"By the Trickster's curly cock! Not the gnomish place in the catacombs again! If it wasn't Shiva's birthday..."Alaris groans, then tosses back the rest of their brandy and stands.
Collecting Hope's Edge from its leaning spot in the corner, the paladin walks over to the bar and sighs to Andrei.
"Do you mind to watch this for me again, Andrei? Ling wants to go down to that place in the catacombs again, and you know I don't trust their... euphoric... people with something like this." After a pause, while Alaris waits for Andrei to respond about the glaive, they continue, "Speaking of the catacombs, have you heard any word of anything going on we need to watch out for?"
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Nikolai completes his ritual and his eyes glow as the subtle magical auras of geometric patterns appear to his eyes. He begins to sift through the patterns, deciphering them as he does and after a moment he looks up with a satisfied smile. “This ring has a certain number of uses per day and allows you to manipulate space and time through the use of spells. I think this would be of good use to you, Ling.” As talk returns to the night of frivolity, Nikolai sighs in defeat. “Fine, we shall deal with this tomorrow after the hangovers. Let us enjoy tonight, but be careful! Let me know if you have any strange feelings or experiences, yes?”
Nikolai shakes his head and tips back his tankard of porter, pouring the contents down his throat with a satisfied grin. “Astrid, I am sorry for the outburst, but I am sure you understand I have grown weary of always being accused of thievery regarding this artifact. Let us start this off on a better foot.” He offers his head in shake. “Join us for a night of drinks and you’ll see I’m much more fun than this.”
Andrei is a big, Ruslan man, with a chest like a barrel, powerful arms, and a thick, black beard. He's currently polishing glasses, while he keeps an ever-alert eye on his clientele.
"I can hold onto her for you," the rugged barman replies, barely looking up from the task at hand. "She's safe and sound here. Careful in Temnitsa though, they let all sorts in there."
Andrei flashes Alaris a wink. It's almost too fast to be able to tell if he really did or not.
"The armour too?" He asks, nodding to the paladin's breastplate.
"All quiet down there, for now," Andrei answers in reply to Alaris's question about the catacombs. "Thanks to you," he adds, almost as an afterthought, though the grudging grin of respect that dances across his lips tells its own story.
"There was word flying about of some crazy old wizard who wants a live troll for some reason. Heremod only knows why. Sounded like your colour of coin though."
Astrid considers Ling's invitation for a moment, not being one just to run off with people she just met to some unknown underground. Brightmantle led me to these folks, I guess I should try to get to know them if they intend on helping me. "Uh, sure..., I may be a bit over prepared for a night of celebration," she repliesand prepares to follow. Seeing the paladin deposit their belongings with the barman, she approaches, "Would you mind doing the same in keep an eye on a few of my things as well?"
Having given up much of her gear - armor, shield, warhammer and backpack, she turns to face Nikolai. "I doubt my question was no where near as threatening as other dwarves, so don't be putting words in my mouth. Okay?" she says politely. "Now, knowing that model pretty much an antique, I was hoping that anything found in this area may point in the direction of the lost city my grandma went to find, but it doesn't sound like it. Anyways, we can forget about it and I accept your apology... only if you do so properly with the biggest ale at our next stop."
Alaris nods, then twists and stretches to unbuckle their breastplate and passes it over.
"A *live* troll?" The paladin shakes their head with a rueful smile on their lips. "How would you even begin to... Oh no. Don't even go down that rabbithole," they mutter to themselves.
"Many thanks, Andrei - may the Lady's light remain on your house."
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Ling snakes her arm around Shiva's waist, ready to leave. She snaps her fingers and Syrup, her broom, makes its way over to Andrei, where it will patiently await the return of its owner as always. Slipping the ring back on, she look at it and purses her lips in appreciation. "Sounds pretty useful. If I'll remember to use it, but that's what I've got you for, right?" She links her free arm with Nikolai's, "oh I'll let you know if I have any", she airquotes, "strange feelings, don't you worry. I'll keep in close touch." Ling winks at Shiva and dissolves into giggles.
