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Regardless from where one travels in Varisia, at some point everyone finds their way to Korvosa. Okay, that's probably not true, but, you yourselves have found your way to the grand Cheliaxian city of Korvosa, so yea. Uh.
Anyways, you can feel the salty air fly on gentle breeze as you enter the city from various points of entry. Those who came in via the midland entrance would no doubt see the colorful circus set up advertising all sorts of wonders and attractions. Already crowds were gathering around to see for themselves what this circus had to offer. Posters for the All-seeing Hajeck fortune teller, ooh...and one of the more interesting attractions, encounters with Jherizhana the sphinx.
As you enter the city you are stopped by the city guards who do a weapons check on you and your person. You are told to keep your weapons sheathed and if that is not possible, to wield common sense and respect at least. But other than that you aren't given much trouble and are welcomed into the city, so as long as you all keep yourself out of trouble, or so the guards warn.
Looming off in the far distance in the Heights district stands Castle Korvosa atop the Grand Mastaba, a four-sided sandstone pyramid that is built to a cyclopean scale, its black marble towers contrasting against the brown and reds of the city and blue of the sky.
As for the city, it finds itself filled with the chorus of the hustle and bustle of daily life, and, the sounds of festivity on the horizon. Yes, it is that time of the year again for the citizens of Korvosa, the Founding Day Festival, celebration of the anniversary of the city's founding; A day of alcohol, fireworks, and extravagant displays of magical prowess that light the city into the wee hours of the following morning. The smells of delicious food fills the air, the sounds of lively music worm their ways into ears, you came at a good time.
Eventually you make your way to the *South Shore district, the newest addition to the city, you'll find it less cramped and more roomy and open air than the rest of the city. It possesses itself a noveu riche feel to it with its newer and nice looking architecture and ladies dressed in fancy colorful dresses going out for their strolls, walking their tiny dogs.
Up ahead is the popular Bard's End. As you get closer one can see a statue of a voluptuous woman of great beauty wearing a scandalous white dress that leaves little to the imagination, in her right hand she wields a glaive. Oddly, it manages to look both trashy and classy all at once. Anyways, she stands there with a rose in the other hand, as if though forever greeting guests to this artsy fartys tavern. The double door before you is gilded with gold and awaits for you.
Gabrielle takes in a few of the sights, and looks around to see what all the hustle and bustle is about. Oooh, a real sphinx? That sounded interesting.
She was stopped by the guards, which she expected. She had kept her scythe sheathed the entire time, so there was nothing to worry about there.
She was quite fond of the music, even going so far as to pull her trumpet out and play along at points.
Gabrielle stands a bit to look at the statue of Shellyn, after which, she'll head on into the Bard's End Tavern. She was not overly fond of that name, but eh, nothing she can do about it.
If there's a spot available, she'll sit down at the bar area itself.
Eventually you make your way to the *South Shore district ...
'Eventually' being the key word here. It had been ages since Elizabeth Starr had been to a festival ... in fact, the last one she'd been at had seen her still a slave. So when she entered the city, she couldn't help but explore the sights for a while. See the attractions, sample the local food ... oooh, maybe she could earn a few extra bits by showing off her gunplay skills!
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Originally Posted by Thanqol
"You can't tell me you've never wondered what it would be like to -"
"I swear to Celestia, Caramel, I will stick a cupcake in your eye."
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Originally Posted by TheAmishPirate
Crew morale fares poorly under the effects of fiery death.
Flittering amongst the throng of people and patrons is a cloak-clad maiden with a somewhat elfy look about her, thanks to her slightly pointed ears and a lithe, petite build. She looks rather young, with vibrant red hair, piercing green eyes, and a sun-tanned complexion. Her freckled face forms an expression of enthralled fascination as she observes the various sights and sounds. "Oooooh... Aaaaaah... Ack!" The young lass narrowly side-steps being mowed down by some running children, her backpack and adventurer's sash jostling and clinking as she tries to maintain her balance. Her attire - form fitting linen tunic, heavy pants, sturdy boots, and a well-weathered cloak - seem like something a seasoned explorer would wear, rather than a pretty little thing like her.
But as they say, appearances are deceiving. This is especially true for Changelings.
Under the guise of a red-haired half-elf, the manipulative little shapeshifter makes her way through the lively city until arriving in front of the tavern. "Bard's End... Hm. Well that's totally not foreboding..." she grumbles under her breath. "Oh well. Good thing I'm not a bard today." And with that little quip, she pushes the door open and saunters on inside.
