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| "The Flying Helm Inn"; Gather ye Travelers! Food and Drink! | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 27 2009, 01:39 AM (2,325 Views) | |
| ~RipTheJacker~ | Jan 28 2009, 09:29 PM Post #11 |
Darthanis's official secretary
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Morticia suddenly lost interest. Her smiled faded, and her grip on Josh's shirt loosened as she stared at the new traveler, the sides of her lips twitched. After studying him for a moment, she sneered back at Josh. Her countenance had changed as suddenly as death, and Josh's shirt was released. Both of her tiny hands squeezed around the pouch at her waste. her face grew stranger now, like an old woman in the body of a child, but quickly vanished. "Pancakes and tea!" She squealed, seizing the dead cat from Josh's lap and swinging him onto the counter. There was the cracking sounds of broken bones, then moans, terrible moans and creaking as the cat began to come alive. His head turned to Josh, quizzically. The fur and skin grew back over the face as the cat's mouth opened. "Good day, sir." The cat said jovially. |
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| ~a young cunning fox~ | Jan 28 2009, 09:44 PM Post #12 |
Phantasmagoria
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at first josh glanced at the cat in a little bit of disgust. then his face changed to that of a little boy in a candy shop, the face of excitement. "good day to you too my feline friend i have 3 cups of tea waiting for you. tell me how you have learned the ability to talk though as i am a little curious as to that.", josh asked a little more serous. josh griped his sword a little more tightly hoping no one would notice the blade, because his gut feeling got a lot stronger that something bad was about to happen. |
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| ~esreveRPsychology~ | Jan 28 2009, 09:53 PM Post #13 |
Allow me to introduce myself, I am Doctor Buzz Killington.
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Kero's head shot up. 'Did that cat just...' He put a finger through the eyeholes of his mask, rubbed his eyelids, then fixed the cat with a blank stare, waiting for proof that he wasn't hearing things. Unfortunately, time and chance provided his proof in a most disturbing way. "Good day to you too, my feline friend. I have three cups of tea waiting for you. Tell me how you have learned the ability to talk though, as I am a little curious as to that." He gave the cloaked stranger a disbelieving stare. "That half-dead cat just wished you a good day, and you're buying it tea, and asking how it learned to talk!? Are you nuts!?" |
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| ~RipTheJacker~ | Jan 28 2009, 09:57 PM Post #14 |
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Darthanis's official secretary
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((OMG SHORT POST!)) Cat sat on the counter and began to clean his paws. "And it is quite impolite to stare young man!" The cat glared at Kero from behind his paw. "Decomposition is so ghastly..." he began to complain. |
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| +Aiko+ | Jan 28 2009, 09:59 PM Post #15 |
Roffel House!
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On one side of the inn was a nice, cloth-screened and roofed patio that took up the entire length of the building. It was nice for those who wanted to avoid the congestion, noise, and various odors a tavern like the “Flying Helm” generally had. Thankfully the crowd on the deck wasn’t as big on a Wednesday night as it was on Fridays. There were only a handful of people milling around on the porch. A girl with short brown hair was busy reading a thick book at one of the tables called Magical Mushrooms and Mysterious Molds, written by a renowned mycologist and magician, Sir George Hudler. The girl closed the book, stuck it into her rucksack, and then sat the pack on the table to save her spot. She walked into inn, through the lobby, and into the restaurant at the back. The gnome who ran the bar was also the co-owner of the whole establishment, inn and all. “Hello Belben,” Tracy said with a smile. She was dressed in fairly simple attire, with loose-fitting soft leather pants and a colorless wool shirt. In this part of the world, it marked her as a runner, or a person who was paid to deliver messages from one town to the other. She had just finished a delivery and decided to kick back and enjoy her favorite bar. “I’ll take an order of bacon cheesy fries and some tea if you don’t mind.” She heard a commotion behind her and saw the oddest sight. A guy wearing a stone mask (that looked really heavy and uncomfortable) was staring down a guy stroking a cat. She blinked, then wondered what in heck was wrong with the tea to generate that kind of insanity. “Um… I’ll pass on the tea. I'll take just the fries. Thanks.” |
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| ~a young cunning fox~ | Jan 28 2009, 10:02 PM Post #16 |
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as josh looked at the man who called him nuts he merely replied," i am not crazy i just think you go with what life gives you, and this little girl and her feline companion wanted tea and pancakes. so i did not want to be rude as she did say she was a princess. she is also to me a fine young lass", josh said cheerfully enjoying the shock the tarveren is getting over a mere little cat talking, but he still griped his sword close at hand OOC: I'm so happy i finally got say fin young lass i love the little things in life |
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| ~esreveRPsychology~ | Jan 28 2009, 11:36 PM Post #17 |
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Allow me to introduce myself, I am Doctor Buzz Killington.