Caio begins to strip armor and weapons as well. “Live troll? Sounds like a big headache. He better be willing to pay an arm and a leg. And another arm. And probably another leg. Regeneration and all that.” He jokes. Once he’s done, Ghoul flies towards the door and lands on a nearby coat rack, he seems the most excited for the coming revelry.
Shiva laughs with Ling, then hears the talk of the possible troll
"HA! Nice one, Caio." She turns back to give Caio a thumbs up, then turns to continue walking with Ling and Nikolai
"This is such a good idea, thank you Ling. Not only is there gonna be dancing, there may even be fighting? There's only one thing that could make this night better." The tone of her voice makes it very clear what she's suggesting, and she laughs as she continues on.
Nikolai narrows his eyes at Astrid for a moment, then breaks into a wide grin. “Yes, I like this one! She can stay! I will buy the first and second round, my dear. You did not shy away, you have a warrior’s heart. Like my Shiva and Ling! Caio and… I suppose even Alaris does… when they aren’t groveling before the Temple.” Nikolai winks at Alaris, hoping they were in the mood for his good-natured ribbing. “So, tell me more about this lost city ! I wish to know more! I am a bit of a history enthusiast you might say, although I am the residential expert on all things arcane and monstrous. You say you focus on the aspects of time? Please do tell me more! I have an insatiable appetite for knowledge, my dear!”
Andrei happily takes any possessions handed to him for safe-keeping and stows them away through a door behind the bar.
In the middle of the longest side of the common room, facing the enormous barrels of ale, beer and wine that supply the patrons of the Black Sheep, there is a short set of stairs descending a few feet towards the wall. Here, a simple wooden door is recessed into the pale stonework of the cellar. Those who have been here before, know that this is the way to the catacombs.
Beyond the door is a small vestibule, with a grated sub-subterranean well in the centre. A winding staircase runs the edge of the room, leading down into the depths.
Ling laughs loudly at Caio's joke, comfortably buzzed by the wine now. She squeezes Shiva's side with a grin: "Oh I'm sure we can find you a pretty little pixie at Temnitsa. I'll be your wing-woman! Or your backup, if pickings are poor - it's your birthday after all!" Ling winks and pushes open the door to the catacombs, leading the way down the stairs to the entrance. She hops off the side a few steps before the bottom, her skirts billowing around her. Looking up at the others, she waits for them to descend as well, holding out a hand to Shiva in case she is too tipsy.
"I appreciate that, honey." Shiva says as she takes Ling's hand, descending the stairs with as much coordination as she can manage. "I'm sure it'll be fine, you're a fantastic wing-woman, and these scars always tend to attract a doe or two." She smiles as she indicates towards the small scars that pepper her jawline, which look to have been the result of many close calls with various kinds of blades. "And you can offer as much as you want, but I know better than to fall into your sensuous embrace." Her smile becomes more sly as she momentarily feins rapturous euphoria, then laughs and pulls Ling back to her side.
The catacombs beneath Piotrgrad are cold and dark. The icy air cuts into the buzzing hum running through everybody's veins, muting the alcohol-induced high, as the group lose themselves in the twisting labyrinth of ever narrower, ever darker passages. At last, a shallow flight of stone steps takes them down into a tiny square, one side of which is lit by a magical, flashing sign that says 'Temnitsa'. Below the sign is an open door. A blank spot in the wall that looks like a missing tooth. Ling's pale hair shimmers as it reflects the changing colours of the sign: hot red, cold blue, metallic gold.
A wall of sound and light hits the group the moment they enter. It's a big, tightly-packed space that looks like it might once have housed a chapel of some kind. The ceilings are low and arched in the same pale stone as the Black Sheep. Darting coloured lights pick out the blissed-out faces of dancers in the churning crowd, lighting them up one at a time. Hot pink. Neon green. Burning violet.
