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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 10:29 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 11:39 am
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The Bartender mumbled to himself, not really noticing the strangers signal. He was more occupied with the fact t hat he had to already repair his little bar several times over and all for just one person! By this point he was already talking aloud "If it weren't for that old drunk of a b*****d, I would be rich! but oh no, every damned night he comes in, drinks ma' bar clean then breaks everything for no reason! BAH! If he didn't pay as well as he did, I would Tos...I would pay someone else to toss his a**!" The Bartender didn't really care who looked at him, He was stressed enough as it was as he poured over books for buying new materials and ordering more liqueur to fill his shelves.
Clear across town though slept old Adrias. He had come here several years ago and made this his new little home. Building a small little home for himself out of the scrap materials he could find through out the area, he set up a small metalworking shop. Not that he ever opens it. Since the day that he came here, he was never known to make anything in any form aside from what he needed for his home. Ever since, all he ever did was lurk from bar to bar, only to drink himself into a stupor then tear the whole place apart. Metalworking? HA! Crafting? Forget it! This old craftsmen would sooner beat the s**t out of you then help you make anything. He refuses even the highest payments to the most refined and adored. Old Adrias now continues to sleep, his hammer never too far away from his reach, though the same could be said for the mountain of alcohol jugs piling up next to his bed.
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 12:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 12:59 pm
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"Boy...nothing is cheap in this town. That liqueur, the milk, the bottles themselves. None of that is cheap. I didn't appreciate it...and neither did that" The Bartender motioned towards the crowd that were peacefully drinking ain't peaceful no more. From high ranking thugs to low gutter scum trash, they were all standing up now, all brandishing all sorts of various weapons. "Now then, you can pay with money to replace what you took, or you can pay with your body and possibly your life. No one here gets off for free." And with that, the old bar tender kicked a lever underneath his bar, causing the row of boards that Kazei was standing on to spring up, launching him towards the crowd of thugs, eagerly awaiting to tear into him like sharks in a frenzy. "Remember kid, nothing is cheap. Enjoy"
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 1:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 2:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 4:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 5:01 pm
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Zarx stood in the bar's doorway, as the flourish of punches, anger and broken glass flew about the room. Zarx said to himself, I get pick pocketed by an amateur and my favorite bar is going down in flames. Heh, this place never changes. Zarx walked hastily around the back of the bar, noticing the girl who "bumped" into him at the rail station. Zarx lifted his leg slowly as he laughed and kicked the money drawer shut with a loud BANG, and as he lay pressure into the drawer of money crushing it shut into the side of the bar, his knee steadily bending. Zarx leaned forward he snatched his earnings back from the young girls side and said "Next time you steal don't make it so obvious. You look like a child stealing from a candy shoppe." Zarx then gripped the bag tightly in his hand as to make sure it stayed in his possession. "Oh and to the hooded fellow, the man you are looking for is Adrias. He lives on the eastern side of town, in a shanty of rubbish and craps. Keep in mind this blacksmith does not take kindly to strangers." In that instant, Zarx tipped his fingers as he would a hat a top his head, and vanished into the crowd towards Adrias's shop eastward among the parched floors of the town.
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 5:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 11:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 6:29 am
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Adrias yawned and stretched in his dilapidated bed. His body hanging over all sides of the undersized furniture, though that never really stopped him from crashing on it anyway for a long days sleep. "One day, I really need to build....Na, that means work" Slowly Adrias rose up, stretching his long body out in all directions before heading up into the shop area of his little home. Slowly he looked around, everything out of place, half finished projects, some not even half. It was a miracle to say the least when Adrias is able to finish a project in any form. While yes, he has had some success in the past. A large circular shield, a average looking metal spear, and a few other random weapons that have no physically redeeming qualities. He then just scratched the top of his head while just grinning to himself, "Another long hot day it seems" He then just sat back on a stool, leaning back up against a wall. He then gave his shambles of a shop a look before closing his eyes and settles in for a good long nap.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 10:48 am
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Zarx came strolling slowly up the dusty road to the small shack, painted in rust and erosion. Zarx was eating a fresh red juicy apple, he had relieved from a wealthy mans, fruit collection, sayin to himself "Ahh" as he took another bite "Patron Nelson doesn't get these too often, I'm glad he's so generous, sure is a rarity." Zarx noticed the strange man who had followed him from the bar fight. Zarx darted his way through the dead branches of the withered tree to the top, which loomed over Adria's small ensemble of tin scraps. Zarx squatted down slowly, as he watched this mysterious figure enclose upon the streets end, and said to himself "What does this newcomer want with me?" Zarx put his mask on that sat snuggly in his waistband. He put his finger under his mask and placed them onto his lips and made a sharp whistle, as some black market "negotiators" strolled out from behind small buildings. As the four men walked up to the stranger, one lets out a inquiry. "So Two, should I notify one of this situation?" The masked Zarx look at the man and said, "No! He will be notified of this situation soon enough. Now ask this man politely to what he wants of me." The four thugs then walked spread out with the first one directly in from of the stranger. "You there." Said the first man, "Whats is your business here? This is the first and last time I ask you." The street thug then cracked his knuckles as he slowly stepped towards the stranger.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 5:20 pm
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