An impressive looking stone building, similar in appearance to a brewery, the Yard of Vines is a micro-winery. Sourcing their grapes from outside the City, a variety of local wines are produced on site. The Yard opened for production almost thirty years ago, but only recently opened its bar and restaurant to the public. Wine must be properly aged, and the duMontfort family has enough money to sink into ensuring that things are done properly.
The restaurant and bar are decorated in a manner you would expect of an old city establishment, somber tones mixed with dashes of color and the barest hint of ruffle in just about everything that can support it. Though the place is always busy it is never loud, the clientele too refined to create any sort of ruckus.
**Lucian sat at a corner in the table, upright, stiff, sipping a glass of dark wine and studiously avoiding looking like he was staring at the other people around in boredom. If you looked closely, though, you'd realize that was exactly what he was doing.
In front of him besides the wine was a half-eaten loaf of bread, some soft cheese, and the corpses of a few dismembered tomatoes.**
Private Mod Note
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
The Yard was as packed as always, a pair of serving girls carefully managing the flow of people in and out of seats. Lucian couldn't help but notice that subtle comments about interesting local shows and sights were made in ear shot of the people who had been dallying longest and spending the least.
Colt Wyrmbane entered the Yard brandishing a giant sword. This was not meant to be threatening, he just had no other method of carrying it.
"I need water!" Colt Announced to everyone. He wasn't trying to be rude, he just didn't know who the servers were and this seemed like a place to get a drink.
Epic World! Because seriously! It's the awesome!
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
**Spying Colt, Lucian smirked and leaned back in his chair... comfortably distant from the obviously unwell man.**
Private Mod Note
():
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Epic World! Because seriously! It's the awesome!
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
Epic World! Because seriously! It's the awesome!
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
Epic World! Because seriously! It's the awesome!
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
Epic World! Because seriously! It's the awesome!
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
Epic World! Because seriously! It's the awesome!
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
**Lucian pushed his chair away from the table, putting himself completely in Colt's way.**
Private Mod Note
():
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Epic World! Because seriously! It's the awesome!
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
**The look in his eyes and his stance told you pretty clearly that he did.**
Private Mod Note
():
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Epic World! Because seriously! It's the awesome!
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
**Slowly, deliberately, and rather elegantly Lucian stood from his chair and brushed his sleeves before brandishing his sword in a flourish.**
Private Mod Note
():
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Epic World! Because seriously! It's the awesome!
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
**Lucian kicked his chair in the way of the blade and used the resulting momentum to take a short jump back, holding his blade out threateningly at Colt.**
Private Mod Note
():
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
The chair catches Colts sword, and he flings the sword and chair to his right, caring not where it lands. Then Colt steps forward, and makes a thrust at Lucian with his giant pokey stabber device.
Epic World! Because seriously! It's the awesome!
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
**Lucian twisted his body to the right, out of the way of the blade, and flicked his blade up at Colt's chest, to cut, not to wound.**
Private Mod Note
():
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Colt is cut in his chest while holding his sword in front of him. This was awkward for Colt, who had never been cut by another person with a sword before. In fact, this whole operation was fairly awkward to him because he generally only fought lizards of various sizes.
But, strange land, new rules, Colt would just have to adapt to this new style of murder. So Colt drew his sword in close, and then swung it mightily from his left to his right, about chest height.
Epic World! Because seriously! It's the awesome!
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
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The restaurant and bar are decorated in a manner you would expect of an old city establishment, somber tones mixed with dashes of color and the barest hint of ruffle in just about everything that can support it. Though the place is always busy it is never loud, the clientele too refined to create any sort of ruckus.
In front of him besides the wine was a half-eaten loaf of bread, some soft cheese, and the corpses of a few dismembered tomatoes.**
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Colt Wyrmbane entered the Yard brandishing a giant sword. This was not meant to be threatening, he just had no other method of carrying it.