There's a booth along one wall, containing a wild-looking, tattooed gnome with a goatee. Sparks fly from his fingers and strange music blasts from a pair of arcane devices flanking the booth. It's fast paced with a pulsing beat and a repeating melody that continuously builds. The music pounds up through the feet, into one's blood, vibrating the bones. The room is hot with the press of bodies and the smell of sweat, alcohol, and ozone.
On the far side of the room is an archway, with a set of worn stone steps that leads downwards, curving away into darkness.
As much as Caio loves to party, deep down he’s an introvert and it always takes a moment for him to adjust to scenes like this. She would love this. For a moment he can see her mahogany skin and cheshire smile flash through the crowd, drawing him in. Not yet. It would take quite a bit more booze before he could just project her face on some stranger in the dark. “Shots. Immediately.” He says, straining over the pulsing beat, and especially making sure Astrid was in tow. The others could handle themselves, but as a reformed wallflower, Caio wasn’t about to let any of the party feel left out. He puts his raven beaked mask on both as an exotic accessory and to help see in the dizzying strobe lights as he makes his way to the bar.
Nikolai allows his eyes to move around the crowded area, taking in what many would consider a strange sight. To Nikolai, however, such was just another interesting place he had found in his journeys. The music… while interesting, did not quite pique his serious fascination. The lighting however did and he spent some time watching the patterns and how they interacted with the dancers and the decor of the place. He smiles as he follows Caio over towards the bar. “I want something different tonight. Whatever their specialty is, that’s my fancy.”
"Ah, fellow history enthusiast then? Well, I wish I had more to tell. The only thing that I know that it like sits in the vast Eazim Forest,"Astrid says to Nikolai as they enter the catacombs. "For now it seems most is lost to legend."
As the sound of the music begins to increase as they approach their destination, Astrid casts nervous glances about. What did I get myself into with this lot?! With a weak smile she looks to the group. "I believe the paladin had the right of it."
Alaris murmurs a soft prayer in Celestial as the door opens and the light and the sound and the stench explode over their senses.
Where there is good, beauty, love, and laughter in the world, stand against the wickedness that would swallow it. Where life flourishes, stand against the forces that would render it barren.
"Thankfully, the headaches don't come anymore - I've developed a tolerance for the insane lights, at least." They move towards the end of the bar where the sound, reflecting off the walls and interfering with itself, generates a pocket of relative quiet. "An ale and a strip of birchbark to chew, if you have it,"they order.
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Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
The bar in Temnitsa is well stocked with the standard fare of ale, wine and mead, as well as a plethora of more exotic drinks. East Tanem is, of course, known for its wodka, but they are also serving a variety of halfling cream liqueur shooters.
The Marlatio is an almond liqueur topped with halfling cream liqueur and a layer of whipped cream (traditionally drunk with no hands).
The Buaicphreabadh is made with a bitter tasting dwarven liqueur, imported from the distant north. The same halfling cream and almond flavoured liqueurs are then layered over the thicker liquid and topped off with wodka.
The Caoga a Dó combines dwarven liqueur and halfling cream with a sweet, yet acidic fruit drink.
The Leann Naíonán floats yet more halfling cream liqueur atop another of Breannian anise.
Finally, the Ag Rothaíocht is a sweet buttery drink, naturally served with halfling cream.
The shooters cost a silver piece each, but flights with one of each are sold for only four silver pieces. They seem to be very popular.
"Six Marlatio's please." These kinds of drinks were always good at breaking the ice. Caio leaves a gold piece once the sweet shots are produced and begins arranging them on the bar. "Alright, everyone line up. You too Alaris."
"In what realm is it a good idea to do shots with my face?" Alaris grouses good-naturedly before making their way to stand next to Caio. "I'm going to owe you for this..."
