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Post by Robin on May 12, 2004 0:38:51 GMT
* Despite what may be going on inside the Heifer, outside it is relatively peaceful. Nervously, Robin walks up to the entrance, with something less than his usual courage. He glances at his sword to make sure it's sheathed - bare weapons in the Heifer would be a bad idea. *
{to self} Now come on, Robin, you're only going in for a drink. There won't be any enemies in there. Just stay calm. You don't need to be so alert all the time.
* Checking his sword (again!), Robin pushes the door and enters the inn. This may not be his natural territory, but at this sort of price, he just can't refuse the temptation of a drink... *
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Post by Young Grimwold on May 12, 2004 23:37:12 GMT
*The serving wench Drassandre spots the new arrival; and hoping to impress her boss after the awkwardness of spilling drink on customers a little earlier, she approaches him, and smiles (this, at least, is something she does with style).*
Drassandre: 'Welcome to the Crazed Heifer! No need to look worried - we do serve alcohol!'
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Post by ringmasterrob on May 16, 2004 8:23:13 GMT
*A man in a black cloak which covers his entire face limps in, his leg appears to be causing him great pain. He shuffles up to the bar and in a deep crackling voice asks for a pint of something strong. The man then sits and waits for his request. A bag of gold coins not quite visible in his pocket*
(OOC: This is the Ringmaster in his new guise as 'Jack' for the time being, as his magical energy is gone he is NOT recognisable without seeing his face which even then looks slightly less healthy and fresh due to the lack of magic, without his powers he is beginning to age normally for the first time in centuries)
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Post by Young Grimwold on May 17, 2004 1:01:59 GMT
*Owen Vartern gestures to Drassandre to serve the black-cloaked man, but she is reluctant to leave Robin while he is still loitering timidly at the edge of the room. So Owen attends to the man himself. He pours out some typically weak ale, but to make it seem 'strong', plants it noisily in front of the customer! And if that doesn't work, reasons Owen to himself, then he'll be paying for a second drink, and there's no harm in that...*
*As he waits for payment, Owen asks the obvious question...*
What brings you to Wolfenden, then?
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Post by ringmasterrob on May 17, 2004 6:55:58 GMT
*As 'Jack' has no power he has no way to tell how strong the drink is without drinking it, he is startled at being addressed by Vartern and hurriedly thinks up an answer* Jack: I am here looking to work on the markets, I was a bodyguard in another city and I moved on *Jack sips the ale and nearly spits it out, with the owner in front of him he decides not to, he reluctantly gulps it down and places the price for a normal ale on the counter before walking out. Jack then heads off towards the marketplace hoping to see Nesty or someone similarly dubious*
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Post by Robin on May 17, 2004 22:53:09 GMT
Ahhh...
*Robin sighs contentedly... this seems all right. He confidently strides over to the bar, digging in his grubby pocket for a groat.*
Hello, erm... uh... miss. I couldn't help noticing your pint-for-a-groat offer...
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Post by Young Grimwold on May 18, 2004 2:18:01 GMT
*Drassandre has accompanied the customer to the bar. She giggles, but manages to make it sound sincere.*
Drassandre: 'Oh yes, that offer! Owen, that's the owner, will say almost anything to draw attention to the place. The bar at the Wolf's Howl Inn has been taking some of our custom, you see. They say that our slogan should be: 'The Crazed Heifer - where everybody knows your game.' We did bring in a jester, and he's very sweet... but gone a little quiet.
'I'm Drassandre, by the way. Owen hired me not long ago - can't think why. What's your name? You look familiar...'
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Post by Robin on May 19, 2004 13:45:53 GMT
*Robin turns a shade of scarlet. Suddenly, he's unsure as to if he should reveal his identity; still, he is honour-bound to do so...*
I'm, uh, you recognise me? I'm Robin. A fighter for the Powers That Be.
*He holds out his hand for a handshake.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on May 19, 2004 21:22:34 GMT
*Drassandre had only really used 'you look familiar' as a conversation-starter, and is a little embarrassed at not actually knowing who Robin is, and not being entirely sure if the 'Powers That Be' concern a lowly barmaid... and why they aren't called 'The Powers That Are'. Wishing not to confuse herself too much in front of a customer who is already a little nervous, she smiles, accepts Robin's somewhat clammy handshake, and, serving him an atypically frothy ale, picks on the thing he said that is clearest to her...*
Drassandre: 'A fighter? Tell me more.'
