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Post by Kevinness on Jan 2, 2005 3:16:25 GMT -5
Ok it wont take all of it at once, grumbles about it being more than 10,000 characters, I mean come on why does the post have to have a limit....
Well anyway I'll probably break it into its own seperate posts that are ther from each person, but thats alot...
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Post by Kevinness on Jan 2, 2005 3:25:06 GMT -5
She were supervising the staff cleaning her tavern as usual at the age start. After an entire age of drinking and gods knows what in the tavern, it needed a thorough spring cleaning. Of course there were other ways of cleaning a tavern, by ways of magic for example, but magic could be used for other things, and she only used it for cleaning if there were no other way to do it.
She sighed, and illuminated all the places where her servants had missed a spot, smiling as she took a glarse of the wine from the age before and curled up in her favourite chair, watching them and chatting idly with some of her closer maids.
Age start were always so dull, nothing really happening, everyone just waiting for the time to start running again. It had been some hard magic doing to keep her tavern outside of the ages turning, making moving here just as if the time were going, but at the same time it weren't. She found it hard to explain, even to her own mind.
Smiling again, she settled for the wait for the age start, knowing that the hour before the wheel started turning again everything would be clean and the tavern would open, just waiting for the guests. But, *she sighed*, not until then. Nipping her glarse she watched the cleaning....
- Ms. Alarseea the Sorceress
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Post by Kevinness on Jan 2, 2005 3:25:37 GMT -5
The noble King stopped at the entrance to the tavern. Something was different. He paused, remembering the night he drank Dragon's Breath for the first time. A chill ran down his spine. Never again he muttered under his breath. Snapping back to the present, he looked over the tavern once more. Something had definitely changed. Same sturdy oaken door. Same torchlight reflecting off the same stained glarse windows. What was it, he wondered? He took a step inside the door. Same fireplace crackling. Same long oaken bar on the east wall. Same goblets hung above. What was it that was different? Then it struck him. He leaned back through the door and looked above him. There it was. Barely ledgible in the remaining torchlight as some thief had taken the main entrance torches (probably Dyrath, he chuckled). Laidalot chuckled to himself again at his next thought. Even the great and powerful Sorceress could not fully protect her tavern from the effect of the age turning. For there in the Tavern Sign, was the difference. The tavern name had been changed from Dumblewhip's to Dublewhip's! Smiling the King entered the tavern once more to order his first glarse of that fine Kitten White. It seemed like an age, since he had tasted Alarseea's fine nectar. It was long over due. - King Laidalot the Rogue
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Post by Kevinness on Jan 2, 2005 3:26:44 GMT -5
jocky walking into the good ol tavern sees mr kingy laidalot with the biggest smile on his face and wonders wat he is thinking of.. probably alarseea. chuckling to himself jocky says hi 2 laidalot and orders one of those realli realli big jug of ale.. a new age has begun and a scamble of exploring land and organising his lands had made jocky all tired.. taking a long drink of his ale he sets his jug down and begins to bless this fine establishment with his fairy dust..lol - Mr. jocky the Rogue Watch out for Frost! He likes to "liberate" things like runes and probably even fairdust! - Ms. Amber the Rogue
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Post by Kevinness on Jan 2, 2005 3:27:16 GMT -5
Frost walked up to the tavern. It had been far too long since he had been within its walls. The door opened, as a young couple left arm in arm, and Frost paused. Savouring the smell. To Frost, it was as if he was coming home. Indeed, he had spent more nights on the floor in here, than he had in that hovel he called home. Once inside, Frost made his way up to the counter. The bartender had his drink ready, having learned early on, at the wrong end of a dagger, that Frost did not like to wait. Frost was about to take a sip from his drink, when he smelled an odd scent. Any thief would have recognized the smell of the arsenic used, for it was commonly used by their ilk. But, only one with the abilities of Frost (or perhaps skilled) could have detected it over the scent of the 'Dragon's Breath.' In one fluid motion, Frost stabbed his dagger through the bartender's hand, pinning it to the counter, and put a second dagger to the man's throat. "Normally, I would kill any man who attempted to take my life," Frost said "but, I will allow this one slip up to be overlooked, if you tell me exactly which one of my men put you up to it." Frost knew this man was simply a pawn for one of the dissident factions of his thieves, he'd been suspecting an act such as this for quite awhile. The bartender could not speak in a normal voice, but whispered through the pain a single name. Upon hearing this, Frost released the bartender and pulled his dagger fromthe counter, releasing the bartender's hand. "By the way," Frost said, as he picked up the glarse he'd been served earlier, "next time you try to poison someone, don't use something they've built up an immunity to." And with that, he downed the glarse. "now, clean yourself, and this mess you've made, up, and bring me another glarse of 'Dragon's Breath,' and put some more of that supposed 'poison' in, it gives it a nice kick."