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"By the Trickster's curly cock! Not the gnomish place in the catacombs again! If it wasn't Shiva's birthday..." Alaris groans, then tosses back the rest of their brandy and stands.
Collecting Hope's Edge from its leaning spot in the corner, the paladin walks over to the bar and sighs to Andrei.
"Do you mind to watch this for me again, Andrei? Ling wants to go down to that place in the catacombs again, and you know I don't trust their... euphoric... people with something like this." After a pause, while Alaris waits for Andrei to respond about the glaive, they continue, "Speaking of the catacombs, have you heard any word of anything going on we need to watch out for?"
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Nikolai completes his ritual and his eyes glow as the subtle magical auras of geometric patterns appear to his eyes. He begins to sift through the patterns, deciphering them as he does and after a moment he looks up with a satisfied smile. “This ring has a certain number of uses per day and allows you to manipulate space and time through the use of spells. I think this would be of good use to you, Ling.” As talk returns to the night of frivolity, Nikolai sighs in defeat. “Fine, we shall deal with this tomorrow after the hangovers. Let us enjoy tonight, but be careful! Let me know if you have any strange feelings or experiences, yes?”
Nikolai shakes his head and tips back his tankard of porter, pouring the contents down his throat with a satisfied grin. “Astrid, I am sorry for the outburst, but I am sure you understand I have grown weary of always being accused of thievery regarding this artifact. Let us start this off on a better foot.” He offers his head in shake. “Join us for a night of drinks and you’ll see I’m much more fun than this.”
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Andrei is a big, Ruslan man, with a chest like a barrel, powerful arms, and a thick, black beard. He's currently polishing glasses, while he keeps an ever-alert eye on his clientele.
"I can hold onto her for you," the rugged barman replies, barely looking up from the task at hand. "She's safe and sound here. Careful in Temnitsa though, they let all sorts in there."
Andrei flashes Alaris a wink. It's almost too fast to be able to tell if he really did or not.
"The armour too?" He asks, nodding to the paladin's breastplate.
"All quiet down there, for now," Andrei answers in reply to Alaris's question about the catacombs. "Thanks to you," he adds, almost as an afterthought, though the grudging grin of respect that dances across his lips tells its own story.
"There was word flying about of some crazy old wizard who wants a live troll for some reason. Heremod only knows why. Sounded like your colour of coin though."
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Astrid considers Ling's invitation for a moment, not being one just to run off with people she just met to some unknown underground. Brightmantle led me to these folks, I guess I should try to get to know them if they intend on helping me. "Uh, sure..., I may be a bit over prepared for a night of celebration," she replies and prepares to follow. Seeing the paladin deposit their belongings with the barman, she approaches, "Would you mind doing the same in keep an eye on a few of my things as well?"
Having given up much of her gear - armor, shield, warhammer and backpack, she turns to face Nikolai. "I doubt my question was no where near as threatening as other dwarves, so don't be putting words in my mouth. Okay?" she says politely. "Now, knowing that model pretty much an antique, I was hoping that anything found in this area may point in the direction of the lost city my grandma went to find, but it doesn't sound like it. Anyways, we can forget about it and I accept your apology... only if you do so properly with the biggest ale at our next stop."
Alaris nods, then twists and stretches to unbuckle their breastplate and passes it over.
"A *live* troll?" The paladin shakes their head with a rueful smile on their lips. "How would you even begin to... Oh no. Don't even go down that rabbithole," they mutter to themselves.
"Many thanks, Andrei - may the Lady's light remain on your house."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Ling snakes her arm around Shiva's waist, ready to leave. She snaps her fingers and Syrup, her broom, makes its way over to Andrei, where it will patiently await the return of its owner as always. Slipping the ring back on, she look at it and purses her lips in appreciation. "Sounds pretty useful. If I'll remember to use it, but that's what I've got you for, right?" She links her free arm with Nikolai's, "oh I'll let you know if I have any", she airquotes, "strange feelings, don't you worry. I'll keep in close touch." Ling winks at Shiva and dissolves into giggles.
