The dark elf would sit in silence a moment before taking a sip of his drink, looking around at the patrons, studying various peoples body language, movement, and speaking patterns, and to much his dismay, he sees the lady walk out, giving here a slight wave as almost to say "may our paths cross again"
Soon after the door closed it opened again as a older looking human walked inside, He looked like...A middle aged dad going through a crisis. As his feet glided across the floor he sat down at a empty table as he placed his Scimitar on the ground next to him. The older human now leaned back in the chair tilting his hood down to cover his eyes now attempting to fall asleep.
The dark elf would see this and his suspicion raised as he hasn't seen someone with a Scimitar for ages, not since the war of his homeland. The dark elf would sit across from the man and ask "Where did you get this?" he asked in a deep gravelly voice
The man sighed as he slowly leaned back up placing his hood down as he looked forward, His hair had visible streaks of gray and had slight frown wrinkles on his forehead he slightly sneezed, his handlebar mustache shaking from it. as he looked up at the dark elf. "Let's see, I was Twenty-Seve- No Twenty-Six year's old when I joined. Got this scimitar around Twenty years ago." The man's voice had itself been slight hoarse maybe hinting that he had been in a fire or inhaled smoke or something like that. He placed his hand on the top of the hilt of the scimitar as he looked up speaking now "There, awnsered your question." He now tilted back placing the hood on his face and tried to fall asleep.
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Slime #1, now drunk on the alcohol he just absorbed, jumps on the warforged's head, but proceeds to kind of melt on him, spreading over it's head, and onto his shoulder.
The dark elf would sit in silence a moment before taking a sip of his drink, looking around at the patrons, studying various peoples body language, movement, and speaking patterns, and to much his dismay, he sees the lady walk out, giving here a slight wave as almost to say "may our paths cross again"
Soon after the door closed it opened again as a older looking human walked inside, He looked like...A middle aged dad going through a crisis. As his feet glided across the floor he sat down at a empty table as he placed his Scimitar on the ground next to him. The older human now leaned back in the chair tilting his hood down to cover his eyes now attempting to fall asleep.
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The dark elf would see this and his suspicion raised as he hasn't seen someone with a Scimitar for ages, not since the war of his homeland. The dark elf would sit across from the man and ask "Where did you get this?" he asked in a deep gravelly voice
The man sighed as he slowly leaned back up placing his hood down as he looked forward, His hair had visible streaks of gray and had slight frown wrinkles on his forehead he slightly sneezed, his handlebar mustache shaking from it. as he looked up at the dark elf. "Let's see, I was Twenty-Seve- No Twenty-Six year's old when I joined. Got this scimitar around Twenty years ago." The man's voice had itself been slight hoarse maybe hinting that he had been in a fire or inhaled smoke or something like that. He placed his hand on the top of the hilt of the scimitar as he looked up speaking now "There, awnsered your question." He now tilted back placing the hood on his face and tried to fall asleep.
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He would ask one last question before leaving to go back to his table "is it of elven make?"
The man spoke from his hood his voice was influenced by annoyance, "No."
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The door opens. In comes a warforged, clad in a military uniform that calls to memory the bloody grandeur of dark regimes long past.
I reserve the right to /stillme for any reason whatsoever.
The fires of Hell scorch you,
My vengeance terrible,
I, ascendant,
Above the flames of
The Inferno,
Of whom the lowest and most torturous
of circles is
Reserved for traitors.
The dead shall
Laugh at
Your eternal fate
Your sins
Shall return
To mock
And torment you.
And bouncing in between the warforged's legs... is a slime?
-Archie
I march crispy forward, halting at the bar.
I reserve the right to /stillme for any reason whatsoever.
The fires of Hell scorch you,
My vengeance terrible,
I, ascendant,
Above the flames of
The Inferno,
Of whom the lowest and most torturous
of circles is
Reserved for traitors.
The dead shall
Laugh at
Your eternal fate
Your sins
Shall return
To mock
And torment you.
The slime hops towards the bar. Jumping up onto the table, he proceeds to absorb a mug of alcohol. *the drink only, not the mug*
-Archie
The warforged eyes the slime. “A Barovian champagne, if you please.” He says.
I reserve the right to /stillme for any reason whatsoever.
The fires of Hell scorch you,
My vengeance terrible,
I, ascendant,
Above the flames of
The Inferno,
Of whom the lowest and most torturous
of circles is
Reserved for traitors.
The dead shall
Laugh at
Your eternal fate
Your sins
Shall return
To mock
And torment you.
Another slime slips through the cracks under the door and slither toward the waforged. Clamping onto his leg.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
OOC: You are my new best friend XD XD XD
-Archie
Slime #1, now drunk on the alcohol he just absorbed, jumps on the warforged's head, but proceeds to kind of melt on him, spreading over it's head, and onto his shoulder.
-Archie
The warforged sighs, and sweeps the slime off his head.
I reserve the right to /stillme for any reason whatsoever.
The fires of Hell scorch you,
My vengeance terrible,
I, ascendant,
Above the flames of
The Inferno,
Of whom the lowest and most torturous
of circles is
Reserved for traitors.
The dead shall
Laugh at
Your eternal fate
Your sins
Shall return
To mock
And torment you.
It slides down to the other slime with a *gurggling* sound.
-Archie
The other slime begins to swallow the warfirged starting st the leg. If tries to scrape off attaches to hand and continues consuming.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
The warforged draws in a breath, and slams a dagger down onto the slime.
I reserve the right to /stillme for any reason whatsoever.
The fires of Hell scorch you,
My vengeance terrible,
I, ascendant,
Above the flames of
The Inferno,
Of whom the lowest and most torturous
of circles is
Reserved for traitors.
The dead shall
Laugh at
Your eternal fate
Your sins
Shall return
To mock
And torment you.