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 Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 11:06 pm
Thing seemed to be peaceful, now days. One might evern say to peaceful, like the calm before a storm. The only news was the gossip and rumers of the bandis that moved in shoddow stilling way anything and every thing they could get, the ones that the king was really covering the fact that a war could brake out any second with the rebels that didn't like the way things were beening ran, or what ever nonsince that was going on in the queen's court.
About the world.
It's a magical world where most people have magic, thouse that don't have no real rights. Cursed to a life as outlaws, but the luck ones can make it look like they have magic.
People of the ralm:
Humans, Elves, Hobbits, furries, Werewolves, Weres of all kids, (excluding snow lepords. There's only one left) (what ever you want I really don't care what you are.)
Technoligy is band for the most part,This includs anything made by the hands of man; form swords to guns.
but there are a few things that slipped under the "radar" so to speak. Bandits and outlaws can and most likey have this kind of things!
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 11:11 pm
Josey stood behind the bar of the tavern, it was a cold rainy day, so things have been slow and did not look like they would be picking up any time soon. She sight and blow her purple bangs out of her face, as she summed a rag to clean the bar yet again. It was a waste of time, but it was the only thing that she had not done in the past hour already. The tavern had not been this spotless since the last slow day. She looked out the window hoping that some one might come in but with no luck she turned back to her mindless bussy work.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 8:39 pm
 Myst, tired from a long night of hunting and travelling, walked into the tavern, hungry and in desperate need of sleep. Sitting down at the counter, she said, "Ale and some stew. Bread and cheese on the side. I also want to rent a room for the night. Have a hot bath in my room as well." To make sure the barkeep knew she was serious, she threw a sack of gold coins on the counter.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 10:01 pm
 Valgor Falconhand walks down the street causeing the stares of many of the townsfolk as he walks to the local law office in town. He places a bag in the hand of the the local law and when they open it up they immediately drop it on the ground walk away. They toss him a bag of gold and he ties it to his belt. He walks his way to the tavern and places the bag of coins on the counter and says in common tounge mixed with an elvish accent. "Do you have a room available. I need a place to sleep before my next outing. Also I will have your strongest wisky and some Pork ribs." With that he pays the tavern keep and walks off to a corner table off in a dark corner of the room. There he leans his sword up against the wall next to him and waits for his meal. The shadows cover the top portion of his face, but nothing else. He Stares ou the window with a wry grin on his face.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 11:49 pm
Smileing a nice, but tired smile, Josey sets her rag a side and quickly see the the fist custerm she's had all nights orders. She sets a mug of the finst Ale and a nice bowl of hot stew, with a freshl half loaf of bread and chunk of cheese on a plate in frount of Myst. "You can have room 10, it is the first door to the left just up others stairs. Head on up when your done I will see to it that the chambermaids have a nice hot bath waiting for you."
When she was done ording the maid to get the room ready for the guest she spotted another travaler inter the Tavern. She smiled at him the made her way over to see what she could help him with she took note of his elvish accent, but still went on as if she didn't notic the accebt at all. "Yes, I can set you up in room 12 for the night, that's the second door to the left when you get up stairs. And I'll be right back with your food." SHe watched him as he made his way to the darkest connor of the room. Josey pored him a nice size shut of the strongest wisky, it being the strongest that one could buy, and Pork ribs fress form the fire and took them over to him. "Here you go." Sitting the food on the table infront of him she made her way back to the bar where is once again picked up her rag and went to cleaning, the hole time keeping an eye on both of the tavalers form time to time.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 8:33 am
Myst looked over at the other traveller. Oh great, she thought, a bounty hunter. Only thing good about this one is his looks, damn nice. But he's off limits.
Myst lets her mind wander briefly to the day her parents were killed in crossfire between two bounty hunters. She never trusted one since. Suddenly losing interest in eating down in the bar, she waved over the girl.
