Freeform Fantasy RP
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				Title: <strong>Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 14:44:31</strong>
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				Dainya sat at the bar, smiling into her drink. She was celebrating tonight, she'd just stolen a stunning set of rings from a human diplomat in the Empire Gardens district and felt the need for a nice night of debauchery. The Quiver and Scythe was the best remedy for feelings of short term loneliness... even if most of the men were a bit... inappropriate. She'd already fended off a Half-giant, a Dwarf and a Dusk Orc and there was little sign of any of them quitting now. Besides... men seemed to like a challenge. She took the last of her drink and proffered the Halfling-sized tankard in the pretty barmaid's direction.<br><br>"Could I have a refill, please? This is a celebration after all." she laughed and smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shoshana</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 15:08:36</strong>
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				Rob entered the tavern with a slight, cynical smile. The<em> Quiver and Scythe </em> had an unsavory reputation, and he'd been told by his exasperated superior that it was no place for a priest or a healer. But Rob didn't care to be told where he should or shouldn't go. He wasn't breaking any rules by getting himself a decent pint of ale--something none of the respectable establishments seemed capable of offering. <br><br>He set his carcass down at a table near the bar and looked around. He was surprised to see a child hailing a bar maid--but no, that wasn't a child. It was a halfling. No need to search for her parents, then.<br><br>Rob raised his hand at the first bar maid he saw, and pulled out a coin from his haversack to pay for a drink.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 15:10:43</strong>
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				Laura nodded at the diminutive woman and headed back towards the bar, weaving her way expertly through the throng of grasping hands. "Another halfling pint." She said to her brother, who was manning the taps this evening. He rolled his eyes as he filled another of the specially made miniature tankards.<br><br>"Damn little people should drink from real sized mugs." Tupper muttered. <br><br>"I don't know, more trips mean more tips for me." Laura grinned. "Speaking of more, any idea why it's so busy tonight?"<br><br>"Nope." He grunted. Her eldest brother never been cheerful, exactly, and all the people weren't helping his mood. "But speaking of tips, you're going to want to hurry up here." Tupper slapped the mini mug onto Laura's tray and shooed her back in to roiling mass of the common room.<br><br>Another circuit, and one or two orders and pinches later, Laura set the new ale in front of the cheerful halfing, sweeping up the empty in the same motion. "There you go, mistress. Will there be anything else?" Out of the corner of her eye she saw yet another newcomer trying to get her attention - tonight was going to be busy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 15:49:30</strong>
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				Dainya debated paying for the drink, but a single drink does not a celebration make. She smiled and handed the barmaid the seven bits for the drink and a silver coin as a tip. She winked cheekily "Nothing yet, but you'll be the first to know."<br><br>She looked around the tavern, eyeing up the patrons. None were quite right. There was a newcomer, but he was a priest judging by the staff and medallion, and probably had some sort of vow of celibacy going on... but the barmaid looked nice. All smiles and cuteness, despite the busy evening. Perhaps Dainya would make a proposition later. She took a sip of her drink and smiled <em>"Perhaps later..."</em> she thought slyly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 16:05:05</strong>
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				Score! Laura slipped the huge tip into her small pouch on the front of her belt, and curtsied to the little halfling. "If there's anything else you need, mistress. Please, just call." Then, with what she hoped was a professional, yet warm, smile, she shifted back into the hustle and bustle of the crowd - stopping suddenly to a patron collapse to the floor in front of her, and then smoothly hopping over him. A few more twists and she was by the table of the latest newcomer.<br><br>"What can I get you, sir?" Laura may have been on the only girl at the Quiver and Scythe to bother with manners, but she was convinced it kept at least some of the grasping hands away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shoshana</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 16:12:01</strong>
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				"A pint of your best ale, thank you," Rob said, handing the pretty woman enough coin for the drink and a decent tip. "Excuse me," he added, standing up at the sight of the patron collapsed on the floor. "I'd best make sure that fellow is just drunk, and not suffering something else."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 16:24:53</strong>
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				Dainya looked after the girl as she deftly jumped a drunk and took another order, from the priestly chap who proceeded to get up and check the drunk was alright.<br><br>"I'm sure it's a case of one-too-many syndrome." she said, laughing good naturedly as she finished her drink. She really should get a proper tankard, but people did insist on giving small people small servings... except Dwarves, who could drink a Half-giant under the table with nary a problem. She proffered her tankard again rather guiltily, partly because she wanted another drink and partly to ask the barmaid's name... got to start somewhere.<br><br>"May I have another? No bloody half measures this time? she laughed again "What may I call you? My name's Dainya, though most people call me Dai, Ya Oi, or Stop! Thief!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 16:41:06</strong>
