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 Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 7:48 pm
Moribund's
From the dark, damp and echoing streets of Knockturn Alley, one could turn into the shop with the candle-lit windows to find a solstice from the voices that seemed to come from the stones themselves. Its creaking sign that showed a crow in flickering light told little of what could be expected inside; the original name and title of the store now unrecognizable from its place atop the shop under layers of grim, cobwebs and general uncaring.
Moribund's had been owned by a short generation line of the Moribund Family. Once abandoned during the Second Wizarding War, it had life breathed into it once more once the shopkeeper returned in his senile age only to lose it in a game of dice due to poor eyesight and (what some claim to be) cheating.
Regardless of whose hands it was claimed by, Moribund's had always served the purpose of being both a tavern and a make-shift inn for those who were desperate.
The food was not one acclaimed for taste or ability to stay still, the beds seemed to have belonged to the times of the original owner but the company was dark. And so was the deeper purpose of the tavern; a nest for gambling, rumor, woven tales of murder and demise. It was a breeding ground of twisted stories which more often than not held much more truth to them than fiction.
From gypsies that spoke with only the voices of wolves, and hags who drank fire whiskey through their nose to vermin that created the most treacherous rumors and shifty-eyed goblins who could were covered with stolen gold, Moribund's was always known for the patrons it held to its name rather than anything else.
The newest owner is Meryll Mopsus, better known as Lady Chord however, or, to a select few as 'the Spider'. Being even more well known in the history of the tavern's owners, even above the original for her batty mind and outburst of nonsense. Little is known about the woman, but from what can be patched from some of her mumblings or yelled stories by the regular patrons she is not of British land. From Germany with only a portrait of her dead brother to call family.
The only other details known is that she feeds and keeps many ravens in her building, keeping them as pets.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 8:18 pm
Available Menu Drinks
Butter Beer
Ogden's Old Firewhiskey
Blishen's Firewhiskey
Knotgrass Mead
Coffin Mead
Dungbarrel Spiced Mead
Brandy
Cauldron Vodka
Troll Liquor
Cherry Syrup
Dragon Milk
Dragon's Smoke Liquor
Gurdyroot Enfussion
Root's Gin
Quintin's Black
Paulopabita's Fishy Green Ale
Cider Ale
Amber Liquor
Schletter's Fine Whiskey
Single malt whiskey
White Rat Whiskey
Elf-Made Wine
Celery and Beetroot Wine
Elderflower Wine
Nettle Wine
Red Currant Rum
Exploding Lemonade
price varies on drink size and type. Price stated upon ordering.
Food
Fish and Chips
Floundered Flounder
Dried Salmon
Vegetable Soup
Pea Soup
Carrot Soup
Broth
Gruel
Beat Soup
Liverish Soup
Organ Broth
Cyclops Stew
Potato Leak Stew
Ham Soup
Stringed Beans
Stripped Carrots
Raven Egg
Omelet
Turkey Legs
Turkey Throat
Chicken Feet
Alley Ribs
Hog's Head (feasts only)
Rabbit
Goose
Steak
Stuffed Pigeon
Shepard's Pie
Meat Pie
Pumpkin Pie
Chicken Pie
Mystery Meat Pie
Carrot and Pea Pie
Cornish Pasties
Corn Bread and Butter
Pumpkin Pasties
Ale Bread
price given upon order
Boarding
Four rooms available (one bed, one bath, room service, meals not included, post and flu network fee seperate)
One Suite (two bed, one bath, room service, meals not included, post and flu network fee included)
regular room - 6 galleons per night.
suite - 8 galleons per night.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 8:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:10 pm
 owner of moribund'swalker and ears of knockturn alley'the spider'  With mind crowded with thoughts of mist and twisted limbs of ideas that never grew correctly, the dark haired woman carefully dusted the orient frame of her brother's portrait. Her eyes restrained and hidden behind the ever-present mask-like cage, her lips smiled in place of whatever eyes she possessed.
