Curse

balmung · Jun 25, 2005, 04:32 AM // 04:32

Lord Balmung of the Azure Skies
Lawful Good - Paladin

Now alot of people in this inn I would say are from the parts by the looks of them. However i was from a distant land, a stranger to these parts. To some I bet this weather is even cold, Ha!, this feels like summer to me. Where I am from it is always cold, so cold it even chills your soul. Not many would dare to even venture near there.

But I can see as i enter this tavern that I am not the only misfit. There are a few with distinguishing marks like my own, one guy has a fire in his eyes and I mean a real fire. My pupils are silver, ever heard of that? Me neither except on manners of dragons, but how could I be related to a dragon? Shrugs the thought away and gets back to the people in the bar. The dwarvish looking bartender is just starring, gazing into my strange eyes, no doubt he is curious about my feather cape that i've had since I can remember, infact I would almost say it is apart of me because i have never been able to remove it, either by some strange will or because it really is apart of me, I do not know.

I am only hear in search of this Hall of Heroes, rumors in my guild, the Hounds of Creegus, say that one could win favor of the Gods there. Perhaps I can find out my past, who my parents are by gaining the favor of these distant Gods. Maybe they will reveal some truth to me, that I have so longed for. It has been long since our own Creegus has smiled upon our guild, we know not where he went. Perhaps these distant gods may know this as well.

Omnipotens Vir · Jun 27, 2005, 06:14 PM // 18:14

The great wooden doors parted once more, allowing passage for Omnipotens Vir. He entered the inn proudly yet cautiously, and removed his wyvern helmet, revealing long, black, ruffled hair, and a stern complexion. His careful footsteps brought about a slight echo, contrasting to the claw tappings of his stalker, whom was loyally by his side, purring amiably.

He appeared valiant, yet tired from what one can only surmise was a grand expedition, with many battles; a magnificant bow and a hefty, glistening long sword were protruding from the rear pouches of his armour, afterall.

The surrounding congregation glanced at Vir curiously, but they received no gesture in return, for he was determindely staring a hole into the floor, stroking his contented stalker.

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Was that any good?

Space for Rent · Jun 28, 2005, 08:32 AM // 08:32

The tavern doors creaked open as a lady arrived war-torn and worn out she appeared as she approached the bar for something to soothe her battle wounds. Many days have passed since she had seen a friendly face minus the stalker which was by her side of course.
She asked the bartender "How about a drink?"
"What'll it be?" the bartender replied.
"Something to get my fires back to ablaze would be nice!" Space replied.
"I got just the thing" the bartender said with a hearty laugh.
He filled up a glass and placed on the bar counter and without hesitation she slammed back the glass full of ale and casually placed it back onto the countertop.
The bartender asked "Thats a might big gulp for a lady of your size."
Space replied "And a mighty big thirst I had for an ale of that flavor." she retorted with a smile.
"By the way I am tired and worn out from this trip I had would you happen to have a Space For Rent for me and my little cat here."
"No problem" he said. "Third room up and too the right will do you find my friend."
Space thanked the bartender for his time and through a couple coins on the bar as she walked away. The bartender stuttered. "Hey I never got your name?" She glanced back at the bartender and said in a raspy tone "Space For Rent be my name and this here stalker goes by the name of Renters Insurance." As she started up the stairs she looked back and beckoned her friendly cohort as they walked up to the room and closed the door the bartender just chuckled and said to himself. "Well I guess any lady with a name like that must of had a tough trip here."

Ristaron · Jul 05, 2005, 04:39 AM // 04:39

((OOC: We're going to need a new door, that one is sure to fall off its hinges soon.))

