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Quinlan63

Quinlan63

The Overlord
Huntic, world and home of the four great races; humans, elves, dwarves, and orcs. It is a place filled with magic everywhere, just how you would not normally expect. For 500 years these races had fought each other for the greatest treasure that it had to offer, magic items. Each item comes in the form of treasure like gem stones, jewelry, and sometimes weapons. These items could grant the holder some type of magical ability from shooting fire from ones mouth to summoning a creature/hero to your aid. Each side fought battle after bloody battle gaining little ground against the others. The fighting seemed to be without end and with no clear victor in sight. This all changed when a dark lord seeking to take all the magic for himself and his followers and rule all of Huntic went across the lands leaving nothing but death in their paths.In an attempt to stave off the dark lord and his forces the four races came together to put an end to him. Even with all they had together they were no match for his might. There had been only one clear solution to stop the dark lord from finishing them off. They search the lands looking for a legendary item that had the power to banish him to another dimension where he should no longer plague them any longer. Sending the mightiest warriors of each race it was assured that they would be victorious. After mouths of small battles towards the lair of the dark lord finally the warriors stood toe to toe facing the dark lord. After what is known as history’s greatest battle the warriors returned home with word of the end of the dark lord.Shortly after a peace agreement was made to make sure that no on race, that no one person could take over the whole world. Unknown to most of the world a secret cult that worship the dark lord search for a way to bring him back. It has been 100 years since then and came a new profession has been established, item hunting. These hunters seek for magic items with the intent of selling them to the highest bidder. Because of this crime is still a problem with thieves stealing items from the wealthy and from anyone with something that they think could make them some money. In all those years those with crime and arguments between the races nothing seemed to be as bad as the dark lord. Until now.......
 

It has been a hundred years sense Dark Lord Thanatos was banished from the world of Huntic. The world an its inhabitants have been enjoying a peaceful existence free from the DarK Lord and his followers. Hunters were out looking for magic items to sell, merchants were trading with each other, and many were trying to find what they wanted in life. It truly seemed that nothing could ruin anything, not even the raiders that run threw some unsuspecting village every day.
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Because of these attacks the rulers of the races send the strongest and bravest they have to keep the villagers safe.
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chandler waliyah viiperi
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In the eastern fields of Huntic, two miles from the town square, is a barn, painted in a rustic brown colour. The trimming of the shutters and the doorway were coated a shade of ivory. The barn was surrounded by overgrown moss and shrubs. Inside, stood Chandler Waliyah Viiperi. She was busying herself, peeling several potatoes to be used for breakfast. Her father had thrown a fit the morning before because he wasn't given fresh potatoes for breakfast. Because of that, Chandler added a new shiner to her collection. A fist to the face left a dark circle around her left eye. Her eyes was slightly puffy, but it didn't affect her vision.


A loud banging noise outside made Chandler falter. She held to the peeler and the potatoe tightly, anticipating what could happen next. Her father sauntered in, a scowl settled on his hardened face. "Are the potatoes ready?" His raspy voice boomed. His eyes narrowed into a glare, as Chandler looked at the few potatoes she'd peeled already. Five, to be exact. Chandler nodded, averting her eyes upward to meet his.


"Good. Take the other batch to the market. You better make a good amount today. I will not be satisfied with a few coins."


Chandler nodded again, watching as he turned away, and stormed out the barn. She released a sigh, turning back to the potatoes. A crate rested on the ground. She picked it up, placing the potatoes in, gently. Nobody would buy crushed or bruised pieces. Once she had enough, Chandler made her way out the barn. A walk to the town would take almost three hours. When it came to this, she wished her father would care enough to purchase a carriage. Well, she shouldn't worry too much. At least she had a home.


It took an hour for Chandler to finally reach the town square. The commotion was the same as it always was. Merchants and artisans called out to people, begging them to purchase items from their stock. Item Hunters wandered the area, looking for merchants interested in their items. In the middle of it all, was Chandler's post. It was simply a small, wooden table. A piece of cloth hung over the booth, offering the littlest of shade from the scorching sun. Chandler set the crate atop the table with a heave and a huff. She dusted her hands off with her skirt, then began to wait for potential customers. 
 