"Darling brother," she whispered, making sure her feather duster crept into the smallest of cracks and details of the old, breaking frame. "Made of dragon bone and filled with water. You flew too high. Fell with your wax wings."
Her dark hair fell onto her face, creating even more of a shadowed prison for her eyes.
At times, the cage she wore over her eyes seemed like a defense, but not to keep others safe. Not to lock up what was behind the red bars, but instead to hide away. Keep safe and unseen by the people who crept into her tavern like snakes. Protecting her eyes from being seen by what had no right to see them, had no right to step into her thought and trample on her soul. Her grip tightened on her duster handle and she opened her mouth and threw back her head.
A laugh erupted from her throat, as if ripped out from a solid surface suddenly and painfully. Her feet danced as if possessed as she jumped with overpowering emotion and cackled and spat with demons surrounding her.
"Brother I won't cook you, you are not ripe yet. Keep eye open and skin tender, time is yet to come!" she bellowed with haunting cheers, throwing the duster on the ground.  
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:33 pm
 ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● The two black hooded figures appeared in the dusty fireplace. Juliet entered the bar not taking the hood from her face. Her features were completely cover, the most you could make out was her height and perhaps that she was a woman.
Juliet had no idea what to expect here. It was the first time she had been to Moribund's since the change of ownership. All she knew was the whispers about the new owner, about her being completely mental. All sorts of things like talking to pictures and feeding birds. Although being insane was not all that uncommon among the streets of Knockturn Alley.
Juliet took a seat at one of the dusty wooden tables. She glanced around at the small crowd of people, seeing if she recognized anyone. She hoped she would, it made things easier to plan if she first had an acquaintance or even someone who had heard of Juliet and her work.
ooc; outfit in first icon, music in third.MADE BY PURPLEINATOR●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:12 pm
Ambition can creap as well as soar. 
Lilith Jessabelle Rich
Lilith had doubled over when she appeared through a burst of green flames in the fireplace, her stomach churned and her face had paled as she leaned on her knees to try and compose herself for the moment. She didn't falter long, thankfully, as she rose to her feet to glide dutifully towards Juliet side before taking the seat adjacent her companion. Bony and shaken fingers crept to the surface of the wooden table, Lilith had seemed slightly thin even under the blanket of her fur lined robes. Eyes of penetrative pale green sifted left and right before her eyes fell on the deranged owner of the establishment hushed in engagement with a portrait. "Wait, who's that? What happened to the other owner?" Lilith immediately pointed out, the old oaf of a man before had been dreary but oft enough, Lilith and Juliet had been able to recieve drinks for free under the pretense of delighted (and covetous) company.
She hadn't even hushed her voice as she pondered her question aloud with her gaze focused on the woman with eyes hidden. It unnerved her for some reason, to not be able to witness the emotion behind eyes. Had it been this long since she escaped from the confinement of her home, her very own prison.
  
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:24 pm
owner of moribund'swalker and ears of knockturn alley'the spider'The crack and pop of the elaborate and dust-covered fireplace made Chord jump and cry out in a hushed whisper, "Quiet, brother. They have come!" she purred in poisonous, twisted words as she stroked the cold, rough canvas that held the memories of the brother. Captured, like the same cage over her eyes.
The fire exploded with emerald lights that signaled the arrival through the use of Flu powder. The two women that emerged from the flames were oddly elegant with the air of bloodthirsty danger in their eyes and their delicate step. They seemed too perfectly accepted in the dark room and tavern of Moribund.
They took their seat, and only once they seemed to begin deciding on what their affairs in this place were, did one of them bellow out the change they did not seem to have noticed prior. Meryll smiled with a wild look to her lips. She slid toward them, like a ghost without legs or a raven in silent flight. The woman was not even able to complete her observation before Lady Chord slapped her pale, tattooed hands onto their occupied table.
"Oh, my dear Sirens, I killed him in cold blood." Her tongue emerged for just a second, like that of a snake's. Using to to detect what was before her rather than her eyes, deciphering not seeing. "His dice had been rolled and I cut his string, took his loot, stole his wings. Moribund's is mine, shall I get you three glasses of rum?"
