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DarkPiper · 06-17-2001, 05:18 AM

Kiraleen enters the bar, still looking over her shoulder for a last glance at the spelljamming ship as the door closes behind her. She gazes around the common room, stepping back toward the bar's entrance at the sight of the mindflayers; the faerie dragon draped around her shoulders buries himself under her hair until only his butterfly wings are visible. The half-elf's brows dip into a frown -- stay or go? After a few moments she shrugs and heads for the weapons check.

"Hello," Kiraleen says as she hands Azurewolf two daggers, a sling and compartmentalized bullet pouch, and a Staff of Power. "That should be it.. no, wait..." She slaps the sides of her hooded jacket, muttering under her breath until one hand slips into a pocket "Here."

She hands Azurewolf a small wand, just under a foot in length, made from a pathwork of metals,woods, and gems; at the tip is a stereotypical wizard's hat carved from what looks like ivory. The thing is at once gaudy and sinister, a beautiful eyesore.

"It's a Wand of Wonder," Kiraleen explains. "The *instant trigger* has been neutralized... I think. I hope."

"I'll keep that in mind. If that's it, have a seat, and welcome to the Bar."

Kiraleen chooses a table with a window that offers a view of the spelljammer ship. "Mead, and a glass of Pure Water on the side, please," she tells the waitress.

"You forgot the pie!" The faerie dragon crawls out from Kiraleen's hair and peers at Jaheira. "Apple pie, too."

"Please," Kiraleen says automatically.

The faerie dragon sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes. "Please," he repeats. A wide smile splits his snout. "And -- Hey,Kool-Aid!"

"OH YEAH!"

The deep, male voice comes from behind the bar -- behind Lord Shield, in fact. One of the flagons flows like molten glass, reforming into a wide-bodied, wide-lipped crystalline pitcher. Stubby arms and legs sprout from the sides and bottom, and a cartoony smiling face blossoms on the front. It jumps off the shelf, runs past Lord Shield and jumps onto Kiraleen's table.

"It worked! It worked! It worked!" The faerie dragon launches into the air, fly loops the common room, and plants a noisy kiss on Tancred's forehead before returning to his mistress.

06-17-2001, 05:18 AM	#29
DarkPiper Dungeon Master Join Date: May 25, 2001 Posts: 74	Kiraleen enters the bar, still looking over her shoulder for a last glance at the spelljamming ship as the door closes behind her. She gazes around the common room, stepping back toward the bar's entrance at the sight of the mindflayers; the faerie dragon draped around her shoulders buries himself under her hair until only his butterfly wings are visible. The half-elf's brows dip into a frown -- stay or go? After a few moments she shrugs and heads for the weapons check. "Hello," Kiraleen says as she hands Azurewolf two daggers, a sling and compartmentalized bullet pouch, and a Staff of Power. "That should be it.. no, wait..." She slaps the sides of her hooded jacket, muttering under her breath until one hand slips into a pocket "Here." She hands Azurewolf a small wand, just under a foot in length, made from a pathwork of metals,woods, and gems; at the tip is a stereotypical wizard's hat carved from what looks like ivory. The thing is at once gaudy and sinister, a beautiful eyesore. "It's a Wand of Wonder," Kiraleen explains. "The instant trigger has been neutralized... I think. I hope." "I'll keep that in mind. If that's it, have a seat, and welcome to the Bar." Kiraleen chooses a table with a window that offers a view of the spelljammer ship. "Mead, and a glass of Pure Water on the side, please," she tells the waitress. "You forgot the pie!" The faerie dragon crawls out from Kiraleen's hair and peers at Jaheira. "Apple pie, too." "Please," Kiraleen says automatically. The faerie dragon sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes. "Please," he repeats. A wide smile splits his snout. "And -- Hey,Kool-Aid!" "OH YEAH!" The deep, male voice comes from behind the bar -- behind Lord Shield, in fact. One of the flagons flows like molten glass, reforming into a wide-bodied, wide-lipped crystalline pitcher. Stubby arms and legs sprout from the sides and bottom, and a cartoony smiling face blossoms on the front. It jumps off the shelf, runs past Lord Shield and jumps onto Kiraleen's table. "It worked! It worked! It worked!" The faerie dragon launches into the air, fly loops the common room, and plants a noisy kiss on Tancred's forehead before returning to his mistress.