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 Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 10:49 pm
Nestled betwixt two nondescript buildings and quite diminutive in size is the Lucky Fox Inn, a place that is easily missed unless one is looking for its location. The exterior is drab and just as weathered as the businesses around it on the street, but it cannot be beaten within the whole town for order or drink; at least, that be the rumor among her regular patrons. Though there be little variety in the fixins offered besides the native foods of the Cook of the Day and what he or she might have picked up from the town, it is reckoned to be next to home made in quality and, with rock bottom prices, one isn't of the mind to argue for the portion served.
Of late, as the older crowd either died off or moved on, the patrons have been somewhat far between, other than the regulars that take advantage of the Inn's rooms upstairs after a night of conversation in the commons. Though the majority of the common folk have left, it seems that at least half of the Lucky Fox's many dark corners are always filled with bodies hungry for a fight, a glass of ale, and a good tale.
Any questions as per residency, orders, or job positions should be directed to the Tavern Mistress, or the current bartend.
[Please let me know if I've done this wrongly]
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 11:12 pm
Well, I suppose I should post some rules here, to let you all know how I do things...
It's quite simple really.
Literacy is nice, but I'm not going to tell you how to post. Just don't be surprised if I go back and fix multiple horrendous spelling errors.
Don't auto or godmod any characters without permission from the person who plays them.
No devastating or obliterating the tavern without my permission please.
You don't need a profile or anything to begin with, just post somehow that is relevant to what I've provided... I.E. waking up and coming downstairs or walking into the tavern, something.
I will however provide a somewhat extensive profile sheet that would be good for you to work on filling in at your convenience, so you have a very good idea of exactly who your character is. I'll post a link to where they go when I figure out where the hell that is.
That's about it... play as mean as you want, all races accepted, make them as strange as they come. smile
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 11:29 pm
Here is your profile thingey. Please use what I've provided, don't edit out what you don't feel like putting in. It takes awhile and makes you think for a reason.
Delete parentheses when you're filling it in.
EDIT - Profiles should go here
[b]Theme songs:[/b] (songs that exactly embody your character... title and artist is fine, no links needed, as many as you want)
[b]Name:[/b] (As much of a name as your character possesses, regardless of what they usually go by or tell people.)
[b]Race:[/b] (Human, elven, demon, black, white, Asian, whatever you feel needs to be here.)
[b]Age:[/b] (If you are a creature that ceases physical aging, provide an Actual and Appearance age.)
[b]Family:[/b] (Any family they've made, children they've spawned accidentally or otherwise, or immediate deaths.) [Immediate family would be mother father brother sister wife/husband and children]
[b]Friends & Allies:[/b] (Member of the thieves guild? Pal around with a Lycanthrope pack? Put that here.)
[b]Hair:[/b] (Short, long, spikey, smooth, black, white, orange? keep in mind, if it's not a natural color for your race, be prepared to work in how you got it that color.)
[b]Face:[/b] (Pixie-esque or strong and squared off? Flawless in every way or covered with scars or pock-marks?)
[b]Eyes:[/b] (Are your eyes large, brown and doe-like with a thick fringe of lashes, or small, watery blue eyes with a look that could kill?)
[b]Favored Weapon:[/b] (What do you prefer to fight with/carry on your person at all times? Includes anything you've had formal training with.)
[b]Magic:[/b] (Write N/A if you are not a magic user)
[b]Magic items:[/b] (Write N/A if you do not have any in your immediate possession... Remember, it's okay to not have a magic item or not know any magic! It all depends on your character and where they've been!)
[b]Background:[/b] (This can be brief, but please try to manage at least a paragraph [which is 5-7 sentences] No "He doesn't remember much of his past" or "She doesn't like to talk about it because it is very traumatic" Explain what he doesn't remember or she doesn't like to talk about... just add in there that he doesn't remember any of this happening or that she gets extremely spooked when the topic is breeched.)
Feel free to post at will... I will type up a post for the tavern Mistress to start everything off in awhile.
xxx
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 12:04 am
A woman who was still young by most measures strolled languidly back and forth behind the unoccupied bar, her melancholy expression matching her mood. Her light feet hop-skipped a step or two in a disruptive rhythm, causing both her dark skirts and her thin russet brown hair to sway. A small sigh left her lips as she raised strangely golden eyes to view her Inn, noting the stragglers that sat spaced out, not talking to one another as the muggy late evening air blew through one of the open windows on a rare zephyr.
Her willowy build swayed back and forth as a tune that would be best played from a wood flute threaded its way through her mind, closing her eyes with invisible hands. She placed her right hand palm out in the air near one of her elvishly pointed ears, her left at a corresponding position somewhat south and west of there. Leather booted feet swayed the tavern mistress back and forth in a dance she performed purely from boredom, spinning and rifting this way and that in a slow but steady pace. She didn't expect anyone to join her; She wasn't exactly always a welcome person within the town, but certainly not chummy enough with anyone to dance with them. From memory she skirted the tables of her establishment with the grace of a wild woodland creature, humming softly to herself and missing the days when she had a partner.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 1:06 pm
"Mind if I cut in? I didn't other elves danced like I did..." A dark elf asked, shaking his hips next her, she could tell he looked like general with his slash and many awards of metals stuck to it, a muscular man standing near, watching them with curiosity, he was Dario's body guard Zev, he didn't really care for dancing so he just watched his prince make those funny moves, just standing there with his arms folded unamused. "And I was wondering if you could be a dear and get a berry vodka?" Dario the prince elf asked her sweetly.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 10:53 am
Flaera snapped her golden eyes open in haste to view the man before her, taking in his obviously splendid dress without moving her eyes from his facial features. The lythari woman allowed a small smile to twitch the edges of her lips upward in a graceful smile. "Of course, that could easily be arranged.." She trailed off, moving within the last steps of the dance that she would complete with the man; for the moment, anyway. The residual swaying of her frame carried her booted feet to the glasses that laid behind the bar, deftly filling a suitable one with the requested mixed drink in half the time of any usual barkeep.
"Here you are, sir... let me know if there happens to be anything else I can get you, aye?" Flaera inquired as she handed the glass to the prince, winking one of her brightly colored, stunning optics in a friendly style. Her feet carried her a step backwards and to the side, sending a glance to the creature who shadowed the prince's movements with an unammused expression. "Is there anything I can get you?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 11:43 am
Dario smiled and sat down at the bar, glancing over the menu, "I'll have some steak, salad and potatoes please, that will be all for now." He said while handing her the menu, "Your a lovely dancer by the way." He sat there sipping his vodka, signal to his body guard to have a seat next to him.
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