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"Well, I usually don't, but for you, I could make an exception, my Lady."

Bumble knew exactly what was going on. Usually she'd have to wait till the evening for such a thinly diguised chat up lines. The wine, the smooth voice, the classy but rugged look. She knew exactly how this one ended too, he'd be a noble man joining the war of his own sense duty to his beloved country. He'll miss the warmth of his cosy bed sat in the heart of his huge estate and hoped his new dearest "Lady" would come make his city bed more comfortable. And they could share his fortune together, desert the war effort and live snuggled together in the lap of luxuary, with horses and butlers and whatever that ball and mallet game is and everything a girl could dream of! It doesn't take a genius to work out what happens next. Bumble evaluated the situation. She was perfectly content to shoot him down but he did have one thing going for him. One thing that was making it ever so hard to decide. Wrapped up in his opening move was the possiblity of a free breakfast. At the end of the day, money saved was money that could be spent on getting books shipped to her from Muuraan Og'Og rhoch rhec, the northern Hobgoblin super-fortress, for work and working capital for adventures, nights out and trinkets should one take her eye.

Bumble was momentarily distracted by the arrival of another tall, elegant and unfortunately sentient creature. A sense of impending "paying for her own breakfast" washed over Bumble which was slightly upsetting after having spent several moments enjoying the thought of not purchasing food. The Sickly Blonde sighed, oh how tragic her life must be with her and soft features and magical glimmer a cruel fate has certainly befallen her. A distraction for the horny half-elf would mean she could continue reading "Aguukerthaan", a tale abouth the emotional journey of a Ironhide Monk as he progresses through the ranks in the Monestary, a long with historically accurate recordings of Ironhide Monk traditions, values and teachings. It was a good read but only if you were a Hobgoblin. Bumble felt less and less upset about having to pay for breakfast the moe she thought about continuing reading the book, but it was definitely still worth getting the breakfast, there was still more to loose by being impolite.

"Oh! Well, if that glass of wine isn't enough company for you, there is plenty of room over here, why don't you sit with your Lady and tell me how my prince came to be in a place like this? Bumble's soft but common as muck voice drifted on the warm draft that squeezed through the crack in the ajar window. Thinking about what she'd just said she thought she might have over done it a bit, enough that it was pretty clear Bumble saw through his facade atleast, but still consealing the fact she definitely wasn't going to be his midday fuck.

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@Yog, I hope you don't expect Bumble to sing :P

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The sun blazed through the stained glass windows, engulfing the Great library in kaleidoscopic light which danced around the writing desks and splashed beautiful, burning images of Klavos in all her glory on to the backs of the towering mahogany bookcases. As the sun rose and the shadowy refuge of the circular book cases shrank, it began to expose a little caped hobgoblin, asleep at a writing desk.

"Henk..." Bumble muttered, frustrated at the forecast but still half asleep. She clumsily rummaged through her bag for her Rockafink and Brothers' Ear Mounted, Deep Ocean, Light Absorbing Ocular Enhancements and swiftly mounted them to relieve the Sun related blindness. Hood up and she was as best protected from the morning incineration as she could be in this "wonderfully" well lit room. It was annoying the scholars wouldn't let he move a desk to the basement but they were right, there was nowhere to put it. Getting any one of the seemingly endless numbers of bookcases out would be next to impossible, Bumble wondered how they got down there in the first place. She yawned and stretched now it was safe to do so without burning her eyes out of their sockets and sleepily gathered up her writing equipment, dropping it lasily into her open satchel. Bag straps tightened to her waist and she was off, the long black cloak billowing behind her. It was to bright too be outside so She'd have to find somewhere else that was dingy and quiet to work till she could keep up the training she usually did before the sun rose. The Gilded Pilgrim, was one such place. A small bar that attracted some unfavourable, if wealthy, patrons who know only to give a piece of their mind with their fists, no less. Luckily such a place would be empty during the day especially at 4 am.

Bumble's mind wandered from Breakfast to Dinner, from "Dear Og'Og its bright out here" to "I must really vist the alchemist so I can follow up on that lead I got about treasure under the docks" and from translation to "my arse hurts a bit still from that poorly cushioned seat".

Pretty soon she was outside he favourite scruffy place in the outer circle, the softly swinging fools gold monk dangling by his chain noose. It was quiet inside so she popped in, closing the door gently behind her. The small windows at the front meant it was dim inside and it not being night time mean the oil lamps weren't lit either. Bumble lifted the hood off her head so it didn't snag on her horns and removed the glasses. Eyesight no long deliberately impared, it was easy to see the barkeep and the sole tall patron. He was much to well dressed for a place like this, he'd have still stuck out like a sore thumb had their been others. Considering their wasn't others he didn't stick out so much, but thats besides the point. It barely mattered, he was being quiet and as long as Bumble gave him no reason to be otherwise she imagined he'd stay that way.

Bumble smiled to the barkeep and enquired, "Do you do breakfast?"

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Ollumhammersong said
He's...promiscuous to be sure. I forsee awkward mornings and conversations in the party.

Yeah and it sounds like Bumble's his type :P

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Everythings said
thanks for catching that. Because he considers the lack of magical affinity as a chasm between Bumble and what he considers holy and the only reason for existing. Sorry. :)It's not me it's Kalidyn :P

Thats fair enough then, I was just curious. Magic puts a massive rift between our characters, this will be interesting.

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@Everythings, In your dislikes

Everythings said
Those who cannot use magic. The last one, he feels, is a product of one’s connection to the

WHY? WHY DO YOU HATE BUMBLE SO?

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@Andion, you're not on the roster, think it might be best to draw up a character using Sister's Skeleton if you're interested

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here

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robomonk said
Has anyone considered languages? I'd presume for convenience if nothing else that most people speak a similar language for some reason, but would it be possible to include certain kind of creole for the different races? Maybe some remnants of their old languages that would still be used by a moderate portion of the race, or something to that extent.

You couldn't have a massive city without a common tongue amongst its people so I presume the race that originally built Earroldir will be the one that we all speak in addition to any languages that we would speak to our own kind with.

Also I did a preliminary sketch, having no rubber makes it a bit difficult.

sketch

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Found some extra detail on another similar character I never got to use on my work laptop, going to add it to flesh Bumble out a bit,