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 Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 7:30 pm
Sure the diminutive man standing in front of her was rather overbearingly audacious but atleast he was charming. She bit her lip unsure what to make of the situation, albeit still smiling. A limerick per se?
"Well...," Karythelia began musingly,"As the hopeless romantic that I am, I'd say I rekindle the fading past, inspire those who drown in the monotony they've lost themselves in, and spread smiles and good cheer." The half elf laughed and twiriled her fingers theatrically again. With a delightfull flourish she brought her hands together, pink lillies blossoming in her hands. She handed them to Gerbo with a smile.
"Of course there's more to the profession but if I told you it might spoil my fun," she said with a wink.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 7:37 pm
-A M P- Gerbo sat across at the bar listening in on Perrian's and Karythelia's conversation. Upon hearinf mention of his name he jumped off his stool and trotted over to where Perrian was sitting. "Now you listen here White Mage... It was not me that insulted her... I merley did a rough mimicization of her, and she went on one of her berzerker rampages... nothing more." Gerbo then coughed a little to clear his throat. "It did seem that she has gotten a little stronger though... A single Fireball didn't take her out like it used too." Gerbo then turned to the lady sitting next to Perrian. "Have we been introduced yet? I can't recall... But just in case I haven't, I'm Gerbo Tosscobble! Legendary Gnomish Sorcerer Extrodinaire, Head Master of the Order of Magic Preservation, and the original creater of the "Machine Gun Magic" style!" Gerbo then stuck out his hand, ready to shake with such a big grin on his face, it seemed to make him close his eyes. "And who are you my half-elven lass?" *Aproaching the table Firu stood behind Gerbo as he spoke* So I guess my atemp on your life is not worth mentioning then...? stare Even tho it was a case of mistaken identity. sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 7:41 pm
"Ah Why thank you m'dear!"
Gerbo squeeled as he took the flowers from Karythelia. With a quick flick, he threw the flowers into the air and begain to mutter words under his breath...
"Arcanumus tirilious et ni suitu Imi Birdo!"
As the words rolled of of his tounge the pink flowers change instantly into pink birds and began flying around madly in the tavern.
"Ha! A little bit of magic in turn for you!"
He said with a wide brimmed smile stretched from ear to ear.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2008 7:50 pm
Perrian chuckled. "Seems like both of you make a good team. You give the flowers and Gerbo makes the birds." Perrian said. "Well, I'll be interested in learning more about you, Karythelia. Maybe in a future quest you may join me? Currently I'm busy for the next many months, but after I finish helping Shiva and do some other stuff with my friends I think I'll be able to go on a quest with you. You, I don't know why, interest me. I've never seen a bard before in my life before meeting you."
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 6:07 pm
Giggling like a child and watching the birds delightedly, her eyes shone. "We're going to have to thow a party sometime," Karythelia grinned. The half elf held out her hand hoping a bird would come to chat.
"Well Perrian, I'd be glad to join you on some adventure some time," she answered cheerfully," And don't worry I'll be doing a lot of sightseeing anyways, so no big hurry... Mmmmm... I do eh? Ah, well to lure in a storyteller or minstrel, I suggest you try to look a little more depressed and miserable. You're bound to have some one come up to you and offer you a song or tale!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 6:57 pm
Perrian nodded. "Ok, have fun on your sightseeing. And, just curious, are you also a storyteller or a minstrel?" He said.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 8:46 pm
Karythelia gave Perrian a quizzical and amused look and flashed him a roguish lopsided smile.
"In my hand I hold a key to days of yesteryears
My voice a guide for those with willing ears
The pen in my hand the scribe for feats of today
Before time must sweep the present away."
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 9:02 pm
Perrian listened to her song, riddle, or whatever that was. He clapped at the end of her talking. "Very interesting to hear. Very nice poem. You make that up yourself?" He asked.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 3:11 pm
Fury looks up from his comfortable seat, surprised to see that he dozed off. Noticing several easily recognizable faces, and few new ones, he tunes in to the discussion.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 3:34 pm
She winced slightly, a tad offended. "Perrian I don't advise you ask that again," the bard pouted, expression darkening faintly,"Some are rather overly proud of their work. But since you aren't too experienced with this, I'll let it slip. Taking rhymes from other lorewrights is, I suppose in a way, sacrilegous. An unwritten, unbreakable code." Karythelia's gaze softened and a warm smile reappeared on her face. "Since I quite like you, I won't ignore you for the rest of your natural life."
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 4:28 pm
"Oh, sorry Karythelia. I didn't know that would insult you. Sorry." Perrian said and sighed. "But thank you for now ignoring me for th rest of my life."
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 5:08 pm
The half elf in turn sighed exasperatedly and rather loudly. " My friend, your listening skills have probably scared away any bard you were likely to have met," Karythelia teased, shaking her head and grinning mischievously.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 6:22 pm
"Oh- I meant not ignoring me for the rest of my life, not now...you know what I meant... a slip up on words. Sorry." Perrian said and chuckled. "Well, ya... you get the point."
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 12:23 am
Shaking his head as he came inside he could tell Perrian was as exasperated and confused as the elvish bard whom sat close by. Recalling he had met her before he decided to hang back and watch, grabbing a drink and sitting at his usual table. "Strange strange days, these."
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 8:09 am
Gerbo laughed at Perrians current perdiciment.
"Ha! You know, us gnomes once had a 100 year war between our clans because of tip of the slounge, if you know what I mean!"
Gerbo then fell to the ground rolling around while grabbing his sides.
"Get it? Tip of the slounge! Thats genious!"
He squeeled as he continued to roll around.
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