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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Cats and Such,...
@Grumpy Old Bear
Noted ;-) I will edit to reflect the description.
Also Re: addressing directly.
I usually don't try to approach a character weapons drawn on a first encounter,... that was quite and entrance.
Feel free to post if the mood takes you ;-)
Posted on 2017-05-24 at 21:06:45.
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Topic: Roll Call
Subject: Roll Call
Inquiring minds want to know,...
"How many active members are on the forums currently"?
Lifting the rug and looking to see who's scurrying around down here. What our common interests might be and what games people are looking for,...
Sound off like you got a Pair (of dice!)
1,...
(Currently Playing in "The Bleeding Lute", Seeking other Medieval Fantasy Free-Form Collaborative Stories. )
Posted on 2017-05-24 at 10:43:59.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Re: The Weekly Elf Report
Well,... Thanks for letting us know Boo Boo.
No Worries, this is free form and no commitment
I guess I'm just a special variety of Arsehol
Grumpy made is entrence from the lighting booth and have posted.
Finn is waiting to react.
Sorry that Boo Boo Left cause Celeste had a pretty amazing hook for her to try - private message posts with pictures an everything. Your Loss My short-stoic-cartoon-bear.
Howdy Grumpy; where did you see this dramatic opening going? Druids Scared out of their minds would like to know.
Posted on 2017-05-23 at 20:49:38.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Nothing To See Here
Finn bursts through the Inn door his hands raised and weapons drawn,,
"WHAT IN THE BLUE BLAZES?!?!"
But no one could have heard him over swirling roar that now erupted from a center of the Inns ceiling. Finn had been perched on a fence rail outside the Inn puffing on his pipe when this unnatural tempest dropped down from the sky and penetrated the interior of the Bleeding Lute.
Finn was sure this was the end,,
But as the debris settles and the scene unfolds he finds himself more and more and more,, confused.
Finn understood some magics,, a fair bit of natural lore and the ways of critters,, but this was far beyond his experience.
Henry the Owner, dressed only in a nightshirt and cap comes bellowing down the stairs,,
"Oi, Wots all dis then! Oi swear, I takes one evenin' off fer once in me bloomin' life an' th'whole world comes crashing in through my roof! Maria wots going on down ‘ere!"
Henry is red in the face, this thick frame heaving with extreme agitation. "This is why we can't ‘ave noice tings!" He shouts to no one in particular.
Maria walks over to Henry and places some gold coins in his hand. "It's alright Boss, I've got it handled"; she says, her voice cracking slightly as she gathered her wits. "Really, It's been settled, you can go back to bed".
Henry looks at the money and then looks at the patrons and then looks at the strange old man sitting in the corner with his exotic spotted,... cat?
‘Well,, it better be,,"; grumbled Henry. "Oi' won't stand fer it!"
At Maria's firm insistence he begrudgingly turns to ascend the stairs.
Halfway back up the stairs he turns and calls down to Finn.
"Master MacCuel, Oi knows ‘ur aware of my weapons policy. Put ‘em away a'fore I ‘ave Murph confiscate um. I runs a respectable establishment not a Brawlers Pub!"
With that Henry disappears up the stairs and back to bed.
Posted on 2017-05-23 at 16:32:14.
Edited on 2017-05-24 at 21:07:54 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Re: Inn NPC
@Grumpy Old Bear:: You bet. Feel free to use any of them at will. There should a full list at the beginning of this thread. 
@Eol & Boo Boo; back from the wilds of SW Pennsyl-tucky. Looking forward to see your new posts.
Posted on 2017-05-21 at 15:48:55.
Edited on 2017-05-21 at 15:53:37 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Hi guys
We will be at a wedding this weekend, so Celeste and I will be going radio dark for the next little while. See you on the flip side.
Posted on 2017-05-18 at 20:41:39.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Posted in the Lute
Boo Boo you will be getting a private message from myself @Finn portraying the NPC Maria- the Bartender
For the sake of continuity please read the Inn post first and then private message from Maria.
Thanks ;-)
Posted on 2017-05-17 at 19:38:24.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Its Getting Crowded
The Inn door yawns open and a familiar pair of faces wander in.
",Aye! But I dinna know why ye need ta bring ‘er with ye e'rywhere ye go!" a stout dwarven matron cried.