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Originally Posted by SilverClawShift
Wizard: Ug. God. Allright. What do you want us to do?
Me: Burn for me.
Wizard: ...what?
Me: I activate the fire ability. "BURN FOR ME!!!!!!"
It had taken many days of traveling on foot to reach the gates to the city of Korvosa, heartland of the Cheliaxian empire, but by cutting across the wilderness, she had managed to make it to the city as quickly as possible.
She brushed the long strands of black hair away from her eyes, and looked up at the well-armed Cheliaxian men before her. They seemed to be waiting for something from her.
"Weapons Check." One of them said.
It took her a few moments contemplation, and rolling the words around in her head, before finally coming up with a response.
"They're in good condition."
The guard grimaced a bit. He'd heard that one already today.
"Very funny. Come on now, weapons check."
She looked up at him with an earnest and puzzled expression. Nevertheless, she held out her sword to the man, handle-first, so he could examine its quality. She knew for a fact it was in good condition, but if it meant peaceful passage into the city, she would allow him to check her weapon.
Entering the city, her eyes widened at the sheer volume of people and activity going on. Her mentor had told her that the city of Korvosa, and all Cheliaxian cities, were constantly swarming with people and over-excitement, and now she could see it for herself. Several of the locals offered her various skewered meats and fruits, but she had no time for food. Not until her task was complete.
Finally, she made her way into the South Shore district, gazing in awe at the miniature hounds that the noblewomen kept. How could such small creatures ever hope to catch a stag? Perhaps they were for hunting smaller game...
At last she had come to the Bard's End. She was told that the name of this location was a humorous play on words, but she had never been able to make sense of it. Surely, it would be a sad moment to see a bard come to his end? Still more perplexing was the statue, which held a glaive in one hand, and a rose in another. No warrior could properly wield a glaive that way, and certainly wouldn't be caught dead in so little armor...or perhaps they would. Perhaps the grim humor was there after all.
Not cracking a smile at the misconceived joke, Shokah entered through the shining gilded doors and into the tavern.
Miss Starr, distracted, would find herself among the traveling Varisian circus known as the Umbra Carnival. To be exact, the Parade Grounds a vast open field in the center serving as a hub. Vendors wander amongst the crowds of people here, selling food, streamers, and flowers. Its rather colorful, music-wise, here with Varisian musicians playing lively folk tunes, inviting visitors to join in their revery. Also here lies the box office where folks stood in line to purchase tickets to the attractions and tickets for the circus show later on.
Many civilian folks stop to stare at her, but given the circus here most think her as part of the crew. Several circus guards patrol the area and stand guard at some of the tents and merchant tables.
Miss Starr would soon find herself being tugged by her tail by small hands. The tug is gentle and if she turned around she would see a small girl of six with big brown eyes looking at her as if though she was the most awesomest thing she saw. "Wwwwwow....your tail is real...and soft......"
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Bard's End
As for the tavern, it itself is quite the large inn and tavern of the three story variety and well kept, well lit and clean. Inside, it seems to have an opulent style, as if borrowing design elements of Kelish-ite design. (Think Persian palace). It is just really nice inside with a small ornately designed fountain nine feet in front of the door. However instead of water, it seemed to have *liquid gold flowing into its basin. The color scheme of the place finds itself favoring white and gold.
Several paintings adorn the walls. Bleached bone white tables scatter the open area, at least nine large tables and four smaller 2-3 seater tables. At the opposite end of the tavern is a medium sized stage where at the moment is occupied by a young Chelish male bard with short floppy black hair entertaining a small gathered crowd of mostly young women with some lively fiddle music. As for patrons, aside from the small 4-5 crowd of young women and the bard, there are about twelve other folk in here, mostly all human with an elven waiter going about fetching drink orders, and a tough looking half orc watching the bard. Some folks are chatting with each other, playing card games as one Varisian man watches them with interest from three tables away.
At the entrance you would have been "greeted" by a Shoanti bouncer, female with a shaved head and intricate stocky tattoos adoring her head. She would give you but a glance and a quick once over letting you in. Though with Gabrielle she would quirk a brow at the sight of the horn before letting her in.
*Optional- A Spellcraft check surpassing a DC 15 reveals that this fountain is enchanted with a Major Image spell. Feel free to roll in the OOC to see if you get the extra info to add to your post.