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				"One pint, on the way, sir." Laura replied, the man had already turned to help the latest sodden heap. At least some of the patrons were taking care of each other - saved her from having to grab some help to grab him out. Her return journey took her past the halfling, Dainya, again, to retrieve yet another empty mug, ignoring some other yells. High tippers got better service.<br><br>"Laura, mistress." She said politely as ducked her again and made her way back to the bar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shoshana</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 16:49:38</strong>
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				Rob placed his fingers against the collapsed man's throat. His pulse was strong and steady. Good. The eejit was just drunk; his heart hadn't failed him.<br><br>He grinned at the halfling; she had guessed as much. "You're right, Ma'am," he said. "One too many indeed." He heard what she said afterward to the barmaid, though. Was she just joking, or was she actually a thief? Not that he would end up a mark--he had nothing worse stealing.<br><br>He turned back to the drunkard. "Come on, friend," he said, putting his arm around him and hoisting him up, "we can't have you lying here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 16:59:21</strong>
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				Dainya paid and flicked another silver onto the bar, laughing at the man's reply. Laura eh? A name as pretty as it's owner. She wasn't afraid of saying she was a thief, she could name three other patrons who had committed worse crimes than herself just that evening.<br><br>"You can cut that "Mistress" crap out for a start, Laura." she smiled "Just call me any of the aforementioned names. I hate people giving me titles. Normally because they're not particularly flattering, though." she laughed at her own assessment and pulled out her flute, giving it a quick checking before playing some peaceful music for the patrons... she might even get her own tips that night... plus she hoped music might impress Laura... hmmm... Laura...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 17:05:46</strong>
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				Akiranth sliped into The Quiver and Scythe finding a good place to sit away from most other people. She pulled her green cloak tight too her body, feeling nervous about the place being so crowded. Her green eyes dashed around the room wondering beneath her hood.&nbsp; She knew that a tavren would be the best place to get information. She just had to figure out who would be the best person to threaten.&nbsp; Someone around here most know about the Slavers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shoshana</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 17:09:18</strong>
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				Rob managed to get the drunkard settled in a chair toward the back of the table. He patted the man's cheeks until the fellow came to and then Rob made sure to get some water down his throat. The man drank the water down, and then promptly dozed off. Well, that was fine. Let the fellow sleep off the ale.<br><br>Rob returned to his chair in time to hear the halfling admonishing the barmaid for giving her a title. It seemed as if some flirting was going on. Rob snorted as he waited for his ale. Well, he supposed someone should get lucky.<br><br>Much to the distress of his superior, Rob had refused to take a vow of celibacy or chastity. Such vows were not a requirement for his priesthood--although without them, a priest was not likely to advance in the heirarchy. But Rob didn't mind that. He had no patience for the politics of advancement anyway.<br><br>He leaned back in his chair and began to relax as the halfling pulled out a flute. He might not meet the partner of his dreams here, but at least he could enjoy the music. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 18:03:39</strong>
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				Back at the bar, Laura called out the orders, then turned to face the house while Tupper filled it. Packed already, and it was still early. If today's patrons where anywhere near as enthusiastic as they were loud, she'd never have any energy to practice her... ability tonight. Sighing, as she picked up the tray again, the red head swung back out, dropped off drink at each table. Starting with the big tables.<br><br>Another small mug for Dainya. "Sorry miss... Dainya, house policy. But I'm sure you'll do fine with this." She lifted a huge pitcher off the perfectly balanced tray. "Yell when it's getting empty." Then a couple more steps to give the overly helpful priest his ale. <br><br>"House's finest, sir." In other words, exactly the same as what everyone else drank.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 18:08:55</strong>
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				Dainya smiled through her flute and played a short cheerful riff of thanks and she looked at the pitcher. Her eyes drifted to the woman in the green hood in a quiet corner automatically, she was adept at finding people who were trying not to be seen. She nabbed another tankard of normal size from behind the bar and made her way over.<br><br>"Ebn'n, msh..." she took the tankard from her mouth and placed it on the table. "Evenin', miss. It seems to me you was lonely and may want some company, If not then I am happy to take my leave and sit back at the bar." She bowed slightly and smiled, that mischievous twinkle in her eye, telling anyone of particularly good people reading skills that she went in... <em>certain</em> circles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 18:17:47</strong>
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				She stood in the corner ciphering through the nosy chatter of the bar trying to see if she could hear anything of importance. Then she noticed someone coming over to where she was. She cursed inwardly, she thought she would go unnoticed in the crowd. A hand slips fingering one of her daggers as her green eyes study the visitor. <br><br>" If you want company..." She stared to say. " I want information , maybe we could come to some agreement." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 18:20:15</strong>
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				"Eh, company comes and goes, but information's a commodity in this city. What can you offer for information? What information are you after? If I can't tell you now I might be able to find out for you..." She smiled, this was going to be fun. She loved info haggling... also the things people can offer for good information can surprise many people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 18:27:13</strong>
