Topic: THE GREEN DRAGON'S INN - part 3 | |
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If you kind people will excuse me I must retire to my room. As it has been a tiring day. (gives a sad look to Jericho as she gathers her parchment. Exits up the stairs with one last look back) *If Jericho has any real understanding of what that look meant he didn't show it* Good night Alatariel, sleep well |
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sorry....that's just me.....building up for a rather large toot
*a mouthful of brew spews from Leu’s mouth and foams all over the table before him as it also runs from his nostile when he hears Thor’s words* ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Edited by
1956CLEO
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Tue 05/13/08 08:27 PM
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sorry....that's just me.....building up for a rather large toot
*a mouthful of brew spews from Leu’s mouth and foams all over the table before him as it also runs from his nostile when he hears Thor’s words* ![]() ![]() ![]() *Phara's giggling as well. Silent but deadly!* |
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Feeling satisfied her words have been heard and understood suddenly the High Elf is overcome by the relaxation brought on by her multiple cups of Elvin wine. She realizes the crowd is getting roudy and it does not fit her mood. It is time to retire, she tells herself. She rises and moves to the door touching the Bard on the shoulder as she passes, speaking a gentle,"good night".
*Leu acknowledges the High Elf as she passes* “Sleep well”, he replies, somewhat embarrassed by his untimely sloppy situation. *Leu would like to win the respect of the High Elf, and he feels that he has made a very bad first impression as brew drips from his face. |
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*Jericho finishes off another mug of brew. He sits there staring off into space for a moment before his head falls forward and hits the bar, passed out*
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*Jericho finishes off another mug of brew. He sits there staring off into space for a moment before his head falls forward and hits the bar, passed out*
*Leu looks over at Thor* Maybe you could use some of your energy to carry this man up to his room instead of wasting it on making so much wind in the Inn. *Leu tilts his head toward the passed out Jericho* |
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She breezes in through the door not stopping until she reaches the bar.
Looking out of the corner of her eye she tries to see who all is here. She sees that Jericho is passed out yet again. Will that blasted man ever learn? She tries to think whether or not to get a drink. After the day she has had ... she certainly could use one. * Now Now RéAnna, you don't need to get plastered* She tries to find the voice and glares menacingly at it. |
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Boromir, could I please have a drink. Bring 2.
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Boromir, could I please have a drink. Bring 2. Boromir smiles and serves two drinks. |
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Boromir, could I please have a drink. Bring 2. Boromir smiles and serves two drinks. Thank you. You know you really are a sweet lad. |
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followed by cold wind draven walks in with his armour and battle ax clanking, and looks for a place away from most people. as he sits he looks around to survey the area for possible threats,
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She drinks the first one with out stopping. Only stopping long enough to catch her breath and she drinks the other.
She gets up to walk up the stairs. Looking back over her shoulder, Boromir.. you know where my room is. And she laughs not able to resist the taunt. Good night handsome |
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*Jericho starts to stir a little bit and raises his head a bit. He grabs the mug next to and looks inside it. Not seeing anything more than a few drops inside he puts the mug up to his mouth to try to get the last bit before pushing it away.*
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She drinks the first one with out stopping. Only stopping long enough to catch her breath and she drinks the other. She gets up to walk up the stairs. Looking back over her shoulder, Boromir.. you know where my room is. And she laughs not able to resist the taunt. Good night handsome Boromir as usual blushes ![]() |
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She drinks the first one with out stopping. Only stopping long enough to catch her breath and she drinks the other. She gets up to walk up the stairs. Looking back over her shoulder, Boromir.. you know where my room is. And she laughs not able to resist the taunt. Good night handsome *Leucippus walks over to the half-elf* Mahn eh-nehth leen? |
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sorry....that's just me.....building up for a rather large toot
*a mouthful of brew spews from Leu’s mouth and foams all over the table before him as it also runs from his nostile when he hears Thor’s words* ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ahhhhhhh.....much better......."No that wasn't thunder.....it's ok" |
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*Jericho sighs a bit*
One of these days I am gonna learn that elfy talk you guys do |
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Edited by
IamMewhoRU
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Tue 05/13/08 09:04 PM
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*Jericho finishes off another mug of brew. He sits there staring off into space for a moment before his head falls forward and hits the bar, passed out* * the giant lifts poor Rathil's head * *Splashes water on his face and opens a small linen bag filled with smelling herbs* There my friend.....you are sober now....you may drink again. |
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followed by cold wind draven walks in with his armour and battle ax clanking, and looks for a place away from most people. as he sits he looks around to survey the area for possible threats, *Glares over at the cold ridden stranger to size him up* |
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*Phara orders a drink and settles in for what she's sure will be an entertaining evening.*
"Boromir, May I have a drink, please." |
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