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Post by DM Zach on Nov 4, 2016 21:03:54 GMT -4
A rather interesting dwarf wanders through the crowds. "Layella! Arbiter Layella!? Anyone know a Layella?!! Long dark hair! Uses a bow!? Any o' you sorry sods know who I'm talking about?!"  |
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Post by Mod Everstache on Nov 4, 2016 21:31:19 GMT -4
Pulling his face up off the one of the only unbroken tables whips his face with one hand shouts "Iye she is over here". He proceeds to grab the elf sitting next to him by the hair lifting there head of the table as well and squints his eyes to see their face. It is not Layella and not even a women and he goes "OP I spoke soon" he drops the mans head back on the table as well as his own.
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A Courier
Nov 4, 2016 21:41:24 GMT -4
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Post by Autumn Oakmill on Nov 4, 2016 21:41:24 GMT -4
One of the few party members who controlled her drinking during he festivities, autumn suddenly appears unbeknownst to anyone behind the coutier and whispers "why are you looking?"
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A Courier
Nov 4, 2016 21:45:02 GMT -4
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Post by Dain on Nov 4, 2016 21:45:02 GMT -4
Dain lazily lifts his head scoffs at the elven food and then saunters off to find his compatriot layella, and his pants.
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