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| LanceDragoon | Sat Mar 12, 2005 9:45 pm Post #1 |
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After wandering around Imythess, a place he hadn't been to for a number of months at the least, for a while, a black-cloaked figure wandered silently into the now-freezing town which currently appeared in the middle of a blizzard. Not really caring about people's reactions, at least any more, Lance wandered into the nearest tavern, his cloak blowing around in the wind and snow but with him making sure that it didn't come off, for his own reasons. Once inside the somewhat familiar tavern, he took a seat around the end of the bar and ordering a white wine from the bartender, ignoring the fact that people seemed to stop and stare for a few moments before apparently returning to their business after he walked inside. Slipping his face mask down that hid most of his face below his somewhat red-tinted eyes, he took a sip of his drink, looking around a bit to see if there was anything of interest here, rather bored at the moment. |
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| Thomas | Mon Mar 14, 2005 8:46 pm Post #2 |
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"Hmm...Song of Elves..." Thomas repeated to himself outside the tavern doors, staring up at the wooden signpost for some time as he wondered as to why it was called such a name. "I wonder if there are any elves in here...?" With this wandering thought he entered the tavern and many of the gazes came to meet his own as he glanced around, silence seeming to surround the azure-clad figure that had stepped into their territory. Thomas, annoyed with the gazes, snapped his wooden staff against the floor and as soon as he did the plethora of gazes diverted back to their own businesses. -Good thing they don't know I have to speak to cast spells now.- Thomas considered as an afterthought as he walked to one of the empty tables. He wanted no drink, personally, but he felt that he should have something. Signalling over he called someone to the table, asking for eight glasses. The assistant wondered why he wanted only four glasses but he did not question the man's request and left to retrieve the glasses. He soon returned, finding Thomas with his eyes closed. The assistant set the glasses down but as soon as he did Thomas opened his eyes and the assistant leaped up in shock as he realised, soon steadying himself and catching the glass that almost fell on the floor. Thomas smirked as the assistant set the last glass and rushed off. -People can be so humourous.- Thomas thought to himself as he placed a finger on each of the glasses and whispered "Create Water!" a flush of water spanning out of the fingertips, filling each of the glasses to the brim. Smiling, Thomas grabbed the first and proceeded to drink. |
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| LanceDragoon | Mon Mar 14, 2005 9:03 pm Post #3 |
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Lance glanced over to the entrance when someone new came in, seeming to get about the same silence and glances as him, though he wasn't entirely sure why...he didn't seem that...abnormal, or whatever the word would be. Shrugging to himself and looking away, basically ignoring the man slamming his staff down on the floor, which seemed to get people's attention away from him out of fear for some reason that he couldn't really understand. After a little bit, and when Lance had finished his drink, he noticed something else happening over by the man, a waiter getting rather scared of him for some reason or other apparently. Humans...he could rarely really understand them, and they seemed at least to him to be rather foolish a fair amount of the time. Not really feeling like minding it at the moment, he ordered another white wine, grabbing some drunkard that had wandered up to him, seemingly on a dare to take his cloak off, and tossed him seemingly lightly away, though even so the man fell into a table a few feet away, although not breaking it. Grumbling slightly to himself given that this seemed to cause a slight commotion from some of the drunkard's friends, he got up from his seat and wandered out of the tavern at least for now, not feeling like getting tied up in any fights or anything at the moment. |
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| Mosvani | Tue Mar 15, 2005 12:11 am Post #4 |
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Mosvani walked into the tavern from the blizzard, flexing his wings when he got inside to get some of the snow off of them. Dressed in dark wool clothing to keep the cold out, he smirked as he walked in. The humans were always the same, always staring at anyone differnt. Shrugging of the stares he received from a few of the residents, he made his way to a empty spot on the bar. He sat next to a human, with pale peachy skin and dressed in azure clothing. He motioned for the the assistant and ordered a glass of water. Mosvani did not indulge in alchohal, detesting the lack of control cuased by the drink. Looking around again, he noticed that the man beside him was getting as many glances followed by whispers as he was. Intrigued by it, he looked at the man beside him again. He had dark hair, and pale skin. He had the look of a mage, and one who had seen his fair share of battles as well. Smiling, Mosvani descided to get to know the stranger. "Greetings, my name is Streea. What brings you here this night?" Waiting for the reply, he took a sip of his water. |
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| Thomas | Tue Mar 15, 2005 11:08 am Post #5 |