The opulence of such a place hardly phases Shokah, who has seen such illusions used in temples and supposedly 'sacred' areas, oft supplemented by misused artifacts. It served as a reminder to her of her duty in this town.
The Shoanti bouncer gave her some pause. It had been long since she had seen another Shoanti, and a wave of self-consciousness temporarily passed over her.
To a foreigner, she was instantly recognizable as a Shoanti, due to her pale skin and choice of clothing. Yet to another Shoanti, there were signs, subtle yet quite obvious to them, that she was not like other Shoanti. For one, a scarf neatly wrapped around her neck, beneath her locks of hair but still visible, was quite clearly Varisian design. And the features of her face were smooth in places most Shoanti would not have such smoothness. But her eyes, a pale sky blue, would have been enough for any Shoanti to recognize her lineage as half-Varisian.
But she would not let that bother her. Kin or villain, Shokah had her duty to attend to, and perhaps this one would be able to help her.
In a soft voice, and perfect Shoanti, she addressed the bouncer.
"Be well received, my cousin. I have traveled far from the mountains of the Shundar-Quar, in search of Lord Athrun Allster. Might you know him, and where to find him?"
Shokah is quite aware of this. She is doing her absolute best not to stare.
In the back of her mind, she wonders at the lack of reverence from the other tavern-goers, who do not immediately bow down before an obvious Goddess that has just entered the tavern. Perhaps it is more a holy place than she initially thought?
She glances towards her from time to time, wondering if she should be the first to kneel, or if any other patrons of this bar are gods that she has yet to recognize.
The bouncer stared at Shokah for a good long moment, her eyes scrutinizing the half shoanti half varisian woman who approached her with an inquiry. As a bouncer you don't expect most folks to talk to you, except for drunks who act like you're some sort of villain for kicking them out.
"<Shundar-Quar?....That is quite the distance of travel in search of a man.>" That was probably the closest the bouncer would get to a joke, in all her deadpan monotone. She continued to speak in her Shoanti tongue. "<Anyways, I can assist you on your inquiry. The young bard on stage is who you seek. Earlier, he seemed rather adamant on letting his name be known to all.>"
Shokah does not flinch at the bouncer's attempt at humor. Either it was that bad, or else Shokah is a bit naive even in her own culture.
<"Thank you, cousin. I shall speak with him immediately.">
This turned out to be a lie, through no fault on Shokah's part. As she was quite suddenly and directly addressed by a goddess.
Immediately she tensed. Her eyes went wide as she stared up at the pure white face of the Aasimar. Her voice failed her, and in doing so gave her but one course of action.
Before the goddess, she went down upon one knee, with her head lowered in reverence.
The back of her mind heard the words she spoke, though interpreted them entirely differently.
"I am honored by your presence, oh lady Gabrielle. I am Shokah, She Who Walks Two Worlds, of the Shundar-Quar. I am humble in thy presence."
Shokah sincerely hoped her reverence was great enough for this goddess. She was not in the mood to be turned into a pillar of salt for her insolence.
"Um...you...don't really need to kneel...that's kind of awkward." She says, wondering what's going through Shokah's head. Not the greatest first impression, Shokah.
The Changeling traipses on into the bar, and smiles cheerfully at the bouncer. "Hiya!" she chimes, giving the woman a much more perky greeting than she is probably used to.
Once checked out and okay'd to enter, she begins to make her way over to the bar. However, the odd scene with the woman kneeling before the "goddess" grabs her attention, and gives her pause. "Huh. That's different..." she mutters to her self, keenly observing the two strangers. Particularly the pretty one with a horn growing out of her head.
Must... resist... urge... to mimic...
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Originally Posted by SilverClawShift
Wizard: Ug. God. Allright. What do you want us to do?
Me: Burn for me.
Wizard: ...what?
Me: I activate the fire ability. "BURN FOR ME!!!!!!"
The bouncer watched the two still near the entrance and cleared her throat loudly for Gabrielle and Shokah to hear. "Please ma'ams, don't crowd the entrance here, please take this to the side." She said gruffly but politely, her arms crossed over her chest.
Over at the bar, Luci is approached by the bartender who is currently filling up some drinks for the elven waiter to bring to the patrons. The bartender themselves is an older Chelish man with light skin and long black hair put up in a braid and he has a small strip of peach fuzz over his chin. Looking at his eyes, shows that he probably has some Varisian blood in him.
