The Tavern
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				Title: <strong>The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 22:37:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tess was comfortable sat in the chair by the fire, her booted feet on the stool watching the flames dance as she sipped on the glass of Amber Dance. She looked around, seemed the regulars where scattered around the tavern, eating, drinking, talking, as was their ilk.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her eyes went to the bar to where Harry was sitting on his stool reading his tome. He looked like a Gnome but Gnomes that came in said he was not one of their kind. He sure looked like a Gnome, same build, same hair and wearing those half moon glasses that despite being half moon actually seemed to hide his eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not that you wanted to look into his eyes, she had done once. She had said something and Harry had not responded so engrossed it seemed in his tome. So she had leaned over and closed the tome, but before she could say anything Harry had looked up and she had seen. What had she seen, even now she was not certain, no eyeball, no colour just two black pits filled with stars and she had felt it, the vast coldness of space.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She had stepped back, Harry had opened the tome and gone back to reading. Nothing had been said, nothing would be said, not on her part anyhow.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then she felt it, the tingle that ran through her body like ants all over her skin. The Tavern had moved shifted itself taking them along for the ride. Curious Tess came to her feet and walked to the door swinging it open.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Warmth and sunlight poured through the opening, the sound of waves and the cries of sea birds. She squinted in the light to make out an expanse of gold sand and waves rolling up it, hissing and then retreating.&nbsp; “Very nice Harry, vacation?&nbsp; “<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Harry looked up and smiled, “Where we need to be.” Then he went back to reading his tome as Tess shrugged and walked outside to take a look.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She found herself on a beach, the sun beat down from a clear blue sky and it was hot. To her left the beach went on curving round and out of sight. To her right she could see a native fishing village, boats drawn up on the beach with men working on them, children playing in the waves. Thatched huts nestled in the shade of the trees. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning around she could see that the tavern doorway had appeared in a large outcrop of rock. Beyond that she could see the trees rising in a green carpet to what appeared to be a volcanic top judging by the occasional wisps of steam. Halfway up she could make out what looked like the vegetation covered ruins of a temple or something like.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 00:25:34</strong>
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				Crystal sat in seclusion in her room finishing her meditative trance the only way she had found that she could relax and recover, as much as Crystal had tried to sleep she had found she never could and had spent many an hour staring at ceilings and tossing and turning in her bed.&nbsp; Crystal did not understand why she had to recover and rest in such a fashion and it troubled her that she did not seam able to rest like other humans and made for some awkward moments in the past. <br><br>She opened her eyes and peered down at the bowl of cold water resting before her on the wood floor, she gently dipped her delicate slender fingers into the small pool and refreshed her face. Standing up and stretching out she moved across the room to wash and cleanse herself before facing the tavern for another day.&nbsp; Slipping into her dress she checked her hair and appearance in her hand mirror before adjusting her jewellery and the signet ring that hung upon a chain about her neck resting above her ample bosom.<br><br>Crystal headed out of her room and gracefully moved down the wooden creaky stairs to make her way into the bar, she wore the same look&nbsp; as usual a neutral mask her features however where far from cold and she was not detached just distant and always observant. She took up an apron from the bar and moved into her place behind the bar she glanced across at Harry and Tess and afforded them each a polite friendly nod.&nbsp; She took to cleaning some of the flagons, tankards and mugs and casually glanced over at the door. Her mind wondered just where they might be now and if it would involve an peril and danger perhaps give her a chance to discover more about who she was and the world.<br><br>Crystal glanced to Harry again wondering if she would be permitted to leave the bar, but as he was the only other present at the bar and Tess was taking in the sights she decided it best to wait. Perhaps she could ask her about it when things where quite or an opportunity presented itself, maybe she would investigate on her break or after work. Crystal had often wondered if she might escape into one of the different places the Tavern visited when she was permitted to leave but the Tavern was all she knew and she never felt the urge not to return yet.<br><br>She smiled weakly at Harry and lined up the cleaned flagons, tankards and mugs on a shelf behind the bar. She wiped at the top with a wet cloth while glancing about and looking for patrons demanding attention or in need of service.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 02:50:08</strong>
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				In my own room, enjoying one of my many books I brought along with me, after my escape from the evil human college. Wanting to get out of there and from the thumbs of my parents, so I did some 'favors' for a few elderly wizards, who pointed me to Harry. Finding him just too adorable, and allowing myself to come into his care and this weird tavern. <br><br>Utterly fascinated at how this entire building can shift locations and allow a exit into another location. Already sent many hours and long nights going over any possible runes on the building and writing lots of notes, for when I get old enough to actually begin starting to understand them. <br><br>Kicking my legs in the air while laying on my bed, reading one of my romantic novels that I have yet to read. The sort of material that I got from the horny boys on campus, as I just find this subject matter so interesting! Enjoying the book while naked, enjoying the feeling of being exposed as much as possible, while I feel the entire building lurch. Feeling the tingle as I gasp out and giggle to myself. <br><br>Slapping down the book and wanting to see where we are now! Taking my time, however, to get on my pretty green dress and black lace boots. Wiggling everything on before putting on my adorable black lace side tie panties, slipping them on and tying the ties on each side of my exposed thighs. Finally all ready while I grab my spellbook, going through my door and sauntering down the stairs. <br><br>Scampering down to the open door and just yelling at how amazing this beach is! Running around and enjoying the nice beach air and the sun, just look all sorts of adorable. 
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				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 02:59:57</strong>
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				Azderal had been sitting in her room sulking as she did day in and day out.&nbsp; It had been three months since he had left and she was still waiting.&nbsp; She knew he wasn't coming back, probably killed by the beast he was hunting, which mean she was once again all alone.&nbsp; She was running out of the money he left her and so wouldn't be able to stay here much longer without making more, but she was useless.&nbsp; She had no skills and she was shy and fearful of strangers.<br><br>She felt the shift of the tavern and so went down stairs.&nbsp; Everyone here had known her for the past three months so she felt comfortable with them.&nbsp; She looked at Harry and shivered.&nbsp; He had always given her the creeps.&nbsp; "Did we move again?" she asked?&nbsp; She had gotten used to it, but every time made her heart sink further as it meant it was less and less likely that if he <strong>was</strong> still alive, it would be almost impossible for him to find her.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 11:08:33</strong>
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				Storm sat at her usual place at the bar, nursing her tankard as well as a chaser. Damn her day had just got fackin’ worse&nbsp; as a couple of princess’s&nbsp; decided to grace this place with there obvious gorgeousness and beauty...they&nbsp; likely didn’t know their arse from their elbow. Still at least they could entertain the men... If they could be called that...most of them looked ...well&nbsp; wax bloody pot sprang to mind. Still things could be worse...she could have lost her booze and still be in the army.<br><br>The scarred woman let out a long and rather unpleasant burp then sniffed in a most impolite manner. “Oi&nbsp; shop...fill ‘er ap...me bastard brain&nbsp; finks me blaady frots been cat.”<br><br>As it was this woman did not really give a rat’s arse about the patrons as long as her tankard was full and she could sleep in her chair. As far as she knew the army thought she was dead and hopefully it would stay that way. Storm knew that bastard officer had it in for her.<br><br>However there was one problem, coin, the woman knew she was fast running out of it and there were only a few ways to earn it, bearing in mind her rather interesting scent and appearance, meant one option was unlikely, especially considering other clientele. <br><br>She scratched the knotted scar that snaked down her head and onto her back and snorted at one of the barmaids in this place. “Do ya know of any buggers ‘irin’ at ve moment lav?” She gestured to the mug for a refill and added a few coins in the hope the woman might offer up some information. As far as Storm was concerned, much as being a City Guard paid the bills it was a fackin’ shitty operation.&nbsp; Being polite was not one of her talents, and thus the woman tended to get herself into trouble with her ‘superiors.<br><br>Another burp slipped ungracefully from Storms mouth as she took in the various customers in the bar.<br><br>(Just an OOC here, a disclaimer anything Storm ever says is IC.)<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 13:08:40</strong>
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				<br>Crystal peered up from her polishing of yet another dirty mug as she noticed the overly excited elven girl bounce across the tavern and head out, she dried of the mug and set it down in the proper place before noticing Azderal she offered a slight not and watched as she conversed with Harry while continuing her bar duties.<br><br>It was not long however before Storm caught Crystal eye and ear and possibly nose and she turned her attention to her and moved gracefully behind the bar to stand before her. She glanced at the empty tankard and picked it up with a delicate hand and turned to refill it from one of the barrels of ale, she swiftly and softly placed the tankard back before Storm careful not to spill it as she nudged it closer across the bar. <br><br>Cystal's eyes wandered over Storm like an inquisitive child with no shame as she regarded and took in the woman wondering at her story and experiences. She was certainly different and an interesting character Crystal smiled a little as Storm spoke once more and she gestured toward Harry and leaned over the bar slightly to speak, with her closeness came the unfamiliar and rare odor of scented soap. Her voice was soft and delicate clear and precise <em>"That fellow over there often has work for those that frequent the establishment."<br></em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Hellion000</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 17:47:38</strong>
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				The half orc had been wandering the limited confines of the inn when the shift happened. <em>'Again?'</em>, he thought to himself as he made his way towards the stairs that would lead him back downstairs. <em>'I hate this...'</em> Shaking his head as he slipped down the stairs, he let a quiet sigh escape his lips.<br><br>A professional sneak thief, Lursk was not a typical example of his breed. Rather than being huge and bulky, loud and boisterous, the half orc was much quieter. His gray skin was tight over lean muscles, and though he was small for his breed, he was nevertheless much larger than the average human. His long white hair was braided and bound back into a collection of tiny coils that wound down his back, and kept his bright blue eyes clear to take in everything around him. His features were brutish and feral looking, as was to be expected given his heritage, and to a large degree he demeanor was what one expected.<br><br>As he stepped from the stairs and entered the common room of the tavern, the half orc automatically assessed the locations and attitudes of everyone in the room. While he wasn't planning on needing to cut throats in this particular bar, one never knew when violence might ensue. He wasn't particularly bright, or even friendly, but the half orc was well schooled in the manner of the streets. He'd grown up hard and violent, having killed his first person- his half brother- at the tender age of ten.<br><br>He'd been in the tavern for some scant few weeks, having made his presence known as the building was shifting away from the glorious city of Greyhawk. He wasn't particularly concerned with returning to his home, and he'd discovered that there was plenty of work and coin to be had by sticking with Harry and his crew. He didn't count any of them as friends per se, but he was willing to work side by side with them for as long as his cut kept coming in.<br><br>He shrugged his shoulders as he strolled across the room, shifting the hidden sheaths he kept strapped to his body at almost all times. Lursk was unarmored, but almost never unarmed. Two knives, well maintained and well used, were close at hand even when he was sleeping, and in his room he kept a locked chest containing his oiled and padded leathers, his two trusty morningstars, spare knives, and his various kits.<br><br>"So, where are we now?" His voice was rough and gravelly, but easy to understand. His tusks were minimal, and didn't interfere with speaking like some of his kin.<br><br>He bellied up to the bar just out of arms' reach of Storm, who he had a healthy respect for. She carried her prowess on her flesh- his people had a saying, 'My scars prove my worth.', and she was clearly worthy indeed. Offering her a flash of grin, he nodded respectfully and then turned his attention to the woman behind the bar.