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The sudden distraction of the drunkard being tossed caused Thomas to look up from the water to the direction of the crashing sound. As the commotion was being created nearby, he noticed someone, who seemed to pay little attention to him earlier, wandering off from the drunkards and heading outside. Thomas watched him as he left and turned to find the drunkards in pursuit. SMirking to himself, he extended his staff secretly outwards and tripped the foremost drunkard to the floor to the disbelief of his friends and the amusement of the tavern. Even Thomas, who was not in that good a mood, found some delight in the action. It then looked as if the drunkard would start attacking the mage but then another figure appeared from outside bearing wings and he decided that something could happen from him. Walking off from him in silence, the drunkard reoccupied their table as the winged creature stepped to the other side of Thomas, calling for water. He blinked at this, curious as to why he would ask for water when there are glasses of it nearby. He simply shrugged at the thought as the being spoke to him, asking what he was doing here. Looking up at the creature he could tell that his guise was similar to one of the demons so he felt a little hesitant before speaking to the form. "What brings me here...?" Thomas replies to the figure that declared itself as Streea. "What brings me here is the fact that I am tired from wandering around this place and I needed some place to stay for a while. I am welcome for the presence of the tavern so that I may drink healthily and perhaps have something to eat while I am here." He looked up to the half-fiend for a moment before adding "It's not too good to eat meat all the time." before turning back to his own water and sipping from the glass, returning to his silence. |
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| Mosvani | Tue Mar 15, 2005 6:18 pm Post #6 |
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He looked at the man, seeing the hesitance in his face before he spoke. The hesitance irked him a little bit, as it always did when presented with people made uncomfortable by his his ancestry. Sometimes it could be used as a tool, but at times like these, it was an annoyance and one he had faced all his life. "What brings me here...?" The man replied. "What brings me here is the fact that I am tired from wandering around this place and I needed some place to stay for a while. I am welcome for the presence of the tavern so that I may drink healthily and perhaps have something to eat while I am here." He looked up to at me then for a moment before adding. "It's not too good to eat meat all the time." before turning back to his own water and sipping from the glass, returning to his silence. I looked at the man for a moment, taking a moment to assimilate what he said. Then I laughed, finding great humor in it. He couldn't say why he did, but it did. Still chuckling somewhat, I answered. "No, I suppose it's not healthy to eat it all the time. It does have a fine taste tho." Grinning at the man, he took a sip of his water again before asking for his name. "Might I have your name, stranger?" |
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| LanceDragoon | Tue Mar 15, 2005 11:12 pm Post #7 |
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Lance glanced over as he noticed someone else enter the tavern about as he was leaving, someone that appeared not too differently from his current form, although this man's form seemed real...his was mostly false, a change in appearance that he'd adopted about 21 years ago, after being kicked out of the underworld for turning even slightly from the demon's normal path of darkness. Looking inside after a few moments of standing outside in the blizzard, leaning back against the outside wall of the tavern, he wandered back in, figuring the whole situation would've passed by now, and took his seat back, picking up the table the man had been tossed by him into earlier simply for lack of anything better to do. Not really paying much attention to the conversation the half-fiend and the man from before, seemingly a spellcaster of some sort given the spell from earlier, were having, he lowered his hood and face mask, revealing what appeared to be the head of a human boy of around nineteen, with black, slightly red-tinted eyes, and black hair that was held up somewhat by a headband. Sensing rather easily that the situation from before apparently hadn't passed from those drunkards' minds as they wandered back over to him, he turned back slightly, giving them a rather fierce glance as his eyes glowed red for a moment, causing them to back off and soon after run away, at which point he grumbled to himself, having originally come here to get a bit of relaxation, and ordered another white wine. |
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| Thomas | Wed Mar 16, 2005 10:24 am Post #8 |
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Thomas glanced up again at the figure before him as he responded to the comment about the meat. "It may taste good, but after so long it becomes too original and bland to be bothered with. It's not what I would like to occur, if I had my way." Sipping once more he allowed the figure to ask about his name. "Well seeing as how you mentioned your name, Streea, I guess it is only fair that you know I am called Thomas." Another sip from the glass occured before he added: "And to me, I'm a stranger to this land." He did not have much time to explain his words as he spotted several drunken figures running past him, crashing outside the door. Perking a brow with mild amusement he glanced over to find out what had occured and found the figure occupying the seat again, just catching the red glow in his eyes. -I wonder what he is...- Thomas found himself asking. He decided to leave it soon enough, however, and finishing off the first glass of water, he grasped another and looked back to the half-fiend before him. "Now all I need is something to eat." Thomas commented blankly - not specifically talking to anyone. "I would order something, but I'm not sure what rate hiking these guys do here and how safe the food is - I'm not keen on tasting poisoned food any time soon." The comment rolled off his tounge with little consideration and he returned to his drink, passing the odd glance to the red-eyed figure in the distance during short sips. |
