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Post by Scraverx on Dec 19, 2006 14:29:26 GMT 9.5
The old beggar hopped through the main bazaar, leaning heavily on the crutch that now did the job his right leg was once responsible for. He'd move forward a step or two, then peer around with his good left eye - his right covered by a grimy rag must have gone the way of the lower part of his right leg, then move on a step or two.
Was he looking for something specific, or just looking for likely marks? Eventually he tool a bowl from inside his ragged clothing and limped along a little further pushing it out at various passers by. Most seemed disinclined to even look at the man and a few even backed away their faces scrunching from the stench of him, for the beggar smelt like he hadn't bathed in years.
[Open to any and all. Quite open ended too I don't have a specific path set out for this one.]
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Post by Xennavor on Dec 19, 2006 21:42:25 GMT 9.5
A hefty figure covered from head to toe in thick brown cloaks loomed from around a corner. The figures face was covered by a hood that came some way out, covering it's face in shadow. The figure was hunched over and looked around. It seemed to notice the beggar limping along the path. It held it's head for a while before it began to walk again, towards the limping man, semming to make a clicking sound as it walked. [Weeeee, I hope I can join! ^^ >_> that beggar's a mess lol  It's Gautkin by the way] |
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Post by Scraverx on Dec 19, 2006 23:32:09 GMT 9.5
The beggar stopped upon seeing the hulking robed being and stuffed his bowl back inside his equally ragged clothing. His hand remained there and he hopped forward another step then craned his neck and fixed his one eye on the figure, looking right at the shadow made by it's hood. The beggar sniffed the air though how he could smell anything over his own stench was anyone's guess.
He remained silent and just stood there with his weight on his crutch. Was he unafraid of the hulk or just plain crazy?
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Post by Xennavor on Dec 20, 2006 9:42:28 GMT 9.5
[True, true.]
The being continued forward until he was merely a metre away from the man. It's breathing was heavy and coarse. It stood there a moment longer before speaking.
"Where is a tavern." The figure said, it's powerful voice deep and rough.
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Post by Scraverx on Dec 20, 2006 9:57:18 GMT 9.5
The beggar slipped his free hand, the one that had held the bowl, from inside his clothing once more and pointed to one of the buildings.
He said nothing, perhaps the man couldn't speak, but he could clearly hear and he kept his one eye fixed on the robed hulk. Finally his lips parted revealing stained rotting teeth, and not a full set either, then he licked them slowly. "They... don't like... trouble." Trouble he said haltingly. Like the rest of him, his breath stank.
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Post by Xennavor on Dec 20, 2006 11:05:10 GMT 9.5
The being was silent for a while "I'm not here to give anyone trouble," the figure said before turning to the building the man pointed too. He waited a moment before trudging off towards the door.
The hulk moved slowly and everyone seemed to walk around it. It reached the door and entered silently. What was it looking for? Was it looking for anything? Or just some trouble like it said it did not want...
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Post by Scraverx on Dec 20, 2006 11:34:42 GMT 9.5
The beggar stood where he was for a while, making sure it was clear that the Hulking brute had entered the tavern before he started to limp that way himself. He stood at the door and watched the inside of the Tavern from there.
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Post by Xennavor on Dec 20, 2006 11:46:14 GMT 9.5
The figure sat at a table at the far end of the room, almost breaking the chair. Everyone seemed to stare at the being through the corner of their eye. Most of the tavern was silent. The hulk brought forth a large clawed hand covered in fur and grasped the pint on the table and brought it into the shadow of its hood, seeming to drink it. It seemed oblivious to everyone watching.
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Post by Scraverx on Dec 20, 2006 12:00:38 GMT 9.5
There was s slight snort, or perhaps a chuckle from the beggar by the door. Had he recognised the robed Hulk for what it was? He limped a little further into the bar, only to be shouted at by the bartender. "Get out you! No drinks for Beggars. Git!" And the bartender came from behind the bar hefting a billy club.
The beggar just laughed, the man had to be crazy then he pointed at the robed hulk. "You serve /that/ but not me, Donnal? Your father was a fool but he'd never have let one of /those/ drink in here."
What was that about the tavern not liking trouble?
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Post by Treijim on Dec 20, 2006 17:06:17 GMT 9.5
[Ignatius is joining this RP]
The tavern was two-storied, and up above there was a man in long robes leaning on the railing. He was gazing down with pure white eyes from the ominous darkness and smoke swirling above. When the beggar pointed to the large man in the corner, Ignatius fixed his gaze on the hulk. His expression changed from a serious look to a smirk and he went half-way down the stairs, not so that he would attract attention to himself, but also not hiding out of their sight. He continued to watch the corner figure to see if he picked up on the beggar's insult.
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Post by Xennavor on Dec 20, 2006 17:22:35 GMT 9.5
The figure took one more mouthfull before putting the pint on the table and looking up, facing the man at the doorway that pointed at him. The hulk slowly got up and started towards him. Moving slowly, clicking on the stone floor as it moved. The bartender didn't move any closer to the hulk as it neared because of it's size. The figure reached for Garrol and grasped his neck, slowly lifting him off the ground.
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Post by Scraverx on Dec 20, 2006 21:07:36 GMT 9.5
Garrol's neck, in fact most of his body made a series of loud popping noises as he was lifted. "Ah that's better." He chuckled, that's right the man actually chuckled. The hulking being could probably kill him and throw him aside with one flick of it's wrist and he was actually laughing.
"See. I knew you were looking for trouble." He croaked, and as he did just about every person in the tavern drew a weapon of one kind or another, from small hand crossbows, to daggers and swords. One even flicked one hand in a series of preparative gestures for casting a spell.
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Post by Treijim on Dec 20, 2006 21:11:00 GMT 9.5
Ignatius did not draw a weapon. He didn't seem to have a weapon on him. Were Scarcus a town of law and order, the place would have been full of guards. Unfortunately - or perhaps, fortunately - there were no guards. It could either get ugly really fast, or it could get really ugly really fast. Ignatius watched on with a smirk. Anyone who saw him would know he had something up his sleeve.
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Post by Xennavor on Dec 20, 2006 21:19:57 GMT 9.5
The hulk, still with the man in his hand, looked at all the men in the tavern, with their weapons drawn. It just stood there for a moment or two before eventually placing the man on the ground.
The brute drew a deep breath before speaking. "You humans don't learn." After he said that there was a rattling sound and then all the people with their weapons drawn suddenly froze. There was an eerie silence before the hulk started walking out of the tavern, shortly breaking into a hefty run, the cloaks whipping about behind.
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Post by Scraverx on Dec 20, 2006 21:38:15 GMT 9.5
As he was put down, Garrol stood on both legs, that's right both were actually cabable of holding his weight without the crutch. He ignored the frozen patrons, their weapons still drawn and looked towards Ignatius, pushing up the rag over his right eye.
"You, I heard you might be in the area."
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It's Gautkin by the way]
