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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Aug 31, 2004 16:26:14 GMT -5
Welcome to the salt mephit, cutter! Come, sit, and bask in the company of like-minded folk. Oh, first time in Sigil, is it, cutter? Well, if you keep your bone-box shut and stay indoors, you're bound to stay out of the dead-book, but what fun is that?
So, what'll it be? Abyssal ale? Arcadian wine? Ysgardian mead? How about a dozen different brews from across the planes?
Up for a chat instead? There's a pair of lonesome deva in the corner who might not mind some company. You'd better stay clear of that barbazu, though - he looks like the kind of blood who'd feed you with your own intestines! You might risk your luck with that group of Guvners, but they'll more likely make you go barmy with all their nonsense.
A bit perplexed? You're on the planes now, cutter! Get used to it! Welcome to Sigil, City of Doors!
<OOC - This is an IC thread for all the characters to meet and interact with each other. We will be using this thread as a prelude to the campaign proper, and will also use this as a testing ground so that you can get in touch with your characters. Make them unique and have fun!>
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Post by Spec the Damned on Aug 31, 2004 18:24:47 GMT -5
A man enters the tavern wrapped in a black cloak. He scans the room until his separately-colored eyes rest on a spot. He walks over to a table in a dark corner and takes a seat where he continues to quietly observe the contents of the room.
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Post by Arcaneye on Sept 1, 2004 0:36:18 GMT -5
A human man in armor that the light reflected dark ruby red and olive colors, the colors that represent The Nine Hells of baator and the Tarterian Depths of Carceri.
He entered with helmet in hand. The helmet looked almost like it was screaming itself. ((OOC: think the WitchKing's helmet in LoTR)) Looking around, He comes to the first empty table or barstool, sits and waits to be served.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 1, 2004 11:51:40 GMT -5
The cozy tavern is fairly filled at the moment, and the two tiefling wenches are running to and fro trying to fill everyone's orders. One of them hops over a recently vacated table to get to the armored man.
What'll it be, blood? she asks quickly.
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Selenya
Squire
Planeshifter
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Post by Selenya on Sept 1, 2004 12:10:30 GMT -5
Suddenly, a young woman appeared out of the doorway. She "appeared" literally, for those who watched doorway at this very moment could see that she didn't walk through the doorway, rather she appeared out of the thin air in the doorway.
The young woman appears to be human, somewhere in her early twenties, and could be called attractive, with her light golden hair, brown eyes and slight bronzed tan, if not for an ugly scar, which crosses left side of her face, barely missing eye. She is dressed in a bit strange looking sleeveless dress, with white almost transparent top, and long red and blue bottom. In both her hands, she holds a staff made of darkwood, ornate at the top.
She looks around warely, as if she wasn't sure where exactly she will find herself; but after realizing that she is in some kind of tavern, the woman visibly relaxed, and looked if there are any free seats at the bartable.
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Kaygor
Peasant
Rogue Modron
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Post by Kaygor on Sept 1, 2004 15:33:20 GMT -5
Kaygor sits at his normal seat, sipping Baatorian beer. He looks around the bar, looking for any promising prospects.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 1, 2004 15:51:55 GMT -5
The bartender, a stock old human with a large ponch, works furiously at pouring drinks for all the incoming customers. A group of swarthy, heavily armored men, obviously tavern regulars, sit at the bar and talk loudly about their latest exploits.
Seeing Selenya, the men at the table begin jabbering amongst themselves wildly and laughing at inside jokes. A few of them eye her wildly and start to get out of their seats.
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Post by Spec the Damned on Sept 1, 2004 18:24:13 GMT -5
The man in black sits within the dark of his corner, one red eye glowing from beneath his hood, darting between the new arrivals. His attention is caught by the table of armored men who seem to be preoccupied with the scar-faced woman, being that their gaze appear to be falling upon her often with their conversation. He continues watching as a few of them start to rise from their seats.
As they do, he looks them over, taking note of whatever belongings are left visible, and attempting to catch anything of value. Both informationally valuable and monetary valuable.
He watches to see what happens next...
