The Tavern by the creek (all welcome, please!) - Page 2

Neb · 02-08-2002, 02:02 PM

Neb easily found the secret door and knocked on it, he used his psionic skills to teleport himself into the back of the burrow while Creden turned his eyes to the door.

As he appeared inside the psionic said to the halfling, "I believe you have something which belongs to me."

J'aran · 02-08-2002, 02:43 PM

"Aaaah!"
With a frightened yelp, the small cutpurse leapt almost 4 feet high in the air, which was higher than he himself was tall. He quickly turned around and saw someone standing in his living room, a someone who looked like he was a spellcaster of sorts, a someone who looked like he was angry, and, most importantly, a someone who looked a lot like the former owner of the scimitar. He should put all his not unconsiderable (at least according to himself) intellect at work to devise a solution to this nasty problem.
"Well, noble master," he said with a courtly bow, "I do not usually take kindly to intruders in my humble burrow, but seeing as you're inside already, we may as well do business. Might I interest you in this finely crafted and powerfully enchanted weapon, perhaps? As you see it's a marvel of both weapon-craft and spellcraft. Because today has been a good day for me, I might want to part with it for a very reasonable price."

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Nazgûl · 02-08-2002, 05:42 PM

*Into the Tavern enters a tall, skinny robed figiure, covered in shadow. The room seems to get darker by every step the creture takes
as he walks over to the bar.He grabs the bartender by his shirt and pulles him towards himself and started wispering in his ear.The bartender seems frozen stiff to the floor. A few seconds later the bartender grabs a letter and puts it on the bar. The cloaked creature
grabs the letter, reaveling a guantlet filled with spikes and thorns
and then quickly leaves the tavern. The bartender sighes with realieve.*

TAOWolf · 02-08-2002, 11:21 PM

As she walks silently down the stairway, she pauses on the second step from the bottom, her black leather boots not making a sound...she swiftly glances around the corner, into the main part of the tavern, looking over the customers. She sighs, speaking softly to herself, "i know i felt the presence of that elven bladesinger in here...where is he?"....
She pulls her cloak hood farther forward, adjusts her sword and gloves, and takes the last steps into the main room, walking towards the fireplace, taking a seat in the shadows, laying her staff across her lap, and waits., watching.....

Neb · 02-09-2002, 06:25 AM

Neb smiled at the thief's attempt to sell him his own weapon and whispered one word, "Valkyrie", the runes on the blade flared into life and shone with power, the large scimitar flew out of the halfling's hands and hovered in front of the psionic.

He grabs hold of the blade and says, "Be glad that I'm in a good mood today or you'd be headless already.", Neb then teleports out of the burrow and into the pouring rain, checking his possessions once more, just in case, he then heads back towards the tavern.

J'aran · 02-09-2002, 08:22 AM

"Drat," muttered the little thief, "there goes my pension, from right under my nose. Now I'll have to go out again to make this day a worthwile one."
He rummaged around in his burrow a bit, and after a while left with a bag on his back.

After a minute or five, a very small Halfling entered the tavern. Everyone present clouldn't help but thinking that tis guy would look very familiar, if it weren't for the big moustache and the blue uniform he wore, complete with cap.
"G'day all," he said, turning towards TAOWolf, "you the owner, m'lady?" He showed he a small card, but put it away again so quickly that no one was able to read what it said. "Safety inspector, ma'am. Here for the annual check-up of the place. Start upstairs, shall I?" Before anyone can reply, he hurriedly scuttered up the stairs. After a short while, he came back down, saying: "All's well, all's well. Right then, must be off, got more customers waiting, see you again next year, eh?" As he quickly made for the door, a silver fork fell out of the suspiciously full backpack he was carrying. "Oops..."

Neb · 02-09-2002, 08:25 AM

Neb ignored the halfling's thievery, his stuff was safely stowed in his backpack, when the thief dropped the silver spoon however, it seemed that things might get fun...

K T Ong · 02-09-2002, 10:36 AM

Zang-Gief the barbarian hunter had been wandering through the mountains for days in search of prey... in vain. Tired, the tall, bare-chested stawart knelt down by a small stream, splashing some of the cool, sparkling water upon his handsome, bearded face. He had longed to prove his manhood to his tribe through some heroic feat, perhaps dispatching a bear or lion all alone and with naught save his empty hands. "Would the gods grant my wish?" he wondered.

He recalled the stories told by the tribe elders in his childhood days while sitting by the fire; according to the stories, only one man in the entire 20,000-year history of their tribe had ever had the strength and valor to wrestle a bear and crush it utterly in his arms. How wonderful it would be to be possessed of such prodigal might, he thought; how wonderful to have one's name forever remembered in the songs of the tribe for such great deeds!

