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4 years ago ::
Aug 28, 2009 - 1:51AM
#1
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Date Joined:
Dec 15, 2005
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As you step into the familiar place it is obvious some redecorating has been done. The bar has been moved to the left side of the inn and now features a more modern look. Large mirror behind the shelves give a look of grandeur and soft burning lights hang from the ceiling. The old ramshackle furniture has been replaced with new sturdier and comfortable looking pieces and a special Three Dragon Ante table has been set in the corner. Even the personnel has changed, behind the stool al tall half elf smiles at the visitors and welcomes them in. From the kitchen door a fat halfling looks out across the room and smells of cooked meat and steamed vegetables drift into the room. Not all has changed too, in a deep dark corner on the right side stands a familiar bench with a sigh overhead. "Old grumpy corner" it reads, empty for now it will sure to filled sooner then later. Welcoming music and warmth streams from the door and invites everyone in for their first free new drink to celebrate.
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4 years ago ::
Aug 29, 2009 - 7:12PM
#2
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Date Joined:
Feb 11, 2007
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The surly dwarf steps through the door and slowly shakes his head. "Just ain't the same anymore, now is it??" He heads for the grumpy corner, afraid that he's going to be stuck there for a while until he figures out the new setup and system.
The Hairhelmet
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4 years ago ::
Aug 29, 2009 - 9:52PM
#3
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Date Joined:
Jul 16, 2004
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Another player steps up, his features shifting with the obvious magic of illusion. His illusion gives him the form of several characters... (characters who will hopefully find their way to the new group) Ilsa'sorne Lin - a pretty elven girl in a green dress, the smiling Huntress at the Keep on the Borderlands -
Koi Ivarson - a priest & swordsman of the Goddess Sif -
An'Ion Duskblade - a wide, muscular elf swordmage
Eldon - a halfling wizard in over his head in Riftcrag
Shawna Ree - a lady bard with hidden strengths
Krondath Firemane a lion-man magic weilder
Corian - a young sorceror learning that illusions are not much help against steel at the wizard's tower
Sun Setting - an elven warmage with a barbaric past
Myria - a paladin with starnge new (4e) powers that she doesn't yet understand, but facing down the werewolves of legend "Yes, things are different indeed."
Game On!
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4 years ago ::
Aug 29, 2009 - 10:19PM
#4
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Date Joined:
Jun 10, 2009
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Have any non-brandied port? Time to relax after a long day. I've been busy putting up markers for those still wandering...
Through the ages, many would wonder "Does art imitate life or does life imitate art?"
I wonder "Does the art of discourse on the internet imitate the art of discourse in life or does the art of discourse in life imitate the art of discourse on the internet?"
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4 years ago ::
Aug 30, 2009 - 6:46AM
#5
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"Not all those who wander are lost."
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4 years ago ::
Aug 30, 2009 - 9:29AM
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Date Joined:
Aug 17, 2007
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A young man steps in, notices several old friends and greets them all with a smile. He first heads over to the bar where he orders the blackest brew that one can get in the establishment and then he sits down at a table, not too far from the grumpy bench. "I stumbled upon a funny thing as I was walking the Interwebz a few nights ago, and I thought that I should share it whith you." And with one hand he quickly draws a picture in the air, a picture most strange indeed....
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4 years ago ::
Aug 31, 2009 - 7:45AM
#7
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A tattered halfling strolls in and gawks at the strange sign put forth. "Err... say what? Is that a link? That actually works? Well, there could be hope for the morass yet. Where's that brandy gone? And what, pray tell, are you doing in my corner, grumpy dwarf?
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4 years ago ::
Aug 31, 2009 - 2:42PM
#8
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- The Grumpy Cookie Monster
Date Joined:
Aug 21, 2004
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A young human in a dark black cloak stands in the corner of the bar, an ancient lire in his hands, his face hidden beneath black make up made into a false smile with a dash of ivory white for his lips stretching over his cheeks and dragging his smile into a twisted and tragically absurd mockery of happyness. His fingers dances across the strings of the lire as he looked out into the Tavern, soft dulcet tones rumbling out in a barritone. "She put him out,
Like the burning end of a candle,
She broke his heart,
He spent his whole life,
Tryin to forget,
We watched him drink his pain away,
A little at a time,
But he never could get drunk enough,
To get her off his mind,
Untill the night...
He put that flagon to his head,
And pulled the trigger,
And finally drank away her memory,
Life is short,
But this time it was bigger,
Than the strength he had,
To get up off his knees,
We found him,
With his face down on the bar,
Scratched not said,
I will love her till I die,
And when we laid him down,
Beneath the Willow,
The angels sang the whiskey lullaby." The lire twisted in a soft pattern that curled through the air as thick as pipe smole and as head as lead, as poisonous and insiduous as arsenic as it whispered into minds.
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4 years ago ::
Aug 31, 2009 - 4:24PM
#9
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Date Joined:
Nov 25, 2007
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A vigorous clap can be heard from the shadows, wordlessly expressing high approval of the man's performance.
"What if I were to cut you up and send each part to a different town? It would take the most brilliant private eye the rest of his life just to put you together! Pieces on mailboxes all over the planet, from Moscow to Tokyo to Guadalajara!"
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4 years ago ::
Sep 02, 2009 - 11:47AM
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Date Joined:
Aug 17, 2007
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A tattered halfling strolls in and gawks at the strange sign put forth. "Err... say what? Is that a link? That actually works? Well, there could be hope for the morass yet. Where's that brandy gone? And what, pray tell, are you doing in my corner, grumpy dwarf?
Ah, well, not really, since it was supposed to open in a new window... One cannot get everything one wants, obviously. And it looks like we've got ourselves a bard in the making. Bravo!
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