Reindeer Mountain Pass Tavern Bar & Grill [[Open]]

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!Reindeer's Mountain Pass Tavern Bar & Grill!

~You are walking through a seemingly endless forest, looking for a place to rest. Going up, always going up even as the tall Apache pine trees slowly dwindle in number. Your breath escapes you in little puffs of clouds, guiding you up and on as they dissipate. Even that task is notably challenging, the air losing it's share of life-granting oxygen. You left the small valley town of Atilan at dawn, yet night is falling and your destination still out there, somewhere, and winter is coming (sorry, couldn't help it)...

Ah ha! Smoke! A snowflake kisses your cheek as you pick up the pace. Between the few trees, off in the distance, you spy a dark gargantuan shape amid the descending darkness. The falling snow takes its lead from you, transitioning from lazy drift to eagerly hugging your body. Within 15 minutes you've arrived.

The first thing you notice is the signs. A clearing circles the lone two-story building, man made by the evidence of stumps here and there. The tavern itself looks comely enough. Completely constructed of the surrounding pine, the building appears just as big as it did 20 minutes ago, with wide double doors set in the face. On each side are two sets of windows, letting out dim light through snow encrusted glass planes. There's not much more detail to be picked out from outside, and with the last of the dying at your back, you go inside.

Wood. That is your first impression. Everything is made of the mountain's pine. And it's beautiful. Inside you can see stairs leading upward in the back, as well as another set leading down and a back door next to them. In the basement there is a gym full of fairly modern equipment, but in the center of the vast room there is a large, crudely drawn ring. The arena, where real fights are fought. You head back up the stairs, wondering if you'll be in that ring. Probably. On the far wall you can see a large bar, and a wall behind it aligned with bottles of all sorts, including some questionable substances you have never seen before, and a door leading to the kitchen. To the far left there is a stage and to the right a mechanical bull. And the tables. There are six large, round tables with six chairs to each. Located in the middle of the large room, you'll get to know your fellow patrons pretty well.
You decide to go and look around the back, coming to an extension to the main tavern, apparently where the inn part is located. Behind the inn you notice a large open-air bath divided into a men's section and women's section. Behind the bath is a smaller one labeled co-ed. You make your way back to the front.
*Ring me!*
There's a crude brass bell on the bar counter. With a cruder little sign. You might want to ring it.~

Hello and welcome to the Reindeer's Mountain Pass Tavern. Reindeer Pass for short. This is a bar/inn were weary travelers can come to rest, take refuge, or even make a home. Never been here before? Jump right in. Returning after years of self-imposed exile? We'll remind you where the bathroom is located. So please, come and relax, enjoy our many fine facilities and forget about all your troubles. whee

All races welcome. Low level tech. Magic is very much alive.
Rules

1. Obey gaia's ToS. Obey!!!
2. No cybering
3. No flaming
4. No begging.
5. No spamming.
6. Romance: encouraged, but no cybering. See #1.
7. Bar fights: encouraged, but no goddmoding.
And finally, 8... This is a place for the silly, so be sILlY!!! Please, it's much more fun that way. 3nodding

That's about it really... oh and don't piss off the help. They might... well, let's just hope it doesn't come to that. twisted

Available rooms

First floor:

100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110 Zorro
Second floor:

200
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210 Aztecha


More rooms will be constructed if need be. The rooms are located in the back, the stairs lead you to the second floor, the door the first. You have to step outside to get to the first floor though, not sure why, that's just how this place is built.

To get to the open-air bath, you have to pass through the corridors of the first floor of the inn. They are free and always hot, just watch out for peeping toms.

We also have restrooms, on the far right as you enter, and in the same locations on the second floor. Of course, no one ever really uses them. Personally, I prefer the bushes. I like to give back to nature. cool

Jobs
(PM me for a job. Have an idea for a different job? Pm me. Don't like current employee? Well... you know what to do.)

Proprietor:
`Z.o.r.r.o

Manager/s:
Aztecha

Bartenders:

Waitress/Waiters:

Security:
Aztecha

Bath maintenance:

General maintenance:

Entertainers:

Maids:
...

That's about it for now. So please, come in and enjoy your stay at the Reindeer's Mountain Pass Tavern!

Oh, and beware of the reindeer. They're everywhere. And they're watching you...
ninja

[`Z.o.r.r.o]

~Reserved for Events~

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~Story~

Long ago, this was a happy village located in the mountains. The village was called Reindeer's Haven because of the extraordinary amount of reindeer living there. They were in sheer abundance, living well off the land. Rumor had it that they were of a slightly different race from normal deer as well, and had managed to keep themselves protected from wolves for centuries. The wolves and other predators left them alone for the most part, preferring easier prey down in the valley.