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 00:31:51</strong>
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				Tess watched the young girl as she danced around the beach and smiled, oh to be that young again. Then she glanced once more up the mountain before walking back into the tavern.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As she walked in she could hear the others talking and replied, “Yes we have moved, to a beach of all places, nice one too, golden sand and clear blue water. There is a fishing village by the look of it up the beach and a overgrown ruin up the mountain.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She walked around and behind the bar, “Harry, what do you reckon fresh fish for tonight?” Harry never even glanced up from his tome, just reached down and opened a drawer pulling out a pouch, which clinked. He tossed the bag down the bar so that it came to stop in front of Crystal. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Fish sounds good to me.” He commented and then continued, “Best take company in case the natives fancy fresh Crystal for their evening meal.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tess smiled to her self, seemed she was not going to get out of preparing the vegetables this time. “Have fun Crystal.” She said over her shoulder as she headed into the kitchen.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 07:58:41</strong>
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				Running around and chasing after any beach critters, thoroughly enjoying myself after spending days in the tavern and my own room, more then happy to get out and enjoy some sunlight and real fun! Already starting to undress, pulling off my green dress on the sand, before then pulling down my panties and putting it on my folded dress. Soon followed by my stockings, then finally placing down my spellbook on top of everything else. <br><br>Giggling and blushing to myself, before I go screaming into the icy water, splashing around and going for a nice relaxing swim! 
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				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 17:01:56</strong>
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				Azderal backed away from the half-orc as he came in, clearly uncomfortable with his presence.&nbsp; She had gotten over being scared of him just a few days before, but she still kept her distance as she did with most men.<br><br>Tess came in and asked if she could go fishing only to be told to take company when she went out.&nbsp; At that note, Az approached her and asked "Can, um, I come too?&nbsp; I think it's about time for me to start trying on my own."&nbsp; After a few seconds, she asked Tess "He's not coming back is he?"&nbsp; She already knew the answer to that but asked anyway.
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 19:53:08</strong>
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				<br>Crystal glanced down at the clinking pouch as it slid to a stop on the bar before her she picked it up with one hand and explained it closely before glancing to Harry and the Tess as she spoke and mentioned her name.&nbsp; She opened the pouch slightly to get some clue of the contents and purpose.<br><br>Puzzled she looked up seaming unfazed by the appearance of the half orc even offering up a friendly nod of acknowledgement if there was on trait that made Crystal a good employee and barmaid it was her unflinching acceptance of others,&nbsp; perhaps she was naive but whatever the cause Crystal seamed to look past race and appearance only seaming more intrigued by things which seamed unfamiliar and different.<br><br>She glanced back to Storm making sure to check that she did not require service and that her tankard was still full before heading over to Harry holding the pouch. <em>"What is this for Harry and why are we here ?"</em> She peered at him curiously as if searching for an answer in which might reveal itself without words.&nbsp; <em>"There is a purpose for us being here perhaps ?" </em>
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 23:48:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Tess stopped and turned looking at Azderal, “I don’t know, maybe he did but the way the Tavern jumps around he may now know where you are now.” She glanced to the door, “I doubt he would think to look for you at the beach.”<br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Harry slid a bookmark into his tome and then closed it before looking at Crystal. “The money is so we can have a nice fish supper. As for why we are here, maybe for a vacation, maybe for something else.” He smiled at Crystal, “Maybe you should go shopping.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Skyflyer enjoyed herself, frolicking and enjoying the warmth of the sun and cool of the water. The water was so clear she could see right down to the bottom. Fish swam, seaweed waved as the current pushed them back and forth. Then a cloud of sand erupted from the sea bad and a figure could be seen rising through the water towards her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A face looked at her, well she could assume it was a face. The features where water bloated, partially eaten with strips of flesh dangling in the water as it swam towards her.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 01:10:15</strong>
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				Looking down and seeing this sand creature come up from the depths. Blinking some to myself before starting to scream like crazy, already swimming as hard as I can back to the shore. Splashing and swimming as hard as my cute naked self can swim, not really caring to stop and look behind me at this point. <br><br>"HHHeeeelllppp me!!!!"<br><br>[12 to swim and getting the nine hells out of there.]
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				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 04:57:47</strong>
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				<br>Crystal nodded and put the pouch of coin in her belt pouch with one final glance at Harry she turned from him and headed out from behind the bar barely reaching the stairs when she heard the distant sounds of distress.&nbsp; She paused at the stairs and turned her head towards the door glancing out at the beach considering if she should go investigate or proceed upstairs to ready herself for the outside world.<br><br>It was a quick decision Crystal turned from the stairs and headed for the tavern door with a more firm pace to her stride but never running.&nbsp; She glanced around once outside trying to determine just what was occurring and what trouble the bouncy elf girl called Skyflyer had gotten herself into.
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				Post by: <strong>bigwad73</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 07:11:00</strong>
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				Trazinian was dosing by the fire when the tavern displaced.&nbsp; He jerked awake, looking around sheepishly.&nbsp; He'd never get used to that.&nbsp; And being a mage didn't seem to help.&nbsp; People seemed to be moving around, and the door seemed to be an goal of some of them, so Traz stood (grabbing his bag) and headed that way.&nbsp; A woman ran out the door, and onto the beach (apparently, from the sand beyond the door) beyond.&nbsp; "Beach.&nbsp; Nice."&nbsp; <br><br>He walked through the doorway, blinking slightly in the brighter light beyond it.&nbsp; "So, are we forming a party?"&nbsp; he asked to the people around the doorway, sizing them up.&nbsp; "Exploring?&nbsp; Treasure hunting?"
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 10:42:51</strong>
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				Storm&nbsp; didn’t really give a shit about bouncy elves or beaches, she did give a shit however that this place was perhaps some sort of magical affair, and the woman had a huge mistrust of anything like that. She had learned the hard was and see the havoc and pain that magic cause.&nbsp; There was only one thing that soldier mistrusted more and that was the bastards that wielded it, like some mini gods...<br><br>The half orc however was far more interesting she tipped an invisible cap as it were to him and offered a smile...or a smile as far she&nbsp; could, for the scar caused it to look more like a sneer. “Awight lav, fancy buyin’ fackin’ poor old soldier a blaady drink.”<br><br>The commotion was still obviously going on, “Fer Facks sake can someone shat that bastard screechin’ ‘arpy ap. I came ‘ere fer a quiet drink. Noffin’ I ‘ate more that drinkin’ time bein’ disturbed. “&nbsp; She cought something then, and spat it on the floor. “Blaady ell that looks like a bit of me lungs.” A chuckle passed her lips then before she returned to the important matter of her booze.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 16:25:21</strong>
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				Az gave Tess a smile that didn't come close to reaching her eyes.&nbsp; She turned to get ready to go out, but then she heard a cry for help.&nbsp; Following everyone else out side, she noticed the young elf running from something.&nbsp; Without saying anything, Az ran back up the stairs to her room to grab her spell pouch as there wasn't any time to grab anything else...not that she was any use otherwise.
