Topic: THE GREEN DRAGON'S INN - part 4 | |
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Earendur enters the inn walks by the mess and sits at the bar wondering what in the world happened here orders a drink of meade and thanks boromir for serving him
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Edited by
cuppy59
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Mon 05/19/08 06:45 PM
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Calliope holds her head...."Wow, this Grapan liguor is something...Its a wonder the Inn guests order so often!" she picks herself up off the floor and wobbles to a chair. She sees Alatariel leaning over Jericho. She rushes over to see what is going on. Tears roll from her eyes as she looks at Jerichos lifeless body. Her heart is pounding fast and off beat.
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*enters the tavern and heads behind the bar*
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Shaken with sadness...she looks around the room at everyone and there is such silence...She backs away slowly not knowing how to react...She thinks about the things that she had done to him and feels such regret.
Turns to look at Barbus with a long drawn face, totally speechless. |
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*Rathil enters the inn. He is not wearing his normal smile this night. He sees the door is almost repaired and he stops a moment at the dried blood and removes his hat in tribute before moving to stand behind the counter with Barbus*
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Draven enters with the cold wind, seeing all the disturbance automaticly reaches for his ax and prepares for battle
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orders around for the place tonight we drink to jericho
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*Rathil pours and serves up the drinks without a word. Anyone who knows the elf knows that he is never one to keep quiet*
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takes rathil aside and says *come sit with me and tell me of jericho
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Calliope walks over to the bar and looks at Draven, "No need to swing your axe, Draven. I could use a drink." she picks up a bottle of Grapan liguor knowing full well what it had done to her the night before, but this time needed.
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what in the blasted shores of hell has happened here,,and why was i not alerted
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takes rathil aside and says *come sit with me and tell me of jericho *Rathil continues to serve up the drinks* What is it you want to know, the man was an idiot. Not much more of a tale then that I'm afraid |
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takes rathil aside and says *come sit with me and tell me of jericho *Rathil continues to serve up the drinks* What is it you want to know, the man was an idiot. Not much more of a tale then that I'm afraid |
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*Rathil finishes serving up the last of the drinks and turns to the half elf*
I suppose it's nice of you to want to hold a proper service or him or recount his many mishaps, however if you are wanting to honor him in this way you should gather a group and do it yourself. I will not partake in the recounting of his life story. *Rathil turns and moves towards the back room* |
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i was led to belive this is a peaceful town, and blood is spilled at its doorsteps,
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She takes the bottle and drinks rapidly as the Grapan liquor drips down her mouth onto her chest...She jirks back pulling the bottle from her mouth..."Yes, Eärendur, Rathil, Barbus...drinks sounds excellent.!" She leans against the bar and smiles at her friends.
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*Alatariel enters the inn. She sees that the door is finished. It looks a little better then it did before but it is not the same. Suddenly tears fill her eyes but she quickly brushes them away. Jericho would not want her to cry. She remembers the first night she entered the inn.*
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so what of this creature that spills blood in a peaceful place such as this, what do we know of it
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so what of this creature that spills blood in a peaceful place such as this, what do we know of it *Rathil comes out of the back carrying a glass of brew* It is a long story *Rathil notices Alatariel and nods towards her* It was a dark elf out for vengeance |
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*Alatariel looks at Draven*
If you really must know Jericho died saving my life. Esane is the one who did this and she was after me. He would not let her near me. |
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