"Quite a sight there eh?" He conversationally asked to Luci briefly glancing over his shoulder as he filled up mugs at the keg. "I wonder if they're dressed up for the Founding Day's festival....or part of that circus outside of town."
Melindy missed the fine living bad enough; no travel bread or roadside stew would ever sit quite as well as a freshly grilled steak, taken with a glass of aged wine by a seaside sunset. No matter how one padded a bedroll, it would never rest as comfortably as a fine mattress with silk sheets. And all the taverns in all the world couldn't hope to match the hospitality of just one toast of fellow hands after cracking the latest impossible job. Yet, of all that was left behind, there was nothing she'd want more right now than a simple, stupid, pony. No one had ever told her that trekking long distances with a gimp leg would take ages, and certainly nobody told her how awkward she'd look carrying her weight in worldly possessions on her back.
Maybe I should ask next time then? 'Oh hello, fine sir, I see you've got a twig where your arm used to be, spare any advice for a newcomer?'
The thought brought a little chuckle out of her. In all fairness, she'd done well enough at salvaging the situation too. Her fine clothes were well packed up, along with her personal jewelery and effects. Her sling-staff still served her well, even after all these years of hanging on her wall. And who could've guessed how conjuring a little smidgen of water in an upstart guard's pants would never get old?
Speaking of upstart guards, a few of them were stationed just up ahead; time to thoroughly abuse her stature.
When her turn came, the guards would see a halfling with brown hair and green eyes, dressed in traditional traveling garb with a breastplate peeking out around the edges of her shirt. She walked with a pronounced limp, favoring her left leg and using a decorative staff - with a rather innocuous strap of leather at the top - as a walking stick. Other than that, no obvious weapons, unless there was one hidden in the mountain of a backpack she wore. "Sirs, will I have to give up my stick?" she asked in a pleading, subservient tone, clutching the precious stick to her. "She can whack a cut-purse well enough, but she won't be any trouble, I promise."
(Feel free to continue on in the bar, Melindy will be arriving shortly.)
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We're like the weeping angels from Doctor Who, except with cuddling and friendship instead of horrible death. Don't look away.
One of the guards at the entrance quirked a brow at the halfling and knelt down in front of Melindy to be at relative eye level. The other guard sorta just rolled their eyes and continued to keep an eye on the other travelers. Because of that damn circus, people were coming and going at a never ending rate between the circus and city.
The kneeling guard gave Melindy a smile and bobbed his head. Halflings to him, were just adorable. They were like little people, with tiny hands, tiny feet and you just wanted to pinch their cheeks and dress them up!
"Oh ma'am....you don't have to worry about your walking stick being taken away from you, just don't go beating and tripping people, and then we'll have no issues," There was a slight tone of amusement, like he couldn't take what Melindy was seriously. Though as a boon for Melindy, it distracted him enough that he glossed over most of his guard duty in regards to weapon checking and what not.
"Welcome to Korvosa madam." He said reaching a finger to poke her cheek out of curiosity. The other guard rolled their eyes again.
Miss Starr, distracted, would find herself among the traveling Varisian circus known as the Umbra Carnival. To be exact, the Parade Grounds a vast open field in the center serving as a hub. Vendors wander amongst the crowds of people here, selling food, streamers, and flowers. Its rather colorful, music-wise, here with Varisian musicians playing lively folk tunes, inviting visitors to join in their revery. Also here lies the box office where folks stood in line to purchase tickets to the attractions and tickets for the circus show later on.
Many civilian folks stop to stare at her, but given the circus here most think her as part of the crew. Several circus guards patrol the area and stand guard at some of the tents and merchant tables.
Miss Starr would soon find herself being tugged by her tail by small hands. The tug is gentle and if she turned around she would see a small girl of six with big brown eyes looking at her as if though she was the most awesomest thing she saw. "Wwwwwow....your tail is real...and soft......"
Eliza knelt down to be eye-level with the small girl. "Why, thank you," she said, a smile gracing her features. "It's really hard to keep fur clean when you travel a lot," she added with a wink.
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Adopted li'l sis of Trobby.
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Originally Posted by Thanqol
"You can't tell me you've never wondered what it would be like to -"
"I swear to Celestia, Caramel, I will stick a cupcake in your eye."
Quote:
Originally Posted by TheAmishPirate
Crew morale fares poorly under the effects of fiery death.
Spoiler
Is it can be hugs time now plz?
