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 Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 10:03 pm
 Now Open for business. Keep it clean, Follow KOM and Gaia rules. If I catch you doing anything naughty, I'll personally kick your a**. scream Employees --- When they're full, that's it until I say otherwise. Waiter/Waitresses/Bartenders -- Trivinia kirby_8934 gamenut89 (empty) Maids/Janitors -- Lena-domo (empty) PM me for positions.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 10:07 pm
Announcements :
October 22 2007, 12:09 AM --- Open for business!! Begin RPing at will.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 8:43 pm
Triv wipes at an invisible stain as she waits for some customer to enter. It was unusually quiet for such a busy tavern. Only a few regulars hung around, resting their stressed minds with a few cold ones. Triv was starving for action, attention, anything to keep her mind awake for the rest of the shift.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 2:47 pm
Hallo! My role play name is Lena Marie Earthsheart. My real name is Chelsey, although I do prefer Lena. I am 16, have been role playing for a few years, off and on. I love to write; I'm actualy writing a book right now called Once Majik, Always Majik. So far, it's turning out to be pretty awsome. I am also a member of the the White Wolf Tavern along with my sister-friend Triv. I do plan on going to college for (what I think) is the fascinating field of neurobiology. For those who don't know, that is the study of the nervous systems and how they are connected to the brain. Unlike my older sister, I love sports. Football, baseball, swimming, soccer, all of it! I have 8 swords, am well able to defend myself and others with them, but I prefer to fight with my staff. I look forward to role playing with all of you! Vederla nel ruolo gioca!
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A girl walks in. She is short and wet from the rain falling form the clouds. Taking off her cloak and hanging it on a peg, she then walks over to the bartender and asks her for a pint of milk. While she waits, Lena checks her bag to make sure none of her packets and such-likes got wet or damaged on the walk. When she gets her milk, the girl asks for a towel to dry off her short, dark brown hair.
After a drinking the milk slowly, and getting warmed by the fire, the girl starts nodding off at the bar. It had been a very long walk from home, but she was on her journey now, and there was no turning back.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 9:14 pm
Triv watched the girl from a few feet down the bar, leaning against the wall behind the bar. She didn't smell like she was from here. Ocean air clung to the girl's hair like a squid (if you'll pardon the pun). The nearest body of water was at least 4 days' walk from the tavern. Triv prefered it that way: kept her seafaring days away from her train of thought.
Noticing the girl dozing, she rapped on the table twice. "You need a place to stay, hun?" she asked, her accent resembling something from an Earth island-country called Jamaica. "There's a few empty rooms upstairs," she revealed. That was a definete truth. The rooms hadn't been used in weeks.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 10:45 am
Startled, Lena looke dup at the lady. When she mentioned upstairs rooms, however, she paled. You could really tell, even in the dim lighting.
"Up-upstairs? Do-you-you wouldn't have anything down here, would you?" The girl's accent was quite clearly country. She might smell like the ocean, but she was country born and bred. However, you'd think that with her running--uh traveling for three days, in the woods the whole time, that scent might have gotten wahsed away. Especially with the rain and animals and plants that had...no, that way was bad. SHe had gone mad in the forest, she knew that much. SHe knew it had been three days since she'd seen another human....Human, that's what I am...rememebr that..not...not a--.....
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 11:07 am
Thump
Thump
Thump.
Somethig was coming. Something big was coming. The thumping sound coming from outside stopped, and the door handle turned. When the door swung open, a man was revealed. A big man, standing at around seven feet tall and weighing in at a bit over three hundred pounds. He was wet as well. Short strands of black hair were plastered to his forehead by the rain and his clothing hung heavy with saturation. The man stepped farther into the room and reached around his back with his left hand as he undid the belt that hung diagonally around his torso with his left. His right hand caught what had been hanging from that belt, which just so happened to be a massive axe.
He stepped forward into the room, holding the seven foot, double bladed axe loosely in his right hand as he went. "Anyone got a towel?" He asked in a deep rumbling voice. To be sure, the towel was for the axe, not the lumberjack. Axes rusted when left wet for too long, men did not. If there was any dry spot left over on the towel after the axe was try, then the man could have a go. But axe came first.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 11:53 am
Lena looked over at he very large man and jumped. Back home, there'd never been anyone over 6 1/2ft. Not wanting to stare, adn realizing she was, she blushed an dlooked away. Then she realized that she had a towel in her bag. It would be dry because her bag was made of weather-resistant leather. She reached into it and brought it out. Then she looked at the giant and said, very quietly, "Here, I've got one that you may use, sir." She held it out to him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 12:00 pm
"Thanks." Said the big man, taking the towel with his left hand. His hand seemed to almost dwarf the towel, practically engulfing it in his massive grasp as he took it from the girl. He walked to a nearby table with the towel and set his axe down on the tabletop. He then began to very carefully dry all the water from the axe. He had to be careful not to catch the towel on the axe blade or the spearhead. It was not his towel, and he did not want to rip it.
Once the first side was dry, he flipped the axe and dried off the other side in much the same way. He then lifted the axe up and ran the towel down the long haft a few times to be sure that the wood and the steel bindings were both dry and safe from rot. By this time the towel was pretty much soaked, so it would be no good for drying himself. He set the towel back down on the table and turned back to the girl.
"No need to call me sir either. I'm nobody important." He said as he grabbed the towel back up off the table and handed it to her. "Just a lumberjack that got caught out in the rain. That's all."
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 12:08 pm
She went and got it.
