OOC: Never piss off a barkeep for they are not subtle in calling in your tab hehe.
IC: The halfling takes in the brands with a sweep of his eyes, he isn't fooled by an appearance of beauty as he's seen far too many beautiful traitors and backstabbers. Not wishing his tavern to be reduced to rubble he lays a small hand on the minotaurs large, muscular arm. "You look troubled my large friend, please, be calm, nothing will hurt you here." The minotaur feels a sudden chill in his arm where he is touched followed by a pleasant warmth that spreads through his body. More voices spring up inside his head, but these are kind, motherly voices calming and soothing him with pleasant words, slowly the voices of treachury die out, soon followed by the kinder voices.
As he does this he looks directly into Sinn'urn's eyes and she (and only she) gets the feeling that he is looking deep into her soul. A shiver runs the length of her spine and she feels the temperature around her drop slightly.
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Rooky
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*The elf lost her concentration on Geldin's brain. It took him a while to return to normal, but it was not enough to clm him down completly. He took a guess it was the whore who came in a few moments ago. Geldin took his chances, removed his greatsword and moved towards her. His eyes were turning...no...*were* blood red with rage. He charged, and stabed the sword into the table, spliting it in half. His muscles were completly tense now, every vein, visible. His eyes stared at the elf, coldly, and with rage...*
- I don't know does this have to do with you...but if it does, I suggest that you first go and look at the remains of the bodies in the alley around the corner, to see what happenes when someone *mind* controls me....
*He pulled his sword out, destroying the remains of the table and walked back to the bar not to happy with his actions. He took a hanfull (his handfull) of gold out, and gave it too the bartender.*
- I hope this will compensate for my actions. I know violence isn't allowed here...or at least I think it isn't. Anyway...sorry again...
*He returned too his drink*
- I don't know does this have to do with you...but if it does, I suggest that you first go and look at the remains of the bodies in the alley around the corner, to see what happenes when someone *mind* controls me....
*He pulled his sword out, destroying the remains of the table and walked back to the bar not to happy with his actions. He took a hanfull (his handfull) of gold out, and gave it too the bartender.*
- I hope this will compensate for my actions. I know violence isn't allowed here...or at least I think it isn't. Anyway...sorry again...
*He returned too his drink*
:3
Nedylenes lips tighten with rage into a thin line. The others may not see through her spell , but she knows full and well what she is dealing with , having cast a bit of magic herself upon the drows entry. She stands up and pulls back her hood, calling out in high drow to the garishly dressed woman seated before her at the destroyed table.
" I came here for a bit of peace and quiet, if its action you are seeking , I can give you some action, but lets take it outside ."
" I came here for a bit of peace and quiet, if its action you are seeking , I can give you some action, but lets take it outside ."
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Unen_Stealthfoot
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OOC: Hey Tyrmer, your going to have to reveal your halfling now. 
Alkemar: *From the halflings amazing feat of strength and his calming of the obviously enraged minotaur Alkemar senses that he is not what he seems. Alkemar casts a true-seeing/discern-true-form spell.*
Xandar: *Is concerned about the course of events that are about to transpire. He walks over to Geldin.* "Are you alright, friend? You looked a bit disoriented for a moment there."
Alkemar: *From the halflings amazing feat of strength and his calming of the obviously enraged minotaur Alkemar senses that he is not what he seems. Alkemar casts a true-seeing/discern-true-form spell.*
Xandar: *Is concerned about the course of events that are about to transpire. He walks over to Geldin.* "Are you alright, friend? You looked a bit disoriented for a moment there."
Life before death
Strength before weakness
Journey before destination
Strength before weakness
Journey before destination
Darith's cold, dead eyes watch as the minotuar gets paranoid, and looks to the drowess at the bar, his sharp eyes having noted the subtle movments to form a spell. She looked too innocent to have any part in it, yet he knew well of drow socity, and knew she could not possibly be as innocent as she appeared.
He watches as the halfling seems to subdue the spell's effects, and then stares at the drowess. Then, as the minotuar regains himself and attacks the table in a rage, glaring at the drow, he utters a word and gets ready to cast, still in full-plate, should the minotuar get out of hand.
He smiled to himself slightly, a dead smile, knowing how the drow lady had attempted to disrupt the order. All the while relying on his ears to hear should the male drow near him move, his left hand still griping his half unsheathed scimitar.
[color=indigo:r1y8qzxa]Liera notices the sudden change in the rooms atmosphere, the abrupt tension. She looks around the room, wondering who had caused it. She twisted in her chair to see the few behind her.
