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Post by EndlessNyte on Jul 28, 2008 17:01:36 GMT -5
Genith was awed by the size of the wooden gates. Elven cities were known to be fortified, but few were as drastic as 40 foot gates. Having been walking all day, he would have been glad to be at any sort of outpost at all. Trel had once been a bustling trade stop, being on the border near the Dwarven domain. However, the recent halt of activity with the foreign lands had hit it hard. Now it was a shadow of that glory, once rich merchants being forced to succumb to the enticements of the criminal world. It had a bleak future.
As he was treading amongst the abnormally uncrowded streets, Genith paused and looked to the sky urgently. Night was coming; he needed to find a place to sleep. After wandering through the maze of fading pawn shops and rotting stores, he encountered the Dragon's Smoke Inn. Indeed, smoke would be an accurate description, as its bar area was full of people going through hard times. He made a reservation at the front desk, then headed over to the counter and ordered a pint. Best to blend in, he assumed.
OOC How's that work? I tried to give as much background information as possible while still hurrying (it doesn't need to get involved until our chars are at least in one spot), but it's still a bit long. Guess that's just how I write.
BTW, i'm not even sure who that "one knight" is, i just thought is sounded cool. we'll find out, i guess.
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 28, 2008 17:58:25 GMT -5
Guinnie had seen many elven inns since she had been lost in her raid, but she liked Dragon's Smoke Inn best. For one thing, no one asked any funny questions. That was the upside of a more low key inn. Some of the fancier ones were riddled with people who were itching to ask you about your past. People in Drangon's Smoke conveniently didn't care. For another, there lacked the rats many of the other less expensive inns seemed to have in large supply. It was no wonder that Guinnie's travels had, once again, brought her to Trel.
The bar tender had already given Guinnie her usual drink, and she sipped it as she waited for the person she was supposed to be meeting. There was a warrior in the area who was fighting against the dark elves. She had asked him to meet her here tonight. If nothing else, she could tell him somthing of dark magic. She had plenty of it, and knew how to use it.
A young man Guinnie had never seen sat down at the bar and ordered a pint. She became almost excited. What if that was him? She knew he would never recognize her. They'd never met face-to-face before. They had only talked through the post. "Excuse me," Guinnie said politely, scooting her seat closer to his. "Are you a warrior for the army against the Dark elves?"
OOC: Apparently I'm long-winded too.....
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 28, 2008 18:03:36 GMT -5
(ooc: Why is it that all these odd fantasy RP's i'm in always start in a bar or end up in a bar at some point. Killer, doesn't this remind you of Dominic's thread?)
Ari shuffled into the Dragon's Smoke Inn, she needed a drink, badly. She made her way through the dim crowd of people to the counter. "Bartender." She sat down on one of the extremely used stools. The Bartender came over, looked her up and down and said, "Aren't you a little young to be in here missy?" He chuckled. She glared at him from under the brim of her tattered hat. "Just get me a pint of something strong." She hissed. The Bartender raised an eyebrow and set to work mixing her a drink. Ari shoved a loose strand of her fiery hair behind her ear and leaned tiredly on the counter, holding her head in her hands.
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Post by EndlessNyte on Jul 28, 2008 18:09:42 GMT -5
well, bars are the easiest explanations for a bunch of random people meeting each other. got a better scenario? thats what I thought.
Genith looked up at the enigma by his side. One downside of low-end bars: the creeps who hang out in them. This one was a bit... strange. Even without much of an Aura, Genith could sense some sort of evil. It could be coming from any nearby stranger, but it still made him uneasy, even if it could be nothing. It definitely wouldn't affect his already negative reaction at all, though.
"... sorry, you must be mistaking me for someone else. I'm no warrior..." he trailed off. That wasn't going to be enough to end the conversation, however, and he'd rather keep to himself. "... I've got to go..." He stood up and started towards the stairs. It was late, he might as well go lie down. He passed a red headed Elf on the way. Did he know her? No, he must be mistaken...
ooh, sorry. i totally shot you down. that goes to show, you don't hold all the cards. of course, its not unlikely that something will happen later. and, i totally set sun up. i'm just trying to get my guy to meet everyone without REALLY getting to know them.
