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Post by appleseedy on Jul 4, 2015 2:29:03 GMT -5
Tailor is seen in suzail negotiating with a grateful war wizard after exiting a certain tower
the wizard casts a spell and tailor shimmer and dissapears.
Appearing in waterdeep he begins asking after the location of a school he has heard about
After some time he finds what he is looking for, he enters the classroom of a red haired teacher with a huge grin on his face, he begins reading a poem to her in front of her class.
I dreamt of you a lovers dance, a wriggling hand in my *pauses* minds eye I dreamt of you bt the standing stone, i waited there to give you a...hug I dreamt of you on the moonsea slide where were you for a moonlit...kiss I dreamt of you beneath the skies a trailing touch along your...brow I dreamt of you on the dew wet grass then at first light i felt your...thoughts I dreamt of you in a stone stirred ripple an empty palm to cup your...dreams I dreamt of you in a mountain stream, shuddering awake to a passing wet...shower I dreamt of you near the forest soul just one glimpse of your crooked...smile
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Post by Munroe on Jul 4, 2015 4:08:38 GMT -5
The children in the classroom giggle. One in the back exclaims "That sounded dirty!"
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Post by maeglhachel on Jul 4, 2015 6:13:21 GMT -5
The teacher in question seems to be the only one present who for a very long time is quite lost for words. She nearly drops her pointing stick when Tailor enters the room and gapes at him wide-eyed like a cornered and terrified doe. Her eyes dart between him and the seven kids between the ages of six and fourteen, as he approaches. When he has reached the front of the class and starts to recite his poem, her expression has calmed from one of shock to mere utter and speechless surprise. She opens and closes her mouth, protestingly, several times during the recital, then blushes a deep pink at the exclamation from the back of the class. She glances over pulling another one of an apparently unlimited array of shocked expressions, as if she had never even considered her kids to even be capable of recognizing the frivolity of the poem. Then she hurriedly ushers Tailor back out of the classroom and into the hallway.
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Post by appleseedy on May 19, 2016 4:20:30 GMT -5
*A man dressed in the uniform of a Purple Dragon Squire seeks out some kind of Cormyrian embassy or representative. A little baffled and a little tireder he gives up and wanders around Waterdeep for an hour or two asking after such things*
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