O.K., after they have us banished from the original thread, let us see, if we can continue our conversation in another pub!
I rather have a drink in a pub then a library 
Cheers
[CAN WE HAVE SOME MORE ALE OVERHERE!]
now were was I? o yes I was going to have that drink and tell you all how my claymore drank of the blood of the Yeti a lesser awanseheg of the white witches kin. O and i was going to congratulate lord Eldred on his allience. A noble group indeed
o and this time i hope i am in the right place:)
YES SIR! have a ([_] from me!
::Out of character to Ariadne, I had at first moved the other thread here. Then I was going to prune the junk posts from within it. In doing so I seem to have erased the whole post…oops::
::Lord Eldred looks around confused:: I could swear something very strange just happened. I can’t exactly say what it was but I don’t really remember anything that I have said or done in the last two hours.
::Looks down at his glass of Spiderfell wine and says:: It must be the wine.
::Dumps it out on the floor and says:: Bartender bring me some of that dwarven meade and bring everyone else a drink and put it on my tab.
Orginally posted by marcum uth mather
now were was I? o yes I was going to have that drink and tell you all how my claymore drank of the blood of the Yeti a lesser awanseheg of the white witches kin. O and i was going to congratulate lord Eldred on his allience. A noble group indeed
See it is not just me! Perhaps the drink is getting to Marcum as well! Thank you marcum for the compliment!
Smiles at Lord Eldred
Horrid drink, this spiderwine! In my opinion you should get your money back!! Well, try a ([_] , a honey mead or a “normal” blood wine instead! Might be, you have a less headache then, but to loose all memory of the last hours is not the right way, I think. You should always drink as much, as you can continue fighting afterwards!
May be, we where too loud in the last pub, so we’re here now! No difference, if here is enough to drink too!! Umm, who pays now?
turns to marcum uth mather
Yes, you was telling your tale at last. I like tales about such monsters. You can’t know enough of these rare ones. To kill always goblins and gnolls is a little bit boring after a time…
Honey mead and bloodwine it is then!
Barkeep all the drinks are on my tab for the rest of the evening!
continues talking to Lord Eldred
By the way, if you have lost your whole memory, do you remember me? We have met in this last pub, but not previously.
To help you. I’m Ariadne al-Chian, high priestess of the Chosen of Khirdai. My home country is Aftane and I’m in Anuire in the moment to find other orders devoted to Khirdai. I’ll try to create a better communication between these, but I’m very pleased to have met you, my Lord.
O a tale about monsters thrill you do they my lady? well this on is by no means a normal one at all! he stood 12 feet tall and had a breath that would chill the blood of the gorgon!
: turns to serving maid when one walks by:
a sweet mead if you would my lass, my cup seems to be dry:
Now were was I …O yes telling you about myself. I am Marcum Uth Mather, a jarl from the northlands. Our gods are the same and I am traveling south to find the men who killed my friend in the sucsession wars in Helscappa. O and mabey you could help me as I seem to have aquired the ability to randomly change into a grizzly bear!!! i cant control it!!!
You are the victim of a curse? If so, be sure, that I can help you!
Tis it a curse or be it a disease. I have heard of a disease called lycanthorpy that would have that effect on you. The Abbess should also have the power to cure you from such disease! It would probably cost you a sermon and a drink though.
Isn’t lycanthropy a curse and a disease? If so, I have the power to cure it too…
Naturally a drink isn’t that wrong to chew this information down…
nay it sould not be a curse…I hope! After smitting the yeti his final blow I was enveloped in a strange light. next thing I know all my hair falls out exept my beard. And when I get mad I turn into a bear.
Very strange, indeed… And no bear bite you?
(Out of character: If your problem is to be a Rjurik Shapechanger, even a very high level priest can’t help you, I fear)
: out of carector it’s on of my dooms:
alas there is nothing to do about it but pray! But to much meloncoly deprives a drink of its spirits so lets ([_] up and enjoy the day!!!
I hope, it’s your only doom, but in this it seems, that I can’t help you by this. If you have others, let us try to remove the rest…
A thought… could it be to remove a curse, then if that doesn’t work I might have
to observe a change.
Please take heart in knowing that I would put your story to music so that all could learn from your plight. With a happy twist perhaps? This pleases most crowds more than a melancholy tale…