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Post by Finola the Bard on Jul 4, 2015 18:19:56 GMT
"Well butter me arse an' call me a biscuit," Finola sizes up the man before her, and pulls out the chair beside her, gesturing for him to sit. "Another lost soul, bound to the mysterious common cause by some enigmatic tattooist! The plot thickens."
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 4, 2015 18:24:32 GMT
As you raise your arm you all feel a slight tingle and the star tattoos seem to brighten a little and even... twinkle.
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Post by braden89 on Jul 4, 2015 18:32:51 GMT
Demetyr pauses in the act of sitting, staring at the star on his arm.
"It seems I am indeed closer to working out this mystery by your side."
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Post by Sheyna Moonwolf on Jul 4, 2015 18:35:02 GMT
Sheyna smiles at the woman, "Fi, it's a great pleasure to meet you. I look forward to hearing your tales and tunes." She looks up at the man approaching, "What in the world could have happened to us?" And she looks at his star as well. "This glow ... some magic is involved, though I've not seen the like." She gestures to the seat next to her, "will you join us, then? We might as well get to know each other."
She glances back at the wolf behind her, and turns back to her new companions. "My name is Sheyna Moonwolf, and I am a druid in training. My friend I simply call Wolfe. He is my friend and mentor." She glances back at him, seemingly confused about something, and then she shrugs her shoulders. Apparently he prefers to remain in beast form, and she chooses to maintain his secret. "This seems a comfortable and friendly place, so let us hope that all will be well."
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Post by Sheyna Moonwolf on Jul 4, 2015 18:36:27 GMT
Sheyna's eyes widen as her star reacts to the proximity of the others. "Well I'll be a mangy wolf, that's a new one on me." She smiles ruefully and shakes her head, "I see that our fates are entwined."
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Post by braden89 on Jul 4, 2015 18:36:38 GMT
"I am simply known as Demetyr," he says as he takes the seat.
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Post by Sheyna Moonwolf on Jul 4, 2015 18:46:39 GMT
"Welcome, Demetyr." She smiles at you, "where were you two on Beltaine night? Were you also on Druid's Isle? Or is someone drugging people all over the land?"
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Post by braden89 on Jul 4, 2015 18:50:29 GMT
"I was... home... or all that I have to call home. I was entertaining some travellers when one of them handed me a drink."
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Post by rioghan on Jul 4, 2015 18:57:09 GMT
Rioghán sees the group in the room and notices the sparkling the closer he gets to them. He sets his pack down on the table near them, sets out his arm, which everyone seems to be looking at, and has a seat (after grabbing a few things for breakfast).
"Mum, what do I owe for the bed & breakfast? It would seem I've been here a while. "
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Post by Sheyna Moonwolf on Jul 4, 2015 19:00:25 GMT
"Another Star Marked. Welcome." She gestures to a seat. "It seems we are destined to be together."
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 4, 2015 19:01:51 GMT
The little Gnoma, for a female gnome she surely is, looks at you with a slight frown but responds " Nae a bent copper sir, nae for all. Your bill has been set right long afore you been showed at our door step, but this is not my tale to be telling"
she pauses... then says "Where be that damned painted DWARF"!
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Post by Finola the Bard on Jul 4, 2015 19:07:48 GMT
With a grin, Finola spreads her arms and gives a laugh. "Well, well! Aren't we all a merry band o' strangers! A pleasure to meet ye all, as it is! Now 'ow about gettin' some o' this grub," She doesn't wait for a response, and starts dishing a heavy helping of breakfast onto her plate.
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Post by braden89 on Jul 4, 2015 19:12:46 GMT
Demetyr fetches the remnants of his abandoned meal from his former table and rejoins the group forming at the table.
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Post by Sheyna Moonwolf on Jul 4, 2015 19:17:01 GMT
Rheyna smiles at the gnoma, "Thank you, then, and I shall try to quell my curiosity for the moment. In the meantime, it smells like you are wonderful cook, and I'll very much enjoy tasting something other than whatever it is that happened to me." Her brow furrows a bit in concern, but then her face clears and she raises her glass of juice to her new friends. "However we got here, I sense a good tale to come. Let us meet it with courage, with strength, and with beauty!" She gestures with her glass to each of you, and then drinks a bit of it before setting it down and beginning to eat with gusto.
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Post by Finola the Bard on Jul 4, 2015 19:23:11 GMT
"'ear, 'ear!" the bard drains her own glass with gusto. "An' maybe a few choice words, should the chance arise!"
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