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Arthos takes another spill of the swill in the mug. Grimacing again as he swallows it down, he notice Blick looking at him quizzically. (In Draconic) "Is something wrong?"

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Blick shakes his head, indicating negative and opens his cloak a bit, revealing a short sword strapped to his hip. Recovering himself, he gestures to Arthos and shrugs as if curious about why he is unarmed.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 6:45 am Post subject:

The door swings open to the Guild's Common room a stern looking man in scalemail armor stomps in. There are recent blood stains on his armor and gear that have collected the dirt and dust of the road. His heavy shield is slung over his shoulder within easy reach and his flail and longsword are clipped on his belt.

The sternness of this countenance is most likely the result of some recent skirmish that did not go as planned. He strides to the bar and slams a coin on the counter top, "Barkeep! Need some fuckin' ale! Gods, what a day! Between ugly kitchen wenches and little goblin shits I am parched!"

He looks down, finally noticing the kobold he nearly walked right over. His eyes narrow and then he looks back up to peer around the common room to see if anyone else if concerned about the half pint monster drinking some ale.

He finally notices his march to the bar rudely went between the critter and his drinking companion, interrupting their conversation. He turns to the man, with his arm outstretched over Blick's head and index finger pointing down, and asks sidelong, "Hey Blondy, dog face with you?"

Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 6:57 am Post subject:

The half-orc bartender grunts a greeting, "Raddick." He fills a mug of ale and puts it on the counter top.

Looking around the common room there are a few dwarves in attendance. However, without an accurate description neither Blick or Arthos can be sure which is this Deves character they were told to find.
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Villager Joined: 26 Jul 2010 Posts: 54

Waiting for a response from Arthos, Blick turns his head to the loud approach of a large, apparently unpleasant human. As the man barges up and interrupts the conversation, Blick eases back some to give him room to maneuver if needed.

When the man points at Blick and makes his comment, Blick shakes his head in a mixture of mirth and sadness. Having lived a life of constant abuse by other kobolds for his lack of proper 'attitude', Blick is unfazed by the rude comments.

All that can heard from the hooded and cloaked figure is a single word spoken around a chuckle and tone of derision, "Blick".

Telltale flickers or blue flame seem to radiate from Blick's eyes as he seems to concentrate for a moment..

Villager Joined: 24 Jul 2010 Posts: 30

Arthos nods in agreement as he opens up his pack and pulls out a fairly large black leatherbound book, held shut with a golden clasp. As he was about to answer Blick, the door swings open to reveal a beast of a man. As the man creates his scene, Arthos lets out a low but audible sigh.

Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 9:00 am Post subject:

Villager Joined: 27 Mar 2009 Posts: 60

Moments after the entrance of the large man a cry of excitement is heard from down the bar. A bright looking halfling deftly hops from barstool to bar and casually makes his way towards the group "Raddick you crazy old piss! I knew I saw you at ol' Gary Lary's!" he cries excitedly with a smile and a chuckle.

Stopping his bar top march before Arthos he smiles at the human as he takes up his hand and shakes it vigorously "Who's your friend Raddick?" He says to Raddick, not even facing Arthos as he shakes his hand. The halfling then crouches down, picks up Arthos's drink, and stares directly at the small cloaked figure with his forearms resting upon his bent knees "Hi hi, no need to be shy!" he says, chuckling at his own rhyme.

He then looks to Arthos and raises the ale with a nod before taking a long swill, he recovers with a loud forced belch. Laughing "Don't mind if I do" He then adresses Raddick "Hoo hoo, that was a good one huh? A little forced on the delivery but all in all a good bit of gas."

The halfling then stands upon the bar suddenly, drink in hand "Crap! Where are my manners". He begins patting down pockets with his free hands as he mutters "Sure I left that somewhere round here.". He then pulls a rude gesture from his pocket, directed at Raddick, to which he roars with laughter. "Joran here and I likes me beer"

Villager Joined: 26 Jul 2010 Posts: 54

Blick quickly moves his drink before the hairyfoot knocks it over while smirking at the little man's antics.

While Joran imbibes Arton's brew, Blick reaches into his pouch and drops something else into his drink, before carefully swirling the contents.

After the halfling finishes Arton's drink, Blick pushes back his hood and grins. Pushing his drink towards Joran, he gestures for him to enjoy the drink and says......"Blick".

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Arthos looks at the hyperactive halfling with a confused look, wondering just what is his deal. The look stays on his face as the halfling converse with Raddick.

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Joran looks down at Arthos utterly perplexed as he crouches down and grabs Blick’s drink, holding it in his hand and standing again. “A polite one this, but not a drinker!? He’s got to be a crazy little cuss eh Raddick!” he laughs loudly with a toothy smile.

Continuing to laugh, he raises Blick’s drink to his lips and tilts his head back for a deep gulp. Suddenly he sputters and then throws the mug across the room, the mouse sent flying as well; Joran sprays ale over Arthos, Raddick and Blick as he laughs loudly once more “YOU TRICKY LITTLE BASTARD!” he yells with tremendous amusement. Suddenly he drops down into a seated position on the bar before Blick “Better be careful or I’ll be wearing me’self a new pair of alligator skin boots” he says with chuckle, wink and a smile.
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Villager Joined: 26 Jul 2010 Posts: 54

Blick chuckles as Jaron voices the apparently good-natured threat.
He leans his head in a little closer and meets the halfling eye to eye, grins and says, in a firm and confident tone, "Blick".
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Villager Joined: 24 Jul 2010 Posts: 30

Arthos, covered in ale and whatever else was in there, wipes his face off with his plain cotton shirt. His face starts to show his annoyance at the events that happened so far. (In Common) "Excuse me, Raddick and Joran, do either of you see Deves the dwarf in here? He sent a note to my mentor, the Archmage Kaval, that I am needed here," says Arthos, his tone cold and showing signs of restraint. "So here I am, wasting time that I could be using in my studies. So, where is he?"
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Joran leans forward and gives the kobold a gentle pat on the shoulder “There’s a good ol’ boy, even if it doesn’t understand a thing I’m saying.” He raises a hand to his mouth to block Blick from listening as he addresses Raddick “Hope this little friend of yours has got a little more in the ol’ noggin than ‘Blick’ ” He then laughs openly.

Suddenly Joran jumps to his feet and backs away in mock fright of Arthos’s sudden cold and irritated tone “Whoa-ho, seems impatience outweighs niceties, just trying to have a good laugh if you don’t mind. So don’t go getting your robes in a bunch your apprenticeship-dom.” He leans in towards Raddick and, using his hand to mask his speech from certain parties, whispers a private joke to his friend once more “Afraid it’s too late for this ones robes, good and bunched up they are now.” Again he laughs openly.

Joran then turns and in a mock military fashion marches up and down the bar using an open hand upon his brow to gaze out over the room and calling “Devesy you old bastard! Get over here! We got a live one!”. He stops in front of Arthos and addresses him in an enthusiastic tone “Sir! No sign of the stumpy one sir!” He then plops back down on the bar in front of the group and speaks more plainly to Arthos “Honestly pal, just try an’ relax. You won’t want to see that hairy ol’ bastard so soon when you set eyes on him anyways”
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 5:41 pm Post subject: