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setsuai_kijo
01/29/2007 8:30 PM

The Horse and Carrage Inn was an unassuming place, despite its strange proximity to nearly every place else. It sat at the side of a small river, connecting a decent sized lake to the sea not very far off. The lake was surrounded by a forest, sectioned off by a number of paths that lead to and from nearly anywhere a traveller could want to go.

The sign above the heavy door was welcoming, with a picture as well as the name of the establishment. The first room was a normal tavern. The bar ran along the back wall, and a good number of tables and chairs were scattered about, their position in almost constant flux due to the coming and going of patrons who liked to move things about to suit themselves. The kind inn keeper paid the haphazard arrangement no mind, except to make sure there was always a path from the door to the bar, and that nothing got too near the fire places.

The stairs along the back wall lead up to the rooms that were for rent. All were in good condition, if somewhat modest, and of varying proportions to accomadate whomever may need a bed for the night. These same stairs continued out to the roof, where there was room to sit and enjoy any nice weather that came around.

From the main room, a second set of stairs decended into the basement. More seating was to be had there, as well as a raised stage that would be ideal for a musician or bard to perform from.

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It was an unseasonably beautiful day, Setsuai thought, as she droped her pack off in the room she had rented. A smile on her face, she purchaced a hot mulled cider from the bar tender and took it outside to sit on one of the benches overlooking the lake. The sun had finally taken the morning chill away, along with the fog, well before she had arrived at the Horse and Carrage. Now the sun was shining brightly and, as she cradled the warm mug in her hands, Setsuai considered putting aside her heavy cloak. As noon aproached, and she siped the warm cider, she entertained the hope that the winter would be mercifully short this year, after how long the last one seemed.

Oreiun
01/30/2007 9:44 PM

A faint Silhouette turned the corner of the river, obviously a traveler taking advantage of the ideal weather. His steps led him along the river bank, his large leather boots sinking slightly with each step. Oreiun neared the Inn and his gaze immediately shifted towards the unnervingly happy female.

Before her stood a man unnerving intent in his eyes, his mouth and nose covered by a dingy battle worn scarf, eyes only half visible due to the dirty hair draped in his eyes. Leather armor donned his person, two shortswords worn proubly at his waist and a bow strapped to his back.

He nodded towards the female, his eyes hollow and in a far off place. He unhooked his gauntlets and walked into the tavern. It was time for him to "celebrate".

[Edited by Oreiun on Tuesday, January 30, 2007 9:48 PM]

wasuup
02/05/2007 4:26 AM

not so far away an old and maybe wise man, wearing a black cloak with the hood up, the face was nearly invisible apart from his mouth and shabby white beard, next to him walked a younger man with black leather armour and sword hung from his back, all his clothes were black aswell, he was also wearing a cloak but this one was a light grey color his face wasn't so well covered and you could see his bright red eyes looking around, he had dark skin and he looked ready for battle.
"master, why are we going to raid zengrada it seems too small to have anything of intrest there?" the man said,
"lucas havn't i taught you anything the town is full of people with gold some where we don' want to look as if we are trying to get anything, so small towns and villages are what we raid not big cities with guards hanging around, we won't raid them until are numbers are many," the old man growled.
"okay, i understand now, bg cities too many guards little towns and villages only peasents and a few guards" lucas replied.
"yes my boy you have finaly got the idea," he joyfully replied.

As they where nearing an inn they saw someone outside, maybe a girl or a boy,
"master shall i kill them?" lucas asked, his body tensing up ready to fight. "no lucas we don't want our presence revealed, as we are we look like weary traveller's looking for a place to eat drink and sleep." the old man growled "oh, and call me by my name when we go, makes us look like freinds, and let me do the eye spell to make them brown maybe, or blue." they stopped walking and turned to face each other, "yes, drecon i will, and i would like brown eyes they aren't so bright and piercing," lucas replied. drecon chanted some strange words and lucas' eyes went brown. "there, finished" drecon smiled "we'll be fine we go in have some ale then just as we ask for a room for the night you break the bartenders neck, when everyone gets up start to use that power in your eyes it'll make them go back to red aswell as killing most of the people there."
"i like the plan master drecon" lucas replied smiling evily.

[Edited by wasuup on Tuesday, February 6, 2007 4:14 AM]

setsuai_kijo
02/05/2007 8:49 PM

((Note for you in the OOC thread, wasuup))


Setsuai watched Oreiun aproach over the lip of her mug. When he drew near enough, Setsuai extended some of her general good cheer in his direction in the form of a smile. She couldn't help but think him an interesting sort with the look he wore. And his armor was interesting too. She'd seen a good deal of armor in her travels, but few sets as well used as that the man wore.

Hoping, perhaps, for some interesting conversation, Setsuai quickly finished off her mug. She unfolded herself from the bench as a pair of men came up the path. She paid them little heed as she made her way back into the Horse and Carrage. She sat herself at the bar, nearby Oreiun, and returned her empty mug. This time she had the barkeep spike the cider.

wasuup
02/06/2007 12:43 PM

The two climbed up the steps too the inn, "now remember Lucas do not give away our intention's, we don't want a repeat of last time." drecon growled,
"yes master, i will be more careful, last time was an accident, it will not happen again." lucas replied with an evil smile. Lucas opened the door and held it for drecon, once inside they looked around to see what they where up against, then walked to the bar and ordered some ale and a large plate of cooked meat which looked like beef. As the bartender came back Lucas leaned over and whispered some strange words onöy heard by the bartender, who instantly dropped to the floor twitching. Drecon and Lucas yelled at the twitching form ready to see what the reaction was.

nuke_ur_brain
02/09/2007 11:32 AM

Starting up the trail towards the tavern Kane heard shouting. thinking to himself that maybe he should reconsider staying the night here. But ignoring his thoughts, he headed inside. Stepping inside he shakes the dust from his overcoat and hat and walks past the two who seemed to yelling at the barkeep. Not seeming to care that some unknown magic or poisen caused the barkeeps spasms, Kane takes an empty seat at the bar and drops his head on the bar, wide brimmed, red hat seeming to make his head vanish.

wasuup
02/09/2007 1:24 PM

drecon looked at the new comer with a look of suprise on his face, he thought: hasn't anyone realised what just happened. "Lucas, the time is now!" he whispered
"yes master" lucas hissed back. Lucas launched a ball of flame at one of the patrons serving customers, then he noticed the girl sitting at a table. "Master, i cannot" he cried, i cannot carry out the plan, not now."
"why, not if you don't i will kill you to for betrayal"
"fine, but i will not kill her," Lucas pointed at the girl.
"ggrr, you have fallen for her without knowing who she is, thats a dangerous mistake," drecon replied angrily, is face morphing into the look of pure anger.

Silonway
03/07/2007 11:10 AM

"No! No! Not now! Gaah!" A pillow was thrown at the front door of his bedroom. Silonway finally awoke from what seemed to be a horrifying nightmare. He rested gazing at the wall across from him until hearing some yelling just below him in the bar.

"What's going on down there?" Silonway whispers to himself. Getting out of the small bed from underneath the covers. Covering his body up with the leather pants that he received in Galan, and putting his leather vest over his tunic that he got from Seelan. Throwing over his long dark green cloak a loud hard knock came at the door.

"Yes, what is it?!"

"Sir, uh uh.. We have trouble!" The man was speaking quickly and seemed frightened.

"I see, who are they?"

"I have no idea sir. Please hurry!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Silonway threw on his belt around his waist, which held his long sword, and couple knives. He finally unlocks and opens the door, spotting the shivering frightened man standing against a wall. Silonway lifts his hood over his long flowing hair, and his stretched elvish ears. His face turning into a shadow.

"Lead the way."

Darkesia
03/09/2007 1:35 PM

[Edited by Darkesia on Saturday, March 10, 2007 2:55 PM]

Recko_glyph
05/21/2007 9:14 PM

"Perfect" my father, yelled "Simply brilliant."

I let out a huge sigh as I thought to myself (how could you have been so stupid)

"How could my son whom I have personally trained to be a merchant have possibly forgotten to check the wheels of the cart before leaving!" He paused to catch his breath and continued "We are not, but one day from home and our wagon has already become incapacitated, not to mention the damage you caused to the our cargo going through the short cut you found yesterday!".


After having prepared so long for this voyage with his father, Quishtar had failed to complete even the simplest tasks that his father had asked of him.

"Stay here and watch the cargo.." he said bitterly" I will see if there is a blacksmith that can help us."

Quishtar watched as his father entered the tavern feeling both resented and pitiful

As he was assessing his stupidity he looked to the wagon, but soon heard a loud voice and turned to see flames suddenly appear through one of the windows of the tavern. He reached into the wagon instinctively reaching for his hunting knife and ran immediately into the tavern

[Edited by Recko_glyph on Monday, May 21, 2007 9:17 PM]

CandlestickJay
05/22/2007 3:53 PM

"Outside! Ever'one outside!" A tall woman with long dark locks twisted in a braid pushed two rather inebriated men out the door, followed by two younger girls who looked like waitresses. "Grab the buckets and hurry to the river, brin' back as much water as you can!" She called to them. Her accent was thick, but understandable.

She paused, spotting the boy heading her direction with a knife. "Oy!" she yelled, blocking him from the door. "I don' exac'ly know what you plan to do boy, but if you want to help, fetch water, don' run around like a chicken with yer head cut off!"

With that, she turned and sprinted back into the building. The flames rose higher into the air, as the woman darted down the hallway and then up the stairs, coughing as the smoke entered her lungs. From somewhere inside one of the guest rooms, currently occupied by a visiting blacksmith and a visitor, an older man, she heard cries and pounding. [i] They must be trapped inside! [/i] She thought hurriedly, spotting one of the antique axes on the wall and yanking it down. "Watch out!" she cried, coughing as she swung the axe against the hinges of the antique door.

It shattered, already weakened and fell to the ground to reveal a stumbling, frightened blacksmith and his unconcious visitor. " 'Urry!" Together they pulled the unconcious man from the room, and she cast a glance backwards down the hall. The flames licked closer and the smoke filled the hallway as they rushed towards the stairs.

Recko_glyph
05/22/2007 6:54 PM

(OOC- I applaud you, very nice job also I realise I was somewhat repetitive in my first post)

Feeling ever more useless Quishtar decided that in the least he could help save the now smoking Inn and tavern.

Using his knife, he was able to unhook one of the horses from the cart and raced off towards the river that he remembered passing with his father, reasoning that somehow helping to save it would be enough to make up for his previous short comings.

It wasn't until he was 3/4 of the way there when he came to a dead stop. [i] Oh God [/i] he thought, realising that his father had been inside the tavern he quickly filled his bucket and raced back as fast as he could nearly hitting a young lady who was making her way towards the river.

All he could think about was getting to his father and his skin began to crawl as he began to fear what may have already happened at the burning Tavern.

A fear that he would find had been well justified.


[Edited by Recko_glyph on Tuesday, May 22, 2007 6:56 PM]

[Edited by Recko_glyph on Tuesday, May 22, 2007 6:58 PM]

CandlestickJay
05/22/2007 7:08 PM

((does this mean that his father is dead? Cause I can handle THAT just fine. Thats what I'm gonna go with, and if it doesn't work, then I'll just go back and edit and fix it. Editing is a fantastic way to fix problems. :-) ))

The woman's lungs were burning as they passed a steady stream of people passing buckets of water up to the burning rooms. She and the blacksmith kept the limp body between them, and finally they dragged him out of the building and all three collapsed, breathing in cold air that burned and healed.

Turning over on her back, her deep green dress singed with soot and smoke, she looked up at what remained of her precious building. It was smoldering now, the water and the help of the people having done what they could to cease the flames. The entire top floor was ruined, and she would be lucky if the kitchens survived. Slowly, she coughed again and turned her attention to the poor man lying beside her. Moving her fingers to his throat, she felt for a pulse, and sighed. He was dead. As she scanned his body, she realised the fire must have caught his feet, where the boots themselves were melted and ruined. She sent a quick prayer to the heavens for his soul, and then turned to the blacksmith, who seemed to be recovering much faster than she was. He was, after all, a blacksmith.

"Are ye-" she began. He nodded, not allowing her to finish.

"I'll be fine." he replied quickly, rising to his feet. Within moments, he was headed to help the others salvage what they could from the ruinious building.

Slowly the woman rose to her feet, dusting soot from her hands and dress. The smudges that covered her face did not hide the distinguished beauty that redeemed her nearly spitfire temper. She had high cheekbones and clear blue eyes, though one currently had a large black smudge beneath it. Her form was curvy, and strong, tan from long days and nights working to make a living. Her age was hard to tell, the wisdom in her eyes contradicting the lack of wrinkles on her skin.

Taking a deep breath through still burning lungs, she stepped towards her in too orchestrate the moving out procedure, and making sure no one else was hurt.

Recko_glyph
05/22/2007 8:59 PM

(OOC- Perfect. I actually am glad about how this all turned out. I also want to ask where everyone else is story wise)

As he rushed back to the tavern he could clearly see into the second floor of the building that had been scorched and ruined. He began to calm himself taking a big breath hoping that his father had been able to escape. It was not until he was able to see past his cart that he began to realise he had been to late.

He saw three figure on the floor, one a large man who rose and hurried towards the remains of the Inn. Another of the three, a woman reached over to the third man still lying on the ground and after a moment turned to a praying position before lifting herself up dusted herself and began rushed to others who had escaped the flames.

He galloped towards the body and began to inspect when suddenly there was commotion and a large sound that spooked the horse throwing young Quishtar off of it and on to the ground beside the body.

He cringed with pain (having hit his back on a stone on the ground). He opened his eyes and his heart stopped.

He was on his back and could clearly see the face of the man on the ground"Fa...father?" he whispered. He received no response. He turned over and said now with a shaky voice "Father? Father...Get up father".

Kneeling over the body of his father who had died in the fire. He grabbed him by the collar shaking him and began yelling at the corpse to move "Wake up you ignorant old man! Answer me!"

Letting his father's head touch the ground once again. Tears began to roll down the side of his cheek and he dropped himself onto his dead father chest sobbing.

He began to feel light headed and tired. Everything seemed to slow and became increasingly darker until all he could see was a faint outline of someone's feet standing not more than 5 feet away. He closed his eyes and thought [i] I'm responsible [/i].

(OOC- he passed out, I think he cut his head, but that can change)



[Edited by Recko_glyph on Tuesday, May 22, 2007 9:04 PM]

nanuk
05/23/2007 12:32 AM

[OOC: if by everyone else you mean the other players, I haven't seen any of them around for quite a while so it's reasonably safe to say they're inactive]

CandlestickJay
05/23/2007 1:05 PM

((yep, there definitely isn't any one else around.))

Her arms full of charred books and window treatments, the woman left the door, shocked to find now that there were two bodies outside on the ground instead of one. Dropping her burdens by the gate she hurriedly ran to the boy's side, recognizing him instantly. He was the one who had tried to charge the bulding so recklessly!

Her soft green eyes flickered from the boy back to the man, seeing some definite reseblances between the two, vague, but still present. Again, she searched for a pulse on the boy's neck, and thankfully she found on. He was unconscious, but alive. She breathed a small sigh of relief, checking up with her eyes alone on the progress inside the inn. Carefully she searched for a wound, particularly a head wound that could have knocked him out.

"There." she spotted a large swollen spot on his head, where trickling blood was beginning to leak to the ground. Reaching into her apron she pulled a large cloth, binding it securely around his head. She patted his cheek slightly. "'Ey, boy. Wake on up now, ye can do't."

Recko_glyph
05/23/2007 4:45 PM

(OOC- Ok...well then I think you should steer this little adventurer try and get people involved (since well I'm still a nobody [b]=([/b]). Also sorry for the predictable dream phase that's coming. This is the area where I more or less need help and I can buy us some with a small amount of talking between our characters so we can work out where its headed or maybe we'll scrap it all together)

There was a small flash and suddenly he felt like he was floating on water. He opened his eyes and saw nothing but darkness

He let himself float there for a while not moving, not saying a word. He thought about the events of the day reflecting on the actions he had taken.

As he thought of this he realized that he was beginning to sink. This pulled him from his train of thought and instead brought him back to memories of his childhood. He specifically remembered a moment from his 8th birthday.

[i] The night was dark and cool eliminated only by the white glow of the crescent moon that shown that night. A young boy stood on a chair beside the window admiring the cool night sky. A man approached him holding something in his hand. He tapped the young boys shoulder and presented him with a pendant [/i]


"This pendant.."[i] he said [/i]"is the pendant that your great grandfather carried with him when he began his merchant business as a young man when these lands where still mysterious and had yet to be completely explored". [i] he leaned down to be eye level with the boy and continued [/i]"My grandfather gave this to my father, who gave it to me". [i]He stood back up and put the pendant over the boy's shoulders and letting it hang from his neck [/i]"Now I your father give this pendant to you symbolizing my trust and faith in you. Carry it with you until it is time for you to pass it down to your son".

[i] The young boy examined the pendant closely remarking that there where strange undistinguishable symbols. He then looked up to his father and smiled. [/i]

A white light shown and Quishtar suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head and opened his eyes.

He heard the crackle of a fire and rose from a small bed in a room, which he did not recognize.

A woman entered the room and said, "Well then, you've decided to rejoin the livin ave you?"

(OOC-sorry had to do it, feel free to use my character for a while
P.S. I might not be able to update till later)

[Edited by Recko_glyph on Wednesday, May 23, 2007 4:49 PM]

CandlestickJay
05/23/2007 5:50 PM

((ahhh more time for a little constructive critique-age. Making my character speak without my permission is called PUPPETING/BUNNYING and it is BAD. Tres bad form, unless done by a very very very close friend whom you trust dearly. Newbie mistake, no worries, but watch out for it in the future.))

She scanned his pallid face, searching for some sign of recognition to where he was. Definitely a foreigner. "Well, sit where ye are and I'll grab ye a bit ter eat."she said quickly, removing herself from the room momentarily.

Within minutes she returned, carrying a large tray with a steaming bowl of mushroom soup and cold water. "Eat up, ye've got ter get yer feelin' back." she said easily, sitting the tray over his lap. "Now then."

The woman's lips pursed slightly. "I kin only assume the dead man was yer father." She didn't mean to put her point forward with so little sympathy, but that was just the type of woman she was. "But I still dun know yer name. So I supp'ose interductions are in order." She grinned at him and pulled a little curtsy with her apron, as if amused by her own endeavor at civility and manners. "My name is Jilanne LeMonde, and ye are?"

Recko_glyph
05/23/2007 7:27 PM

(OOC- Alright, sorry about that. I'll keep that in mind when writing. Also I know I said I wanted this to be fast, but I feel a little sick (damn taco's) and I'm almost drained. Also as far as plot goes I still need to deliver my "cargo")

As she left the room he felt a sudden feeling of déja vu and realised where she had seen her. It had been her who had sent him racing to the river and as he was staring at the somewhat strange mushroom soup she had served him he realised it had also been she who was lying beside his father on the ground.

"Now then" she said with an accent foreign to young Quishtar " I kin only assume the dead man was yer father." He nearly spit out the water that he was drinking. She quickly continued by saying "But I still dun know yer name. So I supp'ose interductions are in order". She grinned slightly and Quishtar thought back to the advice his father had once given him. [i] As a merchant It's always important to be courteous not only to your clients, but also to those you may meet on your many trips. You never know what could happen If you don't. [/i]. He was brought back from his father when she politely introduced herself.

He smiled slightly at the memory of his father and shot out of the bed and declared in a what seemed to him to be an extremely loud voice" I AM QUISHTAR ROPINGALE" before bowing in a very undignified fashion and almost falling over.

He luckily managed to regain his balance and stood up strait. He blushed slightly and continued in a well-mannered voice " pleased to make your acquaintance." [i] Great [/i] he thought [i] I really do act like a chicken with its head cut off [/i].

(OOC- so this is it for me today. Is this a better way of (for lack of a better words) using you? Also I get why it would be called puppeting, but bunnying? I hadn't even thought of a last name so you kind of put me on the spot. Oh well I'm sure I've already done enough irritating noob things to deserve it)


[Edited by Recko_glyph on Wednesday, May 23, 2007 7:31 PM]

[Edited by Recko_glyph on Wednesday, May 23, 2007 7:32 PM]

CandlestickJay
05/23/2007 7:44 PM

((Its all about the learning. Also there is an easier way to... well, quote what the person before you said. Above the white space where you type should be two links. One says autocode, the other says Quote Highlighted Text. So what you can do is highlight the text in the box where you can view other posts and then click the button. See below and I'll show you what I mean. And as for putting you on the spot...you should always have a last name for your character. It helps with development.))



He luckily managed to regain his balance and stood up strait. He blushed slightly and continued in a well-mannered voice " pleased to make your acquaintance." [i] Great [/i] he thought [i] I really do act like a chicken with its head cut off [/i].


Jilanne stifled a laugh at the boys antics and introductions. " 'right. Pleased t'make yers as well." He was young, but entertaining. "So how did you come t'find this lov'ly place?" she asked, purposely turning the conversation away from the dead young man's father.

Casting a quick glance around the room, she once again was thankful that the fire had not destroyed all of the rooms in her inn. Indeed, her entire clan would have killed her had that happened.

((As for bunnying, I have no idea. Ask nanuk, maybe she knows.))

Recko_glyph
05/23/2007 8:35 PM

(OOC- the reason that he didn't have a last name was because I had stolen his first name from the last name of one of my other characters. I know that's not right, but well now I have a new character to play with [b]=)[/b])

Comforted by her attempts to change the focus of there conversation he sat back down and began to speak "Well my father and I..." he paused shaking his head slightly before continuing "My father and I had been coming up from the southern port, a days time south of here. We still had a few days to go till we reached our destination, but as luck should have it one of the wheels began to come loose. My father having travelled by cart many times before searched for the signs of a town in the hopes of finding a blacksmith to fix the wheel. As luck should have it we saw the sign for he Inn. Hoping that a town was close we took the trail leading here and well...."

Slowly he stood back up "Thank you very much Jilanne, but as my father is no longer with us the responsibility is now mine to deliver that cargo".

He took a few steps towards the door and then turned to the woman. He could no longer resist his urge to ask "Ca...Can I ask you?..." he paused "What exactly happened at the tavern?" He stood staring at Jilanne unblinkingly waiting for an answer to a question he wished he had never asked.

(OOC- Since its only 8pm where you are I'm willing to stick it out a little longer so we can get this going, but I only have 8 hours before school (gagh I don't even know why I go, gets in the way of everything))

[Edited by Recko_glyph on Wednesday, May 23, 2007 8:36 PM]

[Edited by Recko_glyph on Wednesday, May 23, 2007 8:38 PM]

Murloc_Hugger
05/23/2007 10:45 PM

Meanwhile, a woman walked up to the group. She had golden blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, and snow white skin. She wore a simple yet elegant and expensive-looking blue outfit, with a matching cloak and a sapphire amulet. She carried a extravagantly-crafted lute, and had a fine steel rapier sheathed at her side. This woman was clearly beautiful.

"I'm back! Sorry I'm late, I had to..." She looked over at the burning inn. "Oh." She stared at it for a minute. After coming to her senses, she said, "What happened here? I was only gone two hours."

nanuk
05/24/2007 12:30 AM

[OOC: are my ears burning? Did someone mention my name?.. lol. No idea where bunnying came from- I'm oldish school ;)
Are these little mistakes what you were taling about when you said you'd been an asshole? Petal, they're easy to make mistakes- and loads of people are doing them, and worse. But you are accepting help from your wonderful instructress (I said she was nicer/more helpful than I!) incredibly graciously so you're already accruing serious brownie points- don't worry about being in the bad books!

Okay, so any further comments I make- and I think this thread is going nicely btw- I'll post in the OOC section, seeing as how I'm after giving out to people for not doing that lately, lol]

Recko_glyph
05/24/2007 3:49 PM

(OOC- All right we have a reader =)lol. Thanks for the comment, but I think I now have to go on a Bunnying quest to find its origins. Also welcome Murloc_Hugger. Maybe more people will come into this RP)

Waiting for an answer to his burning question, he was startled by the golden haired beauty that had just entered the room. He examined her quickly, failing to recognize from where such a finely tailored ensemble could have come from (having helped his father often to inspect his cargo before he left to deliver it and having seen many strange fabrics and items). He began to examine her sapphire amulet and saw something that resembled those strange markings on the pendant his father had given him years ago.




"I'm back! Sorry I'm late, I had to..." She looked over at the burning inn. "Oh." She stared at it for a minute. After coming to her senses, she said, "What happened here? I was only gone two hours."


Realizing the two women where acquaintances he decided to step back and wait to get his answer.

(OOC- I don't think I'll be able to post until Monday so I guess its good that Murloc has stepped in. Sorry about this, but Anime north is this weekend and I'm going=))

[Edited by Recko_glyph on Thursday, May 24, 2007 3:53 PM]

Murloc_Hugger
05/24/2007 5:28 PM

(OOC: Just so everyone who was at the inn before knows, my character(who's name is Lillian Deepsong, by the way) was performing for about an hour, and left about two hours ago after saying, "Sorry, I have to go do something now. Don't worry, I'll be back!")

The golden-haired woman looked back at the inn. "Wow, it looks like this place got into a fight with a barrel of alchemist's fire and lost!" She smiled as if telling a joke. "Sooooo... does this mean no encore?"

Recko_glyph
05/24/2007 5:33 PM

(OOC-all right good to know I guess... Anyways like I said you and CandlestickJay will have to play this out till Monday)

CandlestickJay
05/24/2007 6:05 PM

((dude I had a post all typed out and everything, and then my computer crashed. Made me very very upset. So here goes again.

One thing for Murloc, Jilanne and Quishtar are currently in a room on the upstairs floor of the Right Wing. Make sure you read carefully sweet heart about places whenever you decide to enter for the first time. Since Recko responded to you like you just entered the room we were in, I'll go from there. Be careful in the future.))