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				She smirked behind her hood.&nbsp; "&nbsp; I need information on the slave ring." She said simply. She didn't need to bring in her personal reasons why. All she needed to know was where the slavers had gone, and then she could gut the bastards responsible.&nbsp; Her hands grasp one of her daggers tightly. " if you tell me, I'll allow you to keep breathing." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 18:31:12</strong>
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				Dainya laughed at that. "Allow me to keep breathing? Listen, you're in a public house I have been frequenting for fifty years, I know most of the people in here by name and I know three of them who have certain combat skills, I myself am pretty skilled in combat and am almost as agile as an elf, also with me being a small target that could be an issue. Listen, a word to the wise... people respond better to politeness and respect than threats and rage." She smiled "Anyway, the slave ring... I do know a few bits and bobs, but I'll need some convincing If I'm going to tell 'ya."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 18:34:40</strong>
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				<em>And then the Paladin walked in,</em> Oren inwardly chuckles as he enters the tavern. Yes, he had the tendency to put himself in as the protagonist of a storybook. An occupational hazard one would say. The man walking in probably stuck out a bit among the crowd as well. Right off the bat one could see that he looked like a male wood elf, albeit one with more body hair and a stronger build. The goatee particularly well trimmed, he begins walking to the bar to get a drink.<br><br>His clothing probably radiated magic like heat to those sensitive to such things, as this was a man who loved his adventures. His sword strapped to his back and his pipes on his belt, he obviously had gone for a "dashing hero with a hint of holy" look and was probably more successful then not.<br><br>And looking over the crowd, he snickers a bit inwardly as well. Some tough faces in there. If he expanded his senses he wondered what evil he would find, but not having a good reason to do so he doesn't try. He does however get a good look around and spots a few other welcome sights.<br><br>The tavern wench. A red haired human woman. He hoped she wasn't a prostitute but only from the point of view of his principles. As a bedroom partner she could be fun.<br><br>The wood elf woman. An intense one from the looks of her. Heh, he knew he looked like a male wood elf for the most part- except maybe the extra body hair and the little nubs of horns. A good conversation starter right there.<br><br>The halfling. He took an extra moment with her, mostly to make sure she was a halfling and not a child. He'd never made that mistake before- thank the gods- but he can see how it can happen. Not bad, and he's enjoyed the occasional halfling before. . .<br><br>He shakes his head a bit as he tries to concentrate on other things long enough to order a drink, barely succeeding.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 18:42:17</strong>
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				Her dark eyes darted across the crowded bar room. She was&nbsp; silent for a moment as if measuring up her&nbsp; odds against&nbsp; the people in the bar. She gripped the dagger hard in her hand. " I&nbsp; think I could handle myself." She said confidently. She had a few coins that she had pocketed from one person or another, but it didn't seem like that was what the women was after. " what would you want?" She asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shoshana</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 18:42:48</strong>
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				Rob rolled his eyes as the new fellow swaggered into the tavern. Yes, the man probably knew his way around a sword. Yes, he was probably a warrior priest or paladin--one man in the 'holy' business could usually tell when another was. And judging by his air of self importance, the bloke was probably on some righteous mission. <br><br>Rob sighed as he took another sip of his ale. If that mission was here, Rob would probably end up patching the bloke back together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 18:54:14</strong>
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				"Ah, now that's not fair... Don't they haggle where you come from? Name a price and I'll see how it fits in with me, after a few guesses I might even give ya a hint. Maybe you can handle yourself, I never said you couldn't, but my advice is to keep a lid on the whole tough thing... people don't appreciate newcomers acting rough, eh?" she smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring fashion. "Don't worry though, I've got all night."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 19:01:23</strong>
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				She frowned. " Haggel ...no . Why would we when the forest gives us everything that we need?" Akiranth sighed, and stayed in a few moments in silence. It was quite possible she might be able to find the slavers without her help. Then again, she might not.&nbsp; She fingered the small pouch of money she had swiped from some one. " I have this." She suggested moving the pouch from her pockets and tossed it at her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 19:03:47</strong>
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				"Do I look like I'm short of money? You calling me poor?" She sounded pretty fearsome, but had to fight to keep a straight face... this was <em>soooo</em> much fun. "You're gonna have to do better than that... muuuuuch better than that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 19:12:04</strong>
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				Akiranth frowned glaring at her. " Listen half pint don't get an attitude with me, I could stab you three times before you could blink. This is my first time doing this, " She thought about what else she had which wasn't much, or anything she would be willing to just give away. Yet for her sister she might. " I have some handcrafted daggers, and poison?" She suggested. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 19:14:17</strong>