Humans settled in the mountain ~200 years ago. Located at a high altitude, this village was at a perfect point for defense, and approximately in a straight line for to major cities to the far west and east. The village lived in harmony, hunting the reindeer only when it was absolutely necessary for survival, and never more then they needed. Indeed, the reindeer were revered for their soft nature, and for the most part the two sides lived in harmony...

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Now great cities have sprung up in the valleys to the east and west of Reindeer's Haven. Or what was formerly known as Reindeer's Haven. Trade has blossomed between the two sides, who use the village in the mountain as pit stop along on their trade route. And the village has been steadily growing thanks to this. However, the deer have changed.

No one knows why the reindeer have started attacking humans. They were once the gentlest off all creatures around these parts. All that anyone knows they call "The Accident" and hush up quickly. At the inn, there is speculation pointing to the valley in the east, but so far no one has, or even wanted, to prove anything. The villagers won't tell, the cities in the east and west are bristling for war, and our beloved little tavern is slowly dying as less travelers pass by.

For the relationship between the two valleys to improve, trade to flourish,and the reindeer to -hopefully- change once again, this mystery must be solved. And soon...

[`Z.o.r.r.o]

~Ban List~
Don't end up here!
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[`Z.o.r.r.o]

~Yawn~
Zorro leaned his back over the counter, looking behind himself at the ornate wooden clock above the shelves of spirits. Lots of spirits. Zorro grinned to himself. Almost worth the effort it took to get them to his remote tavern, located a mile up a mountain with little to no road.
6 pm.
The sun was almost completely, gone again another day. And still no sign of his expected company. Zorro grimaced. He should have known.

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"Hmm..."
Glancing at the pile of firewood beside the front doors Zorro frowns. It was dwindling slowly, but there was plenty more around his establishment. He just needed to cut it down and stock it up.
"Man..."
Zorro lay back on the counter, head falling lazily toward the entrance again. Maybe this hadn't been his finest idea. Travelers were infrequent, yet just enough passed through to make his tavern economically feasible. Yet he often found himself with little to nothing to do for days, even weeks on end. Well, almost nothing... Zorro looked back at the wood stock.
stare

[`Z.o.r.r.o]

Doesn't look like anyone's coming today..
Turning his back to the doors, he curls up and tries to take a nap on the bar counter. Not the best use of the counter, but it WAS his tavern. Also the doors were unlocked. And who knew what dangers lurked out there, beside the reindeer.
Meh.
He didn't particularly care.

[Aztecha]

"Oh little darling please tell me
Why you are so shy
How come you hide
In that short leather dress
Please oh Please
Won't you come out
Show me that pretty iron smile
Flash those endless teeth
Strike them with a bang
Knock out those
That would like to dance
With yours truly
A sly gunfighting child."
Sang a weary man with a husky raspy voice. His voice as tired and as low as his spirits felt. His fingers brushed an almost empty bottle; missing it the fist time before reaching once more and grasping the elusive bottle. The golden amber liquid swishing in the bottle as he brought it to his lips. The cowboy swayed backwards as he drained the bottle, a little bit of the heavenly liquid spilling down the corner of his lips; momentarily escaping as his tongue flicked out and licked it up. A slight gasp left him as he let the liquid numb him and his fingers that let the bottle drop to the floor of his carriage. He wiped his mouth with the back of his brown leather jacket sleave. A whinny came from in from of him as one of his horses shook his head in what the cowboy could almost believe to be in disapproval of his drunken state.

"Shut it it you lazy old good for nothing pack mule! Snort at me one more time and I swear by the the dang blasted skies above, I will have a new bottle of glue before the end of this fine freaking freezing night." growled the drunk cowboy before spotting something in the distance, highlighted by the chilling moonlight. Leaning forward he squinted, his eyes barely making out the majestic beast in the distance. "Why of why darling don't you bother me some other time." he sang to himself soflty before pulling his horse to a stop. The beast and whinnied even with more disgust this time.

The good for nothing drunk murmered a "shut up." before leaning to the side. As he tried to dismount, he tripped over his nice tanned and worn leather boots. Crashing into the ground, his face bounced and he skidded over the cold ground. This cowboy picked himself up and he stumbled forward, barely able to walk forward as he aproached this shadowed animal. The animal stepped further into the light, its horns flashed with silver fire. With a beautiful brown colt and a strong muscular body, the reindeer was an animal to respect. Especially when it had a serious attitude problem. It pawed the ground twice before charging him.

The cowboy could barely dodge the enraged animal barrelling down the dirt road. Throwing himself into the dirt ground for a second time. Rolling over he grabbed the cap and ball revolver hanging at his hip and pulled the trigger. It roared as it went off, the lead ball sinking into the beasts shoulder. The reindeer let out a honking grunt before taking off further into the woods.