Caio begins to strip armor and weapons as well. “Live troll? Sounds like a big headache. He better be willing to pay an arm and a leg. And another arm. And probably another leg. Regeneration and all that.” He jokes. Once he’s done, Ghoul flies towards the door and lands on a nearby coat rack, he seems the most excited for the coming revelry.
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Shiva laughs with Ling, then hears the talk of the possible troll
"HA! Nice one, Caio." She turns back to give Caio a thumbs up, then turns to continue walking with Ling and Nikolai
"This is such a good idea, thank you Ling. Not only is there gonna be dancing, there may even be fighting? There's only one thing that could make this night better." The tone of her voice makes it very clear what she's suggesting, and she laughs as she continues on.
Nikolai narrows his eyes at Astrid for a moment, then breaks into a wide grin. “Yes, I like this one! She can stay! I will buy the first and second round, my dear. You did not shy away, you have a warrior’s heart. Like my Shiva and Ling! Caio and… I suppose even Alaris does… when they aren’t groveling before the Temple.” Nikolai winks at Alaris, hoping they were in the mood for his good-natured ribbing. “So, tell me more about this lost city ! I wish to know more! I am a bit of a history enthusiast you might say, although I am the residential expert on all things arcane and monstrous. You say you focus on the aspects of time? Please do tell me more! I have an insatiable appetite for knowledge, my dear!”
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Andrei happily takes any possessions handed to him for safe-keeping and stows them away through a door behind the bar.
In the middle of the longest side of the common room, facing the enormous barrels of ale, beer and wine that supply the patrons of the Black Sheep, there is a short set of stairs descending a few feet towards the wall. Here, a simple wooden door is recessed into the pale stonework of the cellar. Those who have been here before, know that this is the way to the catacombs.
Beyond the door is a small vestibule, with a grated sub-subterranean well in the centre. A winding staircase runs the edge of the room, leading down into the depths.
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The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Ling laughs loudly at Caio's joke, comfortably buzzed by the wine now. She squeezes Shiva's side with a grin: "Oh I'm sure we can find you a pretty little pixie at Temnitsa. I'll be your wing-woman! Or your backup, if pickings are poor - it's your birthday after all!" Ling winks and pushes open the door to the catacombs, leading the way down the stairs to the entrance. She hops off the side a few steps before the bottom, her skirts billowing around her. Looking up at the others, she waits for them to descend as well, holding out a hand to Shiva in case she is too tipsy.
"I appreciate that, honey." Shiva says as she takes Ling's hand, descending the stairs with as much coordination as she can manage. "I'm sure it'll be fine, you're a fantastic wing-woman, and these scars always tend to attract a doe or two." She smiles as she indicates towards the small scars that pepper her jawline, which look to have been the result of many close calls with various kinds of blades. "And you can offer as much as you want, but I know better than to fall into your sensuous embrace." Her smile becomes more sly as she momentarily feins rapturous euphoria, then laughs and pulls Ling back to her side.
The catacombs beneath Piotrgrad are cold and dark. The icy air cuts into the buzzing hum running through everybody's veins, muting the alcohol-induced high, as the group lose themselves in the twisting labyrinth of ever narrower, ever darker passages. At last, a shallow flight of stone steps takes them down into a tiny square, one side of which is lit by a magical, flashing sign that says 'Temnitsa'. Below the sign is an open door. A blank spot in the wall that looks like a missing tooth. Ling's pale hair shimmers as it reflects the changing colours of the sign: hot red, cold blue, metallic gold.
A wall of sound and light hits the group the moment they enter. It's a big, tightly-packed space that looks like it might once have housed a chapel of some kind. The ceilings are low and arched in the same pale stone as the Black Sheep. Darting coloured lights pick out the blissed-out faces of dancers in the churning crowd, lighting them up one at a time. Hot pink. Neon green. Burning violet.
