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Which are you? |
Barbarian |
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9% |
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Bard |
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4% |
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Cleric/Paladin |
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9% |
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Druid |
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9% |
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Fighter |
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Monk |
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Wizard |
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Ranger |
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27% |
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Rogue |
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4% |
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Sorcerer |
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18% |
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 4:14 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 4:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 4:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 4:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 5:22 pm
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A lone cloaked and heavily armoured figure rode into Marmes on a stout bloodbay with white socks and chain barding. Violet eyes scanned the outskits of the northern port city. Despite being well after dusk, Agrias could see clearly thanks to her drow heritage.
She had been on the road several hours, having stopped a small band of bandits that morning. The paladin wanted to find shelter. Her eyes spied a large tavern called 'The Dragon and the Devil'.
Half snickering to herself, "Well, this should be interesting."
The lady drow brought her steed close to the stables and dismounted, "Here we go, George. What a trooper," Agrias patted her red maned house affectionately. She gave George a couple of carrots, then handed him over to the stablehand with three silver. From under her hood, Agrias instructed with her Cormyrian accent [like Arthur's England], "Take good care of him, and I'll give you another three silver when I leave."
After a smile and a nod from the stableboy, Agrias proceeded into the tavern. Thick smoke assaulted her nose as she entered. Definately a rough crowd, Agrias nevertheless made her way to an open table. Still keeping her hood drawn, Agrias ordered a drink from a passing tavern wench, "I would like a honey mead, please."
The paladin sat down keeping a sharp eye around. Those in the tavern could see that the heavily armed woman was wearing well-oiled plate armor under her thick blue cloak.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 5:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 7:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 7:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 7:43 pm
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Agrias yanks her own coin purse out of the thief's hand. The thief, in turn, lands on his back and then scoots away pointing at Agrias, "DROW! DROW!!!"
The paladin was in no mood for this, "Yes, Oh Master of the Obvious, I am a drow. However, I'm also Cormyrian knight of the Order of the Golden Lion. And you are not going to...."
"It's a stinkin spider-kissin drow!" one of the other patrons shouts.
Agrias sensed the crowd near her, and her hand was now resting on the pommel of one of her swords. Violet eyes narrowed as she scanned the crowd, "I serve Torm, not the Spider Queen. I am not your enemy."
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