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Post by Random Tree on May 12, 2006 17:59:40 GMT -5
"Welcome to the Ardenia Tavern! I hope your stay is long and pleasurable!" Or so says the sign hanging on the front of a large, wood-frame building at the edge of the dusty street. Smells of good cooking, bad ale, and slightly better fruit drinks waft from through the open double doors.
Most strong among the scents is that of adventure.
This is the main tavern thread, in which a good deal of the roleplaying should take place. Make sure to follow all rules, and above all, have fun!
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Post by Mattyrewls22 on May 13, 2006 10:42:07 GMT -5
Matt drags his cast iron sword alongthe floor, and walks slowly, before slumping down on the chair, and ordering a beer.
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Post by Mattyrewls22 on May 13, 2006 10:43:20 GMT -5
He pulls out a peice of parchment and reads it, while mermering "Die" loudly.
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Post by Random Tree on May 13, 2006 10:43:51 GMT -5
Yarran Trea strides through the door, looking tired from a long day adventuring in foreign parts. He slumps down at a table next to Matt, and says "You might want to check out the roleplaying rules in the Rules forum." He turns to a barmaid and orders an ale.
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Post by Mattyrewls22 on May 13, 2006 10:46:34 GMT -5
Matt turns around "Three sentences is too much, two i would say" Matt said before tutting and Yerran and walking to a new table for some peace. "Fool" he muttered, while staring contently at the peice of parchment
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Post by Random Tree on May 13, 2006 10:48:25 GMT -5
"Hmph, I daresay he's had too much ale," grumbled Yarran to himself as Matt stumped off. The barmaid returns with his ale, and he slumps over it as if sleeping. Except that slurping noises can be heard.
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Post by Mattyrewls22 on May 13, 2006 10:49:43 GMT -5
Matt looked at the parchment, and reached for a feather pen in his pocket, he reached in, and it was broken "Damn" he muttered, he thought for a moment and asked Yarran "May i barrow a pen"
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Post by Random Tree on May 13, 2006 10:51:42 GMT -5
Yarran looks up from his ale, grins, and say "Sure. I must have one somewhere about me." He proceeds to empty about ten different pockets sewn into his tunic and trousers. Finally, a small quill falls out onto the bar table among a large amount of lint and crumbs. He picks up the quill and hands it to Matt.
"So what exactly is written on that paper," he asks.
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Post by Mattyrewls22 on May 13, 2006 10:53:02 GMT -5
"Somthing private" he says coldly, and snatches the Quill "Thanks". Matt writes a few paragraphs on this parchment, and leaves it on the table, and walks out. The name on the side says "To Yarran"
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Post by Random Tree on May 13, 2006 10:54:25 GMT -5
Yarran pretends to glare at Matt as he leaves. A few patrons of the bar stare curiously, as if hoping for a fight. When it is clear there is to be no more than stares, they go back to their drinks and games of dice.
Yarran quickly scoops the paper into his pocket, pays for his ale, and heads back home to his farmhouse in the darkening evening.
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