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 Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 5:23 pm
Sighing at the fact that he had dank the last drop out of his mug he got up. The massive being stepped down from where his throne was and took a few massive steps to clear the gap and then refilled his mug. Lifting the mug to his lips and taking a long drink he let out a sigh of content as the Dragons Ale warmed his body.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 7:05 pm
It had been far too long since the last time he was here. His was an old face to the Haven...albeit a quite possibly long forgotten one. Time imessurable had passed since his last visit and he wondered what was new here and what had happened in his absence. Passing through the barrier of the semi-sentinent castle and over the drawbridge, the wandering stranger-yet-not-stranger entered into the parade grounds before making his way through them and into the inner courtyard. Stopping momentarily to gather up what memories he had of this place, in part to make sure he still knew where everything was and to make sure he mapped anything new into his memories, the wanderer then turned passed the inner courtyard and past the main part of the castle before heading over to the tavern/inn he knew to be there. At least, he hoped it was still there. He kept his aura at an acceptable level, high enough to prompt curiosity yet low enough as to not cause alarm. Granted, he had enough power to lay waste to this place and still have plenty left over, the wanderer was a longtime standing friend of the owner and his family.
Walking in the general direction he remembered the tavern/inn to be, the wanderer kept to a steady and measured pace while his weapons of choice jingled and chimed in their sheaths. A sort of noise that was meant to calm nerves yet make others realize he was no easy target simply because he did not actually carry his weapons in hand. He was just as deadly in unarmed combat...actually, moreso...as he was in armed combat.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 8:27 pm
 A young woman walked into the Haven and scanned the room before having a seat at a table in a dimly lit corner. she didnt usually like to have company but for some reason she craved it. Her green eyes looked up to scan the room again for threats before she relaxed back into her chair. her long red shimmered in the light against her pale skin. she ordered a drink when the waiter came around and then took a book from her bag and began to read.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 12:16 am
The illusion smiled faintly as if it had just come to life suddenly. the six foot one silver haired created being looked around the room calmly before it tilted its head slightly glanceing at keto then to the woman who had adressed him. "I was summoned, simply awaiting the one who summoned me."
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 7:04 am
Incinerator nearly fell through the open doorway of the haven. The doors had opened wide, graciously accepting the familiar patron. He righted himself slowly, arched his back, clenched his fists, stretched his arms high into the air and yawned.
It had been a long journey home, not all of it pleasant. The cold unforgiving terrain was not meant for modern man. Particularly the sort of man who relished in modern comforts, such as himself. He had taken a brief sabbatical to soak lavishly in the new steaming lake where the Ice King's palace once stood.
Incinerator scanned the room, eyes laying to rest on the silver-haired creature who stood out even amongst the usual haven riffraff. He approached the man, for his bare torso left no question as to his gender, and outstretched a hand in friendly welcome. "You must be the leader of the up-and-coming demonic haven," he said with a respectful bow of the head, oddly placed alongside a mischievous smile. "I've a proposition for you. Shall we talk business?"
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