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Well Met
Well Met My friend and Welcome home. I am sure you will find Misty Hollow and its hostess most accomodating. Fair thee well my friend I am off to battle the monsters in the great void. Slohand ```
<Wraps his cloak tightly around his shoulders Slo moves quickly through the door and into the night>
Well Met My friend and Welcome home. I am sure you will find Misty Hollow and its hostess most accomodating. Fair thee well my friend I am off to battle the monsters in the great void. Slohand ```
<Wraps his cloak tightly around his shoulders Slo moves quickly through the door and into the night>
OoOoOOoooooh.. yer willing to shuck yer armor and pitch in, too? Hell yes! The more bare chested men around the place, the better! Free ale, eh? As long as yer sober enough to keep whipping this place inta shape, have at, boyo!
<rubs her hands together gleefully> We'll have the place up to snuff in NO time!
<rubs her hands together gleefully> We'll have the place up to snuff in NO time!
<double checks the fittings for leaks... casts a Heat spell on a large bag filled with smooth shinny stones... glues the stones into place, forming a starry night scene... casts Dancing Lights on select stones... covers that with a wagon load of fresh mountain cap snow... allows the snow to melt and casts Gust of Wind spells on multiple depressions strategically placed around the tub... steps back to marvel at his finished project... the Jacuzzi!>
I'm off for Holiday, Enjoy!
I'm off for Holiday, Enjoy!
<peeks in the door as she passes by, but seeing the new roof, can't resist peeking inside. Her eyes go very very very wide as she spies the hot tub, and can't resist stripping down to to soak sore muscles> ahhhhh, Navic ye are a wonder! <her eyes flutter closed as she loses the battle against sleep>
*Abroc enters the tavern, having had a long hard ride. Sees his old comrade dozing the warm waters of the spa. He walks up to her and whispers* "Rest well my little chaotic Barbie Doll. Arboc has been challenged to game. And you know how much I like games" *With that, he climbs the stairs to his room. Thinking to himself* , "little swamp witch thinks she can make me dance? Wait till I change the tune!!"
<comes awake with a jolt, spies the angle of the sun and realizes how much time she's lost to the dreaded hot tub o' doooooooom, jumps out of the tub and pulls on her pants and shirt, buttoned wrong. Looks around the room for her helmet and slams it on her head, tosses her pack over her back and jogs towards the door, but stops dead in her tracks as she notes what's been done to the place. Whistles long and low, and murmurs "nice work, my friends", and heads outside, a flash of color catches her eye, she whirls around and admires the freshly painted exterior and claps her hands> YAY!!! Now... if only the door were hmmmmm... <pauses, her hand to her mouth as she contemplates> bright yellow would be eyecatching and welcoming... but an indigo blue, so deep a blue it appears purple in some lights... AHA! I have it! <cups her hand to her mouth and yells up towards Arboc's room> Indigo, paint it indigo, with yellow around the edges, purdy please! <claps her hand on her helmet to keep it in place as she dashes off to parts unknown>
* Arboc is dragged from a deep sleep by the voice of his dear chaotic barbie doll. He stumbles across the room and throws open the window and shouts "Indigo with yellow trim?" Shaking his head, "Definitely taken to many blows to the head that one has." * He waves at the departing Listle. *
* Arboc closes the window and proclaims "Well that was a rstful 3 hours of sleep. Might as well get on that door." He the proceeds acroos the room and changes into his work clothes. He walks to toward the door, past his mace and broadsword, on the night stand next to his bed, he reaches for his small dagger. The tip of the blade is stained with blood of a toad. He tucks the knife into its hidden sheeth located at the small of his back. Arboc opens his chamber door and proceeds down the stairs into the great hall of the tavern.*
* Arboc closes the window and proclaims "Well that was a rstful 3 hours of sleep. Might as well get on that door." He the proceeds acroos the room and changes into his work clothes. He walks to toward the door, past his mace and broadsword, on the night stand next to his bed, he reaches for his small dagger. The tip of the blade is stained with blood of a toad. He tucks the knife into its hidden sheeth located at the small of his back. Arboc opens his chamber door and proceeds down the stairs into the great hall of the tavern.*
SLips
*Slips quietly in while heads are turned. A Deep Hood completely forward hiding the face, The Cloak closed with only a subtle suggestion of some sort of weapon worn on the side. Quietly moving among the shadows into the corner. Letting my eyes adjust to Tavern light.*
"She must be here somewhere" merely a thought as my hands clutch a small wooden chest against myself beneath my robe.
*not seeing the person who I seek I move to furthermost table and with my back to the wall. take my seat, looking about for a Barkeep or Tavern wench*
"Surely she will come soon while there is still but time" Foreboding thoughts send terrible images through my mind. Dreadful realization of a impending event snap me back to reality.
"No not here, this is not the place I must try another. she would be here were this the one" As I quickly move to the door and onto a massive Dark steed tied at the corner. "Away my friend Away. We must find this one before it be to late for us all. I have heard these lands are astir with life once more, lets search the land for her."
<as quickly as he came. he departed into the evening, a dark figure atop a dark mount racing swiftly into the night. The urgency of his mission to be heard in the pounding hooves heard well after he is gone.>
*Slips quietly in while heads are turned. A Deep Hood completely forward hiding the face, The Cloak closed with only a subtle suggestion of some sort of weapon worn on the side. Quietly moving among the shadows into the corner. Letting my eyes adjust to Tavern light.*
"She must be here somewhere" merely a thought as my hands clutch a small wooden chest against myself beneath my robe.
*not seeing the person who I seek I move to furthermost table and with my back to the wall. take my seat, looking about for a Barkeep or Tavern wench*
"Surely she will come soon while there is still but time" Foreboding thoughts send terrible images through my mind. Dreadful realization of a impending event snap me back to reality.
"No not here, this is not the place I must try another. she would be here were this the one" As I quickly move to the door and onto a massive Dark steed tied at the corner. "Away my friend Away. We must find this one before it be to late for us all. I have heard these lands are astir with life once more, lets search the land for her."
<as quickly as he came. he departed into the evening, a dark figure atop a dark mount racing swiftly into the night. The urgency of his mission to be heard in the pounding hooves heard well after he is gone.>
<wanders deep within the forest, eyes ever vigilant for some particular landmarks, she notes the setting sun and starts looking for a place to while away the dark hours. She spies a sitting tree and clambers up into it, hanging her pack just within reach from a branch and leans back to watch the sunset between the leaves. She heaves a 'life is good' sigh as she opens up a skin of tequila for a quick swig and pulls a hunk of dried meat from her pack to gnaw on as the sky darkens, her eyes start to flutter close as the dreams take her, the last bit of the jerky falls to the ground as her fingers relax.>