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Post by Elanorîn on Jul 20, 2005 17:06:53 GMT -5
Kynak didn't answer at first but just walked on with his back to Taur, keeping a steady pace towards the main road and the 'centre' of the little gathering of buildings they had stopped at.
"That way." He said with a trying-to-be-clever voice as he pointed straight ahead and kept walking.
With a rustle of the straw Jared appeared from the stables, rubbing one side of his face and eyes from sleeping.
"Now what's he up to?"
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Post by taur on Jul 20, 2005 17:28:43 GMT -5
Taur switches the lock off on the Notbora and folds it, placing the large weapon in the holster on his back. He shook his head, shrugging at Jared as he watched Kynak wander down the road towards the buildings.
"Not know. Trouble."
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Post by Elanorîn on Jul 20, 2005 17:40:55 GMT -5
Jared sighed half impatiently and half from just having woken up from a brief slumber.
"Well why not? It might get us kicked out and moving South again."
He gave a slight chuckle at himself as he thought of it and shrugged before heading after Kynak.
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Post by taur on Jul 20, 2005 18:39:36 GMT -5
Taur watches Jared walk after Kynak with eyes narrowed in thought at his comment. He stood, his arms folded across his chest, his braid swinging to and fro for a moment before it rests against his shoulder.
He was right. If Kynak causes trouble, they might be forced to leave, which would put them on the road once more. That was beneficial. It would take them to the capital that much faster.
He walked after them, his arms falling to his sides at his first step. Perhaps Kynak would be useful for once.
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Post by Elanorîn on Jul 27, 2005 9:01:21 GMT -5
Jared walked straight on until he reached the main road that cut through the small gathering of buildings. He glanced to his left briefly but almost immediately turned right and on to the front porch of the same building the man and girl was in. It was what this place called a Tavern but it was little more than a big building with lots of rooms and by the look of it the last time it saw a lick of paint was before Taur was born.
Jared quickly pushed open the door inside but didn't stop to hold it open.
The road was quiet, a bit further down was the man in black riding calmly on his horse Southwards. He was still plainly in sight. Another horse stood bored outside the Tavern. Otherwise the place was quiet. Five buildings in total huddled on this spot of land, the tavern was the largest, next to it was a small odd-shaped house and on the opposite side was a small roofed shrine, another very odd shaped house as well as a rather average loking brown house. The brown house was the best kept of them all but even so it was nothing special. The odd looking houses seemed more like converted small barns or other farmers huts as they had barely any windows and those that had been cut in to the unpainted walls were not straight nor well fitted with gaps between the window frame and the wall. It was quiet apart from some voices from inside the Tavern. One sounded much like the gruff voice of Kynak.
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Post by taur on Jul 28, 2005 18:33:30 GMT -5
Taur frowns and shakes his head slightly, side to side, his braid drifting in the wind. He stepped into the tavern without too much thought. If Kynak was causing problems, then it would be good to see it, and be able to tell Artanis what happened. Then they can actually get on the road.
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Post by Elanorîn on Aug 17, 2005 6:43:01 GMT -5
As Taur steps in to the inn he sees Jared just to his right, having just come to lean to the wall next to the door. He is watching with casual interest the scene by the bar.
There are many tables and chairs in there, most are empty but Grig is seated by one table, still looking gruff only slightly less so as he now holds a half-full tankard of bitter in front of him, his full attention is on the drink, ignoring all else in there. Another man is seated in one corner with an empty plate in front of him pretending not to be curious but doing a bad job of it.
Sitting on one of the windowsills is an Elven woman. Sandy blonde, fair skin but nothing special as far as looks go. She looks bored out the window, her face in her hand. She is dressed in a dark beige/light brown dress that has far too many flounces and is very low cut and looks too tight to be able to breathe in. She looks up as Taur walks in but after just a quick glance she returns to stare out the window, bored.
Behind the bar stands a fat and sweaty man. His hair is almost gone from the top of his head save for a few long strands of mostly black hair that are swept across the scalp. His clothes and apron are very dirty and many of the stains are probably very old. He is red in his face and glaring at the two on the other side if the bar with arms crossed over his fat chest. The once-white shirt is missing a few buttons and does an ill job to conceal is hairy torso.
The argument in the room seems to have reached some sort of impass, though the air is thick with it. There is no sound apart from that of his own feet as he comes inside. Kynak and Artanis are facing eachother and glaring death at one another. Kynak with his fists closed by his side.
The man in the corner looks at Taur for a moment as he comes in but apart from him and the woman no one seems to take notice.
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Post by taur on Aug 18, 2005 22:19:03 GMT -5
Taur tilts his head and raises an eyebrow. Then he shrugs and steps in, heading towards the bar. He was sure the reason for the argument would make itself known in good time. Perhaps in the next few seconds. So he would not seek it until it exploded again.
Besides, Artanis is very good at making people angry and vocal. This would not be the end. Pushing Kynak could only have one consequence, though. If you push Kynak, you die. It was only the method that differed from corpse to corpse.
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Post by Elanorîn on Aug 19, 2005 2:56:35 GMT -5
Something in the vicinity of a minute passes without barely anything happening at all. Jared glances briefly at Taur as he passes him and as Taur reaches the bar the fat man looks at him, his deepening frown now a little worry mixed with the previous accusing glare.
As Taur comes in to Artanis' view behind Kynak he diverts his eyes for a second to him. A moment later he turns his face away from Kynak entirely, surrendering the staring.
A "You had better get some fucking good wins in, I tell ya, or your ass will be on the Fardinn meat market." Artanis growled in the general direction to Kynak. The large brute didn't even flinch.
Artanis dug out a few platinum pieces and threw them on the bar, the fat man quickly swept them up and eyed each one over closely.
I "You know where the door is, use it." He muttered while inspecting the coins.
Artanis eyes each member of his team accusingly and then kicked one of the bar stools and walked across the room to towards the doors.
A "We're leaving, NOW."
He threw the doors open with a tham and walked out.
Kynak nodded at no one at all and turned around, as he passed taur he placed a firm, almost rough, pat on his shoulder and continued out. None of his triumph showed on his face or in his eyes.
Jared sucked his teeth and stood away from the wall with half a smirk.
Grig downed the rest of his bitter and got up, heading for the door with Kynak.
Jared remained by the door, as if caught in a thought, his eyes aimed at the Elf. He smiled and shook his head, drew his hand through his hair and laughed softly to himself before glancing over towards Taur as the other two passed him and walked out.
J "Guess we're moving."
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Post by taur on Aug 29, 2005 23:58:47 GMT -5
Taur frowned and turned around. He had not been able to get a drink before they left. That was highly annoying to him.
He walked past Jared, shrugging.
"Yes."
Then he walks out, after the rest of them. Without liqour in his system. He sighed and shook his head. He was looking forward to that drink... in fact...
He immediately turns around and walks back into the tavern, and to the bar tender.
"Drink. Ale."
He waits, taking as much time as he needs to.
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Post by Elanorîn on Aug 30, 2005 17:45:23 GMT -5
The bartender narrows his eyes at Taur as he comes back inside and asks for the drink. He then eyes him up and down and snorts.
"We're out." He didn't even bother to try and conceal his blatant lie.
The others were all outside and apart from the brief words spoken the place was as quiet as it was sticky. The Elf glanced up at them with another bored look for a moment, her head still in her hand.
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Post by taur on Aug 30, 2005 20:22:20 GMT -5
Taur is a man who doesn't speak when there is no need to. He has always believed that actions speak louder than any single word, and are a far better way to express one's thoughts. Instead of talking about slaying the dragon in the hills, one seeks the dragon and proceeds to slay it.
Instead of arguing with the barkeep about a drink that you really, really craved at the moment, you smashed his bar and watched him with calm eyes until he gave you your drink. Taur proceeded to do so, unslinging the Notbora and slamming the metal/stone hook at the end into the bar between the tapster and himself with all the force he could muster before folding it up again and sliding it back into the harness that rested on his back for that purpose. He crossed his arms, blinked slowly, and locked his gaze on the man, waiting for his drink. His facial expression was extremely calm. It was a casual act for him.
[Str check for thwapping the bar between them with the really big weapon: 20 ;D + 4 = 24
Intimidate that follows: 20, once more. +4 = 24]
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Post by Elanorîn on Aug 30, 2005 20:47:57 GMT -5
With an allmightly crash the heavy Notbora sank through the top of the bar and sliced through to the floor making a great cut in the front panel. Bits of wood and splinter fly high about them and the barman's eyes widened to the point where they seemed to almost pop out of heir sockets. His mouth opened and closed in disbelief a few times and he looked much like a fat fish.
The Elf had not been looking at the really loud crash had her jumping where she sat on the windowsill, only just catching herself from falling flat on the floor. She blinked at Taur and began to move towards the back door, keeping far away from Taur.
The barman reached for one of the few empty tankards still on the bar that hadn't fallen to the floor and smashed. He did so while trying to keep as clear of Taur as possible. His sweaty hands fumbled and he dropped the tankard that fell to the floor and broke like the others, causing another breaking sound to bounce between the walls. The Elf flinched and edged towards the door a bit quicker.
The barman reached for yet another glass and began to tap up a dark golden foaming drink in to it from one of the three taps, spilling heavily and filling it so high virtually no head was left on it as he pushed it over to Taur and backed away.
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Post by taur on Aug 30, 2005 21:05:39 GMT -5
He picks the tankard up and sips at his ale, nodding his head towards the tapster as he made his way out of the bar, drinking at his leisure. He had his drink, he was happy now.
He went after the others.
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Post by Elanorîn on Aug 31, 2005 8:20:11 GMT -5
The barman stares after taur as he walks out without a word, the man in the corner watches with his mouth open as it has been since Taur's smashing of the bar. The Elf is gone out the back.
Outside the road seems empty but he can hear the rustle and bustle of the wagon and the horses coming from around the corner, it seems to be coming closer though it is still out of view.
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