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Post by Allen Gorobel on Sept 21, 2008 8:59:21 GMT -5
Allen sighed a bit while picking up his things and putting them back in his bag. Also throwing some water on the remains of the fire. "It is not about fame... I like doing it. I come and go. Stay a day somewhere and then move." Once everything was back in the bag, Allen stood up and started to walk, leading. "Well... I don't consider myself one. Real ones think quick and can make up a story while telling it. Unfortunately, I don't have that skill, and have to make up stories out of things that really happened." Allen looked back as Corqian played his flue "And what do you do exactly with your life? if you don't mind telling, of course"
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Post by Corqian Solavel on Sept 24, 2008 14:47:42 GMT -5
Corqian contemplated Allen’s last statement; he wondered what he would consider himself as an occupation. In truth he was a skilled swordsman, but would never hire himself out to a lowly band of thieves or mercenaries. He looked down at Allen as they walked along the windy paths of Narnia.
“Well, I truly don’t know, I’m a ranger. I live and survive in the wild, while keeping all those around it and in it safe.”
Corqian scratched his head, hoping Allen understood. Corqian reached into his bag and pulled out his flute, playing it as the two walked the dirt pathway back to Cair Paravel.
“Well as a hobby I play, for my own enjoyment.”
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Post by Allen Gorobel on Sept 24, 2008 18:41:16 GMT -5
"uh huh... stranger than me, sounds fine!" Allen kept walking and looked around for any signs of civilization, seeing only a village. He thought for a moment and sighed. "we are not getting to Cair Paravel... not today... it is getting dark quickly... if you don't mind..." he looked at the village and waited for an answer.
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Post by Corqian Solavel on Oct 8, 2008 2:10:27 GMT -5
“Not at all, I figured we wouldn’t get to Cair Paravel before the night began. In fact it was almost night before we left the river bed.”
Corqian followed Allen down the dirt path and into the village, it was a small town only a few houses made up the collection of homes. A few shops spread out in the middle of town engulfed what small amount of the night life their were.
“Let us find an inn or a place to stay for the night.” Corqian said to Allen as the two made their way into the center of town, songs and sounds filled the air. Their seemed to be a tavern coming into view as the two came from the darkness of the night.
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Post by Allen Gorobel on Oct 8, 2008 11:35:09 GMT -5
Allen looked around the village as they walked until he noticed the tavern and smiled slightly "That is what I am talking about!" He walked quickly towards it, glad there were others already there, they could help a lot with the story, he had in mind some sort of small act on a table with one or more bards, he just hoped they were not big guys... it would not look so well. Small and tough enough to wield the axe was the best.
Allen looked back at Corqian and smiled "You know, most of these people know me from the couple of times I have been here, It was a great success, I just hope Lucemina and Barlen are there... "The Three Red Tails" would act once more if so!" he said excitedly.
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Post by Corqian Solavel on Oct 8, 2008 12:17:50 GMT -5
Corqian nodded and listened carefully to Allen as he told him he was a regular around these parts, Corqian understood. He knew that a bard had to know a few bars in the region.
“Well forth both are sakes I hope your friends are here; I would like to hear the other great tails of Allen Gorobel “Fox Master.” Come on I’ll by you a drink complements of the orcs back down at the river bed.” Corqian said with a smile as he and Allen walked into the old Tavern.
Their was a crowd about as Allen and Corqian walked through the old wooden hinged doors. Corqian quickly went to the bartender and asked. “You have rooms available?” the bartender gave a nod and pointed upstairs to the stairs. “Ok I want a room and a ale for me and my friend.”
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Post by Allen Gorobel on Oct 8, 2008 15:44:12 GMT -5
Allen shook his head quickly "no fox master, I am not that great" Allen walked straight to the bartender and stood on a chair near the bar, then quickly took the bartender's hat, similar to Robin's hood, green, with a feather. "I need this one for inspiration, Gustav. Thank you for keeping it warm!" Allen, looked around, trying to find either Lucemina or Barlen. "Have you seen the red tails here, lately? Got an interesting story today, will need them both." He then looked at Corqian and shook his head again "No ale before or while working, number one rule of the Red Tails" he then turned his head back to Gustav and smiled "He is a friend, Gus." he then moved his head closer to Gustav's and whispered "how about giving him a bit of the special reserve?" Allen then retreated and searched in his bag, taking the Orc Dagger he picked, putting in on the bar and pushing it towards Gustav. "Here you go, for your collection, my friend."
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Post by Corqian Solavel on Oct 8, 2008 21:54:50 GMT -5
Corqian took his drink, enjoying it slowly, while keeping Allen’s to the side, waiting for him to finish and enjoy the spoils of a good day.
“Here you go, don’t want to tell this tale without the greatest treasure of them all.”
Corqian turned his intentions from the bartender and Allen, to his pack he went to. Undoing the straps and snaps he pulled out the large double sided axe. “A gift from the leader.” Corqian went back to his drink and finished it.
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Post by Allen Gorobel on Oct 9, 2008 11:51:20 GMT -5
Allen turned his head to Corqian. "That means you are willing to join us. Barlen, Lucemina and Me?" He thought for a moment. "We'll need the hero here. If you want to show these people what you are made of, you could do those moves you know. orrr... if you don't want to do that, you could play your flute."
Gustav was a bit surprised and tried to pick up the axe to look at it closer, Allen looked at him and moved his face close to his ear without him noticing "No touching the merchandising!" Gustav jumped and dropped the axe on the bar. "It will be yours after we are done" Allen said a bit quieter, retreating slowly. "Fine!" Gustav said "Oh and now I remember those two were supposed to be here today. You could wait... those too always arrive late" Gustav was distracted by someone else and went to serve some ale.
Allen smiled and looked at Corqian again. "So what do you say?"
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Post by Corqian Solavel on Oct 9, 2008 23:13:19 GMT -5
“Allow me to strike up a tune for your magnificent tale.” Corqian said as his hands went to his belt and produced a small flute. He positioned it into his hand and whistled a small tune, flowing from the pipe came a beautiful melody.
“I’ll keep your tale in toon, and set the mood for the days encounter.” Corqian went back to finishing his drink and waited patiently for the tale to begin.
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Post by Allen Gorobel on Oct 10, 2008 12:39:41 GMT -5
"Ah, stop calling my tales magnificent, they are not." Allen sighed a bit "And we'll have to wait for..." As he was saying that, a couple of red foxes arrived, one was wearing a hat with a really big feather and the other had a gold coin hanging from a chain on it's neck, the one with the big feather hat was carrying a sabre on his back and the other a dagger on it's waist. As Allen saw that, he spoke louder "Those two that are coming right now!" The two looked at Allen quickly and the one with the gold coin smiled "So there is the honey addict, good for nothing Allen!" it had a female voice. Both approached Allen. He just sighed "I have never been so little offended by that. I Am glad to see you two again". Lucemina giggled a bit. Barlen pushed his hat up a bit with a paw so his eyes could be seen "Allen Gorobel, where have you been all this time?" he smiled. Allen Smiled back "I don't remember exactly. But that is not a problem. I am here and you are here, so why to care?"
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