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Post by Spec the Damned on Sept 2, 2004 13:22:37 GMT -5
The darkly man stands up and walks casually toward the bar, in a position behind the men, not looking in their direction, but keeping them in the corner of his eye. When he reaches the bar he turns, leans on the bar, and watches the men from behind showing no emotion or the slightest interest, keeping himself wrapped within his cloak.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 2, 2004 15:58:24 GMT -5
<-- To Spec the Damned only -->
The bartender walks up to Spec while cleaning a glass
What'll it be, cutter?
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Post by Spec the Damned on Sept 2, 2004 17:48:21 GMT -5
"Baatorian Ale"
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 2, 2004 19:30:52 GMT -5
<-- To Spec the Damned only -->
You got it, cutter. That's 2 stingers. said the bartender, filling up a mug and waiting for Spec to pay.
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Post by Spec the Damned on Sept 3, 2004 0:24:54 GMT -5
A hand appears from out of the cloak dropping two coins on the counter. He picks up the mug and faces the "show" taking a swig without taking his eyes off the scene.
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K'Zan
Squire
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Post by K'Zan on Sept 4, 2004 11:38:52 GMT -5
A dour Githzerai dressed in a dusty black robe enters the tavern. He makes for the bar, before spotting the three swarthy, belligerent barflies; quickly he changes direction, and heads for a quiet table off in the corner.
There K'Zan sits, watching the Clueless go by.
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Post by Arcaneye on Sept 4, 2004 15:00:56 GMT -5
~Its practically impossible to not get caught up in something in this damned bar...which makes me wonder...Why do I come here?~
Raising an eyebrow at the Modron, he sighs, chugs the rest of his drink and gets up. Taking a few seconds to talk himself into walking over there instead of just leaving this place, he then heads over to the Modron and looks at him.
Not sitting down as of yet, he waits to hear what he has to say and if it is worth him not going out right now and go kill some Partitioners and low class Batezuu in Baator...
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Kaygor
Peasant
Rogue Modron
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Post by Kaygor on Sept 4, 2004 15:54:24 GMT -5
Sit down, blood said the Modron impassionately.
He continues, switching to Baatorian common
I have a job for you
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K'Zan
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Post by K'Zan on Sept 4, 2004 17:07:51 GMT -5
Absent-mindedly, K'Zan raises a hand to signal to a nearby barmaid, his eyes never leaving the spectacle unfolding before him.
'Excuse me. I shall order drink now.'
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 5, 2004 1:36:53 GMT -5
<-- To K'Zan only -->
An extremely skinny, blue-skinned barmaid with short white hair runs through the bar, jumping over a drunk laying on the floor. She stops by K'zan's table.
Hate to lan ye, cutter, but this table ere's 'or the Red Death. I'd say you'd best head to the bar 'afore they get here. she says
Though we are always in the mood to see a berk get lost around here for taking some cake. she adds with a devlish smile What'll it be?
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K'Zan
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Post by K'Zan on Sept 6, 2004 5:55:29 GMT -5
'Elemental water, if you please.'
A confrontation would be undesirable. K'Zan leaves his table and walks off to one side, standing half in the shadows with his back to the wall.
'May I stand here, or is this spot reserved also?'
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Selenya
Squire
Planeshifter
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Post by Selenya on Sept 6, 2004 8:02:44 GMT -5
The woman retreated a few more steps backwards, trying to keep the distance between herself and drunken men…
[OOC:]
I will try to keep at least 15 ft. distance between myself and drunken men; if they get closer then that, I am going to stop all attempts of negotiations, and cast a spell.
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”I am sorry to say, but I have other important businesses I must attend to.” The woman said, realizing how weak it sounded only as the words escaped her mouth.
”I am a mage.” The woman continued, realizing the other approach will probably work better here. ”If you insist, I will have to protect myself, and I don’t want anybody in here to get hurt.”
The woman said the last sentence loudly enough for most people in the tavern, including the trio of officially-looking men, to hear her. The woman doesn’t not know if the trio of officially-looking men are a local police force of some kind, or if there is actually a police force in Sigil or no; but she hopes that they are and that they will choose to intervene.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 6, 2004 10:17:38 GMT -5
<-- To K'zan only -->
The blue-skinned tiefling disappears into the crowd and just as quickly reappears, with a tall mug of clear, sparkling water.
You've go' a good spo' there cutter. Here be yer water. That's 5 stingers. she says, waiting for K'zan to pay. She turns around quickly to take a glance at a trio of drunken patrons harassing a woman.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 6, 2004 10:22:20 GMT -5
<-- To Selenya only -->
I jus' be wantin to talk, lassie says one of the drunks, opening his arms. A strong stench drifts from him towards you.
You hear a laugh coming from very close behind you, and you realize that the third drunk has manuevered himself to cut you off from the bar entrance.
Come there says the drunk, pulling out a chair at a nearby table Sit down, lassie
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Selenya
Squire
Planeshifter
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Post by Selenya on Sept 6, 2004 11:01:42 GMT -5
The woman made a quick step to the left and half turned to the man who stood behind her, quickly measuring the distance between him and herself...
[OOC:]
If there is more then six feet between the nearest man and myself, I will proceed to casting a spell immediately; actually, I will probably cast a spell anyway (the difference is what spell will I cast), but I would like to know the distance between myself and the nearest man first.
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