- Mr. Frost the Rogue
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Post by Kevinness on Jan 2, 2005 3:27:54 GMT -5
Pushing the door open slowly with his favored hand (the one colored of ivory to show part of what he had given to command his undead legions) he was jarred by the swift smell of ale and burning oak that cascaded over his most delectable sense (since his taste to had been given up for the wisdom that flowed through his weak and humbled body, yet another curse for power). Taking in all that he could and noting a few of the stranger scents, including that of the dreaded brew. Forcing out the thoughts of alcohol, as it always made him a bit queasy in the stomach, he scanned the room for a place to sit quietly with a meal for the night and align his thought in the proper order for the progress of his newly aquired province. Seeing a place rather comfortable looking he moved over to it slowly he stopped when he realized its proximity was close to the fire of the room, too close as his favored hand clenched and unclenched due to the still vivid memories of the flames that had danced and twirled across it's now gone skin, with each lick of the inferno curling the skin just a bit more. Visibly shaking with this memory he hobbled over to another spot close to a window outlooking the street in the cool night.
Tucking the magically bound bones of his favored hand into his robe he signaled one of the working girls over to order his meal for the night. Ordering the best meal of the night he tossed her the coins to cover the meal twice over and nodding to her to that it was hers if he was left alone during his meal he slumped back in the chair and let his nostrils search the room for the strange scents once more. Dragon's Breath, his stomach turned over, and a faint smell of... something else, he wasn't quite sure... a poison of some sort? His glance slowly fell upon the bar and across it. Seeing the source of the foul smelling alcohol he turned back around to try and ease his stomach back into cooperation for the soon to be there food. Closing his eyes he tried to remember what food tasted like, it felt so long ago that he had felt the rich flavors play across his tongue, but it had only been a couple of short years... or had it? No it had only been a few months before that he had sacrificed these things for his now current power. Suddenly he felt a slight pull on his mind, puzzled he slowly realized that he hadn't yet taken his scabbard off. Removing it he began to hear a voice in his head, muffled at first, but slowly gaining its distinct volume. "Let me out of here, I need to breathe." "You dont need to breathe, you're a sword for crying out loud," Barax muttered to the sword under his breath as he slowly closed off his mind to the sword, severing the telepathic link to the sentient object. "Hey, don't you dare close me out ag....," was the last thing Barax heard as he focused on the room once more. Staring at the food on his plate that had been set before him. Waving off the waitress and his change he slowly devoured the smells of his food, his stomach now ignoring the nearby alcohol grumbled angrily for him to start eating. "Yeah yeah," Barax said as he shoveled the first bite into his tasteless mouth, feeling the food's form give way to his gnawing teeth, then sliding down his throat into his never satisfied, yet thinning stomach....
- The Wise Mr. Barax
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Post by Kevinness on Jan 2, 2005 3:28:28 GMT -5
Her life, circling around the well being of her tavern and her lands and people, were a busy one. She felt it was hard to make everything combine and had long since started to run her province from the tavern. Spending hours sending messages out to her people with her orders. Sighing softly she turned her gaze back to the paper she had in front of herself, signed it, and sent it off with one of her boy servants.
