[ 02-13-2002: Message edited by: Niklas ]
you damn smartass, bane.. seven years ago or so 
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Niklas impressed everyone with:
when I was small
aren't you still?
A travelling bard made out of fruit cake? Well, I suppose I've seen stranger things in my travels. Is he around here, then? I always did like peanut butter.
HAIL, Lady Ezra Thalbor.
Should've said something, but I've said it enough
By the way my words were faded
Rather waste some time with you...
Ozius
*Ezra rubs the back of her neck as the halfling fellow speaks.* I'm afraid I don't quite follow. Perhaps I've been on the road a bit too long.
Ozius
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Kagrama:
..and there were some guys in soem bunny suits and i dont know waht they were doning there but i dont know AND THERE SI A GUY WITH A TOPHAT okay taht si it/???/
TAHT ALIEC N WWONEDRLAND////
quote:Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. You've got the wrong Peter.
Check out the big brain on Kagrama!
peter pan picked the pipe of pickeled peppers or HOW DOES TAHT THINGS GO
Mortious grabs a knife and fork, contructed out of negative material.
Yummy.
*Ezra hears Kagrama, Phooting, Daemon, and Ford carrying on the conversation about Peter Pan from the next table over.* You think maybe those fellows have had a bit too much of the stout Dwarven? *She giggles.* A bard made out of fruit cake would be a sight to see though.
*The walking armor's comment goes unnoticed, mistaken for some patron admiring a slab of beef.*
Hail and well met, and yes the... merrymakers over there do tend to overdo it on the ale. Forgive me for eavesdropping but what did you say you were searching for?
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Ford Prefect wrote this then went back to looking for porn:
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. You've got the wrong Peter.
piper pan it si all the saem too me!!11
*Ezra turns back to Ozimander.* Where are we, anyway? This is one of the most crowded tavern in the middle of nowhere I've ever seen.
*Didanya smiles* pleased to meet you two. From what ive learned around here, the locals like their stout, the shadowknight in the corner is to be watched carefully, and... well shadows are running loose all of a sudden. [ 02-17-2002: Message edited by: Leck ]
Things go backwards here unless they go forewards, then it might just go sideways if it hasn't gone that way. Just don't go this way. Understood? If you understand that you'll be fine.
This is a tavern of all sorts, wonder, mystery and possibly some of the most revolting people and conversations ever. Decide quickly which side you join because a neutral person lasts a long as a snow flake in the desert, as it were.
And by no means do I intent to frighten you, only give you a taste of things to come. This is a Tavern of No Names but a Tavern of Many Stories. Enjoy your stay. Or don't.
Ozimander gives off a smile before stepping back towards the shadows, slowly growing taller and slimmer, his clothing changing and a staff appearing in his hand, and by the time the change is complete, he has stepped entirly into the shadows, hidden
Ozius
*As the odd little fellow departs, Ezra watches in awe. At the end, she turns to Didanya again.* Odd little fellow, but friendly. I still haven't a clue what that backwards and forwards business is about. My shadow led me here, and I don't yet know why. It's okay though, this sort of thing happens a lot.
quote:*shudder*
Check out the big brain on Daemon_Reaper!
this is all i see now when ithink of peter pan, shakes his head, whyyy oh whyyyy did i click on that link
*Didanya looks around for Ozimander...*
Shame he had to leave so soon. A round of drinks is needed. What's your poison m'lady?
[ 02-17-2002: Message edited by: Lady Ezra Thalbor ]
Jes a moment.. Think I've heard o' that bef're.. Hrmm..
Ocy mutters something again, and walks to the barrel, tossing a few things in, and mixing them. She looks at it curiously, and shakes her head, and then dumps the contents of a small vile into it. She grins proudly, snickering sleepily, appearing to have just woken up. She pours it into two seperate mugs, and ambles back to the two gals at the table, and sets them down, hand on her pregnant belly.
There ye go.
Without another word, only a dazed chuckle, she walks back to her seat and slumps down into it, head on the table.
Full sigpic image.
Liam - "Caitlin: You terrify me, but in a good way."
[ 02-17-2002: Message edited by: Ford Prefect ]
*After a moment longer in her chair, Ezra gets up, and walks over to the bar.* This is for you, and for the young one on the way. *Opening a pouch on her belt, Ezra pulls out several polished platinum coins, and drops them on the counter, before returning to her table.*
*Settling into the chair once again, Ezra takes a second swig from the mug. Her physical reaction is the same.* I wonder... if I was a shadow, would I seek a shadow knight to wed? I'm afraid I know very little about them, but maidens in the old stories always wait for charming knights. Do you think it's like that for shadows, Didanya?
*Didanya swigs her mug of Ale and smiles*
What's it like to Not have a shadow? M'lady?
I'm sorry, don't mean to intrude or interrupt. You keep saying "your shadow." Who or what exactly do you mean by that? I'm fairly inquisitive, and have been known for my ability to pry answers from those unwilling to speak through a bit of persuasive reasoning.
But I'd certainly need to know a bit more.
Thinking about your posts
(and billing you for it) since 2001
*Taking another swig of her drink, Ezra sinks into her chair. The little wear and weariness that once showed on her face has now vanished. She sighs happily, then for no apparent reason, stands up and walks over to the wood elf.*
Good sir, I am now quite in the mood for a dance. If it pleases you, would you kindly join me?