Jilanne nodded to the woman who just entered. "No' quite. Ye'll find yerself a stage reahdy in our basement whenever yer ready." Turning to the boy however, she smiled quickly. "Come wit me."

She quickly walked to the door and down the hallway, her brisk pace forcing them to take large strides to keep up. Down the stairs of pine and into the main tavern room, they were greeted with the sounds and smells of an after fire. People from the village were calmly moving charcoaled furniture and paintings from a stairwell directly across from them, murmuring to themselves. "We haven' guessed who i' was yet, but we've got s'clue." she said quietly to her companions.

"Hey Jilanne, where do you want the silver?" A strong male voice called from the stairwell, and within a few moments, appeared at the bottom. He was probably in his late twenties, with curly dirty blond hair and a dashing smile. A handsome man, but the ring on his finger would turn away any woman who thought to look at him. In fact, it matched a similar one worn on Jilanne's middle finger.

Casting a green-eyed glance over the melted and blackened silver, she sighed. "Ou'side, 'enry. I dun think we could use it now."

((Do make sure you check the map. It may help with directions and the positions of things. Another tip - make sure you include your character name once it has been revealed in each post, at least once or twice. It makes things for the other players much easier, especially if your character has a complex or unusual name.))

Murloc_Hugger
05/24/2007 9:54 PM

Lillian walked into the main tavern, got up on top of an empty table, and said with a smile, "So, how 'bout a song to calm things down?" She started playing a tune on her lute. After a minute or two, she began singing a ballad about a dragon that was destroying a city and the hero who rose to combat it. As she was playing, everyone in the tavern seemed to perk up. By the end, people were humming along, swaying, and even dancing. The main tavern was now completely full, as everyone else had come in to hear her sing. There was a small pile of silver and copper pieces at her feet, and even a few gold. "Thank you, thank you..." she said as she bowed, holding her arms out with her instument in one hand.

Mablung_Surion
05/25/2007 6:32 AM

He was just a man, he may of been taller than most men and broader, but he was just a man, he was dressed in black trousers and a black top which produced a stiff joined cover that covered his face, he wore a long red coat over it which he wore with his left arm out of its sleeve and the right arm in. He wore black sunglasses to hide away his eyes although a scar still showed as it goes beyond his glasses. his hair shows the sign of stress for it is greying though he can be no more than thirty years old.

he stands outside the tavern, his journey had been long and he was ready for a nice meal and a rest. He entered the tavern and followed the sounds of the singer till he came to main part itself. He walsked over to the bar and beckoned the bartender.
"What will it be?"
"Just a pint of ale will do." His voice sounded wise and well travelled.
"Sure thing." he waited for a while watching the singer until his pint was handed over to him, after giving the barman the money he quietly sipped at it allowing the pint and the voice to relieve him of his weariness, though he knew that he had a job to do, a job that he would start as soon as he was ready...... if only he could remember what the person looked like.

CandlestickJay
05/25/2007 7:15 AM

((Mablung_Surion (do you prefer Mablung or Surion?) - Remember what state the tavern currently is in. Your character would notice that, and would respond in thought and possibly in action. Remember that.))

Jilanne continued working through the music, moving things down the stairs and outside to attempt to remove the smell from the less charred items. After several minutes, and making the last two trips with Henry alone, she frowned and sent an irritated glance in Lillian's general direction. When the song ended, she glided her way towards the beautiful girl. Leaning in, a small smirk graced her face. "If'n ya want ta make some good money, head ta the city Lillian." she said softly. "Bu' for tha moment, I need help. This place won' fix itself ye know."

Rudeness wasn't her intent, but it was very frustrating to have the entire tavern stop what it was doing and listen to the girl's music. Either there was magic involved, or she was just going to have to recruit some help herself. Very frustrating indeed. Her eyes strayed over the blackened oak doorways that lead to the Left Wing, and she sighed. It would take more than a simple cleaning to rebuild this. But what had started the fire?

When the black clothed stranger entered, Jilanne turned her attention to him, walking over to the bar. "Ye seem a great strong stranger, d'ya mind helpin' a damsel in distress a bit?" she asked with a quick smile, leaning on the bar next to him.

Mablung_Surion
05/25/2007 7:26 AM

He turned to face the woman, his voice showed little emotion and what you could see of his face showed even less. For a while he seemed to think, then drained his pint in one and looked straight into her eyes, ((don't know, but i suppose you would be a little worried, i mean no expression and all, but up to you how you want to respond to that))
"I'll help," his voice level and expressionless "What would you require me to do?"

((sorry its so short, but well, not more i can really say yet))
((as terms of shortening it, whichever you want, usually its mablung as thats the first part... though i don't think people realise its elfish for bastard :) ))

CandlestickJay
05/25/2007 7:40 AM

((Mablung - LOTR elvish? Oh, and here's another tip for ya dear, always put OOC comments at the beginning or at the end of a post. Its less distracting that way. As for the no expression and all of that - if you want to truly make a certain impact on another character, make them react one way or another (ex, shocked and afraid of his lack of emotion) remember that you will not be able to work this kind of magic with everyone - and use the words, not OOC comments to convince the character how they should react. For example, describe his face in more detail, why its shadows and all would be very likely to create fear. Parallel his voice with something that fits him metaphorically.

I've also seen it done where you include your "exceptions" in the post itself, such as saying "The deep shadows beneath and crawling inside his eyes struck fear into the weak hearted, and even in those who were not afraid often felt themselves unnerved by his gaze."))

Jilanne was used to dealing with strangers, including ones that wandered her direction with a shady purpose, as this one appeared to be. So his appearance, however odd, did not particularly unnerve her. Turning to her husband, who was struggling by himself with a very large squishy navy armchair, she motioned him their direction. "Ye could help my fiance. Afte' the fire, he's tryin' ta unload all of tha ruined furnature, an' see what coul' be salvaged."

After a few moments, Henry reappeared, wiping his sweaty brow with a charcoal covered hand. "Yes dear?" he asked with a small smile and wrapping one arm easily around her waist. "Pardon the dirt."

She flashed him a special smile, one that glittered with delight at his presence and obviously reserved for he alone. "I've found another that'll help ye, since ye've lost a bunch ta our minstrel." She cast another quick glance at the girl, who still seemed to be distracted with her playing.

Henry followed her eyes and grinned. "I've noticed." He extended his hand to the man, stopping first to wipe it on his brown trousers politely. He was an attractive man, with a navy blue shirt that laced, though they were currently dangling loose at his neckline. "Henry Grimald."

Murloc_Hugger
05/25/2007 12:44 PM

"Oh... OH! Sorry about that. I didn't mean to get everyone distracted." Lillian said. She looked over at the pile of junk. "Hey... I think I know how I can help!" She walked over, picked up a broken chair, waved her hand over it, and suddenly the pieces went back together, as if it had never been broken. "Impressed?" she asked, as if she were putting on a show.

CandlestickJay
05/25/2007 1:07 PM

Jilanne's eye twitched, having been dragged over by speech to watch the girl perform a simple spell. [i] Magic. I hate magic. [/i] she thought, her mouth twitching slightly. But just because she hated it didn't mean she didn't recognise a magic user when she saw one. Honestly, the girl was too beautiful for it to be natural, too talented at music for it to be non-enchanted, and as for the spell....It just proved her point.

She smiled, though it did not extend to her eyes. "Well now a' least ye've found somethin' useful ta do. Ye can move the chair back to room L2-E, if ye please."

Murloc_Hugger
05/25/2007 1:19 PM

"Ok, I can do that." Lillian said with a smile. [i] It may not be music, but at least it's better than boring manual labor, [/i] she thought. She went back to work, repairing the broken remains with her enchantments.

While she was fixing a table, a villager walked up to her. "How do you do that?" he said.

"Magic. I'm actually an adventurer, you know." said Lillian.

"Oh, really?" said the villager.

"Yup. A few months ago, I slew the Horror of Deathcliff."

"[b]You're[/b] the one who killed the dreaded Horror of Deathcliff?"

"Well, not me alone. I had some help."

And then, she began telling the long, long story of how she and her old adventuring party had tracked down and killed the Horror of Deathcliff, showing how easily she can get distracted.

[Edited by Murloc_Hugger on Friday, May 25, 2007 1:49 PM]

Julius
05/25/2007 6:43 PM

((OoC: Sorry that you all have to read this, but I like to think that first impressions are important. Right oh then, hopefully I've got the gist of the plot down and have written it so it makes sense with what's happened so far.))

Julius walked along a winding, foot-beaten path, the river not far from sight and the forest thinning about him as he moved along. His pace slowed as he neared the Inn, the smell of smoke assailing his nostrils. A few more minutes of walking and the remains of the building were finally in view.
He looked at it from beneath the shadow of his hooded cloak; the forest green color running with the dirt stains that accompanied hard travel. His eyebrows rose producing an expression that showed his curiosity and impatience all at once. Running his fingers through his messy coal-black hair, he heaved a deep sigh of discontent. "It's this or nothing," he muttered quietly to himself.
Julius pushed open the entrance door with his left arm, his right hand gripped around the hilt of a long-bladed dagger. He had enough experience with taverns in the middle of nowhere to understand that you should always go into one prepared. Before moving any further, he glanced around the first room, wondering where the regulars had gone. Then the sound of talking and music drifted past to his ears and drew him to the basement stairwell that led to the main room. He walked softly down the steps, surveying the room as he moved and realized that he was in no present danger. He quickly released his grip from his dagger and smiled in greeting as he ambled over to the bar, trying to show goodwill.
Sitting down on a randomly placed chair, he inspected the arrangement of alcohols on the wall behind the bar with vivid emerald eyes. The hood of his slightly tattered cloak was pulled back revealing an angelic face and an off-center nose (the result of being broken in a drunken bar fight). Thin chain mail was sewn into the inner lining of his cloak, a paranoid adjustment that fit his paranoid personality. His upper torso was covered by a linen tunic that reeked slightly of his sweat and of the leftovers of his breakfast. Brown leather boots with thick soles and steel-toes adorned his feet. Worn black trousers clung loosely to his legs and were kept up by a rawhide belt. A series of daggers varying in size and scabbard color were strung along the backside of the belt, creating a deadly arsenal. The hilt of each weapon was engraved with delicate carvings that formed intricate symbols, the scabbards with likewise marks burnt into their leather. Metal bracers, about two inches in length and formed from enough metal to make a raised surface of a centimeter, embraced his arms. A different symbol was roughly etched into the bracers, both wrapping all the way around.
He waited for the barkeep to walk towards him and smiled warmly once more to convey his sincere friendliness.
"Sir, would you be so kind as to pour me a bit of that fine whiskey behind you?" He spoke with a smooth voice that went together with his angelic face. Another smile was flashed as he reached into his shirt and removed a few copper coins for payment.

Murloc_Hugger
05/25/2007 7:52 PM

A lone villager burst into the tavern. [b]"THE INQUISITOR IS HERE!!!"[/b] he screamed. It was followed by murmurs of, "The Inquisitor?", "Here?", and "Oh, Gods... Why?", which was in turn followed by everyone hurrying to look busy and/or completely panicking.

The villager that Lillian was talking to said, "The Inquisitor? Holy shit, I have to go hide!" He immediately jumped into the nearest closet and locked the door.

"Who in the Nine Hells is the Inquisitor?" said Lillian.

Her question was awnsered as a man wearing silver full plate with red trim walked in. He had an absolutely gigantic greatsword sheathed on his back. More noticeable, however, was the symbol on his breastplate. It was an eye, with a crossed sword and hammer behind it. He was followed by several men wearing similarly colored robes, with the same symbol on the chest.

He walked up to Jilanne. "I understand you are the owner of this inn. I'm tracking down two cultists. They happen to be powerful wizards." He glared at her. "I understand that a ball of arcane fire recently exploded in this very inn. I'll need to seal off the place while my diviners search for clues." He apparently did not care whatsoever about the inn or its staff and patrons.

CandlestickJay
05/25/2007 8:01 PM

Jilanne turned in horror to see the Inquisitor storm into her inn. Her gaze turned steely as she focused in on his face. "You can na come i' here like you own tha place, [i]sir[/i]." she ssaid angrily. "I will na have ye disrupting my patrons."

Pointing an angry finger at the door, her voice was cold and as unrelenting as ice. "Please leave." Henry came to stand behind her, and together they made a rather imposing couple. A lesser man than the Inquisitor might have stumbled. "Unless ye can state reasonable rights ta question them, leave at once."

Henry leaned down to whisper urgently in her ear, unheard but only seen by the Inquisitor. "You didn't tell me that it was arcane fire." Mentally she responded, though physically she continued to stare angrily at the Inquisitor. She had no idea what had started the fire, and did not yet have the time to go discover exactly what had happened. Jilanne pursed her lips, irritated that the man was making a scene. But he would leave, whether he liked it or not.

((Sorry younglings, but this will be my last post for a week or so. I leave you in the capable hands of nanuk!))

Murloc_Hugger
05/25/2007 8:21 PM


"Unless ye can state reasonable rights ta question them, leave at once."


