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Post by Young Grimwold on Sept 29, 2007 18:49:24 GMT
*With Owen Vartern and Young Grimwold not yet back in Wolfenden, the Crazed Heifer is temporarily without its landlord and its security guard. This has made life a little difficult for the barmaids, with several customers pushing their luck. One of them is a portly young scoundrel named Victor Drallop.*
Slevela: Three gold pieces, Victor.
Drallop: I told you I would pay you when my drinking is done, is that not sufficient? Hassle me not.
Slevela: That's what you've been saying after every drink, and I've got to ask: do you actually have any money with you?
Drallop: Aye but nay but aye but nay but-
Slevela: You haven't a coin on your person!
Drallop: By Jupiter, verily I cannot believe you have uttered such words! Why, before I came here I gave Flower girl two silver pieces for her daisy chain which I passed to Felgaim who required cheering up as Frances Pierson had been most impudent to her by calling her a dratchel because he said he saw her holding Sylvester Hands' hand in the village square which she said was a lie because in actuality she was in the marketplace with Oliver Scaramonger who Sera Williams said was in trouble with his father since he broke a spyglass because he dropped it when Amanda from the Wolf's Howl was flirting with him so now they can no longer sell Lord Fear the goblin clubs they got from Maldame in Malapith or some thing or no thing.
Slevela: Leave, and return only when you have payment for your drinks.
Drallop: Make me, wench!
Slevela: I cannot, I admit. But the landlord is due back from Warlock any moment, and if he finds you sitting here, one word to Grimwold will have you turfed out so hard and far that your arse ends up on some poor sod's market stall. I don't fancy their chances of doing good business with stock like that.
Drallop: Very well, your point is made. I'm going! Imbeciles.
*Slevela sighs, and as Drallop makes a stroppy departure, new customers are about to enter.*
[OOC: This thread is now ready for the Crazed Heifer's next arrival(s).
Victor Drallop was based on Vicky Pollard from Little Britain.]
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Post by Robin on Sept 30, 2007 21:01:49 GMT
*Almost as soon as that has happened, the door swings open again. Dressed in a costume rather different from his older, greener getup stands a tall, muscular and suave figure. Hanging from his belt is a polished short sword; slung over his shoulder is a well-practiced crossbow. His name is Robin, and he still has a few gold coins left.* [ModNote: Last seen in Straight Shooter.] |
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Post by Young Grimwold on Sept 30, 2007 21:46:45 GMT
*Slevela peers at the arrival.*
Slevela: You're Robin, aren't you? Young Grimwold's friend?
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Post by Robin on Sept 30, 2007 22:05:08 GMT
*He looks shocked at being addressed as such. But ys, he is Young Grimwold's friend. It seems so long ago that they met, and that more-than-a-little-interesting day happened...*
Why, yes, yes, I am Robin. Robin of the forests, friend of the ogre Young Grimwold. Why... do you know me?
Do I know her?
I don't believe we've met. Does my reputation precede me?
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Post by Young Grimwold on Oct 1, 2007 0:40:51 GMT
Slevela: If you mean, did I know about you before you came in, then yes. Grimwold told me about you. He said to give you this.
*Slevela, from her position behind the bar, tosses a gold piece in Robin's direction.*
Slevela: He works here now, you see, and he wanted to buy you a drink when you next came in. But he's had to go away for a bit.
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Post by Callimpsest on Oct 2, 2007 15:09:13 GMT
[OOC: Continued from 'Looking for something'.] *Callimpest has reached the Crazed Heifer, and after giving the rest of the group time to catch him up, he is standing in the tavern doorway. It seems noisier than usual. Although Callimpsest has tried to get himself accustomed to the loudness of Wolfenden, he sometimes finds it hard to be deprived of the peace he enjoyed as a reclusive librarian. Stretching out his arms, he claps his fingers against palms, almost like castanets. At once, a pair of round white insects scuttle out of his sleeves, up his arms, and into his ears.* Ah. Much improved. *He turns to Zeytan and PhoenixFlame.* Earbugs. I sell them on my stall, and always like to keep some handy for myself. They cut out the cacophony of background noise whilst still allowing me to hear voices close by. |
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Post by Zeytan on Oct 2, 2007 18:36:22 GMT
*Zeytan is busy trying to cleen the black trecale off of Malark's shell after the poor young girl he had startled had spilt some of the sticky substance on him.*
*Malark fidgited and wvaed his claws about trying to ward off Zeytan and the small brush, that Zeytan had purchesd to scrub him with.*
"Hold still Malark, it won't hurt you."