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				Post by: <strong>Hellion000</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 18:28:36</strong>
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				Lursk's mouth had been opening to answer the soldier when the yelling began. Sighing, he shook his head and rose to his feet. "Sure thing. Come help me deal with whatever's going on out there, and we'll get a few to throw back, hmm?"<br><br>As he walked towards the door the large half breed's hands seemed almost to blur with motion, and two large and wicked looking knives were suddenly gleaming in his hands. He glanced back over his shoulder at the soldier, and tossed his head towards the door.<br><br>He jinked around the others who were moving and milling about the door, and stepped out into the sunlight. "Damned sun..." Glancing upwards for a moment, he turned his attention to the area around them, his keen eyes searching out other potential problems as he moved towards the beach.<br><br>(( Roll Result: Hellion000 rolled: 1d20<br>Comment: Roll for Lursk The Tavern Spot check.<br>Result: 16, <br>Total: 16 ))
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 23:44:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Skyflyer came out of the water with the Zombie close behind her. But once she was on the beach her lighter weight enabled her to pull away from the Zombie as she ran towards the others.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But the Zombie was not deterred by the sight of the others and continued to purse the fleeing Elf. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Inside the tavern Harry cocked his head to one side, looked thoughtful and then said to no one in particular. “The dead do not lie easy here. Maybe it is here.” Then he opened his tome and went back to reading.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 00:19:02</strong>
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				Still screaming and running back to shore as best as I can, which is quite easy thanks to be very much naked. My wet golden hair shining in the air as I scamper up the beach and back towards my items. Wondering where that nasty thing came from while I reach my items, mainly reaching for my spellbook, since there isn't any time to put on any clothes!<br><br>Feeling bad about leaving behind the rest of my gear and my shortbow, while reading through my spellbook for a good spell. 
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 16:00:00</strong>
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				“Bollocks....facking big fat bollocks, ver is naffin’ mach I ‘ate more van stupid fackin’ girls vat scream because ve blaady know sam poor sap will rescue cause vey ‘ave pert little titties.” Storm sighed then and scratched at the scar on the back of her head.&nbsp; “Actually vere are fack load of fings I ‘ate but today its vat.” This was more said to herself than to the bar.<br><br>However after downing her pint the woman snorted coughed then spat, “Oh sweetcheeks.” Storm called after the half Orc, “That bastard drink better be a sure fing because if not I’ll cat off that ‘andsome ‘head and spit dawn yer froat.” The way she said it one could not be sure if she was joking.<br><br>Storm could still hear the screaming, and it was beginning to grate on her yet more and quite frankly had an idea... she nudged Lursk. “Wanna ‘ave a wager on ve blaady screamer on wevver she makes it to ve bar or dies. Now vat would be worf me leavin’ me drink.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bigwad73</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 23:05:13</strong>
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				The mage chuckled, watching the fleeing woman.&nbsp; "Might as well help her."&nbsp; He spun up a magic missile spell, casting it at the zombie, hoping it would slow it down, or perhaps confuse it--well, as much as you could confuse mindless undead.&nbsp; "Hang on, kid!&nbsp; Help's on the way!" he called out to the running woman, then he cast the spell, targeting the zombie.<br><br>[magic missile, 1st level spell (1 of 3 1'st level spells memorized)<br>auto hit, 1d4+1 damage, rolled a 3, result 4 points of damage to the zombie, um, assuming it's in range, which is 110 feet]
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hellion000</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 16:34:40</strong>
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				The half orc takes his attention off the area around them for only a moment, shooting a wry grin at the scarred warrior as he replies to her, "One zombie and all of us? Of course she's going to make it back to the bar."<br><br>The knives in his hands glitter and flash as he spins the reflexively, and he shakes his head before returning his attention to the area around them. It would be clear that he's not concerned with the zombie at all, "No, a better bet would be how far the zombie gets before being cut down. I say it makes it halfway to the bar."<br><br>The burly rogue's eyes flit over the elf and the zombie as the apparent mage nearby utters mystical words of power and sends bright darts of force ripping into the undead creature. As the impact rips decayed flesh from the approaching creature, Lursk's vestigial tusks are revealed in a sardonic smile. "I wonder where it came from..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 16:55:21</strong>
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				“Your spoilin’&nbsp; va blaady fan ya wanker.”&nbsp; The half or got a kick in the shins in the hope that he would miss. “And you...ya fuck...” that was directed at the mage, “Stick ta pull rabbits aaut of ‘ats, yer sparks will give me a bastard ‘eadach and I am rannin&nbsp; aaut o’ booze which ain’t a good fin. And yer fireworks smell worse van me farts.”<br><br>By&nbsp; now&nbsp; Storm was getting bored, though the thought that even the slight possibility that the princess with the gob would even fall in the mud was a staying point. Damn her oil was back in the in. Now that would have made the odds more intereting.<br><br>“Well I am finkin’ it came from&nbsp; aaunder ve water” there was a chuckle and a cough before the woman continued.”...likely from sam ship or shat aaut of sam monsters fackin' arse. See ver is magic vats fackin’ dangerous...Blaady undead.” It was then the woman pulled out a flask and took a swig, she then offered Lursk it. “We can use vis ta burn it ... later, ‘er if she buys it too.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 18:44:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Az came running down the stairs with her spell pouch on and quickly ran outside to see the carnage.&nbsp; It was a zombie.&nbsp; She was good against zombies; but she had to get in close, which she really didn't want to do.&nbsp; She was no Cleric, but her healing spells were potent.&nbsp; Still she didn't hesitate as she ran toward the naked elf in order to heal any wounds she might have suffered or hold the zombie off, which ever ended up being the most pressing option.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hellion000</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 06:39:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The half orc- apparently the tallest if not strongest member of the party- was almost bowled over by the smaller healer. He scowled as the female ran towards the fleeing elf and the approaching zombie. "Looks like that one doesn't want there to be any fun."<br><br>He glanced over at the scarred up warrior, his glittering eyes amused. "One of these days we'll get a real bet going, and see how things end up, hmm?"<br><br>If the kick to his shins bothered him, he didn't seem to let on. He motioned with one wicked looking knife, then turned his attention to the area around the apparently dimensionally mobile tavern. "You make sure no one out here dies. I'm going to take a peek around the tail end of the building. Where there's one, there's usually more."<br><br>With that, the orc moved off, his posture inclined to offer him as much stealth and protection as he could manage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 07:17:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Crystal stopped a short distance away and watched as arcane energy tore into the zombie she glanced to the fleeing naked elf and back to the zombie.&nbsp; And then she did what perhaps might seam the stupidest of things with undead around, she closed her eyes and forced her concentration into her dreams.&nbsp; Crystal found and focused upon that which she was looking for within her mind and willed it into being picturing the scene within her mind in delicate details.&nbsp; Swiftly an ectoplasmic form moulded and came into being directly in front of the zombie its form a bulky shimmering crystalline humanoid with oversized limbs.<br><br>Crystal opened her eyes to see her creation the construct creature from her mind raising its bulky fists intent on slamming the zombie into the ground. She watched with interest and admired her creation it was crude by her standards but it would serve its purpose well she hoped.&nbsp; She glanced to the elf again and shouted after her <em>"Run ill keep it busy."</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 22:19:57</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The magic missile struck the shambling corpse and it staggered and then began to shake. The shakes grew rapidly until it seemed the zombie would tear its self-apart. Which is exactly what it did. With a popping sound the zombie exploded into four parts showering part of the beach with blood and the parts of its body.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The construct created by Crystal stopped, seemingly confused by the sudden disappearance of its assigned target. For a moment or two there was silence and then from high in the mountains came the sound of drums being beaten. The sand on which the blood had landed began to shift, to heave oddly reminiscent of water boiling.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then where each of the four parts had landed hands appeared and then arms as four new zombies clawed their way out of the sand. Seeing a target the construct attacked the nearest zombie the remaining three zombies continued their pursuit of the elf.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 22:35:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Damn but there was a lot of fucking drama over one bloody zombie, however much Storm hated these things for many reasons, this was more than overkill, and she was more interested in what had brought it here.&nbsp; So the woman sighed and watched on with a somewhat bored expression on her face.<br><br>When the half orc turned to leave and search for more, she nodded, “Call me if yeah need me Sweetcheeks, fer now I’ll watch ve fackin show.” In reality Storm was keeping her eyes open for other events than the unfolding little show. “Remember yeah still owe me a fackin’ drink.”<br><br>With that Storm folded her arms, then unfolded them and started cleaning her nails with a knife. Always watching... Another sigh passed her lips, she would have to remember to give the idiot naked elf one of her special lectures on the idea STUPID KILLS. <br><br>As the new zombies started to claw their way out of the sand Storm readied for combat if she was needed, and she whistled for Sweetcheeks shouting at him to bring her a jug and a candle...” Yes it was a waste of good booze but it would save too many heroics...hopefully...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 23:10:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Az hurried out to the elf uncaring that the young thing was naked.&nbsp; "Are you hurt?" she asked.&nbsp; "You're safe now, the thing's gone."&nbsp; Then the other four zombies came out of the ground and continued after the elf.&nbsp; Azderal jumped in front of the elf and yelled "If you want her, you'll have to go through me!"&nbsp; With that, she cast a spell and waited for the zombies to attack.<br><br>[OOC: Cast 'Cure Light Wounds'<br>Touch Attack: 1d20(8)+0 = 8]