[b]"Inquisitor Greatmane needs no 'reasonable rights'![/b] And I never said I would 'question' them. I said I will seal off the inn and have my diviners search it! Now, [b]Get out of the way before I arrest you!"[/b] Everyone started hurrying out of the inn, so as not to further anger the Inquisitor.

Lillian looked over at him and said, "Hey, you can't just make these people leave! They never did anything to you!"

Inquisitor Greatmane's glare twisted into pure hatred. [b]"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!!! SEIZE HER!!!"[/b] His diviners ran at Lillian and began casting spells in her direction.

"You'll have to do better than that!" Lillian said. She began casting a spell of her own, disappearing completely. She whispered in Jilanne's ear, and then the ear of her husband, "We have to get out of here. Come on!" Then, Jilanne and Henry disappeared, too.

[Edited by Murloc_Hugger on Friday, May 25, 2007 8:25 PM]

Mablung_Surion
05/26/2007 2:32 AM

((if diviners aren't npc's i'll change this message))

The man watches the scene unfold after the inquisitor entered, without much effort he appears to blend into the shadows to watch how this develops.

"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!!! SEIZE HER!!!"

It was at this point that he came out of the shadows and barred the diviners path from getting anywhere. His seemigly magic appearance from the shadows made them stop in their tracks, they watched wearily as the man just stood there watching and waiting for them to move but not a one did.
"You come here... You threaten innocent people!" His voice echoed in the room his voice sounded so commanding that the diviners stepped back from him. Upon saying this he draws a Katana from underneath his coat and places it on his shoulder, releases his left arm form underneath his coat and sets himself up ready for the fight.
"I will make sure that the innocents shall live!"

Murloc_Hugger
05/26/2007 7:58 AM

[b]"YOU DARE OPPOSE ME?"[/b] yelled the Inquisitor. [b]"DIE, HEATHEN!!!"[/b] He drew his sword and charged at this man who clearly stood between him and his mission.

Julius
05/26/2007 1:55 PM


"I will make sure that the innocents shall live!"

Julius put the coins back into his tunic as he watched the barkeep hurry out of the way, regret of being unable to attain a good drink already weighing down on his bad mood.
"This kid's going gungho and look at me, stuck in the crossfire," he thought to himself.
He had listened to the barrage of footsteps that came down the stairs and was aware, without turning in his seat, that at least 6 people had entered the room. Even if the challenger was good he was vastly outnumbered and more likely to die a painful death from magic blasts then come out as a wounded victor.
Standing up, he reached over the bar and grabbed a bottle at random. The abrupt movement caused several glass containers on the shelf to topple over and smash on the ground. The smell of spilt alcohol spreaded around him, helping to achieve the desired effect. Popping the top off of the bottle he took a swig and procceeded to pour half of it across his clothes. He then turned around, grinning as drunkenly as he could and swaying on his feet.
"Have you come *hiccup* for a drink as *hiccup* well friend?" His slurred speech came out slowly as he stumbled forward, putting his arm companionably around the shoulders of one of his lackeys. The alcohol spilled out of the top of the bottle had had been holding, spraying a few of the other minions. Julius hid his surprise with another faked hiccup, realizing that the fight had already started and there were 8 instead of them instead of 6.
Stumbling further into their midst, he dropped the bottle and pretended to watch dumbly as it broke. However, his hands moved quickly beneath his cloak, fingers dancing across carvings and finally choosing what seemed right for the situation. He murmered a few words, causing the rough etch on his left bracer to glow in response. After what seemed to be ages, the symbol stopped glowing. Directly afterwards the bracer exploded metal fragments that extended in haphazard motions. A peculiar pattern formed, the metal reaching no farther then a 1-foot radius. Suddenly it solidified, forming a coarse buckler with a jagged edge.
"Well as you probably have all realized, I'm not drunk, but I would like to be. Thanks to you I am in a worse mood then I was before and I aim to either kill all of you or beat you half to death." He said this in the calmest voice he could muster. His furrowed brow and tense body said that he was about to be anything but calm in the next hour or so.

Murloc_Hugger
05/26/2007 2:34 PM

The Inquisitor pointed his sword at Julius. "I will-" His sentence was cutt off by the closet suddenly being opened and him being dragged inside. Soon after, he fell back out, followed by... himself. It appeared as though there were two of him.

"What treachery is this!?" said one of them.

"IMPOSTOR!!!" said the other one.

"WHAT!? I am the REAL Inquisitor!"

"I WILL DESTROY YOU, FOOL!!!"

"Diviners! Blast this treacherous infidel!"

As they were arguing, one of the less experienced diviners stared nervously at them. He decided to close his eyes and pick one at random.

The Inquisitor on the left dropped down to the floor, unable to move. The other one suddenly began to tranform, turning back into Lillian. "Suckers..." she said as she readied her rapier.

(OOC: Don't worry, I fixed that part that you mentioned, nanuk.)

[Edited by Murloc_Hugger on Saturday, May 26, 2007 3:41 PM]

Julius
05/27/2007 11:25 AM

"Hey buddy! This would be an EXCELLENT time to start fighting, seeing as they're all DISTRACTED!" His brain shouted its thoughts out to him, pushing him into gear.
He squatted down, flinging his head downwards and causing his hood to glide back on to his head. Julius crossed his arms close to his chest, winding them up to attack, and then flung them outwards. The jagged edge of his buckler ripped into someone's right calf, the long-blade of his dagger slicing someone's left achilles tendon.
"Get out of the line of fire you idiot! Don't you remember the magical blasts?!" The same voice that had sprung him into action earlier continued to scream at him.
He rolled to the right, crashing into another minion and causing him to fall. A rapid murmer of ancient words spilled out of his mouth, the chain links sewn into the inner lining of his cloak glowing as his bracer had done earlier. He closed his eyes as the light intensified and stopped. Instead of waiting a few moments for the magic to do its work, he thrust his elbow up into someone's crotch, and rolled backwards. He sprung up with eyes open and a smug grin on his face. The chain mail had spread downwards, connecting with the rest of the cloak and completely covering his face.
"I ain't your run of the mill fighter boys!" Julius yelled, apparently enjoying himself despite the cold calculation in his eyes.
He moved into a general fighting stance: left arm forward with the buckler facing outwards at an angle, right elbow tight at his side, knees slightly bent, and feet in a L-shaped position.

[Edited by Julius on Sunday, May 27, 2007 11:27 AM]

Murloc_Hugger
05/27/2007 1:43 PM

Lillian noticed that 4 of them had gone down already. She ran at one with her rapier and impaled him through the stomach, dropping him to the floor. Then, she held up her hands and chanted in an unearthly voice. Something began to appear out of the air. Soon, a lion had appeared, but there was something else about it, something... unusual. It roared as it charged one of them and effortlessly mauled him to pieces.

((OOC: you said that there were 8 diviners, right Julius? That's what I'm assuming for this post.))

Julius
05/27/2007 6:56 PM

((OoC: 8 altogether including the inquisitor is what I was wrote up, so I'll get rid of the last one. All of the ones I hit are just hurt and more then likely to start moving soon.))
Julius stared at the last one standing, his smug grin turning wicked as his body tensed up to attack once more.
The lackey panicked, closed his eyes and started shooting blasts of magic into random directions. Julius immediately squatted down, shield up over his head to deflect the attacks. The last two blasts were bigger then the rest, then the diviner turned tail and ran for the stairs, hoping to make a getaway.
"Oh, why are you leaving? The fun has just begun!" Julius spoke harshly, his smooth voice laced with fury.
He charged forward launching himself sideways, mashing his right shoulder into the lackey's back and crushing him against the wall. Julius pulled him around to face him and growled out a few more words.
"I really wanted that drink, but you and your buddies had to ruin it."
He sheathed his dagger while the lackey caught his breath, but then continued with his attack by punching him in the stomach. The diviner bent over, clutching at his abdomen, but was forced into a standing position by a knee to the face. Blood streamed everywhere from his nose and a bruise was forming on his cheek. Julius looked at the blood with an appeased look. He then raised his left arm and slashed diagonally across the lackey's neck, tearing the jugular vein open.
He moved in close to the lackey's left ear and whispered, "Surprise, you're dead."

Murloc_Hugger
05/27/2007 11:59 PM

Then, a guard burst in. "What's all the noise about--SWEET GODS!!! What happened here?"

"Oh, NOW you show up..." said Lillian, still holding her blood-soaked rapier.

Snapping out of it, the guard said, "Ok, we'll have to take you all back to the guardhouse for questioning. Come on, boys!" Then, several other guards came in and dragged the Inquisitor and his diviners away. "Come with me." said the guard.

Julius
05/28/2007 5:59 PM

Juilius reached down and pulled a knife from his boot, one made of a much harder metal then the daggers latched on to his belt. He engraved another symbol into the top of the buckler, saying a few quiet words before closing his eyes. The symbol glowed violently, stopped and changed back into an unmarked bracer. The same symbol that had been on it before was carved into it once more and the knife was put back into his boot.
"Now, about that drink," he said, grinning as he turned around.

Murloc_Hugger
05/28/2007 6:47 PM

"Ok, fine, I'll go..." Lillian said as the guard escorted her down to the guardhouse, where she explained what happened.

"...And that's when you showed up." she said when she finished.

"Well, your story checks out. Don't worry, I'll get these guys transported to a jail that can actually hold them for their entire sentence." said the guard.

"So, can I go back to the inn now?"

"Sure, but we'll have to keep an eye out there for the next few weeks, so we can stop any more 'weirdness' that happens there. Oh, and one more thing; we'll need to have a talk with your friend about 'self defense'."

"Ok, thanks!" She left immediately.

When she got back, she said to everyone, "Well, it's safe now. The guards are gonna take care of those idiots. And also, Guy With The Dagger And Weird Buckler Thing Whose Name I Do Not Know, the guard captain said he wanted to talk to you about 'self defense'."

Mablung_Surion
05/29/2007 12:47 AM

((sorry everyone, had internet problems))

The man had stood and watch it all unfold, the diviners, the guard all of it, instead of joining in the fight, which he had provoked, what he had done though was make the guards hesitate long enough for the others to do what they did. But now it was all over he went about moving bits of debris and helping other patrons get themselves in order.

He carefully wondered round the room, his presence seemed to fill the room now that he chose not to hide away but still the odd person looked at him querly he was huge and dressed as he was he gave a mystical look. Suddenly he stopped at the stairs for there in front of him was a child.
"Where are your parents?" The little child looked at him, smiled and then ran past him. "Stop child!" He shouted after the little child.

Recko_glyph
05/29/2007 12:49 AM

(OOC- OMFG! I had this almost completely typed and then my comp froze. GAGH damn you technology! My mortal enemy! Anyways here it is. I hope it fits in with the rest)

Quishtar having followed Jillane back upstairs was left amongst the villagers who where helping clean up the Inn. He began to clean when he became distracted by a beautiful voice. He turned to see the blue robed damsel singing and slowly drifted towards her. Suddenly the strange thumping he felt in on his chest distracted Quishtar. He though it was his heart, but it began to get warm and he reached down his shirt to find the pendant his father had given him was glowing light blue.

Distracted by his pendant he accidentally bumped into a villager. He took a step back and watched as the villager turned to see what had walked into him.

The man was old; he had a grey scruffy beard and wore an old leather apron over his chest that went down to his knees. His hands where dry and cracked resembling the apron he wore and where stained black from ash. His eyes where dark brown and a grey ring could be seen on the outline of the blue; a grey that came from looking at white hot flames from dawn till dusk and marked the loss of sight that came with such dedication to his craft.

"Sorry" Quishtar said stepping back slightly" Not te worry boie, my eyes aren' what they used to be 'eider" replied the man with a small smile before turning back to what he had been doing. Quishtar realizing that he was a blacksmith hastily said, "Wait!" The man turned back now with his hands on his hips and looking at the boy with curious eyes. "My cart" Quishtar continued "I was hoping you could help me fix my cart. It's just outside. I can even pay you in gold or in some leather I have". The man smiled once again and replied "It'll cost ye but one pint o' ale and enough fer a warm meal". The man then walked slowly towards the door of the Inn, but just as they where nearing the exit a man walked in.

The man seemed somewhat shifty and moved slowly towards the bar. Quishtar watched as him, intrigued by the garments he wore having never seen anything like it before. He gave off a strange vibe that could be described only as a silent fury. Quishtar, captivated by the man who had just walked in did not realize that his pendants glow had changed to a dim and dark red, slightly turning in the direction of the stranger who had just entered.

CREEEEEEEEEEK! BOOM!

Quishtar turned to see the door had slammed shut and the blacksmith (he noticed) had already exited. He scurried outside and found that the old smith was already working on his cart. Walking up to the cart he reached in to get a hammer from amongst the cargo and gave it to the old smith. "Thank ye ladie," he said "now stand back." He raised the hammer over his head and brought it down with great force, hitting the wheel completely off the cart and making it bounce several feet over onto the ground. Quishtar was amazed at the strength of the old man. Seeing the intrigue in the young boys face thought to himself [i] surprised are ye. Wait till you see this [/i] he smiled and pulled out a small trinket from a pocket in his apron. To Quishtar it resembled the remains of a fossilized newt. He watched as the old man raised it to his mouth and whispered something at its head before throwing it at the ground.

