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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 25, 2003 23:25:58 GMT -5
Moving the rp thread from Planet here.....cutting and pasting in progress.....please pass the Advil. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- (Please Do Not Post to this thread until you have posted your character onto the Brainstorm thread, and I have given you the OK to begin. Thanks.) *Two years have passed since the retaking of the old quarters that lie under the Wretched Roost Inn. Scores of workers plodded on to clean out the debris, and make the rooms livable once again. Though the Master remained at the main Guildhouse, he allowed Crista to take over control of the renovated underground quarters, still answering to him of course. Down the spiral staircase, originating from the kitchen of the Inn, a lone kobald scampered down, chittering to himself, and holding a scroll in his paws. At the bottom of the stair, he pressed a stone in the far wall with one foot, and a secret door slid open. Entering a large alcove, he sniffed the air, trying to focus on one particular scent. It took him a few minutes, but then quickly dodged around one corner, then another, exiting out a door and continuing towards his goal. Thirty feet beyond lie the door to Crista's chambers, at this door he stopped, his fingers scratching a code upon it.* *Their was a faint rustling sound inside, some grumbling too, a thump and then.......* "Aarrgghh!! A dagger in yer heart!!!" *The ornate wooden door was flung open, a lovely elven female with deshelved hair and clothing, rubbing a hand against one hip, glared down at the kobald. Not only had Crista been awakened from her sleep, but she had nicked her hip upon the corner of a table* "This better be good Kartar, or you'll be on tonight's menu." *His paws shaking, he offered the scroll to her, almost dropping it as she reached for it. He made to run, but her words stopped him.* "Make another move and it's yer neck I'll be breaking." *She took the scroll, unrolled it and read, a deep frown beginning to furrow her smooth brow. She went back into her room, took out quill, ink and parchment and penned an answer to the writer of the scroll. Fanning it to dry, folding it and returning back to her door, she handed the parchment to Kartar* "Take this back to the Master. And no stopping for a drink at the bar..... you know I will know if you did or not, so don't test my patience." *She withdrew into her chambers, slamming the door and walking back to her bed, all the while rubbing at her throbbing hip. Kartar scampered back the way he had come, up the staircase and back into the Inn. He ran out through the tavern, too scared to even give the bar a glimpse, and ran to the Guildhouse post haste, never stopping till he reached the Master's chambers and handed Crista's response to him.*
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 26, 2003 3:23:53 GMT -5
Treva:
A boy walked through the front door wearing and equiped with little more then the cloths on his back. A scroll wraped in a leather strap lay at his side although a powerful wizard had created the scroll no powerful magic could be detected within it.
He was a tall boy and it was hard to see his body as he was wearing baggy cloths that streached over all his body aside from his neck, head, and hands. His feet wore two simply and flexible brown shoes. Within the folds of the cloth there could be a thousand knives which was most likly the bluff. However anyone with a decent knowledge of physics could see there were no area's of the cloths that were weighted down.
He wore more of a tired look at this point and although did not seem that strong it appeared that he could hold his own in a fight. He tried to smile friendly like at some of the people on his way through as he began walking untill he reached the barkeep and asked politly but demandingly.
"Were do I sign up?"
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 26, 2003 3:26:54 GMT -5
Arryk:
Getting up from his table and heading towards the bar to refresh his drink, Oskar was just about ran over by the kobold that was quickly leaving.
"Watch it you sorry excuse for a mutt!"
After getting his drink refreshed, he returned to his table were leaning against his chair was dwraven made war hammer.
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 26, 2003 3:28:20 GMT -5
Lewd Beholder:
Keely was whistling a quiet tune and doing what she always did when she was bored on her bed.
Namely field striping her crossbow and putting it back together again.
The last two years have barely aged the female dwarf as she looked pretty much like she did before.
She hears the something, she picks up her crossbow and gets out of bed, dressed only in her nightgown.
"Did you hear that?" She says to any passer bys?
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 26, 2003 3:29:21 GMT -5
Omni:
It was quite easy to predict where the infamous sorceror, con artist, and drunkard Ignitius DePyre would be; in the bar getting piss drunk. What couldn't be predicted, though, was the foul mood the mad mage was currently in. His ever-present grin betrayed nothing of this, but the other patrons in the bar could feel the tension in the air. They all knew what happened when the fire genasi got angry. And none of them particularly felt like being set on fire or turned into a toad that day.
Physically, he hadn't changed a bit. However, the week-old burn marks and his frayed cloak (set in a red-and-yellow flame pattern like nearly all of his clothing) suggested he had a bit of trouble recently; perhaps this was the source of the magician's ire.
However, soon the familiar chuckle emerges, and the tense patrons breathe a collective sigh of relief. The alcohol had started to take effect, so Ignitius was now no more dangerous than usual. That "than usual" was VERY subjective, especially when applied to Iggy, though.
"Heheheh... I's so drunk..."
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 26, 2003 3:30:29 GMT -5
SSD:
Elkharn sat at a table in the bar, noticing an aggravated dwarf almost get run over, or rather into, by a kobold, and a mage getting quite drunk. It was hard not to notice the mage, since Elkharn was one himself. Although you wouldn't know it from looking at him. He was on the young side, only 20, with close-cropped red hair, green eyes, and a seemingly frail build. Seemed frail until you saw him move; he moved with a grace that certainly belied his appearance. His clothes were simples traveler's clothing in various shades of brown. Knee high boots, loose pants, vest, and shirt. A pouch at his side contained a sling and bullets, while a staff leaned against his table.