She rose, and looked about her room, deciding to go down to the common room, to see if any of the kingdom's lords were visiting, the bustle of the common room always relaxed her.
A little while later she were clean, in fresh clothing and a maid had combed out her long coppergolden hair, which were now curling down her back, held back by an emerald clad hairband matching the colour of her eyes. Her cream white, simple, rather low cut dress suited her perfectly as she slowly entered the common room. She spotted several of her fellow rulers as she maid it to the bar, nodding at them. She stopped near Frost. Understanding what had happened, she muttered angrily under her breath, but she didn't speak up. She'd have a word with her bartender later...
Smiling at Frost, though frowning at the sweet smell of Dragon's Breath, she gave him a soft "Greetings, my lord" before taking her glarse of Kitten White and retreating to her usual, comfy chair by the fireplace. She settled down and started her favourite past time, alternating between staring into the fire, seeing old and new times, and watching her guests. She nipped at her Kitten White, and stared into the flames...
- Lady Alarseea the Sorceress
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Post by Kevinness on Jan 2, 2005 3:30:26 GMT -5
Amber wearily settled into her favorite chair next to the ancient stone fireplace, tossing her rune bag to the floor (after quickly glancing around to see if Frost was visiting too!). She leaned her staff against the dark wooden paneling and leaned back, taking a long drink of her favorite elixir, gratefully whispering a spell of blessing for the Lady Alarseea for stocking her private supply. Wedding festivities for her brother-in-law were wonderful, but she was awfully glad to be back.
- Lady Amber the Rogue
Thirsty and tired of travel, Brunith leads his horse out from the woods and heads towards the tavern. Shortly after dismounting, he eases into the door of the tavern and takes a slow glance across the place taking it all in.
Conforted by his surrounding, he proceeds to the bar and gets a drink. After a small taste, he wanders over to a window that shows a view of the woods, but also has the warmth from the fire, and settles into a peaceful moment of relaxing solitude.
- Sir Brunith the Sorcerer
Amber flings the side door to the tavern open and throws her rune bag on the table in front of her. A few runes spill to the floor...but what difference does that make with everything else that is happening out there...Which Kingdom should she target? One of her Kingdom mates is getting gbanged...Siemen...(why in the world did he pick that name?!)...what are we going to do folks...this is very frustrating! I want a flagon of honeymeade!
- Lady Amber the Rogue
Wonders back to the peaceful moment that seems to have slipped past as he considers the reports of damage and how to work to fix everything.....
After a long look at the reports, he orders another drink as he pulls out a quill and begines writing out the edicts to the province to start the process of rebuilding.
- Sir Brunith the Sorcerer
Oh we DO have a wonderful tavern...please join us for some tasty brew!