Comfortably seated in a private settle in the back of the tavern, Ristaron scanned the place again with dark midnight eyes from beneath a deep hood. His contact had not hinted any time for the meeting, Ristaron had been sitting in the same place all day.
And all night as well most likely, he thought. The stocky bartender came around once more, eyeing Ristaron crudely again. Though the shadows hid the man's features, the bartender still sensed secrecy from the traveller. The worn cloak, the leather gloves he wore, the grass-stained clothes he wore - no doubt overtop a padded-leather cuirass. The most puzzling, and potentially disturbing part of the stranger were the whisps of dull white hair visible beneath the hood, in the dying light of a candle on the round table before the man.
"Another ale, sir?" the pubmaster asked.
"No, thank you", Ristaron replied quietly. The three mugs he had emptied since arrival sat lonesomely on the oak table. "May I inquire as to the time?" he added after the bartender, who turned.
"Dusk is nearly gone, I reckon it's nearly ten."
"Thank you. Has anybody come asking for Goloth?"
Ristaron had asked this upon arrival, the answer remained the same.
"No, not to my knowledge."
"Thank you", Ristaron said again. The stocky man turned to leave again, but turned back to the weathered Ranger.
"Just so ye haven't fergotten, sir, yer room is on the second floor, end of the hall, to the right."
"Yes, thank you."
Shifting to remain comfortable in the rounded benched nook, Ristaron placed his feet on the chair across from the table, the back of it to the pub.
"So, you are here."
Ristaron lifted his eyes to see the face of the newcommer. The man slid into the settle and sat on the bench.
"Do you have it?" the voice was thin, but determined. Ristaron produced a coin from the inside of his cloak, and lay it on the table casually. The other man slowly reached out and grabbed it. After examining it for several moments, pouring over the details for any discrepancy, he took a small pouch from the inside of his cloak, and tossed it at the Ranger. Catching it deftly from the air with a gloved hand, Ristaron opened the bag a small crack, and closed it, satisfied with the contents.
"One thing before you go", Ristaron said, seeing the man about to slide out and away. "Where did you get this?"
"The artifact's origins are unimportant to me, I am only the middle-man." The man caught his breath as he felt a dangerously sharp scimitar trace his neck.
"You and I both know that's not true", Ristaron whispered, his voice hot like poison. "I want to know where you obtained the piece."
The man considered it for a few moments before he whispered two words.
"The catacombs."

Removing the scimitar from the man's neck, Ristaron bade him leave.
As this occured, a brawl broke out in another part of the tavern, and Ristaron decided it was time to call it a night. Silently slipping up the stairs beside the secluded seating area he had occupied all day, Ristaron made his way down the hall and to the room on the right, number forty-five. Unlocking it with his golden key, labelled appropriately, he closed and locked the oak portal behind him.
Then he threw down his hood for the first time since the morning when he set off, letting his long white hair free, contrasting the dark ebon skin that covered his body. From these markings alone, anyone could distinguish him as a mountainfolk, a race living in the foothills of the South Shiverpeaks, as well as camps high in the mountains and several cities in the jungles below them, on the opposing side of the high-planed Kingdom of Ascalon.
A race of warlike reputation, Ristaron travelled in secrecy all over the kingdom.

((OOC: I know the look is kind of conned off the 'Drow', but really, the mountainfolk are otherwise entirely my creation

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Symeon · Feb 11, 2006, 12:06 PM // 12:06

ooc: *bump*

Yeah I was just looking a long way back and thought...this is a cool thread...

As well as writing in the Bio thread, to create a kind of roleplaying community here you could introduce yourselves at this inn.

Ok?

/ooc

Devorian · Aug 23, 2006, 04:53 AM // 04:53

Devorian strode into the tavern and brushed the dust from his his cloak. After his journey in the wilds he felt that a nice dwarven ale would cool his parched throat. He looked around the room at the eclectic variation of people that sat there, he noticed several rather dark and shifty looking charcters, a person sitting with three attractive girls in the back corner, a ranger at the bar drinking water with overpriced dry ice at his feet, and a small 8 year old child asking for beer. Devorian gave the group a last glance over and turned and left, perhaps some nice all natural water from a mountain stream far away from here would suit him just fine.

doinchi · Aug 23, 2006, 07:36 AM // 07:36

Doinchi Icewind
Dervish/Necromancer

Doinchi Icewind strode into the dark and damp inn. A young man's dark face was just visible under a midnight black cowl. He carried a scythe made of a metal so black it seemed like a hole in the universe. He seemed to chill the air he walked through. He was no doubt Elonian, an exiled Elonian to be more specific. He did not care. No doubt Elonia would need him again in troubled times like these. He smiled, for the first time in weeks, at this thought. He ordered a stout from the barmaid and found himself a seat in the corner and began observe the inn's unique patrons. As the barmaid served the man's stout she could'nt help but notice the odd markings on the scythes blade, they were a language she had seen in ancient tombs that her father once showed her. Almost as if he realised, Doinchi Icewind hid the scythes blade and smiled.

