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Post by Louis Morvant on Jul 31, 2012 21:07:08 GMT -5
* Halvin's Quarry, a small mining town situated between Donvar territory and a Dragoste/Toren warzone, was mostly uninhabited scratch the miners and those passing through to the aforementioned. Those who weren't sleeping or on shift were at the single tavern located near town-center, The Dirty Rag. In the distance, you can hear the clanking of picks, even from within the tavern. The air smelled of soot and alcohol and a hint of rotting lumber. There were a few people situated at the bar, and a table of gamblers was hidden near the back of the tavern. The barkeep was bulky, and looked as if he had tasted the merchandise * |
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Post by anthonyrinken on Jul 31, 2012 21:15:56 GMT -5
**Armaedus was at the back of the tavern drinking a simple mug of ale. His hood and mask were on so he seemed like just another traveler in the town. The only difference between him and most of the other people in the tavern was that he had 2 swords on his back, a belt with pouches containing numerous objects, and he was drinking his 7th ale of the night and was still not done, nor did he look drunk at all. He sat quietly reading an ancient magics scroll, deep in the words.**
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Post by Louis Morvant on Jul 31, 2012 22:07:48 GMT -5
* The gambling table began to get rowdy, drowning out the sound of the distant clanking. Outside, snow started to fall, chilling the already cool air. * |
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Post by Louis Morvant on Jul 31, 2012 22:13:53 GMT -5
Merros Agalder scooped up his winnings. 200 pieces and a dagger. The weighted set of dice rested comfortably in his pocket. The miner he had played was dumb-struck, causing a half smile to spread across his face as he stood. This was almost too easy. He rested his hand on the butt of his left sword. "It was a pleasure, but I don't want to burn too big of a hole in your pockets"
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Post by anthonyrinken on Jul 31, 2012 23:00:22 GMT -5
Armaedus paid no attention to the gambling table, as he was finishing his ale. After that he took out an enormous sack of coins and threw 2 at the bartender. He put away his sack, picked up his belongings and headed for the door.
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Post by Louis Morvant on Jul 31, 2012 23:11:28 GMT -5
Merros kept an eye on the man leaving the bar. He pulled out his gold like it was nothing, so it would seem that he is easily parted with his funds. The man looked like he was tough, but there was no way he could prove foul play."Hey! Tall, dark, and brooding! Fancy a game of dice?"
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Post by Louis Morvant on Jul 31, 2012 23:13:28 GMT -5
* The winds picked up, turning the light snow into a blizzard. The white dust filled the streets, and seeped through small cracks in the wood of the tavern. The barmaid put more wood on the fire * |
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Post by anthonyrinken on Jul 31, 2012 23:17:47 GMT -5
Armaedus stopped, looked back at the table and sighed under his mask. "You've won a large amount of pieces today, why gamble them on such a stranger as me? If you'll excuse me I must make haste."
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Post by Louis Morvant on Jul 31, 2012 23:22:33 GMT -5
"And you wouldn't be willing to double the size of that bag of yours?" Merros walked over to the standing gloom. "Tempting offer, eh? Maybe today could be your lucky day."
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Post by anthonyrinken on Jul 31, 2012 23:31:46 GMT -5
Armaedus shook his head and threw a small sack of coins on the table that paled in comparison to his sack of coins. "There, I have no interest in gambling with a weighted dice-carrying low-life. Take those coins and leave me alone." Obvious to everyone, Armaedus was both in a hurry, but at the same time teasing the gambler at the table.
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