She jumps slightly as the minotuar leaps up and rushes the table, splintering it brutaly, glad she wasn't on his bad side.... as far as she knew.
"What was that all about?" She asks the large beast quietly as he retakes his seat.[/color:r1y8qzxa]
He watches as the halfling seems to subdue the spell's effects, and then stares at the drowess. Then, as the minotuar regains himself and attacks the table in a rage, glaring at the drow, he utters a word and gets ready to cast, still in full-plate, should the minotuar get out of hand.
He smiled to himself slightly, a dead smile, knowing how the drow lady had attempted to disrupt the order. All the while relying on his ears to hear should the male drow near him move, his left hand still griping his half unsheathed scimitar.
[color=indigo:r1y8qzxa]Liera notices the sudden change in the rooms atmosphere, the abrupt tension. She looks around the room, wondering who had caused it. She twisted in her chair to see the few behind her.
She jumps slightly as the minotuar leaps up and rushes the table, splintering it brutaly, glad she wasn't on his bad side.... as far as she knew.
"What was that all about?" She asks the large beast quietly as he retakes his seat.[/color:r1y8qzxa]
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Rooky
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*Geldin was still a bit pissed of, but he managed to clam himself completly. His eyes were gaining the soft brownish color they ussualy have*
- *khm* Don't mind me... I eh...should possibly stay of the bottle for a while...*khm*
*Geldin to himself: Why am I hearing voices again? That's it, I'm going on a vacation, this is too musch for me...maybe a tropical island or something....
*Waves to the bartender*
- Got any tea?
- *khm* Don't mind me... I eh...should possibly stay of the bottle for a while...*khm*
*Geldin to himself: Why am I hearing voices again? That's it, I'm going on a vacation, this is too musch for me...maybe a tropical island or something....
*Waves to the bartender*
- Got any tea?
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Tyrmer
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OOC: Hehe, would have been more fun if an evil person had cast detect good, goodbye eyeballs.
IC: As Alkemar looks at the halfling with his spell sight he sees him exactly the same but in gleaming white robes with a great light around him. "Do not worry good Sirrah and yes I have tea." He potters into the kitchen and returns with some sweet smelling herbal tea. He passes back the gold Geldin gave him before minus a single coin for the tea. "Do not mind the table, it is replaceable." He picks up the pieces of the table and removes them to the back room, he brings over a spare from an unoccupied corner. Suddenly the door bursts open with a blast of cold air and rain. A large figure stands in the doorway, it comes forwards and takes down its hood revealing a golden haired human woman.
IC: As Alkemar looks at the halfling with his spell sight he sees him exactly the same but in gleaming white robes with a great light around him. "Do not worry good Sirrah and yes I have tea." He potters into the kitchen and returns with some sweet smelling herbal tea. He passes back the gold Geldin gave him before minus a single coin for the tea. "Do not mind the table, it is replaceable." He picks up the pieces of the table and removes them to the back room, he brings over a spare from an unoccupied corner. Suddenly the door bursts open with a blast of cold air and rain. A large figure stands in the doorway, it comes forwards and takes down its hood revealing a golden haired human woman.
Titles:
Master of the Lady's Dances
Recoverer of the Tome of Moonlight
Scribe of the Dark Maiden's Temple
High Priest of the Church of Rooky
Master of the Lady's Dances
Recoverer of the Tome of Moonlight
Scribe of the Dark Maiden's Temple
High Priest of the Church of Rooky
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Ssin'urn Streea
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[quote="Tyrmer":qmtv3uf7]As he does this he looks directly into Sinn'urn's eyes and she (and only she) gets the feeling that he is looking deep into her soul. A shiver runs the length of her spine and she feels the temperature around her drop slightly.[/quote:qmtv3uf7]
[font=garamond:qmtv3uf7][b:qmtv3uf7][i:qmtv3uf7][color=indigo:qmtv3uf7]If he were indeed looking into her soul he would find a vast darkness void of fear and filled with images of violence and death. The sensation of cold does not appear to have much of an effect on her.
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[quote="Rooky":qmtv3uf7]*The elf lost her concentration on Geldin's brain. It took him a while to return to normal, but it was not enough to calm him down completly. He took a guess it was the whore who came in a few moments ago. Geldin took his chances, removed his greatsword and moved towards her. His eyes were turning...no...*were* blood red with rage. He charged, and stabed the sword into the table, spliting it in half. His muscles were completly tense now, every vein, visible. His eyes stared at the elf, coldly, and with rage...*
- I don't know does this have to do with you...but if it does, I suggest that you first go and look at the remains of the bodies in the alley around the corner, to see what happenes when someone *mind* controls me....
