... Kerris ... but he ... boats ... Nehrull's ... necromantic types are ... happy to ... A brown-haired human hunched over his stew at the table near the fire...
It is still a few hours until dawn and a light snow falls in the streets of Rel Mord. A bulky dwarven figure wrapped in a strange fur cloak walks through the...
I'll finish this up when I get more time. For now, a rought draft; Enjoy. -Brandon ... Ebon Root whipped through the seven standard motions, his body a fluid...
A man new to the tavern enters, his bent shoulders huddled within his cloak. He orders a glass of mulled wine, and looks for a seat away from the crowds. ...
A large fully cloaked beggar grasping wildflowers in his left hand slowly approached the man that was slumped at the table. In a tone just loud enough for the...
The well armed dwarf in the corner raises an eyebrow at this most recent display, he is obviously lost in thought for the next few moments as he contemplates...
After a moment spent watching the "beggar's" departure, the cleric raises his wine to return the dwarf's salute. "May your axe bite deep and true, friend. My...
"Well then Maxwell, let us drink to your new assignment. May Heironeous watch over you and guide you in all that you do. Let us drink to your future strength...
A stranger walks in... After an evaluating gaze of the inns interior and those present, he slips off his dark greenish/grey greatcloak revealing himself to be...
When the tavern keep brings the young elf his meal the elf pulls out an obviously new arcane tome and begains reading it while picking at his meal. Varthalon...
... "With that kind of service, I wouldn't pay if I were you," says a dark half-elf in darker clothes in the darkest corner in the room. With a sardonic wink,...
... dark ... a sardonic wink, Cyn returns to carving something in the table-top. "Probably true," but I've learned not to expect to much from mere humans, so...
Old Arnford saying,"Opportunity plus instinct makes profit." Uttara packed her leather satchel with the fabric swatches and skeins of silk that she had brought...
... The well-armed dwarf leisurely drinking his ale in a corner... "Sometimes people come, sometimes people go, and sometimes they even sing but you never know...
The door opens as a close cloaked figure enters. Throwing back the hood and opeing it, the grey elf stands and stretches. He is dressed in exotic clothing,...
At first the stranger doesn't move, then replies in elven with equal menace: "Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, Qucalion, ta tuluva a' lle." (Elven: "Don't look for...
An unassuming man enters and holds the door open for Lord Valmont, who boldly struts into the room. He casts a dashing smile at everybody in the room and...
Qucalion listens to his cousin relate his adventures. At the mention of his family, his face darkens and saddens. "The only family that speaks with me is...
Varthalon listens intently and is startled by Qucalion's statement: "Sharaya Kai snuck out of the roy... er. ran away from home? That hasn't hit the rumor...
... about the ... animals. ... would you ... Speaking in mildly accented elven, the human by the fire turns toward the two elves and says "Please pardon the...
... Of course EVERYBODY knows who Lord Valmont is, right? .. sorry, the flurry of strangers walking in got to me ;b Oh, and the 'walking in' is into the 3...
... OOC: There is no list rule that all interaction has to take place in a generic pub. Shawn is absolutely correct that a poster can stage an encounter ...
... [snip!] ... OOC continues: It's been pointed out to me that we're probably also better off not mentioning where in Nyrond that our common room is located....
<OOC> I liked what someone (Shawn?) said about using various settings. Essentially, anytime someone wants to start a new thread, they can set it anywhere. If a...
... "Indeed, mutual respect is a vital portion of any such a pairing and the Hawk is most akin to my personality and preference. Your elven is excellent for a...
... From a position near the kitchen where he had been chatting with a comely young woman, Garrault approaches those involved in the conversation. "Pardon me...
... your ... with the ... asking." <note: dialogue still in elven> The human has a small sheepish smile as he relates the story. "Master Silverglade was camped...
"Sharaya told me that she gave the excuse of visiting friends and instead left the country." A slight smile spreads across Qucalion's face. "Last when we...
Qucalion slowly turns to regard the speaker and raises one eyebrow. "Your elven, is adequate, but your knowledge of the elven people merely shows your ...
... eyebrow. "Your ... merely shows your ... troglodyte has ... <still in elven> "I beg your pardon, but the fact that even your scholars are trained in the...
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