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Post by Kiros Verilant on Nov 12, 2006 17:11:21 GMT -4
As you enter the bar, you see robed Dustmen everywhere, sipping their drinks, whispering to each other from under their cowls. A lone tiefling violinist sits in the corner, sending extended wails of sond out from his instrument. As you make your way to the bar, a few people glance at you, then go back to their drinks. The barkeep takes your order without speaking.
Kiros walked into the bar, his red leather armour squeaking slightly as he moved. Moving over to the barkeep, he placed a few coins on the bar, and bared his fangs. The barkeep flinched, which only made Kiros grin wider as his drink was fetched. It was a crimson red drink, and indeed looked like it might actually be blood. Kiros went to a small table in a dark corner of the bar. He sat down, placed his sword across his legs, and put his feet on the table, ignoring the barkeeps glare. He took a sip of his drink, which left a bit of red on his lips, which he then licked off.
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Post by Shrill on Nov 14, 2006 8:29:03 GMT -4
Shrill came bounding into the bar, bare feet rasping against the floor as he walked up to the bar, clambering onto it and looking at the barkeep.
"Shrill have a mead." he yipped, a big mug of it being quickly placed on the bar in front of him. Reaching into his pouch and dropping the coin, he grabbed his drink and turned to find a empty table just to see none.
"Ohh..." he said to himself sadly before spotting a free chair, the table unoccupied but for single man in red armor. Shrill made his way through the tightly packed bar, having to stand on his toes to reach the table and place his mead on it before climbing up the chair, taking a seat on the backrest.
"Hello" he waved at Kiros, giving a smile full of small pointy teeth.
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Post by Kiros Verilant on Nov 14, 2006 11:38:15 GMT -4
Kiros watched the kobold quietly as he bounded over. The dustmen in the bar simply looked disgusted, though they said nothing.
Bringing his feet off the table quietly, Kiros bared his fangs and whispered. "The dustmen do not appreciate a zest for life. Tone it down before you get a blade in your gut." Kiros grinned as though enjoying the thought of an innocent little kobold squirming in agony on his blade. "
Pulling his attention back to the kobold, he asked, "What is your name, clueless?"
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Post by Shrill on Nov 14, 2006 12:19:34 GMT -4
"Name is Shrill." He said before dipping his maw into his mead, drinking deep before looking up again. "Good mead, although mead back home better."
"And Shrill is not clueless. Shrill knows lots of things. Like bow, Shrill know lots and lots of things about bows. And stones. Shrill likes pretty stones that sparkle and shine. But who be you?" he finally asked, tilting his head slightly as he secretely studied the tiefling before him.
Every move, breath, smile and word noticed, studied and remembered. Filed away as another form to try.
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Post by Kiros Verilant on Nov 14, 2006 12:25:30 GMT -4
Kiros studied the kobold for a moment, "Who I am is of little concern, but you may call me Morik." Kiros took a sip of his drink, which from these close quarters clearly is blood.
"As for my comment, clueless is what we call you primes. The reason for that? You are." Kiros flipped his tail in agitation, "Do you really need to chatter so much? or was there something you wanted?" The tiefling takes a draw from his tankard.
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Post by Shrill on Nov 14, 2006 12:34:08 GMT -4
Shrill didn't much care for this brass creature. Not in the least.ยจ
"Nowhere else to sit." he said with his regular high pitched voice before once again taking a sip from his mead. "Why you drink blood? You a vampire?"
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Post by Kiros Verilant on Nov 14, 2006 12:49:03 GMT -4
"You see, clueless." Kiros grinned, a few drops of blood falling from his fangs. "I'm a tielfing. Demonic ancestry. I drink blood because it tastes good." Kiros rolls his eyes, "Have you ever considered getting your vocal cords torn out. That voice is irritating."
The dustmen were beginning to leave, throwing the kobold disgusted looks as they went out the door. The barkeep glared at the kobold for scaring off his clientele.
