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Johann Kaltgeboren- Cobra! wrote:

Johann watches Anabelle sway around, but he soon loses interest.

It was fun, but she was no Tringelda, nor what I imagine Rapunzel to be. Ah! To have a deeper connection... something that really gets the heart racing. Curse that Fox for seducing the proper and beautiful Dame from Deutschland with his honeyed words. Mmmmmmm.... honey.

Johann has had enough of Anabelle. With a mischievous grin, he turns into a the 20 ft long emperor cobra and slithers towards the dancing Anabelle, wrapping around her and hisses in her ear.

As Cobra Johann coils around her, she goes pale as a ghost, and shrieks!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!

Fainting, she collapses limply in Johann’s scaly coils!


Another of the wenches at the local tavern has taken to Johann’s great appetite for honeyed mead and adventure, and after crawling out of his bed that morning, goes about her tasks at Palazzo D’Borja, sweeping and scrubbing, but she does so with dance-like moves aimed at enticing the shapeshifter...


A serving wench massages Johann’s shoulders as she listens to his stories of bravery...

Oh Signor Johann, i tuoi muscoli sono così grandi![

Italian:
Oh Mister Johann! Your muscles are so big!


Wench Anabelle serves the adventurers their meals and drinks, favoring Johann with a wink and a smile as she sets down a large clay pot of honey before him, along with warm loaves of bread, a hunk of white cheese, a leg of lamb, and a frothy flagon of beer...

In Italian: Enjoy, good sirs! I will be right back to make sure all is to your liking!

The lovely lass dashes off to serve other patrons, leaving the adventurers to their repast...


Wench Anabelle, well accustomed by now to the unusual spectacle of the dancing dire weasel and three blindfolded mouse minstrels, continues to take the adventurers' orders...

To Johann, she says in Italian: Oh, my! You are a very big fellow! I'd best bring your food quickly, and in goodly portions, lest you try to eat me! She winks playfully at the hulking skinwalker, adding: Not sure what it is, but I feel that I should also bring you a jar of honey...


With her golden blond hair worn in a bun atop her head, green and flirtatious eyes, the olive complexion of the Mediterranean, and a comely face and shapely figure, the wench approaches the motley crew seated at the big round table with the window view of Isola Tiberina, smiling to conceal her curiosity... Apparently, she is not accustomed to serving bear-men or fox-men... Or perhaps the tall, lanky figure with slightly glowing eyes and what might be ram horns barely hidden under a cowl is what piques her curiosity...

In Italian: Um... Welcome to the Dancing Weasel, goodly sirs! I am Anabelle, at your service! What can I bring for you?


William Striker wrote:

Once William has said his farewell to Champion he spends sometime bonding with Whelm he mounts up and heads back to The Boar's Head to meet up with his friends.

Whelm snorts angrily all through being saddled and mounted but after some calming words and friendly pats from Will he begins to calm down.

William shows up at the inn to find his party as departed. He Walks up to the first pretty barmaid he sees. "Do you know where my companions have gone? Their a ragtag bunch. A Creepy fellow in a cloak, a chinaman, an Irish fellow, and a few others."

I'm back for the weekend then heading off again for the next week.

Aye, m'lord, they went to the Tower....


Alphonse Veritas wrote:

"Alphonse, sir. Alphonse Veritas."

"I never knew you could be so persuasive, Paddy."

hahaha! Bullfinch'll be changing 'is pantaloons, I'll wager! I'm certain 'e shat 'imself when this 'ansome Irishman leaned on 'im! Heehee!! Well done, Paddy!


Haha!! Bloody good show! 'Ansome and bold! I think I might be fallin' in love!


Acknowledging Sir Godfrey with a curt curtsey, Wench Anabelle smiles apologetically at Alphonse and whispers to him: Just ignore this bloody arse.... 'E ain't worth your trouble, 'ansome....

To Sir Godfrey: Aye, at once, m'lord! A carafe of our best red, and four tankards of our best ale, comin' right up!

Anabelle rushes off to get the rude dandy and his men their drinks....


Seeing the potential trouble brewing between Sir Godfrey Bullfinch's company and Alphonse of The Lusty Fools, Anabelle hurries over and tries to diffuse the situation by urging Alphonse to let the matter go and return to his seat....

To Alphonse, taking hold of his arm flirtatiously: Come, 'ansome! Why don't you sit back down, an' let me bring ye a fresh tankard on the house!


The pretty blond wench finds The Lusty Fools at their table in the common room, sets down a tankard of ale before each of them, and then favors Alphonse with a lusty grin and wink....

Anything else I can bring for your table, my 'ansome lord? Or any other services I could provide, especially for you?, leaning closer to Alphonse to show off her ample cleavage....


Mercy, look at this thirsty an' 'ansome lot o' big, strappin' lads! I'll 'ave a tankard for each of ya in but a moment, m'lads.... 'Ave a seat where e'er ye please!

The pretty young wench winks at Alphonse and dashes off to fill tankards for The Lusty Fools....