The Traveler

1. The Traveler

   #1

   A tall man with a large cloak coplete with hood walks into the Citadel and takes a seat at the bar. "Wine please." He says in a slow transelvaninyan (pardon the spelling) actsent. He looks up but all you see is the shade of the iside of his cloak. He grabs up the wine and slowly drinks it down and then walks off to the corner leaving to gold coins by the drink one spinning like a top.

2. The Traveler

   #2

   A young mage steps, carrying a staff. She glances around. "Hello there, newcomer. Welcome to the Citadel. My name is Siren."

3. The Traveler

   #3

   "Well met." said the traveler from the corner. "Call me Blue...tho...thats a little vague call me what ever you all decide on it matters none to me."

4. The Traveler

   #4

   "BBBBBLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
   
   How the heck are you?
   
   Get out of the shadows and have a 'real' drink. We don't let anybody slink around here, as soon as you enter you become a friend so put back your hood and have some food and be merry with us!!"
   
   Normally the statements wouldn't be so unusual except they are coming from the lips of an antlered squirrel.

5. The Traveler

   #5

   Blue laughs from the corner and walks out. "how could I refuse a squirles offer, yes yes wheres this real drink?" Said blue while pulling back his hood showing his chalk white skin.

6. The Traveler

   #6

   *a large elf walks in, seeing the newcommer he turns to the person on his left*
   "someone needs to get a bit more sun!"

7. The Traveler

   #7

   From the far corner spoke up a reclusive individual. "Well, for the moment we have sake and my favorite ale, but, if you are here long enough, a drunkin pirate penguin will join us and offer you his best grog."
   
   A mound of gold, silver, white, and grey hair- seemingly endless- covers the head of an elder sage; save that of a large round nose and a well worn pipe.
   
   "I, strom, keeper of useless knowledge, welcome you."

8. The Traveler

   #8

   D'ARR!!!
   
   A veritable avalanche of dust and straw come crashing down as a penguin, curiously dressed in a ridiculous pirate costume, complete with giant feather plume, tattered jacket, wooden toy sword, and rose-colored goggles, comes crashing through the ceiling. "Yarr! I be Cap'n Penguin!" he shouts, tossing Blue a frosty mug of foamy, salty, green grog. "Welcome teh' th' Citadel!"

9. The Traveler

   #9

   "Ha...the sun my freind why would I want that?" he said with a smile showing his unusualy sharp teeth. *sniffs grog* "hmm" *tastes grog* "not bad I say..."

10. The Traveler

    #10

    "Ha, ha ha," laughed the elder sage.
    
    "He likes it. He really likes it."

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