- Lady Amber the Rogue
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Post by Kevinness on Jan 2, 2005 3:31:43 GMT -5
Snarling at the reports she got in from her lands, she sighed. Last age had been much more profitable than this one seemed to be so far. She just hoped it would better soon. Sending her message boys out with her orders to everyone that worked for her she sighed again and put her quill and ink aside. Stretching, she rose, and slipped into a forest green dress, which were hugging her curves without seeming too obvious, and slipped out at the back of the tavern, crossing the yard there to the stables. The next moment, she were on the back of her favourite stallion, a blazing white Elven Mount, galloping past the tavern front doors and into the woods. She simply loved getting away outdoors where noone could reach her, feeling the strength of the horse beneath her, racing for an unknown goal. He understood her perfectly, unlike so many other males. She snarled softly again, urging her mount onwards as she did so. Several hours later she returned, her horse trotting slowly, her hair wet and her dress clinging to her after her bath in some forest pond. She weren't really wet anymore, just not totally dry, and she were in a great mood. Feeling happy with her lands, and her life and content with everything, she were a beaming, beautiful lady, a true vixen of the forest. She slipped off her horse outside the main door, knowing he'd be taken care of by her stable lads when he got to the stable, and knowing him to be smart enough to actually go there. She entered the tavern, nodding at those who looked up at her, got herself a glarse of wine, and headed towards the back door. (OOC: you are allowed to stop her, if you dun, I'll just send her out to her room in my next post ) - Lady Alarseea the Sorceress (btw - OOC = Out of Character) - Lady Alarseea the Sorceress ***Amber walks in and settles next to the open window that overlooks the dew covered gardens...the moon is a silver curve in the sky and the fireflies are hovering near the grarsees by the woods*** She orders a single shot of Zacathan golden water and sips as she looks around***glad to see Lady Alarseea returned before she caught cold from her romp in the woods! - Lady Amber the Rogue
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Post by Kevinness on Jan 2, 2005 3:32:25 GMT -5
Amazed by what he had seen, he couldn't actually call it spying for she had approached his spot in the forest without noticing her, his perch in the tree, seemingly away from it all, close to where he had spotted a tranquil spring. Resting himself away from all of it, the reports, the wars, he just had to get it all out of his mind, out of his soul for just a small time. He really hadn't expected anyone else to be out there, but as he heard the hooves of the fast approaching mount he moved closer into his niche of the tree fearing it might be a report from one of his advisors. He only chanced a look when he heard the hose stop and whinny, upon his glance around the tree he saw her tieing the steed as she slipped around a few more trees to, so he thought, take a dip in the pond. Not feeling interested in spying on an inoccent girl out in the woods bathing he decided to inspect her mount. He quietly slipped up next to the horse putting a hand on its muzzle to keep it quiet while offering the apple he had brought with him to eat. The horse suprised and seemingly tamed by the pleasant treat tolerated his hands roaming across its sleek coat, its muscles rippling softly under his touch. Feeling the horse at calm and water breaking as though someone had raised out of it, Barax slipped off as quietly as he had come, back into his perch up in the tree. Seeing the horse gallop off in the direction from which it had come and seeing the back of the forest green robe rippling across the graceful back of its new rider, he realized it was the proprietor fo the kingdom province. Reaching for the whistle that hung from his neck he thought momentarily of her as his breath vanished through the whistle to summon his ethereal mount, he laughed to himself as he realized what he could have just witnessed if he had pressed forward to the pond. Shaking his head to try and clear it, he jumped out of the tree to land on the awaiting wyvern, wisps of ethereal smoke flowing freely from its skin. Gripping the reins tightly as it rose into the sky flying without command back to his palace, but veering off in a new direction at the heed of its rider, the direction in which the stallion had traveled.
"You know you could..."
"Shut up sword." Barax sent to the item strapped to his waist.
"Well I'm just saying..."
"Yeah, and I'm saying shut up, so zip it."
"Well then why are you heading off to her tavern then?" the sword asked with a bit too much knowing in its voice.
"For a drink."
"But you don't drink..."
"I know, so shut up." Barax said as he temporarily severed the telepathic link to the sword.
He arrived at the tavern shortly afterwards, and upon entering he knew he had beaten her back, for all the servants in the taver looked up as the door opened, expecting to see someone else. Sitting in his now usual seat by the window. He waved away the servant for his thoughts were feeding him for the moment still, he didn't even notice the door open as she parseed through into her tavern. He caught her out of the corner of his eye as she hesitated at the door. The dress which should have hung loose on her body, now clung to her figure revealing her full figure. Catching something in the back of his throat, he pulled his favored hand into his black robes clenching and unclenching his fist as the sword pried back into his mind.
"So why not?" The sword asked.
"Because..." Barax said as he looked at his hand under his robes, "because..."
- The Wise Mr. Barax
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Post by Kevinness on Jan 2, 2005 3:33:38 GMT -5
*Astral flew high above his land, exploring every last inch of it. It was so wonderful to be in a new kingdom, so....refreshing you could say. He wanted to make a new start, and build a prosperous province, where the people were happy and children could play and laugh....*
"Oooh, whats that?"...he spoke aloud to himself, as his thoughts were disrupted by a sudden... something.
