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 Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2022 11:16 am
~ THE DEW DROP INN ~
It is always a dark starlit night in a mystical place just on the outskirts of the Wildwood Mist Vale. There is a cool crisp feel to the air. The landscape and trees are speckled in a lovely patchwork of brilliant gold, vibrant orange, and blood red leaves as far as the eye can see.
A blackbird calls out from a bush off to the side of you. His voice breaks the stillness of the quiet Autumn Woods. As you make your way along the winding path toward town, you see a cotton tailed rabbit nibbling bark from a leafless bush. He twitches his nose, sneeks a quick peek at you, then swiftly darts off into a thick stand of brushwood. As you approach the heart of the wood, the lonely wind moans, causing barest of trees to bend and creak .The fragrances of sweet honeysuckle and night jasmine are like a delicate perfume lingering on the cool breeze.
There is the sound of lapping waters coming from a stream. A great redwood cedar tree is just ahead in the distance with windows going up and along the circumference of its trunk. As you come closer, you can see an entrance into a hollow in the tree. A lively, silvery stream can be seen behind the tree where a busy water wheel with flash paddles sends a spray to the air.
When you enter through the front doors, you hear soft ethereal music playing and the gentle gurgling of water from a grand, strangely slow moving waterfall in the center of the room. Behind the waterfall is a cheerful fire burning at the hearth. There is plenty of comfortable seating spread throughout the Common Room. There is a pub to your left and a small cozy dining area to your right. An elf stands at the front desk of the inn. The name on the Hostess desk reads: Jasmine Moonflower.
It is another evening where Autumn hums it's melancholy song.
The elvish woman Hostess stands at the Front Desk which is covered in small stacks of papers. Jasmine’s' mind wanders far away from her work, lost in her dreams. Moths batter their silken wings under the glow of the brightly lit windows. A large moth flutters into the Common Room and crashes against one of the lamps, disrupting the elf’s thoughts. She breathes a soft sigh and walks over to the lamp to catch the moth. Seeing it unharmed but merely dazed she takes the little creature to the front doors, opens her hands and releases it back into the night. Jasmine returns to the Front Desk for her parchment ledger.
(All reasonable forms of trade are welcome. There are always plenty of rooms available. This tree is enchanted. All life is protected from permanent harm or death. For the sake of argument, should anyone consensually die here, they shall of course find themselves automatically resurrected by standard Twilight Time.)
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2022 5:51 am
Meanwhile, across from the bar, a little fairy dressed in a tiny waitress's uniform lazily drifts over the tables. Her wings buzzing like those of a humming bird while she is polishing the napkin holders. She pauses in mid air to hang her tiny head as if in shame and sighs as she thinks to herself.
oO..sigh..If only I hadn't accidently set the kitchen on fire when I was checking for a gas leak I wouldn't have to wear this stupid itchy uniform..oO
She was beginning to find her new job very irritating and dreadfully boring.. rolleyes
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2022 10:05 am
*A beam of light comes shining up from the carpet of autumn leaves, two lifeforms materialize*.
Looks like the signal is gone again!
*taps reciever device*
Well, the ships engines are disengaged and the thruster exhaust is secure. Let's keep loo...hey, is that...smoke? Coming from out of that huge tree??!
*shrugs, looks around, folds up reciever*
Ok...let's check this out, Mothman.
*walks inside, sits at the bar, Mothman stays standing by the door with his arms folded*
Barkeep, I'll have a glass of water and one of your house meals, please.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2022 6:40 am
A long, dark shadow sweeps over the ground. Large gold eyes peer down, searching the empty spaces beneath him. His talons hang clenched, his wings spread out wide, his serpentine tail streaming along behind him. He touches the firmament with heavy steps, turns around and plops himself onto a small hill. It starts to rain.
"Now, where did I put those spectacles?" He ponders aloud while scratching his chin." confused
His tail moves like something alive and independent of his mind. It curls along side his body while he is perched and considering his surroundings. The dragon peers through sqinted eyelids until his vision becomes more focussed. He stops the massive tree with a door.
"Hmm...going to have to downsize a bit."
The dragon slowly shrinks in size to accomodate the tavern's entrance.
He toddles off toward the door and slinks inside.
The place looks a bit dusty and quite possibly deserted, however, the fireplace is still burning a cheerfully cozy and warm fire.
The dragon plops himself down on the wood floor, pulls a tome out from one of his scales, and fumbles through his scaled pockets for his reading glasses,
"Last I remember.."
He chuckles with fine wisps of mist curling up from his nostrils,
"the travelers were at a dangerous precipice! No longer could they turn back from their fate! With dawn's first light, their trickery would be exposed and a sudden danger in which they would find for themselves no escape!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2022 1:49 pm
"Ah...chooo!"
Tiny feet touch down atop a chimney brush that is laying along side the hearth. The busy flutter of her petite wings cast up minute specks of dust. It's a good thing Bludgeon is so avidly into her mopping. It makes it easier for Mousie to slip past her. razz
"Uh, hullo!" eek
"Sorry to interrupt your story!" sweatdrop
"My name is Mousie. biggrin
I'll be your waitress for this evening." 4laugh
At that moment four chatty leprechauns stream like a river out from a hole in the woodwork and gather closely together next to the little fairy.
