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Post by Arcady on Dec 10, 2006 13:08:01 GMT -5
It was crowded. It seemed like everyone from every far stretch of Edarin had gravitated towards the Gryphon's Claw this fine Sunday afternoon. The weather was fair, and while the Wander Inn across the street was doing good enough business, it was a low scale clientele.
Those who weren't looking for a buxom waitress and a pay-for-lay had made their way into the Gryphon's Claw for a lazy afternoon.
(ooc: Players, feel free to post here, in character, to get to know some of the other characters you might want to play with or start an adventure with. This thread can be thought to exist in a parallel universe. It won't affect anything you plan to do with your character in the future. Monies spent on food/beverage do NOT need to be deducted from your current funds, and it doesn't matter if you're nowhere near Meridian as you start the game.)
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Qhai
Novice
Lion-Hearted
Posts: 13
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Post by Qhai on Dec 10, 2006 13:38:06 GMT -5
Sunday afternoon. The arena was closed and Qhai found herself bored with little to do. Last week, she'd gone into the Wander Inn...and was irritated for her troubles. Mistaken for a young boy barely into puberty, she had woman shoving their breasts in her face all day when all she wanted was an ale and something to eat. Eventually, she'd gotten irritated enough that she said 'shove those in my face one more time and I'll cut them off.'
Sufficed to say, she did not want to relive the experience.
So it was that she and Xin--the lion cub who had taken to following her everywhere these past weeks and whose company she'd grown rather used to, pushed open the door and entered the Gryphon's Claw.
Qhai frowned, the scar on that ran down the left side of her face under the eyepatch pulling and pinching into a rather unattractive display. It was crowed. She rather disliked crowded.
Xin yelped and made some irritated commentary about big booted humans almost stepping on him and how 'that centaur won't even see me down here!'
Qhai frowned and lifted the cub telling him to "stop complaining. It makes the ale taste bad to listen to you bitch the entire time."
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Post by Nicolae on Dec 10, 2006 18:00:15 GMT -5
Sunday afternoon. Nicolae was feeling rather lazy, but knew he couldn't afford lazy. He entered the Gryphon's Claw Inn, maybe he could find work here. Nicolae had never worked at an inn before, but how hard could it be?
Granted, Nicolae had never actually worked anywhere before, but he was strong, determined, his skills for survival were considerable and he could handle himself in a fight.
Did any of that qualify him to work at an inn?
He'd need some form of work, as well as to find himself a place to stay, as well as a way to keep Shiba, his horse, well fed. Shiba could be rather ornery if at all hungry.
Hopefully, Nicolae thought sitting at the bar. I can make a home here.
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Raivont
Novice
Delightfully Bitter
Posts: 20
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Post by Raivont on Dec 10, 2006 19:52:01 GMT -5
The ale was not bad here, something that Raivont had decided not long after trying it. He sat at the bar, trying to decide where would be the best place to go. There were many bounties to be collected, but right now was a time for unwinding and relaxation.
Heh.. Yeah right.
It was crowded inside, and he was almost concerned for Iry, the wolf pup he called both pet and friend, but was relieved to see that the cute little thing was laying beneath his stool, out of harm and everyone else's way. With Iry safe, he began to ponder how much noise would be raised here.
Out of necessity, he had shoved wax in his sensitive ears to filter through the crap that reached them. It helped, but nothing was perfect. At least it wasn't frigid in Meridian.. That was always a plus. He'd hidden his pack so that he wouldn't have to carry it and everything in it with him for the entire day, knowing full well that it was safe from harm.
Bare chested, the body tattoo that travelled up his right side was exposed, leading from his waist to just below his right eye. The kilt he wore seemed almost out of place, but when coupled with the claymore he wore on his back and the dagger on his waist, there were few who would mention it.
The Nymandine Elf took another sip of ale, mind once again trailing to the fact that the ale here wasn't that bad..
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Sevian
Novice
The proberbial "gray area"
Posts: 16
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Post by Sevian on Dec 10, 2006 23:51:31 GMT -5
Sevian glanced up at the sign swinging lazily back and forth above the door of the tavern. Brushing a strand of snow-white hair from his eyes with a semi-gloved hand, the boy took a breath and pushed open the heavy wooden door.
Inside was crowded, but unlike most other patrons, he was very much used to this sort of atmosphere. Being in a pub like this reminded him strangely of home. So much so that he wondered for a moment what he was doing on this side of the counter. Careful to avoid the tail of a an animal resting at the foot of a stranger, Sevian sat down in a miraculously unoccupied table closer to the wall. Keeping his head down in hopes of keeping his tattoo hidden, he silently observed the others in this establishment. He was somewhat small for an elf, but he was still young. His ears were properly pointed, his skin dark and his hair light, all in a manner befitting a Nymandine elf...
' If it were not for this stupid mark on my face, nobody would even know,' he thought moodily.
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Post by Eldarion Kildare on Dec 11, 2006 11:52:53 GMT -5
It was warm, sunny. The zhoan elf felt it was borderline muggy as he brushed a stray strand of ebon hair from his dark eyes and reached into one of the pouches of his horse's haffon to give the Apertaine Stallion a quick brush down.
