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Post by Gravein Narmolanya on Jan 11, 2006 9:10:30 GMT -5
::takes mug:: tahnks ::takes a swing and splases the rest in runes face causeing rune to let go:: haha fill me up some one
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Sir Rune
High Council
Warlord of the Legion of the Dragoons and Mittelmarch
I am a Dragoon, We are brothers of the sword, Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust.
Posts: 2,880
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Post by Sir Rune on Jan 11, 2006 9:15:53 GMT -5
oww, i thinks that tasted good. here let me fill ya up *hits gravein over the head with the mug. as he is falling to the floor, ,i fill up the mug again.
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Post by Gravein Narmolanya on Jan 11, 2006 9:18:08 GMT -5
::gets up holding his head:: that hurt you win. lets have a drink. my treat ::buys rune and himself a drink::
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Sir Rune
High Council
Warlord of the Legion of the Dragoons and Mittelmarch
I am a Dragoon, We are brothers of the sword, Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust.
Posts: 2,880
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Post by Sir Rune on Jan 11, 2006 9:19:37 GMT -5
aww, your such a nice guy. almost got me.
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Post by Gravein Narmolanya on Jan 11, 2006 9:24:27 GMT -5
same to ya. so dhugal how ya been bro? you to rune don't feel left out
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Jan 11, 2006 9:42:01 GMT -5
:: Smirks a little seeing lil Sao sip from such a large mug and walks over to thier table::
Nichtmar: Brother, how are you?
::Giving Furey a firm hand shake and Sitting down across from him::
::Nods to Sao::
Nichtmar: Mamm, how is your evening?
::Looking out the broken window::
Nichtmar: Eh Boys will be boys.
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Post by Aidan Furey on Jan 11, 2006 23:21:07 GMT -5
::Seeing to his Fingers with his elvish dagger, Furey looked to Nictmar with serious eyes.::
Furey: I dinnae bout that'un Moi'lad..... Rune is he called? Not much behavior of a Dragoon aye? Nictmar, I will need to call upon a detachment of the Dragoons to help Drive out the gnolls that are settling on the outskirts of the "Thunder Mountains"
::Furey Nods to Sao as a wolf Howls.::
Furey: Their singing to the heavens.... Something will go A-rye this very night.
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Post by Nichtmar the ogre on Jan 12, 2006 8:58:48 GMT -5
::looking to Furey::
Nichtmar: Just call on me, I will be ready. Rune is young, but don't let his foolery sway your judgement, he hits like a mule and will have my back when I ask. But a Dragoon, I'm not sure if he's interested.
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Sir Rune
High Council
Warlord of the Legion of the Dragoons and Mittelmarch
I am a Dragoon, We are brothers of the sword, Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust.
Posts: 2,880
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Post by Sir Rune on Jan 12, 2006 9:22:03 GMT -5
my name mentioned with the dragoons? a dream come true *to furey- sorry bout that there scuffle. How bouts i buy yas a new drink and we make up over it eh. *
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Post by Aidan Furey on Jan 12, 2006 16:53:11 GMT -5
::Looking towards Rune, the grimace on Furey's face was stern.::
Furey: Much Trainin' you'll be subjected to moi'lad... As for a drink.... ahh, I better go with an October Ale... As long as it was last seasons RECKON, Nictmar?
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Jan 13, 2006 7:54:38 GMT -5
::Nods::
Nichtmar: Yes, Make it two.
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Post by Gravein Narmolanya on Jan 13, 2006 8:32:38 GMT -5
::gets up from the bar and walks over to rune:: hey why don't you get me one of those as well
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Sir Rune
High Council
Warlord of the Legion of the Dragoons and Mittelmarch
I am a Dragoon, We are brothers of the sword, Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust.
Posts: 2,880
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Post by Sir Rune on Jan 13, 2006 8:59:23 GMT -5
sure, why not guys.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Jan 13, 2006 10:03:52 GMT -5
Nichtmar: Thanks, Rune.
::Rune returns with the brew and sits with us.::
Nichtmar: So... Am I to understand that you have an intrest in joining the Legion of the Dragoons?
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Sir Rune
High Council
Warlord of the Legion of the Dragoons and Mittelmarch
I am a Dragoon, We are brothers of the sword, Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust.
Posts: 2,880
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Post by Sir Rune on Jan 13, 2006 11:40:22 GMT -5
It would be an honor to fight amungst such fighters that are present in the Legion. I know that i have much to learn, and am willing to put forth all the time and effort neccesary and then some.
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Post by Aidan Furey on Jan 13, 2006 19:52:14 GMT -5
Furey: Burr-aye... There have been strange winds abroad so you may yet have to find the courage to prove yourself, as for us Aethenric, we will stay through out the night... We will be off back to "Kearny" in the morning, Hopefully we will make it to atleast the Plains of Athenry by midday.
