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[merchantprince]

Who: Varric and maybe even you.
Broadcast: Communication is pretty spotty, but you're welcome to pick up the occasional words/phrases.
Action: Anyone on the way-station
When: Early January? I'm not looking for a specific date, just 'before he goes to the forest'.

[Varric appears to have an enthralled audience in this restaurant. He's got some Floot Loops cocktail thing in one hand, with a cute little fruity straw, and he's gesturing wildly with the other hand while he describes something or another. There are more drinks and plenty more food on the table behind him.]

—and then the thing exploded! Right in her face! She just reached up and wiped the blood across her nose, like facepaint. The rest of them turned tail and fled. Why the hell would they stay? Their leader was dead, and they had a pretty pissed-off mage wearing its blood like a damned war trophy.

The rest of that's in my book. Tale of the Champion. I don't want to spoil the whole thing for you all, so you'll have to wait until I find a publishing company out here. I'll take suggestions. And donations.

[He sips his drink. The aliens appear to be clearing out, however reluctantly.]

[ooc: Come have a drink! Or... a non alcoholic drink... with Varric.]

Comments

[got_it_memorized]

[Axel has been listening from a bit of a distance, lingering near the table, a bottle of Floot Loops citrus ale in one hand. It's really sweet... good thing he likes sweet. This Varric guy is quite the storyteller, it seems. How interesting. He wonders how much of it is true and how much is embellishment.

[When the story ends and turns into a sales pitch, Axel can't help but grin. He really likes something about his style. Approaching from the side, he grabs a nearby chair and spins it around to sit backwards, folding his arms over the back and grinning.]

Quite a story. Seems like you've seen a lot of interesting stuff. Do you go looking for trouble or does it just find you?

[catamite]

[by the way the shrimp of an elf stands from his seat to give a hearty round of applause, he's already a few Floot Loops deep into the drink menu.]

That was great!

[and then he just invites himself over, now that the story is finished, flouncing across the room with drink in hand.]

Man, I had no idea that dwarves would be such good writers.

[onlyanapple]

[Where there is drink, Crowley can be found. He's currently enjoying some Floot Loops wine. Or, rather, as close to 'enjoying' as one can get when the drink tastes like it was designed to take out diabetics in one fell swoop. He;s been idly listening to the dwarf talk, swilling the concoction in his glass.]

Maybe you should get it sponsored by Floot Loops. They'd probably fill it with ads, but sometimes you have to make sacrifices like that.

[wilder]

[He came on the waystation for a drink, and partly just to get away from the ship for a bit. It really just so happened to be the one that Varric was giving his story. He sat in one of the backtables, listening in. He has a melon flavored drink in his hands- it's not too bad, at least compared to the kerosene-crap they've had the past few months]

[He'll wait until the crowds start to clear before speaking up]

Heh- sure is nice to know you can go to any part of the universe and still nothing draws a crowd like something grossly exploding.

[blindoptimism]

[Nunnally had her chair parked near the entrance of the restaurant. The entire place had a bit of an adult vibe to it, and she didn't want to intrude... But when she heard the first part of Varric's tale, she couldn't help but want to linger by the doorway and listen to the rest. As the crowd disperses, she waits near the entrance for a bit before rolling her chair towards the dwarf]

That was a wonderful story. It was very thrilling!