No real cohesive storyline here, but I thought it was kinda fun.
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The babbling brook tavern.
The devout congregation of Greeny's Edge is gathered here for the ritual of the light. A burly sailor
stands here, puffing a wooden pipe. A blonde barmaid works nearby, her hair shining in the light. A
flag bearing the emblem of a crescent moon has been raised proudly here.
A Barmaid moves towards you angrily...
The babbling brook tavern.
Slinking about nearby, you spot the figure of (Ester P. Snodgrass, Esquire).
You can discern no hidden presences here.
Stunted Stefan says, "Whoa now".
Someone raises an eyebrow tentatively.
A Barmaid bashes you.
A Barmaid bashes you.
Someone blinks.
A Barmaid bashes you.
Ester says, "Whoa?".
Stefan waves his arms in front of him, backing away from the barmaid. "Honey!" he shouts, curling into a ball.
A Barmaid bashes you.
Stefan peers up through his arms. "I didn't mean nuttin' with that other barmaid, I swear!" he cries.
Ester says, "She doesn't seem to like you.".
A Barmaid bashes you.
Stefan ducks another blow, wincing as the barmaid shatters a tray on his legs.
A Barmaid bashes you.
A Barmaid bashes you.
Stefan quickly scoops up a drink from the tavern counter, gulping it down, while flashing you a roguish smile. "Domestic issues, tis all," he explains.
Someone nods her head emphatically.
A Barmaid bashes you.
Ester says, "Aye, she seems to be the violent type.".
A Barmaid bashes you.
Someone scolds a Barmaid angrily.
Stefan leans in, hugging the barmaid around the legs, his head barely reaching her waist. "Susannah, darling," he wheedles, "You know how my life is!".
Ester says, "You should bring her flowers. Flowers always help.".
Ester says, "Or perhaps a sparkly.".
Stefan ducks back, dodging a hurled handful of crockery. "It's not easy being a Loremaster!" he cries, stamping one small foot, getting beaned in the forehead by a flung dinnerplate as a result.
A Barmaid bashes you.
Stefan falls backwards, stunned by the flatware. "... Can't fend off the ladies well enough..." he mutters in a dazed tone.
A Barmaid bashes you.
Ester says, "Those cooking pots are brutal.".
Stefan rolls his eyes towards you, his gaze brightening. "And from the pain, lo, an angel swooped down to tend my wounds..." he mumbles, staring at you in adoration.
Someone snorts arrogantly.
look at ester
An aura of barely suppressed mirth surrounds the petite woman. Although she barely reaches your
shoulder in height, her green eyes sparkle with barely suppressed energy. Her red hair is casually
pulled back, with haphazard wisps falling about her freckled face. She wears clean, yet patched
clothing of indeterminate color and size. Her gamine grine seems to fit perfectly with her slightly
grimy toes that are painted a shocking pink.
She is standing nearby, surrounded by an aura of protection, wearing a winged silver helm, a rune
belt, a slinky black silk nightgown, a pair of diamond earrings, a thick robe spangled with
gemstones, a silver fillet studded with a topaz stone, a hessian sack, and a small guitar. Ester is
wielding an adamant longsword in her right hand, and nothing in her left. She is female. She is
healthy.
Ester says, "Riiight.".
Ester says, "I'm just as mean as she is, even if i don't have a cooking pot to throw.".
Someone looks around for a plate.
Ester says, "What is it you're wantin sugar? Beer?".
Stefan weakly reaches over to pat your foot, blinking in astonishment at your toes. "Pink toes and spite...!" he explains. "My type of woman. Color-coded spunk...".
Someone chuckles long and heartily.
Ester says, "Well yes yes. But they're dirty! Don't touch my feet!".
Ester says, "Yeesh! Germs".
Ester says, "But. I can't bring myself to flirt with you in front of her".
Someone points an accusing finger at a Barmaid.
Ester says, "Lead on shorty. We'll chatter.".
Stefan nods slowly, weaving his way to the door.