RAMONES RULE!!!! · Sep 12, 2006, 12:01 PM // 12:01

Drake pushed silently through the doors of the dilapidatded old tavern, his heavy, dusty platemail boots creaking on the old boards. every eye instantly turned to this newcomer taking his battle- scarred armor and tatterd cloak, summit axe, prised from the dead fingers of the stone summit king himself, hanging at the ready, the blood stains all to obvious and the massive longbow slung on his back with a quiver full of broad tipped arrows right next to it. but most of all they noticed the grusome but wonderous necklace around his neck, it was made from the trophies of the most fearsome beasts and men he had faced and killed: the teeth of bonfaz burntfur, a dragon fang from glint herself and the twisted heart of a skeletal dragon.

he walked slowly to a table where he could put his back to the wall and wrapped removed his helmet revealing his long black hair and peircing eyes of deep blue. looking to make an example of this newcomer, a drunk guard by the name of alphaeus drew big brute sword and, egged on by his fellow guards, advanced on the stranger. seeing what alphaeus comming towards him, drake drew his long hunting knife from its sheath and laied down his bow.

alphaeus charged and drake caught the massive sword with the edge of hi knife sending the bewildered alphues reeling towards the far wall. drake spun and in one quick manouver threw the knife across the room and hit alphaeus hilt first in the head cracking his skull and putting him out cold. enraged by the newcomers audacity alphaeus's friends drew their own weapons and rushed at drake.

cooly drake drew his summit axe and turned to face the onrushing guards. he hit the first one in the side witha wide side hand cut to the chest, blood spurted along his axe , and he hit the next one with a lighting fast overhand to the head, knocking him unconcious, he came at the last one pounding his defence with a flurry of deadly blows finally breaking through and severing his head.

with all eyes on him again he trned and walked out of the bar and onto the next town, and never did he one look back.

Ron vo · Sep 15, 2006, 01:42 AM // 01:42

He was twirling his daggers with such ease as if to impress the gamblers sitting at the table,he looked on with no expression at the inn door awaiting his next client,the door has burst open like a blast furface a shadowy firgure stepped in with a mask,Reno Strike,one of the many Luxon rangers that dropped from the imperial army,he was the in the top regament one of most elite positions in the army,he was retired due to his lack of taking orders from superiors,The assassins accomplice in a way. He walked toward the assassin,his face showing more as he approached him.The assassin looked up to him as if to know him for years
"So Reno..."he said coldly,"How did the recon go? spy any kurzick dogs or merchants?My daggers are getting rusty from the lack of combat"."Shindo...*sigh*" he said with a deep breath,"You know we cant kill the merchants for the hell of it,its not right...besides it would be a waste of time"
Shindo responded quickly"Just like the conversation?just like this JOB?"he said it harsh but in a quiet voice."No shindo...this job is all we can get until those kurzicks get more jade in from the excavations at the quarry."Reno was the more informed of the two in terms of the commerce amoung the luxons.
"Jade quarry has been slow since those heroes all went to aspendwood,"he flung his dagger mid-air"BUT WE NEED A JOB NOW BEFORE WE END UP ON THE STREETS LIKE THOSE BEGGARS"he caught it and stabbed in onto the table startling all the gamblers.
"..."with no expression reno passed a small peice of paper slightly damp of the rain,he slipped it across the table to shindo.
Shindo's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost"Is this?...."
"Yes"Reno said"Are you ready for this?"
Shindo grasped his daggers with fury in his eyes"Born ready my friend"He looked outside past reno...