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Sir Ambrose Magus
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Ambrose like many that day had arrived from returning from a journey of danger and adventure to sell the thing they found for the best price they could get. Just like normal he wasn't really having any problems selling his items to anyone. That could also be due to the fact that sense he has so much he normally sells all of them for almost nothing. Really he only keeps doing this out of habit and boredom. He didn't the money for anything, between hunting and sometimes going to save villages from raiders he just couldn't find that one thing that would make his life worth living. 
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The market place was full of lively traders, merchants, and hunters shouting out to each other trying to see who could make a sale. It made Ambrose think that maybe at some point if nothing change in his life that he might open his own stall and become a merchant just like a normal person. Instead of going into battle every month he could think of settling down, that way he might actually meet the women of his dreams. It was really more of a thought truthfully, he was actually enjoying his life of adventure too much to ever give it up.
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Well regardless to any of that sense he was out already he decided he might as well check out some of the other stalls to see if he can finds some nice produce. There was a whole section of them each with there own assortment of fruits and vegetables. Looking over most them a lot  of them seemed to have grown very well. He had decided to have some of the merchants sends some of there goods to his home for a good price. The last couple stalls had the same things so he didn't want anything from them for now. Finally he could see the last stall and realized for some reason he hand never seen it before. It was even more odd because the person standing behind it was a stunning beauty of a women. He couldn't help himself from not trying to at least talk to her. He sent a silent prayer up to the goddess Helena that she was not married like the last one was. 
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@Elizabeth Duchamps 
 

Alex "X" Vann 
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            All in all, the skirt was probably too short. Not only did it show the ankles of the person weaving through the crowd with an ease that spoke of being used to the crowd, it showed off the knees. Not that anyone was really complaining about being able to see the thighs of the tavern wench. Finely shaped, the fit of the neat white stockings was tight enough to show the muscle under. The skirt itself was close to forest green, the apron as clean as the stockings. The shirt was somewhat more modest, depending on opinion. The flow overall was loose, only hinting at the curve of breasts above the laced corset. The shirt came up into a high collar that to every appearance was held shut with a collar of finely tooled leather. The sleeves billowed out, narrowing until they ended in tight cuffs at the wrist. Brilliant red hair flowed loose and rather messy, cut short to display that the wispy hairs at the back of the neck were the same stunning maroon. Okay, maybe the skirt was most definitely too short. Still it was modest enough…for a prostitute.
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                A few hoots and whistles went up as Alex passed through the crowd. Expected reactions that only encouraged the slight sway of the slim hips. Each grin was met with a slight smile, maybe a flutter of eyelashes. If they were overly close, or perhaps if there was a moment to pause, Alex would invite them back to the tavern later. Good marketing and all that.
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                Really, it was short work to weave through the market and buy the things that were on the list Alex had been given. Mostly the readily perishable items that were going into the food being prepared for later in the afternoon and the evening. The adventure also gave Alex the opportunity to take a good look at the crowd, seeing who had come in with what, and who decided to buy what.
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                Like the knight who came in, who Alex was informed came in fairly regularly with various magical items. A man who had good deals, Alex was informed. Letting something of a smirk pass over the features that were lightly dusted with makeup to make them more appealing, Alex let his eyes trail up and down the man. Then the tavern wench turned away, starting back towards the tavern.
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Chandler had been waiting for what felt like an hour for a possible customer. She held her head in her hand, eyes trained on the sky. The sun was out, illuminating the kingdom with a golden glow. There wasn't a breeze to be felt, which left everybody hot and sweaty. Including Chandler. The kingdom was in the middle of summer. The perfect time for growing crops, then returning to the market to sell. She sighed, wiping away the sweat from her forehead. Her eyes averted from the sky, training on the few booths near her. Almost everyone's was brightly decorated with cloth, and was far more stable than the piece of wood Chandler was using. The bright colors welcomed customers, which made for easy business. Chandler looked away, eyes settling on a man walking towards her booth.


He was clothed in complete armor. He was rather attractive, from what Chandler can conclude with his features. He was tall, towering over anybody that walked past him, which made her feel smaller than she already was. Chandler shakes her head, ridding her mind of her thoughts, and stood up straight. A potential customer.


"Good morning, sir. Might I interest you in fresh potatoes? I grew them myself, and I must say, they are quite delicious," Chandler says softly. The corner of her lips turn up, into a soft smile.