With the danger gone for the moment. The cowboy laid down with his back on the ground; staring at the stars. He whistled a sad tune, wondering why this beauitful cold place was so uninviting.

"Welcome home Brash, you poor sad wayward soul." the pathetic gunslinger said to himself.

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Zorro sat up on the bar, the last vestige of plums and sugars fairies dancing away into the night. He was not sure what had shaken him from his brief respite, but it hardly mattered. The night was dark and full of terror. He did not envy being out alone at this time...

[BrokenDollEyes]

Yep she was lost go Ania getting lost for the millionth time. A pout formed against chapped lips, blue eyes glanced up the mountain she had been trekking up for what seemed like days. Ever since that damn run in with a gang of morons she been on the run. Across the sweltering dessert to the blistering cold of this mountain. Rumor had it there was an inn and tavern up some where.

Black hair danced in the wind as little snowflakes fell around her shivering form. The lady had dressed poorly for this weather, black bands tied her breast down and trailed down her back like ribbons. Shorts covered her thighs but left a large expanse of leg to veiw which lead into the soaking wet leather cowboy boots.

Blue eyes darted about until they spotted smoke billowing. Which lead to the rough of the building she prayed she sought.

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Zorro scratched his beard stubble. He thought he had heard a loud bang in the far distance. Yet no one had shown up.
Another one bites the dust... .
Shrugging, Zorro lurched off the table. He figured he should go check out the noise.
~Sigh. Pop.~
"Ouch. Someone better be dead out there..."
He rubbed his achy knees. A war veteran before he had settled down, he was still young enough at 27 to remember bouncing around as a lad without consequence and old enough to regret it.
Time waits for no one .
Grabbing a heavy reindeer cloak off the wall mounted peg, Zorro headed out into the blustery night.

[BrokenDollEyes]

Ania shivered before falling down on the snow coated ground. A shiver racked her body as she glanced up. Yeah this idea was stupid! Dressed in nothing marching up a mountain in the blistering cold. Blue lips shivered before her vision blurred in and out. "********"

A whimper was given before her body gave into shock, eyes rolling back as gravity took hold. The female lurched forward, landing harshly upon the ground. Well this is one way to die!

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Zorro shivered as he made his way slowly out of his tavern and into the surrounding clearing. It'd been snowing steadily for a few hours now, judging by the layer of snow buildup on the ground. Hunching his shoulders forward, he wrapped himself tighter in his oversized reindeer coat as he resumed his slow trudge.
I used to like snow, back when it didn't stick to me like honey on Winnie D. Pooh...
He reached the edge of the clearing, pausing to look between the two trees that framed the small trail to his tavern. They were his silent sentinels, the guards to his domain.
?
Squinting, Zorro can barely make out a small, dark, lump among the trees and snowdrifts.
Whaaaa...?
"Hello??"

[BrokenDollEyes]

A twitch was given the only thing that rendered the female still alive for a limited time. It was so cold out, well being pretty much naked didn't help one bit. Eyes fluttered roughly before a shallow laugh given. Well atleast she would die in the arms of nature. That was something of a blessing right?

Slowly the mind became fuzzy, twist and turns of nothing as the female lay coated in snow. Did she look like snow white? The deathly beauty slain by wickedness?

[`Z.o.r.r.o]

BrokenDollEyes

A twitch was given the only thing that rendered the female still alive for a limited time. It was so cold out, well being pretty much naked didn't help one bit. Eyes fluttered roughly before a shallow laugh given. Well atleast she would die in the arms of nature. That was something of a blessing right?

Slowly the mind became fuzzy, twist and turns of nothing as the female lay coated in snow. Did she look like snow white? The deathly beauty slain by wickedness?

Great, no answer..
It's a trap!
It might be a trap. Though this seems very clever, even for the reindeer. I should just go back inside and have a hot chocolate. With mini marshmallows. whee
Instead Zorro rolls his head, cracking his neck with a little grunt of pleasure as he clenches and unclenches his hands, loosening up. Satisfied, he steels himself and opens up his reindeer coat, giving himself free range of motion as he invites the cold air in. Brr!
Somebody better be dead.
Plodding toward the inanimate lump slowly, eyes dancing warily around the trees, snowdrifts, and even toward the snow covered tree boughs, Zorro finally draws close enough to recognize the prone figure.
"Goddamnit!"
Running over now, heedless of his surrounding, he drops to one knee at the figure. He snaps his fingers frantically at her face, unsure of if she is still alive or he has unwittingly become a prophet.
"Hey! Hey! Where are your clothes?!"
Hyperthermia. Got to get her inside.
No movement, though he thinks he feels the slight heat of breath on his hands. He wasn't a doctor, but people are not supposed to be blue...
"Easy does it, one two!"
Draping his coat around her, he scoops her up with ease and makes a beeline toward the warm lights.
"Hang in there..."