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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 17, 2016 4:31:55 GMT
Symian's is Verdant Cabal's inn. It is run by the Bard of the group Symian Westwind. He has decorated with an eclectic collection of art. He has items from all across the world. Nothing is the same, not even the tables, chairs or tankards. Each item has a long story of how the bard acquired them. There are few guests of the inn, there are few visitors to the Verdant.
Symian is currently away, unlike the other members of the Cabal, Symian is not one for retirement.
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Symian's
Dec 18, 2016 12:07:35 GMT
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Dec 18, 2016 12:07:35 GMT
In Symian's absence, Clive Ramsey lead the festivities with his performances of old standards. With his adoptive mother being the Sheriff and the mayor a wizard, the young man found little use for most of his talents, leading Clive to settle into his role as town musician. Currently, he was playing a bouncy tarantella he had learned from a gnomish friend before she was strung up by a rival gang.
Clive himself had little use for the gods, and just a few years ago would have happily robbed any cleric in the right alley alongside his mates. As a magician himself, it seemed foolish to spit on his patroness. To him, the goddess of magic was like any crime boss. A bookie did not go to the effort of reminding people about the time the local kingpin was made a fool of. It was bad for business, and bad for health.
But he liked the coins people occasionally dropped in his hat, and he liked it when pretty girls flashed the bard a pretty smile. So he had that going for him.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 18, 2016 16:44:01 GMT
As dawn approached the inn was half empty. There were two bar maids walking about filling drinks quietly. At a table near a the large window sat Duma Brownearth, Thadeth Deepriser and Finnian Darke. Lysander Kane sat alone at the bar, deep into his cups. He had been there for hours drinking. Two young servants from the Mayor's Manor drank at a back table casting glances at Kane from their table.
When the sun lifted slowly above the horizon Mael Beese, a beautiful, flame-haired waitress who worked at the inn, walked over Clive. She moved right up in his space and placed a hand on either side of his face and planted a warm kiss on his lips.
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Symian's
Dec 18, 2016 19:09:33 GMT
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Dec 18, 2016 19:09:33 GMT
Clive was caught by surprise, but leaned into the kiss after losing his spot in the song. Then he moved to another song, grinning from ear to ear the whole time.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 18, 2016 19:19:50 GMT
Mael swayed with the music, standing just in front of Clive. She hummed along with him as he played, and her eyes closed caught completely in the Music.
Lysander turned from the bar as the song was winding down. He threw and empty woodened cup at Davis, and swore, "Keep quiet, boy. I am trying to think." He turned back to the bar before any reply, and started rubbing his face with both hands. All of the other patrons cast him a glance as he made a scene.
Duma Brownearth looked at Lysander and spat onto the oak wood floor. He threw a single gold coin into Clive's hat. The half orc druid did not speak, but that was normal, he was not a man of words.
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Symian's
Dec 18, 2016 22:19:11 GMT
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Dec 18, 2016 22:19:11 GMT
Clive played one more tune, then gave a bow and set his guitar down. Dawnsday would see him playing a lot more when the other locals arrived. He quickly pocketed the gold coin, before approaching Mael with an easy smile. "You know, if you want to join me on stage as a performer, you can always just ask. Not that I disapprove of the other approach."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 18, 2016 22:25:52 GMT
Mael gave him a wry smile, "You are from off aren't you. In Wildor we always begin the day kissing. It is suppose to bring love in the new year." Her laugh was as musical as her voice, but made others want to laugh with her. Then she moved close so only he could hear. "Though from my own experience it only seems to help bring love in that day." She ran a hand through his hair. "If you played something worth singing too I would have sung along."
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Symian's
Dec 18, 2016 23:57:42 GMT
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Dec 18, 2016 23:57:42 GMT
"In the city, we usually start the Last Night wearing masks and spend it with who we please, reenacting the chaos and darkness we once labored underneath. Secret duels are fought and many bastards are concieved. Then when the dawn comes, we cast off our disguises and return to our pious living... For a relative sense of the term." He set his left hand comfortably on her hip. "But as for the music, I can certainly attempt to correct that throughout the day. Or if you are not interested in singing to my particular brand of music, you could show off your skill on the pipe. The instrument, of course."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 19, 2016 0:08:52 GMT
Mael laughed and shook her head, "That is very different then about here. We wait to have to sun on us before we we enjoy our companion's company." She replied, and leaned against him. "I am quite skilled. If you ask really, really nicely, perhaps I will show you, and then maybe even play some music."
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Symian's
Dec 19, 2016 0:22:52 GMT
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Dec 19, 2016 0:22:52 GMT
He unashamedly pressed his hips into hers. "Perhaps we are just more impetuous in the city. But I am always keen to temper my wild youth with new learning experiences. So I should greatly appreciate a demonstration of your prowess, Mael Beese."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 19, 2016 0:42:26 GMT
Mael smiled wickedly, and with knowing look that made Clive's blood burn. "I would take you for a walk. Every year I like to bathe in the Sun's light." She sighed and glanced at the other serving woman. "You are going to have to wait until after High Sun though. Lyn won't let me leave until then." She rubbed her hip against his and gave a small shrug.
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Dec 19, 2016 22:50:42 GMT
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Dec 19, 2016 22:50:42 GMT
He pressed himself even more firmly into her, before reluctantly backing away. "Well... I'll watch the sun in anticipation like it was your own ass." He didn't take his eyes off her until he was beside his guitar again, and only then to retune it.
After another song, some halfling ditty about great dragons slipping into tiny caverns, Clive set his guitar strap about his shoulders and left to serenade the rest of the village.
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Post by Vanda on Dec 30, 2016 23:00:30 GMT
Vanda entered Symian's with no fanfare at all. Just walking in and up to the bar. She ordered a drink and looked sideways at Lysander, only happening beside him, not by any design. "You look troubled."
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Dec 30, 2016 23:18:18 GMT
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 30, 2016 23:18:18 GMT
Lysander Kane looked over at Vanda. He raised the Dragonwater whiskey to his thrust and said in a slurred voice. "Aye I am troubled. And no fucking blessing is going to ease my burdens."
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Post by Vanda on Dec 30, 2016 23:33:46 GMT
"Lucky I don't offer blessings then," she commented and ordered him another drink, "I can offer an ear if you need it, though, she offered and slid the drink over to him.
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