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 26, 2003 3:31:49 GMT -5
Lady Winter Wolf:
*The barkeep, fishing clean tankards from under the bartop, looked up at the young man that spoke. He didn't look much like a dandy, so wondered about his question* "Sign up for what me fine lad? You wantin' to be one of me servin' wenches? I get a few of them there queer gents now and then, but not enough to make yer any fair bit of coin."
*One of the wenches happened up to the bar at that moment* "Ye know Tarvic, that fire spouter's getting himself drunk again. Ain't he the one that burned down this here Inn those many years ago?" "Aye" *replied Tarvic* "he's the one, but not been the same since he went down below with the mistress neigh on two years ago. Still keeps the copper full with his coins though, so there'll be no complainin' from me."
*Kartar the kobald came barreling through, almost running up and over a dwarf. He chittered excitedly, but never stopped his movement, and slammed open the tavern door to the outside* "Oi, the mistress has that one running for sure. She'll be up in a few I bet, and not too happy for it I tell ye. Hildy, go clean off her table, and make sure her favorites are set." *This said by Tarvic, Hildy dashed off to the kitchen to fetch Crista's favorite fruit wine, and edibles*
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*In her chambers, Crista greedily looked at her soft bed, but went grudgingly to her washtable to clean up from the night's sleep. She dressed quickly, making sure to place her weapons and other necessaries in their usual places upon her person. As she opened her chamber door, she was assailed by the sight of Keely wandering the weapons room in her nightshift* "By the balls of a Baatazu, what are you doing woman??!! The Master's wanting us for a mission, and yer trouncing round in your nightie. Get yer gear together and meet me up at me table....and for the sake of all, get some clothes on." *Crista made for a secret door which would bring her directly to the spiral staircase, but turned to Keely once more* "Don't be making me wait too long woman, or I'll be back to be using me dagger on that face of yours.....a clean shave yer'll be getting for sure." *She turned, went through the door and ascended the stairway up to the Inn*
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 26, 2003 3:34:19 GMT -5
Treva:
"Argh! I was talking about the theives guild! Is their some form of initiation? My name is Kyle Nightwing and I have come to join your guild... That is unless I'm supposed to talk to someone higher up?"
Kyle stood still for a moment staring then got up and stretched.
"Well?"
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 26, 2003 3:34:57 GMT -5
Omni:
"What thieves guild?"
The insane mage is looking at the young man asking about the thieves guild (He knows about the guild, of course, he's even an honorary member, but he's been told to shut his trap).
"I don't see any thief's guilds 'round here. Heheheh..."
But some of the gears in his head are turning. "Nightwing, eh? Now where have I heard that before, heheheh...", he thinks to himself, racking his alcohol-addled brain for the right connections.
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 26, 2003 3:36:16 GMT -5
Treva:
Kyle takes a look over at the drunk and shakes his head.
"I think I know very well were I am... Now who do I talk to to sign up?!"
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 26, 2003 3:37:08 GMT -5
Lewd Beholder:
After going back to bed and after an uneasy sleep, keely decided she had enough and got up prematurely from her bed.
She immediately was dressed and walked up to the door, when she heard an all too familiar voice echoed down the cooridor.
"By the balls of a Baatazu, what are you doing woman??!! The Master's wanting us for a mission, and yer trouncing round in your nightie. Get yer gear together and meet me up at me table....and for the sake of all, get some clothes on." *Crista made for a secret door which would bring her directly to the spiral staircase, but turned to Keely once more* "Don't be making me wait too long woman, or I'll be back to be using me dagger on that face of yours.....a clean shave yer'll be getting for sure."
keely just stared at her as if she was daft, scratched her head and returned to her quarters to get suited up and go to the inn.
It was going to be a long night.
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 26, 2003 3:38:10 GMT -5
Regrix:
In the far corner, occupying a shadowy booth is a lone figure. He sits back to the wall.. watching the door and the main hall.. His black leathers are well worn, not falling apart.. but well worn.. a half emptied tankard sits on his table..
Hearing the raised voices he looks breifly in their direction trying to ascertain what the problem is.. and then goes back to watching the door/room.
He raises his hand to get the barmaid's attention and taps his tankard for a refill
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 26, 2003 3:38:55 GMT -5
Lady Winter Wolf:
Quote: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My name is Kyle Nightwing and I have come to join your guild
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Is what Crista heard as she entered the tavern area, stopping her momentarily in her tracks. She recovered quickly and made her way to her table, already set with wine and favorite foods.*
*Catching Tarvic's eye, she motioned for him to come to her. He put down the tray of tankards and made his way over to her* "You heard the young one I take it?" "Yes, I don't know what his game is, but I'm meaning to find out. Send him over to me, but keep a dagger aimed for his back. Tell Iggy I'd enjoy a bit of his company too."
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*At the same time, one of the serving wenches was hurrying about with a pitcher of ale to refill the tankards of Elkharn, and the newcomer in the corner. In her haste, she tripped over an outstretched leg, and the contents of the pitcher spilled over the head of Oskar the dwarf* "Oh sir, please, oh sir....I didn't mean to" *Stammered the poor girl*
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 26, 2003 3:39:37 GMT -5
Arryk:
"Don't worry about it lass. It's not my ale you just spilled all over someone else. I would be worried about the people who you where about to serve. Now you just made them wait longer for their ale."
Oskar states as he grabs a rag and starts drying his chain mail, long gray beard and hair. Then he hands the rag back to lass, gives wink.
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Post by LadyWinterWolf on Sept 26, 2003 3:40:23 GMT -5
Regrix:
*with a gesture the figure in the shadows signals there is not to fear and to fetch him another tankard.*
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