It sprung to life scurrying towards the remains of the wheels breaking of the Iron and shooting flames from its mouth to bend the Iron into smaller rings before crawling back into the hands of the blacksmith and returning to its previous state.

Quishtar stared blankly at the blacksmith who turned at him and said with a grin "elemental magic truly is a blessin'". The smith then went back to work on the cart attaching the small rings as support for that side of the cart before grabbing the spare wheel he had found in the cart.

Quishtar moved towards the man and crouched down beside him. He then said "In a rather innocent voice "What's magic?" The old smith dropped what he was doing and looked at the boy in disbelief. He then sighed ad said with a slightly irritated voice "Al right boie I'll teach you every thing I know about' magic".

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When the smith had finished Quishtar paid him with enough gold for 4 pints of ale and enough money to eat at the Inn for the entire day (3/4 days worth).

[i] Now I only need to repay Jilanne for what she's done for me and I can be on my way, But what to do...........[/i]. As he thought about what he could do he looked up and saw that the roof was in dire need of repair [i] Eureka! [/i]. He began preparing his cart, attaching his horse who had been tied to a tree near a barrel filled with water from which they where drinking. He then mounted his cart and made his way steadily towards the forest not far from the Inn.

On the way to the forest he passed a man who resembled rouge and slowed down to observe him. His pendant began to glow once again; this time it glowed a leaf green colour, but once again Quishtar was oblivious to his pendants reaction to this traveller. He continued down the path and seeing a small side path that led into the forest.

After properly securing his steeds and cart, he took his hatchet and began climbing up a tree and cutting off branches (beginning near the top and working his way down to the ground).

He had just finished cutting of the last few branches from the third tree when he suddenly heard horses approaching. He thought that it might have been another merchant on his way to make a delivery. He began to walk towards the original path, but felt suddenly paralysed.

He did not know what was causing his paralysis until he looked down and saw his pendant had turned black, slowly staining the fabric of his shirt. He heard the horses approaching and attempted to yell for hep, but could no longer speak. Then like a flash a man in armour along with several men in robes passed by swiftly carrying a flag that made Quishtars heart stop. It was the symbol of the inquisitor. He had heard bone chilling stories of what inquisitors where capable of and what had happened to those who opposed them.

Realising he had regained control of his body he sighed a sigh of relief. [i] Now I know what my father meant by protection [/i]. He got up finished packing the wooden branches into his cart. And just as he was stretching his arms into the air PLOP a small bird fell into his hands. Surprised by what had happened he brought the bird closer and saw that it was in fact a young eagle (young, but not infant). [i] I wonder where this came...........[/i] his thoughts were interrupted by the cry of a hawk that swooped down at Quishtars head that just narrowly missed being shredded by the hawks talons. He jumped into his cart and began searching for the crossbow he had seen amongst the cargo. He readied it and just as he was positioning himself to fire, the hawk flew into the cart and was greeted by an arrow shot in both fear and surprise by Quishtar who had closed his eyes in panic. What he saw when he opened them astounded him and even his horses seemed to have a look of surprise on there faces (having been tied to a nearby tree).

The Arrow had passed directly into the throat of the bird and pinned it to a tree where it stood petrified (and dead). Quishtar smiled slightly feeling proud and strong for having killed the flying beast, but it was short lived as the small hawk in his cart called him with a small shriek of pain.

After inspecting the young bird he discovered its wing had been damaged. Grabbing some bandages from the medicine kit, he created a support for the birds wing and used one of the baskets containing fabrics (with a cover over it) as a nest for his newfound companion. He then went to a near by bush and grabbed some blue berries he had seen earlier. He then attached his horses to the cart and before leaving remembered to remove the dead hawk, tying it in a sack and attaching it to his cart.

He turned back to the main path and made his way back to the Inn to deliver the wood he had gathered along with the bird he had slain so he could repay his debt and be on his way.

The hawk having eaten the berries slowly went to sleep letting out a small hoot like sound that indicated both its thanks to the young boy and his comfort travelling with someone to watch over him.

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When he returned to the Inn and began to unload the branches, entering th Inn afterwards with his with his feathery companion perched on his shoulder and a smile on his face. However that quickly changed after tripping over a body on the floor of the tavern. Dropping all the wood he was carrying he was completely shocked. Before he could say anything a woman entered

"Well, it's safe now. The guards are gonna take care of those idiots. And also, Guy With The Dagger And Weird Buckler Thing Whose Name I Do Not Know, the guard captain said he wanted to talk to you about 'self defense'."


It was the woman he had seen singing before he turned to her still in shock and asked "Wha.....wha........what happened?!?! Where the hell did you come from?!?" he then turned and the man he had passed on his way to the forest " And who the hell are you?!? What are you doing here?!?!". He turned to face the man who he had seen enter earlier, but before he could say anything he tripped on a branch he had dropped and was knocked out when he made contact with the floor.

The bird who had nearly fallen during Qusihtars questioning had jumped up before he hit the ground and now stood on his back observing all 3 characters thinking to itself [i] Great, I have a buffoon for a master [/i].

(OOC- there it is all of it............................I'm tired. Also it may say its only 1 am, but its really 4 am.I have to fix my time setting)

[Edited by Recko_glyph on Tuesday, May 29, 2007 12:53 AM]

[Edited by Recko_glyph on Tuesday, May 29, 2007 12:58 AM]

Murloc_Hugger
05/29/2007 1:23 AM


It was the woman he had seen singing before he turned to her still in shock and asked "Wha.....wha........what happened?!?! Where the hell did you come from?!?" he then turned and the man he had passed on his way to the forest " And who the hell are you?!? What are you doing here?!?!". He turned to face the man who he had seen enter earlier, but before he could say anything he tripped on a branch he had dropped and was knocked out when he made contact with the floor.


Lillian watched Quishtar knock himself out. "Ummmmm... okaaaaay..." she said as she stared at him. "I can fix that!" Her hand started pulsating with a blue light. She kneeled over and waved her hand over his head. "C'mon... wake up..."

Recko_glyph
05/30/2007 7:18 PM

(Unless Mablung and Julius come back we'll be stuck between a rock and a hard place. Since I'm currently KO'd I thought this would be a good opportunity for another one of these)

Quishtar felt himself falling (head first) and for a long while he just let himself fall without thoughts or word. All he felt was himself going steadily down towards (what I imagine to be) the ground. He turned over and opened his eyes.

He stopped instantly, his nose, less than an inch from the crystal floor over which he hovered. After a few moments he fell onto the floor smacking the side of his face on it and swearing in pain.

He lifted himself up. The light that shown from the world around him was blinding, but Quishtar soon realized that the light around him [b] was the world around him. [/b] An empty universe filled with white nothingness. He stood looking around himself for a sign of life (or anything else for that matter).

"Hello?!" he yelled and looked around himself. Nothing changed. He took a step forward and suddenly the ground began to shake. Suddenly the white crystal floor rose and from where Quishtar had taken his first steps the white began to disperse revealing a strange platform on which Quishtar stood looking down the edge of It and watching as the room began to grow dark.

Before Quishtar had a chance to examine the platform he was standing on he saw a blue light appear in the "empty" sky. It seemed to be pushing against the wall of the "nothing universe". Suddenly the light ripped through the whiteness and a black began to spread like threads along the "walls" from the new hole.

A shockwave from the direction of the breach hit Quishtar down and held him there.
He watched as all around him was enveloped in a black so intense it burned his eyes.

He tried to wiggle free of the strange enchantment now upon him, cursing and yelling as loud as he could, but the more he resisted the stronger the enchantment seemed to become.

Tears ran down the side of his cheek and Quishtar began to feel as If his very soul was being stolen from him. The darkness had crawled up the sides of the tower and now covered the platform where he lied helpless. He watched as the blue hand came closer. Quishtar continued to struggle and only able to shake his head hard enough to turn it away from the approaching hand sending a tear into the air that landed on the pendant hung around his neck.

It shook and began to glow white. Quishtar felt it and watched as it brightened and began shaking more violently. He looked around and saw that all had been enveloped in the darkness and the blue hand was less than 3 feet away.

His pendant began to make a resonating a supersonic sound and the strange runic letters began emitting a furious white light.

The hand began to close over Quishtar and the pendant shot out a single white ball of energy.

The small ball came in contact with the hand and Quishtar was blinded by the burning white light that followed from their contact.

He opened his eyes and saw barstools not far off along with a pair of legs that seemed to be leaning against the bar behind the stools. He turned his head and saw a bloody head. His heart froze and a memory of entering a somewhat bloody tavern flashed through his mind. When he returned from his thoughts he witnessed event witch would be forever imprinted in his memory.

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Coming back to reality he stared once again at the head in front of him and attempting to catch his breath. He heard a small grumble. [i] He's still alive! [/i] he thought. As he reached his arm over to check if the man was conscious the body began to convulse strangely.

Suddenly the head snapped up and looked at Quishtar. Quishtar was frozen. His eyes widened and he could do little except observe the face that looked at him.

The bottom of his jaw was gone and clearly showed a tongue that hung down to the floor dripping with saliva. His teeth (those that remained) where stained by a dark murky red that could only be blood. He looked and saw the man was also missing his left ear, replaced instead by a hole from which blood now poured out. His nose was broken and curved strangely to the right, but it was not this that made Quishtar freeze. The head was looking directly at Quishtar with lifeless unblinking eyes. Eyes that where grey and looking at Quishtar without emotion and yet piercing Quishtars very core. It was not the same grey that he had seen with the old blacksmith he had seen, no. It was an empty, soulless grey that devoured everything in its path.

Suddenly he heard a voice cry out " Demon! Its a demon!" along something falling and crashing on the floor. The grey eyed being that was lying not far from Quishtar instantly jerked its head around seeing the people nearby it let out a cry of sorts that Quishtar had never heard before.

The head turned back to Quishtar as If waiting for him to act. Slowly Quishtar began to move and flashed a glance at the villager who where watching in silence. Apparently this had been the sign the grey-eyed creature had been waiting for, as it began to rise slowly.

It stood up and looked at the villagers then turned to Quishtar and screeched a blood chilling sound. Quishtar suddenly felt something behind him was moving. And another of the bodies began to rise. Quishtar rose quickly to his feet and jumped back from where he had been previously. The newly animated corpse made its way forward and passed beside Quishtar looking at him for a moment before joining its grey-eyed comrade.

No one spoke until suddenly a woman yelled out " Look at de boy! He's doin dis!" and pointed at Quishtar

Quishtar was taken away from the strange spectacle in front of him and saw why the woman had spoken out. The pendant around his neck was emitting light and 4 dark balls where being sent out into the bodies scattered on the floor each beginning to move after contact with these balls.

"E's a necromancer! Kill de boy!" shouted a Villager.

[i] A necromancer?[/i] He didn't know what It was, but he could tell by the sound of the mans voice that he had a great deal of trouble coming his way

"I'm not a Necromancer! I don't even know what's happening!" He yelled in the hopes that someone would believe him. [i] What are these things?[/i] he thought.

As 5th black ball entered a corpse his pendant stopped glowing. " Look!" a young man said "He's stopped casting now's our chance!"

Before he could say anything the newly animated corpses (now [b] 6[/b]) let out a demonic cry and began running at the villagers nearby.

(OOC- OK now If anyone saw that coming tell me because I had to think long about how to follow Murlocs post and I never saw this coming.

Some points to note - This is just after Lillian has cast something on me

- If you have a question about the pendant ask in OOC section and please don't mention it much before I give you guys the info you want to know. I'll also explain the "empty universe" and answer questions about that to in the OOC as well

P.S he's not really a necromancer)


[Edited by Recko_glyph on Wednesday, May 30, 2007 7:41 PM]

Mablung_Surion
05/31/2007 1:30 AM

The man had followed the child out of the tavern and into the village itself but upon exiting the tavern he had lost the child, instead he had found a mass of villagers focusing on another young child.

"E's a necromancer! Kill de boy!" shouted a Villager.


the man studied the boy
'impossible' he thought to himself, no boy could be a necromancer, so with two massive strides he put imself between the boy and the crowd.
"I do not wish there to be bloodshed," he store blankly at them, his features hidden made the villagers back away slightly. "but i will not let you harm a child."
To add extra force to his words he drew his katana from underneath his coat on his backand balanced it on his shoulder readying himself for anything that might happen

Murloc_Hugger
05/31/2007 2:02 AM

Lillian looked at Quishtar. "Hey! Cool! You know, I saw a circus performer do that just last week! You see, it was the Week of the Saints, and I was in the village of Thalmar, and there was a traveling circus in town! You should have seen it! They were summoning demons, and shooting fire, and raising the dead! It was SO COOL!!! You should have totally been there!"

[Edited by Murloc_Hugger on Thursday, May 31, 2007 3:49 PM]

Recko_glyph
05/31/2007 9:20 PM


Lillian looked at Quishtar. "Hey! Cool! You know, I saw a circus performer do that just last week! You see, it was the Week of the Saints, and I was in the village of Thalmar, and there was a traveling circus in town! You should have seen it! They were summoning demons, and shooting fire, and raising the dead! It was SO COOL!!! You should have totally been there!"


