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A Bard; Opened
Topic Started: Mon Oct 3, 2005 1:57 am (205 Views)
Preamuck
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It was dark out and starry. The moon shone brightly as Preamuck trotted down the street to the tavern called the song of elves. She had her lute attached to her back, while her other insturments were already in her room at the tavern. She was going to perform tonight, only if there was room for her performance, the tavern was normally busy with many bards and it was hard to get a spot to play.
She slowed her pace as she neared the inn and faced the door and opened it. The noise that came out of the tavern was slightly over whilming, but Preamuck had gotten use to it. She traveled around alot and went to different taverns all over Imythess. She liked Song of Elves tavern the best.

She walked inside and looked around at the tavern: there was many people here tonight, so many that there was hardly any place to sit down. Preamuck made her way to the other side of the tavern where she saw an empty table, but as she got closer a large human sat quickly in one of the seats, glaring at her as she approached.
"This seat is already taken beast."
The man was still glaring at her and she just looked at him and kept moving. She didn't like getting into fights, she knew that the man that glared at her was looking for a fight and she was smarter then to argue. She knew it wasn't right that she got pushed around and that she should stand up for herself, but she liked to keep to herself.

She walked up to the bar where no one was sitting and pushed the seat that was placed there away. She looked around for the bar tender but she didn't see him. She sat down on her hinde legs and waited. As she waited she listened to the bard that was playing at the moment; it was a slow beutiful song, and many were dancing to it. Preamuck wasn't sure what she was going to play, but she never worried about that until she was on stage.

She wanted something to drink but the bartender wasn't around so she sat waiting, but she noticed that the man that called her beast was watching her, along with some of his friends that had come to sit with him. She cold tell they didn't like her, and that made her uneasy. She tried to ignore them but when they stood she froze; she had no real way she could fight, she kept her claws trimmed so she could play the harp and lute, so she was unarmed.
They came to the bar and sat near her, on all sides; there was about six of them, all watching her. She saw a glint of something shiny and knew it was a dagger. She stood slowly and began walking away from the bar, hoping not to fight them. But when she got about two feet away all of them but two stood and walked towards her. Preamuck looked at them and stopped walking, "If there is something I can help you with you can ask." She wondered what their reaction would be. She found it better not to act scared.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was going to ask you, what does that pretty scaley skin look like on a wall." The man that had called her beast drew his sword and came towards her.
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Isidra
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Crowds. Cities. People in general. All things Isidra preferred to avoid for the most part. But a part of her, a part she almost hated, was lonely and longed for contact with the world after spending weeks at a time in the wilderness. She told herself that she enjoyed living close to the earth. In the wild lands, there was no one to judge, no one to be bothered by. And it was most definitely safer for herself.

But living alone with no companions was a hollow life, no matter what she told herself. It was mere existence. So she finally decided after three long weeks to visit the city and sit in the tavern for an evening. Doing so seemed to be a mistake, however. It was more crowded then she would have liked, and the noise, sounds, and press of bodies made it hard for her to keep her wits about her.

Now she was sitting in a dark corner, as far away from everyone as she could get. Still a drunk would sometimes stumble her way and throw an arm around her slender shoulders. So far she had given out two bloodied noses to such men. Instead, her eyes were trained towards the front of the hall, where the bards were performing. She seemed to hardly notice as the drake entered, and even as the creature settled itself, Isidra had readied herself to go, brushing past the brute who had just uttered his insult.

Another reason to hate humanity, she thought to herself as she casually, but forcefully shoved an elbow into his ribs. She applied just enough pressure to make his chest deflate, but gentle enough to make it appear as an accident. Isidra seemed hardly aware she had done so and never faltered a step towards the door.

{Jeez, I'm rusty... let me know if this totally sucked...}
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Vestein
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Vestein had had a hard week he had been run out of 2 towns and wanted to spend some time alone, but it was not to be. As he ducked into the tavarn he imediatly noteced the four men at a table drawing variuse wepons and one bent over slightly holding a sword. he stepped aside to let the cause of his distress pass, then he found the person who the hostility was directed againced. The drow sitting at the bar doing nothing provoctaive to anyone other than breathing.