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((OOC:THE FIRST JOINT POST!! WHOO!)) Kero regarded the cat, and the other patron with a disturbed air. "Whatever works for you... If you like that kind of thing, that's your buisiness..." He picked up his mug, and tried to look interested in it's contents, despite finding himself slightly queasy. The cat, however, had his own opinions. "Fine young lass!" The cat hissed at Josh. "You should see the notches on her belt." Morticia shot an irritated glance at cat. “Bloody hell, people see a talking cat and it becomes a circus.” The cat eyed Josh. “I do so hope you ordered milk in my tea.” The cat studied his paw for a moment. “Tea without milk is so uncivilized.” The cat began to mumble angrily to himself as he continued cleaning himself. Morticia giggled, pointing at Kero. “Your face is funny.” Kero looked down at the girl, somewhat taken off guard by her forwardness, especially towards a stranger with a mask over his face. "I get that a lot. You are...?" "Princess Morticia." This one took Kero a moment to figure. She didn't look like a princess, and even if she was, there would be no reason for her to be here without some kind of guard. 'Maybe she's pretending... Humans do that, I guess...' "Did you come out here by yourself?" Morticia tugged at one of her pony tails. "No, Cat came with me." This struck Kero as very odd... Even Serafos didn't let children this young wander about a town on their own... Humans would be worried sick by it. On the other hand, not all humans were the same, and Morticia was indeed off on her own, maybe things were different here. He continued his query, now very much intrigued by the difference in local society. "So it was just the cat? Where did you guys come from?" "Knotting Grove, Dangelor." She suddenly looked old again. "It's been a while." The heat drained out of Kero's face. In that single moment, something had shifted inside the little girl. Kero had no idea what, but he could feel a slight twist in the the world where she stood, a moment's glimpse at some underlying magic that both shocked, and disturbed him. Whoever Morticia was, she was more than she looked, and most definitely not a child, whatever anyone else, or even herself might believe. His words caught in his throat, leaving enough of a lingering moment to make his response a little awkward. "That's... pretty far..." Not knowing what else to do, he directed her attention to the plate of pancakes that had been placed on the countertop. "I think your food's done..." |
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| ~Darthanis Galbraith~ | Jan 29 2009, 11:00 AM Post #18 |
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(Other joint post. Keep in mind the only time I will be controlling the barkeep is for interaction. Food bringing and light conversation you can all handle) Rodin rolled out of bed and onto his knees with a groan. Sleeping indoors had never been his idea of a night well spent, but seeing how there was nothing but meadow, monsters and town for a day in any direction, he was forced to spend the night in The Flying Helm Inn. Last night was a long one, a group of adventurers had come to the inn and spent all night and were willing to exchange their stories for drinks and the Druid had spent till sunrise listening to their stories. Puling himself to his feet with the footpost of the bed Rodin staggered to the door, pulled it open and stumbled into the loft. He rounded the stairs and started down the worn wooden steps muttering how sleeping on a pile of oddly shaped rocks was more comfortable than a mattress when he suddenly noticed the whole tavern was looking at him. He looked at the group with a confused, half awake stare then looked down at himself. Rodin had a habit of sleeping naked and the habit was not one that caused him problems in the wilderness however in the presence of such a large audience and due to the awkward moment, he suddenly found the room rather warm. He pointed back to his room and muttered "I am... Mmm...", turned and gave his audience a new view and stumbled back to his room, embarrassed but not quite awake enough to care. He soon returned looking a bit more awake and sporting the simple robes of a druid. Aerynn followed Rodin to the common room. Her hair was tussled in every direction, and her eyes red from rubbing. She was fully clothed, cloak included, her