03-12-2009, 02:32 PM
*Walking up to the barmaid* Excuse me Madame, maybe you could help me... I'm looking for a group of fellows that often keep to themselves, save the dark elf I hear they took in many months ago. I think they were known to outsiders as Vikings.
*The barmaid replies she hasn't as she blushes deeply*
No you say? Would it help if I said they sometimes speak a language unknown to others, something Nordic, what was it called again?
"Mhmm" she replies.
So you have have heard of them then? ...pause...
As the barmaid begins falling forward without acting to brace herself, Don Tazione realizes something happened to her and quickly reaches out to catch her. He gently lays her on the ground and sees a needle so small it would be almost undetectable if it weren't for his special training. He places two fingers on the left side of her neck and slowly starts counting... 1...2...3...4...5... With a sudden look of terror he quickly lays her flat on the stone cold floor and tilts her head back, pinches her nose and starts kissing her. Or so that strange old man in the dark cloak thinks. After 'kissing' her for a few seconds he puts his two hands together and starts pushing on her, just below her bosom. He repeats this a few times and the barmaid begins vehemently coughing. In a dazed state she looks at Don Tazione and says 'what happened?'
*The barmaid replies she hasn't as she blushes deeply*
No you say? Would it help if I said they sometimes speak a language unknown to others, something Nordic, what was it called again?
"Mhmm" she replies.
So you have have heard of them then? ...pause...
As the barmaid begins falling forward without acting to brace herself, Don Tazione realizes something happened to her and quickly reaches out to catch her. He gently lays her on the ground and sees a needle so small it would be almost undetectable if it weren't for his special training. He places two fingers on the left side of her neck and slowly starts counting... 1...2...3...4...5... With a sudden look of terror he quickly lays her flat on the stone cold floor and tilts her head back, pinches her nose and starts kissing her. Or so that strange old man in the dark cloak thinks. After 'kissing' her for a few seconds he puts his two hands together and starts pushing on her, just below her bosom. He repeats this a few times and the barmaid begins vehemently coughing. In a dazed state she looks at Don Tazione and says 'what happened?'