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 Post subject: The Dead Marquessa's Inn-- OPEN RP.
PostPosted: June 24th, 2006, 3:47 am 


OOC: Basically, this is just the starting spot for the RP. Expect lots of exchanges of wit, orders of rum, yaddayadda. The plot'll unfold at will..anybody is welcome to contribute to the progression of the RP.

I'm going to put two characters in this RP...Ciarel and Taran. I've included really short charrie bios here, but I'll substantiate them when I have the time.

Character 1:
Name: Taran
Occupation: Mage/ Traveller
Gender: Male
Age: 24 human years
Race: Human
Physical descrip: Fairly pale skin, dark hair, and mocking light-grey eyes.

Character 2:
Name: Ciarel Araceon
Occupation: Seafarer/Gypsy
Gender: Female
Age: 20 human years
Race: Half-Elven
Physical descrip: Light bronzed skin, coppery-green eyes, and dark hair.


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Taran stared pensively into the empty bottom of his wine flagon, dark hair falling loosely over a reflective brow. Flexing his fingers, he raised his head slightly to glance around the warmly-lit commonroom of the Dead Marquessa's Inn.
Boisterous half-wits, he growled silently at the table nearest to him; as its red-faced, drunken patrons raised their frothing mugs in a tipsy toast. Beer froth sprayed onto the back of his neck, and Taran jerked back with a low curse. In the far corner, he could see a group of tavern dancers; their lithe bodies undulating to the piping music which emanated from behind scarlet drapes. One of the dancers looked his way with a come-hither glance, eyelashes fluttering dramatically as her hips twisted to the intoxicating beat.

Taran allowed himself to smile wanly at the dancer, watching the splashes of firelight play over her finely-sculpted body; then turned back to his empty flagon with a sigh of despair. He had no interest in women. At least, not as lovers. And certainly not for one-night stands.

He laughed quietly to himself as he sent the flagon spinning towards the bartender, gesturing for the wide-girthed man to refill it. Humans were extraordinarily amusing creatures, sometimes.


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PostPosted: June 24th, 2006, 1:27 pm 
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Name: Isra
Occupation: Merchant/ storyteller among other small jobs
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Age:20 human years
Race: mainly human
Physical descrip:tan skin, brownush blound hair that comes to his jaw, and deep blue almost purple eyes

Isra walked into the Inn after a long journey. He had decided to stay in this village for a while and this Inn looked the nicest and the cheepest. ALso it had a ba.

Isra walked up to the bar and asked for an amber beer or a mead if they had no beer.
Isra looked at the natives that were at the bar .

There were dancers and drunkards mainly.
'Great buisness' Isra thought sarcasticly
' but I bet they would love a good story '
He let out a whole heatrted laugh that shook his hair over his clean shaven face

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PostPosted: June 24th, 2006, 1:59 pm 
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Annalett rode her horse, a cloak over her face. She was in a town, hoping to find an inn to stop and rest. She pulled on the reins of her black horse, stopping FeaElen. This looked like a good place, a sign said 'The Dead Marquessa's Inn' She got off her horse, and tied the reins to a hitch post, and walked in. She sat down at the bar, and waited for the bartender to come up to her...

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PostPosted: June 25th, 2006, 6:59 am 


Taran nodded curtly as the bartender set a fresh flagon of vintage wine before him, and he tossed a small purse of coins onto the splintering wooden table. The barkeep's beady eyes widened as he heard the clink of gold; grunted his assent; then pocketed the purse and lumbered away.

"Keep the change," Taran called after him, thoroughly annoyed.
Bartenders. You could never count on them to give you any change...let alone the right amount.

The door to the inn creaked open, and Taran raised his head- in turn to see two travellers stride into the warm common room. One was a young man with a ruddy complexion and a frank, open gaze; while the other was a slender nymph of a girl with a mane of auburn hair.

Lovers? Companions? Taran guessed.

The two figures strode apart from each other, each taking a seperate seat by the bartable.

Apparently not.

Taran raised an eyebrow as the half-drunk men in the table to the far left began hooting and whistling as soon as the girl took her seat. Obviously the sight of eight gyrating, scantily-clad tavern dancers hadn't been enough for them.
The girl turned her back to the wolf whistles and cat-calls, but Taran thought that he saw the barest hint of angry helplessness in her strange-coloured eyes as her gaze passed momentarily over him.

