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 Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 11:23 pm
After half a day's traveling you spot an inn beside the dirt road. It appears to be the only building within several miles, but you have the feeling that it's best not to enter. It is a building made of black wood, about two stories tall, and all the windows intricately inlaid with stain glass. "Purgatory" is carved above the iron double door.
You feel a deep rumble from the pit of your stomach. A quick search of your belongings leads to the reminder that you ate the last of the bread several hours ago. There is no choice but to enter.
The interior of the building is just as forbidding as the outside. There are several metal pillars scattered throughout the room, with dozens of parchments attached to each one. A glance at these posts reveal confusing messages about journeys and inquiries. You think it best not to delve into these to much, for you can't shake the feeling you're being watched.
A woman waves to you from one of the long tables. She is the only one within the inn. You can make out a pair of golden eyes staring at you intently between purple strands of hair and hood.
"Welcome to my inn, Purgatory. You seem to be a lost traveler, but do not fear, you are safe here. Our usual clients are those of the role-playing persuasion... Hrm. I can sense your confusion... Let's just say groups of people gather here in order to relive great journeys and plan new ones." Your stomach rumbles again, and the dark-skinned woman does nothing but grin. "Let me get you some food, young one. Oh, and you may stay for as long as you want..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 4:04 am
Kriss is a young mage in training who wishes to be drunk on power but is usually simply drunk.
For that reason he has been expelled from school and is wandering the world trying to barter his skills (inept at best) for a meal, a flagon, or maybe just two flagons.
"Ah, hey, well, that sounds good! I'll bet you have lot of dishes to wash and others chore to do? I can handle them with magic! My gold is running low, you see..."
He looks in his purse and sees that his "gold" consists of a few small silvers.
Sighing, he huddles back into his travel stained cloak, clutches his staff to himself for comfort, and awaits a reply.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 3:09 pm
The town drunkard/rocker walks in
"I'll buy a drink if you want too, if you drink the drink drink the drink the drink drink"
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 3:21 pm
gah! this isn't a roleplaying thread! get ye bums out of here and make your own!
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 6:32 pm
I'll accept your invitation, drunken bunny! Wha..what exactly do lepus like for liquor?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 6:23 pm
*chokes on the air*
wow...even the air here is staggering...phew...interesting.. 4laugh ...
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