*Brushes cobwebs off self, gently places small spiders in a corner to rebuild their webs. Looks around at all the Tavern patrons-turned-statues. Thinks to self.*
God, I definitely remember this happening. Is... Is that guy in the corner with the mechanical arm drinking a now empty glass? How long has that glass been empty? I guess I'll help 'im out and refill it.
*Goes to the man in the corner and smells the glass to see what drink it was; walks to bar, gets a clean glass, fills it with the locally brewed lager, walks back to the corner and when the glass comes down on the table, switches it with the full one and puts the dirty glass in the sink.*
There, now it doesn't look so weird. I wonder if there's any cider in the back?
*Wanders into the back of the Tavern and noises issue out from stuff moving.*
(Italics are thoughts, asterisks are actions, and quotes are spoken.)
*Flies on overhead. Noticed the Tavern is no longer Dilapidated, and lands in front of the door. Shrinks down to something more human in appearance with the scorpion tail still visible. Walks in and notices Storm kicking a wall, asking for Venom.*
Hi Stormy One, you called for me? Is that ol' grubslinger Nektu around these parts still? I could sure use a beer.
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Just as the Scorpion hunts...
Silently Lurking...
"Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted." ~ Ezio Auditore de Firenze
*Small, jet-black scorpion darts out of a hole in the wall at a small mouse sitting under Storm's bar stool, kills it and drags the meal back into it's claimed hole, which has a very old sign above it signed by the Werehamster, the original owner of the hole.*
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Just as the Scorpion hunts...
Silently Lurking...
"Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted." ~ Ezio Auditore de Firenze
"Lt. Venom at your service. And this one here,"
*Acknowledging Nektu.*
"is the fine Grub Slinger, Nektu, who also happens to have some damn fine scotch and imported cigars. Up to him if he shares."
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Just as the Scorpion hunts...
Silently Lurking...
"Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted." ~ Ezio Auditore de Firenze
"Yes I remember, Zhar went and broke the vial containing the blood of a Minotaur Lord, it's still very angry about the fact that I still killed it and shoved it's soul back into a new vial."
*Looks towards the new guy.*
"What is your name anyway? I will tell you that my chest has various odd and ends like magical books, jewelry, ancient weapons and armor, potions, camping gear, cooking gear, fishing gear, and the like. And the aforementioned Minotaur Lord's spirit in a bottle, he's bottled because he doesn't stay dead for more than an hour and has a temper of an angry 5 year old. Of course I could drink him or give him to a vampire or such but he still would comeback, after the deed of coming out the other end."
*After a moment.*
"Of course I can just take to the air and still get past your landlocked legs."
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Just as the Scorpion hunts...
Silently Lurking...
"Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted." ~ Ezio Auditore de Firenze
*Notices the new guy following him.* *Sigh*... If he thinks he could kill a demonic dragon with such a simple weapon... then he's in for a surprise...
"This is my chest man, and that tavern was active for a very long time. I just packed up and left due to no activity. That note was for either ol' Stormy or the resident grub slinger, Nektu. And umm... how should I put this politely... my feathered companion, Snowclaw, is watching and if you do anything rash, you will regret it, along with the fact of doing something stupid around my huge scorpion pet who will make you into a snack. He's watching you too. Neither of them won't be seen if they don't wish to be seen."
*Notices smell of blood, recalls Nektu's earlier warning on a shapeshifting vampire. Gets very suspicious of new guy.*
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Just as the Scorpion hunts...
Silently Lurking...
"Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted." ~ Ezio Auditore de Firenze
*Comes back through front door. Grabs chest, and leaves while mumbling something or other about forgetting the chest. Completely missed the fact that somebody else was in the tavern... and the fresh scent of blood.*
No, it just how we act. Not everybody is human. If you read from the beginning you will see that. Good luck though.
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Just as the Scorpion hunts...
Silently Lurking...
"Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted." ~ Ezio Auditore de Firenze
"No thank you to the cigars, I don't smoke. The scotch on the other hand..."
*Puts on an expensive monocle and proceeds to examine the glass of scotch, smelling and finally tasting it. Takes off monocle.*
"Nektu, this is not excellent scotch... It's the best scotch I've had, it's so fantastic that the gods are not worthy of tasting it."
*Slams the entire glass of scotch down, puts empty glass on counter. A little cough escapes from the strong drink.*
"Damn fine scotch right there, damn fine. Where the hell did you get that bottle?"
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Just as the Scorpion hunts...
Silently Lurking...
"Nothing is True. Everything is Permitted." ~ Ezio Auditore de Firenze
God, I definitely remember this happening. Is... Is that guy in the corner with the mechanical arm drinking a now empty glass? How long has that glass been empty? I guess I'll help 'im out and refill it.
*Goes to the man in the corner and smells the glass to see what drink it was; walks to bar, gets a clean glass, fills it with the locally brewed lager, walks back to the corner and when the glass comes down on the table, switches it with the full one and puts the dirty glass in the sink.*
There, now it doesn't look so weird. I wonder if there's any cider in the back?
*Wanders into the back of the Tavern and noises issue out from stuff moving.*
(Italics are thoughts, asterisks are actions, and quotes are spoken.)
Hi Stormy One, you called for me? Is that ol' grubslinger Nektu around these parts still? I could sure use a beer.
*Slams glass of thick grey sludge on counter top.*
"Ich, never mind, I'll pay you 5 gp if you drink that."
'tis a sad day...
*Acknowledging Nektu.*
"is the fine Grub Slinger, Nektu, who also happens to have some damn fine scotch and imported cigars. Up to him if he shares."
*Looks towards the new guy.*
"What is your name anyway? I will tell you that my chest has various odd and ends like magical books, jewelry, ancient weapons and armor, potions, camping gear, cooking gear, fishing gear, and the like. And the aforementioned Minotaur Lord's spirit in a bottle, he's bottled because he doesn't stay dead for more than an hour and has a temper of an angry 5 year old. Of course I could drink him or give him to a vampire or such but he still would comeback, after the deed of coming out the other end."
*After a moment.*
"Of course I can just take to the air and still get past your landlocked legs."
*Sigh*... If he thinks he could kill a demonic dragon with such a simple weapon... then he's in for a surprise...
"This is my chest man, and that tavern was active for a very long time. I just packed up and left due to no activity. That note was for either ol' Stormy or the resident grub slinger, Nektu. And umm... how should I put this politely... my feathered companion, Snowclaw, is watching and if you do anything rash, you will regret it, along with the fact of doing something stupid around my huge scorpion pet who will make you into a snack. He's watching you too. Neither of them won't be seen if they don't wish to be seen."
*Notices smell of blood, recalls Nektu's earlier warning on a shapeshifting vampire. Gets very suspicious of new guy.*
*Leaves out front door.*
I'm getting tired of this, I'm gonna go pack up and leave.
*Heads down to basement living quarters, and begins packing.*
"Are you ok?"
*Puts on an expensive monocle and proceeds to examine the glass of scotch, smelling and finally tasting it. Takes off monocle.*
"Nektu, this is not excellent scotch... It's the best scotch I've had, it's so fantastic that the gods are not worthy of tasting it."
*Slams the entire glass of scotch down, puts empty glass on counter. A little cough escapes from the strong drink.*
"Damn fine scotch right there, damn fine. Where the hell did you get that bottle?"