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 Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 9:54 pm
A tavern found in the forest that pretty munch houses many faces of different tongues. Most of them who come here for the latest gossip or the magical shop for those journeyers who are just passing through. The magic shop provides a decent set of restorative items as well as a pretty decent set of enchanted accessories. Although this shop resides in Elderaan Forest do not be fooled. Like any tavern what you say can be swung completely around eventually biting you in the rear. The elves here are very sly individuals. They will dance, sing, and smile in front of you but will do the complete opposite the moment your back is turned.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:56 am
One wandered quietly into the tavern, he was almost tired and wanted a break from his busy job, if required he would simply project to deal with his job it was the logical coarse. He walked towards a table at the back and sat down ignoring all the surrounding and listening to what might be being said. He sat down Gripping the large scythe he owned and looking around he leaned his legs on another chair and made himself comfortable as possible before closeing one eye and resting slightly. I feel like i have worked to long. he thought with a slight scowl.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 6:46 pm
It had been a while since old Sokobar the Mad Elf had passed through the Godslayer Mountains. He had been banished by the elven council for misdeeds of the past. However he had a few rounds to make. As he walked through the forests, the scent of the morning dew from the trees brought back so many memories.....so many memories that it disgusted him that is.
The tree song tavern was a haven for most magical beings and so he had no worry of the elven rangers sounding off their quivers in alert of his presence. Once he arrived his ears seemed to drown in the endless gossip that floated across the entrance as fairy folk from different ends of the world entered. "Ha! Bout stinking time." He said brushing his forearm across his parched lips." Entering the building he immediately grabbed a stool and slammed his fist so hard against the table that the rum filled glasses lost their contents from the reverberation. "Gimme something hard and strong!!" He bellowed. Most of the owners of the spilled glasses would return him mean and nasty looks every so often but none would speak due to conscious awareness of who he was. Except for a few hardy ones who took it upon themselves to approach him with popping sounds of cracking knuckles. Drawing out one open a hand, a ball of seishou would be summoned onto it before melding into a large black round sphere. From it a lit stem ready to blow all three of them sky high including those who took no part in it. "Wanna go a few rounds, it's been a while since this one's got down and dirty." He grinned. By the time his drink arrived the two men would have already left the tavern muttering curses underneath their tongues. Putting the bomb away, he lifted the large mud-beer filled mug letting the suds whiten his nose, he glanced at the a guy with the large scythe across from him. "Ah put a sock in it, who gives a damn." He said before slurping down murky substance down with large gulps before letting out a loud burp.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 10:52 am
One was fealt like the real show had arrived with this elf, he smirked to himself having known the men were going to back off before anything was made about their tough attitude, One decided to state something to the elf after a couple of words to the badtender "Give the Elf all he wants i'll pay. I'll have what he's having as well." He said letting go of his scythe, witch stayed standing verticle and did not wobble. He let go to point at the loud elf across from him." He then looked at the Elf and said "You know if you had killed the taller man he would have a nicer death than what awaits him." One said as he leant back in his chair, his hand reached for his weapon again as it blinked in the side of his vision, the Scythe glowed only to One as he projected his spirit out with the weapon, a soul was about to need harvesting so He spirit went out to do so as he was resting his body, One's face would look a little space out as he moved around his spirit, it arrived to the position a couple of secound later many miles away at its called for location, finding a man who was going to finish starving to death in about fourty secounds. One's spirit positioned itself beside the man and rose the Scythe.
Thinking about the work he was just doing, his thoughs a little fragmented because of the invisable split he stated, in his proffession witch was rude of him "So Mr Elf, I can't read your death...Interesting" This was a recent thing he had noticed, it was almost as if Fate were changing for everyone, theese changes made it impossible to tell how long someone had before One had to go collect the soul they stored. One's drink arrived just after saying that, a secound drink was left for the elf if he wanted it as one sniffed the drink questionably "Better than the old stuff." He muttered to himself, not pulling himself to take a drink.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 8:10 pm
Not far from the elf rude elf and the strange was a young boy. He appeared peaceful listening to their conversion as a man had brung him freshly made tea. His name was Nirro Tokage. He couldn't help, but to smile at the man with the sythe. "That this man can see peoples death.......strange," Nirro says to himself. Then on the other hand he couldn't stand that elf. He acts rude and disgusting to people not caring what they would think. As the boy had risen from his seat, slowly walking to him he asks "What is your name?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 9:33 pm
There he laid and gulped away as the stranger ordered the drinks for him. His legs reclined in the air as the mud beer dripped from his chin on down to the middle area of his neck in murky streams. "Ah that hit the spot!" He said kicking his feet away from the counter barely missing the glasses on table once again. "Well now." He said directing a raised eyebrow towards the stranger with the scythe. Of course this was an interesting experience for the both of them. This had been the first time someone had tried reading the lifespan of Sokobar's.