Last edited by Hawkflight : 02-09-2013 at 05:09 PM.
The "half-elf" looks back over her shoulder at the two eccentric patrons. "I dunno," she muses with a shrug. "One's too regal and fancy for a circus act, the other is too rugged and badass-looking." Well that's one way to put it.
The incognito Changeling gives another shrug, before looking back at the bartender. "If I had to guessssssss... I'd say they're here for the expedition thingy. Speaking of, any idea who I'm supposed to talk to 'bout that?" she asks with a cheery grin. "Oh, also, you wouldn't happen to know anything about a half-orc bard named Trog, would ya?" Hope sparkles in her eyes.
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Originally Posted by SilverClawShift
Wizard: Ug. God. Allright. What do you want us to do?
Me: Burn for me.
Wizard: ...what?
Me: I activate the fire ability. "BURN FOR ME!!!!!!"
The bouncer watched the two still near the entrance and cleared her throat loudly for Gabrielle and Shokah to hear. "Please ma'ams, don't crowd the entrance here, please take this to the side." She said gruffly but politely, her arms crossed over her chest.
<"My apologies, cousin. May the sun rise high in the sky."> Which Shokah knew was a traditional and very polite way to wish good tidings when leaving the company of a member of the Sklar-Quar.
"Milady Gabrielle, what brings you here upon this ominous hour?" She asks the Aasimar, while looking for a place for them to sit down.
"Do you lick yourself clean like a kitty cat? Do you get hairballs too? Mommy says we can't have kitties in our home because they're stinky." She sniffed Elizabeth and stepped back. "You don't stink that bad, mommy's silly."
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Bard's End
"Oh, I was just talking about the one with the horn...growth, whatever that is, my apologies for improper use of pronouns. The other one, we see her variety regularly." The bartender smirked and poured one last drink and set it on the counter as the elven waiter popped in to grab it.
"Half orc bard named Trog? Mmmm....I just started working here a couple weeks ago...can't say I have...maybe when the boss lady swings by later on, you could ask her, she's been around for ages, maybe she knows something," He told her as he glanced up in thought and rubbed at his little chin strip.
"Anyways, all expedition stuff, I think that bard on stage mentioned something about that." He then leaned forward, his elbow on the counter as he looked at Luci.
"So, what sort of drink can I get ya? Are you a honey mead type of gal?" His tone slightly flirty in that testing the waters sort of way.
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The bouncer woman nodded at Shokah a tiny smile on her face before reverting back to a grim line as Shokah walked away. Back to business.
"Do you lick yourself clean like a kitty cat? Do you get hairballs too? Mommy says we can't have kitties in our home because they're stinky." She sniffed Elizabeth and stepped back. "You don't stink that bad, mommy's silly."
Eliza rolled the words around in her head for a moment before replying.
"No, we use shampoos or herbal mixtures to clean our fur. No, we don't get hairballs. And yes, we do have a distinct smell, it's how we recognize each other," she replied.
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Adopted li'l sis of Trobby.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Thanqol
"You can't tell me you've never wondered what it would be like to -"
"I swear to Celestia, Caramel, I will stick a cupcake in your eye."
Quote:
Originally Posted by TheAmishPirate
Crew morale fares poorly under the effects of fiery death.
The petite "half-elf" gives the bartender a small smile. "Oh, no thank you. I'm terrible at holding my liquor." Which is true. She's also terrible at holding her disguises while drunk. She looks up at the bard for a moment, before turning her gaze back to the bartender. "I'll pester him once he's off stage. Though I have to wonder whether or not it's a good sign when my prospective employer is a bard playing at a place called 'Bard's End.' Seems a little ominous, dontcha think?" she asks with slight tilt of her head. "What can you tell me 'bout Bardy Boy up there?"
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Originally Posted by SilverClawShift
Wizard: Ug. God. Allright. What do you want us to do?
Me: Burn for me.
Wizard: ...what?
Me: I activate the fire ability. "BURN FOR ME!!!!!!"
"Ooooooh...I seee.....I think," The little girl nodded her head vigorously as if though she really understood. "Sooo...are you part of the circus?"
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Bard's End
Th bartender tilted his head and squinted an eye in a manner that indicated he didn't quite agree with her thoughts on the name of the tavern, but eh. He just casually shrugged at the assessment.