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 28, 2008 18:35:49 GMT -5
Edward trudged along the deserted road towards Trel, his face covered with cloth to keep out the dust. With every step he took, the weight of the sword hanging from his belt seemed to grow heavier. His mouth complained of lack of water, making his feet move quicker although they were tired. Occasionally, the man would glance at the sky and grimace at the clouds rolling in. It looked like it was going to be a stormy night. The town already looked dead and haunted, and thunder would just make it more miserable.
There was a small, glowing lantern hanging in front of a rickety door. Edward hurried towards it in surprise. He'd thought the town was abandoned, for a while. But the sign on the door declaring "Dragon's Smoke Inn", and the clinking sounds of silverware coming from inside told him otherwise. With a sigh of relief, Edward tugged the cloth away from his face and opened the door.
(ooc: ...um... I'll end the intro there, I guess. Although I could write more if I wanted. But that'd take too long.)
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Post by Sunny Meadows on Jul 28, 2008 18:48:21 GMT -5
Ari glanced up at the mention of the Dark Elves. "What do you want with THEM?" she asked the girl. "They are nothing but a bunch of heathens who will suck all the good out of this world." Ari's word's slurred. She cursed herself for chugging that rum down on her traveling to Trel. The Bartender set a mug full of brown liquid in front of her and she took a swig, smacking her lips as she swallowed. "You shouldn't talk about them in a public area such as this, you might get yourself into more trouble then it's worth." She grumbled.
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 28, 2008 19:45:22 GMT -5
Guinnie looked the odd redhead up and down. She was drunk, really drunk. Guinnie didn't like it when strangers talked to her, and she especially didn't like talking to anyone drunk. "I know more about them than you could ever guess, sweetie," Guinnie said, pulling the hood of her cloak over her dark chesnut hair. "I know not to go getting messed up with them, and I know how to avoid them." Guinnie turned away from the redhead, hoping she wouldn't ask any more questions. As she turned, Guinnie saw the door open and a man with a sword walked in. Her heart sped up. This could be the warrior she'd been waiting for!
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 28, 2008 20:38:45 GMT -5
Edward shut the door behind him and glanced around the inn's small pub. There were about seven elves spread about, mostly keeping to themselves. Except for two, who seemed to have been agruing. The one with dark hair turned to look at him. He groaned internally. Everywhere he went, he was stared at. At first, he'd always thought it was because of his size (muscles didn't seem all that common amongst the elves), but came to realize it was simply because he was human.
Edward hung his tattered brown cloak on the rack next to the door and walked to the front desk. He could feel a few stares boaring into his back as he made a reservation. Turning around, a couple elves hastily shifted their eyes back to their drinks. He grunted and made his way to the counter, glad for something to quench his thirst.
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 28, 2008 20:46:24 GMT -5
Guinnie watched intently as the man made his room reservation. Excitment grew in her as she wished and wished he might be the warrior she was meeting. Now that she really looked at him, he was huge and muscular, and he had a sword. He sat at the counter, and Guinnie couldn't help but stare in intense excitement. "Excuse me," she said to the man, trying to sound kind and tough at the same time. Not to mention, Guinnie always had to be careful not to give away her Dark elf heritage. "Are you the warrior I'm supposed to meet about fighting the Dark elves?" Her muscle quivered in anticipation as she waited for him to reply.
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 28, 2008 21:08:19 GMT -5
"Excuse me," Edward heard a voice say. He turned in his seat and saw the elf who'd been staring at him earlier. He frowned, preparing himself to face the usual inquiries and comments. "What is a human doing here?" "Nice sword. Thinking of causing trouble, are you?" and the like. However, what she asked surprised him. "Are you the warrior I'm supposed to meet about fighting the Dark elves?" Edward rose an eyebrow. That one's new.