Shamus: 'Oh, ye gettin' a real treat! A dragon bard is in our midst!'
Liam: 'Right! We have a pint then! '
Paddy: 'I get this round and one for the Seanchaí ! '
Mick: 'Mouse, shake a leg, Colleen! We can't let the dragon's gob run a thirst!'
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2022 10:05 am
"Ahem..." confused
Annoyed at the exponential interruptions, the dragon looks around the room. His eyes the color of molten lava, peer over the top rim of his gold framed glasses. He sighs, looks down to the goblet, and takes a quick slurp.
His clawed hand sets down the drink. razz
"Yes, well, it appeared someone was expecting the travelers as the caverns were lit by torchlight. The flames flickered high against the damp walls, casting shadows that lingered out from the uneven carvings of each crevasse. The dank smell of condensation made the air seem thick and cold. The travelers took one last look at each other before entering. Perhaps hoping the other might have an alternate plan. But no, they both knew this confrontation was the only way to end the tyranny once and for all. They must do this thing even if it meant losing their lives."
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2022 12:20 pm
Her piwafwi hangs loosely around her, hiding her feminine form. The dark elven woman's cowl rests over her head, keeping the gentle curve of her face in shadow though the faint glow of lilac eyes stare through sparse silver strands of hair. On her shoulder, a grass green lizard sits. His eyes move quickly in circular fashion, taking in everything now that he has been brought in from the night to the cheerful warmth of the common room.
The dark elf takes notice of the dragon who is behaving like some kind of college professor, speaking from an imaginary lectern, the half-steamed leprechauns scattered around him like toys on a child's bedroom floor, and the couple at the bar who definately seem very out of place. She speaks to the day elf who is churning over leaves of paperwork.
"The trail leading through this unique autumn garden is surprisingly absent of.any lush, green vegataion."
Her angular eyes dart over to the fairy.
"I'll have a warm glass of momentra, lilltle Primrose."
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2022 2:00 pm
Ssinurn Streea . She speaks to the day elf who is churning over leaves of paperwork.
"The trail leading through this unique autumn garden is surprisingly absent of.any lush, green vegataion."
Her angular eyes dart over to the fairy.
"I'll have a warm glass of momentra, lilltle Primrose."
"Well met, Matron. 3nodding
It was created using a seed spore spell, much like the ones used to create your Mushroom Forests. I had a little help from some friends in the other planes. It was very costly but with this new budget I'm confident we can help bolster your intensions to instill perfection in your new realm."
Jasmine smiles slightly, sending the dark elven woman a pleasant but curtious glance.Andromedana
*walks inside, sits at the bar, Mothman stays standing by the door with his arms folded*
Barkeep, I'll have a glass of water and one of your house meals, please.
"A star shines at the hour of our meeting, Friend."
She rings a small, glass hand bell to gently gather Mousie's attention back to the bar.
"Mousie will be your waitress this evening."
She nods to the fairy by the fireplace who is listening intently to the dragon's story. Jasmine pours a glass of the house wine, setting it before Andromedana.
The first drink is on the house, please enjoy your stay.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2023 9:52 pm
Andromedana *A beam of light comes shining up from the carpet of autumn leaves, two lifeforms materialize*.
Looks like the signal is gone again!
*taps reciever device*
Well, the ships engines are disengaged and the thruster exhaust is secure. Let's keep loo...hey, is that...smoke? Coming from out of that huge tree??!
*shrugs, looks around, folds up reciever*
Ok...let's check this out, Mothman.
*walks inside, sits at the bar, Mothman stays standing by the door with his arms folded*
Barkeep, I'll have a glass of water and one of your house meals, please.
The little fairy lazily drifts across the common room on her tiny wings to the kitchen. rolleyes
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2023 10:19 pm
"Mothman! I've got an idea! biggrin
"We can gather a few botanical samples while we are on hiatus. There are some fine samples in this location that might prove advantageous for our experiments."
*pulls out a tablet and stylus*
"Would also like to observe the local customs while abroad. What a perfect location!" emotion_awesome
*looks over to the dragon and entourage*
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2023 10:42 pm
The dragon's eyes turn cold, peering again over the rim of his glasses.
"Would it be too much, I don't know, perhaps showing a little more interest in this performance?"
He sighs deeply in exasperation.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2023 6:56 pm
The dragon looks around the room, seeing all is quiet he clears his throat, and returns to the story. neutral
"A sound, so small at first became gradually louder. Like fingernails scraping on a chalk board. After a measureless interval, a dissonance began to creep in.The travelers could sense a dynamic shift here, an unexpected syncopation. Even the growing absence of sound where, before, the sound had been. It was maddening and at the same time intriguing. At one point it seemed as if the sound were actually cogs of rustic machinery that would squeak in places not well oiled and at times whir softly in places where it might need ventilation. The wheels grinding, the sounds of a hiss as if some sort of steam were required, and the roar of a furnace." mad
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2023 11:13 pm
The large, furry bat-like creature groans deeply, closing his eyes.
"I'm sure the waitress will be along soon." Andromeda responds reassuringly, gently rubbing Mothman's back.
After several minutes of listening to the dragon's monotone storytelling, she also closes her eyes and snuggles against Mothman, to drift into dreamtime sleep.
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