"You take your tools everywhere you go, Hagga," a thin redheaded maiden retorted.
Arguing the finer points of animal husbandry, Hagga and Brenne meander in looking for a place to sit.
Youthful Brenne notices Talca, and they make a beeline for the bar.
Finn Takes a long swallow finishing off his mug. He nods to both ladies as they approach.
"Kool oondohmee, y'self," Hagga rumbled, clambering up onto one of the stools that spanned the gap between Finn, Talca, and the dark-haired fuzz-foot, "ya bark-eatin' bunny-humper, An' yew tew, Fenn," She raised a thick hand at the druid as she settled her rump onto the stool,
Finn gives Hagga a firm handclasp and embrace as she settles into the seat next to him. Benne has eyes only for the slope-eared roustabout. "H'lo, Talca," she coos.
"Brenne," Talca says roguishly, "Vanimlle sila tiri,"
Brenne is visibly infatuated.
"Yew stop tha'!" Hagga reaches past Finn to swat Talca soundly on the shoulder, "I'll no' be takin' this'n home ta her Da stewed in ‘er own juices onnaccount o' yer a ruttin' goat, Mester Adalvat'ar!"
"I like goats," Brenne interjected ecstatically.
Both Finn and Hagga share a look that conveys the absurdity of the situation.
"Of course you do," Talca winked even as he recoiled, snickering, from the dwarven lady's blow, "how is Walda?"
The ginger-haired girl's smile nearly spilt her face in two. "She's well, Mother bless me," she answered, tipping her head in the direction of the door only so far that the elf never left her sight, "She's just outside if you'd care to see her. I know I, SHE, she'd be happy to see you,"
"After a bit, perhaps," Talca returned, "Ow!"
"Ow!" Brenne echoed.
"Both of ye; bloody weel stop'et," Hagga admonished, having delivered a double handed swat to the flirty elf and her enamored human charge, "I sweer ta Kharox, if'n I hafta tell yer Da me plans ta cut this'n's berries from their bag, Brenne, et'll no' be a faerie-story this go 'round!"
Finn pushes away from the bar, stands, and shakes the curbs out of his beard.
"I'm stepping out for some air"; he says.
"Harry-bak" Hagga says; "E've git m'hans fool keppin this wee one en line. Aye nae enuff eyes en mae haed to kepp track of thes scoundrel tew"; she says pointing to the smirking rogue. "Nae Uffence Mester Adalvat'ar".
"Not my Squirrels Haggie,...", Finn replies as he relights his pipe and goes out the front door.
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Maria enters the common room from the kitchen and is intercepted by Hugh, the portly waiter, coming down the stairs. They share a few private words and both look directly at the dark haired halfling sitting at the bar.
Maria nods acknowledging Hugh's message and something passes between their hands. Maria continues on to the bar while Hugh heads further into the common room and begins busing the tables.
Maria pauses and addresses the wary halfling. What is said between them cannot be heard but she passes a card of some kind to the small dark haired woman.
Maria turns her attention to the new arrivals.
"Haggie dear, Brenne"; she says "I'm sorry we've not got much tonight, but I can set you up with a bowl of rabbit stew and perhaps some tea - grog if you're needing something stronger?"
"Tha'll bae fin deery"; Hagga says. Hagga stands up on the stool and both women lean up close to each other and share a chaste peck on the cheek. "But es thar nae bread or ale tae b'had?"; Hagga rumbles.
"Afraid not"; Maria frowns, its just,,
"Aye, Aye, y'need nae explain. s'long ae's hawt an thars pleanty of it weel bae fin. Brenne, stop starring at that rapscallion and give Maria a proper greet".
"Evening Maria, thank you for the hospitality". Brenne leans across the bar and gives the bartender a brief perfunctory hug. There's something petulant about her tone, and it's not lost on Maria.
"You're Welcome"; She says. "I'll be back with your food and drinks in flash, and while I'm at it I'll see if Cookie has any biscuits left in the cellar.
"Oh, tha'll bae luv-lay dear"; Hagga rumbles appreciatively.
Maria Smiles;"Mind, you'll want to soak them in the stew for awhile, they're regular tooth-crackers".
With that Maria turns and disappears into the kitchen.
Posted on 2017-05-17 at 19:21:23.
Edited on 2017-05-17 at 20:11:32 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: So about posting,...
