. Never in her life has she been this scared* MirrorMirror accepts your apology.He will now sing a song to help ease your fears, accompanied by his Flute of Goodwill Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear-- Swift be thy flight! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand-- Come, long-sought! When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me?--And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon-- Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night-- Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon! |
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Edited by
smiless
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Wed 06/24/09 01:13 PM
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An odd dark figure enters the tavern. He has a long black cape and a ghostly face. The smell of death fills the room.
His eyes are red and glowing as he takes a seat. **(all vampires know who he is upon first look. It is count Dracula the oldest and most ancient of all vampires)** |
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a odd dark figure enters the tavern. He has a long black cape and a ghostly face. The smell of death fills the room. His eyes are red and glowing as he takes a seat. **(all vampires know who he is upon first look. It is count Dracula the oldest and most ancient of all vampires)**
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*freezes where she stands*
occ- bastet126 her kid was sick. thats why she was not on lately, plans to return soon. |
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*freezes where she stands* occ- bastet126 her kid was sick. thats why she was not on lately, plans to return soon. I hope her child will get better  and we all wait for her return.
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