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| A Blood Stained Drow... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sun Jul 18, 2004 7:10 am (508 Views) | |
| Azuren | Sun Jul 18, 2004 7:10 am Post #1 |
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Azuren stumbled into the tavern. His blood stained clothes made him stand out amongst the common townsfolk. He walked up to the bar...Hmmm, I'll take a bottle of wine. The barkeep brought him his wine, Azuren dropped a few coins onto the counter and left a tip. Thank you, she replied...He got up and walked over to a table in the corner, sitting down he popped the wine open and took a small swig. Ahhh, this wines a good year! Azuren scanned around the room looking at all the people. They were all staring at his blood stained clothes. What, haven't you saw an adventurer before...? Taking a few more swigs...Yawning, he realized it had been a couple of days since he last slept. Maybe I should get a room while I'm here...Azuren stood up and walked over to the barkeep. I would like a room. Here you go room twenty-seven, she handed him the key and he gave her a few more coins. After he got his key he went back over to the table he had been sitting at. Picking up the bottle he drank again. He noticed someone else in the room sitting all alone. Hmmm, I'll go over and ask them if they want some company. Azuren got up and walked over to the person...Hello! May I join you? The Drow stood patiently waiting for an answer. |
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| Sargoth | Sun Jul 18, 2004 10:09 am Post #2 |
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Sargoth did not respond immediately; instead, he seemed uncommonly still. His eyes glinted in the light as they began to regain their fluidity. Slowly, the pigment of his skin darkened from opal to a flesh tone. His neck regained its swivel and he turned it to look up at the stranger. "Greetings, do sit. I only ask you your name to join me." |
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| Azuren | Sun Jul 18, 2004 10:22 am Post #3 |
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My name is Azuren! May I ask your name? Azuren took his seat at the table across from Sargoth. Finishing his bottle of wine he looked at the man, Want me to get us a round? Waiting for an answer. So what brings you here? I haven't saw many of your kind around here...One of the barmaids walked up then, Can I get you something? I'll take a shot of whiskey. As for my...Ummm...searching for the word...Friend, I don't know what he will take... |
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| Sargoth | Sun Jul 18, 2004 10:36 am Post #4 |
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Sargoth looked Azuren in the eye and then began to look at his attire. He could understand the nervousness of some of the tavern's patrons due to the excessive amount of blood on the drow's clothing, but Sargoth was more used to the coloring than he liked to admit. He looked at the label on the bottle that Azuren was holding, some of the tavern's wine, but judging by his mood, he was not quite drunk yet. Sargoth wondered what kind of trouble would be caused if the dark man in front of him did become drunk and took notice of the glances he was drawing. The room he offered did sound wise, for him at least, but Sargoth was less interested in sharing it with him. "I am Sargoth, Guardian of Laneer. Good to know you, friend," Sargoth said remotely cheerfully but sincerely. He placed a strange inflection on the word friend, still reacting to the careful use of it by Azuren. He looked over at the barmaid and with an expression showing absolutely none of his thoughts or feelings nodded to her that he did not need anything to drink. "Thank you for the offer, Azuren, but I will not indulge you this time. As for you seeing my kind, I would astounded if you had seen another like me, never mind many. I could say the same about you, drow are an exotic import in these parts. I am resting here before I continue travelling, but what about you?" Sargoth stared at the man some more, noticing that he did not mention anything about the room, but knowing that the offer was probably more in passing than a true request and that it would not matter to Azuren. |
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| Azuren | Sun Jul 18, 2004 11:17 am Post #5 |
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Azuren looked at his new friend. Well I'm here searching for the killers of my brother...He was brutaly murdered by a gang of bandits...They looted his body and stole his most prized posession...THEY WILL PAY! Azuren slammed hit fists onto the table, making his chair fly backwards into a passing drunk. Hey punk, you looking for a fight! Ignoring the man Azuren stood there taking deep breaths...Hey I'm talking to you! The drunk grabbed Azuren by his shirt pulling them face to face. Azuren could smell the stench of alchole on the mans breath. Pushing the man backwards he said, I'm not looking for a fight but if you want one I'll accept the challenge. The Drow stood there showing no fear... |
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| Sargoth | Sun Jul 18, 2004 6:49 pm Post #6 |
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Sargoth was caught slightly off guard when Azuren burst into an emotional fit and sent the chair flying. Quick movements like that reminded him too much of an ambush so he distinctively grabbed onto his staff. As his mind comprehended what was happening, he relaxed slightly, but his guard was still up incase the drunk man started a brawl. Sargoth was quite sure it would end quickly since the drow looked both angry and lethal in general. The drunk was unarmed, wearing simple tabard and pants, but Sargoth knew Azuren had at least one weapon hidden behind his cloak. He would not have so much blood on him if he did not. Sargoth turned his attention to the drunk, a man far beyond most reasoning, judging by the smell that came off of him. He was interested in a fight, and a bloody one at that, but Sargoth had meant to rest, not take on a bar. He would inevitably be drawn in if this escalated, these fights just had a way of doing that. "You, you there! Yes, the smelly man who was just hit by the chair. Come here for a moment so I can talk to you." Sargoth watched as many dirty glances were shot back and forth between the two men. The man looked at Sargoth for a moment and decided to listen, but a fight was obviously still on his mind. "Get over here and I'll place a wager with you. If you win, you get to drink for free for quite awhile, if you lose, you walk away." Sargoth watched the man ponder his options in his stuper. Things might work out rather interestingly, supposing his new friend Azuren did not want his blood right now. |