Sorry guys, I've had other responsibilities that have taken me from getting to write tonight,... I'll give it a spin if I can before tomorrow, but no promises.
::EDIT:: I Just Read the Post you wrote Eol, ............FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECK your impatience man,... It's good stuff but it's more than I can tackle tonight. I'll try in the morning.
ttfn ,...zzzzzzzzzz
Posted on 2017-05-16 at 21:18:44.
Edited on 2017-05-16 at 21:29:58 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Let's not bicker about who killed who,... (Baron of Swamp Castle)
... And yah see Finn feels justified about rebuking an uninvited Evesdropper. I admit the racial slur was a low blow,... And it soured every interaction after. But the knife throwing circus midget had it coming,... Not even a proper introduction? Come on! ..... Really it's Talca's fault for trying to hit on you in Elvish,... You do know that Elves cause cancer, right? :: continues to smoke::
On a story related note, Boo-Boo; is the character named Tatianna? I May have a diplomatic solution that involves the interaction of a neutral NPC at the bar,... Thought it up last night but didn't have time write it and wanted to confirm her name.
Posted on 2017-05-16 at 08:33:06.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Wait,... What?
Tom cat comment was in reference to the flirty Elf,... cause he's a boy,... and kind of a stray,...with pointy ears,... and pretty much always horny,... ish,... Well lets say easily infatuated.
I'm going with what you wrote Boo-Boo; but "Finn" is fairly certain that The Swiss-Army Halfling doesn't have a reason to be that butt-hurt.
Looking for ways to deescalate,... (or escalate) that brings positive resolution.
Posted on 2017-05-15 at 21:49:03.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Groovy,...
Thanks I appreciate it!
I am totally down for doing this in the "Lute" more,... We'll see where this goes and if'n it can draw in the short stuff without blood shed.
Posted on 2017-05-15 at 15:09:43.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: The Dark Heart of the Wood
Talca offers the little lady a smile and gestures vaguely at the druid. "Patience," he says with a wink, "The secret of all good bear tamers."
Finn raises an eyebrow, and casts a sideways glance at the Halfling sipping her wine 3 stools over. He looks back at Talca and snorts derisively.
"Better a bear than a rutting tom-cat,..."
Maria snorts, cackles and shakes her head before she fills Finn's empty mug, which he drains with relish, wiping his damp beard with the back of his shirt sleeve. She promptly fills it again and then disappears into the kitchen with a tray of dirty crockery.
"Well if'n you're coming you'd best know what's been goings on,, This is No Natural Blight,,"
Finn Sighs; a resigned look on his face. He takes a pull from his mug.
"Nine months back, the harvest came and with it a below average yield. Plenty to go around,, but not much to put back. Fine. There's always next year."
Finn scrapes the dregs of his dinner into his mouth and pushes the empty bowl to one side.
"The Winter came and it was bitter cold,, It happens. Winter's always cold,, but this one seemed to hold it's grip longer than most - and get into your bones till you thought they'd crack from the chill."
Finn reaches into his haversack and draws out a tobacco jar and a long dark pipe with a wide bowl. He fills the pipe, and pushes the open jar toward Talca.
"Now Spring's finally come,, with little rain,, and yet the sky over head is gray, and a mist hangs in the air,, making things feel slimy and damp to touch but never actually a good ground penetrating soak."
He stands and retrieves a candle stub from one of the nearby tables. He lights it and the pipe with a long match from the hearth and then settles back into his seat at the bar to smoke.
"It's brought with it a slimy fungus that's covering the fields. The turf is brown from it, and it's now well into the planting time,, The buds on the maple, the oak, and ash are dark and won't open,,Then Johann's Chickens wouldn't lay,, and then three of them died from getting bound up. The eggs they pulled out of ‘um,, the yolks were black with ichor."
He puffs quickly, agitated, causing billowy white smoke to rise from the bowl.
"Every calf, piglet, foal, pup, and lamb as come out still born or feeble,, There's no bugs,, except files. Great swarms of um that I'm sure ye've seen."
He takes a deep draw from the pipe and blows a series of rings with the smoke. He pauses staring off into space for a moment.
"The water in the Lynn is low,, low and slow,, and dark, like somethings blocking her upstream."
