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Ahem.....Dark Poet.....If you're going to be engaging in bar room brawls at least give us a chance to place some wagers (We could use some more cash in order to restock the Tia Maria cabinet).
BTW, nice fighting outfit, we'll have to consider introducing some more leather into the tent .

Dragonwench: Did you see the leather mini skirts +3 from Gwal?

Darkpoet: *Vivien looks sadly at the wine that Darkpoet caused her to spill on his shoe, and goes in search of Waverly, hoping his second bottle hasn't been opened yet.*

@DW, "Sorry mistress, you where not around. And I didn't want you to loose any money. I will take my leave now."

Darkpoet looks a his shirt. "SH!T!" He looked up at DW. "Um excuse me, I have some sewing to do."

@Vivien, indeed I did see the leather minis. Very nice. but I don't think that they'd do for our slaves somehow, black leather jerkins on the other hand.......

Loner strides into the Tent. "Where's Gwalchmai?..."

She feels certain she has missed something huge and important. She hates when that happens...

"umm...Darkpoet...you have blood all over your shirt...are you wounded? You should seek attention." Shall I cleanse the wound for you?..."

"Um nnno, heh, it's just a scratch." Darkpoet realized it was worse than he thought, he put his hand inside his shirt. The wound was opened more than he could handle.

"I there a doctor, in the house?"

Then he passed out on the floor.
Anomen walks into the room.

"You poor ladies, you just can't get good help these days."

DragonWench: Ah! I misunderstood I think just put a little note on their front shirt pockets. 'property of the Harem'.

Question to the ladies:

How often do you post outside of your Harem tent??

Brink: *hug* I fear the uknown, you know that Come have a seat

Gwalchmai surveyed the ruins of the greenhouse. The must have been thousands of different flowers in the greenhouse at one time, but they have now propagate themselves in thick fields as far as the eye can see. A beautiful scene, but for the greenhouse itself. The building had been destroyed in a great cataclysmic conflagration some years before. Someone had been unhappy, indeed. Despairing of ever completing his quest. Gwalchmai sat upon a scorched stone.

“I smell a man,” someone whispered behind him.

“Oooh, and so much better looking than the last one!”

“Sisters, today is our lucky day!” Suddenly, a burlap bag was thrust over his head, and Gwalchmai felt six hands grab him and carry him away.

“Please! I mean you no harm! I am only seeking a lost co-worker!” Gwalchmai cried as he struggled against surprisingly strong hands.

“Who could he be looking for in Darkpoet’s old greenhouse?”

“He must be a friend of Darkpoet The Welcher.”

“You know Darkpoet?” Gwalchmai said incredulously.

“Yes, we taught him the ways of iambic pentameter, and how to grow flowers, but he reneged on our deal. He left without giving us the sexual favors we crave.”

“Why did he leave? Where did he go?”

“He spoke of the dueling pits in Amn. He may be there, but we can exact his price from you! You will do nicely! Even better, we think!”

“Can it be? Could Darkpoet have been in Athkatla this whole time?” Gwalchmai thought to himself. Despair overtook him, and he hardly noticed the Dryad’s un-subtle ministrations.

Vivien-Thanks for the hug .How are you today?

LOL Gwalchmai, with that one. I'm just going to get kicked under the table, and left to die.

Brink: Pretty good I've been working on stories today, so I've not been very spammy What have you been doing good Sir?

Vivien-Nothing much of interest,I'm afraid

"Come now, Darkpoet, that looks really nasty. Allow me to heal it with precious healing balm from the east. Brink can go fetch a doctor. In the meantime, just lie still and try not to flinch..."

"Okay, I'm not moving. Tell Anomen to get off my hand."

Let's see,who is the only qualified doctor in SYM.......

"Anomen darling, shove over just a bit, there's a good lad..."

Having attended to Darkpoet's gaping wound and instructed him to take the evening off to recuperate, Loner is struck by the terrible feeling that Gwalchmai may be in serious danger. She arms at the Altar.

"Ladies, guests, and Darkpoet -- I am going out to search for our beloved slave Gwalchmai. If anyone wishes to accompany me, come along."

Slinging her quarterstaff across her back, stuffing a bottle of Bailey's into her pack, and strapping on her longsword, she sets out.

Lady Georgi rushes into the tent

Darkpoet! Oh no...
We might have a problem here ladies... It seems somebody really didn't want Darkpoet to survive that fight... I was down at the Copper Coronet having a pint with Nalia, and I overheard Bernard... The half orc's blade was poisoned We have to get DP to a temple before it's too late!

loner72-It's not good to consume alcohol before a fight