Far ahead a tiny figure soared upwards... As Astral focused his vision, it became clear to him that it was a Wyvern.... and somebody was riding it.
"What do you think Avio? Should I follow that wyvern rider?"
His trusty falcon next to him in flight, only replied with a nod...
"Well then 'follow him' it is. Maybe he could lead me to the rest of the kingdom royalty, I haven't met any of the other leaders and I think it's about time..."
Silently he soared after the Wyvern rider, with Avio by his side, not knowing where this thing would lead him, but excited non the less. Life was good again....
- Sir Astral the Warrior
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Post by Kevinness on Jan 2, 2005 3:34:27 GMT -5
Frost had been wandering across the great lands. It had been a long, and tiring journey, and it had been nearing completion when he had come across a pond. He had been bending down to get a drink, when he heard the sounds of a horse trotting. Instinctively, he had retreated to the shadows. The thief that lacked that instinct, did not live long. He noticed a woman riding up, and though he thought it was alarseea, decided to watch for a minute, he had fallen victim to faerie glamour in his youth, and as a result, was always cautious.
Realizing what Alarseea intended, Frost decided to sit back and enjoy the show. She had just entered the water, when he heard a russle in the tree's. He realized instantly it was not the wind. The man was watching Alarseea intently, and did not notice Frost sneak up behind him. He was just petting the horse as Frost drew up behind him, dagger in hand, ready to slit the man's throat. Frost wanted to make this personal, to make this man suffer for his indiscretion, but as he always told those he trained. "The theif that makes a kill personal, kills himself."
But, just as Frost was about to strike, he realized something. This man was Barax, of Blade of Aloyarc. One whom Frost had sworn a Blood Oath of alliance with. While Frost did not hold much sacred, this he did. Thus, he could not in good conscience slay this man.
Frost fled back into the shadows. After watching Alarseea finish, and making sure she left safely, Frost sought to find Barax, but he had left. Rushing despite his tired legs, he reached the tavern right behind Alarseea, he waved hello, and could not help but notice her flush upon seeing him. It was obvious that she had missed him. Indeed, she was probably the only one to know he was gone. She was the only one who saw him on a regular basis, others had gone entire ages without seeing him. The only sign of his existence being the occasional dagger, driven into the wall above their beds, a note dangling, with a response to a message sent into his lands the day prior.
She did not stop to talk to Frost however, but entered her tavern quickly. Frost did not take offence, he had business that needed tending. Frost burst into the tavern. The door slammed into the wall as he entered. Frost took one look around, found the man he was looking for, and marched toward him, pushing drunks aside without even looking. As he reached the table, with the lone man sitting, watching Alarseea slip into the back.
"Barax," said Frost, his tone striking fear in all the tavern's occupants, who shrunk in their seats, holding their drinks closer.
Upon this, Barax sought to get up, muttering something about having to be up early tomorrow. It seemed as if he was speaking in two voices. Frost would not realize that until the next night however, his anger kept that fact from him for the moment. Frost pushed him back into his seat.
"We need to talk. Now."
- Sir Frost the Rogue
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Post by Kevinness on Jan 2, 2005 3:35:27 GMT -5
Astral landed on soft grarse. Luckily the wyvern rider, didn't notice him. In front of him there was a tavern. Sounds of laughter and chattering echoed from the tavern, and Astral longed for a drink, any type of drink! He couldn't remember the last time he was in a tavern. He slowly walked towards the entrance not knowing who to see and what to expect...
Suddenly a shadow parseed infront of him so fast, he couldn't even make out what it was. "What the hell..." Astral screeching startled. "It was a thief", Avio said in a nonchalant tone. Offcourse he saw what it was, falcons have incredible sight afterall. "How do you know?" Astral still a bit startled. Avio just gave him a silent "u're the dumb one" look, and enough said.
