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Post by Jasper Rahamodea on Sept 12, 2002 21:47:41 GMT -5
**The tavern door slams open, and then closed. A dangerous looking man, the size or a half-orc but with elven features, slowly walks towards the bar. He looks around and sees three people sitting at a table. He looks away and orders a drink. His cloak hood is pulled up, so his face is hard to see. His eyes though... His eyes were just so... different. You cuold tell this man had great wisdom by looking in his eyes. Almost as if he were ageless. He has a lute strapped to his back. He doesnt seem charasmatic enough to be a bard, but in these times anything could be. The man slams down the drink and orders another. As he waits he begins sharpening a knife that must have come from his sleeve. **
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Post by Zenith on Sept 20, 2002 22:48:18 GMT -5
*Walks over to the bard* "Greetings, I see your a bard...... Do you know any songs to perhaps cheer up the crowd?"
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Post by Jasper Rahamodea on Sept 22, 2002 18:30:30 GMT -5
*The bard glances over to his approacher with an unpleasent look. He scratches his chin which hasntbeen shaved for atleast a couple of days. In a gruff voice he speaks*
I didnt train for years upon years to earn my strings to perform in the common room of some Inn. I am a court bard. I belong in a palace. I should be performing for a King or Queen right now, not some lowly peasents in some inn.
*The bard downs a drink and cracks his neck once to the left, and then once more to the right. He looks down at the bar in deep thought.*
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Post by elk on May 10, 2004 17:24:09 GMT -5
a hurt young boy in a blue robe walks in with a staf TEXTand sits at a table
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Post by elk on May 10, 2004 17:48:34 GMT -5
some one who looks like a copy of the kid walks in and shoots a magic blast at the kid and sits down at the bar looking at every one
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