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| Azuren | Sun Jul 18, 2004 7:32 pm Post #7 |
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Shooting angry glances at the man Azuren decided to sit down. Keeping his dagger clenched in his hand. Finally the drow calmed down, throwing his whiskey away he watched Sargoth. Thoughts of his brother, the way he was killed started going through his head. His mind was racing, but he still kept calm. The drunk reminded him so much of the people that his brother was murdered by...Azuren wanted to kill the man so much, but his other half the other half that was him before his brother was killed told him not to. Azuren was having an emotional battle on the inside... |
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| Sargoth | Mon Jul 19, 2004 12:42 am Post #8 |
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"Well, friend, well met. I'm going to assume you cannot remember your name so I'll just call you friend," Sargoth began as he watched the man pull out a chair and flop into it. The drunk frowned and began to slur, "I ain't your friend and I ain't interested in bein' it. Now tell me the bet so I can waste your coin on my drink." Sargoth smirked evilly but made it seem like he was impressed by the drunk's business attitude. He mumbled something under his breath, something inaudible in the ruckus of the tavern, but the vibrations were enough to strike Kilrur's interest. He quickly awoke and scurried down Sargoth's leg, across the floor, and up onto the drunk's shoe, where he sat waiting. "I can assure you that you will be well beyond passed out thanks to me, I have probably misjudged you and you will probably be taking my money in no time. I offer you this bet, a little test of stamina. An arm wrestling contest." The drunk smiled a sick smile and nodded heavily, confident in his own abilities. He put his arm on the table and Sargoth did the same. As the count was given, Sargoth's arm began turning opal in color. As the drunk began to push with all of his might, Sargoth's arm did not budge. It was as hard as stone. After a minute and a half of struggling, the drunk's eyes rolled back into his head and he toppled over onto the ground. His breathing was shallow and distant. Kilrur made his way back up Sargoth's leg and settled back down in his owner's pack. Sargoth smiled a mischevious smile again and turned his attention back to Azuren. "So, it seems we were interrupted, friend Azuren. I am sorry if I stirred up some unsettling memories. Please, where were we?" |
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| Azuren | Mon Jul 19, 2004 9:17 am Post #9 |
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Besides looking for the murderer of my brother I'm here adventuring Sargoth. I am so soory for getting emotional about my brother in here, it just pains me of the way he was killed. Enough of that. So how did the man pass out, I suppose it couldn't have been from the match or the alchole... |
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| Sargoth | Mon Jul 19, 2004 9:32 am Post #10 |
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Sargoth smiled at Azuren as if he had just made a witty joke. "Sometimes things are not always what they seem, you are right indeed my friend," Sargoth explained. He placed his hand on the table and made a sound. Within moments, Kilrur wandered down his arm and made a path to the center of the table. There, Kilrur began turning and looking from place to place for cover. "Meet Kilrur. He is responsible for the sleeping fellow at the foot of our table." |
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| Azuren | Mon Jul 19, 2004 9:38 am Post #11 |
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Looking at the posion spider Azuren pulled out his Shadow Dagger. Rolling it over in his hands. He even took notice to the caked up blood on the blade. Sargoth and this is what makes my enemies sleep...Hehehe! That got Azuren thinking again of how his clothes were matted in blood. |
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| Sargoth | Mon Jul 19, 2004 9:46 am Post #12 |
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"I only could assume you would keep a blade on your body Azuren," Sargoth grinned at the drow. "I don't think you would be so unkempt if it were otherwise." Sargoth kept his eyes focused on Azuren's dagger while he rubbed a finger gently on the wooden table. Almost instantly, tiny green vines with nubbed thorns began to spring out from the cracks in the wood and wave around in the air like dozens of arms. One particular vine grew longer than the rest and it began to hover over Azuren's hand. As Azuren rolled the dagger so the blade was pointed vertically, the vine sped downward and severed itself on the knife's midpoint. The vines then retracted into the table as if they were never there in the first place. The severed piece of plant shrivelled up and turned brown before it melted away into dust. "Sharp too, very impressive. I've seen several men carry blades no sharper than my wit, and that is a losing battle." |
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| Azuren | Tue Jul 20, 2004 3:01 pm Post #13 |
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Hahaha...There is no point to keep a dull blade on your body. What good would it be to defend yourself. My friend, I must go wash up. I am drawing too much attention to myself. Azuren headed up to his room and washed up a little, then made his way back down to join his new found friends... |
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| Sargoth | Tue Jul 20, 2004 4:15 pm Post #14 |
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Sargoth followed Azuren as he made his way back to the table. The drow looked slightly better now that a little of the blood was gone. A little was about right, too, because it seemed that a lot of it was stained permanently into the fabric. At least less people were taking notice now. While Azuren was away, Sargoth had taken care of the drunk that had been passed out on the floor. He took the liberty of pulling him outside and sitting him down next to the doorway to the tavern, a new bottle of wine in hand. "Welcome back, Azuren. You do look better after all." |
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| Azuren | Tue Jul 20, 2004 4:52 pm Post #15 |
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Hahaha, I can't stand being stared at it gets annoying. So wheres the drunk? The drow had many thoughts of where he could be...I'll go get us a round my friend...Azuren walked up to the bar and ordered two mugs of ale and brought it back to their seats. Placing one in front of Sargoth. He then took a big drink and waited for Sargoth ro answer his questions... |
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