Shadow Voice
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Post by Shadow Voice on Oct 17, 2007 13:17:33 GMT
*Shadow Voice simply laughs, but he exstiguishes his cigrett all the same.* "Temper, temper little lady. Won't do to have you scareing away potenshial customers with your firey little outbursts now will it." "As it is I am first and formost concerned with delivering this bounty poster. Perhaps you'd like to see it. It makes for some chilling reading, in fact some Ice cold reading." *Before Slevela could respond Shadow Voice unrolled the scroll and placed it on the bar for her to see.* WANTED 20.000 GOLD COINS TO THE PERSON OR PERSONS WHO CAPTURES THE ESCPAED CONVICT LEYTAN AND HIS ACCOPLASISE THE ASSASIN VYYRIAN WREN.
AN ADDITIONAL 15.000 FOR THE CAPTURE OF THEIR UNIDETIFIED FEMALE ACOMPLISE. Discriptions:
Leytan:
Race: Half- Atlantian, Half-Winterian. Eyes: Blue (left) and Green (right). Hair: Black Distiguishing marks: A Shark Bite scare on his left arm and an Assasin guild blood tatto on his right shoulder.
Vyyrian Wren:
Race: Human. Eyes: Red. Hair: Black Distiguishing marks: Always wares thick black gloves
Unknown Female:
Race: Human ?? (Possibley a Were-Creature) Eyes: Blue Hair: Black Distiguishing marks: none BOTH WREN AND LEYTAN ARE TO BE CONSIDERED ARMED AND DANGEROUS.
IN ADDITION WREN IS ALSO WANTED IN CONECTION WITH THE ATTEMPTED BOUTY KIDNAPP AND LATER MURDER OF SHEIK KOVAX AND AN ADDITIONAL 1000 GOLD COINS WILL BE PAYED FOR HIS CAPTURE ALIVE
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Post by Young Grimwold on Oct 17, 2007 17:38:54 GMT
*Slevela decides to play the simpleton, not bothered that Shadow Voice may see through her act.*
Slevela: Ooh, it looks important. I am but a humble serving wench - can't hardly even read, you know - but I'll be certain to bring it to Mr. Vartern's attention. Now, I'm sure you're a very busy fellow, so off you go, and don't let the likes of me detain you a moment longer!
*Slevela gives a girlish giggle.*
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Shadow Voice
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Post by Shadow Voice on Oct 18, 2007 11:44:05 GMT
*Shadow Voice did see threw the act and either in an act of retaliation or deffinace or both. He took out another ciggeret and lit it allowing Slevela to get a good look at his weather beaten face, his dagger slash of a mouth but more spercificaly his lifeless black eyes that seemed to stare right threw her into her soul.*
"Be careful who you try that act with "humble serving wench" play it to many times.... Slevela and people will start to think you realy are that stupied."
*Before Slevela could react or respond Shadow Voice leaned a little closer and blew a cloud of ciggertr smoke directly into her face, more spercificaly her eyes causeing them to water badly and giveing her a coughing fit.*
*Shadow Voice smiply laughed once a cold harsh tone and then put his hood back up and walked out of the Inn.*
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Post by Zeytan on Oct 18, 2007 12:12:59 GMT
*Zeytan haveing witnised the incident gose over to Slevela and offers his hankeicife to dab her eyes.*
"You ok my dear?"
*He takes a small flask from his pockets and opens it and offers it to Slevela.*
"Here take a sip it's just a Glucos substance for energy but it shoudl help your throat after what ever that foul stuff was that that cad blew in your face."
*Zeytan is also busy trying to read what the Bounty poster says.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Oct 18, 2007 15:23:50 GMT
*Slevela calls after Shadow Voice.* Slevela: May I make a request? If you have that much of a problem with me in future, spit in my face instead of blowing smoke into it. It's a lot more forthright and a DAMN SIGHT LESS COWARDLY! [ModNote: Continued, for Shadow Voice, in Blackmail in The Mail.] *She curses Shadow Voice under her breath. Then she realises that Zeytan is standing at the bar and trying to read the scroll. She whips it under the bar.* Slevela: Please, Sir, there's been enough espionage round here of late. That's for the landlord. Return to your table if you will. I believe Lanesra was talking to you. *Slevela turns her attention back to Robin.* Slevela: Sorry about that. *Whispering again* As I was saying, that gold coin should go further that it usually would. We're running an LSD Special today.
