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Hillbilly Hikari Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 4:34 pm
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Mud squishes under your shoes as you walked the dark and lonely paths through what remains of a decimated forest. The thunderstorm that brewed and dumped overhead did not improve your mood as a weary traveller just trying to find some decent cover. The trees that still stood in the vasty destroyed landscape were so bear it was like standing in a field of giant sized toothpicks rather then a forest, and with no branches or very few again it did nothing to alleviate the turenchel rain that poured over head. Oddly enough, the weather wasn't this hrorible before you entered the forest...
Suddenly as if out of nowhere just as you were thinking of turning back, a large building seemingly popped out in front of you. And so quickly that you faceplanted into the large oak door causing an echoing knock as you held your throbbing nose. The old door creakd open to entice you with a scene of roaring fires, happy patrons, mugs of ale, and upstairs sleeping quarters.
Before you enter, you look up at the beautifully simple wooden sign to see where you are....
Inns are a type of Role Play where a group of characters are interracting in a specific and singular location, namely a Bar, Inn or Tavern. It is a totally "open" RP thread, no request to join is necessary and Inn threads traditionally do not require OOC threads.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 4:43 pm
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Hillbilly Hikari Vice Captain
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Hillbilly Hikari Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 12:28 am
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The smell of aged wood, old paint and wood polish came as perfume when Hikari opened the doors of the taveler worn, by lovingly maintained, Dragon's Flagon Inn. With all the travelers, brawls, and magical re-appearances, it was hard to keep the old place in such good shape.
It was the oldest establishment in Devil Theory for their patrons to enjoy (though some enjoyed it a bit oo much at times). There was a triangular stage set off in one corner of the main taproom. There were rooms upstairs to accommodate road weary travelers. While no one could ever get an accurate account of their number there was always one more room available if there came a being in need.
The long bar was made of dark mahogany with not one but two highly polished brass rails, the better to accommodate customers of varying stature. There were stools along the bar, tables and chairs in the center of the seating area and more secluded booths along the side and back wall. The kitchen, accessed from behind the bar, was as completely equipped as any chef could desire.
Hikari stepped behind the well stocked bar and looked it over. Everything was almost exactly where it had been the last time she'd set foot inside the Inn. Everything had been restored down to the long step running the back length of the bar so that she could adequetly tend the bar until taller relief came in the form of her co-workers.
Smiling with a contended sigh, she made a quick sweep on the inn already milling with various patrons; all of course who entered with sore noses. Ah, that particular enchantment always made her laugh. Ensuring the Anouncements Board was posted for the Class and patrons, she smiled, put on her apron and began to set the bar in order to welcome patrons and friends old and new.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:38 pm
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Emry Conte, version 1.0 ! He had wanted to stroll into the inn with his black cape flaring behind him and a cool look in his deep green eyes and his legendary Staff of Winds in his grip. Tall, slender, and dressed from bottom up in black boots that reached his knees, black breeches and a pristine white shirt that billowed in the invisible wind, he did, in fact, manage to strike quite an impressive figure. The slim, milky-white staff with a diameter equivalent to a silver penny (at the moment, at least) topped by a clear crystal only added to that aura of mysterious power that surrounded him.
... and the whole image was shattered the moment he stumbled through the door of The Dragon's Flagon, tripping over the threshold and falling flat on his face. The Staff of Winds clattered against the (thankfully!) relatively clean wooden floor, rolling away before it halted and rolled back into his grip as though an invisible hand had pushed it.
{You know,} a smug voice in the mage's mind remarked as he got to his feet and brushed off his clothing. (He did indeed use both hands to do this, and the Staff curiously stayed upright until the mage's hand wrapped around it once more). {I never thought walking through doors was really that difficult. But you humans always manage to surprise me.}
He had been standing there solemn-faced, doing his best to stare down anyone who'd so much as smirked while pretending it had never happened, but once the Staff made his snide comment, Emry Conte's face twisted into an annoyed scowl.
"Oh do shut up. It was your fault," he sniped back aloud, seeming as if he were speaking to no-one.
{Suddenly it's my fault if you cannot keep your own feet in order?} the Staff asked innocently, taken aback.
"You are so infuriating!" Emry cried in frustration.
(Perhaps the man was a touch insane.)
Or perhaps his Staff was a vindictive sentient object, for it managed to tangle itself in Conte's feet once more and trip him for a second time in as many minutes.
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haphazardly parked Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 11:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 4:28 pm
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haphazardly parked Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 4:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 4:46 pm
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haphazardly parked Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 7:45 pm
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{Hey! Hey get back here - leave me here, and I'll leave you stranded next time a group of circle-mages try to contain you.}
Emry did turn back, but not because of the Staff's empty threats (and they were empty, because the Staff knew if Emry was captured by the Council of Mages -- who were unhappy Emry had walked off with the Staff -- then it would be returned to some stiff, boring mage who couldn't Hear the winds properly.) He turned back because the pirate had claimed his sword was sentient too.
With one hand on the Staff, Emry called some winds that ruffled the sleeves of his shirt to protect his fingers from the edge of the blade and pressed two against the flat. Lightning sparks danced along the back of his palm, down the two fingers and into the sword, delving into the sword's magic and using his physical link to the sentience of the Staff to find the sentience in the sword.
There was no response.
The lightning coursed back to his fingers, dissipating once it reached the start-point of the back of his palm, and they sparks brought back nothing but memory of a blank void.
"You're insane," Emry told the pirate matter-of-factly, shaking his head pityingly. "Your sword does not talk to you -- I would suggest seeing a Mind-healer."
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 1:03 pm
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haphazardly parked Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 1:09 pm
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Emry jumped like a normal person being shocked by miniature lightning bolts would jump. And then he stood there, blank-faced, and blinked.
Once, twice.
Thrice for good measure, but only because he wasn't sure what was happening was actually happening.
"I..." he began.
{THAT DID NOT JUST HAPPEN,} the Staff raged. It was terribly possessive of Emry, despite the constant arguments the two were in, and the wind in the little tavern picked up with a force that was very, very unnatural indoors.
"Hey, stop it!" Emry ordered, using his scolding of the Staff as an excuse to shuffle away from the uncomfortably and unsettlingly close proximity of the (stinking) pirate. He used his own magic, channeling it through the Staff to quell the winds and by the time his clothes settled (along with everyone else's) he had completely turned sideways, facing his staff and boxing out the pirate.
Turning back to the pirate, he managed, "I- uh, sorry. Funny thing is, I'm a war mage- furthest thing from a doctor, see. But I hear there's a good one. Out the door, keep going straight until you see a flying pig, then take a left there."
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 2:43 pm
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