Post by K Man on May 6, 2005 14:55:53 GMT -5
{Alright, still waiting on Elxethan...no response in a crucial part. If I don't hear from him soon, I'm going to have to forfeit his portion in his campaign.}
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Londo and Graak - The remainder of the trip is slower, held up by the course of the night enveloping all in an ebony blanket, but you do make your way into Emyrean.
The streets are all but dead, save for a few trickling drunkards that stagger to places uknown. Most of the inns and taverns you pass are boarded up, sealed tight with nothing more aside from a small slip of parchment on the doors. All papers point to the same strange messages you've been receiving from Drop'Gar.
A man named Arturick seems to own everything in this town that remotely deals with entertainment.
The closer you get to the center of town, the more prominent the drunkards become. They stagger about, hooting and hollering in an inebriated state. They thicken like the outer leaves on a tree as you reach the center until you spot it.
Arturick's...
A gawdy tall building that reeks of both sweat and sex. Half-dressed woman stagger out of the building on the arms of even more staggered men...and even other woman. Ale flows freely as do the lewd suggestions. More than once, Londo and yourself are cast quizzical glances...and inquiry as to whether you're interested in their services.
You have no sign of Drop'Gar or Elxethan...
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Drop'Gar - Hanging about...
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Londo and Graak - The remainder of the trip is slower, held up by the course of the night enveloping all in an ebony blanket, but you do make your way into Emyrean.
The streets are all but dead, save for a few trickling drunkards that stagger to places uknown. Most of the inns and taverns you pass are boarded up, sealed tight with nothing more aside from a small slip of parchment on the doors. All papers point to the same strange messages you've been receiving from Drop'Gar.
A man named Arturick seems to own everything in this town that remotely deals with entertainment.
The closer you get to the center of town, the more prominent the drunkards become. They stagger about, hooting and hollering in an inebriated state. They thicken like the outer leaves on a tree as you reach the center until you spot it.
Arturick's...
A gawdy tall building that reeks of both sweat and sex. Half-dressed woman stagger out of the building on the arms of even more staggered men...and even other woman. Ale flows freely as do the lewd suggestions. More than once, Londo and yourself are cast quizzical glances...and inquiry as to whether you're interested in their services.
You have no sign of Drop'Gar or Elxethan...
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Drop'Gar - Hanging about...
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