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Current Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing.
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Purple, because aliens wear red hats.
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10 yrs ago
Isn't it weird how you can start a private conversation with yourself?
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The fellow tilted his head forward in to a more or less polite little nod at the woman and widened his little smirk in to a nearly impolitely charming smile. He also mimed tipping his hat - after all the hat itself he had by now placed on the counter - slightly before answering. "Well, I'll have a pint of whiskey and... let's say a nice glass of water." The bard's voice was quite unassuming and silent - like he was more or less doing his best to keep it in check - though at the same time fully audible. He turned his attention momentarily to Carver and scratched the impeccably shaven chin of his with the gloved fingers of his left hand. "Maple Falls? There have been awfully many places named that over the years. What world or plane of existence are you from? That might help pinpoint the location a bit better." The thiefling paused for a moment - as if he had just noticed that some introductions had happened. "Ah, Carver, was it?" The fellow ran the fingers of his left hand through his hair and straightened his back - taking a more regal stance. "I am Ramius Kastagir, a master bard extraordinaire - in fact one of the fabled Magna Alumnae - back in good old Waterdeep." For his introductions Ramius used a far more powerful voice that seemed to more fit him.
A planar shift going awry would usually send you to the Nine Hells - or a similar equivivelant in whatever world you happened to be in at that particular moment. Finding yourself in a fine tavern - a familiar tavern at that - was a sign that the Gods were either smiling at you, or not paying any attention to your strange shenanigans.

The tall fellow adjusted his wide brimmed hat that had a large feather decorating it and congratulated himself on a damn fine planar shift - even though it had been more or less an accidental one. If someone was paying any attention to the fellow they'd immediately be able to tell that he was a bard - judging by the silver flute hanging from his dragonscale belt and the magically bristling lute slung over his shoulder he was a very rich bard as well. The way the fellow looked around and the little sway in his step while moving towards the bar gave the impression that he had already been enjoying a bottle or two of some fine alcoholic beverage. Still the fellow was far from the 'not today' condition some people unfortunately tended to reach even before reaching a proper drinking establishment.

Years had been kind to the fellow. He seemed to be somewhere between mid 20's to mid 30's and his face didn't have any scars from unlucky fights. His nose however was a bit strange sight in comparison to the rest of his face. Judging by the way the already large, very beaklike smelling aparatus was twisted it had been broken several times - most likely early on the fellow's career. His blue eyes had a very rogueish glint to them - one of those glints that made people double check their money pouches being safe, or just made some people want to punch the fellow. The little smirk the man seemed to keep as his default expression was a polite one - though it made him seem like he knew something the other people didn't.

The bard's clothes must have cost a fortune - heck, the silk fencing shirt alone was propably worth a small farm with all the animals and work implements included. The long black coat with it's silver embrodery couldn't have been cheap either. Not to mentopn the Seven League Boots the fellow was wearing - not that most people would recognize them with a glance. Judging by the faint magical bristling eminating from him the fellow eas decked to the gills with magical itema - heck, propably even his pants were enchanted in some way!.

He removed his hat to fuĺly reveal his black, shoulder lenght hair and the nearly comically small horns of his that were barely visible from the midsts of his hair - marking him a thiefling. Afer a while of examining his surroundings he leant his elbow against the bar and politely waited for someone - hopefully the bartender - to notice his presence.
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Loki's coy little smile became a pout for a brief while as she listened to the rather scathing rant from the doctor. The Goddess of Stories and Mischief sighed and with a little 'pop' was again the God of the same things. He gave Hanz a quick glance and an apologetic smirk, as if saying 'yeah, totes my bad'. "Not even a scratch." Then the green clad fellow turned his attention properly back to Vesmir. "Very well then, good doctor. If thou wish to assign blame then I doth assume thou are as well willing to shoulder the same." He didn't even notice slipping in to All-Speak while straightening his back and adjusting his crown. "Mine plan may have been foolish and dangerous, but it was also ingenious. That thou cannot deny. Thine lecture tastes of ash, for thou have not given us an explanation, just listed our perceived faults and flaws." Loki paused for a brief while, now catching himself and changing back to - thankfully - normal English. "In other words how about you give us a fair answer about what all those 'many little mistakes' we made were? Also I don't very much like being a bait for anything - let alone something we don't know what that anything actually is." He looked at the other members of the team, turning towards each one in turn and flashed a little smile. "We may have gotten through that badly botched test with our shoddy teamwork - you guys did all the heavy liftin' after all - but I think Herr Doktor here is asking us to risk our very lives for something really dangerous." Loki turned hastily to again face Vesmir. "I don't like it one bit. I don't like your attitude one bit. Still, if the others choose to go then they can count on me to go with them. Heck, I'm not leaving back to Asgard without a proper tale of heroics to share with my brother. So, guys. It's really up to you. If you wanna do as doc Secretkeeper here wants and listen to his barked, haughty orders then you can count me in as well."
Loki had followed the rest of the team to the infarmary and was now leaning her back against the wall while smiling at her team - not as in the team she was the leadet of, but the team she was a part of. By her estimate they had pulled off a very goid trial, even if the doc with the suspicous glasses was telling the thing had gone wrong. She turned her attention to dr. Vesmir and lifted her left hand a bit "I got a question. Actually few questions. If this is a school for heroes why didn't you have some kind of proper psychological analysis done on students? Or maybe a full background checks and all that? Heck... Anyways, I ain't worried about some imbeciles that might be foolish enough to attack us. My main question is... uh, even though the trial got overtaken by someone... Well... Did we still pass, doc?" She leaned forwards a bit while moving her hands behind her back and did her best to hide her slight nervousness behind a coy little smile.
Loki picked up the sausage luggage - or 'loot box' as she had just christened it, gave the others a quick little smile and made her way out of the pocket dimension - just barely avoiding running in to the teacher fellow by taking a sidestep. "Well, doc, how did we do? I bet it ain't everyday you see someone busting through a wall between dimensions, right? Now personally I'm not taking any credit. I just came up with a plan." She smiled innocently and clutched Hanz's 'loot box' under ger left arm. "I even found some tasty, tasty loot. Now, if yiu don't mind I have some spoils to share." She just sort of glided past the doctor and made her way to Hanz. " The Herr seemed to missplace his sausages." Loki did her best little giggle and leaned against the wall while still keeping a tight hold of the 'loot box' "So, how do you think our trial went?"
We'll do our best. ^^
Loki smiled a bit mischievously as she approached the portal. "I think we should get out now. My little story should give us enough time to get out just as it seems the portal has closed." She glanced at Sybil and Iona. "We'd best go through at the same time, so just tell me when you are ready."
Loki took a deep breath as she got on her feet and gave Iona a warm smile. "Look, we kinda need your magic. I ain't gonna be able to hold up the lie for much longer so things are about to get a bit more difficult if I break my concentration." She lifted her hands slightly in a calming manner. "You don't have to hurt anyone. The two of you just have to combine your flows of magic to open a hole to this pocket dimension so we can get out, ok?" She glanced at Sybil as if asking for confirmation for her explanation.
There was a very little 'pop' sound when Loki heard the creature properly. The noticeably longer hair was swept away from the eyes by a slender hand. This was not perhaps the best time to be startled and start using fancy shape shifting, but what had happened had happened. She still kept her eyes closed and did her best to concentrate on the whole 'operation lying to a dimension' "Odin's Beard... that thing sounds ugly..." She muttered and shook her head slightly.
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