The spun tale slipped from her paled lips like a web, embroidered in the air and hanging with the lightness of a feather. Waiting for something to get stuck; for something to be misunderstood for her own amusement.
Her head pulled back and her smile dropped, demeanor becoming stone like as her ghostly hidden eyes watched them both seriously. Calculating batty formulas and wondering if either of them had ever been stung by a bee.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:56 pm
Ambition can creap as well as soar.
Lilith Jessabelle Rich
Lilith tilted her head to one side as curiousity shone through a pale and sickly complexion, but even still, Lilith held a luminescent glow fierce to her heart, it was the only thing that had kept her alive after having fallen ill for so long. Lilith was careful to follow the estranged movements the shopkeep harbored, a spirit gliding through the fog. Lilith only tore her gaze away to deduce the thoughts that whirled in Juliet's mind, but it had always been in vain.
Just then, an incordial slap of surprise against the rigid wooden structure struck down by the mighty wrath of the masked deviant and it had caused Lilith an involuntary jump in her seat. The surprise melted away by vivid absorption. "Oh?" Lilith had all but burst with intrigued.
Still, at the next riddled barrage of words, Lilith could only wonder if the shopkeep's tale was nothing more then a cryptic euphemism. She could only offer a bat of her eyelashes as she contemplated over the words and then forced herself to glance around. There was only the two of them that the deranged woman had been speaking to, not three. But Lilith politely waved the fact aside.
"No, wine, if you please... and something bitter, miss...?" Lilith piped up with a soprano voice, musical, as if she had once been born to sing but now it had rusted with time and had left her question hang in the air, wondering if she would receive a name from the woman. A cold chill crept down her spine as she felt those unseeing eyes had seemed trained on her and mixed emotions glided to the surface of her features.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 8:22 pm
owner of moribund'swalker and ears of knockturn alley'the spider'The stone of her face cracked and her wild dark hair began to fly like tree branches in a storm as she nodded vigorously with suddenly erupting change of demeanor. "The bitterest!" she chimed and spun on her heel thrice before bowing low, nose catching the edge of the old table. The dress she wore bellowed with the swift action and fell on her bony silhouette again once gravity re-captured the fabric and lace. Rising, back straightening with spine visibly moving under her stretched skin, she stepped away from the two women to produce their orders.
The bar of the tavern was decorated with various handles and levers that, once pulled or turned, sang and swam with whatever liquids they were connected to, running down to the cellars down bellow the wood on which the tavern was built. Barrels and tubes, all large with massive volumes and unending liquors and spirits, all hiding under the planks set four generations ago. As Meryll walked on those very boards, thinking of what they shadowed from the world and immediate thought, she stopped right behind the island of the bar table. The heel of her boot knocked on the wood with a hard kick and a cellar door suddenly appeared, opening itself and appearing into sight like the mouth of a hungry beast. Inviting prey with the scents of well aged wines and preserved whiskeys. Steps also suddenly appeared with the blink of an eye; cold and hard, made of the same stone that held up the building from the outside. Meryll climbed down into the depths like diving into the sea.
The cellar contained spinning racks that lines the circular walls for feet into the ground. The steps began to spiral as well, parallel to the lining racks that harbored numerous wines and bottles and liquids. All the inventory unknown to even Lady Chord herself, regardless of how often she had stepped into the cellar; it seemed that often the bottles disappeared, reappeared in different spaces. As if they were trying to trick her, hiding and switching places with each other. Some even seemed to have never belonged to the cellar at all. New members, waiting for a purpose.
Her caged eyes ran across the still bottles, seeing the details of the dust as well as the cursive words revealing the contents of the glass encasement. Quickly seeing the bottle she had planted into her mind, she reached a tattooed hand for it and took it. Reading over the label to reassure herself this was the proper beverage for her dark guests. A smile crept onto her lips when it was. She rose up the stairs once more, the door of the underground tunnel closing and vanishing the moment she slipped to the surface. Hiding itself so instantly that the heel of Meryll's boot nearly was captured by the teeth.