Women, he thought to himself moodily. Were they ever not getting into scapes with men?

Still; this bunch could get fairly nasty when they were tipsy...and Taran had had more than enough of their lusty and mortifyingly offkey singing.

"Leave the lady alone," he called, head snapping around to face the group of noisy patrons.

One of the men guffawed, rubbing his potbelly in a way that caused Taran's upper lip to curl in a repulsed sneer. "And what thinks ye can make us, lad?"

Taran eyed him quietly. "Trust me. You wouldn't want to know."

The entire offensive group broke into loud peals of snorts and laughter. "Look at the lad? He thinks 'imself to be some kind of a Wizard now, does he?"
"Get back to your womanizing, laddy, and leave us well alone."

Underneath the cover of his cloak, Taran's fingers clenched and unclenched as a subdued static of electric blue glowed around his palm. Ruffians. Undeserving fools.

With a mighty effort, he brought his hand back down to his side, willing the glow to subside.

It wouldn't be worthwhile to bring the entire inn into a state of chaos.

A slight smirk played around the corners of Taran's lips.

At least...not yet.


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PostPosted: June 25th, 2006, 1:08 pm 
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Isra looked at the trouble .

' I guess I didnt pick the right Inn, but this might get interesting. '
The bartender came over with a tall glass of amber draught for him.
He hinted at Isra to pay for the drink and Isra took out two coins and handed them to the man.
" Should that be enough" Isra said in a dry voice that the most trained of ears could hear somewhat of an Irish accent.

The bar tender looked at the coins and slid Isra his drink.
Isra highly delighted that the drinks were cheaper than the last city he was in gladly took a sip of his drink.
He looked around and then remebered that he needed to unload his cart and find a stable for his horse. SO he dumped the rest of his beer into a hip flsk and walked out side to the post where he had tied up his horse and cart.

It took awhile to get the goods wrapped up but soon enough he got them all into one pack and sat on the frount seat of the cart and looked around for a stable

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The bar tender finally came to serve Annalett. "I'd like a room, and a place for my horse to sleep in the stable."

"aye, that will be six gold coins per night," he said, Annalett knew that was a little pricey, but was too tired to argue

"Fine, I'll take it. Weres my room, and weres the stable?" She asked, keeping her hood over her face still. The bar tender replied, "'our room is the third room, down that hall to the left. The stable is out back, chose wich ever stall you want."

Annalett just nodded, and stepped outside to attend to her mare. "Come FeaElen. You will get to stay in a stable tonight." she cooed to the horse. Untied the reins, and lead her to the stable in the back, and took the tack off and put the horse in a stall at the back of the stable.

The girl went back inside, and gave the man six gold coins for the first night, and a silver coin and ordered a glass of red wine.

Annalett sat next to a fireplace in the corner. She watched the fire, drinking her red wine, ignoring the hoots and holers of the men in the bar. The hole time she kept her hood up, hiding her pupils, for in the firelight they were blood red, yet hidden from sight of anyone...

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Name: The Singer
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Gender: female
Age: Unknown
Race: Supposedley human
Physical descripsion: Looks very young and pretty, about 19, but her long perfectley white hair makes people think otherwize. Has very pale skin that's almost see through. Is blind, and wears a blindfold, but has no trouble finding her way around.
Other info: Travels where she wishes, without a care for money, singing at bars. Her voice is legendary, but she doesn't liketo be hired. Always dresses in the same white dress.
Personality: Doesn't really like to talk, and is quick to anger.

The Singer stepped in, thinking in amusment at all the faces she knew were turning to look at her, first at her long white hair, so different to her young face, and then to the blindfold that obscurred it. She placed some large silver coins on the table and took her drink without a word and sat down at a table with a broken leg. Her drink laid untouched, all her attention was focused on one man in the room. Her lip curled into a cruel smile.

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PostPosted: June 25th, 2006, 3:26 pm 
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Isras gave up on tring to find one out in the village that would probably be cheaper than this place by himself so he tied his horse up once more and went inside.

" Escuse me SIr but do you know of where I can find a good place to keep my horse?"
He had asked a man that looked like he had a few horses of his own

" WEll if ya want good care keep it here , but if ya are going to take it out yourself I have a barn that I'll let you use for a small price."
the man answered slyly.