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				"I'm set for daggers, thanks and I got a connection in an assassins guild for poison so I'm all good there too. And less of the racism... I might get annoyed, forest imp, or dryad or whatever you are." She almost laughed right there... not everyone shared in her delectable sense of humour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 19:21:58</strong>
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				Well that was all that she had. She continued to glare at the halfling. " well maybe I don't need you help, maybe I can find them on my own." She said. Though she wasn't sure about that. She had been hunting them for a while and they had an annoying way of covering there tracks. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 19:23:41</strong>
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				"Tell ya what... apart from the racial slurs, I like ya... so here's the thing... I'll tell ya what I know, and you repay me with an unspecified favour in the near future? Sound good?" she smiled 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 19:27:16</strong>
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				She stayed quite for a moment. She didn't trust the girl. There was no telling what the outsider would want her to do, and she didn't like oweing people. She had been taught all her life to be self effeicent.&nbsp; " very well" She said with a sigh. " what do you know?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 19:29:28</strong>
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				"Well, they run this market in the docks, in the sewers, yeah? Every Friday they pop in there an' see who they can sell for the best price... whatever ya lookin' for should be there. Well, I'll let ya know when you can pay us back, I'm sure it won't be long..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 19:39:15</strong>
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				She inclined her head. " very well..I'll be around here at least for tonight," She was already thinking about scouting out the docks and sewers to find the best place to launce her attack. She could already taste her vengance. Coming into the crowded tavren had been the right move after all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 19:46:09</strong>
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				Dainya curtsied stiffly, smiling. "I'll let you know as soon as I need something." She headed back to the bar, taking her tankard and the pitcher with her. She settled down and began to play her flute soothingly, both cheerful yet somehow heartbreaking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 20:08:03</strong>
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				Her eyes watch the halfling go, half contemplating if it would have been better just to try and kill her. She looks around at the others in the tavern, content to just listen to the babel of the others for now. Her mind wonder to plots of vengeance. It clouded her mind leaving her less alert then usuall. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 20:23:40</strong>
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				The Paladin taps the bar, looking for a bit of something to drink. Ale? Ale sounds good. And steak, something nice and juicy. He ends up near the halfling, and chuckles a bit. Maybe when he's got the trail dust out of his throat.<br><br>"<strong>Ale and Meat barkeep, if you would be so kind.</strong>" he smiles, spotting the other holy man out of the corner of his eye. Well, respected competition? Could be fun in an entirely different way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 20:28:38</strong>
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				Dainya finishes her haunting melody and stows the flute back in the pouch on her belt, smiling fondly. She did a double take, she'd been so busy getting a good deal from the... woman in the corner that she'd completely blanked the knightly bloke coming in. She took a deep draught of her ale and smiled at the newcomer.<br><br>"Greetings, friend. If ya tip high you get better service round here. Name's Dainya, what may I call you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 20:36:19</strong>
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				"Meat for the gentleman, Laura." Tupper said as she returned from a gauntlet of pinching, grasping and slapping hands. <br><br>"I heard, I'm going." Why were both her sisters off tonight? And where was the other waitress, Tia? Properly upstairs earning an extra 'tip'. Leaving Laura just work for three. Great. Sweeping into the kitchen, she ignored the lewd call from the chef, attacked the hanging hind with a carving knife before transfering the food, as well as a helping of mostly meat free stew, into a cheap wooden bowl and heading back out.<br><br>"Here you go, sir." She said, putting the bowl with a teeny bit too much force. There were at least three other hands up out there trying to get attention. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shoshana</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 20:37:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rob raised his glass at the warrior priest and/or paladin when the man caught his eye. At least the fellow was in one piece so far.<br><br>He leaned back, enjoying the halfling's music once more. At length he took out another coin, stepped over to her table, and said, "Thank you; you have a true talent." He put the coin on the table, nodded again at his fellow holy man, who was nearby, and returned to his seat. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 20:40:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Laura!" Said Dainya with a smile "When does your shift finish?" She took the coin with a smile and a nod of thanks, tossing it to Laura. "For allowing me to play here... some places get tetchy. I'll have something stronger... Orcish Whiskey if you have it please." She put on her best cutesy grin and giggled slightly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 20:58:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura needed two hands and little juggling to catch the coin. She offered a small smile and said, "About an hour after everyone passes out. So... next week some time?" She shrugged. "And don't worry about tetchiness. The boss is out of town tonight, and me brothers in charge. He's not so much with the caring." The red head reached over the bar and pulled up a square edged glass bottle with a murky golden liquid in it, and a small wooden cup that had a rude rune carved into it.