*He pulled his sword out, destroying the remains of the table and walked back to the bar not to happy with his actions. [/quote:qmtv3uf7]
[font=garamond:qmtv3uf7][b:qmtv3uf7][i:qmtv3uf7][color=indigo:qmtv3uf7]She ponders the typical headstrong behavior coupled, with violent rage. The dark elven woman is impressed with his lack of shame and habitual disposition to disobedience and opposition. Well to be expected from a minotaur. They make excellent slaves for manual labor.
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[quote="Nedylene":qmtv3uf7]Nedylenes lips tighten with rage into a thin line. The others may not see through her spell , but she knows full and well what she is dealing with , having cast a bit of magic herself upon the drows entry. She stands up and pulls back her hood, calling out in high drow to the garishly dressed woman seated before her at the destroyed table.
" I came here for a bit of peace and quiet, if its action you are seeking , I can give you some action, but lets take it outside ."[/quote:qmtv3uf7]
[font=garamond:qmtv3uf7][b:qmtv3uf7][i:qmtv3uf7][color=indigo:qmtv3uf7]The beautiful Drow narrows her lilac eyes to mere slits and smiles, holding back the impulse to laugh at the dark elf girl's comment. The fiendish serpents of her whip hiss in turn as if they too found something amusing. Ssin'urn Streea gives her no audience. The little girl may speak in High Drow but her manner reflects a lack of proper training, resembling that of a common "name not worth mentioning" from the slumstreets.
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[quote="Velve":qmtv3uf7]Darith's cold, dead eyes watch as the minotuar gets paranoid, and looks to the drowess at the bar, his sharp eyes having noted the subtle movments to form a spell. She looked too innocent to have any part in it, yet he knew well of drow socity, and knew she could not possibly be as innocent as she appeared.
He watches as the halfling seems to subdue the spell's effects, and then stares at the drowess. Then, as the minotuar regains himself and attacks the table in a rage, glaring at the drow, he utters a word and gets ready to cast, still in full-plate, should the minotuar get out of hand.
He smiled to himself slightly, a dead smile, knowing how the drow lady had attempted to disrupt the order. All the while relying on his ears to hear should the male drow near him move, his left hand still griping his half unsheathed scimitar.[/quote:qmtv3uf7]
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The dark elven woman remains quiet,glancing upon the reflection of the Drow male in her empty glass. She traces her fingertips along the rim, in contemplation. Her pale lilac eyes, faceted within long white lashes, are sparked with red. Her full lips naturally curve in a small pout as she patiently waits to be properly served her wine.
[/color:qmtv3uf7][/size:qmtv3uf7][/i:qmtv3uf7][/b:qmtv3uf7][/font:qmtv3uf7]
[font=garamond:qmtv3uf7][b:qmtv3uf7][i:qmtv3uf7][color=indigo:qmtv3uf7]If he were indeed looking into her soul he would find a vast darkness void of fear and filled with images of violence and death. The sensation of cold does not appear to have much of an effect on her.
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[quote="Rooky":qmtv3uf7]*The elf lost her concentration on Geldin's brain. It took him a while to return to normal, but it was not enough to calm him down completly. He took a guess it was the whore who came in a few moments ago. Geldin took his chances, removed his greatsword and moved towards her. His eyes were turning...no...*were* blood red with rage. He charged, and stabed the sword into the table, spliting it in half. His muscles were completly tense now, every vein, visible. His eyes stared at the elf, coldly, and with rage...*
- I don't know does this have to do with you...but if it does, I suggest that you first go and look at the remains of the bodies in the alley around the corner, to see what happenes when someone *mind* controls me....
*He pulled his sword out, destroying the remains of the table and walked back to the bar not to happy with his actions. [/quote:qmtv3uf7]
[font=garamond:qmtv3uf7][b:qmtv3uf7][i:qmtv3uf7][color=indigo:qmtv3uf7]She ponders the typical headstrong behavior coupled, with violent rage. The dark elven woman is impressed with his lack of shame and habitual disposition to disobedience and opposition. Well to be expected from a minotaur. They make excellent slaves for manual labor.
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[quote="Nedylene":qmtv3uf7]Nedylenes lips tighten with rage into a thin line. The others may not see through her spell , but she knows full and well what she is dealing with , having cast a bit of magic herself upon the drows entry. She stands up and pulls back her hood, calling out in high drow to the garishly dressed woman seated before her at the destroyed table.
