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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 1, 2017 0:09:07 GMT
Gustaves followed his friend Andraste into the room. He sat down beside her asked, "How did your day go?" He was wearing a loose tunic and brown wool pants.
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Feb 1, 2017 1:21:46 GMT
Sabarrah nods to her brother and drains her cup, then looking at Clive she chuckles and refills it. 'Care to share any that may be suitible for company? ..Sans goat defilement.. unless of course you like some exercise before cooking dinner?' The last is said in an amused light tone. "Not at all. I like music, dancing, cyphers, fighting, the occult, thieving, history lessons, and long periods of fornication. I am a well-rounded heathen, you see."
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Post by Louis Cypher on Feb 1, 2017 1:25:13 GMT
"Not at all. I like music, dancing, cyphers, fighting, the occult, thieving, history lessons, and long periods of fornication. I am a well-rounded heathen, you see." "Stop Ramsey, you'll make me blush," Louis quipped.
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Post by Sabarrah on Feb 1, 2017 9:02:26 GMT
Sabarrah snickers a little and mock pouts 'and here I was wandering the best way to tenderise meat in some unusual manner.' She looks between the two men a moment and then laughs. 'My, thats a subtle way to announce your intentions.'
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Feb 1, 2017 9:13:55 GMT
Clive winked suggestively at Louis before responding to Sabarrah, "You should see the notes we write each other in wizard's shorthand. Well, you wouldn't be able to read them, because they're in this secret, tonal cosmic language constructed by blind gnomish heretics of some dead god... But they are quite spicy, I assure you."
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Post by Sabarrah on Feb 1, 2017 11:21:36 GMT
Sabarrah huffs softly and wafts herself in a dramatic cooling manner with a hand. 'oh my.. perhaps I should learn another language and some nifty hand work.' she says mock breathlessly.
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Post by Andraste Jora on Feb 1, 2017 21:20:23 GMT
Gustaves followed his friend Andraste into the room. He sat down beside her asked, "How did your day go?" He was wearing a loose tunic and brown wool pants. WWEll enough," she said. "I did some fighting and some drinking, and now I'm ready for more drinking." She grinned, almost wolfishly. "And you?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 2, 2017 0:42:04 GMT
"I lost all my coin gambling and got vomited on. Hardly my best Dawnsday." Gustavus sighed and rubbed at his head and asked, "How drunk are you planning on getting?"
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Feb 2, 2017 6:20:08 GMT
Vanda entered the study, she leant against the table by Toustain and smiled down at him, "evening," she said in a low voice. The man was very handsome, afterall. She hadn't bothered dressing up for the event, just wearing her usual clothes. Toustain looked up to see that the origin of the voice was a young comely female . He flashed her a smile. "Evening." He thought for a second. "Vanda, isn't it?"
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Post by Andraste Jora on Feb 2, 2017 20:21:20 GMT
"I lost all my coin gambling and got vomited on. Hardly my best Dawnsday." Gustavus sighed and rubbed at his head and asked, "How drunk are you planning on getting?" "Drunk enough to enjoy it but not so drunk I'll throw up or my head will start to spin." She gave him a cocky smile. "I can hold my drink well enough."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 2, 2017 20:48:01 GMT
"That is good. I don't usually drink myself. My master does not approve." Gustavus replied to Andraste. "Hey do you think there will be a vegetarian option? I don't do meant any more."
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Post by Clive Ramsey on Feb 3, 2017 18:32:40 GMT
"That is good. I don't usually drink myself. My master does not approve." Gustavus replied to Andraste. "Hey do you think there will be a vegetarian option? I don't do meant any more." "Beer and wine are vegetarian. Possibly mead, if you don't feel bad for the poor bees that were unjustly robbed of their life's work. FUCK! Those poor bees!"
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Post by Andraste Jora on Feb 3, 2017 21:36:11 GMT
Andraste rolled her eyes. "Bees can make more honey. That's all that matters. Mead is too good not to drink it."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 5, 2017 22:07:58 GMT
"Mead is fine... my master has advised me to not consume the flesh of any living creatures. It can negatively affect my chi." Gustavus replied and then filled his cup with wine.
Lysander Fiske walked into the room and looked about. His eyes were bloodshot and he rubbed at them. He had changed his shirt since early, but this shirt was also wrinkled and worn. He looked around the room, and then coughed trying to get everyone's attention. When he had the room's attention he spoke in his soft voice, "It seems like the occupants of this table have been chosen to escort today's tithe's up to the temple." He looked around the room, "So I would eat fast, and not drink too much. It must be reach the temple by dawn tomorrow."
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Post by Sabarrah on Feb 6, 2017 8:27:50 GMT
Sabarrah blinks a couple of times. 'Uh?!? Talk about short notice.. not that I overly mind going on a trip.. but being blunt.. how long ago was this planned? To be honest it would have been nice to have known this morning at least. I recon most of this tables drink far more than I have today.' Sabarrah does not exactly grumble but is frowning at the awfully short notice given that a tithe is a reguarly occurring trip.
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