"I need water!" Colt Announced to everyone. He wasn't trying to be rude, he just didn't know who the servers were and this seemed like a place to get a drink.
Colt Wyrmbane
Olivar'Romov
Detective Taskmage
Darby, Esteemed Adventurer
Mike, the Situation
Herschell Ratliff, Merchant of Finery
Yaagh, the Pummeler
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Woman- You will lower your weapon and voice if you expect to remain here, sir.
Colt pointed his weapon downward, and spoke in a deep voice.
"Am I to take it this is a nonviolent eatery?"
Colt Wyrmbane
Olivar'Romov
Detective Taskmage
Darby, Esteemed Adventurer
Mike, the Situation
Herschell Ratliff, Merchant of Finery
Yaagh, the Pummeler
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
Colt Wyrmbane
Olivar'Romov
Detective Taskmage
Darby, Esteemed Adventurer
Mike, the Situation
Herschell Ratliff, Merchant of Finery
Yaagh, the Pummeler
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
Colt Wyrmbane
Olivar'Romov
Detective Taskmage
Darby, Esteemed Adventurer
Mike, the Situation
Herschell Ratliff, Merchant of Finery
Yaagh, the Pummeler
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
Colt Wyrmbane
Olivar'Romov
Detective Taskmage
Darby, Esteemed Adventurer
Mike, the Situation
Herschell Ratliff, Merchant of Finery
Yaagh, the Pummeler
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
By this the point the eyes of all but the most non-plussed clientele were on Colt and the woman.
Colt offers the woman a small bow, then walks around her towards what he presumes to be the kitchen, in order to serve himself.
Colt Wyrmbane
Olivar'Romov
Detective Taskmage
Darby, Esteemed Adventurer
Mike, the Situation
Herschell Ratliff, Merchant of Finery
Yaagh, the Pummeler
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
"Do you intend to stand in my way?"
Colt Wyrmbane
Olivar'Romov
Detective Taskmage
Darby, Esteemed Adventurer
Mike, the Situation
Herschell Ratliff, Merchant of Finery
Yaagh, the Pummeler
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
**The look in his eyes and his stance told you pretty clearly that he did.**
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
"My way is that of VIOLENCE!!!!!!!"
Colt Wyrmbane
Olivar'Romov
Detective Taskmage
Darby, Esteemed Adventurer
Mike, the Situation
Herschell Ratliff, Merchant of Finery
Yaagh, the Pummeler
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
[1]
"Is that what passes for a weapon in these lands? The dragons would devour your roasted corpse!"
Colt swung his humongous two handed sword from the ground upwards, to slice at Lucian.
Colt Wyrmbane
Olivar'Romov
Detective Taskmage
Darby, Esteemed Adventurer
Mike, the Situation
Herschell Ratliff, Merchant of Finery
Yaagh, the Pummeler
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
[2]
The chair catches Colts sword, and he flings the sword and chair to his right, caring not where it lands. Then Colt steps forward, and makes a thrust at Lucian with his giant pokey stabber device.
Colt Wyrmbane
Olivar'Romov
Detective Taskmage
Darby, Esteemed Adventurer
Mike, the Situation
Herschell Ratliff, Merchant of Finery
Yaagh, the Pummeler
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
[3]
Colt is cut in his chest while holding his sword in front of him. This was awkward for Colt, who had never been cut by another person with a sword before. In fact, this whole operation was fairly awkward to him because he generally only fought lizards of various sizes.
But, strange land, new rules, Colt would just have to adapt to this new style of murder. So Colt drew his sword in close, and then swung it mightily from his left to his right, about chest height.
Colt Wyrmbane
Olivar'Romov
Detective Taskmage
Darby, Esteemed Adventurer
Mike, the Situation
Herschell Ratliff, Merchant of Finery
Yaagh, the Pummeler
And don't forget to do your shopping at The Newe Haberdashery, the finest vendor of magic items and oddball services ... Ever!