Tell Me Your Tale

[EZ_Pipsqueak Wonderkind]

A brief, cool breeze breaks the damp and stale monotony of the tale-worn room. The drunken singing and loud conversation in your head fades into dead silence. The comfort that you felt in the company of your friends degenerates into a mild paranoia...your training and instincts tell you that a stranger is in the room...your muscles tense and the alcohol is no longer affecting you...thoughts cascade your mind in no certain order: Has someone finally come to collect that bounty on me? to best me in duel? to avenge the loss of face or limb?

An agonizing moment passes as anticipation wells up in your throat.

"Please, no need to get up," a friendly voice cautions.

A tiny hand presses a small stack of silver coins neatly upon your table.

"...and let me buy you another drink."

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You apprehensively stroke the brim of your goblet, deliberating on its true contents...

A tiny and unassuming youg woman stands before you. She looks more comical than dangerous. More playful than practical. But through her oversized plate helm are penetrating green eyes. She has the look of both predator and prey...

"I mean no harm and have only the noblest of intentions," she says as she disarms herself, laying two intimidating blades upon your table---one looking as if its sole function was for gutting men and the other made from the tooth of a gigantic creature.

"I've heard a lot about this place," she says with childish intrigue, taking a moment to admire the setting. "That travelers of our kind can seek safety, answers, or just pass the time here. That some of Norrath's most scandalous or honorable men and women pass through from time to time..."

She removes her helm, revealing gnomish features. Her blonde hair and pale skin seem to glow against the background of her black attire.

"So stranger...tell me your tale, and I'll tell you mine..."

[EZ_Chris of Gyodokan]

The once cool breeze now has a warmth flowing through it. A magical heat is deffinatly in the air. In the doorway of the tavern stands a small figure of a man. His hands seam to emit the warmth felt in the air. Smoke rolling off them. Over his one shoulder he has a backpack with varrious weapons both sword,dagger, and club and over the other a large bow and quiver. He steps fully into the room and the light hits his face. His face sharp but yet rugged. The signs of a hard fight in his eyes. He steps up to your table, pulling out a chair and placing so he sits with his back to the wall. His bag of weapons clang as they are droped to his feet. Still though his bow stays on his shoulder loosly ready to be used at a moments notice.

"I am just a weary adventurer in these lands. I've traveled with many of all name class and race. I have seen your steps upon this world and know of you and your kin. There aren't many that lay foot on these lands whos tracks don't pass mine eyes. Let me buy your next round of ale. You have deserved a drink or two for your hardships."

He then pulls a small pipe from his other pack and puts it in his mouth. With a few words muddled under his breath. A flame is cast lighting the fine erbs and leaves within his pipe. He then leans back in his chair, smoking his pipe and waiting to see the door open once again.

"Softness triumphs over hardness, feebleness over strength. What is more malleable is always superior over that which is immoveable. This is the principle of controlling things by going along with them, of mastery through adaption."*LAO-TZU*
"You and your opponent are one. There is a coexisting relationship between you. You coexist with your opponent and become his complement, absorbing his attack and using his force to overcome him." *BRUCE LEE*

[Dragynphyre]

"Bartender...I'll take about 20 bottles of your finest Elven Wine. No, I'm not meeting anyone here. Yes, I am going to drink them all myself, thank you very kindly. Now if you'll just...you want HOW much? Oh, nevermind...I'll be going now..."

Delissandra walks out the front door, and slips around the side and in through a window, taking a seat at the shadowy table farthest from the bar. She opens up a small pouch and counts the coins she just lifted from the bartender.

She stretches her long legs out along the bench and takes a bottle of wine out of her pack. She drinks the whole thing in one long gulp, and eyes the room...

Delissandra 'Aunty Del' Splitshadow
Journeyman Rogue of 35th Rank
Only 9,120 more platinum to save up to be able to buy an FBSS...

[EZ_Pipsqueak Wonderkind]

Delissandra,

I loved that :P

Still have a bunch of things to work out with the arses at Verant before I can post my story grrrrrrrr