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 23:27:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Screaming all the while and getting more then far enough away and out of safety. Panting to myself from all of that running in the sand, to only turn around and see 4 zombies!? When did this happen and is this my fault!? Not getting the general idea about how things are happening, thanks to the screaming and naked running. <br><br>Panting out some more while pulling out my spellbook, finding the spell I need while partaking of plenty of hand waving and chanting in elvish. <br><br>[Magic Missile!]<br><br>Aiming for the 2 other zombies that are not in the middle of melee, with one bolt going to each of them. The one on the right getting 5 points of damage and the left one getting 3 points. The missiles sailing through the air and nailing their targets without error. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bigwad73</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 01:39:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Traz frowns as he sees the results of his magic missiles, then worse, the other mage using them.&nbsp; "Shit! We need to kill them with one blow, not partially injure them!"&nbsp; He turned and shouted, "People with sharp implements to the front!&nbsp; Strike together, at one enemy at a time!&nbsp; They have some sort of ability to regenerate, like trolls.&nbsp; Say...&nbsp; Who's got fire handy?&nbsp; They may be seriously damaged by fire, like trolls are!&nbsp; And if they are undead, they may be turnable!"<br><br>(Obviously, Trazinian is a bit bossy.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 02:00:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Storm coughed and then spat, continuing to seem relaxed for now, as the would be captain barked out his orders, for fucks sake she had seen his type before. Also she had punched a few,&nbsp; which earned&nbsp; the woman a few more scars across her back. However she was not one to keep her mouth shut.<br><br>“Look Big Gob, why the fack da yeah fink I am blaady askin’ Sweetcheecks ta bring be a jag and bastard candle. I ‘as me booze and trast me it’ll burn the buggers like a dream. Sam of as don’t ‘ave magic.” Storm had a gruff and grizzled tone to her voice and seemed to speak with little respect&nbsp; still this was a woman that had obviously seen action and was certainly unperturbed by what she saw.<br><br>Storm had used this tactic many time before in the past, and it usually worked, sometimes one just had to use practical methods, after all she had never had the luxury of magic...holy or otherwise in her past. <br><br>(If he is bossy Storm is just a grumpy bitch :) )<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hellion000</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 05:31:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The orc rolled his shoulders at being called 'Sweetcheeks', but when he saw what was going on he shelved the brewing complication- for now. He spun on one heel and moved towards the door of the tavern. Darting inside, he looked at the apparent owner and smirked. "Undead coming in. I think they're in the mood for long pig."<br><br>He hustled over to the bar, and grabbed not alcohol, but something even better. Oil, of the goes in the lamps variety. Can't drink that, have mages, may as well get use out of it. Hoisting the small cask up, he tumbled over the bar again, and moved quickly towards the door.<br><br>Just outside the door, he stopped and set the cask of oil down. Looking at the warrior, he punched a hole in the top of the small canister and then he took a deep breath. "This is going to suck. When I get in the middle of those bastards, have someone light it up."<br><br>Lifting the now leaking container of oil, he bellowed out in Common, "Everyone MOVE!"<br><br>Charging towards the creatures, an orcish battle cry rising from his lungs, he ignored everything but getting the very explosive hand portable bomb he'd just made into the midst of the zombies. If people were paying attention life- or what passed for it- was about to get very, very hot for the undead things attacking the bar.<br><br><br>(( Dex check to not trip in the sand while carrying the burden:&nbsp; <br><br>Roll Result: Hellion000 rolled: 1d20, adding 3to the total<br>Comment: Roll for Lursk The Tavern Dex check.<br>Result: 14, <br>Total: 17<br><br>Tumble check to get out of the blast radius (if) when someone makes it go boom:<br><br>Roll Result: Hellion000 rolled: 1d20, adding 8to the total<br>Comment: Roll for Lursk The Tavern Tumble check.<br>Result: 17, <br>Total: 25 ))<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 12:33:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Crystal slowly begun to back away as the creature split into other zombies she relied upon the construct to keep the things busy in could at least knock them down and use its strength to some advantage where she could not.&nbsp; She was not dressed or well prepared for such an occasion however and her mind viewed retreat as the more intelligent tactic now, the Elf seamed to be out of danger and she was sure of the safety of the tavern for now it would at least give her a chance to prepare better. <br><br>She watched with interest and slight confusion as the orcish man ran out into the fray and drove headlong into the zombies wielding a canister of some kind. Strange tactics indeed but perhaps the effects would make the act seam less mad she could not help but think to herself what the undead's reaction may be if they where not mindless creatures.&nbsp; She made quicker her movements heading back for the tavern with idle glances behind to make sure things did not creep up on her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 00:42:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The two zombies struck by the magic missiles reacted the same as the first had. They exploded and in their place eight more Zombies clawed their way out of the sand.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The construct was ripping chunks of the Zombie it was fighting but had not yet destroyed it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Az waited until the zombie reached her and then stepping forward she cast her spell on it. This time with positive energy flowing into it the Zombie collapsed and lay still. The two other Zombies stopped and then lurched towards Az seemingly she had replaced the elf as their target. Both swung, one missed but the other managed to grasp her arm and began to pull her towards it, its mouth opening as it prepared to take a bite.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whilst the others shouted various comments Lursk grabbed a barrel of oil and charged into the midst of the new group of Zombies. Who not that they could see a living being turned and closed in on him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 02:13:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Getting quite distraught over watching more zombies come out of the other zombies that for no reason got hit by certain magic missiles. Feeling a tad bit bad about that, while waching more zombies start to maul the other people of the tavern, while I keep at a nice safe distance. <br><br>Pouting to myself and just being very cute, while watching that big one throw a barrel in the general vicinity of the zombies. I can put two and two together, thank you very much!<br><br>Waving my arms around my drying but still naked self, showing off how flexible and lithe I can be while spellcasting. Finishing my elvish chant and aiming dead center for the barrel. <br><br>[Scorching Ray!]<br><br>(holy nine hells of gruumish, natural 20 on my ranged touch attack. 13 fire damage right in the dead center of the barrel.) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 02:35:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Az yelled at the zombie that grabbed her "Get the hell away from me!" she cried as she tried to push it away from her.&nbsp; It was very unlikely the weak girl would succeed and squinted her eyes in anticipation of being bitten.<br><br>[OOC: Grapple Check: 1d20(5)+0=5]
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 22:31:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Storm cheered after Lursk, even giving him a round of applause, it looked like he could be pretty effective, though that really did not surprise the somewhat scarred and taciturn woman, usually the greenskins were a little ....no they were rather crazy, and that why she liked them. <br><br>As it was there was more to worry about and now was not the time for cheerleading, Storm realised that something had to be done.&nbsp; With some speed she went to find a candle...a lit one at that and then ran in to aid Lursk, with a mouthful of booze, said covered candle in one hand and a sword in the other.<br><br>Usually this woman had a lot to say or at least grumble about...now she was a woman with a mission, dragons had nothing on what she was planning to do. After all what difference was burnt lips and singed eyebrows going to make to her busy social calendar. Anyway this would be a bit of a giggle.<br><br>(Yes she is going to squirt her highly flammable booze from her mouth and light it, and yes she is well aware it might kill her.)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 11:45:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Crystal stopped at the sight of more joining the fray beginning to wonder if the retreat was at all necessary it seamed the bouncy Elf girl had rejoined the action. She glanced around at the sight trying to decide what if anything she could do to help the situation.&nbsp; <br><br>Noticing that Azderal seamed to be in the most need of help and that her construct creation seamed not to multiply the foul undead she concentrated on ordering it to change its tactics and help and protect her instead. It seamed as if the arcane arts where not the weapon to use against these zombies and as others continue to wield its sting to various ends she wondered if anyone else had come to the same conclusion. <em> "Don't fight them with them Arcane arts It seams to only feed there numbers use your arts to protect yourselves only don't direct it at them."</em><br><br>This situation seamed to be spiraling into chaos and Crystal was troubled by the fact that one zombie could cause so much trouble, she could not help but imagine what might happen if such a creature got into a town.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 23:41:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Things happened in a blur as they often do in combat. Lursk having made it to the centre of the zombies, dropped the barrel and headed out. The naked elf sent a beam of light streaking from her to hit the barrel dead centre. With a bang and a whoosh the oil ignited and then sprayed out in all directions.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The mindless zombies made no effort to avoid the flames and then quickly became moving torches as the flames took hold. Lursk however hit the deck and rolled over and over in the sand to extinguish any burning parts.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Az had the both painful and disgusting sensation of the zombie’s teeth as it bit into her arm.&nbsp; (2HP loss. Az seized by zombie who will just keep chewing until she breaks free or the zombie is destroyed.)<br><br>The construct obeying its new instructions stopped destroying the zombie it was with and headed over to protect Az.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Storm heading over with a candle and a mouth full of booze found herself being confronted by the second remaining zombie. She could smell its foul stench as it lumbered towards her arms swinging.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 23:49:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Azderal yelled as the zombie took a bite out of her.&nbsp; She wasn't a stranger to pain, but it was more the shock of being bitten by a zombie that caused her to scream.&nbsp; She tried once more to push him out of the way, but she was weak and could only hope she could muster enough strength the get free.&nbsp; She couldn't cast the spells she needed to stop them if she was being held down.<br><br>[Grapple Check: 1d20(11)+0=11]
