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Post by Vyrrian Wren on May 23, 2005 10:04:05 GMT
((Continued from 'A Slightly Soaked Start')) The door opened with a creak, and Vyrrian stepped inside the Inn. The first waves of warmth washed over him like water, and he instantly felt safe. He looked around, trying to gauge some idea of the layout and of the people inside. The main room he had arrived in was semi-crowded, with a rag tag assortment of humans, elves, orcs and other species sat around in groups. Most were eating, although Vyrrian spotted some card games, arm wrestling matches and surreptitious discussions going on. He took off his cloak, folded it, and slung it over his arm. Without it, one could take in all of Vyrrian easily. He was of medium build, not particularly tall but slender. He wore what looked like a leather waistcoat, with a number of pockets of varying depths and contents sewn into it. His other clothes - leather boots and black breeches - were typical travelers fare. He moved through the room, trying to remain discreet, and nobody gave him any trouble. He'd had quite enough for today - a room, a meal, and some pleasant company were all he craved. He reached the main bar, and tried to catch the people on the other side's eye...
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Post by Midnight on May 25, 2005 11:28:42 GMT
[ModNote: Please note that Midnight is posting in this thread as NPCs and not as herself.]
*A rather nervous young woman with long brown hair and dark brown eyes that had flecks of green in them. The green flecks become more apparent as the woman notices the man. She smiles slightly and approaches the bar with caution...Dal wouldn't be impressed if he caught he lagging on serving the customers again.*
Good evening, good sir.
*She eyes him briefly making note of his damp clothes and hair and realises that he has been travelling a while.*
Looks like you've had a long day, what can I get you?
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on May 25, 2005 11:35:29 GMT
'A Firestone mead, my dear. I need a rising taste.'
Vyrrian discreetly looked the young lady over. He wasn't unimpressed with what he saw. Dark brown with traces of green... it seemed everyone here had the most interesting of eyes.
He hoped that his own blood red wouldn't cause too much of a reaction.
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Post by Midnight on May 25, 2005 14:32:39 GMT
*The woman turns her back to him breifly as she gets him his drink. Her clothes were somewhat different to what most people expected from a female bar tender. Most of the others had clothes that showed various parts of their anatomy off to good advantage. This woman though wore dark trousers that could not be decerned to be either a very, very dark blue or black her top was a deep green probably more suited to that of a woman of the trees than serving drinks but it hung round her loosely, not really giving any real idea of figure or form, the sleeves came down to her elbows. Her skin was a pale tan,she had worked in the sun before but now her tan was wearing off due to working in doors all day. *
*She thought about making general conversation as she got the mans drink but thought it best to leave it til she was actually facing him again. She finished pouring the amberish drink into the freshly washed glass,, walking back over to him she smiled. The semi dark gloom of the inn hid most faces of those further away from her. Since working here she had seen many things that well shocked her at first and had given her several night wondering of whether the work here was worth the heart attack she would probably have one day.*
*Glancing up at the stranger who stood just a few centimetres taller than her she smiled, then caught glimpse of his eyes, her smile waivered slightly but with a internal shrug she placed the glass down in front of him. They were a tad shocking indeed but most of the creatures here were also shocking and some by far were worse than the mans eyes.*
There you go good sir. Anything else I can get you?
* Though nervous she looked him in the eyes she may be more like a cat scared of her own shadow but she didn't allow the mysterious of life cause her to hide in a hole like her mother. She maybe wary but also curious...*
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Post by Leytan on May 25, 2005 14:53:15 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from A Slightly Soaked Start.] *The door opened, the Inn was noisy as always but some how everyone in the bar seemed to hear the door open. Yet the sound was diffent somehow, it sounded like a cross between a howling wind and a goblin Horn. It sent shivers up the serveing Girls spine.* *But the figure that now stood in the doorway did more then send shivers up her spine it literaly made her blood run cold.* *And she wasn't the only one, most of the customers seemed to shrink back from this man, some got up and left, other sat in silent horror, and a few wispered to each other.* "The Ice Killer.", "The Atlantian Mercenery.", "That cursed Half-Breed", "He's Death incarnet", "That one makes even Old Ed Deal seem like an upstanding citizen." *Were just some of the comments the serveing wench heard, and she also became aware that the room teprature had droped noticably. The Figure walked into the bar and made to sit down at a table but then seemed to change his mind and made a beeline over to one of the other tables.* *One from which the comment "Acursed Hafl-breed" had come. He walked up behind the chair of the man who had made the comment and in a flash kicked the chair out from under him, the man fell backwards hit his head on the floor and spilled his drink over his shirt.* *The Figure smiled a very sinister smile and went and sat down at a Table and waited for the serveing wench to come over.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on May 25, 2005 15:50:47 GMT
Vyrrian did not fail to notice the change in atmosphere of the Inn, and once again he felt a rush of cold envelop himself. Turning from the barmaid briefly, he spotted the familiar sight of Leytan cruising his way through the tables.
Catching his eye, he raised his drink in appreciation of his well timed kick. With a smirk, he turned back to the barmaid, who was watching for trouble the second it stepped through the door.
'Nice clientele ye got here, milady. Bet ye must see plenty of of folks stroll through that door, eh?'
He took a sip from his drink, and instantly felt the spicy tendrils of the flavour on his tongue. He loved that sensation. Firestone Mead was a very rare beverage back home. It was made from the poisoned teeth of a Sandstone Snapdragon, left out in the deserts for ten days and nights. Any more or less, and the mixture would lose its neutrality and eat through the glass, the table it was on, and most likely part of the floor.
