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 Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 1:53 pm
*Al stood on an upside down bucket & peered through a window of the Tavern and noticed Bard was not in sight.
He entered the Tavern hoping to get his furry lips around i nice mug of an irish whisky without getting caught.*
(Al has a drinking problem)
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 2:16 pm
*Roan sat up from behind the table she'd been working at as Alundren enetred. She hadnt realised she'd fallen asleep, but on seeing the dwarf and knowing he was the Bard's friend, Roan stood up, crossed the short distance between herself and the short man and using her considerable strength, lifted him from the floor by his collar until his nose was level with hers*
Boo.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 2:34 pm
*Als feet kicked the air as he was lifted several feet form the ground he adjusted his lenses and then let out a cackle*
Ive heard of a pickup line but this is rediculous gya hahahah
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 3:38 pm
Very funny, dwarf.
*Roan carried him over the table and set him down in a seat, apparently not noticing the weight behind the stocky little man*
I want to talk to you. Get comfy.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 3:45 pm
*Al rested his hammer down by his side then ruffled around until his body comfortably moulded around the seat.*
whats botherin ye lass ?
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 3:50 pm
Lady. not Lass. Roan for preference.
*Roan kicked her boots up onto the table, staring between the crossed black leather behemoths at Alundren*
Whats your name, dwarf? And how did you come to know the half-fish?
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 3:57 pm
Arright Roan *Al's thick Scottish sounding accent shone through*
Me names Alundren , or Al for short. Me an the singin jazz Salmon met in the forbidden forest not too long ago.
*Al snorted as if he had something lodged up his nostrils*
and ye know him too no doubt.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 4:03 pm
singing.. jazz... salmon...
*Roan fought back a grin at that and nodded*
yeah, I know the little b*****d, and now I want to knoe everything you know about him. From the start. Im already aware of WHO he is... and what he is. Now I wish to know about his behaviour patterns, weaknessess, and those damnable lutes and voice of his. I suggest you tell me all you know if you wish to continue to be able to partake of the odd tipple.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 12:33 pm
Well, his Lutes and Voice are an ancient power. He's from an ancient race y'see and a strong one at that too which is why hes so strong. His Dark powers such as mind reading and mind posession come form his fathers side.
His weakness is his own cockyness. The damn kid seems to think he has all the power in the world when things seem to lean to his favour.
As for his behaviour, i blame it on his hormones...
*Al chuckled as his hands fondled his hammer, then curiosity struck him*
Why did ye wanna know ? are ye plotting some devillish shceme, id watch out if i were you lass that boy has forbidden powers that are deadlier than ye think.
*Al's tongue rolled the R's in his words and 'ooed' his 'o's *
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 2:16 pm
*Roan nodded, then scowled at the last comment*
DONT you talk to me about forbidden power and strength. He's no match for me, no matter who his dad happens to be.
*Electric flashed beneath Roan's skin as she spoke, her eyes turning white*
How do you supress his mind control? You must know a way. I;d hate to have to fry the boy.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 2:19 pm
Hmm well you could wear a silly hat like me. Apart from that i have no idea.
Soz luv.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 2:23 pm
*Roan glared at Al*
You're bleeding useless you are. How the hell am I supposed to get that damn fish out of my head?!
...
Tell me more about his lutes. And about his attitude. Just how cocky is he, and about what?
*Roan went from angry growling to sly purring in an instant, resting her chin on the back of her hand as she grinned at Al, her fangs showing*
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 2:31 pm
What aboot his lutes ? they are made of an ancient material which was supposedly used by powerful Sirens, his was just shaped as a lute instead of a harp or whatever. As for the black one i have ne idea, it seems demonic, it looks demonic so maybe its from the underworld.
He's cocky about everything really. You must of seen him with a devilish smile on him.
*Al took his glasses of his face and rubbed a smudge from them*
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 2:33 pm
*Roan sighed. Dwarves were so.. cluless when it came to humans.. it seemed that stretched to Sirens and the undead too. She just wasnt going to get what she wanted out of Al*
Bloody dwarves... help yourself to the drink I guess, but for chrissakes leave SOMETHING for the rest of us.
*Standing up, Roan walked away from the table to go and brood in the opposite corner of the bar, the occasional flash of electric passing under her skin, serving only to reveal the deep red her eyes now settled into*
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 2:39 pm
EVENING !
*The tavern doors slammed shut, Bard stood directly infront of them and raised his hands towards Roan.
He made two gun shapes with his fingers then jolted them forwards.
(( OCELOT STYLE ))
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