"AH!' Quishtar jumped having forgotten that Lillian was behind him having been still quite confused about the events that had just occurred. The 6 un-dead which had where moving towards the villagers stopped and turned instantly to face Quishtar for a split second before coming towards them

3 jumped into the air over Quishtar and where beginning to come down over Lillian, while 2 ran at the man standing in front of Quishtar (with a Katana the likes of which Quishtar had never seen) and the last ran at the man wearing the bracers

"LOOK OUT!" Yelled Quishtar. Three grey-eyed menaces now surrounded Lillian

[i]I've got to help her [/i] he began looking around for something he could use, anything It didn't matter what [i] Bingo [/i]....

(OOC-strange ending? Yes. Am I completely done? No.)


[Edited by Recko_glyph on Thursday, May 31, 2007 9:22 PM]

[Edited by Recko_glyph on Thursday, May 31, 2007 9:24 PM]

Mejuro
05/31/2007 9:27 PM

A figure sits in the middle of a dark room. It is hunched over and looks ancient. A light seeps in under a door to its left. It hates it. You can hear its mumbling great magicks against the light, but the darkness can not penetrate the light coming from under the door. The figure screams as the door opens and the light burns off the outer covering of the figure, leaving its soul. The soul quickly disapears into the darkness from where it came.



Mejuro Rala suddenly awakes in the Inn surrounded by yelling and screaming. Something was going on outside, but he didn't want to move from his position. Looking about himself, he notices the Inquistor and his guards yelling at someone he didn't know. Rala looks down at the plate infront of him and tilts his head. He has yet to touch his food. He lifts a old leathery hand over the nurishment and shadows drip down from inside of his palm. They surround the food in a darkness, but as suddenly as it had come it had left. All that remained was an empty plate, scorned dark as its energy was taken from it. He looks around with renewed energy and stands slowly, staff in hand.

Walking outside, Mejuro Rala notices a young boy, shadowed by another figure. Rala covers his eyes from the sun and hobbles over to the shade of a tree. He wets his lips like an old man would, sticking out his lips and then repeatedly licking them. He watches the riot unfold before his eyes. He grows tired again, leaning upon the tree.

Murloc_Hugger
05/31/2007 9:32 PM

"Oh. Right. Zombies. Forgot." said Lillian. Holding up her hands, she began to chant in an unearthly voice. A griffon appeared out of nowhere and began attacking two of the zombies. She then grabbed the arm of the one that was left, and her hand glowed the same shade of blue it had when she had healed Quishtar. The zombie's arm began to burn, and it recoiled in pain. "Want more?" Lillian said challengingly.

Mejuro
05/31/2007 9:42 PM

Mejuro Rala watches all of the unneeded fighting. He reaches out a hand to the tree he is leaning on, a familiar shadow seeps into the tree. Its' leaves start shriveling and welting, its' branches begin drooping from what looks like a premature death. Rala, on the other hand, is growing. Not with physical strength, but a darkness is growing from underneath his cloak. That same darkness, twinkles in his eyes as magicks come flowing back toward him. His staff glows some evil, dark light. He stands straighter and walks towards the group.

Mejuro raises a hand toward one of the zombies infront of girl. A black bolt of lightning streaks from his hand and it pierces the zombie's body. The zombie is not dead, but incapacitated. He smiles and looks toward another.

Murloc_Hugger
05/31/2007 9:51 PM


Mejuro raises a hand toward one of the zombies infront of girl. A black bolt of lightning streaks from his hand and it pierces the zombie's body. The zombie is not dead, but incapacitated. He smiles and looks toward another.


"Hey, thanks!" said Lillian. She turned her attention to the zombie that the strange man had knocked down, finishing it off with another spell. At this point, the summoned griffon had completely shedded both of the other zombies and moved on to the ones attacking the man with the katana.

Mejuro
05/31/2007 10:04 PM

"Hey, thanks!" said Lillian.

Mejuro nods at the young lady. He turns back to the dead tree and walks over it. He grabs for his back and groans. "Im not as young as I used to be...." He chuckles and reaches out to the tree. A larger shadow invelops the tree once the shadow disappears the tree is gone and all of its energy with it. Rala smiles with delight, "That tree was delicious and I should be good for a couple of days on magick...." He turns back to the fight again, but his help is no longer needed. He sighs trys to sit on the ground, but he just falls in a heap. He yelps in pain, but something comes from the inside of his cloak and 'treats' to his leg.

Mejuro Rala tries to keep his eyes open, but with a rush comes a fall. His eyes close to the gryffon ripping apart another zombie. He smiles into a deep sleep.

[i]He is back in the room, again. This time he isn't hunched over and his body is erect. He scowers at the light and shadows creep over the door, putting him in complete darkness. He meditates.......[/i]

Murloc_Hugger
05/31/2007 10:13 PM

"Well, I think the griffon can take care of those zombies from here. You look like you could use some healing." She held out her hand, which began glowing blue again, and touched the spot on Quishtar's head that he had hit. It instantly felt better. "So, did you do that?" she said, pointing to the zombies.

Recko_glyph
05/31/2007 10:14 PM

Quishtar had grabbed a nearby stool with the belief that he would be using it to help defeat the zombies and instead found himself using it to stop pieces of zombie flesh from hitting him in the face after they where torn up by the Griffons.

[i]Why do I always end up with the butt end of the stick? [/i]


"Well, I think the griffon can take care of those zombies from here. You look like you could use some healing." She held out her hand, which began glowing blue again, and touched the spot on Quishtar's head that he had hit. It instantly felt better. "So, did you do that?" she said, pointing to the zombies.


"Uh..." Quishtar said, "I guess I did". He looked at her face and was as mesmerized by her now (if not more) as he was when he had first seen her. He felt a strange beat coming from his chest [i] Your nervous talking to her...[/i] he thought, [i] but a dead man gets up, starts walking and everything's perfectly fine with you [/i]. It wasn't until he heard a small supersonic sound that he realized it was his pendant.

He looked down and saw it was glowing a light blue once again. He put it in his palm and looked at it [i] what is this thing doing? [/i]


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Mejuro
05/31/2007 10:50 PM

[i]Thump....thump....The figure looked up from his meditation. Thump....Something was knocking at the door, but his magicks were blocking it. Thump....and the shadow crackled with blue light. He figure glares at the door and stands furiously. 'Die thurg dia tihd tusha' The darkness fortifides itself with another wall. Thump....The darkness shatters into thousands of thousands of pieces. The Mage wails again as the blue light pounds on his soul....[/i]

Mejuro Rala awakens suddenly and with a fury yet to be seen. His eyes have rolled into the back of his head and show black not white. 'Die thurg dia tihd tusha!' As the words seem to flow from his mouth a dark armor-like substance rises from under his cloak to around his body. It covers his legs first and this his body and then his head leaving flaming eyes, flowing steadily out from the darkness.

A non-human dilect erupts from the being, 'AHditha AJh's Siaahtht'sjaid....'. Though outwardly no one human can understand him, the voice speaks directly into the boy's head. 'Get that infernal thing away from me....' The black being lifts up his hands, palm facing toward him. They burn black, with flames from the pits of another place.

Murloc_Hugger
05/31/2007 10:53 PM

Lillian looked at the glowing pendant and said, "Hey, is that magic? What does it do?" She inspected it closely, and said, "Hey... it looks kind of familiar, let me see it." She grabbed it out of his hand and said, "Hmmmmm... Aha! I've got it! This is a rare artifact known for it's ability to absorb magic energy! I heard a story about it once. It goes a little bit like this..."

She began telling another long, long story about a powerful wizard who had used a pendant like this one to increase his own power, but overused it and was destroyed in the process.

"...So, anyway, a trained user can absorb magic for later use, but it DOES have a bit of a tendency to feed on the life force of its owner. Where did you get it?"

At this point, all the zombies had been destroyed, and the griffon vanished.

[Edited by Murloc_Hugger on Thursday, May 31, 2007 10:59 PM]

Recko_glyph
06/01/2007 12:06 AM


Lillian looked at the glowing pendant and said, "Hey, is that magic? What does it do?" She inspected it closely, and said, "Hey... it looks kind of familiar, let me see it." She grabbed it out of his hand and said, "Hmmmmm... Aha! I've got it! This is a rare artifact known for it's ability to absorb magic energy! I heard a story about it once. It goes a little bit like this..."


Quishtar was listening to Lillian, when felt something. His hair went stiff, everything began to lose its colour and he could no longer hear what Lillian was saying.



'Get that infernal thing away from me....


Quishtar was stunned, the world had seemed to be fading around him

[i] What was...[/i]


"...So, anyway, a trained user can absorb magic for later use, but it DOES have a bit of a tendency to feed on the life force of its owner. Where did you get it?"


Starteled by Lillians voice he realized she had finished he said "Oh, that's..."he couldn't finish.[i] Augh! [/i] He felt a burning from his pendent and quickly lifted it up to see a fiery black glow being emitted by it.

Looking at Lillian he yelled, "We have to move!" grabbing her by the arm and pulling her sideways, towards the exit of the Inn

(OOC-Mejuro are you trying to kill me?)

[Edited by Recko_glyph on Friday, June 1, 2007 12:09 AM]

Murloc_Hugger
06/01/2007 12:15 AM


Looking at Lillian he yelled, "We have to move!" grabbing her by the arm and pulling her sideways, towards the exit of the Inn


"What the--" Lillian said as she was being dragged away. She looked at the pendant and said, "Holy shit! Not again!" [i] Things are happening WAY too fast,[/i] she thought, [i]At this point, I'll NEVER get to have any fun today![/i]

CandlestickJay
06/04/2007 8:06 PM

"Jilanne? Jilanne?" Henry's voice echoed down the basement hallway, frantically searching for his fiance. There were zombies upstairs and magic running amock! She would be furious, but where was she? It was like she had disappeared! He stumbled into a dark room, one of the unfinished guest bedrooms. "Jilanne? Where are you honey?"

He felt his foot jar against something and he fumbled in his pocket for a match. After a second, he struck it against the wall, and thankfully it lit, and he brought the match closer to what he had stumbled over.

Empty open eyes stared back at him, unblinking and cold. Instantly recognising those eyes, he stifled a sob of grief and trailed the light farther down the familiar woman's face. "Jilanne...ye gods...Who could have..."

His words trailed away as he saw the inhuman scratches across her face, intense bloody lines that stretched from her face all the way down her collarbone. The creature seemed intent on pain, not sudden death. A fierce heat burned his fingers and he dropped the match to the ground, and then reached for the remains of the match to tuck away. In the darkness, his fingers met a sticky liquid on the ground.

Pulling out another match, he lit it and stood, staring through the flickering shadows at the rest of her body. Tears trickled from his eyes, and slipped off his nose. Her dress was torn, her body slanted in ways inhumanly possible. Something suddenly caught his eye. She was laying on her back, and the cloth was torn in a way that nearly resembled writing, the edges of the tears coated in the brown of dried blood. Carved into her skin was written,

[i] Welcome to my FunHouse...[/i]

"No...NO!" A fierce yell tore from his chest, and at that moment, tearing claws ripped through his shoulders, yanking him backwards into the darkness and dropping the match. It fell to the ground, its flickering light reflected only in Jilanne's unseeing eyes.

Murloc_Hugger
06/04/2007 9:10 PM


"No...NO!"


"Hey, did you hear something?" said Lillian as she was running away from the inn. "It sounds like someone needs help." She ran back towards the inn and then downstairs towards the source of the sound. She saw Jilanne's body, and said, "Oh no..." Drawing her rapier, she yelled out, "Hey! Somebody help! Jilanne's dead!"

Recko_glyph
06/05/2007 9:21 PM


Hey, did you hear something?" said Lillian as she was running away from the inn. "It sounds like someone needs help." She ran back towards the inn


Quishtar blinked and stood there alone for a moment before running after Lillian


"Hey! Somebody help! Jilanne's dead!"


As he entered the Inn again he heard these words and ran towards its source going down stairs where he saw
Jilannes body


[i] Welcome to my FunHouse...[/i]


As he read the words he felt a chill go up his spine.

He turned his head and his eyes widened

[i]Oh God.....[/i]


(OOC-Sorry typo)

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Mablung_Surion
06/06/2007 3:22 AM

The man calmly listened to all around him, his face showed no emotion to what was happening, inside his head he finally agreed himself and followed the the person who had gone down the stairs.

he stood motionless as he saw the woman's body, the only thing that moved was his his eyes, unseen thanks to his glasses as he surveyed the room. He made a step forward and brought himself next to the person he had follwed.
"And thus her story ended, but i see yours still goes on." that was all he said as he store at the woman's body, though upon hearing a noise, from somewhere upsairs, a noise like a scream he immediatly turned on his heel and ran back up the stairs to the main room.

CandlestickJay
06/08/2007 3:05 PM

A soft cackling trickled from the upper corners of the room, beginning at a soft murmur. Slowly it began to grow, rising in pitch and volume until the greatness of it threatened to shake the very building down upon them.

