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Post by lerque on Sept 8, 2014 16:48:08 GMT -6
On a wet rainy night, thunder screaming from the distance. A short Elf like man wanders into the Inn. His blue hood drips as he takes it off in some hope to get warm. His green hair long and flowing freely, one side is braded. His eyes tho are fully white, no colour at all. He heads towards the barkeep looking around at all the new faces. "Hey barkeep, I might not have any money but may I play for a room?"
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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Sept 25, 2014 22:44:39 GMT -6
The tavern was dull. Not because it wasn't busy, which it was. The thunder and rain had driven hoards of people into the tavern for shelter, and nearly every table was taken. However, noise was merely a muted roar, rather than the excited bellowing of most days. The weather seemed not to have only dampened people's cloths and furs, but also their moods as well. Aalis hadn't been outside at all however, so she wasn't quite as gloomy as the rest. Her shift on the bar was going very smoothly, and she hummed to herself as she lightly moved around, cleaning as she went. It was a dance really, with her skirts swirling after her, and she got quite lost and distracted in it. She was almost startled when someone came up to the bar.
Aalis furrowed her eyebrows at the stranger in curious confusion. "What do you mean by 'play' for a room...?" She knew that her answer should automatically be 'no', however, anything of the arts always caught her attention.
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Post by lerque on Sept 26, 2014 12:50:00 GMT -6
Lerque gave a smile as he set his bag down to pull out a violin. "Well I am far from home and short coin. Also you seem stocked so it might avoid a riot." The violin would catch you attention because the wood looked thicker and it had 10 strings. "Even if you say no I will play for myself. Might get enough tips." He walks to the stage and starts playing.
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Post by Aalis Fairclaw on Oct 2, 2014 10:42:26 GMT -6
Aalis watched for a while. It was entrancing, especially since she didn't see very many preformers come in and out of the tavern. Nevermind ones that took it upon themselves to randomly preform. She watched as people around the room paused their brooding to look up and watch. It made her smile to see how a little bit of bardic charm could still make dozens of strangers' days better, even if only a little.
Someone walked up to the bar, and Aalis realized that she had been slacking off. With a bustle of skirts, she skittered back to work. However, there was a lilt to her step, and she kept an eye of the preformer out of the corner of her eye whenever she could.
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Post by Xander DeRatte on Oct 6, 2014 20:00:47 GMT -6
As the violin started playing, a man sitting in the corner looks up from his studies, takes off his wide-brimmed hat, and says, "well, at least this mud hole has some of the finer arts."
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