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 Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 5:50 pm
Imma try to liven up this place. Lowtown is the slums of the ancient city of Talosin in Sachryan. The streets are labyrinths and there are little shops, pubs, houses, and anything you could dream up buried in it's depths.
There are no city guards here and the law is nonexistent. This is the refuge for monsters, criminals, and madmen.
There are no official city gates in the towering city wall closes to Lowtown, there is only one gate into Talosin, and that is Uptown, where the rich folk live.
Uptown is heavily guarded with huge metal gates that separate it from Lowtown. It's almost impossible for anything from Lowtown to get through because the guards on those gates are the most seasoned haggard soldiers the city has. They've see it all. (Aherm, in other words, don't go there if you can avoid it. I don't want to have to draw up a map of that place because it would kind of defeat the open-endedness of this RP/)
This place is unstructured and unmapped. You can make it up as you go, make up shops, make up alleys and people. Whatever you like, just keep it in the city walls.
There are a few places that stay the same in Lowtown . . .
The Inn of Three Stone:
a smoky tavern
barmaid's name is Margret (I'll put up a RP intro post for her, but anyone can control her)
there are three portraits on the wall next to the fire place: one of a red haired girl, the Hero of Sachryan, and one of King Alben. There is a third portrait in a dark corner, but it's been smeared and torn so that only a single bright green eye stares from the canvas.
Ol' Witch Hazle's place:
Witch Hazle is the Lowtown's doctor. She doesn't care what you are, she can patch you up with a nasty tasting potion and a fierce glare.
(I'll add some more if I come across them.)
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 5:54 pm
People: Just post this and you can get to RP'ing! mrgreen [b]Name:[/b]
[b]Sex:[/b]
[b]What are they?:[/b](human, vamp, monster, elf, whatever)
[b]Personality: [/b](if you want)
[b]Appearance:[/b] (brief description or picture)
I'll put it up here when you post it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 5:56 pm
Reserved for . . . something.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 6:21 pm
-psychoslaphead-Name: Count Lycaon of the Hunt Sex: male What are they?: half-breed werewolf, he's kind of a mutt Personality: Lycaon was an "evil count" so feel free to address him as "Count". He's pretty easy to get along with. He's a little spastic and slightly schizophrenic. Appearance: He wears a thin gray suit. He's a skinny guy, with gray hair that hangs over his nose. He also wears a puffy black neck tie with a tarnished silver tie pin. He doesn't wear shoes and he usually has a tail sticking out of his pants. His eyes look like this:  Only his left eye has the scar under it. -Yo It Shad-Name: Arashi is my alias, that's what you will address me as. Sex: Male and don't check. What are they?: Must you know? Your empty skulls seem to bother and intrigue me. Either way, I am an elf. Personality: Find out yourself. Appearance:[x]
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2007 6:28 pm
Lycaon stepped off the street and into the Three Stone Inn. It was empty at this hour, but still mysteriously smoky. "Margret, I think there's something wrong with your chimney," he remarked as the barmaid bustled up to him. She plunked down a glass before him. "Get summin or get out ye free-loafin' nobility."
"I've told you, I'm not noble. I'm just brainwashed." He looked at the glass thoughtfully. "Get that spider out of it and I'll have a pint of rum."
She turned the spider loose on the counter and filled the glass with red rum.
"Thanks, doll." He took a long swig.
"I ain't yer doll."
"No, you're rude." He took his mug and went over to sit near the ruined portrait of some long gone hero of Sachryan. It was a good day today, Margret was being civil.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 7:51 pm
Can I join? I'm not yet in this guild though... sweatdrop
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 8:15 pm
Sure. I'm not doing much here by myself. ^^
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 12:42 am
Name: Arashi is my alias, that's what you will address me as. Sex: Male and don't check. What are they?: Must you know? Your empty skulls seem to bother and intrigue me. Either way, I am an elf. Personality: Find out yourself. Appearance: [x]{Feeling lonely? XD}
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 11:28 pm
((Ooh, yes. Post whenever you like. X3))
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 9:19 pm
Arashi walked into the Three Stone Inn. The inn with a bar with all the crazy rumours and information you'll ever need. But most importantly, a bar. There was only one person else in the room, interesting that there weren't anyone aside from the man. An old man it seemed from the back view. "What hour is it for there to be only one customer, Magret? Especially an old geezer like this one?" He asked as he walked up to the bar, not looking at the man next to him. There are only a few people he could talk and act nicely too. People who work at bars, people who own bars, people who possess alchohol of any sort, witches, doctors, and witch doctors. Everyone else was scum, unless he's drank enough that night.
Then anyone is his friend.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 2:17 pm
"Hey!" Lycaon whirled on his stool to face the newcomer. He growled a little. "I'm only . . . well, I don't know. But I know I'm not old enough to be anywhere near a geezer." He grinned, showing all his fangs. "I haven't seen you around, but you've obviously been here before to know the lovely and talented Margret." A filthy rag slapped into the side of his head. He put it back on the bar.
He hopped up and bowed deeply. "I make a point of knowing all the regulars. I'm Count Lycaon, pleased to meet you." He sat back down and brushed his hair out of his face, turning back to his drink.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 8:09 pm
Arashi turned his head to the so called Count. His face showed serious doubt about the grey haired man. "Magret, do you believe that lying to yourself is healthy?" He continued to stare at the grey man. There was no way for someone with that hair color to not be old. Sure he had white hair, but he'll either lie or admit he's old himself.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 6:54 pm
Even though the Count was a pretty laid back guy, this newcomer was getting on his nerves. "You know, age in years doesn't equal age in experience. How old my body looks has nothing to do with how old I am." He took a drink from his glass. "Gray hair can also be caused by stress. So. Shut your face. Living with a vampire in your house for a thousand year's'll do that to a wolf."
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 7:40 pm
"Yeah and white hair is caused by insanity. Don't give me your health s**t especially when you're drinking and I haven't gotten anything myself." He snapped back not caring for excuses or much of anything. This man was over one thousand years old, how can that not make him old?
Arashi turned back to the barmaid. "A drink to make me forget what this guy's face looks like?" His tone lost it's sharpness already with the movement of his head. If anyone didn't know any better he was either kissing up or bi-polar.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 5:45 pm
Somewhere in the back of his brain, Lycaon was betting the latter, but the front of his brain was mostly occupied by an itching desire to wrap his hand around this new guy's throat.
"If you're going to insult me," he managed to snarl. "At least introduce yourself properly. Throw in something cutting if you like." His dark nails dug deep into the wood of the bar.
Margret filled his drink and sloshed it at him. "If ye two brek annathin in mah bar, Imma kill ye both," she stated and went back to washing.
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