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'''Arty:''' "Come on, Naroy! One last drink before I take my mektoubs to the stable." | '''Arty:''' "Come on, Naroy! One last drink before I take my mektoubs to the stable." | ||
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'''Naroy:''' "And whose fault is that? If you didn't like my beer so much you'd already be in Zora!" | '''Naroy:''' "And whose fault is that? If you didn't like my beer so much you'd already be in Zora!" | ||
| − | Swearing, grumbling and cursing, Arty Mac Keaggan leaves the bar and with a hesitant and unstable walk heads for the cattle shed. Naroy Ba'Dardan keeps an eye on him for a moment and then turns his attention back to his customers. | + | :''Swearing, grumbling and cursing, Arty Mac Keaggan leaves the bar and with a hesitant and unstable walk heads for the cattle shed. Naroy Ba'Dardan keeps an eye on him for a moment and then turns his attention back to his customers.'' |
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| − | Night falls slowly over Avendale. A stampede on the pontoon grabs the attention of the barman. Breathless, scratched and ragged, Arty Mac Keaggan bursts into the bar. | + | :''Night falls slowly over Avendale. A stampede on the pontoon grabs the attention of the barman. Breathless, scratched and ragged, Arty Mac Keaggan bursts into the bar.'' |
'''Naroy:''' "Arty Mac Keaggan! If you purposely went and threw yourself in a wigweed to look like that so that you could come and ask for a beer to perk you up, you wasted your time!" | '''Naroy:''' "Arty Mac Keaggan! If you purposely went and threw yourself in a wigweed to look like that so that you could come and ask for a beer to perk you up, you wasted your time!" | ||
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<div align="right"><small>— ''conversation between Naroy and Arty.''<ref>http://atys.ryzom.com/projects/puben/wiki/C_Arty_Mac_Keagan4</ref></small></div> | <div align="right"><small>— ''conversation between Naroy and Arty.''<ref>http://atys.ryzom.com/projects/puben/wiki/C_Arty_Mac_Keagan4</ref></small></div> | ||
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| + | '''Arty:''' ''"Come on, Naroy! One last drink before I take my mektoubs to the stable."'' | ||
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| + | '''Naroy:''' ''"No, Arty! You've been saying the same thing all morning, without ever leaving my bar. It's high time you left for Zora. Think of your customers!"'' | ||
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| + | '''Arty:''' ''"How cruel of you, Naroy, forcing me to go on a difficult journey when I can't even stand straight."'' | ||
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| + | '''Naroy:''' ''"And whose fault is that? If you didn't like my beer so much you'd already be in Zora!"'' | ||
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| + | Swearing, grumbling and cursing, Arty Mac Keaggan leaves the bar and with a hesitant and unstable walk heads for the cattle shed. Naroy Ba'Dardan keeps an eye on him for a moment and then turns his attention back to his customers. | ||
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| + | Night falls slowly over Avendale. A stampede on the pontoon grabs the attention of the barman. Breathless, scratched and ragged, Arty Mac Keaggan bursts into the bar. | ||
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| + | '''Naroy:''' ''"Arty Mac Keaggan! If you purposely went and threw yourself in a wigweed to look like that so that you could come and ask for a beer to perk you up, you wasted your time!"'' | ||
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| + | '''Arty:''' ''"You're no way near it, Naroy! I fell into an ambush!"'' | ||
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| + | '''Naroy:''' ''"What? Whereabouts? The surrounding area is safe."'' | ||
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| + | '''Arty:''' ''"At the Whirling Stronghold!"'' | ||
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| + | '''Naroy:''' ''"You really take me for one of your stupid animals, don't you? That outpost has been in ruins for ages."'' | ||
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| + | '''Arty:''' ''"Listen Naroy. I left a little drunk, I agree, but I still managed to get to the vortex for the Lagoons of Loria. When I got there, I was surprised to find it was nighttime. As I didn't want to travel at night in an area infested with Kipuckas, I went in the direction of the Whirling Stronghold.'' | ||
| + | ''I thought I'd find the usual ruins but, to my surprise, I collided into a barrier and fell over backwards with a crash. Then I was immediately surrounded by Matis speaking homin with a strong accent. Straight away I thought it was the Marauders everyone has been talking about so much lately. They came upon me and assaulted me and I barely managed to make a desperate escape on the rump of one of my mektoubs."'' | ||
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| + | '''Naroy:''' ''"Mauraders have taken the Whirling Stronghold? What a worry! Quickly, Arty, lets warn the Chief of the Guards!"'' | ||
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| + | <div align="right"><small>— ''conversation between Naroy and Arty.''<ref>http://atys.ryzom.com/projects/puben/wiki/C_Arty_Mac_Keagan4</ref></small></div> | ||
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==References== | ==References== | ||
Revision as of 14:36, 13 February 2010
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Arty: "Come on, Naroy! One last drink before I take my mektoubs to the stable."
