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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 9:28 pm
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Well... I gather from what the announcement thread said that anybody can start a role-playing topic...? ninja If I'm wrong just let me know. xd I used to rp all the time- although now, not so much. Not since we got rid of Aol. I've got three characters involved in a role-play guild here on Gaia- although all of the rpers on there are like anywhere from 9-13 years old and don't type worth a darn. whee Its shortened speak like: Lyk whut yu doin' n stuf??? Its... actually kind of irritating to try to decipher half the time. confused The rp is interesting all the same I guess. xd
Anyways, I usually like medieval fantasy rps the best- so that's what this is going to be. wink Although muzzle-loading firearms, along with various other technologies are allowed too. (Its pretty much anything goes, as long as its not present day or futuristic.) And any kind of character is welcome too. ^_^ When you order a drink or food, I'll role-play as the waitress/waiter who attends you (It'll probably just be breif blurbs though.) And I'll assume that we all know the basic rules of role-play- no "Un-touchable" characters that can't get hurt and are superpowerful, no taking over another person's character or putting words in their mouths... etc, etc. Let's all play nice, alright? ^_^
Setting: The Dizzy Drake is just a simple, two-story tavern set back from one of the many roadways that wander along the countryside, and is owned by a guy named Tristan Tannochre. (Which I'll be playing as he pops in and out, along with maybe a couple of other characters.) There's a small town just up the road, complete with a market, tailor, peddler, blacksmith, etc. There's a small wooded area across the path from the tavern, which tapers off in either direction and down a sloping hill. Inside, there's a spacious main room filled with numerous tables and chairs. There's an L-shaped bar in the back-right corner , with a door leading to the kitchen behind it, and a there's large fireplace on the left. Upstairs are the rooms, on either side of a small hallway.
(If you have any other questions that need answering, go ahead and post them wink )
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 4:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:16 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 7:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 8:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 9:23 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 10:45 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 9:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 4:36 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 5:29 am
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(Wow! This place really took off! xd Oh, kaelwin? This was supposed to be a medieval fantasy-type setting... but... I suppose you could say you traveled back in time or something... so I'll allow it. ^_^)
"Blue Demon it is." Tristian turned about, surveying the many types of alcohol displayed behind him. He picked out the ones he needed and set them on the bar, then leaning down to grab a glass. He expertly mixed the liquors into the harsh drink with a blue hue, and set it before the young man. "There we are." He smiled. "One gold peice please."
The door swung open for the fourth time that afternoon, revealing a tallish elf woman. She wore a dusty, emerald green and chestnut tunic. Brown pants- woven from some sturdy material- bunched into her nearly knee-high boots, which thudded against the floorboards. She calmly made her way to the bar area, hazel eyes darting between the other patrons. The place actually seemed busy today, didn't it? She plopped down onto a stool, and re-aligned her messy brown and green streaked hair for a moment before looking to Tristian with a grin.
Tristian smirked and shook his head. "Isaac begins work at three-thirty you know- its only two o' clock."
The elf shrugged. "Early elf catches the tavern-boy."
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 7:19 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 11:04 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 1:47 pm
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Slowly opening, the door now admits what appears to be a very old man. His robes are worn and tattered, and the straw hat upon his head seems ready to crumble to dust at the next hint of a breeze. In one gnarled and weathered hand he holds an equally gnarled and weathered cane, whose head appears to have once been carved into perfectly spherical shape, but now shows the pits and scares of decades of use and existence.
From under his hat flows a river of snow white hair, which in turn blends into the lengths of his grey moustache and beard. Though his mouth is almost totally obscured by so many whiskers, one can still pick out where it should be by the location of his large hawk-like nose, crooked to one side, and the two twinkling blue eyes to either side.
Slowly, he shuffles over to find a seat by the empty hearth along one wall. His back bent, his neck low, and each step seeming to take an eternity. Finally lowering himself into a chair, he sighs as ancient joints groan and pop from all the motion. Removing his hat, he hangs it on the corner of the mantle, revealing the top of his spotty head to be as smooth as glass, with his hairline creating a rim on his skull about where his hat would rest.
And even though the fire place was empty and cold, he seemed to fit there, as if it were where he belonged. For a moment he raised the top of his bulbous cane, to attract the proprietor of the tavern over. That done, he rests it on the floor again, leaning on it with both of his bony hands.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 2:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 3:47 pm
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