Swift, nibble fingers uncorked the bottle and produced two presciently clean wine glasses. Unlike everything else in her kept tavern, Lady Chord kept only two things clean; her brother and the glasses and plates she served with. Clean and spotless to the point their shined and glowed unnaturally in the dark place.
Pouring the white wine, the scent of it rising to the top of her skull, she placed the full glasses on a plain tray accompanied by the wine bottle and a third glass and returned to the shared table of the two women.
"For your voices, dears. And your ghost."
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 9:58 am
Ambition can creap as well as soar.
Lilith Jessabelle Rich
Lilith had done what little she could to remain nonchalant, but with the decaying color in her cheeks from the illness that tainted her and her magic, Lilith could do little against it. Suspicion had woven into knitted brows of endured pain and even her curiosity could do little more than ease her mind as she shifted her gaze of a pale green glow towards her companion, Juliet. The silence was accustomed to the brunette beauty, but even so, Liltih had expected a quipped retort of witty premise. Had her friend been thrown off her game as well?
But the thought had died, and a million more kindled with bright merriment as she spotted the woman with caged eyes departing down into a upside down world of booze and liquor, this, of course, was when Lilith felt most tempted to allow the studious reflection of her gaze to trail upon the rough exterior of the door that had never been opened. She knew not of the hidden tales and whispered rumors ushered by the lips of superstitious witches and bewildered wizards because she had been nothing more than a ghost to haunt her own home.
When the owner to Moribund's returned, Lilith had prided herself for the genuine smile she brought to the surface though its efforts strained more energy than she would have liked to admit. Before she could express her gratitude, or payement, Lilith paused dumbstruck. "Excuse me?" She chided with more emotion than neccesary glancing towards Juliet before landing her gaze on Lady Chord.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 4:02 pm
owner of moribund'swalker and ears of knockturn alley'the spider'Lady Chord arched her brow unbeknownst to the deathly pale woman who had just spoken. Batting unseen eyes and suddenly barring her teeth like a wolf.
Lips pulled back over the grey, shineless bones that seemed sharper than natural. Pink flesh glared at the woman and a tongue of fire danced behind the grate of teeth. Chord snapped her jaw thrice, throwing her head back as though she was a wolf pulling meat off a carcass.
"Excuse you!" she bellowed, arms shooting into the air and trying to grasp the rickety ceiling.
"Excuse your darling brain as it boils in its fever and your bones rot as you still live and tred. Your looming shadow consumes your eyes, so I excuse you!" She chanted, voice high and ridged with a haunting tone. Even her earlier instabilities seemed less severe than the act she was now preforming. Her caged eyes had hallowed and rolled for none to see. Hair seemed to lash out as if made of snakes and the toe of her boot was the only part of her toughing the ground as she rose over their table in wooden form.
A gasp rattled her lungs after the final words escaped and she seemed to choke. Coughing, the hands that had lowered themselves from the empty air clutching at the side of her mask, she shook herself and returned. Whatever state possessed her for the second that the Rich woman had addressed her, it passed like a light cast in another direction. A spotlight lost.
Her thin, cold fingers found her way to the edge of her lips and they traced the cracked skin, "The bottle will be 3 galleons and 2 knuts. You pay at the counter. Don't smudge the glass with your bloodstained lips." she said nonchalantly, as if having lost every shred of interest she held for the two seated women before hand. With no bow or show of polite departure, the flutter of a glossy black wing caught her eyes from one of the high windows and a smile twisted on the lips her fingers still danced on.
Stepping to the back of the room, by the mantle she returned to dusting, allowing the raven to swoop in unnoticed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 7:04 pm
●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Juliet thought for a long time studying the woman, having no idea of what to think. She remained quiet for a long time, which was not at all normal for Juliet. Something just felt wrong; the woman with the caged eyes almost seemed familiar in a way. Maybe the woman’s craziness was simply rubbing off on Juliet. She stayed staring at a dusty wall, simply thinking for a long time. Her silence was broken when the woman placed a bottle of wine of the table and spurted out more crazy nonsense.
