The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
The little man scoff/chuckles, "What d'ye need all o' this energy for?"
The mug holding the rest of the mead floated up to his mouth, if looked upon closely, there is a ghostly arm holding the mug, and it is almost invisible in the bright light.
The little man seemed a little taken aback by this, but quickly recovered. "Who are ye"
"Hanumur." The mug gets set down, empty, and the arm disappears as it fades into his actual arm.
"And I need my energy in case I have to suddenly exert myself for some reason."
"I see..."
"So, what is your name?"
They call me Johnny Moreen.
*The names Dalf ... GAN-dalf*
*pfffffft, you almost made me choke on my spit.*
"Who are 'they'?"
"Anyone who's missing valuables or friends from Victory Square Prebban in the last month."
He looked at Johnny scrutinously. "You saying you're a thief?"
"I'm saying I like shinies and mischief," he shrugs
"So you're a thief."
*Gtg for lunch, be back in a bit.*
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The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The door swings open, but apparently nobody walks inside. Until one looks down that is, then they see a little three foot tall man with a beard down to his navel, a sharp nose, and a peaked red cap pulled low over his eyes. He has a long silver knife sheathed. His pipe wiggles around as he sticks both his fists in the air and shouts "Pints all around!"
*A 5'8 human(actually an Aasimar), their skin is very pale and ashen, as though they haven't rested in a while. They wear some tight but comfortable looking clothing, their dark brown hair falling just below their neck. They have light grey eyes, and as they move, there appears to be an afterimage of where their body has been, as though leaving a smoke trail.*
He limply held his fist up in a pumping action "Hooray..." He didn't really put any effort into his actions or words.
The little man grabs a pair of pint tankards of mead, one in each hand. He climbs up into a chair opposite the human after slamming a tankard down in front of them. It then begins greedily slurping from the other. After coming up for air and leaning back against the back of his chair (he's standing on it) he lights his pipe and starts smoking it. He inclines his head at them.
He mimicked the inclination of his head. "What is it?"
He points at them with the end of his pipe, his voice is gruff, "What's with the smoke?"
"Oh, this?" He waved his hand around, leaving a trail. "It just happens."
"Huh, weird." he takes out his pipe and takes another long draught of his mead.
He starts sipping his, but he still moves as though he doesn't put any effort into his actions.
The little man raises his eyebrows "Tired?"
"No, I just move this way all the time. It saves energy for when I need it." He set his mead down, and even though it looked like he only took a few sips, it was already mostly empty.
The little man scoff/chuckles, "What d'ye need all o' this energy for?"
The mug holding the rest of the mead floated up to his mouth, if looked upon closely, there is a ghostly arm holding the mug, and it is almost invisible in the bright light.
The little man seemed a little taken aback by this, but quickly recovered. "Who are ye"
"Hanumur." The mug gets set down, empty, and the arm disappears as it fades into his actual arm.
"And I need my energy in case I have to suddenly exert myself for some reason."
"I see..."
"So, what is your name?"
They call me Johnny Moreen.
*The names Dalf ... GAN-dalf*
*pfffffft, you almost made me choke on my spit.*
"Who are 'they'?"
"Anyone who's missing valuables or friends from Victory Square Prebban in the last month."
He looked at Johnny scrutinously. "You saying you're a thief?"
"I'm saying I like shinies and mischief," he shrugs
"So you're a thief."
*Gtg for lunch, be back in a bit.*
Johnny rolls his eyes, "Yes, if you must know I am a thief."
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Johnny rolls his eyes, "Yes, if you must know I am a thief."
Kinsley pops in to give this thief a good whack and remind him whose territory he's on.
"OI! What was that fer." Johnny growls, pulling a rather dangerous looking spade off his back.
Kinsley laughs, "You're a thief, I'm a master of thieves, that spade can't touch me and remember your place."
"Relax luv, I'm on me holiday," says Johnny, gritting his teeth.