You begin to flap your robes furiously and nod knowingly as you shoot up into the skies.
Up among the clouds.
A blonde barmaid works nearby, her hair shining in the light.
A figure flits into view in the shadows of your mind.
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"barmaid2712" a Barmaid.
Someone giggles happily.
Ester says, "You brought her with you?".
Someone points an accusing finger at a Barmaid.
Ester says, "Sheesh".
Stunted Stefan says, "She followed me".
You let out a pained sigh.
Ester says, "Now that's sorta stalkereque.".
Stunted Stefan says, "The curse of the dastardly charming
loremaster...".
Someone speaks to a Barmaid in an even, measured tone, weaving gestures of pacifism.
Ester says, "It's cause you're not wearing pants.".
Ester says, "I never yet met a loremaster who had a small... stave?".
Someone chuckles long and heartily.
Stefan grins wryly, lifting up the hem of his robes to reveal a flash of stumpy legs.
Ester says, "Oh dear.".
Stunted Stefan says, "Plenty more where that came from, Angel".
Ester says, "Angel?".
Entrance hall to Grove Tavern.
A tall man stands nearby, dressed in a green cloak and carrying a broadsword. A flag bearing the
emblem of a snow-white swan has been raised proudly here.
Ester says, "Meh, Call me Ester. ".
Ester says, "Superlative nicnames make me antsy.".
Stefan clutches his hand to his chest. "Lo, the angel has a name!" he cries. "Have I been slain, and my ship directed to heaven?".
Grove Tavern Bar.
A blonde barmaid works nearby, her hair shining in the light. A plain tome bound in leather lies
here. A flag bearing the emblem of a snow-white swan has been raised proudly here. Garion
Troll-beard wanders aimlessly nearby. A wild boar tramples around nearby, sniffing the ground.
A figure flits into view in the shadows of your mind.
Garion Troll-Beard moves towards you angrily...
Stunted Stefan says, "Oh dear. The barmaid's father...".
Someone nods her head emphatically.
Garion Troll-Beard bashes you.
A Barmaid moves towards you angrily...
A Barmaid bashes you.
Stefan ducks a blow from Garion, nodding his head politely. "And her sister...".
Stunted Stefan says, "Good day, Sir!".
Entrance hall to Grove Tavern.
A tall man stands nearby, dressed in a green cloak and carrying a broadsword. A flag bearing the
emblem of a snow-white swan has been raised proudly here.
A figure flits into view in the shadows of your mind.
Ester says, "What did you do to the poor lass!".
Someone giggles happily.
Ester says, "Naughty man! Her sister too?".
Stunted Stefan says, "Well. I'll not be buying any of his brews in the future".
Ester says, "I'm thinkin perhaps your brews are not to be swallowed either...".
Stefan offers you a wounded look. "I didn't do anything!" he exclaims. "Silly country girls just getting their notions confused.".
Ester says, "Course!".
Stunted Stefan says, ""I love you" doesn't always mean -I- -LOVE-
-YOU-".
Stunted Stefan says, "Anyone knows that!".
Entrance hall to Grove Tavern.
Slinking about nearby, you spot the figure of (Buck Nekkid Aja, Greenwood Godiva).
Slinking about nearby, you spot the figure of (Ester P. Snodgrass, Esquire).
You can discern no hidden presences here.
Ester says, "It just means haystack it up with me eh?".
Someone mutters something about being a silly country girl.
Stefan shrugs his shoulders, grinning. "It made up for the watered down beer," he explains.
Someone grimaces. "Their beer really isn't good for much other than a headache now is it?"
look at aja
This bear is of the grizzly variety and is very big! An almost intelligent glint in its eye unnerves
you, although you do not feel threatened by its physical presence.
Stefan raises his eyebrows in shock. "What manner of beast is this?!" he yelps, pointing at the bear.
Ester says, "That's Aja. She gets all worried when folks mess about the Garion and his kin".
