Balance check to not fall over as you run for the door: Failed! In her drunken state, Irian trips over and falls flat on the floor at Vargon's feet. [ooc]oh... too, too funny[/ooc] Pushing herself slowly up off the floor and looking the fighter dead in the eye as he once again restrains her, Irian ...

"This???"

Darting as quickly as she could, the elf bolts past the fighter and reaches for the door.

As she prepares to fling herself out into the hall, she sticks her tongue out at him saying, "And I will remind you, that I am easily four times your age!!!"

Nathan wrote:[I've decided that if you want to intimidate another player you'll have to roleplay it between yourselves]

[You can't use diplomacy on another player either. Vargon can decide for himself whether he finds you convincing]

[ooc]coolness[/ooc]

[ooc]unsure how an intimidate check would affect my play if successful, so carrying on[/ooc] The elf sits up on the bed where she had been unceremoniously thrown and glares at the burly fighter. " I am -hic!- perfectly fine! -hic!- Let me go get the last drink I ordered -hic!- and then we can d...

As cold as ice, with her dagger ready to slice at his confining grab, Irian hissingly whispers in Vargon's ear...

"Let me go..."

Disappointed, the elf thanks the barkeep, then says, " May as well keep on keeping on then. Give me whatever the best you have for the silver piece, please. As for you ..." she hisses as she turns towards Vargon and moves to avoid his grab, " I'll be damned if I'll share a room with y...

[ooc]I finally start to do something besides get plastered, and NOW you jump in to the fray???[/ooc] Turning, the elf looks at Vargon with amazement on her face. " You dare ..." she snarls towards him. " You dare tell me "enough is enough?" You are an employee of my father's...

[ooc]still no action from Vargon...carrying on[/ooc] Approximately twenty minutes later, the elf awakens. Raising her head slowly, a sharp pain pierces her skull. " urrrgh, " she mumbles to herself. Slowly opening her eyes, the stony visage of Vargon still frowns disapprovingly at her. Blu...

Glancing over at the silent, disapproving visage of Vargon, who hasn't touched a drop of wine or any other spirit, but sits next to her with his arms crossed against his chest, the elf disappointingly upturns the now empty bottle of fine elven wine. " Oh well , she mumbles to herself, " wh...

The song fills Irian with sorrow, and she steals a glance at the fighter who tails her constantly. Forbidden love , she thinks, whether forbidden through society or perception of a duty, just...stinks . Resigning herself that the music had ended, she turns her attention to her primary reason for ent...

Her mind slightly fuzzy from the bottle of fine elven wine she has already consumed, the elf looks back at the minstrel and attempts a fumbling curtsy. " I am Irian, kind sir. I came in towards the end of your performance, and would appreciate hearing more, if you would ." Trying to break ...

The wine getting the best of her senses, yet not enough to forget her frustration, Irian rises and approaches the minstrel. "Good sir, is there no way to convince you to play another set? she asks, casually flipping a gold piece into his lute-case.

Following the sound of the lute and trained voice, Irian approaches the entrance to the tavern and looks to see if it is reputable or seedy. The aura from the bard himself convinces her to enter. Looking to see if Vargon still followed [he did, damn it] she looked for a place to sit to enjoy her win...

Jaw dropping open at the answer, Irian thanks the guard but inside she is seething. No library at all? In the capital??? she wonders to herself. Frustrated beyond her endurance, Irian turns towards Vargon. " Follow me if you must, but leave me be. I am going to find a tavern, one hopefully with...

Cheeks flaming, Irian spins around and stalks out of the Hall. Outlawed? she wonders to herself. My magick is a gift from the g-ds, one I was born with, not blessed with by taking vows. How in the world could you "outlaw" an innate gift? Striding down the grand steps back to street level, ...

[ooc]...somehow, I knew that was coming...[/ooc] Lifting her head high, the elven maid stared at the clerk, her eyes starting to snap angrily, but everything else held in check. Her tone dropping to an emotionless whisper, she asks him, [still Diplomacy, and perhaps Sense Motive now as well, to see ...

Vargon noticed the sneaky movements of Irian... she's trying again to avoid his vigilance... Vargon decides to follow her but after few minutes the elf seems to spot him. Since he was caught , he decides simply to follow her at a distance, winking at her when she looks to him. Once she's in the HQ ...

The elven sorcerer slipped into the ornate building as surreptitiously as she could. She had found wandering in the vicinity of Scragnoth an eye opening experience over the past few days, and was cherishing what she learned of Vargon during their time together. But, at times the presence of the figh...

*curtsies*

"Then I thank you, sir."

Looking at Vargon and the others, the elf indicates she is ready to continue on, following the dark man they were just introduced to. "Is everyone else ready to continue on?" she asks.

*bowing* "Hail, Arthur. I am Irian, and the others with me are Xavier, Vargon, and Brother Charn," the elf said as she indicated the appropriate party member while naming them. "I for one am glad of someone familiar with Scragnoth and the surrounding area to be joining us. We took not...