@Quinlan63
 
Ava sits at the bar in the tavern and faces out into the crowd of people, both elbows rested on the wooden surface behind her. She plays with her amulet as she examines everyone in the room and then turns back to the bar when her drink arrives, she takes a huge mouthful of ale and smiles to herself. She had arrived in town a few months ago and had since made a name for herself as a mercenary fighting for justice. She spent most of her time in the tavern as that's where most of her clients felt comfortable enough to approach her. She wasn't an intimidating person, well she didn't think so anyway, how could someone with hair that touched their butt be intimidating? It was probably her sword that people found intimidating.


Ava feels someone trip over her stool and thinks nothing of it until she feels a fist slam into her side, she spits out her drink and swings around with amazing speed and grabs her assailant, slamming his head into the bar. She grabs a knife from another man's plate and puts it to his throat "I've had a long day. If you want to continue down this path of violence I'll cut your throat here and now" She presses the tip of the knife to his throat and he immediately admits defeat. Ava lets the man up and watches him scurry away before laughing and turning back to her drink which was now pouring down onto the floor. She growls and asks for another, the barman instantly scrambling to make her a new one
 

Sir Ambrose Magus
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Ambrose took his time looking at the potatoes that she had to sell. They didn't really that special , but he didn't have it in him to say anything that might upset her. She had this innocent look in her eyes that seemed show a level of purity in her. Reaching into his waste pouch he felt around to see how much gold he had one him. Really the potatoes were worth a couple copper pieces, but he wanted to give her the amount he believed she was worth. 
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 "Hmm... yes I think I would like to by as many as you have. And before you give me a price I would like to offer what I believe what your hard work of growing them should be." He thought about it real quickly and decided that sense he was going to be done shopping after this that any gold he had left he would give to her. He placed 25 gold pieces on to the counter and counted it to make sure that was the amount.
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"There you go 25 gold pieces for all the potatoes that you have," he said with a friendly smile.
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Ava finishes her drink and stands up, although drinking was fun she had work to do. She leaves the tavern and walks down a cobbled street. She turns onto the market and smiles to herself, it was always busy this time of day. Crowds of people gathered around merchants with cash in hand and shouting to he heard over the others. Ava notices a girl holding some potatoes and a man giving her money. She looks the girl up and down and shakes her head when she sees her black eye either her father isn't a very nice man or this girl is very accident prone. She has a slightly fearful look about her, someone definitely doesn't like her. Ava walks over to the girl and drops a small bag containing 100 on her small stall "consider this a donation from a friendly stranger. Maybe use it to buy yourself a dagger so you can kill whoever gave you that black eye." Ava smiles, her blonde hair caught the sunlight and reflected it in a way that made her look like she had a halo. She nods and smiles once more before turning around and weaving her way back through the crowds of people


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Chandler's eyes widened with his words. He wanted to buy all of them? With gold. Chandler could've almost fainted. If she were to bring this to her father, they could finally pay for a carriage, or for better farming tools. The possibilities with this amount brought a grin to Chandler's face. She looked up at the man, ready to respond, when a woman clothed in similar armor to the man dropped a bag onto the booth. Chandler's grin faltered, as she looked between the girl and the bag. For a dagger? She'd never use a dagger on her father. The girl walked away before Chandler could protest. She stared at the bag, wondering what to do with it.


"Well, um... We have twelve potatoes, sir. Would you like to take them in the crate, or by hand?" She sputters out, averting her eyes to meet his again.


@Quinlan63 @Katie Jensen
 

Sir Ambrose Magus
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Ambrose was a little shocked by what he saw in front of him with a random elf girl coming up up and leaving a sack of gold and suggesting that the kind looking girl should by a dagger. Looking back he realized that he was stupid to not notice her black eye. After seeing that he could understand why the elf came up by and told her to get her some kind of protection. A power urge to protect rose up inside Ambrose tell him that he needed to do something about this. On the other hand he was going to have to know more before doing anything that might displease the girl.
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"I'll just take the whole crate if that is not a problem." He turned around and held his hand out where a portal opened up. From the portal appeared his wolf knight reay and willing to obey his every command. "Take this crate back to the house and make sure to have it emptied so we can return it to this fair maiden." The wolf knight strapped his shield and spear to his back then picked up the crate of potatoes and started off back to his masters home. With that done he got an idea for what he should do next.
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"Well now that you have finished selling your potatoes for today I would ike to humbly ask if I may escort you home young miss."
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Chandler stood, shocked. A portal appeared beside her booth, and a creature came through, abiding by the man's commands. Her mouth was parted, eyes wide. "How on... what?" She whispered, amazed. First, the gold pieces. Then, the elf came and dropped a bag of coins onto her booth. Now, a portal.