"Quarrel with the Inquisitors have you? Brought to life the dead have you?" A wheezing voice brushed invisibly through the group, the voice echoing off of the walls. The dim lights in the room only enhanced the trickles of fear that were created by the voice. A hot, breathy wheeze moved close to Lillian whispering, "Sought a little [i]too [/i] much fun, have you?"

The voice laughed again and with a small popping noise appeared nothing less than an imp, no more than two feet in height with spindly legs and arms - like bones in width and froglike in color. Across the skin were tattoos, cryptic beyond ancient designs in glowing purple burns. On his feet and hands were only three appendages, each long and artistic with several more joints than humanly possible. It spread those hands wind, its tail, like a whip in length but an axe in capacity to bludgeon, cracking against the air frigidly.

"Welcome mortals!" It cackled. "So one among you has died, and perhaps not the last" A wicked gleam passed through the large amber eyes, focused in the center of a head too small for the orbs inside. "Oh how I do love pleasantries!"

Smoke began to furl from underneath the doorframe, from underneath the walls themselves, seeping out into the room and rising, a choking, painful smoke that not even the hardiest of firemen could withstand. "Welcome to my realm!" There was a chilling scream that tinged of laughter, and the creature was gone, leaving the room pitch black.

((I don't have time to describe where they find themselves now, so assume that they are no longer in the inn, though it remains pitch black around them with no light - the darkness blots out any kind of magic light, fire, or electricity of anykind. So seriously, NO LIGHT.))

Recko_glyph
06/09/2007 12:42 PM


"Quarrel with the Inquisitors have you? Brought to life the dead have you?" A wheezing voice brushed invisibly through the group, the voice echoing off of the walls. The dim lights in the room only enhanced the trickles of fear that were created by the voice. A hot, breathy wheeze moved close to Lillian whispering, "Sought a little [i]too [/i] much fun, have you?"

[i]What is this? [/i] thought Quishtar [i] how does he know this, has he been watching us? [/i]

The voice laughed again and with a small popping noise appeared nothing less than an imp


[i]Gagh, its hideous.[/i]. Quishtar studied the strange beast noticing the purple-scarred markings on its skin. [i] Something's not right, those marks...we should get out of here [/i]. Quishtar began to move himself back to the top of the stairs, but before he could take more than to steps he saw smoke suddenly begin to enter.

Quishtars lungs were burning he could no longer see. He scurried up the stairs searching for the door handle. [i]Got it. [/i] He grabbed the handle and pushing it to open was thrown back by the burst of smoke that shot from the doorframe throwing him to the bottom of the stairs winding him when he hit the bottom.


"Welcome to my realm!"


Quishtar cringed at the cry of the strange creature. He was catching his breath and blinking rapidly.

After catching his breath he got up. He could see nothing. [i] What is this place [/i] he took a few steps searching for a wall when he realised that his pendant had stopped vibrating.

He held the pendant still around his neck and began shaking it trying to make something happen [I] What the hell is wrong with this thing, its been going crazy and now its just stopped doing anything. The one time I [b] want [/b] it to work it decides to stop acting up. [/I]. Letting his pendant drop back onto his chest, he continued shuffling around trying to find a wall.

He was rather surprised that he wasn't more afraid and began to feel a certain sense of comfort and familiarity [i] It seems so familiar, but I've never been anywhere like this before or have I? [/i] Searching his mind for any kind of memory of a place like this he continued to search for a wall, drifting farther into the darkness

[Edited by Recko_glyph on Saturday, June 9, 2007 12:45 PM]

Murloc_Hugger
06/09/2007 4:41 PM

Lillian was stunned as all of this was happening. [i]First that Inquisitor guy, then the zombies, now this? Am I even going to get to sleep today?[/i]


The voice laughed again and with a small popping noise appeared nothing less than an imp, no more than two feet in height with spindly legs and arms - like bones in width and froglike in color. Across the skin were tattoos, cryptic beyond ancient designs in glowing purple burns. On his feet and hands were only three appendages, each long and artistic with several more joints than humanly possible. It spread those hands wind, its tail, like a whip in length but an axe in capacity to bludgeon, cracking against the air frigidly.


Lillian studied the creature. [i]Hmmmmm... some kind of Demon, I'd say. Or maybe it's a Devil. I never can remember the difference.[/i]


Smoke began to furl from underneath the doorframe, from underneath the walls themselves, seeping out into the room and rising, a choking, painful smoke that not even the hardiest of firemen could withstand. "Welcome to my realm!" There was a chilling scream that tinged of laughter, and the creature was gone, leaving the room pitch black.


[i]Welcome to my realm... I wonder what that--[/i] Her eyes suddenly widened with shock, though no one could see them. "Oh, Hell."

[i]I'm in Hell,[/i] she thought. [i]Well, I guess it could be worse. At least I've been to Hell before...[/i]

It was just last year, during the middle of winter, when her adventuring party had set off to recover the dreaded artifact, the Sword of Arzukath. It was supposedly in the possession of the pit fiend Hathrakhar, who was planning on using it to conquer the Angelic realm for his own evil purposes. The party wizard managed to teleport them to Hell, where they desperately searched for the Devil's lair. It was over a week of fighting off lesser Devils when they found Hathrakhar's keep. After fighting their way to the top, they slew the pit fiend and took the sword, turning it over to the Angels for safe-keeping.

[i]Ah, good times, good times...[/i] Lillian thought as the flashback came to an end. [i]That thing must have been a Devil. There's no Demons in Hell.[/i] She could feel the familiar aura of wrongness, she was sure that this place was Hell.

(OOC: See? I told you my descriptive skills were bad.)

[Edited by Murloc_Hugger on Saturday, June 9, 2007 5:09 PM]

CandlestickJay
06/15/2007 9:54 PM

((My brain cells are slowly dying away from lack of sleep. So this will have to suffice for now.))

A low, thin cackle echoed through the air. A bouncing light appeared, thin and barely penetrating the darkness, but bright enough for those near to it to see it, or perhaps find their way toward it if they dared. "Welcome welcome!" the singsong voice giggled, its husky voice bouncing off nothing but still reaching them.

The light seemed to waver on its own, illuminating no ground, but still allowing that there was something sturdy to be stood upon. Like flashlighting orbs, to giant eyes appeared, the iris' like gold tiger eyes blinked at them. Each eye was perhaps a foot in diameter, floating high above their heads.

"I'm very excited you see..." The eyes blinked, their glowing light dissapearing for a moment. "...because I haven't had anyone to.." it giggled. "...play with for a long time. You must be quite excited to become my new playmates."

Like a misguided child, the voice seemed to pause as if waiting for a response from its little friends.

Murloc_Hugger
06/15/2007 10:18 PM


The light seemed to waver on its own, illuminating no ground, but still allowing that there was something sturdy to be stood upon. Like flashlighting orbs, to giant eyes appeared, the iris' like gold tiger eyes blinked at them. Each eye was perhaps a foot in diameter, floating high above their heads.


Lillian, startled by the sudden appearance of the eyes, held up her rapier, jumped at them, and fell to the ground. "What the...?" She slashed at them again, and the rapier went right through it. "Well, that figures."


"I'm very excited you see..." The eyes blinked, their glowing light dissapearing for a moment. "...because I haven't had anyone to.." it giggled. "...play with for a long time. You must be quite excited to become my new playmates."


"Playmates?" said Lillian, pausing for a minute. In all her years of adventuring, she had never had anything this weird happen.


Like a misguided child, the voice seemed to pause as if waiting for a response from its little friends.


"Look, I don't know who you think you are, but [b]nobody[/b] teleports me into an alternate dimension with pitch blackness and a pair of glowing yellow eyes and gets away with it! Err, scratch that. Nobody teleports me into an alternate dimension at all and gets away with it. And we are NOT your playmates, whatever that means!"

[Edited by Murloc_Hugger on Monday, June 18, 2007 7:51 PM]

Recko_glyph
06/18/2007 8:56 PM


A low, thin cackle echoed through the air. A bouncing light appeared, thin and barely penetrating the darkness, but bright enough for those near to it to see it, or perhaps find their way toward it if they dared. "Welcome welcome!" the singsong voice giggled, its husky voice bouncing off nothing but still reaching them.


Quishtar saw the light and heard the voice. He was however confused by how the voice seemed to emit from all around him. The strange voices giggle sent a shiver down Quishtars spine [i] How is this even possible? [/i]

The dim light wasn't much, but it was enough for Quishtar to see a small reflection of what seemed to be a blade [i] Lillian![/i] He began running towards it and saw it swing once swiftly as if attacking something. He began to suspect that it might be something else, but his suspicions disappeared when he heard her voice.


"Well, that figures."


[I]It is her.[/i] He began running towards her voice that even still amongst the darkness of the unknown world was comforting.


"I'm very excited you see..." The eyes blinked, their glowing light disappearing for a moment. "...because I haven't had anyone to.." it giggled. "...play with for a long time. You must be quite excited to become my new playmates."


"Playmates?" said Lillian, pausing for a minute. In all her years of adventuring, she had never had anything this weird happen.


Like a misguided child, the voice seemed to pause as if waiting for a response from its little friends.


"Look, I don't know who you think you are, but [b]nobody[/b] teleports me into an alternate dimension with pitch blackness and a pair of glowing yellow eyes and gets away with it! Err, scratch that. Nobody teleports me into an alternate dimension at all and gets away with it. And we are NOT your playmates, whatever that means!"


"Lillian!" exclaimed Quishtar. He was still only close enough to see part of the outline of her body.

Suddenly the distance between them seemed to disappear completely and Quishtar found himself standing right in front of Lillian.

Surprised he took a step back and looked around again he then looked at Lillian and said "What the hell is going on here?!!?"

CandlestickJay
06/18/2007 9:39 PM

The creature seemed quite unperturbed at Lillian's attack, in fact, it was difficult to tell if he had even noticed it at all, or her rebellious and heroic speech. That, or he was plainfaced ignoring her.

"Clever clever mortals!" The voice giggled, seemingly pleased that they had found each other. "Now that we are all together -oops!"

The eyes vanished, and like a fog vanishing amid the morning sun, the darkness dissipated, and a white cloud remained foggy around them for a few moments. There was a rather disheveled grunt from somewhere above them, and a short squeal. Then the white fog vanished completely, and their surroundings were...nothing short of neurotic.

Where they were standing appeared to be a giant chessboard of sorts, with black and white squares, though it lacked the pieces. By the size of the squares, the pieces themselves would be about human sized, if not larger. Surrounding the chess set and along each square was a staircase, rising and curving up towards the ceiling and then dissapearing into the white, impenetrable universe above them. The stairs alternated black and white, and every so often there would appear a platform, apparently located in completely random spots. On the paltforms were doors, and on each door, a red number. The doors themselves varied in size and shape, in make and wood, some with handles, some without. Some hung precariously on their hinges, threatening to drop onto anyone that came close, while others seemed latched in so tightly the strongest mech warrior could not break out. Amidst the doors, hung at lopsided angles and odd upside down places were windows, lanterns and pictures, some from the modern day, some from ancients long past, others from worlds that surely were not normal. Occasionally one would match a door, though they would be located what appeared to be miles away from each other.

Distance would be hard to calculate in this place, as the staircases shifted, the doors shimmered and the very reality of the place seemed to shift. Nothing seemed steady and completely accurate, like that of the mind of a genius.

Tempting as it may be for the chess players, should they make a run for the staircase they would find it blocked by an invisible energy field, preventing them from fleeing to another door. Though whether inside would be safer or not it was uncertain.

Another odd thing appeared to be happening. Like the world around them, coated in black and white, their own clothing appeared to be losing its color, slowly fading from bright hues to dull remnants. It seemed not to be affecting their bodies...but for how long? The only color that remained clear and pure was red, matching that of the numbers on the doors.

There was a slight popping sound, and the imp reappeared, looking more than a little frustrated and disheveled. He coughed and adjusted himself in the air. Then, spreading his fingers wide and his arms along with them, a maddening grin slid across his features. A top hat appeared on his head, black and white checkered, as did a coat and tails, dressing him in a black and white that resembled the realm he obviously seemed so used to controlling. "Where were we my dear, dear friends, before I was rudely interrupted?" he asked, his eyes flickering upward with a trace of irritation before they turned to look at one face to the other. "Oh, I remember! "

His voice boomed out into the room from the small mouth, though it appeared to simply be loud, not echoing off of the spiraling stairs beyond the game board upon which they stood.

[b][i]"Welcome!"[/i][/b]

Murloc_Hugger
06/19/2007 2:45 AM


Where they were standing appeared to be a giant chessboard of sorts, with black and white squares, though it lacked the pieces. By the size of the squares, the pieces themselves would be about human sized, if not larger. Surrounding the chess set and along each square was a staircase, rising and curving up towards the ceiling and then dissapearing into the white, impenetrable universe above them. The stairs alternated black and white, and every so often there would appear a platform, apparently located in completely random spots. On the paltforms were doors, and on each door, a red number. The doors themselves varied in size and shape, in make and wood, some with handles, some without. Some hung precariously on their hinges, threatening to drop onto anyone that came close, while others seemed latched in so tightly the strongest mech warrior could not break out. Amidst the doors, hung at lopsided angles and odd upside down places were windows, lanterns and pictures, some from the modern day, some from ancients long past, others from worlds that surely were not normal. Occasionally one would match a door, though they would be located what appeared to be miles away from each other.