"All this didn't happen at once either,,"
"Everything that's happened has occurred days apart, first at one end of Lynnbrooke and slowly working it's way to the other. Runi the healer reckons it started in the north east and has spread south west, like we was caught in some dark, unseen tide,..."
"I just came from her study upstairs,, she scryed it out,, somewhere to the north,, in the upcountry she reckons we can find the source. But what it is,, or how bad it is? Won't know for certain till I find a piece of it and get it back here to study".
Finn Drains the contents of his mug and motions to Sara across the room for another round.
"But whatever it is,, it's mighty dark, and any who go trekking near it might get the taint,, or be consumed by it."
He tamps his pipe and adds another plug of tobacco from the jar. He turns around in his stool and leans his back against the bar and continues to smoke.
"So,, y'know,, that's exciting..."
Posted on 2017-05-15 at 14:44:08.
Edited on 2017-05-15 at 21:25:10 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Welllll Then,...
So my two coppers,...
1.) We are "The Lute" ATM,... I am loath to leave it - that said I suppose we could do both, just throw in different characters if Finn &/or Talca &/or TBN should vacate,...
2.) I would be happy to continue this story in another thread.
My druthers would be to have it like is in the "Lute".
Free form story based RP, post as we can (At least ounce a week),... With perhaps a DM (Hint, Hint,.. Celeste) establishing the setting and encounters.
3.) Nice Reply - will contribute a Finn Post as soon as I can, busy day today.
I know that Celeste wanted to write a post for Lynnbrooke's Healer, Runi - who Finn was consulting before this encounter started, but until then I might offer some exposition to Talca...
Til then,...
Posted on 2017-05-15 at 11:47:15.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: So about an adventuring Party,...
This has been a good bit of fun,...
1.) Are we looking to have a cooperative story adventure outside The Lute? i.e. in another thread?
2.) If so what would that look like to you guys?
3.) Re: Current situation with Talca, Finn, and TBN Halfling Rogue.
Finn has grave/ controversial news that he doesn't want to make general knowledge yet. He knows Talca so is willing to confide with him.
TBN Halfling is an unknown quantity.
Then the ensuing episode occurs; slurs exchanged and crockery busted.
I have more than just histrionics to throw around, but looking for an opening that allows for exposition.
What are your guys thoughts on where to take this?
Looking from hearing back from all concerned, including Celeste.
TTFN!
Posted on 2017-05-14 at 16:18:45.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Put it on my tab,...
High pitched chittering echos in the room,,
"He can talk... but apparently.. he needs work on how .. ta eat and drink. Ya need ta work on that.. Sir Elf."
The diminutive Rogue's words are interspersed by manic fits of giggles.
Finn grabs the pitcher from Sarah and slings it across the room. It shatters on the floor near the end of the bar.
The Bard in the corner ends his song on a sour note. A symphony of scraping furniture, clanking crockery, and bodily functions comes to an abrupt halt.
All settles into an uncomfortable silence.
From the kitchen a mumbling voice sings with tone-deaf precision to itself.
♫ grum-dee-bum, fiddle-dee-doo, I am making rabit stu,, Fiddle-dee-dee, Fiddle-dum-doo, You eat it up and then you poo,... ♫
A nervous laughter spreads around inn. Soon after the ambient clamor of the common room returns to normal.
Finn; flummoxed, frustrated and fatigued, strides over to his stool, rights it, sits down and carefully begins blowing on his stew.
Maria begins wiping up the spilled wine. She gives Finn disapproving look as she pours Talca a fresh cup.
", sorry,," Finn replies to the unspoken rebuke.
"You get one." Maria states flatly before refilling the Halflings cup and then helping Sara collect the remaining shards of the pitcher with her broom.
Finn eats his food quietly, and after a bit seems to regain some composure. He turns to Talca and says sheepishly;
"Perhaps It would be a good idea if,, you came along with me ,, to watch each others back's,..."
Posted on 2017-05-14 at 15:48:26.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Baiting the Bear
"By the Gods, it speaks!" the little Halfling quipped with feigned astonishment. "Tell me, Sir Elf, how did you teach your pet bear to speak? It's a true miracle!"
Finn ignores the Halfling jibe and holds Talca's gaze for a few moments longer before letting out a gruff noise and turning away.
Maria returns with the bowl of stew, fresh from the pot, and sets it in front of Finn. He dumps pepper from the mortar into his bowl and stirs the food aggressively with his spoon.