<br><br>She unstopped the bottle, grimacing at the smell and poured the better part of two shots into the cup before replacing the bottle. "There you go." With a gentle push, she slid the cup along the slightly warped barcounter, and waited to see the little woman drink it. Anything to get a breather. And more tips. "Braver than me." She added.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 21:03:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dainya tossed two silver across the bar, smiling broadly before taking a swift slug of the liquid. In all fairness she only retched once before regaining her composure. She smiled in a slightly tipsy way, her metabolism couldn't take the strength of the whiskey.<br><br>"Put a string in ya step tha' will." she laughed slightly "Spring even." She looked serious "If you get a break lemme buy ya a drink... You look like ya needs one." she smiled again, pulling out her flute to play a haunting serenade with that cheeky twinkle in her eye.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 21:24:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Maybe one drink. Make the night go faster. What's the harm in that.<br><br>She leaned back over, fished out the whiskey again, and poured herself a small amount - probably half what she had put in Dainya's cup. Picking it up, she saluted the little halfing, and for good measure, the knight beside her. On the other side of the bar, Tupper shook his head as she tilted the cup back.<br><br>Oh. It burned. And what was that taste? Maybe Orcish whiskey was actually made of orcs. Laura didn't have the same tolerance for drinking that the little thief had. She almost doubled over coughing. Wow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 21:28:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dainya felt a strange instinct and vaulted the bar to pat her on the back... actually she could only reach a quarter of a foot above Laura's ass but the sentiment was there.<br><br>"Let it out... Ya may be out of action for a couple of minutes... I thought since ya worked behind a bar ya might have more ova tolerance to the stuff... I'd invite ya to lean on me, bu' ya'd probably knock me over. Sorry..." she looked uncomfortable, feeling guilt... not an emotion she was used to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pandamonium</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 01:25:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It had started to drizzle by the time Ryudo entered the town. He had been walking for a while now and it has been a while since he's had work. Ryudo walked to the door of the tavern. <em>The Quiver and Scythe..Sounds like my kind of place.</em> This would have to be somewhere that could point him in the direction of a job for his kind. He's been walking all day and his sword had began to make him weary. <br><br>He walked in and looked over everyone in the place for a quick second. He smiled and walked to the bar. <br>"Some ale, bread, and meat. If you will, miss"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 01:44:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Faar opened the door of the inn and went inside. She looked around, and was amazed at the number of people drinking and chatting. Smiling, she slowly walked up to the bar, wagging her tail from side to side, trying to overhear conversations.<br><br>She had come to town for the same reason she always did. Faar was looking for adventure, she needed a mission, a quest, someone to send her on an adventure. Inns usually were a good place to make new friends, and find out interesting facts.<br><br>She sat down at the bar and looked around for someone to order a drink from.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyrd</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 02:23:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mathis had finally scrounged up enough coins to get him self a few well deserved drinks. When Mathis entered his Favorite Tavern though, his excitement dissipated as he saw the number of people in the bar. 'Damn! by the slayer of light, I wish I was the only one who came to the Tavern tonight. Since when do they let Elves and Halflings in here. Damn elves and the're arrogance! And halflings can't even hold a sword or string a bow!' Mathis thought to him self as he made his way to the far end of the bar and took a seat. "I should have went hunting tonight" Mathis said under his breath as he leaned his sword up against the side of the bar.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shoshana</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 02:24:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=74429.msg3246095#msg3246095">Quote from: Xanthaine on 05-07-2010, 21:28:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dainya felt a strange instinct and vaulted the bar to pat her on the back... actually she could only reach a quarter of a foot above Laura's ass but the sentiment was there.<br><br>"Let it out... Ya may be out of action for a couple of minutes... I thought since ya worked behind a bar ya might have more ova tolerance to the stuff... I'd invite ya to lean on me, bu' ya'd probably knock me over. Sorry..." she looked uncomfortable, feeling guilt... not an emotion she was used to.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Rob saw what had happened and swore under his breath. A bar maid and a halfling--presumably neither with a head for real liquor. He walked up to the bar, found a pitcher of water and poured a glass for the barmaid. Once the hafling was done ineffectually patting her on the back, he handed to glass over to the barmaid.<br><br>"Here," he said. "This should help with the coughing and it might help clear your head. If the water doesn't work on its own, I'll brew some herbal tea for you."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 02:32:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Akiranth continued to sit in her corner watching as more people came into the tavern. Some of them looked like they might could offer some help, if things came to the worse case scenario, and she needed to rely on someone else. She kept glancing at the halfling expecting her to come over at anytime and pester her for a favor for the information she gave. Back in her home, information was not so pricey. Still She was just content to stand back and people watch for now. