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Post by Broton on May 21, 2014 21:22:26 GMT -6
A cold wind blows hard on the Tavens walls, but the warmth of the warm fireplace keeps the few folks in there from even taking mind of it. The last few weeks have been surprising, sad and exciting times for the people of the lands, but on this night things have been quite.... just to quite. There have been signs that have been coming to light to some and shadowed to many, but those are on the minds of those who ponder on the troubling things of the lands....
With a bang of the door blowing it open, a short fellow tumbles in clutching his clock. "WOW its a windy night!", The figure stands as he shuts the tavern's door. "Bar keep, a mug of your best apple mead and a plate of your tasty mystery meats, please its been along day." The man say as he walks to a table right by the fire place and removes his hood. "Ah its been a while but I see no one has removed my mark.." He traces his finger over the runes spelling Broton and takes his seat. "Some thing in my bones says its going to be a good night at least." He says to himself as he pust his backpack next to his chair...
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Post by Teppossette on May 21, 2014 21:55:11 GMT -6
*Teppossette walks into the tavern, and pushes down her black hood* what's a girl gotta do for a drink?
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Post by MrMcNikles on May 21, 2014 21:57:28 GMT -6
It was cold outside, and getting dark. Samael had just entered the city and was heading for his favorite tavern, he'd just been returning from an expedition into the wilderness. McNikle was a collector of ancient tomes, particularly magical tomes. Old books were okay, but when they contained powerful spells and enchantments they were even more exciting. When Samael had his fill of the tomes he would either sell them, or file them away in his family manors library.
McNikle opened the door to the tavern, walked in and began shaking off the cold. The regulars were there, whilst he wasn't a regular he was known in these parts as a magical item collector. He noticed a dwarf sitting at a table all by himself. Dwarves weren't an uncommon sight to McNikle, then again in the city of Wildgard Dwarves were some of the more "tame" species, of course he knew this dwarf; it was his old friend Broton. "Hail brother." he said as he approached the dwarf. "Mind if I sit with you? It's been quite some time since we've shared a table together."
McNikle didn't wait for an answer, for he knew what Broton would say, and so he pulled out one of the chairs and sat. He put his pack on the ground next to his chair, it contained quit a few valuables. Most notably a new tome that he's just acquired, said to be an ancient tome of Necromancy.
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Post by Casimir Crusoe on May 21, 2014 21:58:09 GMT -6
You hear some quiet steps padding toward the door. It opens slightly and a tiny figure pops his head in and looks around.
"Wow, this looks like somewhere fun."
He's a small figure, no more than a foot and a half in height, with tanned skin and brown curly hair. He carries no more than a tiny sword and a smaller pouch.
Sitting down next to the dwarf, he grins and asks, "Who are you?"
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Post by Broton on May 21, 2014 22:11:16 GMT -6
Broton looks at Teppossette as she says her question and grins, "Well lass that there is a loaded question a beautiful lass should never ask in a tavern." He pulls a chair out for her and looks to the bar tender what every the Lass would like and put it on my tab."
Before he could say another word and rare sight came to him in the for of his little brother just walking in to the tavern and right a way talks to him and then a littl figure asked who he was... "I had a feeling it was going to be a fun night! HAHAHA!" Broton laughs and takes a sip of his mead.
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Post by Teppossette on May 21, 2014 22:26:01 GMT -6
Teppossette looks at Broton and grants him a soft smile "well, to whom do I owe my gratitude?" She sits down and orders an ale
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Post by MrMcNikles on May 21, 2014 22:31:26 GMT -6
McNikle watched as Tepossette sat down with them. "Greetings, I am Samael McNikle, and this is my brother Broton Locksalt." he said, he could have waited for Broton to answer, but patience was never one of McNikles strong suits.
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Post by MrMcNikles on May 21, 2014 22:38:27 GMT -6
"Hmm..." something had caught McNikle's eye at the front door to the tavern. Something that was leaving. "Sorry to duck out so quickly brother, but I must be going." He said as he picked up his bag and headed out the door.
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Post by Casimir Crusoe on May 21, 2014 22:42:54 GMT -6
The brownie smiles wider, if that was even possible, and starts counting off his fingers.
"So the ones with the beards are Sam McNikle and Broton Locksalt, my name is Tinkerbilly, and the one with the cloak is Agirl, did I miss anyone? My name is Tinkerbilly. What's that you're drinking? Can I have some?
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Post by Casimir Crusoe on May 21, 2014 22:44:14 GMT -6
Awe, why'd he leave? He sounded fun.
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Post by Broton on May 21, 2014 22:54:53 GMT -6
Broton locks eyes with Teppossette and smiles, "well lass as my little brother just said before his eye was caught by something new. I'm Jarl Broton P. Locksalt, but you can call me just Broton if you'd like." He takes a dink of his mead and looks to the brownie, "Ha ha ha, well lad, I mean Tinkerbilly... I'm going to call to Tb, I'm drinking Apple mead. if you have a cup I'll share with you." Looking back to Teppossette, "So Lass what brings you so far North?"
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Post by Teppossette on May 21, 2014 23:04:11 GMT -6
Well dear Broton, let's just say I travel a lot *smiles and winks, then takes a swig* looks to Tinkerbelly "deary my name is Teppossette Una Grey-Cat."
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Post by Casimir Crusoe on May 21, 2014 23:09:35 GMT -6
Oh, that makes a lot more sense. *turns to Broton and pulls a small wooden cup out of his pouch* I love apples! Let me try some!
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Post by Broton on May 21, 2014 23:20:06 GMT -6
"I knew there was something about you, miss Grey-Cat, well other then your bewildering smile." Broton smiles back at Teppossette, as he pours some of his mead into Tb's cup. "So miss Gray-Cat, where do you hail from? I come form the south east principality of Polaris." Stopping for a second, Broton put his hand on top of Tb's wooden cup. "Oh and lad go easy on this, its not a normal apple juice." he say with a smile and looks back to Teppossette.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on May 21, 2014 23:49:00 GMT -6
the door swung open with its usual creaking sound. making sure it was closed behind her she looked to the crowd of the in, removing the hood of her cloak. Shifting her gaze from one end to the other, she slowed her pace to the bar to her normal perch. suddenly her eyes locked on some new faces, and one she hadn't seen in quite some time. smiling she couldn't help but walk over to him. happy her Curse marks where almost gone thanks to the holy dragon ring upon her ring finger, she leaned down resting her hand on the table. as she leaned her smiled at the familiar ally.
"well hello Broton, I didn't know you where in town? can I join you and your Friends?"
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