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 11:23:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Storm would have grinned at the undead creature in front of her had she not had a mouthful of booze; this really showed her how ridiculous folks that dabbled in the arts were. Just another nail in their coffin and likely one in her own...Well what the fuck it was not like she had not been trying to meet her maker for some time.&nbsp; But for now the fact that she might be ending up coming back as a bloody zombie&nbsp; made her a little more aggressive, and survival mode almost kicked in.<br><br>So Storm let the volatile booze squirt from her mouth in a fountain and then lit it with her candle. Of course she tried to dodge the worse of the burning on herself&nbsp; . She hoped that this would work, in the past Storm knew flames hurt undead&nbsp; and thus this was a way to deal with them, and an amusing way.&nbsp; As it was she did not have a pretty little face to worry about.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bigwad73</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 16:45:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trazinian<br><br>Traz stepped back a bit.&nbsp; Things seemed to be in hand, so he took a look around at the beach.&nbsp; He wondered where they were, scanning the surroundings for any clues...<br><br>[Spot roll at +3, rolled a 6, result 9]<br>[Knowl-Planes roll at +5, rolled a 6, result 11]<br><br>[gah!]<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 12:44:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Crystal headed back into the tavern still believing there was little she could do while so ill dressed and prepared for such things. She swiftly moved to the stairs and headed for her room to fetch her crossbow, cloak and staff there was no time to delay in messing about with armor and so she would be headed back soon enough to see what had become of the situation.<br><br>She did not know what use her weapons would be against things already dead but at least they offered her more options if it came to it. Of course she likely looked a bit daft in her outfit with the weapons specially considering she carried a crossbow with no actual bolts to fire.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 04:23:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing the barrel explode quite nicely, smiling to myself at how awesome I am in arcane spellcasting! Seeing the zombies catch on fire and wander around some more, with the various team mates doing their best to take care of the rest of these vile creatures. <br><br>Wondering what I should do now, with only a few more attack spells left. Pulling out my short bow and just trying my best to take out a random zombie, one of them that isn't currently in melee. <br><br>[attack roll of 19 and dmg of 5.]<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hellion000</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 03:53:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Having contributed to the general mayhem, the half orc chuckled as he paused to look around. Catching sight of the skilled warrior handling her own, the rogue ignored her for a moment, sure that she could take care of things without his assistance.<br><br>Seeing that the scrawny little human girl was in need of aid, he moved towards her. He wasn't particularly concerned with her well being, but... she was the healer. While he felt that she should stand or fall on her own, he wasn't going to be caught wishing he had a cleric type handy when someone's arrow was sticking out of his ribcage. Therefore, the burly thief danced and darted around the melee, working towards approaching the zombie grappling her from behind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 00:13:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Storm lights up her zombie like a candle although she suffers some damage herself in the process. (3HP)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The construct attacks the Zombie holding Az, which promptly releases her and swings back at the construct.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From the direction of the village a group of warriors can be seen heading towards the party. Those in the front carry shields and spears whilst those behind are armed with bows.<br>They are advancing cautiously and making no obvious hostile moves.<br>&nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 03:30:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Now released from the zombie, Az tries to use the advantage of having the thing flanked to cast 'Cure Minor Wounds' on the zombie between her and the crystal golem.&nbsp; Whether it hits or not, she backs away and lets the others finish it off while she prepares to heal those who are hurt.<br><br>((Touch Attack: 1d20(5)+2=7<br>Damage: 4 HP - Will Save vs DC 13 for half damage))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bigwad73</strong> on <strong>15-12-2010, 07:18:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[Assuming my pitiful spot roll can detect a group of warriors approaching unstealthily...]<br><br>Trazinian finishes looking around, and upon seeing the group approaching, he then says, "Hey, we've got company coming.&nbsp; Looks like they have peaceable intentions, though..."<br><br>He'd then go to find one of the destroyed zombies, if enough of them are left to find, that is, and use Knowledge Arcana and Spellcraft to examine it, attempting to find out the magic used to give it its peculiar qualities, and perhaps determine if there's a trail leading back, or an indication of where it was created.<br><br>[Knowledge Arcana--4 rolled, total 13,<br>Spellcraft--13 rolled, total 24]<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 11:48:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh Fack, that fackin’ ‘urt.” Storm continued to curse at the new self inflicted burns on her face, still at least the thing was down and it was an amusing projectile weapon. Still the waste of booze meant that Sweetcheeks would be buying her more than one drink.&nbsp; As well as the idiot girl that had started the whole situation with a need to show off her nakedness to all and sundry.<br><br>Well the zombies appeared to be the least of their problems, it looked like the local pitchfork&nbsp; brigade were stepping out. Not that she had an issue with City guard; after all she had been one in her time.&nbsp; However these buggers looked a little better equipped and that thought&nbsp; worried her...Scapegoats... and you could bet your last gold piece who that would be.<br><br>Of course she could be wrong but Storm had learned such things the hard way. Still she was ready for them.&nbsp; The woman knew how to fight dirty. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 22:19:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The positive magic worked its magic and the zombie collapsed into a heap. As the last zombie went back to the grave the drums from the forest abruptly ceased their pounding.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The warriors approached and then halted a distance from the group. Whilst they where armed there weapons where not ready, in fact many of them being young men they seemed to find the naked elf a most interesting sight.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One of the warriors stepped forward, “I would speak with your leader.”<br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Trazinian examined the zombies and what he finds is somewhat puzzling. Whilst there is necromantic magic there is also divine magic intermingled. But as to exactly what the magic is he cannot determine.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 01:12:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Crystal eventually exited the tavern once more the situation seamed more in hand now and she wondered if perhaps taking her time to don her armor would of been more appropriate.&nbsp; Of course actually pouting on her armor correctly took a lot of time so she would of likely missed more than the end of the fight.&nbsp; She took note of the newcomers and wondered exactly who might speak up or claim to be the leader, Crystal did not think of herself as the leader but she was preparing herself to talk to them if necessary. <br><br>She thought about that whole concept of a leader quite a lot, I mean was there even such a thing where they a group or just individuals who happend to be in the same place at the same time.&nbsp; Perhaps the true leader was the mysterious tavern owner Crystal was unsure if suggesting such would be a good idea however given the mysterious nature of the tavern and its occupants. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 03:56:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally glad that the horror is over, all the while seeing the men come down from the forest looking for a fight. Trying my hardest to look intimidating, before remembering that I am still naked. Taking a while to think things over, before screaming and scampering off to get to my close. Doing a lunging roll towards them, and immediate screaming off back into the multi-dimensional tavern. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bigwad73</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 15:54:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trazinian would capture part of one of the undead's flesh in a glass vial (perhaps left over from holding a spell component), then straighten, and walk back to the main body of the people who came from the tavern.&nbsp; <br><br>He approaches Storm, giving her a nod.&nbsp; She seemed to be someone worth sticking close to--someone who had her wits about her, despite her rough outer appearance.&nbsp; <br><br>He smiled a bit, and nodded off towards the men approaching.&nbsp; "I think they mean you," he told her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 19:05:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Storm still had a face like thunder and worse as the silly bitch ran off. Oh yes that one was going to have to face some shit, pretty faces didn’t bloody work with this veteran. Life expectancy in a group did ...as it was Storm thought this one should be dancing in some bar. However that was another discussion.<br><br>The scarred woman sniffed, her face still sore but her flask even more so. She narrowed her eyes at Trazinian. “I aint no fackin’ leader. ‘ad enaff ov vat. I’ll speak to em vo.” Her accent was stronger with her obvious temper growing.<br><br>“Alwight lads the shows fackin’ over,” a sneer crossed her face, it was almost evil. ” If you don’t get yer ‘ands outa yer fackin’ keckks then I’ll start strippin’” That should scare the hell out of them.<br><br>Storm then turned to t what must be some sort of captain of the guard. “I am no fackin’ leader bat I’ll speak ta ya. So wot can I do ya for Captain. Bat don’t be too bastard long ‘cas I ‘as a few drinks due ta me.”&nbsp; <br><br>The woman got her purse and her flask ready... it usually worked well.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 20:36:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The leader studied Storm before he answered, “We saw no ship arrive and.” He pointed to the door of the tavern, “That has never been there before. So you have great magic and I want to say to you that we have no quarrel with you.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He glanced to the mountain, “We pay the tribute to the Old woman and she leaves us alone. You have clashed with her.” His gaze swept over the now quiet zombies before returning to Storm, “And we ask that you take your battles to the Temple and not near our village.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 22:36:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Listen yah fackin’ arsewipe I am nofing ta do wif that place ‘cept I ‘appened ta ‘ave a drink vere . Now if yeah fink I am sam sort of blaady leader, then yer ‘ead is in yer arse. I don’t give a rats backside ooo I apset all I know is I was ‘avin’ a quiet drink and sam floozy set off them flesh eaters.”<br><br>Storm put her hands on her hips and ground her teeth, she was no shrinking violet “Now ...I ain’t got mach ‘old wif temples wevver veese good folks ‘ave is ver concern. All I know is I got me maaf burned savin’ you a traable.”<br><br>“Point is lav I am too long in ve fackin’ toof.” She coughed and spat on the floor blood mingled with her spittle.&nbsp; “Seems to me most of ‘em&nbsp; are a bunch of idiot adventurers vat want some taste of glory.” And maybe she might have to clip a few ears, that was if she was if she played the stupid card.... and join them&nbsp; Dammit ...with that Storm took a swig of her booze. For now the woman would play the drunk, with a burp and a curse and&nbsp; a breath that would melt steel&nbsp; she wandered off, leaving someone else to play nice. <br><br>First port of call was the idiot elf .<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 02:55:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Azderal looked around.