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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 3:21 pm
(Sill a bid edgy, Grungroll had a feeling this was a bit too easy..)"if you dont mind sir, i may just get a couple of hours of sleep, and ill keep watch outside for rest of the night, I have been feeling..uneasy..." (begins to take off the heavy armor before his nap )
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 7:13 pm
"Whatever takes yer fancy," the mayor says, nodding before he leaves.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 10:09 pm
Mary-Anne follows the dwarf up to their rooms.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 11:20 pm
Faust is downstairs at the bar, his smile gone and is replaced by a look of pure sorrow. biggrin "Bartender, if it's no bother. I know this may not seem very priestly of me, but please give me the strongest ale you got. I don't care if it can kill a man, just give me it. I have some new memories I'd rather forget, as a few new failure to wash away before I can continue with my life crying . After about thirty shots of your strongest and I'm still alive and/or awake leave a pot of tea next to me." biggrin With that Faust buries his head in his hands for a bit.
((YA, FOR MORE CHARACTER DEVELOPEMENT!! 3nodding 4laugh ))
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 11:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 6:17 am
Myst followed the dwarf to the party's rooms.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 11:53 am
((Glo, Faust is still at the tavern. And it's nappy time, yay!))
The dwarf talks in a deep, boisterous voice as he leads you to the rooms, his heavy boots clumping along the floor, a heavy thud with each step. The floor creak, threatening to shatter right under you. How dangerous...
Finally, after leading you to the very end of the hallway, he opens a wide, simple wooden door to his left. The room is somewhat wide, but still a little small. In each corner is a bed, with the door being in the center of the wall as you step through. There is one window centered at the wall to the right. Outside, in the bright shine of the moonlight, you see nothing but lonely trees, swaying in the night breeze. At the wall directly across from you is a small nightstand with a lit candle upon it. The flame dances ever so gracefully, giving off a warm glow.
As you near the bed, you notice the simplistic design, just like the rest of this inn. Luckily, the sheets smell of a fresh wash, a light pine scent mingles with the air about you. The beds are soft and comfortable, welcoming a great night's sleep. The pillows are the same way, another graceful gesture to dream land.
"Here's your rooms for the night!" The dwarf nods his head. "Goodnight," and before you can respond, he closes the door behind himself, and you hear his heavy boots trail off into the distance, going back towards the front of the inn.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 11:59 am
The waiter cocks an eyebrow at Fautst. "Well, if you say so..." He reaches behind the bar, pulling out a mug and a large glass of whatever. He pours it slowly then slides the glass over to you. "Enjoy," he murmurs, leaving the bottle on the counter. "Only people with a death wish want this stuff..." He says, trudging away to clean more glasses.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 12:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 12:22 pm
After leaning his staff and crossbow against the wall, Caravil steps out of his sandals, then takes his cloak, equipment belt, and backpack off. He then slips out of his robe, revealing his suit of worn studded leather armor underneath. Unstrapping the leather from his body, he sets it in a neat pile near his bed. Wearing nothing but a pair of linen breeches and his holy symbol, the hardy-looking Caravil, who has a bushy brown beard and matching chest hair, gets into bed. In a few moments, he is asleep.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 4:10 pm
((Whee hee hee! heart This is SO much fun! heart ))
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 9:24 pm
Reaching for the mug Faust's hands closes around. Pick it up and putting it near his mouth, Faust a small noice coming from the cup. Before he can take a drink the bottom falls out and the drink spills all over the floor. biggrin "I get the picture. Forgive me, seems your drink was too strong for the cup. If I may a weaker that I can drink. And may I have a rag to clean this mess?" biggrin
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 9:29 pm
( waking after a nap, goes for his watch out side )
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 9:46 pm
Mary-Anne settles down to get a good night's sleep.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 9:55 pm
(( should I roll a spot/ listen check for my watch? ))
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