" And what would that be?"
I answered back looking deep into the man's eyes

" Well I see that you are a merchant . Me wife needs a new mirrior to let light into one of the rooms in our house. DO you think you might be able to supply?"

" Aye I might have one that I think worth the bargain . Come with me"
Isra walked out to his cart and reopened the pack that was sitting in the middle of the bed. He looked through the pack till he found an unbroken deccent sized mirror.

" HOw will this do?" He asked with a grim little smile on his face. Merchants usualy couldn't get mirrors all the way out from the makers without breaking them, and the nearest maker was about a good 25 leages away.

" Fine. Let me drive yor cart to the farm."

" Sir I will go with you when I get my pack into a room where it is safe"

" GO and hurry lad"

Isra ran off to the counter of the Inn.

" DO you have any rooms for one avalible?" He asked

A wench turned around and looked him down from head to toe

" Aye we do. It'll cost 3 gold pieces a night "

" Come off it 3 gold pieces a night! That rediculous!"
The bar tender looked at him and said something to the wench
" i just came from the city to here and it wasnt even that much at their most expensive Inn for someone like me !"

" Fine if it suits you more 2 GOld pieces and a shilling"

Isra looked at her looking his jaw
" Fine. Which room is it?"

" The secound on the left when you go up the stairs"

Isra picked up his pack and ran upstairs to put it away under the bed .
He then ran back down stairs and met with the man waiting with his cart and hopped in.

After he droped of his horse and cart he ran back to the Inn and ordered himself another drink, stronger this time and wallowed what was to come of him while in the town.
During his session of thought his purple eyes glazed over and his breathing became almost non-existent

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Other info: Although he needs blood to sustain him he can walk in the day. He also mortal, the only vampire quality he has is his thirst for blood.


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A well dressed man, with a long flowing black cape walked into the pub and smiled. Plenty of choice if he got hungry.
He bought a goblet of wine and took a seat by himself slowly siping it and observing the people closely. Many necks that were ripe for the taking, all laughing away, unaware he was checking them for quality.

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Other Info: After her parents were killed, Morvenn was raised by an old friend of her fathers in a clan of Warriors. Trained to fight from an early age so she would not suffer the same fate as her parents. Skilled with a sword and bo-staff. Distrustful of strangers with a fiery temper.

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Annalett almost fell alseep sitting up. Her red wine wasn't even half dranken. She kept blinking her eyes, forcing herself to stay awake.

Sighing, she gulped down the wine, then stood up slowley. She crossed the room, to the hall way were her room was. The girl stopped to study a very strange woman. She looked young, yet her hair was white, and she was blind folded.

Annalett shook her head, and kept on walking tward her room, aware a few others entered the Inn/Pub...

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Isra heard someone else come in so he came out of his seeing fase.
When he looked at him he was about the opposite of Isra; muscular, dark hair, paler,and he walked with an air of upbring to him.

Isra eyed him as he walked across the tavern and looked at the drunkards.
Isra pulled his traveling cloak closer to him. This man had some other force running through him, and to the wize ones who made him he did swear he ws not normal.And Isra was going to find out about him.
The man was sitting near him at the bar.

" Where are ou from that you are so pale lad"
Isra asked

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Morven sat in a dimly lit corner of the tavern, her face shrouded by her cloak. Her bo staff perched on the wall beside her. She perched her legs on the table, as she watched the comings and goings of the patrons.

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He sipped his wine and looked at the man.
"I don't get outside very much."
He glanced at the man and the corner of his mouth pulled back into a smile.
"You seem to though."

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Isra let out a laugh that seemed to big for him.
" Yes I do! I am a merchant. and a story teller"
Isra took a gulp of his beer.

" Small town here though, and not as much trouble in it as the bigger cities"
' he seems friendly enough'
Isra thought.
His purple eyes darted back and forth from the drunkards and the dancers
" Trouble waiting to happen there" he said withoutr meaning to

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Arkain looked over to them and nodded, looking back dead ahead to the bar and sipping his wine, seeming to ignore the merchant.
"A story teller you say? Well maybe you could share one with me one day."
He sipped his wine and but the goblet down.
"What do you trade sir?"

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