Naroy: "No, Arty! You've been saying the same thing all morning, without ever leaving my bar. It's high time you left for Zora. Think of your customers!"
Arty: "How cruel of you, Naroy, forcing me to go on a difficult journey when I can't even stand straight."
Naroy: "And whose fault is that? If you didn't like my beer so much you'd already be in Zora!"
- Swearing, grumbling and cursing, Arty Mac Keaggan leaves the bar and with a hesitant and unstable walk heads for the cattle shed. Naroy Ba'Dardan keeps an eye on him for a moment and then turns his attention back to his customers.
- Night falls slowly over Avendale. A stampede on the pontoon grabs the attention of the barman. Breathless, scratched and ragged, Arty Mac Keaggan bursts into the bar.
Naroy: "Arty Mac Keaggan! If you purposely went and threw yourself in a wigweed to look like that so that you could come and ask for a beer to perk you up, you wasted your time!"
Arty: "You're no way near it, Naroy! I fell into an ambush!"
Naroy: "What? Whereabouts? The surrounding area is safe."
Arty: "At the Whirling Stronghold!"
Naroy: "You really take me for one of your stupid animals, don't you? That outpost has been in ruins for ages."
Arty: "Listen Naroy. I left a little drunk, I agree, but I still managed to get to the vortex for the Lagoons of Loria. When I got there, I was surprised to find it was nighttime. As I didn't want to travel at night in an area infested with Kipuckas, I went in the direction of the Whirling Stronghold. I thought I'd find the usual ruins but, to my surprise, I collided into a barrier and fell over backwards with a crash. Then I was immediately surrounded by Matis speaking homin with a strong accent. Straight away I thought it was the Marauders everyone has been talking about so much lately. They came upon me and assaulted me and I barely managed to make a desperate escape on the rump of one of my mektoubs."
Naroy: "Mauraders have taken the Whirling Stronghold? What a worry! Quickly, Arty, lets warn the Chief of the Guards!"
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Arty: "Come on, Naroy! One last drink before I take my mektoubs to the stable."
Naroy: "No, Arty! You've been saying the same thing all morning, without ever leaving my bar. It's high time you left for Zora. Think of your customers!"
Arty: "How cruel of you, Naroy, forcing me to go on a difficult journey when I can't even stand straight."
Naroy: "And whose fault is that? If you didn't like my beer so much you'd already be in Zora!"
Swearing, grumbling and cursing, Arty Mac Keaggan leaves the bar and with a hesitant and unstable walk heads for the cattle shed. Naroy Ba'Dardan keeps an eye on him for a moment and then turns his attention back to his customers.
Night falls slowly over Avendale. A stampede on the pontoon grabs the attention of the barman. Breathless, scratched and ragged, Arty Mac Keaggan bursts into the bar.
Naroy: "Arty Mac Keaggan! If you purposely went and threw yourself in a wigweed to look like that so that you could come and ask for a beer to perk you up, you wasted your time!"
Arty: "You're no way near it, Naroy! I fell into an ambush!"
Naroy: "What? Whereabouts? The surrounding area is safe."
Arty: "At the Whirling Stronghold!"
Naroy: "You really take me for one of your stupid animals, don't you? That outpost has been in ruins for ages."
Arty: "Listen Naroy. I left a little drunk, I agree, but I still managed to get to the vortex for the Lagoons of Loria. When I got there, I was surprised to find it was nighttime. As I didn't want to travel at night in an area infested with Kipuckas, I went in the direction of the Whirling Stronghold. I thought I'd find the usual ruins but, to my surprise, I collided into a barrier and fell over backwards with a crash. Then I was immediately surrounded by Matis speaking homin with a strong accent. Straight away I thought it was the Marauders everyone has been talking about so much lately. They came upon me and assaulted me and I barely managed to make a desperate escape on the rump of one of my mektoubs."
Naroy: "Mauraders have taken the Whirling Stronghold? What a worry! Quickly, Arty, lets warn the Chief of the Guards!"
