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Current We will be serving guests this Thanksgiving. So if you wish to attend be prepared to be roasted and carved...
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Actually Wicked isn't "very good", rather quite the opposite really if you think about it.
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Protip. Next time when some young punk challenges you to a boxing match, tell them you first have to beat Mike Bison/Balrog from street fighters.
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If you're happy and you know it clap your hands!.... Seize them and cut off their hands!
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A true Caesar salad is eaten piece by leafy piece by stabbing each lettuce leaf with a knife.
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@Lady Amalthea

My apologies. My attempt at humor :C
Given that everything was going on, I'd imagine Thomas had thought he heard the name being slung X3
And it's a reverse Starbucks.
Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Room inside The Crossed Swords Tavern.
Interacting with: No one in particular


Everyone seemed to be on a mad rush out. Kyra, Keystone, and Satilla had their reasons. Cyneburg to follow Keystone perhaps as a druid. Ntaj went after the self-introduced Magnus who went after Kyra. And that was pretty much their entire party. While part of Thomas said it was probably better to stick with the party, another part of him suggested he's done enough and probably wouldn't be of any help at all. So deciding it was for the best that they either went on without him, or he should await their return, Thomas turned to Phlegmenol (Femnal), as named by Kyra and Keystone or at least Thomas thought that was he had heard, rather curious name actually, to settle his tab feeling the burden of guilt.

"How much is it for room and board? I met your associates on the way, and I... I made some mistakes, that costed them a bit, and I'd rather not be on their tab. I hope my coin is good here?" Thomas inquired of the strangely named innkeeper.

A good rest would ease his trepidations hopefully. If it was the will of the powers that be that Thomas should move on, or perhaps the group would move on without him... Regardless Keystone did mention their location and this innkeeper seemed to know the group well enough to probably tell Thomas which way to go in case they don't return in a timely manner. Or if undead randomly start appearing, although he would not have his escape spell ready yet. Another three days were needed to pass before the Stars could be tapped once more.
I'll get a post up tomorrow. Maybe tonight if I'm particularly inspired.
I may be starting to handle too many trials.
Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: The Crossed Swords Tavern.
Interacting with: No one in particular


A ghost town wasn't quite the word to describe the quaint and quiet place they've found themselves in. Bar the dwarf making his pitch and having a natter with Ntaj (who had kept Thomas out of trouble thus far), and the pipe-smoking swordsman (or at least to the best of Thomas' knowledge given the garb). There was hardly anyone to greet them. Not that Thomas had been expecting a warm and friendly greeting, but a party this size with a wagon usually meant one of three things: Merchants from afar with goods to trade, adventurers looking for room and board, or raiders here to steal and plunder. If the town was poor, perhaps no one would bother with merchants, and they would just carry on down the road, but adventurers and raiders usually meant trouble. In truth they were often one in the same really, it depends on which end of the adventurer your town was on. That being said perhaps the population size made it more of a hamlet than a town or village. But to the dwarf's question, of what exactly happened already answered by quite a few people, Thomas held his tongue. He had no information that could contribute to their knowledge, alas if they had interrogated that crimson death proper perhaps they'd know more. Some might call it insanity to keep a violent bloody murderous beast captive, but someone had to study nasty killers of the world. As the saying amongst darker wizards went: Only a true monster knows what it means to be human, because they are the only ones who have taken one apart to see how they work.

Kyra and Keystone once again took charge, barking orders and commands to the barkeep/tavern proprietor they seemed to know. Sana was off to a temple with Satilla, and as much as Thomas wanted to come along, they probably wouldn't want him anywhere near the ailing bard. And a slight kerfuffle with some old codger (they seemed to have plenty of those in this setting, weirdly enough) seemed to have set the swordsman ablaze against Kyra. To which Thomas tutted to himself, and knew better. Introducing himself with his drawl after telling her off? Either he'd earn her respect or her ire. Let alone Keystone's or Sana's, once she gets better. Yet Thomas would just keep his mouth, surprisingly shut, and stick with Ntaj. Maybe there was more information to process, more minds to throw into this mystery.

Well, it was almost time for meditations. More spells for today, although they had a pretty quiet three days of travel given all the hubhub about the dangers of traveling. How did the elf and other ranger fare? Maybe they'll have some excitement tonight, and Thomas had to be ready.
Will get one in later this afternoon/evening.
Hopefully I'll make it.
Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: On the merry path to Mordor?
Interacting with: Cyneburg, & the Boys (Ntaj & Keystone).


From the Primal tongue,
Language of the ancient ones,
Supernal the voice of the gods,
Mother of all that is spoken,
common, elvish, dwarven, dragon,
goblin, ork, giant, and gnome,
There the tower lies sundered,
and so the word is broken.