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| Mosvani | Thu Mar 17, 2005 4:36 am Post #9 |
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The man responded to his question."Well seeing as how you mentioned your name, Streea, I guess it is only fair that you know I am called Thomas."Thomas took another sip from his glass, then added "And to me, I'm a stranger to this land." Mosvani was about to respond when he saw some drunks run past them and out the door into the blizzard outside. Intrigued, he glanced to the direction they had come from and saw a man sitting down, having placed an order. The man looked young, with black eyes tinted red and black hair.. The red reminded him of how his own eyes looked when he became angry, and this intrigued him more. He had met very few fiends or half-fiends, and all of those had been the evil type. The man gave no other sign of being a fiend however, which puzzled him. He was distracted from his thoughts when Thomas spoke again. "Now all I need is something to eat. I would order something, but I'm not sure what rate hiking these guys do here and how safe the food is - I'm not keen on tasting poisoned food any time soon." He wasn't sure if Thomas's mistrust was being caused by a general distrust or if he simply was uncomfortable around a half-fiend, but it was amusing him. With a hint of amusement in his voice, he responded. "Perhaps you are right, and it is poisoned. However, I find you are more likely to be killed by the company you keep, rather then the food you eat in these places. Unless you mean your sense of taste, which very well could be murdered brutally at a place like this." Letting his curiosity get the better of him, he left the bar then and walked to the man's table with the red tinted eyes. Picking up a overturned chair nearby, he sat down and greeted the man. "Hello, my name is Streea. What brings you here tonight?" He hoped he could find out more about the man, wondering if he too was a fiend or half fiend. |
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| Thomas | Fri Mar 18, 2005 1:34 pm Post #10 |
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Thomas smirked at the half-fiend as he commented about the remark on poisoned food. He idly nodded in response, acknowledging Streea's words as Thomas watched the being speak to the red-eyed figure in the distance. Seeing that the company would perhaps be more suited with them two alone, Thomas kept his distance and concluded the second glass of water before him, about to lift a third before a hand touched his shoulder, forcing Thomas' gaze to look up. "You're a mage, right?" The man whispered, Thomas recognising him as one of the drunkards from earlier on. "Deal with that guy and we will give you our thanks." "And if I refuse?" Thomas retorted. The man replied without words, but instead Thomas could feel something prodding him gently in the back. -A dagger...- Thomas thought to himself, looking straight to the red-eyed guy before smirking. Thomas whispered "Light!" under his breath and he began to glow with a gentle azure light as it passed through his clothing, causing the drunkard to drop back and wonder what he was going to do. Suddenly, though, Thomas leaped to his feet and snapped his palm against the drunkard's forehead, the index finger touching the strands of hair and with a whisper of "Create Spark!" he set an ember on top of his head, forcing the drunkard to run away to douse the flame before his brains got fried. Smirking at the oddity of a mortal contesting a mage, he sat back down and resumed his consumption of the water. |
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| LanceDragoon | Mon Mar 21, 2005 1:18 am Post #11 |
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Lance took a sip of his white wine after he'd received it, basically ignoring the goings-on around the tavern at this point, not particularly interested in anything around, at least any more...all he really wanted to do was have a nice and peaceful time to perhaps collect his thoughts and overall just relax. Looking over as he felt someone approach him, the half-fiend that was sitting with the mage or whatever the other man was, he shrugged slightly at the man's question, not really having any particular reason. "Name's Lance, at least currently..." he started, not caring if that last part was rather confusing...if he were to return to the path of evil, which at the time was possible, he'd likely return to his original form and name. "Nothing in particular brings me here, just seemed like a decent place to relax, though as usual the resident drunkards aren't making it easy on me..." he remarked, hearing one of the drunkards behind him despite that they probably figured he couldn't. Glancing back for a moment, he noticed the mage from earlier rather easily handle the drunkard that was apparently trying to get the man to attack him, noticing that his friends had also come back from earlier. "If you'll excuse me for a moment..." he somewhat muttered, and walked over to their table, placing a hand lightly on it. "If you idiots would mind leaving me alone, I'm just trying to relax, and I really don't like to be bothered..." he muttered to them in somewhat of a darker voice than his usual, and wandered back to his seat, leaving them to think of that what they wished, though wishing that they wouldn't try and pick a fight, which, from what despite relatively little he knew of humans, they were probably about to. |