"I wish," he said gruffly, with a hint of humor in his voice. "No, I'm sorry. You've got the wrong warrior." The bar tender, at that point, arrived, and Edward simply ordered water. He didn't trust himself drunk, and only water would be able to satisfy his body.
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Post by EndlessNyte on Jul 28, 2008 21:16:05 GMT -5
Genith was still upstairs. At his window, he gazed across the ravaged city. As darkness fell upon the already shadowed streets, he couldn't help but remember his father's dedication to renewing relations between the three kingdoms. But that was in the past... his father had no more ability to affect the shrewd future than he had had while still alive. Putting his hand in his pocket, he pulled out the silver pendant that was his father's final memory. Once again he wished he had never left, had been destroyed with the rest of his family.
He looked out the window again instinctively. Something was wrong. Scanning the hills along the horizon vainly, the elf hoped he was just tired. Moving his hand through his long, dark hair, he realized that he had no time to waste. This city was, of course, an obvious target for the Dark Elves; while there was little left to destroy, there were many who would be willing to join. He flung the door open and ran for the stairs. He wanted so badly to attempt to save others on his way out, but knew that the more commotion he made the less chance of his own survival. They were already within the city's walls as he reached the bottom of the stairs...
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 28, 2008 21:18:58 GMT -5
Guinnie's hopes fell, and far. It was almost like she had dropped her mother's favorite glass vase and now, it was shattered all over the floor. "Oh," she said, her disappointment affecting her tone. Annoyed, she plunked her chin into her hand, her elbow on the table and sighed loudly. It was getting late. Maybe the warrior wasn't coming at all. Maybe she should go to bed and get some rest. She was setting out tomorrow for Ravenspyre. That was a two day journey at best.
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Post by illogicalillusions on Jul 28, 2008 22:14:10 GMT -5
Edward frowned again, seeing that the elf was disappointed. He couldn't blame her. The idea of joining up with someone to fight for the greater good appealed to him. He had once been in the military ranks of his homeland...before he'd been exiled. Edward laughed internally. He was a little young to be an ex-warrior. But that's exactly what he was.
He opened his mouth to ask the girl who this warrior was that she was waiting for, but was interupted by the sudden entry of an elf from upstairs. There was an extremely anxious look on his face. Again, Edward opened his mouth to speak, before he heard the sounds of horses approaching at a rapid speed...
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Post by Cassandra Blackwing on Jul 28, 2008 22:20:18 GMT -5
Guinnie felt them before she heard or saw them. They radiated the dark magic like nothing she could remember since she had been lost. She gasped loudly, knowing they would be tracking her magic. Why had she had to have so much of it? This was probably the first time she had ever regretted having the magic of four elves. They probably felt her magic miles from the city. She jumped to her feet, making sure she was in a good position to fire off her spells if the need arose. She would avoid it, if possible. All she knew was dark magic, and she didn't want everyone to know she had attracted the Dark elves.
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Post by EndlessNyte on Jul 28, 2008 22:23:47 GMT -5
ooh, someone's powerplaying their character a little. oh well, if i wanted real experienced roleplayers i probably wouldn't look on a board where everyone's obsessed with twilight. actually, it could be that the whole world...
any way, try to tone it down a bit. Genith started across the lobby. The manager looked up at him. "Oh, um, you can cancel my reservation, I'm taking an unexpected leave..." Genith muttered awkwardly. It was more of a joke than anything. In ten, twenty minutes the building wouldn't even exist, being cast into a void between existence... Nearing the exit, he felt it again. There was a dark presence inside that very room, a strong one. He wondered why the other elves did not notice such a nearby threat, whoever it was. Sure, most did not benefit from Genith's ability to sense it, but how drunk were they? The part that really gave him a fright was upon leaving the inn. That presence was still close... without looking back, he dodged suddenly into an alley and tore off towards the north exit, hoping to lost whatever Cultist was following him before it warned the main force of his escaping figure. Just a note, that last part is a bit in the future for whoever posts next as for them Nith will be barely clear of the receptionist.
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