Good Day Catskills 2009-11-24

[Podolak]

*slowly opens the tavern doors and makes his way in*

What a night....

*moves back to the counter and places a platter of assorted muffins and bagels*

Well...we have several flavors of cream cheese, they were out of strawberry but this new cherry looks interesting.

*puts on the coffee and hot water*

Good luck out there today all.

 

[Black Sun]

*enters and grabs a cup of tea*
Good morning Sir! You wouldn't happen to have any meat from those giant turkeys I've seen wandering about lately would you? A nice thick slice of that between a bit of toast would be just the thing this morning.

 

[Podolak]

*big grin on his face*

Do I ever! Hunters have been bringing it in from across the land.

*goes back to the ice chest and retrieves the meat*

I'll get that warming now.

 

[Black Sun]

*is thankful Sosoria has no cranberry fields*

 

[CatLord]

* drags himself to the counter obviously tired *

Mooorning... gents.

* puts two silvers on the counter *

Coffee, pie and I have a gift...

* goes out again *

* returns with a weird looking box on a stand with a crank on the side *

You can put that somewhere safe... when you turn the crank and give it a twist you'll have a nice surprise... not blackrock related...

* sits back at the counter *

 

[Podolak]

*is thankful Sosoria has no cranberry fields*

I am a sucker for that canned cranberry sauce....mmm...

*nods to the meer*

Good day sir, long night?

*sets out his coffee and pie*

hmm....


*examines the box*

It doesn't make me feel as nervous as blackrock.

 

[CatLord]

You can turn the crank... and push that gear...

* points to a platinum gear *


It will play a tune called... the Stranger.

* drinks his coffee and looks around looking for something... *

 

[Norrar]

*walks into the tavern, casting a few looks over his shoulder as though nervous about someone following him*

Afternoon...I'll take a blueberry muffin and turkey...

*glances once more over his shoulder before sliding into his customary chair in the corner*

 

[Podolak]

*waves to Va'lis*

Good day sir, you look a little preoccupied.

How would you like your turkey? I've been mixing up some gravy and potatoes for the lunch crowd.

 

[Flutter]

*comes in and kills everyone*
NO UNAUTHORIZED TEA PARTIES!
*leaves*

 

[Norrar]

*coughs*

Guards.

 

[Flutter]

This isn't guard zone.
*loots Va'lis Razele's blackrock*

 

[CatLord]

* watches the sun burnt woman come in the tavern and her blood red shot eyes... *

* smiles softly watching the illusionist near the backwall mumbling something... *

* looks back to the puppet... an ugly grimace of hatred and bloodlust painting her face... *

* watches her picking something from the floor... something, not there... *

* looks again to the elven illusionist... *

* sips his coffee with a chuckle... *

 

[Norrar]

*rezzes and comes back in, finding his blackrock missing...*

*stares blankly at the spot where he fell...eye twitch*

FLUTTTTTTTER!!!

*starts throwing e-bolts in every direction*