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| Thomas | Mon Mar 21, 2005 6:44 pm Post #12 |
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Thomas glanced over to watch the figure that he had yet to speak to encounter the other drunkards of the group, warning them against bothering him. Of course, he knew that they would annoy him just for saying that and so did Thomas. He could tell the ways of mortal, human minds because he was one himself, though he often felt ashamed to say it. There was even less control when the drunk mortal is approached, so Thomas whispered "Fire Lash" to his dagger and as the words rolled off his tounge the dagger extended in a mesh of flame. He couldn't have foretold the drunken mind any better... The frontmost drunkard suddenly rose up from the seat and chenched his fists, starting at Lance just as Thomas extended the whip and launched it at the format, the whip wrapping around the drunkard's body and toppling him in a circle of flame. Running up from the seat, Thomas stepped over the drunkard and called out "Create Water!", dousing the pyre that had built on his clothing. "That'll sober you up, insolent fool." Thomas commented to the floored drunk before turning to the others. "And unless you want some heat, get out of the bar before you're given some." Looking at the flame whip at Thomas' side none of the drunkards refused the offer and they charged right out of the bar, leaving the one on the floor there long enough for Thomas to add: "Don't come back now, yeah?" Sighing, Thomas returned to his table, taking down the third glass of water that he had yet to touch in one go, looking at his fourth. Deciding that it was enough for now, Thomas pushed away the empty glasses and the remaining full ones except for one, making this the last glass of water that he will have for the moment. As he released the dagger to his side, the lane of fire dispersed and fragmented into withering embers before revealing the short weapon once more. |
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| Mosvani | Wed Mar 23, 2005 11:07 pm Post #13 |
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Mosvani watched as Thomas took care of one drunk, then threatened the others who fled in fear. he was sure this was more fights in a night then the bartender was used to. This was the Song of Elves Tavern and Inn, a descent place where the people better off came. The Bloodseal Tavern on the other hand, probably wished it only had this many fights a night. Mosvani smiled to himself, and decided it was time for him to go. He had rested long enough. Standing up, he waved to Lance and Thomas and spoke. "Well, I must be off. I have rested long enough, and it's time for me to go. If we meet again, I'd be interested in hearing more about yourselves." He took a bow then, and walked to the exit. Once he was outside, he stretched his wings and yawned. Making a whistling sound, he called for Coia as he took flight into the cold nights air. It was no longer snowing, but the ground was still covered in it. A screech in the distance could be heard, and he changed direction. A ways off, he could see a glow in the horizon signifying that he was getting close to Coia. Bracing himself against the cold, he continued off into the night. |
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| Thomas | Wed Mar 30, 2005 6:57 pm Post #14 |
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Thomas sighed as he looked around while drinking his fill of water, distracted from the fluid by Mosvani's sudden leave and his comment to them both. Thomas had become immobile for several moments as he wondered whether to speak with his mouth full, wave the guy off or ignore him for the sake of the greater dignity. It wasn't like Thomas was given much time, though, as the creature soon bowed and walked off without waiting for much of a response. Inwardly sighing Thomas returned to fulfilling his consuming of the clear fluids, taking down the glass to half the amount that once rested in there before looking around spotting all the astonished faces gazing at him. "What?" Thomas retorted and as soon as the word sped out the stone gazes shifted back to their unconsumed drinks and their inconclusive conversations. Another sigh passed his lips as he stared at the glass, mute. |
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| Clemente | Sun Apr 3, 2005 12:24 am Post #15 |
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Wanting to do his job, Clemente went inside the Song of Elves, hoping that the people there would love to hear his musical performance he had learned during his bardic trainings. His blue orbs scan the whole area, realizing that the place is not as crowded as he thought, considering the fact that it was cold outside. He walked to the platform slowly, eyes staring at him. But he doesn't care. People all looking at him is not new already. He is used to it since he was performing at different taverns, and it so happens that he chose this one for his tonight's performance. When he was already at the platform, he pulled his harp from his pack, running its fingers on its silver body. In front of the crowd, he stood. He cleared his thoat then loudly spoke, "Good evening, folks. I wished you had a pleasant time tonight. Well, I am here just to have a little music for you all." Sitting comfortably on a high chair, he started plucking his instrument, creating a soft, melodious music that is soothing to everyone's ear. |
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