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 Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 2:16 pm
((psst! whitefang its not zaide, its one of his puppets but its made so you can't tell its a puppet what so ever, it just looks like another fighter to anyone else, a very tall fighter even with a well muscled body xD))
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 2:33 pm
((okay o got ya but still drinks are on me))
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 3:24 am
Zaide Orobus The doors to the tavern burst open, revealing a large siloette of a man around 7 foot tall, his body almost completely blocking the light from outside. As he stepped through his long barbed tail started flicking back and forth, its jet black colour resembling that of a demons flesh. His sharp icy blue eyes scanned around the area before his large combat boots could be heard once more as he made his way to the bar, his uper body was exposed with only a cloak covering his arms and back, the front how ever had many scares but was extremely well muscled and toned. His trousers were also of a jet black with many buckles upon the legs, stopping them from ripping from the large muscles they contained. He finally sat down upon the chair as a sigh would pass his lips. upon his face a larg scar forming an 'x' went over his cheek, left eye and nose. His sight was still available inside his left eye as he would allow his gruff voiced to be heard. "A scotch ... make it a strong one..." He stated as he would await his drinks and possible someone to come over and chat, if not he would simply listen in for any valuable information, he didn't mind either way he just wanted to relax.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 10:50 am
The large male lifted the glass to his nose as it would wrinkle up slightly, taking up the smell of the entoxicating drink as he would allow himself to pour it down his throat. He would place the glass against the surface of the bar, carefully, so to not break or crack the glass, his hand seemed to envelope the glass, once it is inside his hand you can't even tell he's holding a glass apart from the small amount of glass immerged at the top of his grip.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 8:41 am
whitefang decided to order another drink "another please james" whitefang turned to the big bolky guy "so come here often"
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 2:18 am
Sure thingJames poured whitefang another glass,James looked around the room
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 3:19 pm
James walks over to a stool on his side of the bar and after sitting down on it he leans back against the wall and looks around the room at the different people
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 7:18 am
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 1:56 pm
A small voice replies "A shot of absinthe please" from below the bar as Lodemai tries to make herself heard. She suddenly notices the height of Zaide and decides to move further down the bar because she is slightly intimidated.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 2:05 pm
Azazel would allow his icy blue eyes to glaze over the small halfling who seemed to be attempted to request a drink. He wasn't used to the height difference, considering he usually was much larger then most humans at his height of 7 foot tall. He would lean forward slightly making the two rods under his cloak more apparent as he would then pat the stool next to him before speaking in his usual gruff voice. "Take a seat I dont bite." Azazel stated as his lips curled to reveal a rather welcoming smirk. Atlest he tried to he wasn't much for smiling.
His legs seemed to have plenty of length to reach the bar's floor even though to stools usually wouldn't allow it. He would sip his drink once more and look back upon whitefang, kinda wondering why someone who just throw money around but it didn't bother him. under his cloak it was slightly shaded but there was no top upon his torso just scars from many battles that have pasted as he would await to see the reaction of this halfling.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 2:19 pm
Lodemai wonders what to make of such a friendly gesture from a stranger but nonetheless, she clambers onto the stool. She takes in the appearance of this tall figure while desperately willing the immediate arrival of her drink. She is in the mood to forget the past and focus on the future, what better way than to make a new friend.
She smiles warily and asks whereabouts her companion hails from. Lodemai considers the likelihood that any of the scars would reveal dark secrets and comes to the conclusion she will probably never know. Bearing that in mind, she settles down for a friendly chat.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 2:33 pm
Azazel would allow his smirk to remain as she took the seat, finding it somewhat cute how she clambered onto the stool in the firstplace. His lips then closed to a grin as he would lower his head in a nod. his silver strands of hair would fall from his hooded face as he would then bring his head back. the shadow cast upon his face would cover from his nose upward, not allowing the sight of his facial features to be known. All that could be seen under the hood was the pair of icy blue eyes as they gazed upon the halfling.
After seeing the the bartender wasn't available at this point Azazel would lean forward, easily reaching over the bar and grasping a bottle of Absinthe and a shot glass in the other hand. He would then sit back with a thud as he slammed the glass and the bottle infront of the halfling. "Dont worry about paying--" Azazel then lifted his hand and extended his thumb as he would direct it towards the male behind him. "--He's paid for most of the drinks in this place for a while." Azazel stated as he would then allowhis fingers to wrap around te glass once more as he sipped his drink. He then noticed he was begining to run low and woud soon need a refill.
Azazelould shrug and then place his glass back upon the table as he would then look back toward the halfling. He pulled a rather beworldered face as she would question his place of origin. Azazel would then part his lips to speak. "Why right here in Riverrun I'm afraid. You see I'm a Riverrunian by heart and shall always call this my home." Azazel stated as he would then allow his grasp upon the glass to loosen as he would swirl the liquid it contained around slightly, allowing the flavor to perhaps become awakened once again.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 3:02 pm
Lodemai downs the shot, feeling the burning sensation as the absinthe slides down her throat. She proceeds to look into the speaker's eyes and pulls out a couple of coins, firmly placing them on the counter. "I will pay for my own drink if that is alright with him .." motioning towards Whitefang. ".. And thanks for the shot, I need it"
Lodemai displays her approval of his place of origin before telling him of her own hazy, uncertain past. "How has your day been?" she asks, noticing the murky weather outside and desperately trying to change subject.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:21 am
Azazel would nod to the small Halfling as he would rest his fore arms upon the counter top of the bar, his gloved hands seemed to tighten slightly as the metal layers upon the glove would begin to expand. He would lift his left hand and grasp his hood of his cloak a he would pull it back, revealing his mildly long, straight silver hair. upon his face towards his left eye was a scar in the formation of a cross, it seeme like he had been slashed across the face in different directions with a heated weapon. of course it has ad plenty of time to attempt to properly heal but with no remorse.
Azazel would shrug slightly sipping his drink as he would finish the last drop, placing the glass carefully upon the counter top. "My day has been slow, not a lot going on with the defenders gone the place has been quite quiet for the moment. I'm simply waiting for something to break or fall out of place." Azazel stated as it was very true, with the Defenders gone it was quite surprising no new enemies had tried to take control yet and that was what Azazel was waiting for.
Azazel would then look towards the halfling with his icy blue eyes and speak once more in his gruff voice. "I'm Azazel, what would your name be?" Azazel asked trying to get in more friendly terms with this person.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:05 am
 A young woman with dazzling red and black hair cautiously walked through The Tavern doors. She looked in her early 20's, certainly no more than 25 surely. She peered around the large room with her sparkling emerald green eye, taking in every small detail of every person and every item.
She had never before set foot in this place before, being the anti-social that she was. She fiddled with the gear tied around her neck, gulping softly as her delicate fingers traced the outline of it slowly. She daringly took a few short steps to the bar.
Her parents had always told her that bars were for drunkards and gamblers. But this one seemed nice enough. It was quiet. Relaxed even. She looked up unsurely, expecting a menu to be lit-up and welcoming her. She blinked back her confusion and shyly tried to gain the bartenders attention.
"U-Uhm excuse me?"
After a lot of fumbling and confusion, the woman sat down by herself carefully clutching a small glass of whiskey and coke. She had never even tried any other alchohal before, she only remembered her dad giving her a sip of whisky when she was younger.
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