He sighed some people just didnt get it. Vestein possitiond himself between the armed men and the drow.
"is their a problem here? or is anyone in need of acistence?" the last remark was directed at the drow.
Then he turned back to the tensed men and stared at them with curiusly animal eyes.
((sorry its not longer im just not used to this yet))
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Preamuck
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Preamuck watched as a woman walked by and elbowed the man who held the sword, but kept going. And when a man walked up to them she cocked her head at him when he asked if someone needed help. She wasn't sure if she or didn't; she was quite capable of running away if need be.
The men looked at the man who stood between them and the drake, all of them sneering. One of the men soke up, "Move it or we'll have to have your head as well." Preamuck knew that one person couldn't take out all four of them, but then there also was two more men sitting at the bar waiting.

Preamuck started easing away slightly, trying to get out of what would soon be a fight. She just wanted to play her at the tavern but of course she had to run into some trouble. She inched away slowly towards the stage where a bard had just got done playing.

She looked at the men who still sat at the bar to see if their attention was somehwere else; which it was, they all were focused at the man who stood in front of the rest of them.

She got about four feet away when she saw more swords being drawn from the rest of the men. She could tell they weren't happy at all. She hated when bar fights broke out, it normally ment that the whole tavern would start fighting. And this fight looked like it could even be bloody.

She looked at the man who had stood infront of her and knew she should help him if a fight did break out. They only weapon she really had was her teeth, they were sharp enough to rip meat from a bone. And she also had her wings which would help as a distraction. She walked around to the back of the four men, who were still preoccupied. She stretched her wings between the four men; two on the left and two on the right. Her wings were closed together like she was clapping. When she startched them far enough she snapped them opened and the men went flying; two flew towards the bar and crashed behind it and two went towards the stage and hit the wall.

She quickly folded her wings back up for they took up so much room. Many people moved away from her so as not to get hit. The two men at the bar stood and came at her. She didn't want to use her wings again because they could cut them and then she wouldn't be able to fly for awhile. So now she had to use her teeth, though she would be able only to target one, and if she did that the other man could get her with his sword. She hoped that the man that offered to help would help her.


(Your role-playing isn't that rusty Isidra, you just have to interact with the other player a bit more, I couldn't add you to my post that much because you didn't do much. My reply really sucks...)
(It's OK to have short posts, after you role-play more they will get longer. I don't have a problem with new role-players. You can control what the thugs do, their not my characters so I don't mind.)
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Vestein
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His plan was to get it over with quicly and with the minimum of fuss, no brawl that way. As soon as the first two men were felled he let go... of the beast ((this counts as a bersker rage)). Vestien droped his pack then begain to alter himself time slowed around him and yet only seconds passed hes arms elongated grew hair and lage claws, he grew a bestial mussle and yelowed teeth. He snarled at the two men in front of him and poised for the strike. One reacted with fear and sliced down with his sword it bit into vestiens upper arm. Swinging his arm Vestien sent the sword skimming across the floor and in the same motion back handed the man over a table.

He then grabbed the other man and lifted him onto the bar pinning him with his claws around the neck. He sweazed the mans eyes bulged and his face went red. Trickls of blood ran down from the claws wounds. Snarling again he pressed the man into the bar. then as though losing some inner strugle he changed agian time onced again slowing and returning to normal, Vestien retured to his original form and pulled the man back off the bar
"even you dont deserve that... but you do deserve this!" the later part of the sentence was spoken whille he kicked vicusly into the mans stomach.
"maybe this well teach people to be nice for once!"

Realising the two more men were heading for Preamuck he grapled the nearest one drawing him close pulling his arm behind his back and broke it with as satisfactory crunch. He let the man fall on top of the man strugeling to breath on the ground.

Things were going well Vestien thought one left nice and easy... he was hit with a stool, The force sent him tumbeling into the table the men were sitting at previusly... It hit him with as much force as the Man could muster."no beast drinks with me!"cried one man, who had got up and used his stool as a makeshift wepon, the people surrounding him go up and moved away they did not wish to get caught up in the fight.
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