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Re: A soulless night.
By: guest15 Date: February 29, 2016, 4:47 am
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"Jimmy! You son of a whor-" He blinked as he heard the bag thud
down, turning with a slight glazed look to his face as he was
asked about pie. A moment or two passes before the question is
finally registered fully.
"She asked about pie Ast. Oh aye. Yeah she did. Pie!" He
exclaims, the cogs of his inner workings turning to try and
produce an answer. Eventually he comes up with a reply.
"Maybe!" Ast announces happily. Giving a curt nod after, he
turns somewhat to face the new comer.
"Ya'll 'ave to ask Jimmy, if he's about. That elven bar tender
there is a new'un I reckon, probably don't even know a broad
from a bastard." Pointing toward the current tender, he cackles
heartily.
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Re: A soulless night.
By: guest5 Date: February 29, 2016, 5:36 am
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Willow couldn't help but giggle at the old warrior's reply, he
seemed friendly enough for her to relax just a little as she
scrambled onto a bar stool, her pale clawed hands resting gently
upon her leather bag.
"Willow hopes they have blackberry pie...it is Willow's
favourite...but apple...or gooseberry is just as nice" Willow
answered with a grin, ears twitching with excitement remembering
the last time she had eaten a really good pie was weeks ago, an
apple and blackcurrant 'liberated' from a farmhouse kitchen
window sill. "Willow is pleased to meet old soldier..."
#Post#: 1257--------------------------------------------------
Re: A soulless night.
By: guest35 Date: February 29, 2016, 9:02 am
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He was tired of waiting. His brother's hollering and hawing was
getting them no-where fast and Orwaith had a thirst to quench.
He would simply have to ask the elf for a drink. Getting to his
feet Orwaith grumbled and strode over to stand next to his
brother, woflskin cloak furling about him as he came to a halt.
Beneath the leather jerkin glinted half-tarnished chainmail,
about his torso the straps and buckles of his harness. A sword
hung sheathed over his back, a warhammer in its leather hoop at
his hip. He spared the youngling on the stool not even a cursory
glance. It didn't rate his interest. Waving the barman over he
orderd the same again and then returned to his chair by the fire
with a gruff "he's paying" and a jerk of the thumb in
Astandord's direction. Settling once again by the fire, Orwaith
wrapped his cloak about his frame and took up his pipe once
more, the blue-grey smoke again curling about him and rising to
float up towards the ceiling.
His position regained, Orwaith rummaged through his pouch. After
several brief moments he retrieved the searched-for item. A
puzzle-box of Korrish design. For many years he had attempted
and failed to open it, and many a night he could be seen trying
to figure out the combination to unlock the thing. Once more he
began his labours, sliding the little tiles this way and that,
his brain doing its best to work out the alien combination. For
all his dwarven lore-craft, the puzzles they had created in the
ancient days of their race confounded and irritated him beyond
end. Orwaith, however, was nothing if not persistent.
#Post#: 1258--------------------------------------------------
Re: A soulless night.
By: guest15 Date: February 29, 2016, 11:11 am
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A lone finger rose up to display itself in Orwaith's general
direction - Astandords middle finger, specifically. He gives a
quick shout over while Orwaith begins working the puzzle. "Up
yours 'n all ya prick."
He smirks as he speaks - merely jesting with his remark and
action, not meaning any offence. He turns to look back to
Willow, fishing around his bandolier for his coins. "Name's
Astandord, that there is me brother behind us. Orwaith. We like
pie too." He grins, finally finding enough silver to pay the
elven bar man for his troubles.
"Steak and ale pie is th' best overall, but a bit of blackberry
is just as good if ya want tha' for ya' afters."
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Re: A soulless night.
By: guest5 Date: February 29, 2016, 11:41 am
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"Willow would like steak and ale pie too" Willow grinned at the
man, she saw no offence at his rough manner or gesture towards
his brother, her brother Rubin teased her just the same but he
was gone and this was the reason she had left her woodland home.
Willow opened her huge bag, rummaging through all kinds of
deposited objects including several bottles, bones and rolls of
bandages until she found several gold coins. "Will this pay for
pie and a bed for Willow?" she asked the soldier with a frown.
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Re: A soulless night.
By: guest15 Date: February 29, 2016, 1:53 pm
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He watched with a raised eyebrow above his lone right eye, the
eyepatch covering whatever was left of his left socket. As she
retrieved the gold, he nodded.
"Oh aye, that'll get you both no problem, and then some. Don't
forget to warn 'er Ast. Oh aye. Yeah. Don't go wavin' that lot
around though, dunno who's about these parts love." Astandord
took a hearty gulping from his flagon, downing at least a half
in one swift movement, his lips glistening with the mead. He
placed the drink down and leant back onto the bar, hand held
casually to rest against the hilt of his sword in it's sheath.
"Where 'bouts ya from lass?"
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Re: A soulless night.
By: guest5 Date: March 2, 2016, 2:03 pm
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Willow looked at the man for a moment, musing upon his warning
then nodded silently as she returned the gold back into the
depths of her huge leather bag. She understood too well that
outside of her quiet woods there were many unsavoury souls
lurking in the shadows to steal what little 'gold' she had and
so hiding it was only being careful. "Willow thanks you for your
kindness" Willow smiled at him with a shaky of her head, sending
the trinkets and bells woven into her wild hair to sound softly
around the tavern.
"Willow is from the forest, far away...I do not know by that
name you would call it but Willow knows it is five days by foot
from this tavern" the foxling replied, hoping the man would
understand her.
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Re: A soulless night.
By: guest15 Date: March 3, 2016, 3:51 am
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"That's called 'too far away to walk unless ya're gettin' paid."
He says while nodding knowingly. By now, the previously ordered
alcohol arrives to which Astandord pays for. Taking a flagon
into each hand he gives his thanks to the elven bar tender,
before contuing to talk to Willow.
"Don't see many of y'er kind around these parts. Good to get
some variety. Aye. Gonna go give this to me brother, feel free
to join."
With a sincere smile, he turns and walks over to Orwaith,
extending the drink to him.
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Re: A soulless night.
By: guest35 Date: March 3, 2016, 6:54 am
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"About bloody time."
Orwaith pauses his puzzling to accept the offered drink, then
returns to his attempts to open the puzzle-box, his eyes darting
over the runes. His pipe smoulders peacefully between his lips.
"When'd they hire a knife-ear to tend bar? Surprised Jim isn't
about."
Casting his gaze towards his brother, Orwaith pauses in his
work. He thumbs some grit out of the corner of one of an eye and
exhales a plume of aromatic smoke. He then returns to the little
box, turning it over and over in his hands as his thumbs push
the tiles this way and that.
#Post#: 1264--------------------------------------------------
Re: A soulless night.
By: guest15 Date: March 3, 2016, 12:30 pm
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"I 'unno." Astandord says gruffly, with a short shrug. He moves
to lean against the fireplace, taking a brisk few gulps of the
mead, punctuating the devourment with a relaxed sigh.
"When are you just going to call it quits with that bloody
thing?"
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