&nbsp; The zombies seemed to be staying down now and she was happy about that.&nbsp; She had a bite on her arm, but it would be healed with a good nights sleep.&nbsp; No use spending more precious healing dealing with superficial wounds, especially if they meet some more of those things.<br><br>She approached Storm as she was talking to the new group.&nbsp; She seemed nervous about them and so stayed hiding behind Storm as storm spoke to them.&nbsp; She did a quick assessment of Storms burns and decided they were no worse then hers.&nbsp; They'd be healed enough not to bother her by tomorrow, especially with the amount of scars on her.&nbsp; They had reminded her of herself before she had received the 'Regeneration' spell.&nbsp; They were different types of scars, but scars all the same.&nbsp; Maybe Azderal would be able to give Storm the same gift she had received one day.<br><br>Az listened to what the warriors had to say.&nbsp; She stayed hidden and protected by Storm while they went back and forth, not saying a word, though the tale brought questions to her mind that begged to be answered.<br><br>As Storm walked away though, it left Az there in front of the men facing her and she got even more self-conscious and scared.&nbsp; She was literally shaking there as she stood there.&nbsp; She nearly took off running after Storm, but she needed to know the answers to her questions and so she stood there hugging herself trying to keep enough strength in her knees not to collapse in tears.&nbsp; "Who...wh..wh...who, um, is the, um, woman...you talk about?" she finally got out, but you could tell it took a lot out of her just to say that much."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 11:55:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Crystal listend and watched the conversation between the men and Storm silently think she was likely the best to handle the situation, sure she did not talk to well in most eyes but that would probably go over well with these men.&nbsp; Her interest increased when they mentioned the Old woman and there words concerning her she suspected that they felt something quite different.&nbsp; Crystal did not like to mix words often or hold back her tongue and she felt the urge to add her own thoughts when Storm was finshed speaking with them.<br><em><br>"The owner of the tavern perhaps has great magic as for those within I find that doubtful, the place seams to delight in traveling from place to place and he only smiles and suggests those inside explore. Perhaps he would be able to answer your questions ? Although I would not advise entering the place if you have a desire to perhaps stay in this world, you may never leave as many of us who dwell within may never return from whence we came."</em><br><br>She smiled slightly and then addressed the issue which at prompted her to speak. <em>"This old woman you mention, you pay her tribute you say ? Would it be more truthful to say that she demands such for your lives and that it is only fear of such that prevents you from opposing her yourselves ?" <br></em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hellion000</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 18:51:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched as Storm dealt with her targets in a decisive fashion, and grinned to himself. The fact that the last of the undead had fallen meant there was little to no fun to be had out here any longer, but...<br><br>The rogue turned his attention to the oncoming group with something approaching curiosity. As they came closer he carefully examined their clothing, their arms, and their equipment. As he examined them, Lursk sort of faded into the background, and began circling them. He wasn't going to assume that there was going to be conflict, but if there was he wanted to be in the best position to maximize his use and damage potential.<br><br>Thankfully enough, the naked and screaming elf helped distract the men from the fact that they were being flanked. Lursk managed to easily enough fade from sight as he circled through the rising smoke coming from the corpses, but the stench definitely made him cough.<br><br>He listened to Storm talk to the strangers in her own particularly pleasant fashion, grinning to himself as he continued to try and clear his lungs of the sooty remains of the undead. As she continued, the half orc rogue shook his head a bit.<br><br>Once she left, he listened to Az and Crystal, frankly amazed at how much information his companions seemed willing to offer complete strangers.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>((Comment: Roll for Lursk The Tavern Hide check.<br>Result: 16, <br>Total: 25<br><br><br>Comment: Roll for Lursk The Tavern Move Silently check.<br>Result: 2, <br>Total: 9))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 12:51:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Storm stomped into the Tavern her slightly burned face still looking like thunder, frankly that female was going to get more than a piece of her mind. “Oi...” The woman shouted out in her gruff and not so dulcet tones, her mood was certainly apparent in her voice as well on her scarred face.<br><br>“Oi ...elf bitch get yer fackin’ arse ‘ere, you and I need ta blaady talk. And get sam bastard clothes on, yeah dirty cow.” She paced in the room and took a swig from her flask, at least that was something she could rely on. It tasted like crap but it hit the spot.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 23:50:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The leader considered what had been said before replying, “She came about four years ago, her and three warriors, said her name was Lena and that she was a historian come to study the ruined temple.” He pointed up the mountain to show where it lay.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He continued, “She went up the mountain and then about a month later one of the warriors came down with a list of supplies. He said we where to give them as tribute, we told him to well basically get lost. He just smiled and said that he would be back the next day. That night the drums sounded and our dead relatives came out of the ground and into the village.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The leader shuddered. “I had buried my mother a month before, having her banging on the door was not a pleasant experience. The next day the warrior returned and we gave him the supplies.” He looked at Crystal, “It is not fear of our lives but that the tribute leaves our relatives peaceful in their graves.<br>Now you have opposed her, destroyed some of her dead I have no idea what will happen next. But what ever it is I would appreciate that you not use our village as your battleground.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 02:26:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Az hugged herself as the tale was told.&nbsp; She didn't like being the center of attention, but she got a worse feeling from the story.&nbsp; Once the leader was finished talking, Azderal backed up slowly straight into Crystal.&nbsp; She quickly slid in behind her still trembling.&nbsp; "I...I...do you think we should do something?" she asked.&nbsp; "I...I'm not good at fighting though.&nbsp; I'll help any way I can."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 04:16:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No where near where the action is, more like back in my room and getting on another pretty green dress. Sighing out to myself and calming down after that horrible ordeal, and wanting nothing to do with zombies ever again! Which does not last long, getting rather bored and wondering what is going on, and why there isn't any screaming. <br><br>Wandering back outside to see the talky talk, watching off to the side and trying to not draw attention. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 11:52:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Crystal listened to what the men said with little noticeable change in her attitude although a slight twinge of a smile did cross her face at the distant sound of storm's rather noticeable voice and tone.&nbsp; <em>"I see well I myself have no intention of turning your villiage into a battleground I assure you, I can't speak for the other occupants of the tavern but I am fairly certain that they will not wish such either." <br></em><br>She glanced at Azderal as she was bumped into curiously regarding her and listening to her words instinctively she softly hugged the trembling woman and glanced her in the eyes with a silent compassionate look.&nbsp; She seamed to consider her words for a time before committing her own words to the matter.&nbsp; <em>"We.. well I suppose we will have to do something now, I am not good at fighting either but it seams together we have emerged the victor today.&nbsp; Perhaps we should do something about this woman who abuses the dead before she decides to do something about us."</em><br><br>Crystal glanced back to the men not quite finished with all she had to say to them. <em>"I cannot promise that the battle would not come to your villiage, I cannot control the actions of this woman and if she is vile enough to raise the dead to her service Id imagine she might make that difficult to avoid.&nbsp; She does not own the dead either she&nbsp; controls and abuses them through vile powers,&nbsp; she has no place to make demands of you or to abuse the dead and make use of them like puppets."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 22:02:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The man half smiled, “On that we can agree, but we are fishermen not really warriors. But if you truly wish to confront her then I can supply you with a guide to the ruins.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He studied Crystal and then her companions considering their apparent capabilities. What ever his thoughts on those he kept to himself content to merely await her reply. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bigwad73</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 04:00:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Traz blinked at the words of the local.&nbsp; This woman they spoke of was a historian?&nbsp; That was an interest of his, too.<br><br>"I'm sorry, sir, but did you say to which god or goddess the temple was dedicated to?&nbsp; And how old are the ruins?&nbsp; Oh, and have you seen her--Lena--at all since then?"<br><br>He noted that the rather rough-edged woman had returned inside.&nbsp; He needed to speak to her--perhaps she was more than she appeared to be.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 10:40:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well it appeared the elf of little brain had decided to ignore her in the Tavern thus she returned outside and stomped right up to her. Much as she might have liked to be a little more private about this. After all it was her sergeant’s etiquette that had stopped her making this public in the first place.<br><br>“Right you...ya fackin stupid little caw what ve fack were ya playin at.” She looked at her one could see how she had received the name Storm from the look in those grey if rather blood shot eyes. “Not only did I ‘ave ta waste sam of me blaady booze, and w drinkin’ time. You...” with that the scarred woman pointed at her in anger, “Ya could ‘ave got a shed load of folks killed jast because ya wanted to flash off to all ve&nbsp; fackin’ men ‘ere. ‘As no one told ya stupid kills.” I ain’t fussed abaat yer sorry skinny little arse. More warried abaat ve ovvers. “ <br><br>Finally she took breath from her tirade and snorted, then coughed up something vile that was spat on the ground. “So next time ya fink abaat rannin’ outside, bloody starkers, use yer ‘ead and sam fackin cloves.&nbsp; Do tryin’ ta get laid in a safer bastard place and don’t get no one ‘urt. Next time ver might not be anyone ta ‘elp ya.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 14:15:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Crystal smiled slightly at the men and bowed slightly in a graceful manner excusing herself from there presence apparently her discusion with them completed,&nbsp; she glanced with a nod too Traz acknowledging his presence and address of the men with a polite nod.&nbsp; She backed away and turned from the men and Traz to take note of the situation between Storm and the elf for a moment before turning to regard Azderal with a concerned look.