Juliet looked up and nodded. “Yes, thank you.” She muttered completely ignoring the owners words though the words of their ‘blood stained lips’ somehow entered her mind. She picked up the clear glass and touched it to her lips, honestly not sure if she should drink it. The woman could have done a number of things to it. Of course if she had perhaps it could make for an interesting evening.
After a while she slowly poured the white drink down her throat. The drink gave her a strange since of comfort and familiarity. The taste was pure and sweet, different from most wines she had tasted. She took another sip than set the glasses on the wooden table. She again became silent, lost in her thought.
ooc; i have absolutely no idea what wine taste likes, so that could be completely wrong rolleyes MADE BY PURPLEINATOR●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:13 pm
Ambition can creap as well as soar.
Lilith Jessabelle Rich
Lilith’s eyes darted back and forth forever attempting to see past the cage that Lady Chord had built for herself, but despite her best efforts, she saw nothing. A bitter breath snaked down her flesh and erupted hairs on end, she couldn’t understand the creeping sensation that had shook her bones and chilled her blood to cease movement. Whatever it was, Lilith shook the skeletal grasp away and choked in frigid air. At the sight of drawn teeth and cursing tongue, she froze. The words of Lady Chord had haunted her very existence until finally, she couldn’t dare to hold her gaze any longer. She didn’t usher a word to the mad woman once the price of their drinks had been muttered, and then she left.
But the effects left behind ripped her apart and tore what’s left of meat off of her bones until there was nothing left to support her. Forcing back a choked swallow, Lilith set determined eyes on Juliet, cold and unmoving.
She hadn’t yet realized it, but her hand hovered in her robes clutched to the end of her wand, ready to damn the woman where she sat- but she couldn’t. During the past few months, Lilith’s control over her own magic had diminished into ash. For all she knew, a simple knockback curse could send the entire building to ruin. She knew she couldn’t chance it.
”That was… unexpected.” She finally spoke with her eyes trained on Juliet, fingers smoothed over the solidity of the wand before finally reaching forward to grasp the pristine wine glass set before her.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 6:21 pm
●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Juliette nodded and laughed quietly and shook herself from the daze. “Unexpected indeed” she said with a small smile touching her red lips. Juliet took another sip from her glass goblet. She then turned to take a short looked at the bar owner then once again returned her gaze to Lilith. “Is that woman at all familiar to you?” She shook her head. “Maybe I’m just crazy” She thought another smile forming on her lips.
ooc; sorry it's so short.MADE BY PURPLEINATOR●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 10:10 am
Ambition can creap as well as soar.
Lilith Jessabelle Rich
Lilith shook her head slowly, demurely, as petite and fragile as the petals of a flower crumbling decrepit under strained and howling winds of winter. Throughout it all, Lilith had barely been able to maintain her gaze on her companion at her side, but when those misted green eyes finally befell upon Juliet’s shoulder, it was one that screeched of course action. It was the look they harbored in Hogwarts, during and before every riot, beneath and within every chaotic discord. It was that look, the one that’s meant to ready yourself. The one that’s meant to hunt. The clash of glass against wood had shaken her ears, followed by the sincere screech of the chair legs against the over trodden wooden plank floorboards. But all of this couldn’t be compared to the rapid speed in which Lilith had pointed her wand and called out. ”Levicorpus!” Lilith had dared, and the estranged mutilation of her magic due to some heinous diseased curse caused her magic to fumble, callously wrapping around Lady Chord and hoisting her upside down into the air with pausing trepidation, as if, at any point, her magic might just disappear into nothing.
”You,” she hissed, only after the very last patron had left with a wisp of smoke behind the thick door. ”What are you hiding, what do you know?!” Lilith began, her voice growing shrill with paranoia. Paranoia that her past had come to haunt her, that her husband’s underground dealings had caught up with her, or worse. ”Who do you work for?”
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