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Toreyn slowly woke up. His head throbbed and his body ached reminding him the cost of his evening with a throng of fellow Outlaws. He looked to see his bear sleeping on the floor next to him. He shook his head attempting to clear his mind.
"Lets move out Vultz, Hann will boil over if he sees you in the Raven after his last run in with you."
. The hunter crept downstairs. He paused to see if Hann was present, after a quick search it appeared the bar keep was elsewhere. He motioned for his pet to follow and the two stepped into the Darkshire courtyard. Toreyn whistled for his steed, then quickly mounted and headed west to begin his patrol of the Dusk.
((Excellent RP night in Duskwood. Even if you aren't an outlaw you should stop by on Tuesday nights and join the fray!!))
I am Norforic Silverstone of the House Blackstone Recruitment Office. I wish to extend an inventation to you and your band of "theives" are welcomed to join the Noble House Blackstone at our annual Hallow's End Costume Ball. For more information look here: http://us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/topic/6933233491
Norforic Silverstone, House Blackstone Recruitment Office
"band of thieves"?
I have been called many things.
Bonafide swindling hogwoggler.
But never a thief! Such an accusation must be met with the proper response: salubrious elbow rubbing at your assuredly charming shindig! Consider my RSVP in the affirmative.
And perhaps if the mood strikes us, we can talk a little business betwixt our illustrious organizations, yes?
As Ottavia steps up to the bulletin, she frowns. A knife's already been jabbed through the center of the flyer, presumably in the spirit of target practice. Loosing the blade from the wall, she pulls the paper into her hand to scan its message.
"For Light's sake...don' know whose bright idea it is to keep invitin' us to these things," she grouses. Over her shoulder, she yells at the barkeep. "Hann! Set a crate aside! Gonna be takin' some'a the new stock to this thing." She brandishes the flyer at the bartender. "Might turn a profit on it," she adds to herself.
The mage turns back to the common area of the Raven, holding the paper just above her head. "Alright, who wants to pin this back u--"
--a small blade sings through the air, biting the thin paper and tacking it back against the wall. Ottavia smirks. "Much obliged." She turns to the table beside the staircase, hefts a small pile of bandages, and ascends to the upper floor.
You there, yes you.
The Cake is a lie...
Madam, when we meet I shall shower you with sweet confections from lands old and new! A veritable treasure trove of gelatinous treats will be yours for consumption.
They have no connection to the large amount of spoiled dead Pandaren meat I have in my possession or its byproducts. Of that I can assure you.
Welcome to the organization!
Edited by Holladay on 10/31/2012 2:59 PM PDT
Toreyn awoke slowly,feeling every bit of the after effects of the previous nights indulgence. As he slowly gained his barring and his memories he now recalled why he choose a bed of straw over the room in the Raven.
Leaping down from the loft he strolled out into the morning mists of Duskwood. As usual a heavy fog had rolled in and shrouded the land over night. The dampness soaked into his fur as he made his way back into town.
Walking past the pumpkin patch he saw many scattered mugs and bottles with a few soiled tabbards mixed in. Toreyn shook his head and made a mental note to rouse the prospects to clean the mess.
As he enter the Raven the bar keeper Hann shot him a stern look. The hunter surveyed the room to see stacks of plates and mugs covering nearly every table.
"You don't complain Hann when we are here to escort the Horde out of town. Consider this mess an advance payment for services rendered. "
The bar keep rolled his eyes and walked away leaving the hunter alone. A grin appeared on Toreyn's face as he stood next to the fire warming his fur and slowly trying to recall the misadventures of the prior night.
((Fun times last night. Thanks to all who attended!!! Tavern night Tuesday, less brawling but just as fun!))
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