There's a booth along one wall, containing a wild-looking, tattooed gnome with a goatee. Sparks fly from his fingers and strange music blasts from a pair of arcane devices flanking the booth. It's fast paced with a pulsing beat and a repeating melody that continuously builds. The music pounds up through the feet, into one's blood, vibrating the bones. The room is hot with the press of bodies and the smell of sweat, alcohol, and ozone.
On the far side of the room is an archway, with a set of worn stone steps that leads downwards, curving away into darkness.
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The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
As much as Caio loves to party, deep down he’s an introvert and it always takes a moment for him to adjust to scenes like this. She would love this. For a moment he can see her mahogany skin and cheshire smile flash through the crowd, drawing him in. Not yet. It would take quite a bit more booze before he could just project her face on some stranger in the dark. “Shots. Immediately.” He says, straining over the pulsing beat, and especially making sure Astrid was in tow. The others could handle themselves, but as a reformed wallflower, Caio wasn’t about to let any of the party feel left out. He puts his raven beaked mask on both as an exotic accessory and to help see in the dizzying strobe lights as he makes his way to the bar.
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Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Nikolai allows his eyes to move around the crowded area, taking in what many would consider a strange sight. To Nikolai, however, such was just another interesting place he had found in his journeys. The music… while interesting, did not quite pique his serious fascination. The lighting however did and he spent some time watching the patterns and how they interacted with the dancers and the decor of the place. He smiles as he follows Caio over towards the bar. “I want something different tonight. Whatever their specialty is, that’s my fancy.”
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
"Ah, fellow history enthusiast then? Well, I wish I had more to tell. The only thing that I know that it like sits in the vast Eazim Forest," Astrid says to Nikolai as they enter the catacombs. "For now it seems most is lost to legend."
As the sound of the music begins to increase as they approach their destination, Astrid casts nervous glances about. What did I get myself into with this lot?! With a weak smile she looks to the group. "I believe the paladin had the right of it."
Alaris murmurs a soft prayer in Celestial as the door opens and the light and the sound and the stench explode over their senses.
Where there is good, beauty, love, and laughter in the world, stand against the wickedness that would swallow it. Where life flourishes, stand against the forces that would render it barren.
"Thankfully, the headaches don't come anymore - I've developed a tolerance for the insane lights, at least." They move towards the end of the bar where the sound, reflecting off the walls and interfering with itself, generates a pocket of relative quiet. "An ale and a strip of birchbark to chew, if you have it," they order.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
The bar in Temnitsa is well stocked with the standard fare of ale, wine and mead, as well as a plethora of more exotic drinks. East Tanem is, of course, known for its wodka, but they are also serving a variety of halfling cream liqueur shooters.
The Marlatio is an almond liqueur topped with halfling cream liqueur and a layer of whipped cream (traditionally drunk with no hands).
The Buaicphreabadh is made with a bitter tasting dwarven liqueur, imported from the distant north. The same halfling cream and almond flavoured liqueurs are then layered over the thicker liquid and topped off with wodka.
The Caoga a Dó combines dwarven liqueur and halfling cream with a sweet, yet acidic fruit drink.
The Leann Naíonán floats yet more halfling cream liqueur atop another of Breannian anise.
Finally, the Ag Rothaíocht is a sweet buttery drink, naturally served with halfling cream.
The shooters cost a silver piece each, but flights with one of each are sold for only four silver pieces. They seem to be very popular.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
"Six Marlatio's please." These kinds of drinks were always good at breaking the ice. Caio leaves a gold piece once the sweet shots are produced and begins arranging them on the bar. "Alright, everyone line up. You too Alaris."
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Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
"In what realm is it a good idea to do shots with my face?" Alaris grouses good-naturedly before making their way to stand next to Caio. "I'm going to owe you for this..."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...