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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Stumpy Revealed(sort of)
The strange, short man thumped his way up to the 2nd floor, entering the third room on the left. Closing and locking the door behind him, he pulls the curtains across the window and proceeds to lightly scratch shapes into the wood all around his room. As he finishes each one, it flashes briefly then melts away to nothing. Only when he has finished his rune casting does the stranger fling off his cloak onto the bed.
He spreads the cloak out, picking a medium size bag from on of the inside pockets. Opening it, he pulls out a dozen knives of all sorts of shapes and sizes, some large with smooth double edges, others that are smaller and jagged and others that are twisted into strange shapes; all covered in blood. He then pulls out a bowl and a towel, setting them on a nearby table.
Conjuring water up into the bowl, he sets about cleaning his weapons. There might be some in that rabble downstairs who would be able to sense his wards, but if they're strong enough to detect it then they should also be smart enough to recognize that it wouldn't be worth their trouble to try to come in.
A faint chuckle escapes out of the stranger as this thought crosses his mind. His mouth twitches slightly in the ghost of a smile, sending his various scars and birthmarks into sharp relief. He sets aside the first knife, his most precious out of this lot, 12 inches, straight and double edged, but hollow inside with a tiny hole in the tip to dispense out poison. A gift from long ago from...he couldn't even remember which monarch, lord or whatever.
As he reached for a second knife, the thought crossed his mind about food. He hadn't asked for food to be brought up so that meant he would have to venture downstairs again. He sighed in irritation, concentrating on his task.
Posted on 2011-08-29 at 22:58:44.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Mr. Short and Stumpy
The inn door opens inconspicuously, the rays of the fading sun fleetingly shinging through the doorway before the visitor closes it behind him.
The man is short, somewhere around 5 ft tall, or he would be if a slight hunch didn't cause him to hunch over slightly. A thick and very unkempt beard hangs down from the recesses of his hood, which reaches down past his chest and sways slightly with each limping step as he walks slowly to the counter, a short, thick staff gripped tightly in an equally thick left hand.
The stranger reaches the bar and mutters something to Henry, who looks dubious, until the stranger reveals his right hand from the folds of his cloak. There is a glint of gold and Henry's eyes widen. He nods and hands the stranger a key. The stranger mutters something more, Henry nods againd and the strange man turns and limps quickly up the stairs and out of sight.
Posted on 2011-08-22 at 01:42:30.
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