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| Tweet Topic Started: Sun Nov 27, 2005 12:41 am (269 Views) | |
| Romanus | Sun Nov 27, 2005 12:41 am Post #1 |
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Romanus rode into the village, looking around. "Pitiful, so small." He sighed, then continued on to the stables. He was hungry, he hadn't eaten all day, just riding from Cascadia straight here. He paid for a night in the stables, then wandered around, eventually coming to the Green Gryphon. He paid for a nights room, then ordered some food. He then sat down at a table near the door, and waited for his food. He was facing the door, aways from everyone else, not caring for the loudness of the common room. Finally, his food came, some chicken and a mug of ale. He pushed the ale away, and attacked the chicken, eateing like a wolf. When he was done, he just sat back and watched the door. |
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| Stirling | Sun Nov 27, 2005 1:04 am Post #2 |
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Stirling pushed the door open with a large, unnessisary amount of force. He was cold and hungry, two things that didn't mix well with a Demonic Infused. It had been a long journey through the winds, and his black cloak had done little to protect his rough skin. As soon as you can fly, you shall do nothing else! Roared the voice inside Stirling's head, the gutteral sounds belonging to Nota’man the Pit Fiend. He had been angry at the Thief for not getting a horse, instead choosing to walk, and saying that he would be weak with exertion before he reached the next village. The Half-Drow's stubborness prevailed in getting him to Kellen unexhausted. Stomping over to the bar, he ordered a large mug of spicy liquer and a joint of venison for him to eat. Whether by alcohol or flames, he would heat himself. Taking the food, Stirling took it to the nearest chair he could find, one close to the door. He couldn't be bothered in taking his custemory seat at the back in the shadows. Ripping off a chunk of meat with his sharp teeth, he let his glowing red eyes wander over the room in front of him from beneath the shadow of his hood. The meat was good, and even the little he just ate was improving his mood. His red orbs set on a man sitting opposite him, staring right back. The Half-Drow swallowed his third peice of flesh, and called out over the noise to him. "What exactly are you looking at, stranger?" it wasn't polite, yet wasn't abusive. Two seconds before hand, however, he would have killed the human. |
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| Romanus | Sun Nov 27, 2005 2:19 am Post #3 |
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He shrugged and looked vack at his empty plate. "Just kindof staring off, I suppose." He looked back up at the strange person, wondering who he was and why he was sitting with him. He ordered some more food, and watched the other person while he waited. His food finally came, and Romanus started attacking this chicken like the last one, quickly finishing it, then sat back again. "Good food....." He looked at the other person again. |
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| Stirling | Sun Nov 27, 2005 2:49 am Post #4 |
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Shrugging off the answer, Stirling continued taking meat off the bone, slowing down as his hunger was being satisfied. Throwing the bare bone to the dogs, the Half-Drow took up his mug of drink in his reddish-gray left hand and took a few gulps. Setting it back down, he turned his attention again to the stranger, who was eating ravinously. A small smile moved the pinkish scar the was situated over his right eye, distorting it. Watching people eat, for some reason, amused him. When the stranger commented on the quality of the food, Stirling couldn't help but agree. "Yes, it is nice. Not many places like this where I normally come from." |
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| Romanus | Sun Nov 27, 2005 3:08 am Post #5 |
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"Same here, unless of course you lived in the Imperial Palace. I haven't had food like this in.......well, ever." He sighed, looking around the common room. "Well, what brings you here, just food, or something else? I don't believe I have ever seen someone of your.......race, before. A demon, are you, or merely one of those Demonic Infused I've heard about? That sounds like some fun....." He smiled slightly, a malicious smile. |
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