Ester tells Stunted Stefan, "I'd duck".
Stefan edges closer to Ester, his short height matching nicely with hers - his head reaches nearly to her chest. Muttering beneath his breath, he tells her, "I think that bear has an almost
intelligent glint in its eye.".
Someone grins at you in an amiable manner.
Stunted Stefan tells Ester, "Mind you, I don't feel threatened by its physical presence - merely unnerved".
Someone winks at Aja.
Someone grins at a shadowy figure in an amiable manner.
an enormous black bear tells Ester, "No reason you should feel
threatened.".
Someone giggles happily.
Ester says, "Who's threatened?".
Ester says, "I ain't threatened.".
an enormous black bear says, "Good".
Ester says, "The shorty here, he's nervous".
Someone points an accusing finger at you.
an enormous black bear says, "She should be".
((yay for bad RP Aja))
Ester says, "Course, given his lack of erm... Pants?".
Stefan bows low before the bear, his comical stature leaving his head nearly scraping the floor. "Good Bear-Woman, She-Bear of Garion-kin," he says, forcing his voice in a loud tone. "I mean
you NO HARM.".
Someone giggles happily.
Ester says, "I like you!".
Someone cries, "Whee!" catching you in her arms and spinning around joyfully.
Stefan turns to Ester with an uncertain gaze. "Do you think it understood me?" he asks nervously.
Someone bows to Aja too, giggling as she does so.
Someone winks at Stefan. "I dunno! Maybe you outta pet her, and see" .
Someone looks off to the above and sprints away.
Someone giggles happily.
Ester says, "And that was Aja".
Someone mutters something about people coming and going so quickly here.
Stefan strokes his chin in thought, fingers getting tangled in his scraggly beard. After a moment of yanking and a short curse, he frees them. "The bear has gone, fair Ester!" he crows. "I
have diffused the danger and protected your frail form.".
Ester says, "Well bless your heart! I shall ever henceforth, and hereby always feel safe if you're around sugar.".
Stefan strides closer in one bound, bouncing onto his toes and upturning his head. "I do believe that's worth something in thanks, lass," he winks.
Someone wonders if she ought to curtsey. Then decides that yes, that speech deserves a curtsey.
Someone sweeps an elaborate curtsey, that almost holds up, before she trips and lands on her tuckass in a disgraceful heep.
Stefan frowns in disappointment. "A curtsey is a step, I suppose," he sighs.
Ester says, "Oh crud".
Someone giggles happily.
Ester says, "That didn't work out!".
Stefan steps closer, beaming. "You're my height!" he exclaims happily, before offering you a hand to rise.
Someone giggles happily.
Someone takes the hand offered and stands up. "You know, I rarely meet folks shorter than me! This is exciting!
Stefan's fingers tense on your hand. "Don't make any sudden movements," he hisses. "The feral creature is back...".
Ester says, "You should poke her".
Someone hands you a stick and giggles.
Stefan extends his hand towards the bear, eyes wide, as he would do to a dog, to let it sniff him. "We will not hurt you," he says in a soothing undertone. "You are safe with us, great Bear-Lady.
an enormous black bear tells Stunted Stefan, "Please leave here.
Thakrians are not welcome".
Ester says, "Aww, Aja, he's cute though!".
Someone rolls her eyes in exasperation.
Someone pats Stefan on the head. Lookit how lil he is!
Stefan frowns, staring at Ester. "I think there was something in that beer that got thrown at me," he mumbles to her. "I could swear I just heard a bear talk...".
Ester says, "Mmm, the bear has a name.".
Ester says, "She's a talky type.".
Stefan stares at the bear in astonishment, stepping closer to lightly lay a hand on her muzzle. "Bear-Lady, great She-Bear of Garion-kin, are you communicating?" he intones.
Someone gives Aja a pat on the rear and giggles.
an enormous black bear says, "I've communicated all I'm going to with you.".
Stefan gapes in shock. "What magic is this?!" he cries, staring up at the towering - and apparently talking - beast.
