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6/9/2020 8:32:15 PM
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*Throws a mug of ale at the bard*
He seemed way too happy...
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The bard attempts to catch the mug but is not successful. The ale mug hits his head and spills on him. “How rude!” He says quite robotically.
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"The rude part was your abhorrent performance!" Bucky yells back, words slurred by a long night of drinking.
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“Well we all have our right to our own opinions.”
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"You have wronged me, BARD! Take that weapon of yours and fight me! Honor demands it!" *Sloppily rips a dull scimitar from a dusty scabbard*
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The wood elf smirks for a little bit before turning his face turns neutral. He changes his voice to fit a more fancy dialogue. “Thou hath challenged my honor? Well I shan’t tolerate thee fowl speech.” He draws his rapier “come to thy stage and face me in a noble duel.”
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Bucky growls in response. He grabs a dwarf's ale and quickly downs it before leaping at the elven bard, screaming a drunken war cry
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*The dwarf, Dain Dunnaxe, because I think there are only 2 dwarfs in all of offtopic, flares at you.* “Ey, That was me mug. No matter how drunk ye are, he ain’t gotta’ be takin’ a dwarfs mug!”
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“Whoa. A crossover. I loved crossovers” the Bard says with delight.
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A drunken Bucky gets to his feet and glares at the dwarf. "I don't care what you have to say little man."
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The bard gracefully moves to the side. He points his sword at the drunk. “Prepare thyself for thy sting of my cold blade.”
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"You move with grace and speak quite formally, but how do you handle the strength of a soldier and a killer?" Bucky dashes forward, arcing his scimitar at the elf's stomach
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“A soldier! Good sir you are a drunk! Thy will not hit me even hit me!”
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"You are a confident one, fool. You shall pay with your blood!"
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“You do speak but doth you support those claims. Doth thee even know how to fight?”
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"Of course I know how to fight you...you...." The sword tumbles from his hand as he falls to the floor unconscious from the alcohol.
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“Well it seems you cannot even hold your drink let alone your weapon.” He says before sighing in relief. “Hope he realized that was a act.”
