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 Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 12:03 pm
Okay, the usual rules, keep it decent. Try not to kill anyone, foul language isn't appropriate, and relax. Try to be literate. smile
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I'm the Barkeep, Benjamin Boyd. I'm a portal jumper who's 125 years old and have been hiding out for about thirty of them. I had been in love at one point but she was lost to a dark creature I killed shortly after her death. I'll try to keep up with the rest of you. This Inn has five rooms to let, a fireplace, and a dining area. Out back there's a training area and we're surrounded by a vast forest. Only the skilled and lucky can find this place. Prices don't exist in here, it's a safehaven put up by an underground benefactor for weary travelers and the perfect place for someone wanting to hide.
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I wiped down a table and set out some new candles. The ice storm was out there, taking out part of his foliage out front. At least the roof was still in tact. This night was actually ideal for travelers to come in from the cold.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 4:55 pm
Her name is Lyra. She is an assassin... skilled with the blade, bow, daggars, the mace, etc. Her family is all dead, and she is searching for their murderer. She has mind powers, limited elemental powers. She is cold, sarcastic, stern. She believes that love does not exist for her, and that it never will. In addition, she has a someone who is chasing her, trying to kill her. She doesn't know anything about the person, or what creature it is. She only knows that it was somehow related to or connected with one of her past victims. She was cursed with near-immortality. She cannot die by being wounded... she has tried. She knows there is a way to die... she just has not figured it out yet.
Lyra saw the inn ahead. Keeping in the shadows, she quickly made her way towards it. Glancing behind her, she knocked on the door.
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