<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2672388#msg2672388">Quote from: Chloe Milev on 26-01-2010, 03:51:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Entering the tavern and casually ordering a dwarven brandy (nothing but the best at dad's!), Embry asked the barkeep, "So, any news?  Big tips for adventurers on to go?"<br/><br/>Psssh, adventurers.  Just a bunch of thieves sneaking about, their ultimate goal of dracocide and robbing him of a lifetime of accumulated wealth.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The Red Oak is a modest sized tavern, it's tables mostly empty except for a few regulars. The woman behind the counter takes the order.<br/><strong>"I haven't poured Dwarven brandy in a while now."</strong>, the short, older woman replied as she placed the glass down in front of the sorceress.<br/><strong>"Well, the forges have been running hot for days now. No surprise, war is coming."</strong>, the keep speaks as she idly wipes off another glass.<strong>"We've got enough trouble as it is. Some of the patrols have spotted creatures slinking about around the outside of the city wall. If your looking for thrills and coin, Morglum might have a job for you. You may want to split it with a friend, you never know what wanders out there in the dead of night."</strong><br/><br/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2672423#msg2672423">Quote from: The Great Triangle on 26-01-2010, 04:00:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lionel scrutinized the bouncer before handing over his pistol, musket, and rapier, leaving the dagger in his boot just in case.  Lionel never really liked Cayden Cailean, and he knew the god's followers to be occasionally unreliable.  Having taken care of formalities, the Paladin entered the bar, and made his way over looking for a guy who looked like the description he had of "slips."  <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man seems genuine enough. He takes the weapons to another room, quickly returning to his spot by the door.<br/>Looking around the hall, Lionel can see a few cardplayers in the middle of a game. A halfling is with them, and he seems to be winning. No one else here meets the short description provided by Arlia.<br/><br/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2672657#msg2672657">Quote from: Lyell on 26-01-2010, 04:46:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sigmund hmmd and mmd contemplatively as he checked the warrior. He gave pause for the punctures, admiring the precision such blows must have required. <strong>"You're lucky to be alive. Any deeper and some of these would have killed you. Did you," </strong>Sigmund's eye-contact bounced between the warrior's eyes and the not healing injuries, <strong>"sustain these around the same time?"</strong> Sigmund paused for the warrior's answer. Assuming he did, Sigmund would reply would follow <strong>"Because a number of them do not appear to be healing at all.</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Yeah, got jumped by the little bastards. Lilay didn't have any trouble taking the arrows out."</strong>, the man grumbled, a bit impatient.