&nbsp; "<em>Are you unharmed and OK you seam to be rightfully quite shaken up ? Perhaps we should fetch you a drink, I think we all deserve one and perhaps we can gather together and find an answer to this situation."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 08:33:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Azderal stayed with Crystal as they made their way back toward the tavern.&nbsp; On the way, she kept her arms around her as if hugging herself.&nbsp; "I'm...I'm fine." she said when Crystal asked if she was okay.&nbsp; "I...just don't like m...um, strangers." When she was asked if she needed a drink, she just nodded her head, still not looking anyone in the eye.&nbsp; "So um, what do we do about that woman?" she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 17:35:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man looked to the mountain, “The temple was in ruins as far back as people can remember. Some say it was a ruin when we landed on these islands but it is a dark place and we do not go there.”<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He considered, “Some have gone, young men wishing to impress a woman with their bravery, not all returned. Those that did spoke of an atmosphere, that the statues where not of humans and they did not stay long.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As for the woman, we have not seen her since she went to the temple.”<br>&nbsp;<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 14:14:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Crystal looked to Azderal as she pondered her question her pause giving perhaps the impression that she had no idea, She listend to the words of the men still but kept her attention focused on Azderal not wanting to seam to dismiss her. Eventually she nodded slightly at Azderal as if answering some unspoken question she had just imagined herself. <em> "I think that is not for me to decide, or for any of us to decide until we know more but clearly she has rather hostile tendencies and a lack of respect for life and the native populace.&nbsp; I would not imagine that bodes well for her intentions towards us, I would think If I where her I may perhaps see us as a threat.&nbsp; Although I don't really have much on an insight into her mind, but given what we know thus far that seams the most likely reasoning to me."&nbsp; </em><br><br>She smiled to Azderal but her face betrayed her sudden concern and doubt Crystal was unsure of herself and felt uneasy about her ideas about this woman and what intentions she might have. <em> "I..don't really know, it probably be best that we ask the others for there thoughts also and perhaps Harry, I suspect he may know more than he is letting on."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 23:28:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Harry looked up as the group came back into the tavern. Strangely enough drinks had been set up on the bar as if he had know they would be coming in.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He closed the book he was looking at and placed it carefully on the bar top. Then he reached under the bar and produced a cloth, which he began to polish the bar.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 23:31:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fey walks back into the tavern, seeing all of the big folk talk about something unimportant, mostly about ruins and such nonsense. Rather hungry too after all of that screaming and throwing magic at zombies, walking my way up to the bar and asking for a snack. Smiling at the man as best as I can too, all nice and calmed down now that there isn't any danger. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 12:53:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Crystal gave Harry a suspicious look wondering what he was hidding she was sure there must be something he was not telling, she smiled weakly his way before her facade turned back to its usual distant dreamy state.&nbsp; Heading over to the bar she collected a tray and begun to put the drinks on it while glancing over at Harry.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Nice of you to provide a few drinks Harry, will you be joining us in discussion also ?"</em><br><br>She waited for his reply which she felt she already knew and offered a polite smile before heading of with the tray of drinks to find suitable spot for a gathering of minds.&nbsp; She then waited standing holding a pair of flagons and waving over anyone from the group who entered a slight smile cracking her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 21:31:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Harry looked at Crystal and smiled, “If you think an old barkeeper would be of any use to you.” He nodded and then went into the kitchen returning with a plate of food for the Elf. Placing it on the bar top he smiled at her.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I think you made quite an impression on the young men in the village. Hopefully they will sufficiently impressed to come to my bar in search of you.” And like any bar owner Harry knew a full bar made for a full till.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He nodded once more at her and then returned to Crystal. “From what the villagers said I doubt that she will be very happy with you destroying her Undead.” Quite how he had heard the conversation from within was another matter.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Have you thought how you will proceed?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 22:52:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Crystal glanced over at the bar as Harry conversed with her and plied the Elf with food, she almost mistook his comments to the elf as being meant for herself and smiled at the implications he made.&nbsp; <em>"I am sure that they will be queueing up to enter your bar after today."</em><br><br><em>"I am sure you would be of some use Harry, infact I am sure you can be of much more use than you ever let on, you know more about this situation and others than you are letting on I am certain of that.&nbsp; As for the undead and the lady whom sent them I can't say I know for certain how we should proceed yet, but it is clear she poses a threat to any in the area.&nbsp; Specially if all it take to rise her ire is a curious elf with a lack of inhabition."</em><br><br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 03:17:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Azderal walked over and picked up a drink.&nbsp; She took a drink before sitting down, still shaking a little; but rather from fighting the undead or talking to the men was up for grabs.&nbsp; "It's not fair that they suffer because we interfered." she finally said quietly to no one in particular.&nbsp; "We should right this before we go."&nbsp; She then looked back up at Harry and asked "How long do we have before we move on?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 12:32:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Crystal smiled at Azderal and listened to her words seemingly drawn towards her nervousness she peered into her eyes wondering if&nbsp; she might banish the fright or provide some comfort. <em> "Are you OK Azderal ?&nbsp; It was quite a sight outside but it is over for now, I believe we should indeed attempt to put this situation in order too before leaving."</em>&nbsp; She glanced over to Harry as well although she held a slightly more suspicious look as she wondered what he knew and pondered the nature of the tavern once more, it seamed to have its own will as to where it went and when it went there. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>08-02-2011, 23:21:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Harry smiled, “Once what has to be done is done.” His smile seemed to suggest that he enjoyed being cryptic and getting a better answer would probably involve holding his feet to the fire.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Reaching into his pocket he produced what seemed to be a crystal and peered into it before looking up. “I would suggest that those who are going best get going as I would rather the explosions and fire where done up there rather than in the Tavern.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 15:14:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well Storm was really bloody pissed off, and her eyes showed the reason for her name as did her face that looked like thunder. This woman was angry to say the least. As far as she was concerned the elf was insane, and had perception issues. That in itself was not an issue the fact that others could have died was another matter.<br><br>However Storm realised that there would be no speaking to her and thus marched to the bar and ordered a large and very strong drink and demanded it was but on the, was naked females tab.<br><br>With a burp and a far she sat down. If they wanted her to go on a fools errand the ones that were left could ask….if not Storm would get happily pissed. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 12:51:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Crystal regarded those gathered her eyes only briefly glancing to the Elf, she could not quite work out that ones issues she seamed almost oblivious to the world around her.&nbsp; Perhaps she was simply naive regardless Crystal soon ruled out asking for her opinion or input on the matter.&nbsp; It seamed there was no one else who would take the lead, Crystal had hopped that Storm might she certainly had some of the qualities she felt would be useful.&nbsp; After some quite contemplation Crystal glanced to Harry and nodded at him while reaching for the pouch he had given her earlier and hoisting it up as if its nature was in question.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><em><br>"Very well Harry, It seams some of us at least must solve this problem and find some solution.&nbsp; What of this however, why did you give me this ?" </em><br><br>She then turned to the others glancing to Storm and Azderal. <em>"Will you both be wanting to help, Storm if you would I believe you would be best placed as the voice to lead us in any conflict that might arise. I am sure that there will be a suitable reward in it from the bar courtesy of Harry." </em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 23:28:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“An unopened pouch that clinks, what mysteries does it contain. Opened in a bar it may provide coin to buy a drink, opened somewhere else it may provide something completely different but equally as useful.” Harry smiled at her and then went back to wiping the bar. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 01:49:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Azderal watched Crystal as she looked around.&nbsp; Then the girl addressed her and the scarred woman that had been out there to help.&nbsp; Why did Crystal ask her?&nbsp; She couldn't do anything in a fight.&nbsp; She was just a simple healer.&nbsp; But Azderal did give her an answer.&nbsp; "Well, we can't just cause trouble for these people then leave them to deal with it.&nbsp; I guess I have no choice."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 13:45:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Look Princess me fightin’ days are pretty much fackin’ over, and I don’t take responsibility fer stupid sluts, or in fact I don’t take reponsability fer stupidity at all. I ‘ad enough of in ve blaady army.” She sniffed then coughed followed by a globule of mucus and blood.<br><br>“Fer facks sake lav,” her attention was now drawn to Azderal “Ver was no fackin ‘we’ vat caused the problem we didn’t cause naffin’ in fack we stopped a fack load of shite cause by a bleedin’ eejut&nbsp; that would not know ‘er arse from ‘er elbow.” <br><br>I ain’t sayin’ I aint cammin’ bat if I do any fack ap’s and I am aaut of ver. Now who’s buying me a drink…and make it strong.” Storm wiped her nose and sighed. “Now again if …and it is a bastard big if I join, we need ta know what everyone can do….and if anyone ‘as fings vat might cause shite. I don’t want naffin’ camin’ and bitin’ me on ve arse.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 04:13:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Azderal just stood there by Crystal as the big scary woman started talking.&nbsp; She just watched with amusement as the woman continued to complain and just act unruly.