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Post by Robin on May 21, 2004 1:04:27 GMT
*Robin looks a little nervous, and glances around a bit, then laughs nervously, fingering his sword's hilt...*
Heh... well, that doesn't mean I do nothing but fight. I fight against evil, but only when needs be. I'm a swordsman, you see...
*...he considers showing the maid his sword... but that would be a very bad idea, considering this is a public place...*
...and quite a good one too, if I do say so myself. But I'm not... I'm not dangerous or anything... *nervous laugh, followed by grin*... I'm just a good-hearted fighter...
*Robin takes a swig of ale, and sighs heartedly.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on May 26, 2004 0:45:44 GMT
*Drassandre is surprised at this - a customer enjoying the ale? Will he finish the pint without sneering or choking? Perhaps, she dares to think, he is enjoying my company too? Her smile widens.*
Drassandre: 'A good, good-hearted fighter? I...w...we could do with one of those round here! It gets a little sinister sometimes. Do drop by again, if you're enjoying the ale.'
*Drassandre glances over at Motley; then leans towards Robin.*
Drassandre: 'As far as you're concerned, let the discounted drinks offer be permanent! Just don't tell Owen!'
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Post by Visage on May 26, 2004 17:35:31 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from Looking For Rob.] *The drinkers in the Heifer hear the crowd coming, a mass of voices, some angry, some fearful, but all dangerous.* *Then they burst in, with Ringmaster Rob apparently in the lead. He strides to the centre of the Heifer* Good people, I regret that this area must be searched. We are hunting for an evil shapeshifter and his agents, who wish nothing less than the destruction of all that we hold dear. Several good villagers have already lost their lives! *The search is quick, and whilst "Rob" is courteous, his helpers are not so gentle in their fear. From a back room, the people hear a gasp, and then "Rob" pulls out a couple, their necks snapped in their embrace* This horror must be stopped, it could be that he is here! I shall cast another protective charm... good people come forward and take this protective potion, it will allow you to recognise the shapeshifter if you see him.... *He beckons to Owen, Drassandre and Motley (and Robin if he's still here)* Come here.....
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Post by Young Grimwold on May 26, 2004 21:18:47 GMT
[OOC: There are probably other serving maids too - they just haven't yet been named!]
Owen: 'Stay there, Drassandre, and serve the customers.
What on earth are you talking about? Far as I'm concerned, everyone's a shapeshifter after they've had alcohol. And the nerve... trying to serve a drink to a tavern owner! You're buying a drink, or you're leaving. Got it?'
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Post by Visage on May 26, 2004 22:05:56 GMT
[OOC: Oh most certainly, but I was just trying to get a reaction from characters we know about!]
*"Rob" looks at Owen with cold contempt for a moment, then he smiles.*
But of course landlord, where are my manners? Your finest, if you please.
*Takes the tankard which Owen offers with bad grace, muttering that he'd better pay and soon give some answers*
[OOC: I hope that's allright, Owen doesn't belong to anyone in particular does he?]
Really I'm rather surprised that you show so few signs of shock at finding two corpses in your tavern, unless of course....
*"Rob" takes a sip, and spits it out onto the floor, flinging the tankard across the room, spilling it everywhere*
You will have to do better than that! Who would have thought that the owner of the Heifer would attempt to poison an Archmage, but that was a deadly substance! Hold him!
*The crowd surges forward, Owen tries to speak, but "Rob" casts another spell, and Owen's tongue cleaves to the roof of his mouth. The crowd hauls him to the back room*
Be wary, agents are everywhere! Now, I will need to check all the staff here... it is possible to be under this creature's spell without realising... We shall barricade this tavern for the time being... Assist me! Staff, come and submit to my magic...
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Post by Visage on May 26, 2004 22:07:28 GMT
[OOC: By the way, if people think I'm going a bit far just say so, I'm not going to kill any named characters, and if you want a pub there's still the Wolf's Howl, but this is the culmination of all of Visage's plans which have been simmering for months, so let him have his moment of glory!]
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