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 Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 10:57 am
The Red Goblet is an Inn with a Tavern in the front room.
The front room is lit with candles and gas lamps, giving the room a healthy glow. The patrons inside are very rambunctious, and several are singing hearty drinking songs while playing a gambling game with dice. Others are sitting in the darker corners with heads and hoods down, keeping to themselves.
Barmaids weave in and out of the patrons, chests heaving as they either push past drunken advances, or curl up on the lap of a particularly well-endowed man, who of course slips a few coins in the girl's pocket.
There is a stage in the corner of the room, and the travelling troubador, Jocelyn Alaw, is playing and singing a raunchy ballad to much applause and cheering. Occasionally, she takes a break and sits near the stage, letting people buy her drinks, only to jump back up and start dancing or singing to a request, and of course, hard cash.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 11:09 pm
Mahna's eyes hardened as he landed on the ground nearby to the Red Goblet. He stretched his wings, before making his way into the tavern.
The room was filled with odors, both familiar and foreign, that overclouded his senses. He shook his dragon like head and proceeded to the far corner to rest his wings.
Jocelyn Alaw had just erupted into a new song that spoke of broken hearts and disappointment. Mahna sighed to himself, he had not seen one of his kind for quite some time now. He was growing more and more restless each day. Training by yourself tended to grow monotonous and dull after a while. He craved the sweat won from battle, and the warmth of using his magic.
The night crept on, Jocelyn erupting into songs that he had seen dozens of times before. He found it amusing that he frequented this tavern, and yet no one would approach him. His life was growing dull, and he had not even found what it was that his elders had sent him to find.
He would have to wait. Something would happen. It was prophesied.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 12:51 pm
From behind Mahna a waitress calmly walked by, stopping only to set down a tray. On it a pitcher of ale and a mug, the corner of a piece of paper barely peaking out from underneath the wooden jug. The waitress disappeared into the crowd as quickly has she had arrived, having never turned her face to Mahna, with even the side of her cheek hidden by her long brown hair.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 3:15 pm
Mahna blinked as the waitress walked passed. "Unusual," He thought to himself. That was the first person that didn't even look remotely afraid of him. Usual the waiter was near breaking down when they served Mahna, and he suspected that the only reason that they did was because they feared he would tear down the establishment. He chuckled to himself and looked down at the tray that she had set down. "What's this?" He murmered to noone in particular as his gaze fell on the piece of paper.
He took a large gulp from the mug, noting that it was better than the usual ale, and turned his attention to the paper. His curiosity, as usual, getting the best of him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 11:47 am
On the paper was drawn a number of things in different colors and overlapping layers, as if at different times and for different purposes the same piece of paper had been used to convey a multitude of messages and nobody bothered to clear it off. The top layer was a rather sloppily drawn map of the city, one of the docks circled in a much cleaner fashion.
Just above the map, the word "Sundown", with the o drawn as if to be an eye. Beneath the map and word the previous messages were clearly visible and still made of crisp lines, but they could not be read, as if refusing to be comprehended.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2009 4:47 pm
Mahna sat for a while studying the map. It's completely chaotic message overwhelmed his vision, and he had to look away for a moment. He deciphered some of the illegible text, but it was nothing that could be made sensible.
After a few minutes of studying the text he turned his attention to the map that overlapped the rest. He raised his eyebrowes at the poor drawing. "The dock? What is this?" He thought to himself, rubbing his shoulder. "Sundown..."
Jocelyn had just finished up her song, and was now making her rounds, collecting affectionate complements and drinks from drunkards. Mahna glanced over the paper a few times, before coming to a decision. The sun was about to go down. He collected his Halberd and exited the Red Goblet, spreading his wings wide and flying to the harbor.
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