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Post by Zeffa! on Sept 26, 2005 8:34:18 GMT -8
(*recites off the classic RP tavern checklist.. 1: merry/stabbity chars get drunk Check 2: All the stoic/creepy characters went upstairs and locked their rooms check 3: something happens in the middle of the night ))
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Post by Thistle on Sept 26, 2005 13:06:26 GMT -8
(( Hehehe stabbity? Well yes I do suppose Thol is a little stabbity. So we jsut need one more thing on our checklist to success?))
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Post by 7john7 on Sept 26, 2005 13:30:26 GMT -8
(( Where's the dead people?))
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Post by deliverance on Sept 26, 2005 19:08:38 GMT -8
(There's a vampire in your midst. The dead will be coming soon...)
The young man from the tavern made his way down the streets of the village, looking and watching out for potential prey. Soon, one caught his eyes, as his hawk eyes now took their effect upon his target. Lulling her into a false sense of security, he took his victim into the dark alley way. What happened there is something that will be left undsaid, however, let's just say that his prey did not come out in the same state that she went in as. Once his meal had been completed, he made his way out of the alley way and back towards the tavern.
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Post by Zeffa! on Sept 26, 2005 19:35:01 GMT -8
*Magus closed his hand gently over the strong cord that held the shining blue stone. Raising it gently to his eyes, the mage saw his reflection in the gem's surface. He saw a twisted dark figure, face drawn and gaunt from hate and fury, years of anguish. His eyes a dull crimson, when once they were a dark purple...His hand clenched into an angry fist, and the pendant shook as his hand trembled. He ground his teeth and raised the pendant in the air, planning to throw it as hard as he could against the wall. But he didn't. Magus paused, heaving out a breath. As much as he hated this, this is what he had become. Destroying the pendant would only shatter the remnants of what he once was, proving he had nothing to turn back to. Magus lowered his head, tears flowing freely now down his pale face. Lovingly, with both hands, he drew the pendant close to his heart, and silently wept.
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Post by Zeffa! on Oct 3, 2005 13:47:57 GMT -8
(... ahem.. ONWARD!) *Three men burst into the inn door, two in plate mail, one on a makeshift stretcher, burn marks all over his body.* "Anyone! Where can I find a healer in this town?!" shouted one of the men in mail. "The thing was huge.. I never thought.. I'm so sorry Jonas.." sobbed the other man holding the stretcher, bawling over his wounded friend.
"Someone!" shouted the other again, getting frustrated with his partner's weeping.
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Post by rikimaru on Oct 3, 2005 14:46:14 GMT -8
Tesshu quickly rose from <insert where he was>. "Bring him here." He quickly laid the man on a table he cleared with a swin g of his hammer and extended a palm over the body, chanting in angelic tongue a spell of healing. "What happened to him...or to you all." He sad to the small group of frightened warriors.
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Post by Zeffa! on Oct 3, 2005 14:58:45 GMT -8
*The bawling warrior seemed extremly grateful, but not very helpful. The one who kept his cool explained.* "We tried to go after the dragon that hit recently. We were a group of 5 when we left.. This is all that's left of us. Jonas here barely survived."
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Post by rikimaru on Oct 3, 2005 15:09:58 GMT -8
Tesshu paused for a moment and nodded. "My condolences. Allow our warriors to avenge your bretheren." He said in a somber tone as he picked his hammer up once more. "Keep him off his feet awhile. Suffering from shock pretty bad."
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Post by Zeffa! on Oct 5, 2005 16:15:10 GMT -8
*The two men nodded, and ordered another room here. taking their wounded friend up on the makeshift stretcher...*
(Timeshift! MORNING)
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Post by Dark Beauty on Oct 6, 2005 15:39:03 GMT -8
Shivelle had felt a feeling of sincere dread last night. There was another of her kind around... and it was not "tamed" as she was. They were in trouble, she had known that from the time she smelt the blood of a human. However, due to the insistance of Annie and Naburine, she had stayed the night. Now she was ancy... she needed to get out of here!
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Post by Zeffa! on Oct 6, 2005 15:53:43 GMT -8
*The soft click of the door, followed by the padding of soft-soled boots announced that magus was walking down the stairs to the main floor again. He would wait until the rest of the party had gathered. Shivelle was already there, though something seemed to be bothering here...*
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Post by brainsqugee on Oct 6, 2005 16:34:28 GMT -8
Arthur Hootenhagen apeared from behind the counter with a cheerfull "Good morning!" He noticed the serious glimpses of all the people around him, and retreated back to his behind the counter home. " I hope it wasn't the sheets that make them so grumpy..."
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Post by 7john7 on Oct 6, 2005 17:42:40 GMT -8
The tall man then emerged from his room. He had his hood down now so everyone could see his face and not be alarmed.
He approached the first group of people he saw, gave them a good morning and politely began to introduced himself... "I apologize for my mysterious behavor last night. I am Ivan Nightshadow."
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Post by Zeffa! on Oct 6, 2005 18:25:44 GMT -8
*Magus peered at the other child of caine...He didn't give so much as a nod though in response. His eyes soon returned to the slightly annoyed arrogant gaze he usually kept.*
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