Kiros looked at Shrill, 'Now look what you've done." Kiros thought for a moment. "You're probably less likely to get yourself killed if you go to the Smoldering Corpse." Kiros flicked his tail, "I'll even guide you there, for a price."
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Post by Shrill on Nov 14, 2006 12:53:42 GMT -4
"Why don't you drink...wine? Taste much better then blood." Shrill tossed the tiefling a deadpan look "Your very rude. And Shrill can fight if Shrill needs to..."
He stood up, finishing his mead in one big swipe before placing the mug down. "Shrill thinks you show him for free."
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Post by Kiros Verilant on Nov 14, 2006 12:58:29 GMT -4
Kiros raises an eyebrow. He placed a hand gently on his sword hilt, and grinned. His cup in his other hand, he said, "I think not."
Kiros bares his fangs, "If you don't want a guide, very well. However, curb your tongue, berk, or you'll lose it." Kiros stands up threateningly, "Your bow will not help you in here."
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Post by Shrill on Nov 14, 2006 13:16:09 GMT -4
"Shrill no need bow."
He really didn't want to do this. He wanted to stop fighting, wanted it for a long time. But there was always people who pushed others down, tried to bend other to their will.
And it ate away at him, piece by piece until he couldn't stand it anymore and had to fight back. Like now. This man wanted a fight and Shrill would give him one if he continued pushing.
Without a sound Shrill started to shift, his skin turning to stone, his small frame quickly growing tall enough to almost touch the ceiling. The floor objected loudly as a stone golem suddenly towered over the tiefling that just moments ago had seemed tall.
"Now" came the deep rumbling voice of the creature "I urge you to reconsider."
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Post by Kiros Verilant on Nov 14, 2006 13:23:12 GMT -4
Kiros bared his fangs, "Reconsider what? Reconsider defending myself? Perhaps, if you pike off." Kiros placed his drink on the table, and brought his sword into a ready position, the blades edge beginning to glow a blood red color. "I think you'll find I have a bit more bite than you think if you keep going prime."
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Post by Shrill on Nov 14, 2006 13:36:56 GMT -4
Defending himself? Did this Morik think himself under attack? Perhaps there was some misunderstanding at work.
"You think yourself under attack Morik? I think we have misread the other's intention." He never fully understood why taking on another shape negated his bad grasp of common.
His druidic mentor had always held the suspicion that just like druid in the form of a wolf learned to howl, Shrill's far wider ability imparted knowledge of a creatures language over his own. It would certainly explain how he could emulate the eloquent speech of a elf or mystical language of the elementals. Unfortunately, the speech of this plane eluded him in all his forms.
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Post by Kiros Verilant on Nov 14, 2006 13:40:17 GMT -4
"You made the first move." Kiros kept his blade ready, unwilling to be lulled into a false sense of security. He'd learned his lessons about that early in life. "I had no intention of attacking you. I'm a mercenary, not a murderer." Kiros laughed evilly, "At least, not ussually."
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Post by Shrill on Nov 14, 2006 13:47:44 GMT -4
Was it not this tiefling that had made the threat? But Shrill saw no point in arguing, such behavior would just further anger this creature. Although Shrill was not quick to judge, this man had made his frame of mind very clear.
"Very well" he said, once again changing his form. This time to a slender elf, the quiver and bow once again on his back but larger as if though they too had changed to accommodate his new shape.
His simple way of dress remained however, little but a pair of tanned leaher pants stopping the man from being exposed.
"Now, take me to this Smoldering corpse." he said, flipping a gold coin toward the mercenary.
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Post by Kiros Verilant on Nov 14, 2006 13:59:15 GMT -4
Kiros' eyes widened slighlty, but he deftly caught the coin and tucked it away into some hidden pocket. "As you wish." The tiefling twirled his sword into its scabbard on his back and said, "Follow me."
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