"well okay then, looks like I should keep my eyes on my gold pouch then shouldn't I?" "YOu better, if u still want youre stuff IF we get out of here"...Avio remarked.
With that said, Astral with Avio on his shoulder walked into the tavern...
- Sir Astral the Warrior
Welcome back Frost, you have been missed. Anything at the bar is yours if you wish, just put it on my tab.
- The Heroic Sir Enyour Mindzeye
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Post by Kevinness on Jan 2, 2005 3:36:17 GMT -5
Falling back into his seat suprised by the urgency that seemed to be in Frost's voice, he stared at him intently.
"Yus? About what?" he said half heartedly, thoughts still broken across the frame of his mind.
"Master I don't like the look of this vagrant." His sword telepathically whispered to him.
"Sword how many times in one day do I possibly have to tell you to shut up, besides this isn't some vagabond straight off the streets, he happens to be a kingdom coordinater of...." Barax sent to the sword.
"Yeah, yeah, stop trying to make it sound fluffy. He's a thief, as simple as that."
Blocking out the link to the sentient object and removing the scabbard from his belt with his left hand, while pulling his favored right even further into the dark folds of his robe, he again focused on Frost.
"Thats more comfortable," Barax said as he laid the sheathed sword on the floor next to his chair. "Now what is it you wish to talk about?" His slightly pointed ears twitched, showing some of the elven blood that still coursed through his veins mingling and intertwined also with his human lineage, as he saw Astral enter through the tavern door. He signaled a nearby server and ordered a meal realizing how hungry he was, no not how hungry he was, but how hungry the "machine" in his stomach was. As the waitress turned to leave he grabbed her by the arm, "and two of your finest drinks. No wait, make that three," as he thought he saw Astral head towards the table, knowing full well that if Astral wasn't heading for their table that Frost could polish off all three drinks without difficulty. Pulling the his favored arm tighter in against his body, "A meal for myself, and the drinks for you, or him," nodding over to Astral, "if he wishes to join us."
- The Wise Mr. Barax
(OOC: Barax will refuse to drink, and the whole ears and blood thing was to show that he was half-elven, and also if you havent caught up he gave some things up to gain command of the undead, and a few other things.)
- The Wise Mr. Barax
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Post by Kevinness on Jan 2, 2005 3:39:03 GMT -5
WOW, Astral thought to himself as he entered the tavern. This place is...NICE! It was warm, it was cozy, it was friendly and most of all it had people he could go talk to, NOT advisors.
"There he is..." Avio nodded toward a table in a corner. "Huh?" Astral looked puzzled toward Avio... "The thief master, it's the thief that entered before us" "Really?" Avio looked at Astral, one of those looks... "Okay Okay I'm sorry!"
Astral quickly glanced towards the table, there were two men. A dark sinister one which frankly gave him the creeps, the thief no doubt, and a elven man with his hand in his cloak... respectalbe you might say. 'dern' he thought to himself, the Elf just looked this way.
Suprisingly....he nodded Astral over, while talking to the servant.
"What now?" Astral asked Avio "Well don't just stand there, go over and introduce yourself!" Avio said in a commading voice "But don't you think that theyre a bit creepy? I don't want to get messed up with the wrong 'company'. " "Well you are new and I don't see any other people inviting you for a drink, so they can't be that bad. They look, well, ummm, friendly enough?..." Avio screeched. "Well okay then, am I suppose to be so nervous?" Astral asked as he walked towards he men at the table. Avio just sighed.
Astral stood next to the table. "Hi there fella's, names Astral glad to meet ya! Thanks for the drink mr...?"
All Astral could think of was YOU DUMB IDIOT, what an introduction! He mentally saw himself slapping him against the head.... Hope this is going to go good, the thief doesn't look quite inmpressed.
- Sir Astral the Warrior
***Amber watched the melodrama from her table next to the window***...Alarseea sure knows how to ensnare those boys...even undeads...***smiles and decides the Kingdom is improving***
- Lady Amber the Rogue
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