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Post by Gunnar Voldemon on Jun 17, 2016 13:56:38 GMT
Gunnar will return after quite some time to the Tap Room. Having finished some business he now searches for others to assist him.
Moving into the tap room, he glances around before heading to the bar. He places a few coins on the counter and asks for the private stocks. Seemingly impatient as he awaits the arrival of other kindred he needs to speak with. |
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Post by Rule Hound on Jun 17, 2016 14:14:21 GMT
The old Pirate wanders out of a side door, his right pegged leg seems a little stiff. He is carrying a very large and dusty old earthenware bottle.
Pushing the coins back to Gunner he says
"Mate, your service to us all alone deserves the best."
He blows off the dust, coughs a little.
"When I was but a wee one I was on a great canoe, left just before winter we did, we traveled and traveled. We came to a land with great trees like the lands south of the Crusade only tis wasn't there that we were. See we chased where the sun slept for many month. Not many made it but we found a great jungle with pyramids reaching to the sky only they was different then those in the country of Rha. We found an island. The people there did amazing things. This was a gift from them...."
The pirate slaps Gunnar on the back and says
"Had ya going didn't eye. You thought I was going to say Neptune himself took our canoe to 'Lantis. HA!"
"But, all the same no need for your money this time"
He puts the bottle down it is sealed with cork and wax. Then heads back towards the door he came through.
Mumbling under his breath
"Ha, 'lantis indeed.... twasn't..... was when... now there was a woman... Hidden now"
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Post by Gunnar Voldemon on Jun 17, 2016 14:56:37 GMT
"It would have made for a more interesting story." He says, reminiscing upon times when his tribes longboats would set out upon the waters and pillage lands everywhere. "Though I am interested in the tales of these pyramids hidden deep within the jungles." Opening the bottle and pouring himself a glass of the drink inside. He takes a quick wiff and then tastes it.
"Come sit and speak a while, host." He says motioning to a nearby stool.
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Post by Rule Hound on Jun 20, 2016 15:55:00 GMT
The Pirate looks back.
Ay not say Ay was daq host, nor did Ay say I wasn't. Chronicler steers the ship here 'bouts.
Mate, I'd love ta sit but to much to do. Service to perform and all dat.
Maybe another time.
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