Presently he stood up after the brief moment of rest, and as he prepared to leave he noticed for the first time an old cottage by a waterfall in the distance. A tavern or inn, perhaps? The idea of helping oneself to some refreshments and a good night's lodging was certainly tempting after several days of sleeping rough in the wilderness. Without further ado, Zang-Gief strode towards the tavern...

TAOWolf · 02-09-2002, 01:27 PM

at first she dismissed the halfling, but when he dropped the fork on his way out, she casually pulls SpiritSword and nonchalantly puts the flat of the blade in his path causing him to trip, spilling stolen contents all over the floor....."well, well, well, what have we here?", standing up, she picks him up by the scruff of the neck, and deposits him in a chair, sheathing her sword, "and don't EVEN think of touching this sword, halfling, it will steal your soul", raising an eyebrow at him, making sure he got the message.....
"No, i'm NOT the owner, but i'm sure the owner is going to LOVE having a talk with you!" Chuckling, she turns towards Neb, asking..."does any of this belong to you?" Her amber eyes glow softly, as she looks back at the halfling, pulling out an amulet from within the folds of her cloak, with a tigers-eye in the middle.....

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Sir ReGiN · 02-09-2002, 01:37 PM

the door opened and the faint moon-ligt sippered into the tavern..
A man closed the door behind him..
He looked like a peasant..
Or more likely, a wood-cutter or smith, 'cause as he walked it looked like he was *made* of muscles..
He was about 8 feet tall and big as a bear..in fact, he looked almost exactly like a bear.
He walked up to the bar, ignoring the scene in the middle of the room, and reached under the counter and produced a bottle of whisky..
He pulled out the cork with his teeth, and started to drink from the bottle..
After a few seconds he let the bottle go with a sucking noise..
Then he went over to a table and sat down, and continued drinking..
*Carry on* he said to the woman who had been 'talking' to the halfling before the man walked in..
He smiled

02-08-2002, 05:42 PM	#13
Nazgûl Manshoon Join Date: March 20, 2001 Location: A tomb somewhere..... Posts: 216	Into the Tavern enters a tall, skinny robed figiure, covered in shadow. The room seems to get darker by every step the creture takes as he walks over to the bar.He grabs the bartender by his shirt and pulles him towards himself and started wispering in his ear.The bartender seems frozen stiff to the floor. A few seconds later the bartender grabs a letter and puts it on the bar. The cloaked creature grabs the letter, reaveling a guantlet filled with spikes and thorns and then quickly leaves the tavern. The bartender sighes with realieve. __________________ <IMG SRC=\"http://www.angelfire.com/rpg/wildleprechaun/demon.gif\"> <BR>and the sky will rain fire...

02-09-2002, 10:36 AM	#18
K T Ong Symbol of Cyric Join Date: January 27, 2002 Location: Plateau of Singapore Age: 60 Posts: 1,230	Zang-Gief the barbarian hunter had been wandering through the mountains for days in search of prey... in vain. Tired, the tall, bare-chested stawart knelt down by a small stream, splashing some of the cool, sparkling water upon his handsome, bearded face. He had longed to prove his manhood to his tribe through some heroic feat, perhaps dispatching a bear or lion all alone and with naught save his empty hands. "Would the gods grant my wish?" he wondered. He recalled the stories told by the tribe elders in his childhood days while sitting by the fire; according to the stories, only one man in the entire 20,000-year history of their tribe had ever had the strength and valor to wrestle a bear and crush it utterly in his arms. How wonderful it would be to be possessed of such prodigal might, he thought; how wonderful to have one's name forever remembered in the songs of the tribe for such great deeds! Presently he stood up after the brief moment of rest, and as he prepared to leave he noticed for the first time an old cottage by a waterfall in the distance. A tavern or inn, perhaps? The idea of helping oneself to some refreshments and a good night's lodging was certainly tempting after several days of sleeping rough in the wilderness. Without further ado, Zang-Gief strode towards the tavern... __________________ <br />Look! Everyone\'s admiring me! <img border=\"0\" title=\"\" alt=\"[Big Grin]\" src=\"biggrin.gif\" />

02-09-2002, 01:37 PM	#20
Sir ReGiN Gold Dragon Join Date: August 11, 2001 Location: The land of blonde virgins Age: 42 Posts: 2,563	the door opened and the faint moon-ligt sippered into the tavern.. A man closed the door behind him.. He looked like a peasant.. Or more likely, a wood-cutter or smith, 'cause as he walked it looked like he was made of muscles.. He was about 8 feet tall and big as a bear..in fact, he looked almost exactly like a bear. He walked up to the bar, ignoring the scene in the middle of the room, and reached under the counter and produced a bottle of whisky.. He pulled out the cork with his teeth, and started to drink from the bottle.. After a few seconds he let the bottle go with a sucking noise.. Then he went over to a table and sat down, and continued drinking.. Carry on he said to the woman who had been 'talking' to the halfling before the man walked in.. He smiled __________________ Take a look at your Promised Land<br />Your deed is that gun in your hand

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02-08-2002, 02:02 PM	#11
Neb Account deleted by Request Join Date: May 17, 2001 Location: . Age: 38 Posts: 8,802	Neb easily found the secret door and knocked on it, he used his psionic skills to teleport himself into the back of the burrow while Creden turned his eyes to the door. As he appeared inside the psionic said to the halfling, "I believe you have something which belongs to me."

