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-------------------------- Wintery Escapade - Sidgraf -------------------------- AKA The Quest for Sidgraf's Garb, and The Recount of the Circumstances That Led to this Joyous Joining. It was just another Seringale morning, Leroy was preying on careless beggar, that dumb dog was trying to bite yet another fellow in a set of full steel leggings. I was idly sitting at benches on The North square. Robes clean, hair ruffled just the right way, a lute in hand. Waiting for Vanisse, or at least a willing wench to woo. Just as a few leering women were starting to close on me, Uguchak, Taere, Veeraza and Avalaro barged in on my scene. Stryth was I pissed! It turned out that they were there with a purpose. Preparing a trip to the legendary plains of Winter they insisted on services of another adept bard to duet with Avalaro since there was no one else and time was short, I would have to do, I was kindly explained. Them being armed to their teeth and then some, combined with fact that they scared away all of my day's prospects, I agreed to accompany. Without much ceremony we plunged through the nexus only to come to blows with a beholder. Harrr, did we kick his bunch eyed arse! Braving many a beast, we carved our path through wind- and snow-swept plains, finally reaching the entrance to the foreboding Evermore, kingdom of rogues. If I thought our progress up to that point slow, soon I was made wiser. At every step bands of thieves fell on us like bees and we swatted at them with our clubs and swords. After many rests we finally approached our first target, the infamous Yorick! Yes, the king thief himself met us in battle. Breaking our initial onslaught he was quickly disposed of and his wares merrily divided. As usual the bickering over wares took almost as much time and energy as obtaining them. But did we stop there? No! Rainen, the master of assassins and grand master monk were but a short stroll away. Ripe for the picking! It was then that I saw her for the first time... All else fell away from my sight, the recent terrors forgotten. Me shiny beautiful sable garb. You see... I have an eye for that which makes one stand in a high regard of any wench or woman. This garb was screaming panache! Tears almost streamed down my eyes and my nose bled at the idea of gracing Seringale in such flashy attire. Soon after my eyes DID stream with tears and nose bled as Rainen opened a barrel of whooparse on me almost sending me to Stryth's fields up in the heavens. I hid behind Taere and was last to laugh as the assassin gurgled blood. Quickly I relieved him of the garb so he would not foul it with blood. I draped this silky glinting warm perfection around me and let out a purr of utter content. Every bloody step of the way, every single blow taken was returned with interest in that moment. I must bring this scroll to end for sweet sweet lasses wait. Now if I could only find a flashy cane... |
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