"My name's not Luv. But I would appreciate if you continue on your holiday. And if you decide to come off it talk to me or Lulu." Kinsley grins and the small child goes off for snacks
Johnny rolls his eyes, "Yes, if you must know I am a thief."
Kinsley pops in to give this thief a good whack and remind him whose territory he's on.
"OI! What was that fer." Johnny growls, pulling a rather dangerous looking spade off his back.
Kinsley laughs, "You're a thief, I'm a master of thieves, that spade can't touch me and remember your place."
"Relax luv, I'm on me holiday," says Johnny, gritting his teeth.
"My name's not Luv. But I would appreciate if you continue on your holiday. And if you decide to come off it talk to me or Lulu." Kinsley grins and the small child goes off for snacks
Hanumur watches as these two interact next to him.
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Johnny rolls his eyes, "Yes, if you must know I am a thief."
Kinsley pops in to give this thief a good whack and remind him whose territory he's on.
"OI! What was that fer." Johnny growls, pulling a rather dangerous looking spade off his back.
Kinsley laughs, "You're a thief, I'm a master of thieves, that spade can't touch me and remember your place."
"Relax luv, I'm on me holiday," says Johnny, gritting his teeth.
"My name's not Luv. But I would appreciate if you continue on your holiday. And if you decide to come off it talk to me or Lulu." Kinsley grins and the small child goes off for snacks
Hanumur watches as these two interact next to him.
Kinsley whacks them as well, "And don't tempt him."
My gnome is sitting at the bar, drinking some coffee as his pixies flew about the tavern, doing random things.
Iccauhtli is meditating.
Hanumur is drinking some mead next to Johnny.
The aasimir is drinking coffee
The ferrets are outside
Andrew is elsewhere
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Thomas was inside, he was asleep in a chair. He was dressed in a blue long sleeved shirt and brown jeans. His sword leaned on his seat next to him.
Lazarus walked back inside. He went straight up to the bar and ordered a whiskey.
Kinsley continues the whacking streak before asking Thomas, "That's a cool sword. Is it magic?"
"You could say that" he said
"Okay. That doesn't answer the question though? If you're afraid I'm gonna steal it it's alright. I already have more weapons than I know what to do with."
"So you're a thief."
*Gtg for lunch, be back in a bit.*
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Johnny rolls his eyes, "Yes, if you must know I am a thief."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Kinsley pops in to give this thief a good whack and remind him whose territory he's on.
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"OI! What was that fer." Johnny growls, pulling a rather dangerous looking spade off his back.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Kinsley laughs, "You're a thief, I'm a master of thieves, that spade can't touch me and remember your place."
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"Relax luv, I'm on me holiday," says Johnny, gritting his teeth.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"My name's not Luv. But I would appreciate if you continue on your holiday. And if you decide to come off it talk to me or Lulu." Kinsley grins and the small child goes off for snacks
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Hanumur watches as these two interact next to him.
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Kinsley whacks them as well, "And don't tempt him."
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Xathor just teleported downstairs and is ordering five mugs of coffee
Some pixies fly by, seemingly playing tag.
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Thomas was inside, he was asleep in a chair. He was dressed in a blue long sleeved shirt and brown jeans. His sword leaned on his seat next to him.
Lazarus walked back inside. He went straight up to the bar and ordered a whiskey.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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Kinsley continues the whacking streak before asking Thomas, "That's a cool sword. Is it magic?"
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My gnome is sitting at the bar, drinking some coffee as his pixies flew about the tavern, doing random things.
Iccauhtli is meditating.
Hanumur is drinking some mead next to Johnny.
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Whoever didn't get whacked gets whacked, because the streak is still going and Imma keep the streak alive!!!
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"You could say that" he said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The aasimir is drinking coffee
The ferrets are outside
Andrew is elsewhere
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Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
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"Okay. That doesn't answer the question though? If you're afraid I'm gonna steal it it's alright. I already have more weapons than I know what to do with."
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Head Whack
Soft Whack
Mind Whack
Kinsley cheers, the count is now at 10
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