With the man's question, Chandler clenches her eyes closed, opening them again. "Yes, that'll be alright. One moment, please."


Chandler takes off the piece of cloth that covered her booth, folding it. She held it in her hand, and placed the gold pieces inside the bag of coins. What would her father say? Chandler inhaled deeply, a small smile forming on her face. She looked back up at the man, and added, "It's a long walk. Takes me an hour."


@Quinlan63
 
Ava smiles to herself as she watches the two from a distance. The girl seemed happy enough to have been given 100 gold pieces which was good. Ava watches a man pickpocket a woman and walk away, as he walks past her she pickpockets him and hands the women her money back. She turns back to Chandler and Ambrose and decides to follow them, she wanted to see if her assumption of the girl's father was right or not.


@Quinlan63 @Elizabeth Duchamps
 

Sir Ambrose Magus
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Ambrose couldn't help but chcle a little ot himself from her reaction of the portal opening out of nowhere. It wasn't the first time that someone was awestruck in sight of him summoning his wolf knight. He was one of Ambroses favorite items that he found on his adventures that it was only natural he would call upon him whenever he wanted. The first time he saw that portal open up he almost thought he was going to get sucked inside, so it was a nice suprise to have a wolf knight to give orders.
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He waited patiently for her to close down her stall and collect her earnings of the day. Upon finishing she mentions how long it takes for her to get home and he is almost stunned into shock. How could he allow her to walk for that long having to carry all that gold. Well he already sent his wolf knight away so he was going to have  to use hi second option.
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"Walk? With  all that gold, no I cannot allow you to have to strain yourself." Once again holding his hand out a circle appeared on the ground that hand some form of ancient text written all over. Rising up out of the circle came his horse Catastros in all his glory. He was already fitted with a saddle and saddle bags for convinience.
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"Your ride awaits you for you convinience," he says as he stands next to his horse. "Oh and I almost fort my manors, my name is Sir Ambrose Magus."
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This was just a dream. Chandler wanted to protest. She wanted to give Ambrose his gold back, or give the elf her pieces back. She'd rather lie to her father, saying she only sold one potatoe, then accept all this. After all, this was most likely just a dream. Chandler will wake up n her pile of hay, in the corner of the barn. Her father would be towering over her, carrying a bucket of water, which he used to wake her up. He'd be complaining about how she overslept, and that she should be working on breakfast. Chandler should be at home, working. Not holding a bag of gold, about to ride on a horse that appeared out of thin air.


But, when she looks up at Ambrose, she knows it's not a dream. "This is wonderful," she whispers, tears brimming her eyes. She could just imagine showing her father the gold. He'd be so happy. Maybe, for the first time in her life, he'd hug her. Maybe, he'd kiss her temple. Chandler looks at Ambrose, and responds, "A pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm Chandler Viiperi." Chandler looks at the horse, darting a hand out to feel it's coat of fur. "What might his name be?"


@Quinlan63
 
Though it was midday, the tavern was lively.  There weren't as many patrons during the day, but the humble crowd proved just enough to hide an elf in plain sight.  Laying his head on one of the tables while fiddling with a silver ring on his finger, the elf stared, his ice blue eyes absentmindedly following the light glinting off of the metal.  His waist-length platinum hair spilled over the table and hung off the edges like a shower of sunlight.  He wore a long black coat over tan breeches, tucked into thick leather boots and a white shirt that appeared impossibly bright in his spot near the corner window.


.Most would assume that the half-dead lump in the corner was drunk from a morning of day-drinking, however Callum hadn't had a sip of alcohol.  He watched hungrily as other patrons received a cold glass and pouted.  If not for his inability to control himself while drunk, he may have helped himself, but a mixture of pride and his sense of responsibility prevented him from doing so.  


A disturbance at the bar lifted his chilling blue eyes up to witness an intense, but brief scuffle between two of the other patrons.  Disappointed to find the victor was not a tall dark and handsome man, he diverted his eyes back down to his ring as it continued to reflect light around the room.
 