Prepare for more...would like some replies please

Kate · Sep 18, 2006, 02:16 PM // 14:16

Her silver armour glinted in the moonlight, her cape blowed behind her, her Scepter firmly in her hand...

She was attacked from behind by an assassin, she smirked at him and he was knocked off his feet by a blazing fireball...

She rolled her eyes and walked towards the inn, before she was jumped by a whole group of different proffessions, she used her fire to cast a blazing inferno around her, and sent a scorching phoenix after them, but the foe's elementalists put out her fire...

She swore under her breath and it wasn't long before she was bleeding, a large deep cut across her stomach, she was mugged...

She dragged herself to the door of the inn and collapsed there, knocking once before she did...

Minus Sign · Sep 19, 2006, 03:26 AM // 03:26

"Warmer than Yak's Bend," Minus mumbled to himself as he squeezed through the window. The door was in such steady use, the window seemed prefferable. Besides, what fun was life when you took the path most travelled?

Sitting on the mantle--careful not to catch his feet on fire with the roaring blaze below--he pulled out a single coin and began flipping it with idle care, waiting for the serving wench to notice and serve him.

It wouldn't take too long he hoped. There were hours to go before the night grew too long, and a days fighting ahead to cure any hangover.

(OOC=Out of Character right?)

Kate · Sep 19, 2006, 08:06 AM // 08:06

(OOC: Yes)

Queenie · Sep 19, 2006, 01:44 PM // 13:44

The sea was calm and gentle, the boat swayed side to side but maintaining course. She sat there looking out to sea huming a sweet melody. The moon hung low casting a silver reflection on the sea. The boat moved gently to the dock and she climbed off the boat thanking the captain. The streets were bright and people were out and about, merchants were offering all they had to the passerbyers, the yaks groaned and complaid, she smiled and walked down the busy street. She spotted an Inn and quickend her pace, it was getting abit cold.
She enterd the inn, all kind of proffesions were there chatting and laughing away she noticed a few paladins having an armwrestle she giggled and sat herself down and orderd an ale.

frozen_pain · Mar 28, 2007, 01:24 AM // 01:24

alias: Richard
location: U.S
level: beginner

new to this game. got it less than a month ago. playing Guild Wars: Faction

Storm Crow · Mar 28, 2007, 02:29 AM // 02:29

(Boredom, sheer boredom)

She sighed, pushing her hair back slightly and settling further into a slouch on her stool at the bar. Nothing happened here much anymore, but that was fine with her, she esteemed the old place. She spun her mug around by the handle, smiling lightly and laughing a bit.

"'Ello, miss." A pretty little woman with her brunette locks tied back in plaits started, a smile perched upon her lips. Her accent was slightly Deldrimorian, as if she'd spent a bit too much time around the Dwarves. She sounded tired. "Can I gitchyou anythin'?"

"What's you're strongest?" The woman on the opposite side of the bar asked, turning her head up to look at the barrels beneath the bar.

"That'll be our dark ale, I'm sure you won't be wantin' to be drinkin' that at this time ah night."

"No, I'll take whatever's the weaker below that."

The waitress shook her head, exhaling and casting her eyes to the floor. She took the mug and filled it up again. setting it back on the bar and taking the twelve gold peices that had been laid there. The woman thanked her before taking a gulp and sliding off the stool, walking toward the set of stairs behind her.

"Don't be staying up too late, Lyssie." The woman called back to the barmaid, smiling.

"Oh, dunchyou be worryin' 'bout that, now. Head off to bed, yerself, miss."

"I'll bring this back to you in the morning, then." She raised her glass.

"I'll leave a place for it, miss."

"Thanks. Good night, Lyssie."

"You, too, miss."

She continued on up the stairs, treading lightly over the cracks in the old floorboards. Lyssie was a nice girl. She deserved much more than to work for a few measly pieces of gold in an inn that hardly anyone visited anymore.

doinchi · Mar 28, 2007, 12:47 PM // 12:47

((OOC)) Can we introduce a fight in the bar? Or is this strictly to introduce our RP character only.