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ScottG · 05-23-2004, 03:48 AM

Inside the Seedy Tavern..

The walls are dank, dark, and mildewed. The light from the room's candles dances about, almost whispering to a would-be thief to take their chance. The smell.. so thick one can almost taste it, (and the impression of the would-be taste conjures up an image of an ally where a dog is lifting its leg). The noise - a deafining roar of barked laughter from a throng of various mercenaries boisteriously blowing their pay, supping the worst the tavern has to offer.

Seated at table in a corner of the room Crog "The Muscle" captures the attention of his hooded little drinking companion by looking over at him and grunting, "eh!" Then he juts his massive square chin up and in the direction of the bar maid serving drinks a few tables away. With a leering stare and a loud lecherous voice that seems to paw at the woman, says, "Well look at the tankards on that lass! I wouldn't mind showing her the proper end of a barrel! How about you Magician?"

The black hood of the magician peers in the direction of the bar maid and then slightly pitches upward toward Crog. His cold eyes meet Crog's. The black robe he is wearing appears to move slightly - almost as if the robe itself were alive. Under the black robe the sound of bone meeting bone chimes with a deathly dull tone, (though no one is able to here this but the magician himself).

The magician then slowly and deliberately moves his left arm, placing his elbow on the table with his hand and forearm extended upward - an action causing just enough movement to slip the robe's left sleeve down to its wearer's wrist. What's revealed is macab in the extreme: an almost luminous white skeletal hand where the magician's left hand should have been. The skeletal index finger of that hand creaks as it moves forward, pointing at the oblivious bar maid still serving drinks and taking orders at another nearby table.

The magician foists an evil grin and winks his cold right eye at Crog, stating matter-of-factly in a measured tone, "Nah, I've already bone-d her."

[ 05-23-2004, 04:11 AM: Message edited by: ScottG ]

05-23-2004, 03:48 AM	#9
ScottG Drow Warrior Join Date: June 13, 2003 Location: Never Never Land Age: 55 Posts: 267	Inside the Seedy Tavern.. The walls are dank, dark, and mildewed. The light from the room's candles dances about, almost whispering to a would-be thief to take their chance. The smell.. so thick one can almost taste it, (and the impression of the would-be taste conjures up an image of an ally where a dog is lifting its leg). The noise - a deafining roar of barked laughter from a throng of various mercenaries boisteriously blowing their pay, supping the worst the tavern has to offer. Seated at table in a corner of the room Crog "The Muscle" captures the attention of his hooded little drinking companion by looking over at him and grunting, "eh!" Then he juts his massive square chin up and in the direction of the bar maid serving drinks a few tables away. With a leering stare and a loud lecherous voice that seems to paw at the woman, says, "Well look at the tankards on that lass! I wouldn't mind showing her the proper end of a barrel! How about you Magician?" The black hood of the magician peers in the direction of the bar maid and then slightly pitches upward toward Crog. His cold eyes meet Crog's. The black robe he is wearing appears to move slightly - almost as if the robe itself were alive. Under the black robe the sound of bone meeting bone chimes with a deathly dull tone, (though no one is able to here this but the magician himself). The magician then slowly and deliberately moves his left arm, placing his elbow on the table with his hand and forearm extended upward - an action causing just enough movement to slip the robe's left sleeve down to its wearer's wrist. What's revealed is macab in the extreme: an almost luminous white skeletal hand where the magician's left hand should have been. The skeletal index finger of that hand creaks as it moves forward, pointing at the oblivious bar maid still serving drinks and taking orders at another nearby table. The magician foists an evil grin and winks his cold right eye at Crog, stating matter-of-factly in a measured tone, "Nah, I've already bone-d her." [ 05-23-2004, 04:11 AM: Message edited by: ScottG ]