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 Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 8:20 am
The largest tavern in the city, the Web of Dreams is run by the vampire siblings Anastasia and Nikolai Taserov. Closed during the day, (at least, until a bartender is found for the daylight hours) the tavern is often crowded at night by the living and the undead alike.
There is an extremely large selection of drinks; it is rare for them not to have something.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 8:39 am
Nikolai turned his gaze forward as he watched various customers. After nearly three hundred years, he had finally gotten used to living with humans again, through the insistance of Natsya.
However, that didn't stop him from worrying about his younger sister. Though she was kind hearted and hated hurting anyone. Her difficulty to control her hunger had gotten her into much trouble. Of course, he understood. Even when they had been human, she had trouble resisting her impulses and urges, while Nikolai was always calm and collected.
Shaking his head and uttering a short sigh, the vampire turned his attention to the customers, not allowing his mind to linger on his worries.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 6:00 pm
After a few battles in the Battledome, I decided to come to Necropolis for a bit of down time. I got a lot of sideways glances from the various creatures of the night that resided here. A large android wasn't something they were used to seeing. I needed a drink and I searched the dark streets for a good place to go. Then, a tavern called the Web of Dreams caught my eye. I decided to try it out and I walked inside. Upon entering I saw a host of undead customers . Some of them eyed for a second as I made my way to the bar and sat down on a stool at the bar.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 12:16 am
A cold wind blows as the door opens. At first glance the woman walking into the tavern has no place in this city. A second glance spots the bending of the air, the mild distortion of something beyond the physical. Arcturus slides on to a stool at the bar, one eye always watching. A crow wings through a window no one left open, and lands on her shoulder. Her eyes relax, and the crow begins its vigil. Arcturus looks from side to side, and over at bartender. "What do you have that could chill the blood of a mortal?"
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