::Aidan throws back his head in a long drawn out drink of the October Ale.::
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Jan 20, 2006 7:49:35 GMT -5
:: putting his ale down, looking to Furey::
N: If a few extra men ya require, a few you will have.
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Post by ken on Jul 4, 2006 13:05:37 GMT -5
::Pushes his weight into the door and stumbles into the tavern, limping. Walking to a table in the corner, his hand shifts to hold just a few inches above a short, battered, blood-blackened mace, eyes quickly studying the room. Feeling a few wary eyes on this new vagabond, he quickly becomes aware of the stains on his cloak. Deciding he is easily outmatched, he relaxes the grip on the mace's pommel and slides into a chair in the corner, where he may watch all in the room. Suddenly he snaps out of this near trancelike stance and flashes a warm smile at the host.::
"Madame, your darkest ale, please. And I will pay whatever you ask if there is any fish you might share with so tired a wanderer as myself."
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Post by rave on Jul 4, 2006 15:17:18 GMT -5
walks in:: ourders a beer:: hits the high elf mocking him with the empty mug
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Post by ken on Jul 4, 2006 18:33:23 GMT -5
::Eyes the new arrival warily, sizing him up. Hmm...too soon to tell much about this lad, best to not write him off just yet. But perhaps it is well that he has stolen some of the attention away from this vagabond in the corner. The suspiscions are broken as the hostess brings a steaming fish and tall mug of ale. Taking a (albeit slightly rude) quick sniff of his plate, this gypsy again smiles warmly at his host.::
"This smells delicious, madame, I thank you dearly. And this ale so dark that it would put out a candle; generous thanks for your hospitality. Now, if I may be only a little more trouble, exactly who is that at the table over there...no, not the elf..."
::Catching the gesture of this strange traveller, the ogre across the room suddenly realizes that a finger is pointed his way. Just as the hostess lean forward to speak softly to the gypsy...::
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Jul 7, 2006 6:42:38 GMT -5
::Nichtmar raises an eyebrow at the gesturing in his general direction, with his one hand pouring ale down his throat, the other slowly un-snapping a dagger on his belt, hidden under the table. He eyes the man in the stained cloak.::
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Post by rave on Jul 7, 2006 8:19:54 GMT -5
gets up:: grabs knife:: moves towards oger and offers to buy him a drink:: throws knife at supssicuse man
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Post by ken on Jul 7, 2006 16:28:39 GMT -5
::Quickly eyes the knife and realizes it will miss the target by a few inches. Unfazed by the whizz of the blade, the gypsy pulls the knife out of the wall behind him and picks up the last piece of fish with its point. Swallowing the fish amid a swig of ale, he stabs the knifepoint into the table. Allowing his gaze to fall nonchalantly on the knifethrower...::
"Since you seem so eager to give me utensils to enjoy my meal, perhaps you might also have a spoon you'd be willing to loan and join me for bread pudding? You! Ogre! That dagger will be of little use at my table now that I've eaten my fish, but I'm sure madame would be happy to bring you a spoon for your pudding."
::Coolly eyeing the ogre and his companion, the gypsy produces a handful of hardened black walnut roots and spreads the flora on the table. His hand flies to his belt and unclasps his small mace, in one deft motion twirling it above the table, smashing the roots into dozens of pieces. A larger piece strays to the floor, not missed by the eye of the gypsy. As the tavern hound approaches to inspect its new quarry, the stranger passes the mace through his fingers and twirls it to his belt with slight flair. He grabs the beast by the muzzle just as it begins to sniff the fallen root..."
"No no, dear hound. This is not for you. It is for my companions and I to enjoy. Isn't that right, Ogre? Come, sit with me and enjoy."
::The hostess brings three puddings to the table, with a spoon for each man. The gypsy smiles mischeviously towards her, thanking and dismissing her as he sprinkles the root into each serving.::
"I know it seems a bit odd that I'm bringing my own topping for the pudding...but there are few things that I insist upon doing in a very specific manner, and this is one of them...Now, what is missing..."
::While his right hand played at a small beard and played at pondering, the left quickly withdrew a handful of juniper berries and plopped several into each pudding::
"Ah, well wouldn't you know...a surprise with every meal, eh?" winked the gypsy. "Now, won't you gentleman please join me? Be ye friend or foe, surely we can at least share one last meal together as brothers?"
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Post by rave on Jul 7, 2006 16:44:50 GMT -5
eyes the strange curiously:: takes pudding:: dissides NOT to pull out his glaive, if a fight broke out when Vlaud wasnt there hed be mad at this human/dark elf/ were wolve creater:: orders 3 glassess of ale
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Jul 7, 2006 20:15:48 GMT -5
::Confidently Nichtmar rises from his table, standing over the two and their pudding. Nichtmar flicks the spoon out of the bowl, and grabs the bowl with one hand and gulps it down.::
Looking at the Gypsy, "You talk alot."
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