"Try to be nice while I'm inside," he told the horse with an amiable smile, lifting his feathered mane out of the way to brush along the gray hair along the stallion's well-muscled throat.
The one problem with Ardenbau, Eldarion figured, was that the taverns weren't big enough to bring your horse inside with you. Well, that and there weren't enough trees for a good stretch of shade--at least not in a city like this one.
Well, it couldn't be helped. He adjusted the violet haffon more comfortably over Yago's broad back and put the brush away. "No biting, no kicking, and if I find you've behaved yourself, I'll bring you out something good to eat."
Yago snorted as if he was saying 'I promise nothing'. With one final pat to the apertaine's neck, Eldarion turned and headed inside.
No room for a horse indeed. There was hardly room enough for the two-legs about the place. His shoulders tensed a bit at the crowd. He moved to the bar and ordered himself a barley ale before turning his gaze about the tavern. Not an empty table in sight, it seemed. He wondered if perhaps he would find someone nice enough to let him join them. The young man with the eyepatch was out of the question. He looked terribly angry about something, or perhaps terribly angry in general. While he was used to having a moody companion, he had the feeling that one would be less agreeable than even Yago could be at times.
There were two Nymandine nearby--but they both looked rather moody as if they didn't want to be disturbed. He didn't blame them. The tavern was loud and their hearing was far more sensitive than a Zhoan's. A human male was nearby too, but he seemed to be looking for something as well... a table perhaps, like Eldarion was.
And so, that left it between the two Nymandine Elves. Eldarion shifted his weight, lips pulling a bit into a thoughtful frown as he accepted and paid for his ale, thanking the barmistress with a charming smile. Well, the tables were next to one another, he could adress them both simultaneously, and whoever deigned to answer would earn his company then.
He shuffled through the crowd. "Excuse me, gentlemen," he said with an amiable smile. "Not to be a bother, but there don't appear to be any free tables, would either of you mind terribly if I sat with you a while?"
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Sevian
Novice
The proberbial "gray area"
Posts: 16
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Post by Sevian on Dec 11, 2006 21:25:52 GMT -5
Having spent his whole life in an inn, the boy should've expected such a question. Almost automatically resting his head on his hand and thus hiding the mark, he turned to the stranger. A somewhat tall Zhoan it was, regal-looking, though dressed simply. He carried a sword, which was something Sevian hadn't quite gotten used to yet.
"Go ahead." He said, extending his leg to love the unoccupied chair with a scrape against the floorboards. Briefly, he glanced at the other Nymandine sitting just to his left. Something was strange about him, but Sevian didn't bother dwelling on it. Turning to the Zhoan, he tried to look somewhat friendly. It was indeed very clammy in the tavern, but having come from the sands of Iodar, it hardly bothered him.
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Raivont
Novice
Delightfully Bitter
Posts: 20
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Post by Raivont on Dec 11, 2006 22:31:49 GMT -5
Rai looked up at the Zhoan, watching him a moment with rather bitter amethyst eyes before nodding to the seat. It wasn't that he wasn't talkative, just that he wasn't the most fond of Elven company.. He supposed he had Syn to blame for that.
Another sip of his ale as he watched the two newest arrivals, both who seemed to think his table opportune or something to that effect. At any rate, he supposed he could be friendly or try to be civil.. or.. something..
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Post by Eldarion Kildare on Dec 12, 2006 10:05:35 GMT -5
Eldarion smiled that accidentally charming smile he had and shifted his weight, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Ah, well this is awkward," he said, looking between the nymandine at their nearby tables. "I didn't expect you both to actually answer..." He had the courtesy to look a bit embarrased about the fact that now he wasn't sure where he should sit. If he chose one table, the other nymandine, though they both seemed put out by it, might be offended.
"Ah, perhaps all three of us could sit together, and save the other table for someone who might need it?" he offered, feeling the two nymandine were likely to look at him as if he was completely out of his mind.
For Tetra's sake, this was awkward!
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Raivont
Novice
Delightfully Bitter
Posts: 20
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Post by Raivont on Dec 12, 2006 22:17:21 GMT -5
Raivont sighed and nodded his head, setting down his glass to lightly pat Iry on the side, waking the pup and gesturing towards the other table with a gentle whistle. Well, he had to try to get along with people sooner or later, right?
He picked up his glass again as he moved to sit at the other table, Iry following and jumping into his lap as he sat down. The pup was stroked lightly on the head as Raivont took another sip of ale.
"Makes no difference to me where I drink," he said then, looking up at Eldarion.
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Syn
Novice
Devilsbane
Posts: 75
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Post by Syn on Dec 13, 2006 23:07:07 GMT -5
Syn lingered outside, nuzzling Slainte with her cheek as she lightly stroked his jaw. The black stallion returned the contact as best he could, exhaling almost loudly. Normally crimson red eyes were shut as she relaxed, enjoying her horse's company before she kissed his cheek lightly.
