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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 24, 2016 21:44:17 GMT -4
He nods finishing his drink and food and lights his pipe once more. He takes a few puffs and strokes his mustache." i have heard of this kingdom. Very strong people. I hail from the lands of Andor far to the east. There i was what is known as a gleaman a singer of songs and tales you call these people bards in your lands." he takes a puff and gestures towards his cloak" A gleaman can be identified by there many patched colorful cloaks like mine. Your bard in these lands do not seem as.... as enthusiastic as are gleaman"
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 21:52:45 GMT -4
He nods finishing his drink and food and lights his pipe once more. He takes a few puffs and strokes his mustache." i have heard of this kingdom. Very strong people. I hail from the lands of Andor far to the east. There i was what is known as a gleaman a singer of songs and tales you call these people bards in your lands." he takes a puff and gestures towards his cloak" A gleaman can be identified by there many patched colorful cloaks like mine. Your bard in these lands do not seem as.... as enthusiastic as are gleaman" He smiles to himself, showing his teeth. "Our bards are called chanters, they sing songs of war, victory and triumph. Deep singing and many drums. Renowned bards accompany the Scales into battle, and inspire them. Traveling with a Scale is an enormous honor." He looks into the distance as he gulps down his morning coffee.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 24, 2016 22:01:11 GMT -4
"I have much respect for those how will boldly march into the heart of battle." he flicks his wrist and what seems like magic a wicked looking dagger appears in his hands. he grins devilishly" I respect them but i myself prefer the more subtle means of combat" with another flick the daggers disappears.
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 22:10:35 GMT -4
"I have much respect for those how will boldly march into the heart of battle." he flicks his wrist and what seems like magic a wicked looking dagger appears in his hands. he grins devilishly" I respect them but i myself prefer the more subtle means of combat" with another flick the daggers disappears. His eyes widen for a moment. "So you are no stranger to combat then?"
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Post by Horgrim Bryver on Jan 24, 2016 22:15:38 GMT -4
The gnome seems slightly unimpressed by the bard's bladed flick of the wrist. But is too intrigued by the elven girl, clearly shown as he was nibbling almost anxiously on bits if bread and sipping at the coffee the kind Keylen had brought for him. However, feeling as if he had missed something, and the girl clearly had quite some more time before she would wake, he turned to the bard and Dragonborn at the mention of glorious combat.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 24, 2016 22:30:03 GMT -4
"I have much respect for those how will boldly march into the heart of battle." he flicks his wrist and what seems like magic a wicked looking dagger appears in his hands. he grins devilishly" I respect them but i myself prefer the more subtle means of combat" with another flick the daggers disappears. His eyes widen for a moment. "So you are no stranger to combat then?" "I have seen my far share of a combat of a sort. i prefer to not be seen and never fight fair" he chuckles " how do you think i got to the ripe age of 47"
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Post by Horgrim Bryver on Jan 24, 2016 22:54:46 GMT -4
The gnome stifles a chuckle at the bard's inquiry. "Why I was just casting my first Mage Hand at that age. Y'know I might be able to tinker with that hidden blade of yours a bit and make it quite a powerful weapon..." A glimmer of inventive excitement shone in his eyes.
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 24, 2016 23:07:49 GMT -4
The Dragonborn looks to the Gnome. "And what might your story be little one?"
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 24, 2016 23:29:06 GMT -4
The gnome stifles a chuckle at the bard's inquiry. "Why I was just casting my first Mage Hand at that age. Y'know I might be able to tinker with that hidden blade of yours a bit and make it quite a powerful weapon..." A glimmer of inventive excitement shone in his eyes. He eyes the gnome and smirks and with a flick the blade is in his hand. he hands him the blade." As you can see it is just a normal blade and" he pulls up his sleeves" i have no contraption just a matter of dexterity".
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Jan 25, 2016 6:44:57 GMT -4
Subtly, you notice the elf begin to stir. Her face -almost entirely rid of it's scrapes and signs of injury- twists into a look of dismay as her head moves slightly and muscles twitch. Her body seems to be fighting the dormancy that so forcefully holds it, though her expression shows she is trying to escape something else.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 25, 2016 10:08:53 GMT -4
Noticing the elf starting to move and wake up he grabs a steaming mug from the table and kneels next to her"don't worry lass your safe. Don't try to move you were hurt pretty bad last night . Here" he hands her the hot mug of tea.
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 25, 2016 14:27:23 GMT -4
In walks a dwarf wearing a white and gold robes carrying a thurible that is emitting smoke with a pleasant odor. The group looks up so see where the smell is coming from they see the dwarf with a thick red bread and a bald head but there eyes are drawn to a branded mark on his forehead that has long sinced healed. "It seems that a healer is needed hear or is my god wrong?"
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 25, 2016 14:36:07 GMT -4
I nod at the dwarf and wave hin over and offer a mug of ale" this kind dragonborn used his healing in her last night but it will always good to have a second look in the morning" I stand up and stretch" I don't think I have introduced myself to any of one" I sweep into a bow" I am Tom Marilyn traveling gleaman what your would call bard in your lands"
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 25, 2016 15:31:22 GMT -4
I nod at the dwarf and wave hin over and offer a mug of ale" this kind dragonborn used his healing in her last night but it will always good to have a second look in the morning" I stand up and stretch" I don't think I have introduced myself to any of one" I sweep into a bow" I am Tom Marilyn traveling gleaman what your would call bard in your lands" "I could take a look if it is okay with you all" ... "oh I'm know as Mod and I follow my god Ilmater, his teaching are what allowed me to become healer of those who need my help."
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 25, 2016 15:55:18 GMT -4
"Well met Mod healer of Ilmater. thank you for your aid" He sits back down with my pipe casting looks at the small gathering at the fire."My want an odd group that has gathered" a thoughtful look comes over his face and then a frown of worry. Under his breath barely heard"I hope no one here is Tavearin" taking
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