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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jun 27, 2020 20:07:52 GMT
"And a fan too! Splendid!" the celebrity adventurer exclaimed, as a quill seemed to appear in his hand, tip already wet with a metallic gold ink. "Righty or Lefty?" he inquired.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jun 27, 2020 20:14:40 GMT
“I just said I didn’t have anything,” she said, looking a bit confused as she peered at him. He must have been nearly sixty, and he looked half that. He was more handsome in person than. On the covers of his books, too. She blushed, trying to remember the bad stories Demetri had told her. Nothing stuck. “It was just the one book anyway. Didn’t get a chance to read more,” she added in a voice filled with regret.
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Post by Ceutinde on Jun 27, 2020 20:15:09 GMT
Ceutinde shook her head in amusement. "I think he means your breasts, dear," She told Justine, "But surely you've got a copy of one of your books on hand, Nigey. No doubt she'd rather something more permanent."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jun 27, 2020 20:22:18 GMT
The soldiers laughed. “Best have more than a small skill. We call her the Bloody Surgeon behind her back. Ask her about the Boar from Hell,” he suggested with a funny look. “It’ll be a fine song.” "Perhaps," she said airily. "Well, my fine fellows, I had better leave you to your duties. All this conversation has given me a thirst. I fancy a tankard of ale." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 27, 2020 20:28:46 GMT
“If you have a thirst in about two hours, I’d love to get you a drink at the Mermaid,” the soldier offered, as his partner chuckled. They didn’t otherwise interfere with her exit.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jun 27, 2020 20:46:14 GMT
Justine looked down into her own cleavage. “I mean, if you insist.” She felt oddly lightheaded in the presence of the man. “But she’s right, it’s not very permanent.”
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jun 27, 2020 20:49:10 GMT
"When Nigel Thornheart puts pen to flesh, it is just as permanent as when he puts sword to flesh," he replied, affronted at the thought anyone would deign to bathe after. "However, I will not have it said I left a woman wanting." He reached into his pack and pulled out a thick tome, on the cover of which he flashed the same dazzling white smile. "An advanced copy of the anniversary collection, so you may enjoy my complete adventures...for the moment at least." He opened the front cover and signed it with a flourish. "Now which book was that that popped your cherry so to speak?"
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jun 27, 2020 21:18:35 GMT
Tehol grins at the prospect of a free round of drinks for him and K'rull, and proceeds to put his arm around the old geezer in a show of friendship, also hitting the man with a wave of stench befitting the lowest rotting corpse in a dungeon littered with bodies. "To company and adventures." After her trip to the walls, Silvia arrived back at the tavern. After securing a tankard of ale she strolled out to the patio at the back of the building where she beheld two men and a furry creature. She let out a cry of delight and forgot to swagger as she approached the animal. "Well, hello, my darling! Aren't you just adorable?" |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jun 27, 2020 21:39:23 GMT
“It was Marauding with Monsters. You were just so kind to that poor orphan!” She gushed, not quite realizing the irony. “I must have memorized the whole thing. Thank you ever so much, Mr Thornheart.” She wasn’t sure where she’d keep something big and heavy like that, but she could tell it would become a treasured possession.
She wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or ripped off not to have him signing her flesh.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Jun 27, 2020 22:02:23 GMT
K'rull eyes the lady with an eye of caution before waving at her hesitantly.
"How do you do, Ma'am. That's K'rull he isn't used to such affection." Tehol remarks politely.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jun 27, 2020 22:17:01 GMT
She turned from the creature to look at the wild-looking man. They made an interesting duo. She doffed her feathered hat and gave an exaggerated bow.
"Silvia Raizer, bard and adventurer. I'm best known as the Skylark of Bastion." She said the latter with absolute conviction that he would recognise the nickname.
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jun 27, 2020 23:27:19 GMT
“It was Marauding with Monsters. You were just so kind to that poor orphan!” She gushed, not quite realizing the irony. “I must have memorized the whole thing. Thank you ever so much, Mr Thornheart.” She wasn’t sure where she’d keep something big and heavy like that, but she could tell it would become a treasured possession. She wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or ripped off not to have him signing her flesh. "You can thank me over dinner...or breakfast," he suggested, with a wink and a firm hand on her lower back. "Now that I think of it, I have some limited edition memorabilia in my suite at The Southern Sea. The publishers sent over a prototype action figure that they assure me is anatomically correct, along with a working Little Nigel miniature replica." |
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Post by Ceutinde on Jun 27, 2020 23:37:39 GMT
"How anatomically correct? Surely they haven't included all the pox scars." She reached over to gently remove his hand from Justine's back. "We do what we can, but some diseases always leave a mark."
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Jun 27, 2020 23:49:47 GMT
"Lady Ceutinde has it been so long without a man to warm your bed that you have forgotten the difference between scars from battle and scars from pox?" Nigel asked, broad smile not wavering, having dealt with his fair share of naysayers and haters over the years. "You know, I have the remedy for that." He moved his spare hand to the elf's back, taking her barbed tongue and meddling hand for the obvious sign of jealousy it was.
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Post by Ceutinde on Jun 28, 2020 0:20:29 GMT
Ceutinde's eyes narrowed. "The last man to share my bed bore far more than his fair share of scars. His came from battle. I cannot say I've seen anything like them on you." She finished what was left in her glass and pushed it forward to catch the bartender's attention.
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