The trogolodyte followed the Paladin. "May I join you two? The innkeeper is less than accomodating for those of Trogolodyte descent. The floor shall suffice, and my cloak will keep me warm enough."
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.Grantorn saw the cover of the book. "Vampires don't sparkle!" he blurted. "Sorry... Jaw-snap reaction..." he said. "And, thank you..."
edited 29th Apr '11 9:05:09 PM by Dragon573
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.As the night continued on, and everyone was able to sleep was indeed asleep, a single figure moved through the dead streets of Azure city, wearing nothing but a black cloak, covering his head and any facial features. As he walked on down the street, right to where the guild was staying the night.
Looking up at the building, the figure nodded a little bit to itself before it pulled its hood back. Revealing a handsome enough man with a nasty looking scar running down the side of his head, a dead look in his eyes as he approached the building and stepped in.
Almost immediately, the Bartender took notice. "Hey! Buddy!"
The man in question looked over at him, his expression still vacant.
"We got a dress code for people like you." He pointed behind him to a sign that was hanging above the bar.
- WE RESERVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE SERVICE TO PATRONS IF SAID PATRON IS WEARING AN OBVIOUSLY EVIL BLACK CLOAK OF MALICIOUS INTENT.
The man stared at it for a while and turned his attention to the Bartender, obviously thinking. "I inquire the location of a select group. I have reason to believe they're staying here."
"Like I said buddy, I don't need to answer anything to someone like you," the Bartender said. "So beat it, you're wasting your time."
"I will not ask again." he said as he approached. "Where is the Guild?"
"And I will not tell you again: BITE. ME."
"Hold person."
The Bartender stood there in a frozen stupor, and the man turned and looked about. Perhaps it would be time to look for himself.
edited 29th Apr '11 9:18:02 PM by MichaelDj54
Seigmund was beginning to return to his normal state of mind. For some reason he had the sense that he had said something monumentally stupid. Oh well, If all I've done is say something fantastically uncoothe then this will have been the best trip to an inn I've taken with this group so far. He thought to himself.
Seigmund wandered down the stairs on the way to answer a desparate call to nature.
"Why a tennis ball? Because my mother beat me savagely with a sack of oranges, thats why."

Ariana walked over to Pathor to get away from the sociopathic creeps.