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Dec 11, 2003 19:39:56 GMT
Post by Inagoahoma on Dec 11, 2003 19:39:56 GMT
PTS:This is a non magical thread, feel free to join whenever you want
Creymen walked through the centre of the town looking very confused along the way. Then Creymen saw a pub and thought to himself "With all of this confusion a ale couldn't hurt." So he wandred slowly over to the small pub and went through the brown and tattered door. Creymen walked over to the bar and asked for a pint of ale and the barman replied " Very good sir." after a couple of minutes the barman came back with a tall glass full of ale. The barman said to Creymen "you don't look fermilliar to me you been here before?" "No" Creymen replied. "I was wondering around looking for some things but I can't seen to find them anywhere." "Oh well I'm no good at places haven't been here long myself, sorry." said the barman. "Thats OK" Creyman replied. Creyman wondered over to a table and sat down with his ale slowly sipping at it.
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Dec 11, 2003 20:34:22 GMT
Post by Largo LeGrande on Dec 11, 2003 20:34:22 GMT
Largo walked into the bar. Getting a drink, and sat down away from the fire, at a table in the corner.
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Dec 11, 2003 20:39:34 GMT
Post by Inagoahoma on Dec 11, 2003 20:39:34 GMT
Creymen saw a man walk into the pub and wondered weather he know anything about the town. Creymen got up out of his seat and wondered over to the table that the man was sitting at. Creymen said to the man "Excuse me ,do you know your way around this town?"
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Dec 11, 2003 21:18:12 GMT
Post by Largo LeGrande on Dec 11, 2003 21:18:12 GMT
"Yep" he answered simply.
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Dec 11, 2003 21:19:58 GMT
Post by Inagoahoma on Dec 11, 2003 21:19:58 GMT
Creymen was pleased that he had found someone that knew their way around and said "Do you know where I could find a shop that sells cutlasses or swords?"
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Dec 11, 2003 22:35:03 GMT
Post by Largo LeGrande on Dec 11, 2003 22:35:03 GMT
"Out the door, turn right, take the seventh turn on your left, second right. And it will be right in front of you, can't miss it." He said, then took a sip of his drink.
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Dec 12, 2003 20:28:17 GMT
Post by Inagoahoma on Dec 12, 2003 20:28:17 GMT
"Thanks" said creymen. Creymen walked to the bar and got another drink and then sat down.
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Dec 12, 2003 22:19:50 GMT
Post by Kitsun on Dec 12, 2003 22:19:50 GMT
A young woman, about twenty-five years old, entered the tavern. She was tall for a woman, about five and a half feet, and would have been quite pretty if her red hair wasn't limp and grey eyes clouded with fatigue. A strong scent of herbs drifted from the pouch that dangled from one hand, announcing her as a harried and worn out village healer, collapsing more than sitting in the chair.
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Dec 12, 2003 22:43:41 GMT
Post by Inagoahoma on Dec 12, 2003 22:43:41 GMT
Creyman watched the stange woman sit down and then stared for a while then went back to his drink.
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Dec 13, 2003 4:58:03 GMT
Post by Rimmer on Dec 13, 2003 4:58:03 GMT
The officer had stumbled his way into the lowly pub. People would have thought he was drunk already if it weren't for the cutlass at his side.
Rimmer abhored this new world. Back on his homeland of Senkinar, the world wasn't as complicated. Odd enough, buildings here were warm when you stepped into them, while he was used to wading toward the fire. And too, people in Senkinar didn't leave there weapons lying on the ground for him to pick up.
Still he'd figured he would be the good Sumeritan and turn it in. Eventually, he promised himself. After he was bored with the elitist feeling he got off on it.
He looked around, finding a seat idly at the bar, but lonely without friends here. Until... wait! Lo and behold, Dalamar.
He ordered up some drinks. "I thought you'd've separated from here after we got through the portal incident? Not homesick yet?" Yes, back in Senkinar there was some horrible idea that Rimmer came up with to reunite with Dalamar. Honestly, he knew he'd always had bad ideas, and normally his bullsh**t detector kept him safe. But this idea was too tempting not to act upon, and now he and the mage were seemingly stuck here.
OOC: Rimmerism: "separated": Rimmer's term for a spell cast to traverse from point a to point b. Teleportation. But also he uses it to describe spells that involve traveling between worlds. If it just seems too awkward Sam, ask me on MSN and I'll explain.
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Dec 13, 2003 14:20:38 GMT
Post by Kitsun on Dec 13, 2003 14:20:38 GMT
Dalamar looked up, eyelids at half-staff. "Rimmer... what in the bloody Abyss are you doing here?"
Normally, she wouldn't have been that blunt, but she'd had a long night, dealing with an entire family of sick children and parents who were some of the worst patients she'd ever had the misfortune to deal with.
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Dec 13, 2003 15:34:52 GMT
Post by Inagoahoma on Dec 13, 2003 15:34:52 GMT
Creyman was startled and began to stare at them.
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Dec 13, 2003 16:30:32 GMT
Post by Kitsun on Dec 13, 2003 16:30:32 GMT
Dalamar shot him a look. If she hadn't been so tired, she might have thrown something. "Go goggle over someone else's business," she snarled crossly.
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Dec 13, 2003 16:32:54 GMT
Post by Inagoahoma on Dec 13, 2003 16:32:54 GMT
Creymen looked away quickly.
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Dec 13, 2003 18:15:01 GMT
Post by Rimmer on Dec 13, 2003 18:15:01 GMT
Rimmer turned his head at the man, but only long enough to be sure she heeded Dalamar's "advice." Then he turned his attention to Dalamar's question in undertones. Pubs shouldn't have been made so seriously, he thought.
"No pub is complete without a Rimmer," he loftly claimed, taking a swig of the recently delivered ale. "But mostly I decided to stop and get a drink before turning in a sword I found." He patted it's side for emphasis, telling her how heavy it felt in comparison to a staff.
"But I hadn't seen you since we had that incident back in Senkinar. What keeps you here?" Rimmer stirred his ale and gave her a playful, disbelieving stare, as if she knew she meant to leave. And too, as if he expected the mage to have the power to leave the first place. But it wasn't unkind--Rimmer couldn't give a cold stare if he wanted, some said--the jovial blue eyes of his face didn't permit such things.
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