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 07:19:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Orcish Whiskey?</strong>" Oren chuckles, both with and at the barmaid.<br><br>"<strong>Yeah, last time I drank that I woke up in the middle of a forest without a stitch of clothing for miles in any direction three days later. Granted, I was trying to keep up with a chief's son which is always a bad idea.</strong>" he snickers.<br><br>"<strong>Toss down some bread. An empty stomach is always a bad idea.</strong>" Oren adds.<br><br>"<strong>Herbal Tea, eh? What's the blend?</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 09:52:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It took a few moments, but eventually the intense burning sensation stopped. Taking a deep breath, Laura stood up, waving away the patting on her back, but gratefully accepting the glass of water. Woo. Orcish Whiskey. What is that about?<br><br>"Sorry, I've never tried that... before." She choked out, sounding husky. "I normally stick to watered down wine. Drinking and not spilling drinks don't really go together." Another patron squeezing in at the bar caught her attention, and she took another gulp of air. "Thank you, I don't think I'll be needing any more help. I just need to keep moving."<br><br>Laura went about filling all the waiting orders - only a little unsteady on her feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 11:15:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dainya hopped over the bar and continued playing her flute, a soft lilting melody she learned from a Shadow Elf a few years back. She should probably abandon the whole 'Laura conquest' thing, evidently she was unresponsive... that didn't matter though, as long as she was alright after the Orcish Whiskey. She looked around for any people who may throw some coin her way. Times were tough for thieves in the city, since the watch had doubled in size since last year and jobs were getting harder to come by. Hopefully busking in bars could sustain her further... at least until the next opportunity could present itself. Her song finished and she took a deep swig of her ale, smiling broadly. She took another quick shifty at the patrons to see if she could get lucky that night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pandamonium</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 14:39:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryudo ate his meal and took a swig of his ale. It was nice being there. It was nice eating again. He could sense some tension in the air as he looked around at all the other travelers. He spotted two or three dark brooding types sitting in the corners. <em>After my meal, I'm gunna have to talk to one of them. They certainly will know where to find some work.</em> He looked at the woman in the back with her hood covering her face, and the man at the end of the bar with a off putting demeanor.<br><br>He noticed the halfling sitting at the bar, making the mood more lively. He noticed the melody she was playing. He heard it once or twice on his travels, after all he's been to many towns and many taverns. He walked over to her, placing his huge sword next to his spot at the bar. "You play quite well." Ryudo tossed her a few coins. He didn't have much else.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 15:14:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ta much, I certainly try. Music soothes the savage beast and all that... I play for spare change, not much work for my... ah... skill set at the moment." She smiled slightly and took another draught of her drink. "People don't appreciate good music so much any more... either that or their intimidated by my massive size." She chucked lightly, grinning into her drink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyrd</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 18:27:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mathis glanced in at annoyance at the Paladin at the bar. 'Paladins, Bah! Glory and coin is all they care about. No honer with this one.' Mathis though to him self as he turned and looked at the halfling. what an irritating little creature. Most likely a thief this one is. Looks like mostly scum in the Tavern tonight. His attention soon turned to the Elf in the drak green cloak. 'Looks like I may be mistaken.'&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 19:20:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Akiranth sighed to step outside and get some air. She moved cautiously pushing herself out of the crowded tavren, and quickly moving her hand to rid someone&nbsp; of thier small puse of money as she did so.&nbsp; It wasn't exactly like she needed it, it was more out of bordem that she stole then anything. She slid out of the Tavren and stood near its entrance getting some fresh air. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 19:32:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Was she? Really?<br><br>The Paladin considers for a moment how to approach this, as the "other" wood elf starts stealing as she heads out the door. And if even he could see it. . .<br><br>He lets her grab his pouch, pretending to not notice as she does it. After she heads out the door, he gets up quickly to follow.<br><br>"<strong>I'm not closing my tab yet, I'll be right back. Just getting air.</strong>" he begins, handing his pipes over to the barkeep as collateral.<br><br>Heading outside himself, he goes to talk to the thief.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 19:43:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Akiranth presses her back against the wall as she watches the paladin walk outside. She tries not to be noticeable. She slides the bag that she stole into her cloak. She didn't recognize him&nbsp; as the person that she stole from, because she really wasn't paying that much attention&nbsp; to who she had grabbed&nbsp; it from. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 19:52:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, perhaps she was a little better at this then he thought. His instinct tells him she's still around, but he doesn't see her right away.