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| Mist | Apr 30 2009, 12:42 AM Post #1 |
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Scorch Muffins!
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Prelude Sparse rays of moonlight shown through the cloudy sky, precariously landing upon a brightly lit tavern from which jovial sounds echoed into the night. Within, the bar-like layout of the ground floor was very simple; a mug-covered counter overlooked a brief expanse of round tables upon which the greater majority of jovial action was taking place. A boisterous Bard sang an entrancing ditty and strummed articulately upon a lute at the base of a table near the center. In tune to the song and atop the table, a Monk performed a stunning dance of great dexterity and skill that occasionally involved spinning upon his cloth-cap covered head. His robe-like garb was a simple blend of brown accented by tree green, and when the intensity of the dance caused his cap to flutter away, the parting of his raven black hair revealed a moon-shaped scar smack dab in the middle of his forehead. It was hard to say whether the jarring tune was caused by the cloth falling upon the Bard's hand or the keen eye's distracted fall upon this new fountain of untold background goodness that held the heart and soul of his vocation. Either way, however, the music suddenly stopped as one Illios Larghress proclaimed that it was due time for another round of ale (on the house, of course). They had only been traveling together a short time, the Monk and the Bard, and Illios always made every attempt to break the peaceful silence to which Cho' was so accustomed; to speak of stories and past experiences, and dig up oh so guarded memories. It seemed it was about that time again. A gleam lit in the aspiring Bard's eye as the Monk's true weakness came into view, catching his full attention and interest. As the pretty little barmaid rounded the corner and came to set the drinks down upon the table, a plot hatched in two heads of frighteningly similar design. Before she even knew what hit her, Illios was at her side. "Take this drink, m'lady, and set yourself by my good friend here." he stated as he slipped a silver coin past her peripheral vision and handed her the mug she had given him not moments before (from which he had already stolen a sip or two), "Mark me, he has a story to tell, for surely one does not acquire such shapely scars by accident." A natural 20 on persuasion. Damn! The acute Monk could easily detect a scheme a mile away, but with the beautiful lass now by his side he couldn't stop it. He had been cornered. So, what more could he do? Taking another swig from his ale, he sat for a moment, stoically staring into the glistening pool at the bottom of the glass. By his expression, he seemed to be digging up memories of a story the few onlookers were becoming anxious to hear, but in actuality he was merely concentrating on getting his blood flowing so the alcohol could reach his head faster. Cho' cleared his throat and slipped his hand around the bar maid's waist, "There are some legends everyone knows but nobody tells, and there are others everybody tells but none truly know; mine is both..." |
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| Mist | Apr 30 2009, 12:48 AM Post #2 |
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Scorch Muffins!
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Chapter 1 - Cho'Mama WIP |
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