Ntaj's use of elvish was... Surprising. And surprisingly well spoken compared to his common. Although the bar wasn't set too high on that, then again, Thomas' use of Dwarven was akin to Ntaj's common. The dwarven tongue was not quite the most pleasant of languages to the untrained ear. Compared to elven which flowed a bit better than the guttural runes of the bearded folk.

{"You surprise me Ntaj, Then there is not much I can offer as your elven may surpass mine!"} A joyous exclamation, as a joke shared between two companions may in their secret tongue. Not barring that the others did not know elven, but if such was the case, perhaps they could all speak elven through the entirety of their three days. Turning to Cyneburg who had chimed in "I would also be grateful for it, two teachers are better than one, who knows, maybe I'll be able to hold a conversation between the three of us yet." A smiling hopeful Thomas beamed like the radiant sun, his cosmic self projecting outwards to illuminate the warmth he felt compared to the coldness earlier. And yet the comeuppance of a scholar in a lot of pragmatics came.

In the form of something uncouth.
So very uncouth.

In drunken stupor, that just happened. So immaculately portrayed that nothing more could be said. For what more could be spoken of an inebriated belch that made Altas himself shrug? Or at the very least Thomas nearly fall back down in the glorious minutes of Keystone's symphony. Although had Thomas known of Keystone's musicality, he should be more than pleased to experience the burp from the man's mouth, than to appreciate what could come out from the other end of his rather boisterous trumpet. Better to take 1d8 Sonic damage than to take a critical. Or something like that in the roleplaying games Thomas used to play with his friends back home, until he found out he was an actually wizard, or rather a sorcerer.

"Yes, but I didn't quite catch that." A good sport about it and fixing his hair. The sorcerer was obviously dancing on the ice of not being murdered by one of three people left in this six persons party. It was going to be some pretty tense travelling. It was best to just keep in the company of Cyneburg and Ntaj for as much as possible. Maybe Thomas should leave the group at their destination.

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Well, here they were. A tavern, the start and end of any classical adventure. And sometimes the continuation of them, as the tenders were a awfully good source of information. They seemed to have an excessive memory, often remembering every last person that went in and out of their place and town. Offering such details as if in some guard's fantasy. Else they would be completely and utterly useless in the means of information. But since Kyra and Keystone seem to be leading this thing, for now it was just best to shuffle along and head on in.

@Lucius Cypher

That's fine. I think I'll be good on the counter to wait a bit.
Welcome back, glad you're okay :)
I'll get a post tomorrow late afternoon perhaps?
A bit to Keystone, an Cyne.
Question is do we want to play out the full travel-walk or?
Thomas Richard Harrison

Location: Yellow brick road
Interacting with: Kyra, Ntaj


The crossroads weave,
Two enter, two leave,
Off on their own run,
Into the rising sun.

It was time to go, the question was with who? Thomas could try it alone, but given the nature of the path, although others had left as well, slipping away in the early hours to who knows where. Frankly there were only a few of them left now. The Elf had gone, the other archer disappeared too. So from their original party, only the leader trio, Satilla, Ntaj, Cyneburg and Thomas remained. And if Thomas left, then it would just be the six of them, well more if you count their animals. Kyra made it a point to take charge, given Sana's listlessness and Keystone seemed to be asking about the merchant or something their party had earlier, some engagement Thomas was not aware of nor privy to. Either way, if the Orcs wanted them all gone, it was probably best to comply, albeit sticking around to charge himself for a few more spells might do well if they encountered any more undead on the road ahead given that they were already one fighter down. Sort of, Sana really shouldn't be fighting in her state, but with three brawlers, it would be on Thomas and Kyra to take care of any threats from a long range. And despite all he's done they've manage to not kill him yet so, he did owe it to them to stay.

"Okay then, if she's completely tuckered out magically speaking, I've got a little something that might help. Although it might not work on the something else. I didn't have much of a lesson on bardic magic. In theory it works in similar ways to wizard magic, like how wizards will have some evocations to some spells and movements, bards often have some movement too with their instruments but this is more of an analogy really I mean not all wizards wave wands or shoot fireballs from their staves... -" Once on the topic of spellcraft and theory, Thomas was unable to keep his mouth shut from Kyra, who had answered his question rather than Ntaj... " -... but such a simplistic view of magic and the dissection of the art into three components is often frowned upon, I mean for example a spell that takes an hour to cast produces a shallow hole in soft earth and involves a material of a spade, movements of digging motions with the spade into the earth, and some vocal noises of exertion."

Thomas beamed a playful smile trying to tell an intellectual magic joke to Kyra, before realizing he probably just annoyed her and excusing himself back to the relative comfort of Ntaj's side.

"Hey Ntaj, mind if I walk with you? Could you teach me some orcish too? I could teach you some elven if you want. My dwarven's rather basic so I can't teach you that."
@Lady Amalthea

Ah Okay, missed it between the paragraphs lol.
Been reading too many protocol presentations.
My Apologies, I'll try and get a post tomorrow morning.
Too drained right now to even being using my last neurons XD
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