The Dancing Fox Inn XIX

[Doran_Liadon]

Mark lurches forward and grabs it. he starts to pull it back to where it was originally.

[Green-Shirt Q]

((Hey Doran, I just thought I should let you know that Bortak recently started a private eye business, and I just thought BardDog should know 'cause, you know, sidekick.))

[Lerky]

Renn comes through with the rope around his waist
oh thank you, Mark!

[Doran_Liadon]

(( Yeah sweet, where is it? ))
Mark jumps. Renn!? Im sorry, i just, the rope and...uh...hi.

[Lerky]

oh Mark. it lead me to hell! There we knives and lava and flame and I was dangling right above the demons! Than the rope came undone and I fell but you pulled me out!
Renn hugs Mark

[Green-Shirt Q]

(( Right now, Bortak and his new friend Cassi are at the Town Marshals office.

There is also a private eye office.))

[Doran_Liadon]

Uh...your welcome? He is hugged.
((Kk, i will bring him over. ))

[Lerky]

(( ugh... everytime I hear the name Cassi I'm going to beat myself up for not figuring it out in 0 seconds
me and Doran are getting a ton of spoilers, huh? ))
now where's Lupy...

[Green-Shirt Q]

((oh please. You haven't got ANY spoilers yet! ))

[Doran_Liadon]

Last i heard, he was on his way to talk to Bishop Serene.

[Lerky]

oh...that's good, two epic levels together where Fel needs them...
(( either way it wants me to read your webcomic more ))

[Doran_Liadon]

((gotta deadtime, later))

[Nevitan]

so how was your trip?

[Green-Shirt Q]

((Hey Renn, I just thought I should let you know I JUST updated again after you posted on my thread! ))

[Lerky]

(( are you kidding ))
swell. Relaxing

[Nevitan]

not treacherous or life threatening at all?

[Quinsar]

The uber mage is at the bar.

[Nevitan]

(( I know I am))

[Lerky]

(( is that pronounced oo-ber or uh-ber ))

[Quinsar]

No, Quinsar is teh Uber mage....

[Nevitan]

((yea, yea I know, just healed Renn and hurt your mage at the dancing fox heal/hurt polls

[Quinsar]

Noooo! Why?

[Nevitan]

Hes stronger than mine

[Quinsar]

He's level 112!

[Lerky]

yeah, knock him down a peg!

[Raistlin1040]

A man walks into the Inn almost without a sound. Only the light sound of his breathing can be heard, his footsteps are silent. He wears dark clothing, and dark shoes, and keeps his head down. He's pale, almost sickly looking, and very thin. His hair is wavy and red, a dark blood red, probably dyed, and obscures his eyes as he walks. He sits down at a table and reaches into his coat, pulling out a steel flask. He opens it and takes a drink, before corking it and stowing it back in his coat pocket.

[Nevitan]

NO ONE is that level, If hes that level I'm at least like... 96

[Lerky]

hello, sir. Can I get ya something?

[Quinsar]

Not D&D based...>.<

[Nevitan]

((ah well... very good then... i suppose))
More shadowy guys? thats like... three in two days, this bar is so frikkin cliche...