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Post by Arcaneye on Sept 1, 2004 18:26:38 GMT -5
The human turned to the Tiefling. His shoulder length midnight black hair moving as he did so. He looking at her, his dark brown eyes were not what stood out, but his scar the ran from right below his right eye and trailed to his his cheekbone and turned to travel down to the side of his chin.
"Half, mixed with Arcadian wine." He said in a slightly deep voice.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 1, 2004 23:37:04 GMT -5
Righ' away, cutter. replied the barmaid, turning away with a swish of her tail. She flies past the bar and picks up a full tray of drinks, distributing them to other tables. In the meanwhile, the other barmaid, a blue-skinned brunette brings the armored man his drink with a smile.
You've interesting tastes, cutter. Its rare for bashers with your colors to come about orderin' Arcadian bub she says, putting his glass down and darting away quickly.
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Post by Arcaneye on Sept 2, 2004 0:47:59 GMT -5
~I'm not your typical "basher"~ he thinks to himself. A wicked grin comes onto his scarred face, ~But then again, there is nothing "typical" about Baator, nor the planes for that matter~
Canderous first puts his finger it in and tastes a little of it. He had learned the hard way to always test before consuming anything. He then takes a partial sip, swishing it in his mouth to get the full flavor, then swallows. He turns around and looks at what is going on in the place. Not too interested in the happenings, he turns back and takes a larger drink from his mixture that he calls a "Deceiver" due to the fact that the color and consistency can fool someone into believing it is either blood or wine.
The taste wasn't the best he had ever had, but it was the consistency. How it was just enough to coat his tounge and slide down his throat at a wonderful speed. Not too thick, not too thin. He loved it. He shook the glass partially and lost himself in his thoughts about being here, going back to Carceri and finding the damn beast that killed his people...
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Selenya
Squire
Planeshifter
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Post by Selenya on Sept 2, 2004 8:46:36 GMT -5
The woman was not acustomed to tavern fights, but she would be a fool to mistake the men's reaction for friendly.
She instintively takes a step backwards... But nothing happens; the portal that has brough her here is a one-way one.
"If this is Sigil, by Lady of Mysteries, the place gets worse with each visit!" The woman thought; as she brought a few spells to defend herself in mind.
She would first attempt to convince the men to leave her be peacefully, of course, but she suspects that it would do no good. As the men stand up, she watches them carefully, trying to find is any of them looks like a leader of the group...
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 2, 2004 9:44:11 GMT -5
<-- To Selenya only -->
Three of the swarthy men get out of their seats, eyes red from drunkedness, spittle trailing down their long beards. One of them, sporting a massive warhammer across his back, walks towards the edge of the tavern, out of Selenya's view. The other two waddle towards Selenya as best as they can.
Hey 'er, lass remarks one of them with a slurred tongue Ca' for a spo' of fun wiv 'ol Pangolan?
His compansion stands a few feet behind him, chuckling to himself. The third man seems to have disappeared into the thick of the crowded bar.
In the corner of her eye, Selenya can see a trio of official-looking men in copper-tinged armor observe the scene intently.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 2, 2004 9:49:35 GMT -5
<-- To Spec the Damned only -->
Spec recognizes the insignia on the breastplates of the swarthy men as belonging to an Outlands mining guild. These people are probably bodyguards hired to protect ore shipments. He notices that the youngest of the lot seems a bit perturbed by this change of events and is constantly looking around, mainly between the 3 men who got up from the bar and a modron sipping a drink at a nearby table.
Spec sees the 3 standing men move towards the newly arrived woman and use an entrapment tactic, with 2 covering the front and the third moving around the edge of the bar to cover the doorway. He also sees a small Harmonium patrol sitting at a table on the other end of the bar, watching intently.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 2, 2004 9:56:33 GMT -5
<-- To Arcaneye only -->
As Canderous begins to sip his drink, he notices 3 loud, swarthy men get up and begin advancing on the newly arrived woman. One breaks away from the pack and disappears into the bar crowd, while the other two start speaking to her in slurred speech.
As he looks around, Canderous notices a modron at a nearby table looking him, unwaveringly straight in the eye. Though such robotic tendencies aren't unusual for modrons, this one blinks once and then, with a movement of its spindly arm, motions at Canderous to come over.
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