*Malark blows some green bubbles.*
"Well I can't help it if it tickles and besides thats better then it hurting now hold still a moment. Oh good grief I wounder if The Hefferi staff will mind if I aks for some water to help clean this silly little Mire-Crab's shell."
*He patted Malark on the head.*
"Your a handfull Malark but I still love you."
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Post by Robin on Oct 2, 2007 21:04:00 GMT
*Robin flicks the gold piece directly back towards Slevela.*
A drink, please, then.
*He turns his head slightly when hearing Callimpsest's hands clap, but then turns back.*
Where did Grimwold go? I'd have liked to see him.
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Post by Callimpsest on Oct 2, 2007 23:29:16 GMT
*Callimpsest smiles at Malark. The adorable creature reminds him of the visits he would make to the familiars' quarters at the Knightmare Boarding School; and for once, it is a sweet memory of KMBS that brings a tear to his eye, not a bitter one.
Then Callimpsest overhears Robin's question, drawing his attention.*
Excuse me, did you say Grimwold? Young Grimwold? He's a friend of mine too.
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Post by Zeytan on Oct 3, 2007 14:17:53 GMT
*Zeytan also overhears robins comment* "I also know Master Young Grimwold in fact I had a most intresting conversation with him in this tavern not more then a day or 2 ago." *Notices his other freind from his last visit the young serveing wench Zyssa. She smiles at him he nods politely.* "Zyssa is there any chance I could get a small bowl of water to cleen up Malark? He had a bit of a run in with a trecale sales women." *Holds Malark out for Zyssa to see. Malark black trecale and all reconises Zyssa and blows some pink bubbles at her and waves one of his claws.* |
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Post by PhoenixFlame on Oct 3, 2007 15:07:18 GMT
*Morwena flies over to Zeytan and looks quizzically at Malark*
"How on earth did you end up ocvered in treacle?" she asks increduously
*Phoenixflame, meanwhile is looking intrigued at the mention of earbugs, but waits politely whilst the others continue their conversation*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Oct 3, 2007 16:33:53 GMT
*Zyssa, who was occupied in another part of the room, turns round upon hearing her name. She waves at Zeytan, and is about to answer him, when she sees Robin. Gasping, she tries to hide her face, but it is surely too late. The past, a sometimes stealthy but always tireless pursuer, has caught up with her.*
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Post by Robin on Oct 4, 2007 22:42:38 GMT
*Robin has seen her.*
You!
*She hasn't answered. Robin looks quickly from Zeytan, to Callimpsest, to Slevela, and then back to Zyssa, on whom his gaze rests.*
YOU!
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Post by PhoenixFlame on Oct 5, 2007 8:33:57 GMT
*Phoenixflame and Morwena look round at the sound of Robin, and Morwena returns to perch on Phoenixflame's shoulder*
"Why does this look like it could be trouble?" Morwena murmurs into Phoenixflame's ear*
"Maybe Morwena, but lets see what happens" *Phoenixflame murmurs softly back to her*
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Post by Zeytan on Oct 5, 2007 17:00:36 GMT
*Zeytan stands still watching, he is feeling guilty and embarsaed for causieng this trouble for Zyssa. Malark is also worried and he blows some black bubbles. He then looks at Robin and blows some red bubbles, then flicks one of his claws in his direction and some of the trecale flies off and hits Robin in the back.*
"Malark!!"
*Zeytan says quietly to the insenced Mire-Crab.*
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