"A lumberjack? No offense, miero, but you are not like any lumberjack I've ever seen. Especially with a seven foot axe? I may look simple, miero, but I assure you, I'm not. You want to try that again?"
She hung the now-soaked towel on a peg before the hearth. Then she grabbed her bag from the bar, and held it close to her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 12:12 pm
Four blinked...
"But... I am just a lumberjack..." He was being completely honest here Four cut down trees for a living. Sure he was big, and carried a big axe, but that just meant that he could cut down trees that much faster.
He was trying at this point to think of a way to prove it, but it wasn't like they gave out lumberjack liscences or anything. He really had no official lumberjack ID that would prove he was telling the truth. He just... was.
((Gotta go for a bit.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 12:18 pm
She nodded.
"I think I believe you. You have the smell of tree-death on you. It's just hard to seean axe that large without thinking that it could quite easily be used for much more than killing trees." She clutched her bag tighter, as if protecting the contents inside.
((Okie. I'm going to have to go in a couple hours.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 8:03 pm
` . {..In..} my ..[Mind]..
The rain pelted into her face, making the terrain around her a dreary blend of grey hues and black shadows that swam as if frightened from the very thunder that boomed overhead. The ebony horses shifted uneasily between her legs, causing her to cast an emerald gaze downward, the block cloak shielding her eyes from the onslaught of water.
“Shush, Maiden. Thunder will cause you no harm.” She whispered to the mare, the only companion she’d had for so long, and the only companion she desired. From on top of the hill, Ashira could barely make out the blur of the inn below her, though it wasn’t too far below. She clicked her tongue encouragingly at the mare and lead her down the slope, careful of the steepness and weary of the mud.
Her slender frame could be seen upon the mare with a sense of command. She knew this horse well, and the horse knew who was in charge. Still, the bond was apparent between them. When an especially loud boom of thunder resounded around them and a stripe of lightning lit up the sky, Maiden neither shied nor whinnied with fright. Her sense of comfort coming from Ashira was strong.
Ashira led the horse around back, where an over hang could shelter the mare as she went inside. Whispering words of comfort to the mare, Ashira smoothed down the drenched ebony coat before moving inside the inn. Her long dark hair was plastered to the curves of her chest and arms, though it was quickly pealed away as Ashira made her way inside the inn. She moved around tables and the like, quickly heading to the bar for a drink. The hood of her black cloak had fallen back to reveal and young face with almond eyes the shade of which was clearly a vivid emerald. Full lips and a straight nose were carved into her face. The slender frame was hidden under the cloak, though the subtle curves where hinted as, seeing as it was also plastered to her frame.
Ashira moved up to the counter, a weary look upon her face and exhaustion written in her eyes. “A strong drink please, what ever you have. Might there be a stable or barn around here that I could keep my mare in for a night or two?” Her voice was soft, hushed. Ashira rarely spoke loud, she hated other people hearing a conversation that was not meant for them, though she was a frequent eavesdropper.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 11:05 am
Four had somehow managed to fall asleep where he sat. It was an odd sight to see a man as large as Four curled up in a chair with his torso sprawled across a table, axe laid under his chest and gripped like a giant fierce teddy bear of death. But there it was, a snoozing lumberjack in a bar. What more could you ask for. And as he slept, Four had a dream. It was a strange dream, full of things that didn't make much sense to him, but that was the way of dreams. The Dream Big black negaraptor thing on buddy number 2? Not happening. Four briefly mused on how he never expected to be calling a number his buddy, but there was no time for lumberjack musings, they just took too long. Within a few long strides Four was within throwing distance of the black Pac Man wannabe. It was soon going to learn that no matter how many power pellets it had, Four and his buddies were not ghosts. Four gave a loud yell and threw the shovel in his lef hand like a frisbee at the group clustered around a blue glowey light. He was aiming roughly for Chompy, but at no particular body part. A shovel thrown by a three hundred twenty pound lumberjack was going to hurt no matter where it hit. Especially if it hit blade first. Wait... Blue glowey light? s**t! Glowy stuff meant magic, besides being for wussies, magic tended to ******** hurt. Four was not going to stand for these magical shinannagans much longer. Since Four had come in from the same direction as Lu, and Lu had moved to the right, that left Four behind him and slightly to his left with a direct line of sight to Mr. Sneers over there. Poor old Mr. Sneers. The lumberjack did not stop running, not even when he threw the shovel. He had momentum, and besides not knowing what the hell momentum was, he was going to use it. Now that his left hand was shovelless, he could bring his axe into play to more effect. He turned the axe so that the haft was held in both hands horizontally across his body, with a couple feet sticking out on each end. The steel axe head was on his left side, away from Lu. He didn't intend to use the axe head anyway, just the strong oaken haft with its steel bindings. If Sneers was paying attention, he would see a massive roaring lumberjack with a huge axe bearing down on him. If Sneers was not paying attention, he would hear a massive roaring grizzley bear bearing down on him from behind. He would probably then turn, and see a massive roaring lumberjack that he had mistaken for a bear bearing down on him. By this time Four had a metric ******** of momentum built up, so he was not going to stop unless Sneers managed to stop him. Four did not want to stop either, so that axe haft was aiming to connect with the negaraptor's chest, head, or other high body part, and fling him to the ground, where Four could easily run past it, or just trample the hell out of it like he had with Lenny. Assuming this was the case, the wussy mage women would see a massive roaring lumberjack who had just smashed the hell out of a Negaraptor with a huge axe bearing down on them. If he had been more movie/pop culture savvy, Four may have shouted something along the lines of 'Do you know who I am??!'
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