Assaulted by Lizards
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Slipshadow the former Far Scout tells all who listen that he was attacked by a Lizard, fro mthe lands to the south of Peltarch. One charges at him whole another shot a bolt. HWne theb lot hit it's target the other LIzard ran away, he further foes on to tell folks how he was merely 2 metres from the wall of Peltarch in full view of the guards, yet that did not stop the lizards from randomly attacking him. He then goes on to state, "I was lucky the bolt only grazed me…..but who knows the enxt victim may not be as lucky, the ycould kill him"
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Gaius's nose notices the cookie/muffin aroma, and he slips up only to find a very depleted stock of cookies and muffins. Undeterred, he nabs a muffin only to realize his armor doesn't have any pockets. He jams it in his mouth, grabs three more, and manages to slide out of the crowd relatively unnoticed.
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Juster pops up just long enough to take a cookie. He then slips her card back into her pocket and walks off again. Only to reappear a short while later to take another cookie before disappearing for good.
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Konstantin sighs.
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Just gets a wonderful laugh from Penny and puts his arm around her heading North as well
You know, sooner or later I might have to challenge you for that title. For now, we need to talk.
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Belade nods, agreeing with Penny
Thank you for the advice hun.
waves her goodbye
Anyway, the story about these gloves…
It was a long time ago. I was just sitting in Jiyyd, along with some others, when Nathander Steel told us about a map he had, pointing out the location of a dragon lair...so we went down there.
insert interesting description of adventure here
So, after we managed to kill the pink dragon, I skinned it, and a master tanner made me these gloves with the skin. Helps with fire too
Waits to see if anyone is going to mention the lizardfolk again
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Lucid's eyes glaze over as penny goes on and on. He just shakes his head every now and then as he drinks, managing about half a bottle or so before penny wanders off. With a sigh of relief, he places the bottle back into his pack, then glances around a moment trying to remember what it was he came to peltarch for in the first place….
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Oreth raises his head for a moment to look at Lucid, then at Penny and Belade, then at Lucid again. He then proceeds to roll his eyes and flop his head back again, rubbing a temple lightly with one hand
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Sensing Belade's fashion quandry, Penny seizes the opportunity:
"Well now sugar, I hate rulin' out a certain style categorically without good reason - well, except for earthtones. There's almost no excuse for wearin' all brown. Take your leopard cloak, for instance. I wouldn't exactly wear it ta a weddin', as it does seem a bit too overstated for such an occasion. Winter wolf tends ta work better in this instance. However, as an accessory to a fine black gown at a festhall party, well that's completely different, an' I'd highly recommend it there, especially if the cloak's accents are of a matching shade of black. Now watch out - if it's -real- leopard pelt, ya might wanna be careful 'round the Sharessan types who tend ta get a bit miffed 'bout cat killin'. The easiest way to achieve the same look without all the ruffled feathers - make friends with a good dyer. Any dyer worth his salt can take a well woven cloak and transform it with a nice base color an' add those leopard spots for ya."
She continues on ad nauseam about the merits of ruffled shirts in men's formalwear, using Zyphlin as an example, and of well polished metals in combat attire, using Dwin and Foilir as examples for this point. Catching her breath, she smiles brightly and runs off after her recent client who has begun heading toward Vanity Plates on his own.
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I think leopard is a little gaudy. I prefer understated elegance. Something simple and minimalistic, where the beauty is all in the line, and the thread count, and the quality of the tailoring. takes a cookie
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Lucidious wanders into town and seems to be headed to the tailors…then noticing the crowd he quietly takes a seat on a bench near the others. He manages to discreetly snag muffin and a cookie, then just as he seems ready to say something, the topic turns to ... fashion. He just sits there at a loss for words as penny and belade go back and forth...and kinda wonders where the pink dragonscale gloves came from too. With a smirk and a shrug, he seems to give up on the conversation, instead rummaging though pack for a bottle of wine to help pass the time.
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Oh, do excuse me! I've been a tad too busy fighting to keep up-to-date…I do love winterwolf, but how about leopard? I have an absolutely fabulous leopard cloak, but I'm not sure whether I should wear it nowadays...it's just so hard to keep up...
Sighs and has a cookie, trying to steer the conversation away from the arguing and into a nice chat about fashion
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clears her throat
Um, Belade darlin', winter wolf is actually this season's fashion, an' one a my best designs usin' wolf fur is on sale in the Gypsy Camp from the clothing merchant while supplies last! Dragon's a touch too rare to be considered seasonal wear, though I do love those gloves. Let's talk 'bout where ya got em after the boys are done, aye?
munches on a cookie with a bright smile on her face
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takes one of Penny's cards while passing out muffins to those gathered
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[d] this is like takin coal from a Shortie.. so easy it aint that much fun.
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Dwinnie, dear, if you wear things made of scaly skin, go with dragon, hm? Lizard is so last season
Belade laughs, polishing her pink dragonscale gloves a bit. She is sitting fairly close to Oreth during the discussion, having arrived not that long after it started
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Oreth raises his head from the back of the bench to stare blankly at the dwarf after the "lizardskin" comment
You are just trying to bait us, aren't you? I apologize for giving you more credit than that. I won't make such a mistake again.
He leans back again
If you act on your idiotic statements, then either the city will catch you, or the lizards will. I hope I am invited to the respective trial or cook-out, in either case…
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In a mock-whisper, Dwin asks Penny what she can do with lizard-skin, gesturing to his feet and a possible new pair of boots. He chuckles and accepts the cookie.
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Noticing the unusually large crowd of people arguing about their lizards, Penny takes a moment from escorting her next client to Vanity Plates to pass out cookies and other refreshments, each adorned with a business card reading - "Penny Lane, Minister of Fashion, Peltarch - Fashion is Art, People!"
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@49c754daa3=Zyphlin:
Laughs looking at the Dolvaks
Do you think anyone actually cares what you two say. You're about as slick and smooth talking as Grag is skinny. Amazingly enough Folir, there is this odd little fact…insulting YOU is not an insult to ALL dwarves. I know its a hard concept to try to grasp, the thought that somehow you are not the uberdwarf that is the pattern for all dwarves to match.
I was one of the strongest supporters and friends of the longest standing dwarf in the Guard. Heffa, the leader of the crafters guild here in Peltarch, is a personal friend. I helped to save the lives of dozens and dozens of the dwarves in Peltarch during the last election and got even more of them out of prison with legal aid. Not to mention having the support of thier entire guild that likely would've turned the tide of the election if not for the fact that for SOME reason they kept getting arrested when Bloodspiders attacked them, and yet the bloodspiders kept getting off scot free.
So once agian, I beg that you two bafoons stop a moment....possibly spit the ale out of your mouth...and think before you try to speak. You may not come off so dumb.
…oh, and please. Take your grievance to the Magistrate. I am sure that will turn out well. Why not round up some banites to your cause like the last time you tried to throw fraudulent charges at me...by the way, none of them were found guilty. Or, I don't know, here's a stunning idea...learn some new plays. Yours are getting old and tiring.
- Hears the sounds of a little dark barking as loud as it can for attention *
"YIP! YIP! YIP!"
- Foilir chuckles at the sounds as he continutes to walk to the docks *
"[d] Me swears some folks would love teh 'blow der own horn'…... if'n dey wasn't carryin a penny flute dat is!"
- Holds out a pinkie for a second then lets out a resounding belly laugh, clearly humored by the bard's feeling of self importance *
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(( oops, mispost. Please delete this and the ill-advised planar collapse post 2 above. Thanks Oreth for your well-meant and entirely appropriate moderation of the thread.
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