"Hmmm, I guess this place [i]isn't[/i] Hell. Or maybe it is. It's always hard to tell when you're on another plane." said Lillian, looking around at the new surroundings. She wasn't really that fazed by the fact that they had left the real world, considering that she had traveled to other planes of existance before(often, in fact).


Another odd thing appeared to be happening. Like the world around them, coated in black and white, their own clothing appeared to be losing its color, slowly fading from bright hues to dull remnants. It seemed not to be affecting their bodies...but for how long? The only color that remained clear and pure was red, matching that of the numbers on the doors.


"Weird..." Lillian said as the bright blue drained from her outfit. The only part of it that remained colored was the bright red trim on her sapphire amulet. She could feel a strange feeling coming over her. It was as if she was vaguely excited about this bizzare place. She could feel the feeling rising (very) slowly through her. Given enough time, it could overtake her, though she had no way of knowing that.


There was a slight popping sound, and the imp reappeared, looking more than a little frustrated and disheveled. He coughed and adjusted himself in the air. Then, spreading his fingers wide and his arms along with them, a maddening grin slid across his features. A top hat appeared on his head, black and white checkered, as did a coat and tails, dressing him in a black and white that resembled the realm he obviously seemed so used to controlling. "Where were we my dear, dear friends, before I was rudely interrupted?" he asked, his eyes flickering upward with a trace of irritation before they turned to look at one face to the other. "Oh, I remember! "


Lillian looked at the creature before her. "Hmmm... an Imp, I'd say. Or maybe a Quasit, I always get those two mixed up." Having used planar travel so much, she knew a lot about extraplanar fauna. "Probably a quasit. This place is way too chaotic for an imp." For some reason, she felt compelled not to attack this creature.


[b][i]"Welcome!"[/i][/b]


[i]"GAH!!!"[/i] Lillian yelled as she fell backwards, startled by the sudden loud noise.

***

Meanwhile, in the real world...


"I just don't get it..." said the captain of the guard, "First the fireball, then the Inquisitor and the zombies, now this?" He stared at Jilanne's body. "Claw marks, twisted bones, writing in the skin, an obvious look of pain on her face? This is no mere murder."

"Boss?" said another guard.

"What?" said the captain.

"We've sealed off and searched the inn. There's no trace of the missing citizens."

"Who exactly went missing?"

"Well, there was the proprietor's husband, the boy with the amulet that reanimated those zombies, and that bard that you questioned about the Inquisitor earlier. None of them are anywhere within range of our divinations. Witnesses say that they went into this basement and never came back out."

"Considering everything that happened today, would it be redundant to say that this is just about the weirdest and scariest shit I've ever seen?"

"Probably, sir."

A robed man walked up to them. "Boss! We've got a report from the diviners!"

"What is it?" said the captain.

"We've picked up traces of strong Conjuration, Divination, and Chaos magic around the basement. We suspect that someone or something teleported them out."

"Well, that's just great. Can you trace it?"

"No, sir, the magic is too powerful."

"That's even [i]better[/i]!" The captain started cursing loudly.

"What are your orders, sir?" said the guard who had came in earlier.

"Keep investigating, but if anyone else dies, seal off the inn permanently. I don't want anyone getting hurt."

"Yes, sir." The guard ran off to relay the orders.

"[i]*Sigh*...[/i] I really need a nap..."

[Edited by Murloc_Hugger on Tuesday, June 19, 2007 9:24 PM]

Recko_glyph
06/20/2007 12:14 PM

Within the blink of an eye their surroundings had changed, Quishtar felt light headed and was breathing heavily as if he himself had been thrown into another world. He was leaned over and as he stood up noticed that the colour in his clothing seemed to simply pour out into the world around him and disappeared.

He took his amulet in hand and shook it violently and still it did nothing. He looked around and examined the windows and platforms that seemed to be suspended above him. As he looked around he noticed there seemed to also be stairs and as he followed them downwards he saw that they spiralled up from the strange checkerd platforms on which he stood. [i]An escape [/i] he thought, making a run at it. [i]What is this? [/i] he had stooped not 2 feet away from the bottom of the staircase, but fund he could not continue, no matter how hard he willed himself [i] I'm stuck [/i] he thought still trying to move forward [i] What if this is a trap, I've gotta move [/i] as he thought this he had managed to jerk his head backwards and fell onto the floor. [i]So I guess this means we just can't go up these.[/i]

As he picked himself off the floor, he noticed something on the bottom of his shirt. At first he thought he was bleeding, but after closer inspection he found it wasn't blood, but a number that had apparently been stained onto the bottom of his shirt.


"Hmmm, I guess this place [i] isn't [/i] Hell. Or maybe it is. It's always hard to tell when you're on another plane." said Lillian


[i] Oh you think we might be in hell, that's comforting [/i] thought Quishtar as he looked around once again

There was a slight popping sound, and the imp reappeared, looking more than a little frustrated and disheveled. He coughed and adjusted himself in the air. Then, spreading his fingers wide and his arms along with them, a maddening grin slid across his features. A top hat appeared on his head, black and white checkered, as did a coat and tails, dressing him in a black and white that resembled the realm he obviously seemed so used to controlling. "Where were we my dear, dear friends, before I was rudely interrupted?" he asked, his eyes flickering upward with a trace of irritation before they turned to look at one face to the other. "Oh, I remember! "


[b][i]"Welcome!"[/i][/b]


Lillian had fallen surprised, as Quishtar had been by the loud booming voice that had sent chills down his back

"Quick" he said sticking out his hand to her "We gotta be ready be fore he tries to pull anything"

Murloc_Hugger
06/20/2007 2:42 PM

Lillian picked herself up off of the floor and readied her rapier. "Where are we? What are you? I can tell this is a different plane of existance, but I don't know which one. Are you an Imp or a Quasit? I can't really tell. Is this Limbo? It could be Limbo." She seemed confused, not just as to what was happening, but in the way she was speaking. Her speech pattern was extremely incoherent, mainly due to the disorientation of this dimension that she obviously wasn't used to yet. Adding to the confusion was her usage of terms that only a wizened sage, seasoned adventurer, or denizen of a place beyond could understand.

After having come to her senses, all she said was, "That was weird."

[Edited by Murloc_Hugger on Wednesday, June 20, 2007 8:26 PM]

nanuk
06/25/2007 5:34 PM


His voice boomed out into the room from the small mouth, though it appeared to simply be loud, not echoing off of the spiraling stairs beyond the game board upon which they stood.

[b][i]"Welcome!"[/i][/b]



His arms thrown wide and a large grin upon his wizened face the pixie held the pose, waiting expectantly as the reverberations of his voice died away slowly.

Again, he seemed disappointed at the lack of response from his new playmates, a frown causing his forehead to pucker.

Floating down he drew a little closer to the pair, fussing primly at the long tails of his coat, arranging them just [i]so[/i] before continuing.

"Oh my friends..." his voice was thick with glee, amber eyes shining with excitement, "Such fun we shall have!"
He moved even closer, small legs folded beneath him, long fingers curled across the top of his knees, gripping tightly in excitement.

"A game, we are going to play- and such a game! Such rewards!" a giggle escaping his lips the pixie clapped his hands theatrically across his mouth, the gesture doing little to muffle the sound.
Recovering, he leaned forward conspiratorially, going so far as to look over his shoulder as if for eavesdroppers.
"The [i]highest[/i] rewards! The greatest treasure! But-"

His voice became singsong on the final word, and he leaned back again, wagging a many-jointed finger at them, a sly smile creeping across his face.
"But only if you play [b]well[/b]-" he gestured expansively at the board arrayed before them, "by [i]my[/i] rules".

He seemed to regard them closely for the first time, scratching at his chin in puzzlement.
"But you look lonely! Generous I am, and difficult my game- but fair! Always fair is Graemel- oops!" hands clapped across his mouth again the imp appeared chagrined, but a telltale glint of amusement was evident in his oversized eyes.

"Always fair [i]I[/i] am, yes..."
The light of an idea seemed to cross his face, and he cackled once more with self-satisfaction.
"More playmates, we need! Yes! Oh fun!"

A white cloud enveloped the pair once more, and with it came a sensation of dizziness, and a slight ringing of the ears.

When the cloud withdrew,- slowly, teasingly, it seemed- Lillian and Quishtar were no longer standing on the board, but instead were halfway up one of the spiral staircases nearest the rim of the board, precariously close to the edge of a platform no larger than a large dining table- an edge where, coincidentally, there was a large gap in the railing.

In the middle of the platform, seemingly freestanding, was a large door that gave the [i]impression[/i] of being honey-coloured pine, gleaming warmly in the halflight, athough it too, like the surroundings, had been drained of all colour. Next to a simple round doorknob that looked well worn, painted in a red that looked all the more garish and vulgar in its colourless surroundings, was the number '1'.

With an arch smile the imp vanished and a figure appeared in his place, falling heavily to the platform in shock.
In the brief moment before the colour began to bleed from this new 'playmate', it was revealed to be a copper-haired female half elf, clad almost entirely in verdant colours, forest green draining quickly from eyes that looked up, wide in surprise, from a delicately-featured face.

Coming to her feet nimbly she had clearly misjudged how quickly she had recovered, reeling unbalanced toward the unguarded edge before grasping desperately at a rail. Stabilised once more she looked wildly at Quishtar and the bard, her gaze darting in confusion between the two.
Eyes narrowing in determination she drew a longsword that sat sheathed at her hip, holding it steadily before her.

"Release me!" her voice was strong, almost a command.

Graemel appeared, almost transparent, interposed between the blade and the pair from the inn, adopting a pose of chastisement.
Clearly startled the half elf nevertheless managed to maintain her pose, only a small flinch betraying her surprise.

"Now, now! Play nice, new friend- at least for now! Hah! Fair I am, so give you a moment I will- and then... then we will [b]begin[/b]".

With a final wheeze of laughter the image disappeared once more, leaving the three alone before the door.

Murloc_Hugger
06/25/2007 6:08 PM


"A game, we are going to play- and such a game! Such rewards!" a giggle escaping his lips the pixie clapped his hands theatrically across his mouth, the gesture doing little to muffle the sound.
Recovering, he leaned forward conspiratorially, going so far as to look over his shoulder as if for eavesdroppers.
"The [i]highest[/i] rewards! The greatest treasure! But-"

His voice became singsong on the final word, and he leaned back again, wagging a many-jointed finger at them, a sly smile creeping across his face.
"But only if you play [b]well[/b]-" he gestured expansively at the board arrayed before them, "by [i]my[/i] rules".


"Hmmm, a game, eh? And treasure? That sounds like a nice change of pace. Adventuring was getting kind of old anyway." Lillian said to herself.


He seemed to regard them closely for the first time, scratching at his chin in puzzlement.
"But you look lonely! Generous I am, and difficult my game- but fair! Always fair is Graemel- oops!" hands clapped across his mouth again the imp appeared chagrined, but a telltale glint of amusement was evident in his oversized eyes.


Lillian began whispering to Quishtar, "Graemel... so that's his name. Sounds sort of Sylvan, if you ask me. Pixie, almost. Do you think he's a pixie?"


With an arch smile the imp vanished and a figure appeared in his place, falling heavily to the platform in shock.
In the brief moment before the colour began to bleed from this new 'playmate', it was revealed to be a copper-haired female half elf, clad almost entirely in verdant colours, forest green draining quickly from eyes that looked up, wide in surprise, from a delicately-featured face.



Coming to her feet nimbly she had clearly misjudged how quickly she had recovered, reeling unbalanced toward the unguarded edge before grasping desperately at a rail. Stabilised once more she looked wildly at Quishtar and the bard, her gaze darting in confusion between the two.
Eyes narrowing in determination she drew a longsword that sat sheathed at her hip, holding it steadily before her.

"Release me!" her voice was strong, almost a command.


Lillian stumbled back a bit as the ranger brandished a longsword at her. "Hey, this isn't our fault! We didn't do this! Besides, it could be worse. We could be on the Elemental Plane of Fire, or the Negative Energy Plane."


Graemel appeared, almost transparent, interposed between the blade and the pair from the inn, adopting a pose of chastisement.
Clearly startled the half elf nevertheless managed to maintain her pose, only a small flinch betraying her surprise.

"Now, now! Play nice, new friend- at least for now! Hah! Fair I am, so give you a moment I will- and then... then we will [b]begin[/b]".

With a final wheeze of laughter the image disappeared once more, leaving the three alone before the door.


"Hmmm... she looks like a ranger of some sort." Lillian said as she studied the newcomer. "So, anyway, I'm Lillian Deepsong. Who are you?"

[Edited by Murloc_Hugger on Monday, June 25, 2007 6:26 PM]

[Edited by Murloc_Hugger on Tuesday, June 26, 2007 3:08 PM]

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