"Well as for bardy boy, he's not bad of a musician, could work on the substance of his lyrics. Been here for the past four days with his half orc friend over there, just enough time to form a gaggle of fangirls." There was a small playful eye roll from him.
"Oh who ya looking for?" The little Korvosian girl asked as she casually petted Elizabeth's furry arm.
"For me of course," Came a a smooth male voice. Turning around, a male tiefling stood there dressed in an flashy get up. He wore a silk maroon red vest with lighter red swirls woven in, black slacks and some dandy looking brown leather boots. He wore a red silky duster coat that tapered to his waist before slightly flaring out. Atop his medium length wavy black hair was a black akubra hat with a silver band. At his hip in a holster dangled a custom made pepperbox.
"Hahaha...I jest...I jest....Just looking for an entry to get into this conversation hahah...heh," He glanced down at the little girl and stroked his trimmed goatee.
"Actually, I couldn't help but notice your weapons, Miss," He said looking at Elizabeth. "Its nice to come across a fellow gunslinger in these parts."
"Oh where are my manners, my name is Voren 'Fast Hands', gunslinger showman of the Umbra Carnival." He bowed with a flourish.
"Oh who ya looking for?" The little Korvosian girl asked as she casually petted Elizabeth's furry arm.
"For me of course," Came a a smooth male voice. Turning around, a male tiefling stood there dressed in an flashy get up. He wore a silk maroon red vest with lighter red swirls woven in, black slacks and some dandy looking brown leather boots. He wore a red silky duster coat that tapered to his waist before slightly flaring out. Atop his medium length wavy black hair was a black akubra hat with a silver band. At his hip in a holster dangled a custom made revolver.
"Hahaha...I jest...I jest....Just looking for an entry to get into this conversation hahah...heh," He glanced down at the little girl and stroked his trimmed goatee.
"Actually, I couldn't help but notice your weapons, Miss," He said looking at Elizabeth. "Its nice to come across a fellow gunslinger in these parts."
"Oh where are my manners, my name is Voren 'Fast Hands', gunslinger showman of the Umbra Carnival." He bowed with a flourish.
Eliza didn't really want to answer the young girl's question, and fortunately was spared having to by the arrival of the tiefling. She smiled and ruffled the little girl's hair.
"Move along now, I'm sure your mommy is looking for you," she said, before standing up to face the tiefling.
"'Fast Hands', huh? I'll be the judge of that," she remarked.
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Adopted li'l sis of Trobby.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Thanqol
"You can't tell me you've never wondered what it would be like to -"
"I swear to Celestia, Caramel, I will stick a cupcake in your eye."
Quote:
Originally Posted by TheAmishPirate
Crew morale fares poorly under the effects of fiery death.
Spoiler
Is it can be hugs time now plz?
Last edited by Hawkflight : 02-09-2013 at 07:36 PM.
The little girl frowned a little but nodded, she really ought to go back to her mommy before her mommy scolded her, so she scampered off.
"Hahaha....we have judges for that now?" He chuckled and lazily grinned. "Mmm, well, maybe I can show you, in private." He smirked and then waved his hands in front of him defensively. "I jest, I jest, don't punch me, I like my face as is."
"But in all seriousness, its a pleasure to meet a fellow gunslinger, and a lady catfolk at that. How rare." He stroked his chin in amusement. "What make is your gun?"
The little girl frowned a little but nodded, she really ought to go back to her mommy before her mommy scolded her, so she scampered off.
"Hahaha....we have judges for that now?" He chuckled and lazily grinned. "Mmm, well, maybe I can show you, in private." He smirked and then waved his hands in front of him defensively. "I jest, I jest, don't punch me, I like my face as is."
"But in all seriousness, its a pleasure to meet a fellow gunslinger, and a lady catfolk at that. How rare." He stroked his chin in amusement. "What make is your gun?"
"Sure, my claws could use some sharpening," Beth said wryly. Then she nodded as she noticed the tiefling's gun.
"My guns?" She pulled out her twin guns, spun them around once, and re-holstered them. "A double-barreled pistol, and a dragon pistol. Made them both myself, I call them Cease and Desist. But, if we're speaking of rare, speak of your own gun?" she added pointedly.
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Adopted li'l sis of Trobby.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Thanqol
"You can't tell me you've never wondered what it would be like to -"
"I swear to Celestia, Caramel, I will stick a cupcake in your eye."
Quote:
Originally Posted by TheAmishPirate
Crew morale fares poorly under the effects of fiery death.
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