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Post by Robin on Oct 19, 2007 16:29:32 GMT
So... two drinks, then?
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Post by Young Grimwold on Oct 19, 2007 19:09:24 GMT
Slevela: Maybe three. If you behave yerself!
*Slevela places Robin's ale in front of him.*
Slevela: So, aren't you going to ask what LSD means? Me and the girls spent ages thinking it up!
*The piper is playing the theme from Jurassic Park.*
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Post by Robin on Oct 20, 2007 14:11:50 GMT
*Robin, having calmed down a little, takes a swig and lazily indicates Callimpsest.*
I believe this gentleman just asked himself.
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Post by Young Grimwold on Oct 20, 2007 15:12:25 GMT
Slevela: *Still whispering* He did indeed, but he's going to have to get his answer from Lanesra over there. Can't tell him what it actually stands for, on account of the company he's keeping.
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Post by Robin on Oct 21, 2007 21:15:43 GMT
Very well... what does it stand for then?
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Post by PhoenixFlame on Oct 22, 2007 12:24:51 GMT
*Morwena and Phoenixflame exchange glances at Shadow Voice's rudeness, and Morwena flies over to the window to see if she can see where he went to. Phoenixflame seems preoccupied as Morwena does this *
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Post by Young Grimwold on Oct 22, 2007 16:42:53 GMT
Slevela: Sir, I'm glad you asked! *Lowering her voice again, so only Robin can hear* LSD. That's Leytan's Stone Dead. He was due to hang in Warlock today, as you probably know. Course his brother over there is right: the sneaky sod may have escaped the gallows somehow. But realism ain't good for business, as the boss might say. This way, people come in, get a free drink, toast the Ice Killer and his snapped neck, and they're so ecstatic they just keep drinking. It isn't much to do with LSD, it's a little more to do with ecstacy.
*Slevela suddenly looks puzzled, as if what she just said was a contrived reference to something otherwordly that she doesn't understand.
Over at the 'KMBS' table, Lanesra is responding to Callimpsest's question.*
Lanesra: Yes, LSD! Le... oh, er, yes, that's it! Lovely Second Drink! Nothing like the second drink, eh?
*With an embarrassed chuckle, Lanesra withdraws to the bar area to get the group's orders. Meanwhile, someone else is heading in the same direction.
Richard Thike is a man who, whether he likes it or not, is drifting beyond the reach of the adjective 'young'. Recent attempts to prove otherwise - quaffing large quantities of ale, and a failed attempt to climb all the way up Little Acorn - lie behind the stagger that is carrying him across the room, on a circuitous route to the bar. His vision may be a little blurry, but to everyone else, one thing is clear to see: Richard S. Thike is beginning to show his age. [OOC: Yes, there's a 2-for-1 offer on the in-jokes too. ;D]
Lurching to a halt right behind Robin, Thike taps him on the shoulder, and begins a slurred address.*
Thike: Oi, you! Yes, you. The one who... whose shoulder is being tapped.
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Post by Robin on Oct 23, 2007 16:54:26 GMT
[OOC: I was waiting for that! Gratification. ] *Robin, who is still trying to take in the information that the hitherto-unencountered Leytan may - or may not - be dead... and how that results in free drinks... when he feels the tap on his shoulder. With heroic instinct, he whips around... and immediately feels a little foolish, as Thike is not a pleasant sight.* ...Yes?
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Post by Young Grimwold on Oct 23, 2007 17:51:08 GMT
*Thike attempts to clear his throat in a dignified fashion, but only succeeds in bringing up phlegm.*
Thike: Because of you, Syzza could jose her lob. She might EVEN... lose her job! And I don't want her to go. She has a lovely pair of feet. So I'm... I'm very angry with you!
*Thike sways under the weight of what is unusually sophisticated rhetoric for him. And of course because he is extremely drunk.*
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Post by Zeytan on Oct 24, 2007 14:58:02 GMT
*meanwhile Zeytan has returned to his table and his two new freinds.*
"Honestly some people have no manners what so ever in this twon."
*he says in disgust about Shadow Voice's behavior*
"But anywayto more plesent matters. Since the Bording schools tragic end how has life treted you two??"
*He asks trying to start a conversation which is something Zeytan is never overly comfortabel indoing preffering to join in once the conversation has got going.*
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