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Post by HorizonsDream on Feb 18, 2019 15:08:39 GMT -8
Ravarie purses her lips together into a thin line. Clearly she is less than pleased with the slight towards elves considering that she is one. Not that she likes what she calls house elves, but she gets the feeling that this group just lumps together all elves into one group. "Civilized elves," she says, even using finger quotes. "Silvanesti or Qualinesti elves. I know the Silvanesti elves keep slaves, but I have only seen my people as their slaves," she explains. "I don't know about the Qualinesti, but either way it is kind of a big deal for them to be here because all elves hate ogres. Not only that, but ogres have no love for elves, but these elves weren't captured on sight. They are free to roam around," she explains before she finally realizes she has a bowl of soup in front of her. "And I'm not sweet," she adds with a small huff. "I would be too tough like the jerky for the likes of Runt. Maybe try the Silvanesti instead." Clearly, the implication that Dorias was flirting went way over her head.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Feb 19, 2019 8:13:06 GMT -8
As Grognak eats, he looks at Dorias in confusion. "Dwarves?" he asks inquisitively. "Never met Dwarve. Like Elf or Human?"
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Post by HorizonsDream on Feb 19, 2019 15:03:30 GMT -8
"You've seen a dwarf before. We have fought a couple before," Ravarie points out. "Short, stocky, beards." That is about as much as Ravarie actually knows about a dwarf though.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Feb 19, 2019 15:40:45 GMT -8
"You've seen a dwarf before. We have fought a couple before," Ravarie points out. "Short, stocky, beards." That is about as much as Ravarie actually knows about a dwarf though. “Ah, yes,” Grognak says as he remembers. “Thought were short Humans or tough smallfolk.” |
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Post by Rax on Feb 20, 2019 10:51:45 GMT -8
"It was more like a dozen of them, but yes, I've met gully dwarves," Dorias laughs in response to Teakettle's question. "We were wintering in Palanthas during the war and I was, um, 'serenading' a most delightful young redhead. Unfortunately, she had neglected to mention that she was engaged and her fiancé chanced to return home at an, um, 'inopportune' moment. Of course I had to preserve the lady's honour, so I ended up heroically leaping into a refuse heap as she cried out that she was being burgled. I almost landed on poor Lupu, a gully dwarf who was scavenging in that particular pile."
"Alas, the lady's fiancé wasn't content with having chased off the 'burglar' and set his dogs and servants on me. Well, they were quick enough to find me and of course the dogs didn't differentiate between myself and Lupu, so we became fellow travellers of a sort, racing through the back alleys. Unfortunately, one of the dogs must have slipped its leash, because we were suddenly attacked and I was forced to kill the poor animal to prevent it from making a meal of little Lupu."
"After that, she took quite a shine to me and insisted that she would guide me to safety. I protested that she would be safer if we went our separate ways, but she would have none of it and I could hear our pursuers closing in - which is how I ended up meeting her family. But that's a tale for another time," he finishes with a wink.
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Post by Ezeze on Feb 20, 2019 12:01:57 GMT -8
Teakettle completely discards the discussion of the slave master meeting and Ravarie's description of a 'house elf' (which is much less interesting than she thought it would be, anyway), to listen to Dorias's story with undivided attention. She makes the appropriate, appreciative noises - including a sad "awww" when he mentions that he had to kill the dog.
"Gosh, that reminds me of my cousin Greenherb. He always was getting into trouble in odd places. Uncle Brightbuckle fished him right out of the lake one morning in the middle of Bleakcold! Greenherb wouldn't say what he'd been doing, only he had a long hollow reed he'd been using to breathe through."
She held out her hands at better than shoulder width apart, then spread them a little further for good measure, to show how long the reed was.
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Post by Rax on Feb 21, 2019 3:22:44 GMT -8
"Perhaps he was practising being a fish?" Dorias suggests with a straight face.
"Now about those house elves... It's interesting that they haven't ended up in some ogre's stew, but I don't see what having this knowledge avails us. We're in here, they're out there and unless they come to see this afternoon's fight, we shall never meet them in the flesh. The same goes for whatever the slave masters are up to - until we are free, we will just have to endure whatever it is."
"Now, anyone want some wine?" he asks. "My lady caller has been most generous of late."
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Post by Snacs on Feb 21, 2019 6:33:51 GMT -8
"Now, anyone want some wine?" he asks. "My lady caller has been most generous of late."
Runt had mostly been letting Dorias's story roll around the cell without comment. Not because he disliked it-the bard was interesting to listen to when there was little else to do. But today was a day of combat, not leisure. Hence his slow, measured pacing in slow circles around the edges of the cell. "Mm. Yes, want wine." The Draconian's eyes lit up, and his head snaps to sudden attention at the mention of drink. Bulbos was definitely not the worst master Runt had served, but the ogre did not understand his desire for alcohol. |
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Post by Ezeze on Feb 21, 2019 6:58:53 GMT -8
"Perhaps he was practising being a fish?" Dorias suggests with a straight face. "Hm" Teakettle responds. It was as sensible as any of the other explanations she had thought of. While Runt engages Rax on the last part of his statement, Teakettle seriously considers the first. She sets her empty bowl aside and wanders over to examine the bars. If she, theoretically, wanted to get out of the cell and sneak down to where the slave masters are meeting to eavesdrop - what would be the best way to do that? |
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Post by Daos on Feb 21, 2019 14:08:06 GMT -8
Thinking it over in her head, trying to visualize what she would need to do, Teakettle figures first she'll need to unlock the cell they are in, then bypass the guards pacing the hall, then make her way to the meeting room without being seen by any other guards who might be patrolling the area, including the one they have no doubt set outside the meeting room.
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Post by Ezeze on Feb 21, 2019 15:53:31 GMT -8
Teakettle swears she had some bits of wire that would work as lockpicks in her pouches. She starts to dig through them, seeing if she managed to hold on to them.
"Pouch" Roll; mDXgibUp1d20+101d20+10
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Post by Rax on Feb 21, 2019 16:26:17 GMT -8
Dorias produces a decanter from beside his couch and wiggles it in Runt's general direction. "Then be a civilized draconian and fetch a cup to drink from. Anyone else? It's quite a decent vintage, though it's probably best not to dwell overmuch on how she got hold of it."
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Post by GravityEmblem on Feb 21, 2019 16:50:14 GMT -8
Grognak growls softly at Rax. He wasn't fond of wine. The last time he had tried it, back when he lived with the poachers who became his Brotherhood, it had tasted like a rotten fruit he once ate. "Anything else to drink?" he asks.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Feb 21, 2019 22:39:25 GMT -8
"Knowing that they are roaming around out there is of no help, but I am still very curious about it," Ravarie says with a huffy sigh. "And I guess I'll take some wine, " she adds gruffly.
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Post by Snacs on Feb 22, 2019 8:17:58 GMT -8
For the first time in many days Runt's eyes practically glow with concentration and focus as he eyes that decanter. Without a word he steps towards the pantry end of their cell, head tilted as he collects one-and then a second cup after Ravarie professes an interest in the drink. Clutching the two mugs(rather poor containers for such fine wine, but survivability and cheapness were Bulbos's watchwords afterall) between long, dexterous claws, the Baaz holds his hand out mutely for the decanter, clearly intending to pour.
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