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ginsing's weathered grey cloak hangs solemnly over his capacious shoulders, its tattered hood drapes carelessly over his head. He effortlessly swings open the thick, heavy oaken door to the peculiar inn, though he directs his gaze only to the floor. His tabard, to onlookers, seems to be one of noble heraldry; the tabard is too ornate to be worn by a rugged, war-torn, masculine ranger. Alas, ginsing's immaculate tabard, which flawlessly hugs his well-toned abdomen, is in perfect condition because he has never lost a battle, and thus it has never been pierced or torn. It also compliments the hue of his cloak in such a way, being a slightly darker hue of grey, that it would appear to others as though he were a man who cared very much about his attire and appearance, but he doesn't really at all, because he's a ranger. He looks up and directs his piercing gaze at the frail, elderly barkeep. "Heh..." ginsing slyly remarks, "...you got somethin' to say, old man?"
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# ¿ Feb 21, 2014 01:32 |
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# ¿ May 14, 2024 00:32 |
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Extra Koos posted:"Greetings." The old man's mind was sharper than his appearance had led ginsing to believe. "Hail, barkeep.
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# ¿ Feb 21, 2014 01:39 |
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catdynamite posted:a small white cat with a long pink scarf walks in. "greetings" *ginsing attempts to pat catdynamite with +1 strength*
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# ¿ Feb 21, 2014 01:42 |
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little munchkin posted:Suddenly a scary dragon approaches the party, breathing fire and roaring and stuff. He's really scary, he has scales and talons and the talons are scary as well. There's some blood on his talons because he just got done killing a bunch of people. You can tell it's a boy dragon because his wiener is showing. ginsing uses the dragon's fiery breath to light a well-packed Newport. ((OOC: it's a 100)) "Hail, beast." *blows smoke in the air after saying that*
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# ¿ Feb 21, 2014 01:56 |
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systran posted:i try to go on the quest, but I'm already too high level, instead I leave the inn, saying "Fare ye well" and exit dramatically. *wonders*
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# ¿ Feb 21, 2014 02:19 |