Stunted Stefan says, "Angel, dear, Ester, we must flee!!!".
Ester says, "Let us away!".
You begin to flap your robes furiously and nod knowingly as you shoot up into the skies.
Up among the clouds.
A blonde barmaid works nearby, her hair shining in the light.
A figure flits into view in the shadows of your mind.
Someone wonders how to explain things. "Aja is a ranger. Have you met rangers before dear?".
Stefan pants, hiding behind an outcropping of cloud (although the insubstantial mist ensures the hiding is rather more a crouching in midair).
Someone crouches down behind a cloud too because it looks like fun and tries to make a cloud ball to throw at passing loremasters.
Stefan wafts apart a corner of cloud, peering down below him to the continent spread beneath. "Ester..." he says solemnly. "I fear I've made a worse enemy than I suspected!".
Someone peeks down through the hole to see what is being spied upon.
Ester says, "What? The bear?".
Stefan raises his eyebrows, looking at you. "Garion!!!" he shouts. "Not only does he have a very...extensive family, with daughters in every tavern, he has a TALKING BEAR in his command.".
Someone giggles happily. "Of course!" She blinks. "Although sugar, I have to say, you sorta brought that on yourself! Flirting with those hayseeds.
Stefan glances up, waggling his eyebrows and shifting his hips a bit lewdly. "Who said it was just flirting?" he winks.
Stefan clutches his head, curling into a fetal ball. "I knew I shouldn't have promised to provide for her and her family and all her friends and her kitten until the end of my days - It was
the drink talking!".
Someone shakes her head sadly. "It was the promise of the kitten that did it. I tell you! Are you truly that desperate?
Stunted Stefan says, "It's not desperation! It's the CURSE".
Ester says, "The curse?".
Lucifer emerges from the clouds, his robes flapping furiously.
Stefan lets out a low sigh, peering down through the clouds to watch for Garion. "The curse of being a Loremaster. The bane of charm, wit, irresitable sexual attraction. We have to fend off the
ladies, and sometimes...".
Stefan sighs again, shrugging in resignation. "Sometimes you get tired of fending.".
Stunted Stefan tells Lucifer, "I am explaining to Ester the bane of being a Loremaster".
Someone giggles happily. "I'm just not convinced! .
Stunted Stefan tells Lucifer, "How the ladies chase us and refuse to give us peace!".
Lucifer tells Stunted Stefan, "Haha, this is true".
Ester says, "I told you! It's because you don't wear pants.".
Stunted Stefan tells Ester, "See?".
Stefan wiggles one foot, displaying a stocky, hairy leg.
Ester says, "I do see the barmaid issue".
Stunted Stefan says, "Who could resist?".
Stunted Stefan says, "I'd best avoid going to any taverns owned by
Garion for a bit. He might still have that feral, stinking trained bear about".
Lucifer says, "Aja?".
Stefan ponders the question. "Aja..." he muses. "That is what he's named his attack-bear?".
Stunted Stefan says, "An odd name for a beast, but Garion IS an odd man".
Ester says, "And his daughters aren't as comely as all that eh?".
Stefan gently disentangles himself from the clouds, stepping away from Ester. "Now, my sweet, I must ignore your implores to stay and love you all night," he says coaxingly, "But I must depart for
a time. Try to be brave and shed few tears on me behalf.".
Ester says, "You go right head with your boy thing then sweetums.".
Stefan pauses, considering. "A few are ok, actually, it makes things nicely romantic. Just don't cry TOO many, or else I look bad.".
Someone nods her head at you.
Ester says, "I'll just wallow in self misery and pity until you've
returned to brighten my day.".
Stunted Stefan says, "That's the spirit".
Stefan bows gallantly before Ester, before taking her hand and laying a light kiss upon it.
Ester says, "Course internally and such".
Ester says, "So no one knows,".
Someone curtsies gracefully.
Stunted Stefan says, "Farewell, my angel".
(exit the half-pint)