Ava kicks the door open to the tavern and takes her seat back at the bar, she asks for a drink and throws some coins on the table, the girl from the stall would be safe with the tall man and she decided it was time for another drink. She makes sure her sword is secure on her hip and then turns to lool over everyone, although the crowd wasn't too big it was lively inside. Ava couldn't help but notice the elf in the corner, he was here from time to time but he never had a drop of alcohol. She shrugs her shoulders and turns back around and takes a sip from her drink
 

Alex "X" Vann 
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                Alex’s return was met with only minor notice, mostly due to slipping in through the side door rather than any actual intention. Although the thought of ghosting through the front door to appear elsewhere unseen was appealing. Later perhaps, when it would be more of a challenge. For now, the various parcels were placed in roughly the right places, and Alex was given the lovely job of checking on the drunk in the corner. The occasional turn that seemed meant to make the skirt flare out just the slightest bit also emphasized the new adornment Alex had acquired. A crown of deep red flowers that sat nicely against the hair. The crown met at the back of the skull, and trailed down the back to nearly the waist, moving with an ease that spoke of Alex being more used to long hair than short.
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                The tavern wench was just inclining both head and shoulders slightly in acknowledgement of the request, when the door kicked open. For a moment, the sulry flirty look of the tavern wench dissipated, replaced by a cool consideration that looked completely out of place with the dress. Then it was gone in a brilliant smile at the demand for a drink. Passing it over, Alex gave something resembling a curtsy, and then swished through the tables with smiles and light reprimands for anyone who got a little too close for touching. That would cost gold pieces. Which a few of them did actually give up, although perhaps not willingly…or knowingly as Alex settled for just a moment at their table before passing on. The wench never took the full purse. Or rather, only took one full purse from someone who decided to actually be grabby. He wouldn’t notice, or would assume someone else had taken it in the brief moment he was left stunned by the slap to the face. No, it was far less noticeable to lift just a few coins as Alex passed, leaving the original owners slightly confused as to where they went, but not pointing fingers for thieves. Plus, it gave enough challenge to entertain the wench.
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                Eventually, Alex did reach the elf, the green eyes trailing over the lovely strands of silver hair for a moment. Something that might have been envy passed through the wench’s features, or maybe longing. Then Alex set a hand neatly on the table, leaned forward in an apparent display despite the fact that the style of shirt kept any of the cleavage from showing. “I would hope you aren’t lounging around the tavern, drinking someone else’s ale.” The voice was perhaps a bit low for a female, although by the same token it was far from the gruff sound one expected to come from a male, instead falling somewhere in the middle.
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Ava watches as the tavern wench walks around, she always had an air of confidence about her, the way she wore such short clothing and let her curves show. Ava bites her lip and then shakes her head, it wasn't good to stare for too long it'd be embarrassing if she got caught. As Ava turns around to drink three men surround her, one laughs and she almost gags, his breath smelled like alcohol and rotten meat "look here boys, got us an elf bitch to play with. Maybe if she's good we'll let 'er live afterwards" Ava laughs out loud "I suggest you three turn around and walk the other way before I end your miserable lives." all three men laugh at her threat and go to grab her. Ava responds by drawing her sword and slicing one of their arms off, he falls to the ground and screams in agony "looks like I get to have some fun today after all" as she speaks the hilt of her sword sprouts metal thorns that wrap around her hand, the silver edges on her ebony blade turn red. Ava takes a deep breath as the sword's length doubles, and then smirks at the men "you see, Sanguine here is a magical sword. He drains some of my blood and in return I can extend the length of his blade as well as do some other sweet tricks" 


Ava slashes Sanguine in a diagonal movement and watches as small line of blood flies towards one of the two left standing, it hits the man and slices right through, he falls in half. The only man left standing freezes in fear, Ava walks over to him and puts her hand on his face. Her ring begins to glow a bright blue and instantly ice begins to form and within seconds he has become an ice statue, she kicks him over and watches as he shatters into a million pieces. The third man gets up, the stump where his arm used to be is bleeding heavily, he goes to hit Ava but she simply drives her sword through him and kicks him off the blade, his limp body lands on a table with such force that it breaks under his weight. Ava simply sheathes Sanguine, the red edges going silver again and the metallic thorns disappearing. She sits down again and leaves the patrons of the tavern staring in disbelief


