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 Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 7:11 am
This is you basic, rather uncomplicated forest and adjoining tavern RP, with the added bonus of literacy. For the sake of continuity, the tavern is a wayfarers' inn type thing situated a few yards from the edge of the forest, along the rather well-travelled road that leads through the forest and the farmland it blends into. It's called the Wandering Minstrel and is owned by a motherly woman named Sieglinde. Her daughters, Agnethe, Brunhild, and Isolde, help her run the inn, which has the usual bar and dining room downstairs and half a dozen rooms upstairs, which can be rented for the night. Sieglinde and her daughters can be played by anyone who needs to interact with them.
The setting for this is your typical medieval fantasy world. Please keep your characters in that time period; don't have them do anything weird like pull out a camera or something. All races and magics are accepted, but please limit your character's geneology to two species (no 1/4 anythings, ok?). As usual, all other Gaia rules apply. Since I know you all are literate biggrin , just go ahead and post; please no profile list things.
PM me any other questions and have fun!
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 7:12 am
A cloaked figure appeared from the forest, as such figures are known to do. This one was surrounded by a large black cloak, but a slight breeze ruffling the bottom edge revealed it to be lined with silver. The hood was pulled up, leaving the face in shadow, and it was hard to tell who, or what, was hiding underneath it. The figure's movement was like that of a woman, her legs clad in knee-high black boots that were revealed as she walked. Approaching the tavern, she walked inside and settled at a table with a full view of the rest of the establishment. Only throwing back her hood then, the figure reveled herself to be a pale, red-haired woman, hair in a bun at the base of her neck. She appeared 20, but her emerald eyes were ageless. She gestured for a barmaid with one pale hand and began to remove her cloak, brushing back a bit of her hair over her oddly pointed ears.
Her cloak removed, the woman was revealed to be wearing a black blouse under a black laced-up bodice decorated with silver stars. Her black pants were tucked into the knee-high black leather boots, and a belt with many pouches and bottles encircled her slender waist. She removed the satchel that was over one shoulder and placed it next to her on the bench, but left the broadsword and short sword sheathed and worn across her back in place. She ordered a stew from the rather harried looking barmaid and sat back to listen to the conversation around her.
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Jeremiah BrightWaters Captain
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 6:48 am
A tavern? The demon looked at it with just a hint of uncertainty as he stood beside a nearby oak tree. At least the tree was in a good mood, if not particularly willing to talk. The creature in question hadn't had a decent conversation in ages, courtesy of human suspicion much as anything else. So, at the moment, he was cautious of Taverns and such, having long ago discovered that most such places were not friendly to anything with horns. One glance throough the windows revealed that the Tavern was not empty, although he didn't see any angry crowds either.
Slowly, he made his way to the door and pulled it open, looking inside cautiously. Hair the color of grapes (purple) fell loosely down his back and finally stopped moving as he netered, no longer bothered by the breeze outside. Inside, this looked like a cozy enough place, if somewhat large. Not all of the corners were occupied, yet, but the demon didn't want to sit in a corner. It was not the best place in case of trouble, by far.
Finding an empty table by one of the windows that looked back at his previous oak tree, he headed for it across the wooden floor. After he sat, he looked up with rather large, red eyes and wondered. From the outside, he was about as tall as an adult human, dressed in light armor and a pair of gray pants. His feet were more craws, really, but the hands were just hands, and he carried no weapons with him, at least not visibly. The barmaid stayed firmly away, despire the harmless look on his face.
((Might want to add a word count to the title of the thread, just so people know if you want them to post a certain amount.))
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 8:15 am
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Melayne watched the newcomer enter with veiled interest. She hadn't seen one of his kind in quite a while. She shook her head slightly; if he wanted to pull off the harmless act, he should probably travel with a glamour, at least over his feet. The half-elf flagged down one of the barmaids, Isolde, she thought the girl's name was. "I think that gentleman over there could use some help, don't you?" she told the girl. Melayne had been in this tavern last many years ago, but the 25-year-old was still a child by the half-elf's standards.
Isolde looked cautiously at the daemon and then back at Melayne. Only after the half-elf had assured her he meant no harm did she walk over to his table. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked him carefully.
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Jeremiah BrightWaters Captain
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 8:48 am
The creature looked up at the sound of an unfamilar voice, realizing rather suddenly that he would have to be required to talk and probably quite a bit. Eyes the color of blood examined the stranger standing before him for a moment before dropping back towards the table, mostly in some misguided hope that the barmaid wouldn't run off. She seemed a little scared as it was, and he didn't want to add to the fear.
Contemplating her question for a moment, he asked, "If you have any stew, I'll take some, please." His voice was quiet, slightly shy even and unused. He smiled at the barmaid politely and dug out the coins he'd gotten earlier.
The demon had a name, but he hadn't used it since...he didn't even really remember since when, but it hardly mattered. No need to introduce oneself to a barmaid, he thought, hoped. Mentinally he reminded himself that he looked like a pretty scary being in this form, and tht until someone reset the clock it was going to stay that way. Oh well, may as well enjoy the moment.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 7:09 am
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Jeremiah BrightWaters Captain
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 7:30 am
(*blinks* Huh? I would assume that the two characters would be next to each other, since they are in the same tavern, and she did ask him a question...)
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2005 2:39 pm
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Jeremiah BrightWaters Captain
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2005 5:28 am
((And he spoke to her...))
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2005 11:46 am
Sienna walked in, her long black her tickeling her back. She was searching for some-one. A smile spread across her face. There he was. SLowly she walked over to him and sat down nearby, waiting as she saw the barmaid. Then her eyes scanned the rest of the tavern. Nice place. People of all sorts and sizes came here, no doubt.
She looked outside longingly. It wouldn't take long.. she kept repeating the thoughts over and over again to make her feel happy. She might even feel.. no that was to much to ask for.
Her focus turned back on the man. He didn't seem to be in a hurry. But he had to be because she needed him, or he would be. ((GEEZ SHORT!!))
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2005 4:45 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2005 7:45 am
Melayne watch people enter and leave the tavern absently, focusing primarily on her dinner. But, when the cloaked figure entered, a shiver passed down the half-elf's spine and she forgot about her stew. The strange woman seemed familiar. . .
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2005 8:59 am
Sienna looked up as a chill ran down her spine, a chill that scared her. She felt like she knew this woman, but on the other side had never met her. It made her curious but she had to stay focused on the man infront of her. Chrono... if it was him that was... and if it was correct what she had heared... she hoped it rather hard, to hard as some might say...
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2005 1:56 pm
The barmaid had gone and left him in his silent peace. A long time since anyone had bothered with that one, but then again, demons were evil creatures to be killed, and fair enough he looked like he deserved it, too. While waiting for the food t oarrive, he looked around the room, noticing that the tavern wasn't nearly so empty anymore. With a sigh, he stared out the window, all too aware that someone was paying attention the the tavern in general. Hell, she even sat nearby. Of course, with people here and there, it wasn't a big deal or anything. Idly he waited for the food to come back and contemplated whether speaking might be in order; he hardly remembered what that was, and that was detterent enough for the moment.
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Jeremiah BrightWaters Captain
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 8:33 am
As soon as the barmaid left she sat next to him. And started deep into his eyes. "can you help me?" she asked, as if he allready knew what she came for. If it was him he had to know what she wanted. The barmaid came back with food and started at her. She stared back and ordered some food aswell. She needed a place for the night, her horse allready standing in the stable. But it wasn't neccecary if he wasn't it. So she sat down relaxed and waited for his answer.
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