<br><br>Then Storm turned to her and started talking directly to her.&nbsp; Azderal didn't under stand a word she said but she knew that the woman was agitated and so she back away, sliding being Crystal to get away from the angry stares of the warrior.&nbsp; She looked back with tear streaked eyes as she trembled against Crystal in fear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 12:55:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Crystal was both intrigued and confused by the pairs interaction and reactions she glanced to Azderal and looked into her eyes searching her face for an answer to the problem.&nbsp; Crystal's hands gently moved to softly pat and offer a reassuring gesture over Azderal's own hands, her eyes where drawn down momentarily as if she questioned the meaning of her own actions Crystal they seamed to come from within some place she had forgoten. <br><br><em>"Azderal you need not fear Storm, she will not harm you she is different from you scarred and worn in battle tired of such things I suspect.&nbsp; We will need someone like her Azderal as we will need you."</em> Crystal's hands departed from Azderal's own and she ran one up gently brushing away her tears with a delicate slender finger frowning slightly at them. <br><br>Crystal smiled as she looked back to Storm her eyes danced over her as she studied the woman. <em>"Where you a Princess once Storm the apple of somebodies eye perhaps ?&nbsp; I am sure your temper and namesake where forged not won with birth, who where you once and what aroused this tempest within you I would love to hear your tale one day if you would share it with me.&nbsp; I cannot tell you much of what I can do storm, you have seen an example of such outside my abilities are still largely a mystery to me as much as is my past or presence here.&nbsp; I will assist however and see that this problem comes to an end and we can all be on our way again, don't you wish to give this old woman a piece of your mind. You have yelled and spat and moreless everyone else about the situation, why not help lead us in battle and direct your anger at the cause that is what I intend." </em><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 02:50:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Azderal started to calm down a little as Crystal tried to comfort her.&nbsp; She still stayed behind Crystal though.&nbsp; Then Crystal spoke to her about Storm being scarred and tired.&nbsp; "At least she had a choice to leave." she said quietly with a hint of anger in her voice.&nbsp; Something flashed in her eyes as she stared down Storm.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 17:44:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I can tell ya samfin I aint never been no baldly Princess, and as fer ve apple of samones eye, well who fackin’ knows. Vats ver past and ver aint no point in getting blaady maudlin’. Tears don’t pay ve rent or fer booze.” She shrugged and took a swig from her flask, coughing a little afterwards.&nbsp; “I can tell ya a caple of tales, but vey aint mine.” <br><br>The woman let out another sigh, “Look lav I did me time, and more, and I don’t want ta be bringing back bodies on me back.” There was a pause, “Look I’ll cam a long but I aint facking chargin’ in and if I give that fackin bitch a piece of me mind I wont ‘ave anyfing left ap ver.” Storm tapped on the side of her head.<br><br>Her attentions were then on the other woman. The angry look seemed to pass over Storm as her feet went onto the table. “No choice….that’s shite,&nbsp; jast take yer head outa yer pretty arse and take the hand ya have been dealt.<br><br>She just had another drink now ignoring the little meeper.<br><br>“So are we leaving? And by ve way any tears and I leave.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 22:39:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Crystal nodded and waited for Storm to finish what she was saying she ushered Azderal to sit at the table and sat herself looking between the two women before glancing to the bar. <em> "I think Storm will be needing another drink Harry." </em><br><br>She looked back to storm <em>"I am sure you haven't ever been a Princess Storm, although I find it hard to believe that nobody may have ever thought such of you. I have never been a Princess to my knowledge either but then I know little about my past, but I would imagine it highly unlikely.&nbsp; We won't be having any bodies to bring back I am sure, I believe we can handle this situation without losing our lives if we work together to solve it we can leave whenever. "&nbsp; </em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 03:51:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Azderal's rage was still in her eyes as she stared down the woman calling herself Storm.&nbsp; "I'm not the one complaining about their life.&nbsp; I would have given my soul to have your life.&nbsp; Gods know I tried."&nbsp; she said as Crystal ushered her to a seat.&nbsp; Once seated, she lowered her eyes and just stared at her twiddling hands on the table while Crystal spoke to Storm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 23:12:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Harry glanced to the door as it opened and a young warrior stepped in carrying a shield and a spear. He looked around, “I have been told to guide you to the temple.” His eyes flickered over those that where there, “Are one of you the leader or are we waiting for him?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 03:24:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Azderal saw the door open and immediately gasped at seeing the man at the door.&nbsp; She quickly looked away and then down at the table again.&nbsp; Then she looked up at Crystal and opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it not saying a word.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 16:11:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Crystal sighed slightly she did not quite understand how she had found herself in this postion or why she felt the need to speak up or take on that role.&nbsp; The idea of leading seamed a strange one to her and she certainly did not consider herself anyones leader but she knew the purpose of it, knew it was necessary sometimes for one guiding voice knew there could be strength in it.&nbsp; She glanced to the man and narrowed her eyes slightly nodding at his statement.<br><br><em>"It would appear that one of us Is, although none of us are him rather I am her. If there must be a leader I am her for this cause, my thanks for your assistance in advance is there anything we should know of the temple or the journey to it before we depart ?"</em><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 15:50:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Storm looked at the man and shrugged, there was no way that she was going to be anything close to a leader, as far as she was concerned she did not even want to be here or doing this crap. However Miss Prissy pants and Princess Mystery seemed adamant. Yes the night was getting worse by the moment.<br><br>“Fackin’ arse, fer fer facks sake…” Storm took another swig of her drink, and then another so it was finished. She looked at Az, “Get her fackin’ arse aaut of yer ‘ ‘and Miss Priss vis is not a bloody pissin’ contest.” <br><br>The veteran looked at the man at the door, “Do we ‘ave time fer one fer ve road lav?” Because as it was Storm thought this would be a journey that needed more than one bottle of the hard stuff. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 23:25:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The man smiled, “The Temple is not that far a few hours away, a track through the jungle and then a bridge over a ravine. However we need to be setting off now, I have no wish to be near it when it goes dark.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He shifted slightly before he continued. “You will know when you get near the temple as the jungle will go quiet, all the animals avoid it. They know it is a place of death and evil ad want no part of it.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he stepped back and glanced up at the sun, “We really must be getting going.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 04:24:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Azderal kept her head down as Storm yelled at her.&nbsp; She did look up at the man as he explained where they would have to go.&nbsp; She didn't like the idea of the animals avoiding it.&nbsp; She opened her mouth to say something to him, but again she said nothing.&nbsp; Instead she turned to Crystal and said "I don't like her.&nbsp; She scares me." but she stood up and quietly got ready to go.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 13:11:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Crystal glanced to Azderal at her words nodding a little. <em>"I think she may feel the same Azderal, but she will be vital if we are to survive I would suggest trying to look past what you see and hear."<br></em><br>Crystal moved away slowly approaching the man she was of course now as ready as she would ever be to go having fetched her most important belongings earlier amidst the chaos of the attacking dead.<br><br><em>"If you will lead us there then we are ready to follow,&nbsp; take us as far as you will and point us in the path of this woman that would abuse the departed so."</em><br><br>Crystal glanced back to the bar before they departed with a slight smile at Harry <em>"Farewell Harry, if we return I will expect some answers to many questions.&nbsp; If you would give Storm a parting gift of grog for the journey I am sure we would be most grateful."<br></em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 23:07:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The guide led through up the mountain along jungle paths, all around them the jungle echoed with the noises of animals. But then it was noticeable that the sounds where slowly dying away.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Stepping out of the jungle the guide stopped and pointed seemingly he did not want to disturb the eerie silence.&nbsp; Across the gorge spanned by a rope ladder stood a pyramid it’s sides over grown with jungle vegetation. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The guide produced a pouch and passed it to Crystal, “Put on fire when ready to come back, produce coloured smoke I will come and guide you back.” His tone suggested that it was not a journey he was expecting to make. Then with a nod he went back into the jungle leaving the three of them alone.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tuckers02</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 02:11:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Azderal did everything she could to stay between Crystal and the guide.&nbsp; She didn't really like the woman called Storm, but it was evident she would rather be closer to her then the man.<br><br>When she saw the pyramid across the gorge, Azderal just stood there looking at it.&nbsp; She didn't like the look of it, nor did she like the look of the rope ladder; but she was resolved to go.<br><br>As the man left Crystal the pouch and left, Azderal just stayed away from the man and took a deep breath when he had left.&nbsp; Once he was gone, she looked at the others.&nbsp; "I don't like the look of that rope bridge.&nbsp; What do you all want to do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Tavern</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabriel</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 18:38:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Crystal let the man go in silence with just a nod of understanding at his statement, he did not seam like the talkative kind and she could conceive nothing of worth to say to him.&nbsp; She peered across the chasm gorge for a time silently thinking to herself and pondering the situation, eventually she turned to Azderal and Storm and spoke briefly.&nbsp; <br><br>"It will serve it's purpose I am sure Azderal, and I mean to cross it it would seam that it is the only route on the path we have chosen."<br><br>Crystal took the initiative and begun to step upon the rope ladder she did not concern herself with looking down instead focused upon the destination, she was sure if she looked down she would falter but felt some deep drive to push aside any fears and make it all seam safe and easy.&nbsp; <br><br>
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