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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jun 23, 2006 13:46:42 GMT -5
*obviously after tipping back a few shotglasses, Mynian wobbly gets up on a chair and shouts out with a raised glass*
There once were a wizard named Zong 'oo's tower were quite tall 'n long ever lonely at night with a bell fer 'is plight when 'e casted too much it would dong!
*hiccups, drinks more from her glass*
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Post by vercingettorix on Jun 23, 2006 13:53:58 GMT -5
Haylin watches with a slightly raised brow, smiling thinly. "Let us hope he did not disturb the neighbors with the noise."
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jun 23, 2006 14:16:39 GMT -5
*blurry blink*
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*hiccups*
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*raises the glass with a stupid smile*
A neighbor ta a pretty young lass 'oo thought 'er a woman o' class but 'er spells were so loud tha' 'e moved 'n 'e vowed sleepless nights jus' ain't worth tha' arse
*gigglesnorts*
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Post by vercingettorix on Jun 23, 2006 14:21:09 GMT -5
Haylin takes one of the glasses and sniffs its contents. "What exactly have you been drinking, Miss Copperhand?"
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jun 23, 2006 14:29:01 GMT -5
*looks into the glass*
I dunno, but it's green.
*stairs into the glass for a horridly long moment*
*perks*
A lad whot 'ad too much ta drink 'ad a moment ta ponder 'n think, "If I touched me toes put me finger up me nose which end o' me would start ta stink?"
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Post by vercingettorix on Jun 23, 2006 14:38:50 GMT -5
Haylin looks again at the green fluid. "Apparently they are manufacturing potions of poetry now."
He listens to her last verse and appraises the green fluid. "I think it still needs quite a bit of work."
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jun 23, 2006 14:53:48 GMT -5
*gets a strange little look in her eye*
Mehheh.
*hops down off the chair without falling flat on her face*
A man wif a lass ta impress A love potion 'e tried ta possess 'e got it fer cheap tried it out on a sheep Now 'e won't settle fer anythin' less!
Ha! *drinks*
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Post by vercingettorix on Jun 23, 2006 15:13:31 GMT -5
"I hope the farmer managed to secure a fair price for the sheep, at least." Haylin says smiling thinly. "Very well, if you have the capability to leap off bars, let us see if your wit is just as agile. How about something involving an Umber Hulk?"
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jun 23, 2006 15:32:59 GMT -5
*wrinkles her nose in order to think*
*drinks, asks the bartender for another, takes it up to drink more*
*motions at Haylin with the glass, one eye slightly bigger then the other*
A wizard wif a fetish fer creatures Found a Umber 'ulk with odd features Wif a pretty face 'n wearin' red lace 'e were sure it were a Sunite preacher!
Ahha!
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Post by vercingettorix on Jun 23, 2006 15:44:09 GMT -5
"She's the one drinking, and yet Im the one being foolish enough to provoke these poetic assaults." Haylin says smiling thinly. "I should have specified a good poem including umber hulks."
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Post by vercingettorix on Jun 23, 2006 15:54:15 GMT -5
Haylin briefly steadies her wobbling and says with a perfectly straight face: There once was a seamstress named Myn, Whose poetry was truly a sin, Shed had too much to drink, To rationally think, And so now we must all suffer this din.
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jun 23, 2006 15:55:08 GMT -5
*swaying*
A bard wif a need ta rhyme thought 'isself quite sublime 'e insulted a King gave 'is daughter a fling 'n ended up dead fer tha crime
*hiccups*
*tilts the glass back to take one long goodly drink and keeps tipping back till she falls back on the floor unconscious*
((That's all I got time for today! ;D See you guys Sunday!))
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jun 28, 2006 15:02:56 GMT -5
*days later and quite sober looks around the common room dressed in her business fineries*
*gives a wicked wide grin*
There once were a randy king 'oo loved ta go fer a fling 'e'd go down ta tha docks then get up on a box shout, "Me kingdom fer a pretty young thing!"
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Post by vercingettorix on Jun 28, 2006 15:23:32 GMT -5
Haylin starts to say something to Mynian and then pauses. He goes upstairs to his room, returning a moment later and sits at a table next to her. He carefully places a neatly written sign on the table which reads: "Silence scrolls-300 gold each" Smiling thinly he sits back and waits.
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jun 28, 2006 16:27:25 GMT -5
*wrinkles her nose a bit reading the sign, looks at Haylin twisting her lip*
Always with tha business angle, eh? Foin then. Let's see ifn we c'n fish some customers for yeh.
*clears her throat*
A noble wif a very large nose 'oo flirted wif 'ooever 'e chose 'e'd go up ta each lass 'n say with great sass "C'n yeh tell which part o' me grows?"
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Post by vercingettorix on Jun 28, 2006 16:33:31 GMT -5
Arching a brow Haylin listens. After a moment he carefully corrects the sign to read "Silence scrolls-400 gold" " I do believe I was undercharging." He says smiling thinly.
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jun 28, 2006 16:37:53 GMT -5
*eyes the sign, eyes him*
A merchant wif a scroll ta sell Which when read cast a very odd spell it would take off yer pants cause tha lasses ta dance 'n tha room would begin ta smell
*smiles triumphantly*
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regar
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Post by regar on Jan 10, 2007 15:18:42 GMT -5
*Regar walks into the room, smiling pleasantly at the racket, and clears his throat*
A dwarf with a talent for verse whose drunk words sounded more like a curse said an awful one-liner that angered a fighter who sent her away in a hearse
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jan 11, 2007 12:00:31 GMT -5
*eyebrows perk at the newcomer piping up, then taps her chin to think*
Ah!
Tha undertaker took great care Wit bodies tha' looked quite fair In tha coffin 'e'd creep Where no one could peep Necromancy never 'ad such flair
*sports an impish grin*
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regar
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An entertaining defeat is better than a boring victory- Rich Burlew
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Post by regar on Jan 12, 2007 1:47:50 GMT -5
*grimaces, then grins hugely*
i'm really confused i'm afraid both your beard and your hair in a braid your voice is quite gruff you're short and you're tough so are you dwarf man, or dwarf maid?
*looks inquisitively at the dwarf, eyes twinkling merrily*
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Jan 17, 2007 13:57:42 GMT -5
*looks at the same dwarf he does, then back at him*
Lookin' fer 'n early grave, me sees.
Aright, try this one then.
*clears her throat*
A wizard with very long ears Were famous around 'is girl peers Tha lasses would fight Just to spend the night And see if 'is staff matched 'is years
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