" I came here for a bit of peace and quiet, if its action you are seeking , I can give you some action, but lets take it outside ."[/quote:qmtv3uf7]
[font=garamond:qmtv3uf7][b:qmtv3uf7][i:qmtv3uf7][color=indigo:qmtv3uf7]The beautiful Drow narrows her lilac eyes to mere slits and smiles, holding back the impulse to laugh at the dark elf girl's comment. The fiendish serpents of her whip hiss in turn as if they too found something amusing. Ssin'urn Streea gives her no audience. The little girl may speak in High Drow but her manner reflects a lack of proper training, resembling that of a common "name not worth mentioning" from the slumstreets.
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[quote="Velve":qmtv3uf7]Darith's cold, dead eyes watch as the minotuar gets paranoid, and looks to the drowess at the bar, his sharp eyes having noted the subtle movments to form a spell. She looked too innocent to have any part in it, yet he knew well of drow socity, and knew she could not possibly be as innocent as she appeared.
He watches as the halfling seems to subdue the spell's effects, and then stares at the drowess. Then, as the minotuar regains himself and attacks the table in a rage, glaring at the drow, he utters a word and gets ready to cast, still in full-plate, should the minotuar get out of hand.
He smiled to himself slightly, a dead smile, knowing how the drow lady had attempted to disrupt the order. All the while relying on his ears to hear should the male drow near him move, his left hand still griping his half unsheathed scimitar.[/quote:qmtv3uf7]
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The dark elven woman remains quiet,glancing upon the reflection of the Drow male in her empty glass. She traces her fingertips along the rim, in contemplation. Her pale lilac eyes, faceted within long white lashes, are sparked with red. Her full lips naturally curve in a small pout as she patiently waits to be properly served her wine.
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~ Don't Close Your Eyes ~
A small furry head pops out by the side of the golden haired lady's leg, then squeezes past to reveal itself a small cat. Its fur is white, save its paws, tail, ears and small face, which is a bluey grey. Its face is somewhat odd, looking almost squished, a very small snout. Its large grey eyes look around the room curiously, and something about its manner seems to indicate it doesn't know the meaning of fear.
OOC: Sorry, as I was looking on the forums my cat came up to me, sat on my lap and stared at me. I couldn't help but bring her into something
OOC: Sorry, as I was looking on the forums my cat came up to me, sat on my lap and stared at me. I couldn't help but bring her into something
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Ssin'urn Streea
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[quote="Nedylene":222gtyqa]Nedylene laughs at the drows dismissal.
She calls out again in high drow,
"Little I call what you think of me , but keep in mind, I know who and what you are , and Above Ground as we are , I can make things uncomfortable for you."[/quote:222gtyqa]
[font=garamond:222gtyqa][b:222gtyqa][i:222gtyqa][color=indigo:222gtyqa]The beautiful Drow's fine featured face remains calm and serene as she softspokenly speaks to the child.
"Uk nindel k'lararl a lu'unbuwune xuil natha malar nindel 'udtila naut wund'akh ulu ukta, zhah saph uss nindel plynn natha draegloth a l'har."
(He that passes by and interferes with strife not belonging to him, is like one that takes a [url=http://www.rolroyce.com/imagen/MMonstru ... g:222gtyqa]draegloth[/url:222gtyqa] by the ears.)
She sets her empty glass down on the bar with another
sigh escaping her voluptuous dark lips. She was
growing quite disgusted with the lack of service and trifling company. Pale lilac eyes faceted within long white lashes look back to her inquister. Ssin'urn Streea further ads to her reply in a dry, matter of fact tone of voice,
"Ele xun dos degahr uns'aa? Zhah nindol fuer'yon reliq dosst m'ranndii xor uss d'dosst serisen?"
(Why do you trouble me? Is the beastial savage your mate or just one of your many lovers?)
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She calls out again in high drow,
"Little I call what you think of me , but keep in mind, I know who and what you are , and Above Ground as we are , I can make things uncomfortable for you."[/quote:222gtyqa]
[font=garamond:222gtyqa][b:222gtyqa][i:222gtyqa][color=indigo:222gtyqa]The beautiful Drow's fine featured face remains calm and serene as she softspokenly speaks to the child.
"Uk nindel k'lararl a lu'unbuwune xuil natha malar nindel 'udtila naut wund'akh ulu ukta, zhah saph uss nindel plynn natha draegloth a l'har."
