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Post by oldfog on Jan 29, 2023 8:44:03 GMT -5
 A smile, a touch, a laugh. A pair of dark brown eyes sparkled in the dim light at the Cloven Shield.
She was surrounded by both men and women, drinking wine, eating grapes, dates and cherries.
The air was thick with smoke and there was a sweet smell of perfume, sweat and desire.
The sorceress was there many days in the week. She arrived late in the evenings and stayed until the first light appeared.
Ahma Chadi never followed anyone home, she never let anyone kiss her or touch her.
Always unapproachable but subtle and vague, she flirted and courosed with the upper class, the rich and the influential people of Marsember.
She might have mentioned a show for a few selected
She might have mentioned a lavish feast with more of the exotic
Maybe you'll be invited?
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Post by DM Grizwald on Jan 29, 2023 12:54:30 GMT -5
*A large man looms nearby, keeping a close eye on guests and socializing with a few others. He does not stay for long, only appearing for a short time as if to make an appearance. After a bit of social chatter, he returns to some private chambers and hosts individual guests for the remainder of the evenings at the Cloven Shield. Those familiar with the man would know him as Lazarus Dundragon.* |
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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Jan 29, 2023 14:10:08 GMT -5
Occasionally, individuals who do not look like they fit the clientelle of the cloven shield appear. They usually order a none alcoholic drink and take a seat at a table in full view of Lazarus Dundragon. They make no attempt at hiding the fact they are watching Lazarus Dundragon and those close to him. They do not speak to anyone, they just sit quietly and observe.
Occasionally, the one they call Twiggy, can be seen. He is usually sat on his own. He is sometimes knitting while watching over the proceedings. When one gets up to leave, another wearing similar clothing replaces them.
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Post by oldfog on Feb 26, 2023 7:56:22 GMT -5
The show?
It will be extraordinary. There will be dancers, beautiful men and woman.
There will be food! Feast on exotic dishes, glut as much as you want.
There will be beverage of all kinds, some you've never heard of.
It will be spectacular and it will challenge all of your desires.
Of course you are invited if you want to donate! We want noble souls who cares about the well being of this city!
This is a fundraiser for the poor and the homeless in Marsember organised by the Mercy™ foundation.
Certainly, your name will be engraved upon a metal plate, and for generations, everyone will know how much of a generous soul you are.
The hour was late
Ahmanet was sitting alone with a drink in her hand, looking out over the late night dwellers of the Cloven Shield.
There was a man in a fancy robe asleep in a chair.
A pair was kissing while a third glared at them jealosly.
Her attention shifts to a large man - Dundragon - who comes out from a room and leaves the establishment.
Ahma puts away her drink and stands up, following the obese man out...
...the morning air was cold but fresh...
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