@AceofRoses @akinaxr
 
The scent of flowers reached him before the even keyed voice.  Callum had watched the girl who had gotten in a fight earlier disappear and return for another glass of ale, but the figure that now loomed over him took him by surprise.  Gorgeous red hair adorned with delicate red flowers shifted gracefully as the tavern wench addressed him.  Eyeing the conservative collar of her dress, Callum looked up at the wench's face, eyes narrowing as he lifted his head up his earrings swinging against his waterfall of silver hair.  "I don't have a cup near me." he replied innocently trying to discern whether he'd finally found an attractive man or if he was dealing with a masculine woman.  He'd spent plenty of time in this tavern allowing his eyes to roam over the swarms of men that had filtered in and none had looked nearly as appealing as the wench with the risque skirt.


@AceofRoses @Katie Jensen
 

Alex "X" Vann 
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                Alex leaned forward just a touch farther, allowing the wreath of flowers that the elf appeared to be following fall over the shoulder to trail across the table. Lips that curved in a slight smirk were just opening when noise caught the human’s attention. Straightening, the tavern wench cocked a head to the side, staring at the carnage with a less than impressed look. Then, voice pitched to carry spoke up through the silence. “You’re paying for the table.” Honestly, no doubt the girl would leave the mess up to Alex to clean up. With a shake of the head, Alex tsked and turned back to elf. “Now, what were we…ah right.”
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                The light of having rediscovered the train of thought faded back into the smirk. “You may not have anything visible, but I promise, I know more than anyone in this room, that looks are deceiving.” And that a slight of hand was simply a matter of natural talent and practice, or perhaps years of practice but Alex didn’t quite know or believe that
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Ava throws a large back of gold pieces over to Alex and yells "I'll clean it up don't worry...You might need to get someone to move these guys though!" she begins picking up pieces of the table. 


@AceofRoses
 
Callum leaned to look around the wench and eyed the mess.  The ice shards and the other elf were unexpected.  Ice, he groaned internally.  Rubbing a hand over his eyes he focused back on the much more appealing visage of the tavern wench.  "True appearances can be deceiving, but how exactly do you plan to confirm whether I'm drunk or sober?"  He allowed his eyes to trail the flower crown down the fiery red hair and started examining the build of the wench determined to know if it was possible for there to be such a handsome creature.  "You're not exactly a friend of mine, and you've never seen me drunk before." he pointed this out and settled his attention back on the wench's eyes.


@AceofRoses
 

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                Alex flashed a grin that spelled entertainment and mischief. A recipe that Alex quite enjoyed, although vary rarely did anyone else. “I don’t care if you’re drunk, Love. I care what you have on you that made you drunk.” With a surprisingly delicate turn of the heel and waist, Alex drew up to perch ever so lightly on the side of the table, one long lean leg folded over the other. “And there are quite a few ways to find that out.” After all, Alex could find a single bell or gold coin among folds and folds of clothes without the owner noticing. How exactly would one be able to hide something larger like a flask, in the clothing the elf wore?​




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                Alex’s eyes trailed over the outfit, assessing the various pieces and debating on where would be possible, or likely for something to be hidden. Not necessarily just a flask either. A few other pieces wouldn’t be amiss among his collection. That got him thinking. The other girl had magic items on her didn’t she? The sword for one although Alex felt no need to even touch the thing. The Dao swords upstairs were more to preference. The other item she had shown off wasn’t that appealing either…ice. Dismissing the thoughts with a slight shake of the head, Alex turned back to the elf. “So?”​




 
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@akinaxr
 
At this point, Callum no longer cared about what sex the wench was.  He was perfectly happy for the distraction of their legs, crossed teasingly in front of him.  He shifted a bit in his seat, his staff strapped to his back seeming to way him down.  Callum gulped and looked up at the wench's face, their eyes seemed to be searching him for something as they talked.  A grin escaped, unplanned as he responded to the human, "I can assure you that the only thing I'm drunk on at the moment is you."  Callum could feel his right eyebrow lift with the statement, his flirtatious tendencies taking full control.  He scooted to the edge of his seat and placed his elbow on the edge of the table, leaning closer to the intriguing human.  "What do you think?  Am I telling the truth?"


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