"Gods-dammit..."; he curses under his breath.
"I didn't mean any-ting by it" casting a sideways glance at Talca
Finn spoons up a heaping portion of the steaming vitals onto his spoon.
"I just didn't want anyone else to get unnecessarily hurt,..." He crams the spoon of food into his mouth and immediately sloughs it back into the bowl,,
"Ow-ow-ow-ow thas haut,..." Finn reaches for his mug and immediately finds it is still empty.
"GUAS-DAMMET"
With a lurch he reaches for Talca's wine cup, but in the process of grabbing it, loses control of it and the precious liquid spills over the bar, a few insulting drops speckling Finn adding to his injury.
With an exasperated shout the druid stands up, knocking over his stool. Fuming he grabs his mug and strides over to where Sarah, a barmaid, is holding a clay pitcher.
"May I please have some of that"; he growls. Nervously Sarah complies; but to no avail.
The pitcher is empty.
Posted on 2017-05-12 at 14:37:44.
Edited on 2017-05-12 at 19:01:28 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Re: Post - Two's a Company,...
This is not meant to be a Hostile GTFO post. It is an in character interaction-
My style is very much give and take,... I sling and insult, you throw one back,... we're all having fun here.
Just thought I'd mention it so that there's no confusion
I am happy to roleplay with everybody,... Eol and Boo-Boo you have my attention.
Posted on 2017-05-11 at 15:24:43.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Two's a Company,...
"Mind your belongings, my friend", Talca whispered to Finn
"If this one doesn't try to pilfer from them, she's just as likely to fall into them, eh?"
Finn glanced at the tiny woman who had just tumbled into the bar, and sprung up like cat onto the stool three seats down.
With narry a word, all the other patrons at the bar suddenly felt a powerful urge to visit the out-house.
Now only Finn, Talca, and the rambunctious walking knife drawer remained.
This ones trouble Finn thought.
"As I was saying" saidTalca "If you're set on such a trip, Finn, I'd be happy to come along,"
Finn shot him a look. "...And what makes you reckon I want you to come?"
"You two Giants planning a trip?" piped up the halfling; her tone was interested and eager.
"Mind your own business, Peck"; Finn barked while still looking at Talca.
Finn leans in close to Talca and whispers; "I didn't tell yah to have yah come. This isn't a merry walk through the trees. I told yah so that if anything happened someone other than Runi and I might know about it, someone who might be able to find me,, or what's left,... and carry on so that people don't starve,, or worse".
Finn leans back and lets his words hang between them.
Posted on 2017-05-11 at 15:21:15.
Edited on 2017-05-11 at 15:27:18 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: RE: Posting 101
So How do you embed pictures? Never figured out that trick here,... I'm not the swiftest at this format.
Working on Post now. 
Posted on 2017-05-11 at 14:38:05.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Finn's Description
Finn MacCuel is a shaggy looking man of questionable hygiene. He doesn't reek, but there is an earthy quality to him that just doesn't reassure you he's had a bath in decent memory.
He has a round pleasant face and is prone to smiling. His skin is a suntanned brown. He is of middling height, with broad shoulders, but the recent blight has left him a bit thin.
His eyes are bright blue and his long hair a rusty auburn, which he ties back in a lose messy braid. His beard is long, bristly and unkempt.
The left side of his neck up to his ear and following his jawline is covered in burn scars. The hair on this side of his head is frizzier and grows thinner. A large portion of his upper ear is missing, and the rest is an angry red. He has similar scars on the top of his left hand.
He wears a buckskin jerkin from under which a sweat-stained linen shirt peaks out, and hose fastened with horn buttons and leather straps. The Leather belt around his waist is decorated with elaborate tooled embellishments and unfamiliar symbols.
His boots are over-worn, having been resoled, wrapped and patched too many times to remember, barely resembling the stout shoes they once must have been.
Tucked into the belt are a large knife and hatchet similarly embellished. A Gold torque with boars heads hangs off his neck. A tarnished silver pin with a hounds head is stuck through the leather of his jerkin. A bronze signet ring bearing a the symbol of a serpent biting another serpents tail making a sideways "eight" is on his left hand. He is missing the end of his left pinkie.
His arms and fingers are tattooed with faded blue ink in symbols similar to the ones on his belt.
