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Post by Midnight on Jun 29, 2005 23:05:40 GMT
*Ann-Marie takes the small bottle from Wren's hands and shakes it gently watching it closely.*
So whats so specail bout it to be one of your vices?
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jun 30, 2005 9:37:04 GMT
'Put it on ANY food or sprinkle some into any drink. It's the ultimate flavouring. Perfect for splicing up an otherwise bland meal.'
Vyrrian beckoned to his eyes.
'As you can see, I use it extensivly.'
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Post by Midnight on Jul 1, 2005 15:31:45 GMT
*Ann-Marie laughed and nodded her head.*
I had noticed that.
*Dal suddenly appears across the bar and nods his head at her and she nods back with a smile.*
So how much if any of Wolfenden have you seen?
*She asks turning her attention back to Wren.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jul 1, 2005 19:21:29 GMT
'Surprisingly little actually. Is there anywhere you'd particularly recommend I take a look at?'
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Post by Midnight on Jul 2, 2005 9:22:38 GMT
Well it depends on what you want to see. There is Dunnfalls for those who seek nature and calmness, theres the market which has several stalls and a couple of shops. There is the boarding school but that doesn't seem to be in use. There is also various other ares like the dark forest ...that well not many people go to. and then yo get out of the main area of wolfenden and really start going to toher areas.
There is Marblehead owned and ruled by Lord Fear and a couple of surrounding areas.
It's quite vaast but at the same time not too vast. Would you like to see any of the areas?
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jul 6, 2005 19:41:04 GMT
Vyrrian's ears perked up upon hearing the name of the ruler of Marblehead. So this was where he could find the leader of the opposition, hmm? Interesting. Worthy of remembering. Lets see what a few well placed questions would turn up.
'I like the sound of Dunnfalls... I wouldn't mind taking a look at that. Marblehead... that rings a few bells. About two months ago I ran across some youth in a funny helmet nattering something about a Lord Fear. Something about him running something called... the opposition?'
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Post by Midnight on Jul 10, 2005 10:55:48 GMT
*Ann-Marie frowns slightly.*
Aye the opposition are a rather powerful old force here. Though it has been pretty quiet from them lately. Marblehead is pretty well protected and not that many people viait there willingly anyway. Rumours were running round that he tried kidnapping a couple of young people not long ago but they got away more or less unharmed.
*Ann-Marie begins to notice the quietening down of the inn as people slowly beging to leave, the workers pick up empty glasses and plates taking them into the kitchen to be washed.*
Looks like closing timw is fastly approaching.
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jul 11, 2005 20:08:37 GMT
'Time for me to go, it seems.'
Vyrrian stood up, and bowed his head in respect.
'Thank you for sharing your evening with me. I'm always wary of the types of welcome I find in new places, you've made mine a most pleasant one.'
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Post by Midnight on Jul 11, 2005 23:37:58 GMT
*Ann-Marie stood up along with Wren.*
Thank you indeed. Was a wonderful evening. Thank you again for your company but like you I think I should head for my room. I have a early start and need my sleep. Sleep well and sweet dreams Wren.
*Ann-Marie then passed him giving him a small squeeze to the arm as she passed then headed for the staff bedrooms.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jul 12, 2005 19:17:58 GMT
Vyrrian smiled the grin of a Vampire. Not a bad start to his stay. A streetwise urchin to enable some decent connections, and a lovely young lady to show him the sights. Not bad at all. Draining the last of his drink, Wren stood up and stretched. A good night's sleep was just what he needed after this day. Gathering his things and leaving several silvers on the table as a tip, he made his way slowly up the stairs [ModNote: at which point he is passed by Leytan] and watched the last of the stragglers being sheperded out of the door, being subtly reminded by the staff that they all had homes to go to. A burst of song from outside made Vyrrian smirk. I could get used to this place...He walked along the corridor and opened the door, locking it when he was safely inside. There was nothing particularly sinister about the atmosphere of the room to make Vyrrian feel on his guard, but he still hid his satchel underneath his bed out of habit. Some of it's contents would be very difficult to replace. He checked outside his window. His room opened out onto an alley which ran along parallel with the Inn and ended abruptly at the end with a stone wall. A haycart was located just beneath his window. Perfect. Escape was avaliable. He removed his cape and slowly took off his gloves, wincing as he set eyes on his curse again. It always pained him, having to cover up his habits - the gloves, to hide his burden, and the drink, to numb the 'phantom' pain. Being chalked up as an eccentric wherever he went. It was far better than their sympathy though. Or worse, being labelled 'subhuman'... Damn that sadistical goblin herder! DAMN his unhuman husk of a Master!What he wouldn't do to restore that which had been so cruelly taken from him. What he wouldn't give to go back to the way things were. To have his hand again... to have a brother again... Vyrrian blew out his candle, and darkness enveloped the room.
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jul 20, 2005 13:25:10 GMT
The sun crept over the horizon, illuminating the land and drving the shadows back into the corners and crevices. The stillness and calm of the night slowly vanished as the streets and alleys awoken to the sound and sights of its citizens going about their morning rituals.
And, in a room atop the second floor of the Wolf's Howl Inn, someone stirred from their slumber and stared bleary eyed at the ceiling. Not for long though. Quick as a flash, he was out of bed and began perfoming his morning exercises.
As he stretched, Vyrrian considered the events of the previous day. He'd made some aquaintences and learnt of some places of interest. Maybe it was a good time to begin exploring this rural hamlet. To get grounded, as it were, and start making a name in the right circles. Or, more preferably, the wrong circles. That was what he was really after.
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 20, 2005 15:35:05 GMT
*Downstaires the Bar was thruming with early morning buissness. Customers, suppliers from the brewery and some rather shifty looking characters all mingled together in the smokey room.*
*Wren would be in need of directions to help him explore Wolfenden. He'd better hope he askes the right person or his past actions may catch up with him. Not everyone is what they seem.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jul 23, 2005 10:35:15 GMT
After he had washed and dressed, Wren found himself downstairs in the main eating area of the Inn.
He casually glanced around, scoping the morning clientale. He specifically looked to see if Ann was working anywhere. He didn't expect her to join him, she was no doubt working. He could use some directions to Dunnfalls though.
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 23, 2005 13:26:47 GMT
*Another person had spotted Wren however, the man was obviusly of some means as his cloths were not dirty or torn, deffinatly not part of the local Nobility however but perhaps a member of the gentry.*
*He looked at Wren carefully as if trying to place his face, as if he had seen him somewere before. Then he smiled and walked over to him.*
"Excusse me ol'chap but are you Vyrrian Wren?"
*He asked his voice was very distictive. He was obviusly someone who had an over inflated oppinon of his self. His accent already screamed upper-middle class but he was trying to sound even grander by fakeing a posh upper class Britihs accent and failing missreably, so insted his accent sounded horiably broken sliping from his natural dialect to the fake British one and back again.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jul 23, 2005 20:45:11 GMT
'Who wants to know?'
Vyrrian instantly saw through the man's hilariously fake accent. It was so transparant he could make a fortune making windows out of it. He had it in mind to strike the man down solely on general principles.
Still, his curiosity was perked.
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