Topic: THE GREEN DRAGON'S INN - part 8 | |
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seems like the battle with the orcs is going to come soon, and i get to test out my new horn caps, i got rusted steel tipped with poison for anyone that i impale. and the blade of my axe is going to be poisoned for battle
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vampier how are you this fine eve
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yeah i had herd you had been doin some practice
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i have to do something to keep busy while the town is on lock down
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very true maybe tomarrow i may join you
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that would be fine. i can show you a few tricks for big axes
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Im ok, just tired tonight.. Drave how about a little recharge?
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come here vampire
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sounds good to me always willin to lern
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*walks over to Draven with a smile*
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draven catches the vampire by the waist and lifts her outter shirt to reveal her short sword. this is a cute little tooth pick for you. takes the blade and makes a small cut on the inside of his forearm and lets the blood pour into cup for her.
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((STORYTELLER NOTE: There will be a game held tomarrow at 4pm PST, 7 Eastern Time. PM Me if you can make it to the game. ))
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*smiles* yes but it works for me. *takes the cup an drinks it then hands him a cloth* thank you *kisses his new cut*
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*Rathil finally steadied himself after the fall. He seemed to have hit his head. He goes back and takes a seat still rubbing the back of his head a bit*
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Draven takes the cloth and wraps it around the fresh cut. that should perk you up for a while
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*Frowns at rathils injury and runs a hand through his hair with a sigh* Your going to make me go gray before my time.
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*she crawls in Dravens lap and looks up at him with a smile then places her head on his furry arm* your a true friend Draven, no ones else I have even know would ever be willing to help me the way you do.
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i am unlike most others, i am a fierce friend, hell on a battle field, loyal to the ones that deserve it, and a beast to the ones that betray it.
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I believe it Draven
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*Frowns at rathils injury and runs a hand through his hair with a sigh* Your going to make me go gray before my time. *Laughs a bit* Not likely my dear |
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