A large black oilskin haversack and an over-sized woolen blanket woven in a blue tartan seem to be the extent of his kit.
Posted on 2017-05-10 at 19:27:25.
Edited on 2017-05-11 at 08:58:56 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Into the Woods,..
Finn gives the slope-eared giggler Talca a firm Handclasp.
"Only you could sour a hungry mans appetite,, but I'll not turn down a free supper
Finn gathers up the rusty coins and retrieves a small mortar and pestle from within his haversack.
Pouring some of the peppercorns from the jar into the pestle, he absently grinds the spice as he continues speaking to Talca
"I just come from a consult with the healer upstairs in her library. She and I have been studying the blight that has descended here with grave interest. She and I have a hunch on what might be causing it, but it demands further investigation,,"
He pauses grinding and sprinkles a healthy pinch into Talca's stew.
"I expect to be gone,, well; a week anyway,, I've some hard climbs and some rough living ahead of me. But then you know that, climbing the Hogbacks and spurs to the north of the Wood here. And I don't expect to find much on the trail,, This blight has been affecting more than just Lynnbrooke and the surrounding,, word is they're suffering from it down south, and north in the upcountry as well."
Finn casts a glance upstairs toward the library Lynnbrooke's healer haunts.
"Worse; if'n what Runi thinks is half true, this is only the beginning of the troubles"
Finn puts down the mortar and reaches for a discarded mug on the bar. It's empty,,
He looks at Maria and turns the mug over, shaking it above the bar.
"It appears to be broke, do you have a way to fix it m'dear?, "
His stomach, lean even for his stature, growls loudly.
", And how's that Stu Coming?"
Posted on 2017-05-10 at 16:37:08.
Edited on 2017-05-10 at 16:42:12 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: What Happened Last Frost?
Finn Mac Cuel A shaggy, Buckskin wearing Druid has been studying this issue a length over the last 9 months and suspects this plague is not natural,...
Posted on 2017-05-10 at 15:18:13.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: The Burnt Druid
"Since before the first frost of last year,, Nine. Long. Months. . . and truth tell, the harvest before that wasn't strong either."
Finn strides down the creaky wooden stairs from the second floor and makes his way to a vacant spot at the bar next to Talca.
"I thought I smelled something tough and gamey". He says, looking directly at Talca.
Finn gives the Elven-Pathfiner a wry smile and drags a stool over to sit. He reaches a grubby finger over and samples a bit of the creamy contents of the crock.
"Hmmmm,, that's nice."
He glances casually at Maria. "A bowl for me too, , and if there's any cheese left in the cellar I'd take what you've got. I don't expect it to be cheap if there is".
Finn rummages inside his haversack but after a few awkward moments of fumbling he gives up. With a disgruntled sigh he upends the bag and dumps the contents right onto the bar, an eclectic array of garbage to the casual observer.
"Forgot I had that" he says; sniffing an odd looking bit of detritus before returning it to the haversack.
After a few painful moments 12 rusty copper coins and small clay jar of black-round pebbles are separated from the pile.
"I'm clearing off after I eat and I don't expect to be back for,, awhile. So you let me know if you prefer the coin or the pepper-corns here for the food and the room."
He gathers the remaining paraphernalia and sweeps it back into his bag. Despite his efforts a fair bit of granular debris decorate the bar-top.
While Maria makes sense of the transaction, Finn turns back to Talca.
"So tell me is it really rabbit or a couple of oversized weed-rats you dressed in a fancy wrapper? Cause I'll be able to taste the difference, stewed or otherwise,,"
He winks at Talca and then returns his gaze to Maria to settle his bill.
Posted on 2017-05-10 at 12:23:16.
Edited on 2017-05-10 at 12:42:34 by Finn Mac Cuel
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: You can get anything you want at Fantasti-Resturaunt!
Thank you! Thank you all you Happy smiley people! I can't wait to dive in. This will be my first foray into Play-by-post! So be gentle, or obscenely wrough whatever you prefer. I am currently working the details out on my hard boiled film noir private detective and his backstory. This will be epic.
P.S. this being post number FORTY-TWO demands a certain recognition! A 42 towel salute I think! Sound OFF! **Snap**
Posted on 2013-12-07 at 05:54:19.
Edited on 2013-12-07 at 05:59:01 by Finn Mac Cuel
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