<br><br>"<strong>Look, I know you're still around. But you made swipes at stealing god from a priest and a paladin. People don't do that sort of thing in their right mind, so I let you grab mine- so we'd have an excuse to talk. I'm a Paladin of Freedom, and if there's something wrong I'd like to help. But you need to talk to me.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 20:00:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Akiranth stayed pressed against the wall. She didn't know exactly what he was talking about, but apparently paladins were important things. She didn't care, and she wasn't so stupid that she was going to willingly give up her position either.&nbsp; She didn't trust that what he said abut wanting to help was try. Why would he help her? He didn't even know her. Slowly she started to take small steps to get further away from him, sliding her body against the wall. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 20:15:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And the slide gave away a rough idea of where she was. Not perfect, but rough. He pulls his sword out of his scabbard as he heads toward the spot he was sure she'd be.<br><br>"<strong>I don't want to chase you, but I can't let you steal from me- just on principle. You understand? If you try to flee I have to chase you.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 20:25:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wraps her hand around her dagger and moves her other hand to a vile of posion. her eyes look at him calculating, would she have enough time to prepare the blade before he striked.&nbsp; She smirked underneath her hood. <br><br>" you could try, but if I made it past the village to the forest, you would never catch me." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 20:34:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oren smirks right back at that line as her voice helps him narrow down where she is. Holding up his sword, a light begins to shine from it. Not a bright one, but bright enough that her exact position won't be a secret long. And mostly, it's to give her a good view of him.<br><br>"<strong>You have seen me, right? I know you're a wood elf, but so was my mother. And I was raised by them too. If anyone CAN catch you, it's me.<br><br>Or, you know, we could not turn this into a fight scene and talk.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 21:12:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" wood elf...your no true wood elf, or why would be out amongst these outsiders?" She said eyeing him suspiciously. Her hand clutched tightly on her dagger pullling it out from hiding. She wasn't exactly wanting to cause a scene though, as that would bring her unwanted attention. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 21:30:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The light begins to glint across the dagger, and that's all he needs. And probably more then he wants.<br><br>"<strong>You're right, my father wasn't a wood elf. He was a Satyr. And I told you why I'm out here already.<br><br>I'm a Paladin of Freedom. A holy warrior, sworn to combat tyranny and oppression wherever I find it. Whether from a Tyrant's Laws, a Slaver's Whip, or from a Criminal Lord's Grip on the community. I go where the gods see fit. Now, do I need to fight you for my bag back- or are you going to give it back so we can talk this out?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 21:36:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dainya saw the Paladin and the solitary one leave, smiling to herself. She thought about it and stood up, walking out the door for some fresh air. She stepped into the square for a spot of light pilfering. As you do... She works her way around about five people pulling coinpurses and some jewels and other valuables before finding a nice pipe and tobacco. She stands on the other side of the door to the two, smoking quietly. She pretends not to notice them but takes a sideways glance every so often. She loves this city... so much intrigue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 21:38:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her intrest perked as she heard him say something about slavers. She keeps a tight grip on her dagger, but her other hand reaches for the bag that she stole from him. " that depends..." She said thoughtfully.&nbsp; " Palidin,&nbsp; do you combat&nbsp; a lot of slavers?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 21:45:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No, she didn't have a great tolerance for alcohol. Yes, it was ironic considering where she worked. And it was very unusual for her to fail heed to advice of experience; the Orcish Whiskey buzzing in her head would make her regret that, she was sure. Laura shook her head to try shake loose the burn at the back of her throat. Work. There was still work to do.<br><br>She took her tray back out into the roiling mass of customers, ignoring the steely eyed blonde warrior who sat at the main bar and approaching the strange feline woman who sat one stool further down.<br><br>"How-" She cleared her throat. That still came out a little husky. "Sorry, how can I help you, miss?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 21:52:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Every chance I get,</strong>" he smiles, liking where this conversation was going.<br><br>"<strong>I'd call it a religious obligation to actually, except for the fact that I enjoy it so much.</strong>"<br><br>Taking a step closer, holding his sword high but not in a combat stance, he keeps talking. He extends his hand, giving her a place to put his bag.<br><br>"<strong>Why, do you know where some are? I could use some details.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 21:54:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ya'll never get in." said Dainya with a smile, unable to hold it in much longer... the little piece of information she neglected to mention. "'Specially you." She nods towards the Paladin with a smug grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 22:00:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" Towards the docks I was told...theres a certain slave I need to liberate" She had her hand on the bag and was about to give it to the Paladin when she heard the halfling talk. She growled and flicked the dagger in her other hand at her.&nbsp; " what haven't you told me half pint." She growled. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 22:02:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Listen... If you really want to know... I'd stop calling me that. I may get offended."She folded her arms stubbornly, pouting childishly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 22:04:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sighed. Dealling with people was really not something she was good at.&nbsp; " fine...I'm sorry, I won't call you it ever again. Now what do I have to give you know to tell me what your&nbsp; not saying?" She aske frustrated. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 22:07:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dainya pretended to mull it over, taking an agonizingly long time. "Eh, lookit this way, if you was a member of one of the shiftiest organisations in the world d'ya honestly reckon you'd let any so an' so in off the street? Now I ent friends with the slavers, sickening business to be true... But I can get you an' the holy body in there. So long as he looks less like a... well... holy body, get me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 22:10:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>You'd be surprised how charming I can be, when the need arises,</strong>" the Paladin begins.<br><br>"<strong>And usually the gods find a way- but in case that way is you, what would you suggest?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 22:14:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dainya raises her hands and points her thumbs at herself. "Now... I'm a thief... an' it stands to reason that occasionally the shifty groups of the city run in close circles, don't it? So... they know I ent no copper or holy body. So they'll let me an' any passengers I have with me, see? So long as they don't look too copper-ey or holy body... ey. An' don't be getting preachy with me neither, you get me as am or I walk."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 22:18:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Akiranth listened to them talk, but thought she had this thief figured out, and didn't trust her. She didn't seem like the type to just help someone. " and why would you help us..." She asked suspiciously.<br>It was then that she remembered she still had the paladins bag, and she tossed it at him. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 22:21:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd help you for two reasons, number one: mind yer own. Number two: beeswax." Not that she'd say it but she liked this mysterious stranger, and she had a good feel for people. Also, she was no friend of the Slavers, and this group seemed the best way to get the shifty buggers, dragging down the honest crime business in the city. "An' 'eres a thing, ya can often find people lookin' for work in taverns, I'll even put some funds in to pay for the 'elp. 'Ow nice am I?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 22:34:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He catches his bag with a smile at the two women, shuffling it away where it belongs.<br><br>"<strong>You're a gift from the gods, though we should keep the group small. Don't want to bring too much attention to ourselves before we're ready. Granted, when I go after slavers it's usually in the wild.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 22:37:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, It's set then. I'm going back in now, give us a prod when ya ready. I'm goin' to have another drink." And with a jaunty smile and cock of the head she slipped back into the bar, sitting in her usual place and waving for attention. All this plotting makes a girl thirsty.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 22:51:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Akiranth watched as the strange halfling walked back into the tavern. She still was wondering what this would cost her this time. She leaned back against the outside wall, not eager to go back into the crowded tavern. She glanced over at the Paladin curiously.<br><br>" I never seen my kin as a paladin before, what made you leave the forset?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 23:05:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Coming back closer, Oren smiles- appreciating the Wood Elf lass just fine. Ah, the conversation starts. He steps closer to keep her attention.<br><br>"<strong>The Call, really. The Forest I grew up in was part of a land that was technically under human control. The local ruler was fine with leaving us alone as long as we left the humans alone- and that was just fine with us too.<br><br>But then that human fell out of power, and the new one in charge was a member of a church with a very strict view on what constitutes a family. And my mother's husband wasn't my biological father- which that church really, really didn't like. They marked me for death, so I joined the resistance.<br><br>And after that liberation, I just felt like I had to keep going. Like it was my calling.</strong>"<br><br>He smiles, remembering past adventures.<br><br>"<strong>So, what's your story?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 23:14:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				" I stay in the woods, traveling from place to place with my clan. It has everything I need so I never felt the need to leave it." She shrugged. Her green eyes glanced over his body before looking down at the ground. " but some slaving bastards grabbed up some people from my clan....so I had to leave it. At least for a while." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 03:06:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Some people from the clan? More then one? And are they all in this group of slavers or have they been separated?</strong>" Oren asks, feeling his principles override his drive. As disappointing as that situation is sometimes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Freeform Fantasy RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 04:37:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shrugged. " two, but I don't know if they had been separated or even here actually....I've been trying to track the bastards , but there annoying;y god at covering tracks. This thing with the halfling, is the only news I have about them&nbsp; since I started." She said frustration showing in her voice. 
			</dd>
		</dl>
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