bodice and skirt wrenched slightly sideways. With a moan, she slumped onto a stool at the bar and dropped her head to the counter. A black inky hand waved at Rodin. “Get me something hair splitting.” Rodin waved back at the sleepy scribe. "I trust you slept about as well as I did. I suppose it serves me right for staying up so late. I am rather used to the regular schedule at the monastery." He shook his head again hard, stretched and took a deep breath. Looking around the tavern he noticed the evening had brought a group of gambling rouges. Rodin usually avoided the type but on his travels he had met a few rather "honest" thieves and had even joined them as they camped in his woods. He looked back to the crumpled scribe and wondered just what a "Hair splitting" drink was. The clamoring of story tellers and travelers rattled Aerynn’s brain, making her feel more drunk then tired. She stretched out a stained finger and twisted her lip. “Whoozat?” she pointed at the cloaked figure. “He’s rather bland.” She moved off the stool to her wobbly legs. “I wonder if he likes Tansy Cakes…” The scribe stumbled over to Rodin, breathing and awful morning breath at him. She moaned and held her head. “Or coffee…” The druid made a face at Aerynn "I do not think it wise to trouble the cloaked figures. They usually have something to hide. But if you really must, do not say you received no warning..." The warning was probably lost on the absent minded woman. She leaned against the bar and laughed. “Maybe you’re right.” She scanned the room through sleepy eyes. “I wonder if they have any Tansy Cakes here at all, the one’s with the peppermint cream. Do you suppose they do?” She stared at the counter as she circled her fingers around on it’s shiny surface. “You have any money? I spent all mine last night.” She stared back at the counter. “Forget it, I already know what you’re going to say.” She sighed a heavy sigh. “I’m gunna find out where he got his cloak.” She stumbled past the druid and towards the table. “Try not to streak anywhere else!” She shouted back at Rodin. Rodin sighed and shook his head as she approached the cloaked figure. As she approached the figure stood up, and in a fashion rather devoid of legs and stared at Aerynn. The hood was suddenly gone and the pale face of a woman took it's place. The woman's blank eyes lazily trolled the room before she looked back at the scribe. Her eyes suddenly widened and she let loose an unearthly scream that gave most banshees a reason to be ashamed and rushed at Aerynn. Just when she was about to make contact with her she vanished into thin air. A couple of the patrons quickly got up from their seats, pale and rather scared. They quickly made their way out of the bar. A few others gasped out "Annabell" recognizing the apparition. They too blanched and ran from the tavern. |
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| ~a young cunning fox~ | Jan 29 2009, 04:49 PM Post #19 |
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as josh stoped his conversation with the cat to look at Aerynn who just about got attacked by something. "hey, are you alright.", josh said worried to the stranger. at this point josh completey forgot about the stranger that sat next to hime the cat, and mortica. he studied the girl for a second but when the adreline hit he unsheased his sword whith out knowing. so every one stared at him. "i just...... i got worried ok. don't judge because i didn't scream and run.", josh said with a bit of old built up anger. |
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| ~esreveRPsychology~ | Jan 29 2009, 05:52 PM Post #20 |
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Allow me to introduce myself, I am Doctor Buzz Killington.
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Kero gave him a look of disbelief. "The heck are you getting your sword out for? Put it away before you poke someone's eye out with it." He shook his head, and nudged the armored man next to him. "Jeez... kid buys a sword, and thinks he's been knighted..." He slid out of his seat, and started towards the girl the apparition had leapt at, shouldering past the jumpy kid with the sword. "...and if you wanna hide a weapon, fondling it all the time is a bad idea." He placed a gloved hand on Aerynn's shoulder, and looked down at her. "You ok? What happened?" |
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