"Hmmmmmmm." He grinned while sarcastically nudging the tip of his finger against his temple. "Well hadn't it occurred to you that you aren't the real thing?" And there it was. Plain as day he had just insulted everything that the man deemed himself to be. It was obvious that this man some arts with messing around with spirits of the dead but it wasn't enough to prove to the world that he was the all mighty reaper who guided the dead to through the river of death. "Better luck next time bub, but I will take another drink." And with that he hopped from the stool before cracking his muscles and joints into place. His muscles seemed pretty relieved after traveling hundreds of miles from the western side of the Godslayer Mountains on foot. His battle scarred body scarred body seemed more relaxed and fit for anything at this moment and it was about time he hit the road again. Just before that he would snicker at the little one trying to catch the wanna be reaper's attention. "You aren't you supposed to be milking a someone's cow farmboy?" He said, his old rusty voice taking an old once again sarcastic tone.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 8:56 am
one listened to the blithe comment and looked mildly amused "I do my job that is it." One said floating to his feet as his spirit returned from its collecting "You can believe what you want, but when you die I'll be the one greeting you." He looked slowly at the person who the Elf had just called farm boy with a peaked eyebrow "You ask my name well One is it." He said simply looking at the Elf with amusement as his mind said inside the elfs head "You are more alive than anyone i've met recently." he laughed looking around as he heard some comment from one of the drunks that he looked to young to be allowed to drink, One ignored the comment knowing that his height seemed to do that to allot of people. One stretched and levitated the mud beer he had out his hand after taking an eye twitching sip, it was volatile, the drink was the seventh worst thing he'd ever tasted. he floated the drink floated down to the table as he wiped his mouth and looked at Nirro again "So what is it you'd like?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 2:04 pm
Sokobar gave out a loud belch just before taking another sip of someone's mud beer, as if he had laid it to the side for himself a minute ago. "Let's see, how should I put it to this child?" He nudged the side of his temple. "Ya know I could declare myself King of the Elves but that wouldn't matter now would it?" He laughed quietly to himself. "I'll tell you why it wouldn't matter. It's because their just words. Self proclaimed titles that you children have crowned upon your own noggins." With that he turned over from the tavern and began walking towards the door. His bare feet slapping against the hard would creating large thuds from all the equipment riding on his back. Turning around slowly he lifted a long finger towards in between the space that separated the farmboy and the man with the scythe. "The new reaper will be returning to this world. The real reaper. No self proclaimed title here scythe boy, because I'm not talking about myself. Oh no no no no no no. I'm not made out to reap souls.................." His voice deepened as his mouth began curving from ear to ear. The tip of his finger now forming a ball of seishou that would materialize into a small black orb with a small lit sparkling stem attached to it. "He's the real deal." With that the small bomb was shot off into the space between the farm boy and the scythe boy, but by the time it reached that area, the sparkling stem was gone, leaving a large fiery explosion that expanded and filled the gap in between them. "Have fun you two." He said walking out of the tavern where he would head out into the forest. ((Exit: To Onyx Mountain))
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 10:52 am
One starred bluntly as the explosive went on its path and as it neared him he vanished from the area, he had just teleported off, leaveing his spirit essanse behind to do a collection. One floated lazily around his eyes closed as he knew where he was going, he traveled the world so much he didn't really need to look anymore. For a secound on stopped and he rose both off his hands as he floated in the air as a porthole opened and a team of bats started to fly out of it, their were maybe a hundred to two hundred bats, and they took a formation around One as he went in the same direction as the elf, he'd catch up and probably pass by the elf in a short period of time he was thinking so he had no worries as he flew off the pass over the Godslayer mountains, One released his Scythe whitch floated beside him and drew both of his swords his eye peeled for fly debree that could get him when he got where he wanted. He turned his head back the last secound and shoved a telepathic message to Nirro saying "If you want to speak with me, come to gearbolt." With that One The wanderer was gone.
(Exit)
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 8:45 pm
Kelkanis Evisser walked into the tavern. He was a priest,and his large gun was to intimidate everyone from attacking, just in case they wanted to test his holy wrath.
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