'I'm also interested in getting a room. You wouldn't happen to have any spare, would you?'
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Post by Midnight on May 25, 2005 23:27:00 GMT
*The woman shivers ever so slightly and seems to have a problem draggin her eyes from "The Ice Killer" to the stranger. His questions only just understood by what seems to her to be a fastly becoming numb mind.*
*Finally looking back at the stranger.*
Aye that I do..some good, some bad and some just down right trouble..As for a room I believe we have two or three spare for customers. If you wish I'll show you to one and you can see if you wish to stay here.
They are nice enough rooms but a bit plain.
* The woman is most grateful for the more modest covering of clothes as goose pimple rise on her skin and she shivers slightly with the drop in tempreture.. The sudden silence in the room catches Dal who had been working in the back attention. Entering the bar he stands just in front of it just like a normal customer, giving the room a once over seep glare he then goes and starts drying off the fresly cleaned glasses just watching....*
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Post by Leytan on May 25, 2005 23:31:53 GMT
*Just then the door opens again and a group of 3 ruff looking men walk in. They survay the people inside the Bar. Then alight upon Leytan sitting alone at his table. The three men walk over to him*
"You Leytan?"
*One asks sharply*
"You have me at a disadvantage sir. You know my name but errrr. I don't think I know yours and I certainly don't reconise the face, I would deffinatly have remmember your face."
*The man growls meniclly at Leytan.*
"We're freinds of one Mark Kalad. Dose that name ring a bell in that seweed coverd brain of yours??"
*Leytan got a very cold look in his eyes.*
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Post by Midnight on May 25, 2005 23:36:56 GMT
*The woman looked at Dal and shook her head lightly. Dal had not seen the woman and was paying her no real heed but just watched the trio and the man for a couple of minutes. With a deep, gruff voice.*
I don't want no trouble in my bar.
*Looking from Leytan to the trio.*
Understood?
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Post by Leytan on May 25, 2005 23:45:55 GMT
"Well I don't inted to start any."
*Leytan said calmly.*
"If you excuse me Gentlemen. I have to see about getting a room."
*Leytan gets up to go and speak with Dal. But one of the ruffians grabs him and spins him round to face them.*
"The only arangments you need to make are Funeral arangments. You murdering pices of UUUUUUUUUUUURK."
*Leytan had stuck a Knife into his stomac.*
"That blade is coverd in my own personal mixture, "The Mark Of Leytan" Venom. Now I've given you a dose that should give you 4 days of life before you die. The Pysisian in Silverden has the antidote. It's a 5 day ride from here BUT if you ride none stop you might just make it. Now get out of here."
*Looks to the other ruffinas*
"Anyone else??"
*The ruffinas srink back.*
"This Ain't over Leytan."
*One of them calls out. They help there poisoned freind out of the Bar and mount there houses and ride off.*
*Leytan turns to Dal.*
"I'm sorry sir, but that was in self deffnece for I fear they were about to lynch me, and I think that a lynching from your rafters would have done greater hamr to your buisness then a small scufful. I assure you there will be no more trouble from me."
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Post by Midnight on May 25, 2005 23:55:48 GMT
*Dal nods his head slowly.*
Just so long as no more trouble follows you. There has been far too much trouble in here recently and I don't want any more.
*By the time he reaches the end of the sentence He is practically shouting, his voice full of anger and rage. He takes several deeps breaths and calms down quickly.*
Now sir how can I help you, the wenches are busy so you have my company to deal with.
*He glances briefly over at the woman their eyes lock for a moment and a look passes between them, though neither man can pick up what just passed between the two, they figure there is some reason for her being there. She was not really wench material pleasing enough to look at but she and more modest than any of the others.She turns back to the stranger with the red eyes then grabs one of the bedroom keys from under the bar and begins to walk round, now not waiting for a answer from the stranger. If he wanted to look he would follow.*
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Post by Leytan on May 25, 2005 23:59:42 GMT
"I'm mearly looking for acomadation for the night times. I spend most of my days roaming so if those ruffians do try again it will all most certainly be well away from here."
"I don't know how long I'll be staying."
*Sudernly realises who he's talking to.*
{Hushed voice} "Oh Dal Marx! I see ownership reverted back to you after the unfortunat incident."
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Post by Midnight on May 26, 2005 0:04:09 GMT
*Dal walks behind the bar.*
Which one? There has been a few here in the last few weeks. This place has only really started to feel like it used to...
*Taking a deep hard look at Leytan*
What are you doing back in town rumours round here was you were never coming back..
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Post by Leytan on May 26, 2005 0:11:04 GMT
*Shrugs shoulders*
"Circumstances change, I've long since learned that, I'll almost certainly pass threw a village at least 4 times in my life time."
"And I have a foundness for this town."
"Don't suppose you need a bouncer??"
"I'm fresh out of work for once."
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Post by Midnight on May 26, 2005 0:20:37 GMT
I'm not surprised, things have been very quiet round here recently. Wolfenden is recovering from a lot of things lately. Though I think it sent some people crazy all the murders and such..Some people reckon they saw a dragon that wasn't a dragon a day or so ago...They said it was carrying some people ..and it flew right into the sky...never heard anything like it...
As for a bouncer job..
*Looks Leytan over breifly.*
That maybe a good idea but I don't want you killing no one...or poisoning them. I would like them to come back if they learn their lesson..I especially don't need no trouble now..
*Dal gets Leytan a drink and places it on the bar.*
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