"Can I please have this sent up to my room? The company here just got too much for me to stomach. I'll take my meal upstairs." Without another word, she left and went to room 10.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 2:47 pm
Valgor heard the words between the two ladies and grinned wrylly at the comment. He continued to drink his Wisky and ate his ribs. When he was finished Valgor walked over to the window that was facing the law office. He almost seemed to be waiting for something or someone. Noticeing the tavern keeper stareing at him he smiled a bit the went upstairs to his room.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 3:06 pm
Crag Valconin with his gunsword at his side stroles in non-shillantly and peers around the room. He finds the tavern fairly empty, All except for the Tavern keep. He walks up to the keeper and wispers to her while placeing a few gold pieces on the table. Has a fellow by the name of Valgor made his way into your tavern....It is imortant that I find him. He stares at the barkeep waiting for her reply....
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 3:12 pm
Valgor walks out from behind the pillar at the top of the stairs and rasies his sword to the air in a salute. "It has been a long time old friend" Valgor walks back down the steps and greets Crag with a handshake. they walk over to the dark corner of the roomand begin speaking in hushed tones. The tavern keep can make out some of what they say she is shocked at what she is able to find out. She finds out that bandits have gathered far outside of town and that there could possibly be another attack on the town.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 4:51 pm
 Cass walked into the tavern and looked at her surroundings. Two men, looked like hunters, were over by the bar and the girl behind the bar seemed to be enjoying watching them. Tired from the day's travel, she walked up and ordered a bowl of hot soup and bread. Hunters. Cass shook her head. She was a hunter herself, but was always shunned by the male hunters because she was female. They did not believe she could handle the tough jobs. What most didn't know was she was a shapeshifter. She had the ability to transform into any animal. She prefered strong ones, like grizzlies, tigers, panthers, and lions. Hunting was more than a job. It was a sport, a way to relax. When she didn't feel like shapeshifting she would make good use of the sword attached to her belt or the Semi-automatic in her other belt. Looking at the bartender, she said, "Can I have the food sent up to my room? I don't need a bath tonight, Just had one earlier."
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 7:30 pm
Valgor notices that the young lady that had just walked in looked familliar to him, as if maybe he had heard stories of her, but other than that he knew nothing about her. noticeing that she was heading up to a room Valgor walks over to her. "Have we met before Huntress, you are familiar to me, but my memory is only shady of the details. could you be the famed female huntress that only the elite have knowlege of? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Valgor, Mercinary and Hunter of the North. Valgor takes notice of the sword as he talks to her trying to gather any information about her. looking over his shoulder he notices that his friend is over at the tavern bar Sweet talkinig the Tavern keeper. Valgor grins to himself. He continues to listen to the huntress
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 7:49 pm
Crag walks over to the bar...."So why is it you do this kind of work, why not go out adventureing. Haven't you ever woundered what all awaits outside the unknown. Haven't you ever wanted to see new lands, new people, meet new and mystical beast. wink .
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 7:57 pm
Myst watched the scene below her with a small note of disgust. Damn hunters. Flirting shamelessly with women. Probably didn't have an honest bone in their bodies. With a quiet snort of disgust, she closed the door quietly and removed her clothing to enjoy her hot bath. She stepped gingerly into the steamy water and sank slowly into it's depths, letting the warmth relax her. Rose petals had been added to her bath water to give it a more feminine touch. She sighed a happy sigh and leaned back and closed her eyes.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 7:58 pm
 Torril Shadowbane, walks through the door of the tavern whoch seems to be surrounded by hunters. Something is up and Torrils Animalistic senses begin running into overdrive. He walks over to a corner table where no one is sitting, but his presence has caught the eye of the other hunters. There is an erie silence to the tavern in his presence. No one has ever seen or heard of him. And that is the way torril likes it. He raises his hand up showing that he did not want anything, but a place to sit for a while. He keeps the hood of his cloak up hideing most of his face includeing his eyes. His presence sends chills down everyone's spines.
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