"Behave," she said, and the horse whinnied in return. With the softest of smiles- she rarely smiled anymore- she nodded, and then turned, entering the inn with that dangerous air about her that seemed to envelop her the second she walked through the door. She was a beauty, that was not hard to see, especially being a Nymandine, which seemed to add exotic flavor to her appearance.
She'd have been unique if it weren't for two others, one who she guessed was not full-Nymandine, and the other.. She smirked, almost evil amusement entering crimson eyes. Raivont.. She remembered him, she really did. Heh.. This would be fun.
But first.. "Bartender," she said, none too lady-like as she tossed an empty wineskin to rest on the bar. "Fill this for me." Would she pay? Maybe. It depended on her mood when she left.
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Sevian
Novice
The proberbial "gray area"
Posts: 16
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Post by Sevian on Dec 14, 2006 0:35:04 GMT -5
Glancing quickly at the bar behind him, Sevian swallowed nervously. He didn't expect to meet so many Nymandine here. In fact, he rather hoped not to. Being raised among them didn't change the fact that he was an outsider, if only by blood. In fact, they seemed to be all the more wary of him because he looked like them and spoke like them. 'You're not a REAL Nymandine' the children had teased him. 'You're just a monster that's pretending to be one, right?'
But enough of that. With a guarded smile, he turned to the Zhoan. "it's a free land, m'lord. You can sit wherever you like." He said, allowing himself to make an assumption about the man's noble status. Casually, he ran a hand through his hair, attempting to flip it over his cheeks so that the mark may stay hidden 'naturally'.
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Post by Eldarion Kildare on Dec 14, 2006 9:12:00 GMT -5
Eldarion noticed the pup and his eyes lit up a little. Horses were more his thing, but he loved all animals, and baby animals, by their very nature inspired even more affection. Ravoint became considerably less intimidating with the baby wolf in his lap. Definitely. And that made Eldarion relax a bit. Maybe he only looked like he'd bite your head off for saying the wrong thing. It was entirely possible that underneath he was a gentle soul who liked kitties and puppies. Eldarion kept himself from laughing out loud at that particular thought, but then Sevian spoke, and that really DID make him laugh.
"M'lord?" he asked, taking a seat. "No no, nothing like that. I'm just a simple paladin from the Valley, so please, Eldarion is quite sufficient." He didn't understand why people always mistook him for royalty, but he supposed there must be something about him as this wasn't the first time. "Not even a very advanced paladin at that."
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Avati
Novice
Sweet Talker
Posts: 62
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Post by Avati on Dec 15, 2006 3:01:27 GMT -5
She almost kept going, past the crowded tavern, had it not been for the fact that she was walking. And why was she flying?
“Stupid Noir.” Softly the winged woman cursed her elder brothers’ name. It had only just occurred to her, for all of her brothers, ribbing, and jeering… they were all still at home … and she…
“I’m going to pluck damn every feather from that pompous, windbag, laggard, he bloody well won’t be flying, anywhere, for a season… maybe two.” A smile parted the womans’ lips, as visions of bloody feathers danced before her eyes as she gently pushed the door.
Avati stood in the frame for a moment, a small twinge of Claustrophobia at the far less than empty tavern, she adjusted her cloak, more to keep all of her, in a close proximity, almost had her wondering if she should simply punch the heckler across the way and see if the next tavern was a less crowded on this holy day.
“Excuse me.” Soft words spoken as Avanti headed for the end of the bar. The wings and mandolin, were the least of her issues, both as close to her back as her bones could manage, the pack on her shoulder though, would have been burnt to crumbling ruins if she had not a need for it, it was cumbersome with so many near, but she did well, splendid in her mind that she beamed to the barkeep.
“Just how good is the whisky?” After ordering a bottle of whiskey and her tea Avati gaze a careless glance from beneath sooty lashes and moved, a table was open, there she would be out of the way, be able to put down her burdens, and finally, sit.
"Excuse me, please."
Her chair scrapped dully as she pushed it to put her back to the wall, placing her bag gently on the ground, it clunk dully of wrapped glass, and reaching to the strap that cut accross her chest, her mandolin fell to the chair seat with a hallow wooden sound and panic chirps.
"Sorry love, come out for a bit."
The golden Pomira leaned the instrument against the wall as she sat, unclasping her cloak and letting it fall back as a tiny yellow bird emerged from the wooden casket and alited to the tables edge.
She hushed the gentle chirps cupping her hand over the tiny creature before leaning upon her elbow on the table and looking at the tiny being upon her hand. Carefully she traced her fingertip from its small head down its back, and people watched.
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Sevian
Novice
The proberbial "gray area"
Posts: 16
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Post by Sevian on Dec 15, 2006 11:16:10 GMT -5
If he had somewhat lighter skin, the slight blush on his cheeks would have shown at this point, but being that Sevian inherited much from his Nymandine mother, it was sufficient that he simply look down with a shameful sort of look. Even this guy, claiming to be a 'not very advanced' paladin, was likely better at the sword arts than he was. Right now, while his sword was properly in it's sheath at his side, he couldn't see any use for the thing other than an extra weight while traveling.
"A paladin, like myself? Do you serve Tetra?" the boy asked, simply making conversaton.
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