02-08-2002, 02:43 PM	#12
J'aran Mephistopheles Join Date: December 12, 2001 Location: Fryslân, The Netherlands Age: 44 Posts: 1,493	"Aaaah!" With a frightened yelp, the small cutpurse leapt almost 4 feet high in the air, which was higher than he himself was tall. He quickly turned around and saw someone standing in his living room, a someone who looked like he was a spellcaster of sorts, a someone who looked like he was angry, and, most importantly, a someone who looked a lot like the former owner of the scimitar. He should put all his not unconsiderable (at least according to himself) intellect at work to devise a solution to this nasty problem. "Well, noble master," he said with a courtly bow, "I do not usually take kindly to intruders in my humble burrow, but seeing as you're inside already, we may as well do business. Might I interest you in this finely crafted and powerfully enchanted weapon, perhaps? As you see it's a marvel of both weapon-craft and spellcraft. Because today has been a good day for me, I might want to part with it for a very reasonable price." [ 02-08-2002: Message edited by: J'aran ]

02-08-2002, 11:21 PM	#14
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	As she walks silently down the stairway, she pauses on the second step from the bottom, her black leather boots not making a sound...she swiftly glances around the corner, into the main part of the tavern, looking over the customers. She sighs, speaking softly to herself, "i know i felt the presence of that elven bladesinger in here...where is he?".... She pulls her cloak hood farther forward, adjusts her sword and gloves, and takes the last steps into the main room, walking towards the fireplace, taking a seat in the shadows, laying her staff across her lap, and waits., watching.....

02-09-2002, 06:25 AM	#15
Neb Account deleted by Request Join Date: May 17, 2001 Location: . Age: 38 Posts: 8,802	Neb smiled at the thief's attempt to sell him his own weapon and whispered one word, "Valkyrie", the runes on the blade flared into life and shone with power, the large scimitar flew out of the halfling's hands and hovered in front of the psionic. He grabs hold of the blade and says, "Be glad that I'm in a good mood today or you'd be headless already.", Neb then teleports out of the burrow and into the pouring rain, checking his possessions once more, just in case, he then heads back towards the tavern.

02-09-2002, 08:22 AM	#16
J'aran Mephistopheles Join Date: December 12, 2001 Location: Fryslân, The Netherlands Age: 44 Posts: 1,493	"Drat," muttered the little thief, "there goes my pension, from right under my nose. Now I'll have to go out again to make this day a worthwile one." He rummaged around in his burrow a bit, and after a while left with a bag on his back. After a minute or five, a very small Halfling entered the tavern. Everyone present clouldn't help but thinking that tis guy would look very familiar, if it weren't for the big moustache and the blue uniform he wore, complete with cap. "G'day all," he said, turning towards TAOWolf, "you the owner, m'lady?" He showed he a small card, but put it away again so quickly that no one was able to read what it said. "Safety inspector, ma'am. Here for the annual check-up of the place. Start upstairs, shall I?" Before anyone can reply, he hurriedly scuttered up the stairs. After a short while, he came back down, saying: "All's well, all's well. Right then, must be off, got more customers waiting, see you again next year, eh?" As he quickly made for the door, a silver fork fell out of the suspiciously full backpack he was carrying. "Oops..."

02-09-2002, 08:25 AM	#17
Neb Account deleted by Request Join Date: May 17, 2001 Location: . Age: 38 Posts: 8,802	Neb ignored the halfling's thievery, his stuff was safely stowed in his backpack, when the thief dropped the silver spoon however, it seemed that things might get fun...

02-09-2002, 01:27 PM	#19
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	at first she dismissed the halfling, but when he dropped the fork on his way out, she casually pulls SpiritSword and nonchalantly puts the flat of the blade in his path causing him to trip, spilling stolen contents all over the floor....."well, well, well, what have we here?", standing up, she picks him up by the scruff of the neck, and deposits him in a chair, sheathing her sword, "and don't EVEN think of touching this sword, halfling, it will steal your soul", raising an eyebrow at him, making sure he got the message..... "No, i'm NOT the owner, but i'm sure the owner is going to LOVE having a talk with you!" Chuckling, she turns towards Neb, asking..."does any of this belong to you?" Her amber eyes glow softly, as she looks back at the halfling, pulling out an amulet from within the folds of her cloak, with a tigers-eye in the middle..... [ 02-09-2002: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

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