(He that passes by and interferes with strife not belonging to him, is like one that takes a [url=http://www.rolroyce.com/imagen/MMonstru ... g:222gtyqa]draegloth[/url:222gtyqa] by the ears.)
She sets her empty glass down on the bar with another
sigh escaping her voluptuous dark lips. She was
growing quite disgusted with the lack of service and trifling company. Pale lilac eyes faceted within long white lashes look back to her inquister. Ssin'urn Streea further ads to her reply in a dry, matter of fact tone of voice,
"Ele xun dos degahr uns'aa? Zhah nindol fuer'yon reliq dosst m'ranndii xor uss d'dosst serisen?"
(Why do you trouble me? Is the beastial savage your mate or just one of your many lovers?)
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~ Don't Close Your Eyes ~
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Tyrmer
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OOC: It doesn't hurt that his words are laced with a small (whatever) calm emotions spell, don't even bother arguing spell resistance or saves!
The halfling sighs and puts down what he is doing. "Ok good Sirrahs and Mistresses, if you could please see your way to letting these little scufuffles drop I'd be much appreciative of it." He turns to Geldin. "I know the good lady drow has not been the most social of folks but there really was no need to call her a stripper." He turns to Sinn'urn. "I know he wasn't being very courteous to your Ladyship but there really was no need to win dhim up quite so." He noticeably makes o mention of the spell, Sinn'urn can tell that the issue seems to have been completely dropped. He then addresses the other patrons. "That goes for the rest of your good selves, I'd rather that we didn't have to be nasty to each other quite so."
The halfling sighs and puts down what he is doing. "Ok good Sirrahs and Mistresses, if you could please see your way to letting these little scufuffles drop I'd be much appreciative of it." He turns to Geldin. "I know the good lady drow has not been the most social of folks but there really was no need to call her a stripper." He turns to Sinn'urn. "I know he wasn't being very courteous to your Ladyship but there really was no need to win dhim up quite so." He noticeably makes o mention of the spell, Sinn'urn can tell that the issue seems to have been completely dropped. He then addresses the other patrons. "That goes for the rest of your good selves, I'd rather that we didn't have to be nasty to each other quite so."
Titles:
Master of the Lady's Dances
Recoverer of the Tome of Moonlight
Scribe of the Dark Maiden's Temple
High Priest of the Church of Rooky
Master of the Lady's Dances
Recoverer of the Tome of Moonlight
Scribe of the Dark Maiden's Temple
High Priest of the Church of Rooky
" I spoke up because I had no desire to return to the cold and damp outdoors , which would have been the natural result of a batch of spell slinging and sword swinging.( ooc..try saying that 3 times fast) .
Nedylene sits back down, drawing her hood back up, and pulls a leather bound book , a pot of ink and a quill from her pack. She lays them out before her and starts writing something.
Nedylene sits back down, drawing her hood back up, and pulls a leather bound book , a pot of ink and a quill from her pack. She lays them out before her and starts writing something.
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Unen_Stealthfoot
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OOC: Ssin, could you specify [i:2ykw2s3o]which[/i:2ykw2s3o] drow male you mean? My wizard (Alkemar) or my warrior (Xandar)?
Alkemar: His eyes widen as he looks at the halfling through magical eyes and realizes what it is he is looking at. He puts his wand away and sits down with something of a thump and sits there looking like he's in a state of shock.
Xandar: Sees his brother's expression, but has no idea how to react to it, since he has never seen that expression on his brother's face before. "Are you all right, Alkemar?"
Alkemar: His eyes widen as he looks at the halfling through magical eyes and realizes what it is he is looking at. He puts his wand away and sits down with something of a thump and sits there looking like he's in a state of shock.
Xandar: Sees his brother's expression, but has no idea how to react to it, since he has never seen that expression on his brother's face before. "Are you all right, Alkemar?"
Life before death
Strength before weakness
Journey before destination
Strength before weakness
Journey before destination
The small cat wanders further into the room, its big eyes wide as it looks around with a look of pure innocence, totaly oblivious to any quarels that had been going on.
It plods its way to the minotuar and puts its front paws on the leg of the chair, on its hind legs as it looks up at the beast fearlessly and inquisitivly, then lets out a small meow that almost pleads for attention.
It plods its way to the minotuar and puts its front paws on the leg of the chair, on its hind legs as it looks up at the beast fearlessly and inquisitivly, then lets out a small meow that almost pleads for attention.