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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the village
Not a creature was stirring, no local to pillage;
The gaurds were watching the gateway with care,
In hopes that the Varanites would not soon be there;

The Blue Boar patrons were gatta'd; passed out in their beds,
While visions of ...

Alone amongst the crowd
hearing whispers through the din,
nobody here but stangers,
and the quiet sulk of sin.

A task I undertook, once,
put feet upon a path unknown,
still the body has found no haven;
at the end it journeys alone.

He had not rhymed since his oath he shattered. He tentatively ...

Everyday.

What music do you want played at your funeral (ding dong the witch is dead? See ya later aligator? etc etc). At the moment I think mine would be that Dream a little Dream of Me sung by Mama Kass I rekon

He returned to the village from the East, he was not entirely sure where he had been, but the club hanging limply between his fingers sported the marks of the recently deceased, he wiped it absently on the bottom of his robe; the mess mingling easily with the resident grime.

He found himself making ...

I have also seen a tailors shop kind of thing - it has tailors dummies in it (well its actually an NPC) and you get to change every bit of the clothing and create your own styles etc...no magic on the items, just plain clothes.

Also an item property trasfer bit, you basically open a chest and put ...

heaven

((I'm glad :) ))

Morning tugged his lids in greeting. He cracked them open, the thin film at the corners breaking away, brow furrowing as he squinted away the stabbing of the light.

He sat up and remained motionless for a time, waiting for his eyes to adjust, for his head to clear, to decide what ...

The visit had been brief, he was soon left alone in the room, she must have slipped out with the halfling as he stared floorwards, numbed by the frosty bite of the instruction he had received.
He had learned the woman, Heaven apparently, had been sick in the hospital, something to do with poison and ...

He found himself against the door of the Boar, he rested his forehead against the oak and stood still, not even breathing. In that moment there was no thought in his head, no vision at his eye, a perfect moment of peace.
The door opened and he stumbled headlong into the bar, regaining his balance ...

((Been a while, so this stuff is just filling in the gaps - so this happened before the recent events in the character mentioned's life))

Dim light, it seemed that the world held a shroud about it's shoulders these days. A continual gloom inside his head; through his window. He held his head in his ...

*clap clap*

He waited for a long time, the darkness replaced by the dullness of overcast dawn, everything assuming a tone of grey, all colour bled from the world.

He ached from standing, his neck hurt from the tension, his mood already sour had started to putrify. He went rigid as something sharp was pressed ...

He awoke early, much earlier than was required, jerking upright from a dream; sweating. He cast about and groped for the candle at his side, striking light and applying it with trembled hand to the wick.
He controlled his breathing and held himself to stop the shaking. She was never far away now ...

A complicated process followed.
The initial note demanded a message be left in a certain discrete place, containing just one word, to be picked up later after he had vacated the area. Next he waited in the rain in the pre dawn gloom. A messenger had arrived, emerging from the bleak landscape and ...

The bard slams into his room at the boar and throws himself into his chair, tears of frustration fleck cheeks red with anger.
He had left the dingy mess of his room some hours earlier, his demons soundly chased. A week or more he had spent, his brain lolling aginst the slack jawed, window licking ...