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Post by costaricangirl on Jun 6, 2006 20:00:32 GMT -5
First I'll post the rules and plot... I wrote this all out for the Neopets roleplaying boards, so stay with me.  I know there's a lot of female fantasy roleplayers out there, but we need some males as well. So please try to keep the gender amounts as even as possible. Your character may be a human, a dwarf, an elf, or perhaps one who is half one of these races and half another (i.e. half human, half elf). Please only have one character, excluding minor characters and pets (i.e. a guard or a horse). You don't need to ask to join. Just jump in! Please keep your character’s background relatively simple to avoid confusion, so we do not have to keep going back to the first page and looking up what you are talking about. This is a fantasy roleplay, so your character may have some magic abilities, but keep it reasonable. I don’t want anyone to end up becoming like Jean in X-Men III. That wouldn’t be pretty, would it? Lots of rules, I know. I just want everything clear, so people don’t ask me to join as two characters or something. This takes place in a small village—human village, although travelers of different species come and go—called Galen. In Galen everybody knows everybody, due to its small size. It’s a typical village. During the roleplay there will most likely be frequent mentions of the capital city—Typhon—where there is a conflict taking place. The three races—dwarves, elves, and humans—are on the verge of a total war, in which everyone would be affected greatly. The happenings of Typhon affect Galen because Galen receives frequent travelers who stay in its inn, and quite often these travelers are not human. The human king has declared that anyone who helps a member of another species out—this includes allowing them to stay in the inn—will be prosecuted. This puts a huge amount of pressure on Galen, because the inn is its main source of income, and disallowing elves and dwarves to stay at the inn would inevitably cause bankruptcy. The people of Galen have agreed to continue housing elves and dwarves, but withhold from allowing the king and the government find out. A large amount of secrecy is the result, and every once in a while a representative of the king is sent out to Galen to check things out, causing distress and a bit of panic. But Galen’s citizens are loyal, and only a select few continue to support the king. This particular first scene takes place in the inn—particularly the tavern inside the inn—around seven in the evening, during the summer. It’s drizzling a bit of rain outside, and the sun is just beginning to lower. My introduction will come in the next post, and then you all can join! Yay! |
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Post by costaricangirl on Jun 6, 2006 20:01:13 GMT -5
Moira stood at the counter of the tavern, polishing a glass. Her acute ears picked up conversations of the inn’s company, which consisted of mostly dwarves this evening. Elves hardly ever drank at the tavern, after all.
Moira tucked a curly lock of light brown hair behind her ear and set the newly polished glass down. It still seemed dusty. She picked it up again and continued rubbing the rag against the cracked, filthy glass. Dwarves might not care if their glasses were dirty, but it was an annoyance for Moira.
She disliked working the evening saloon shift, even though it almost guaranteed plentiful tips. She always saw the same old scruffy faces of the dwarven traders and merchants, trying to catch a sip of gin before turning in for the night. No, Moira enjoyed working at the entryway much better. She would always see new faces of passing travelers, many of them being elves. Moira idolized the elven race. They seemed so perfect—they were beautiful, polite, great at the arts, and well-liked. Moira perhaps even wished she could be an elf, instead of the daughter of the innkeeper. Sure, she liked having an opportunity for work and seeing new faces, but she felt there should be more to life than polishing a glass in a tavern.
Moira glared at the ever-dusty glass and sighed as someone stepped through the door, blowing in a soft, damp breeze from the sprinkling rain outside.
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Post by OG Loc on Jun 6, 2006 20:29:29 GMT -5
((No offense, but if this RP takes place completely in the village, it'll never go anywhere. It's always best to travel to other locations and such.))
A human male sat on the side of the tavern, in the shadows. He sipped at his drink, not caring much that the glass was somewhat dirty. A hood obscured some of his face, but one could see by his gray hair and wrinkles that he was old.
He wore a brownish, dirty and torn robe. Underneath a tunic was visible, and a bag was on his back with a few basic necessities for travel. His blue eyes darted around the crowd, examining it.
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Post by My email doesn't work anymore on Jun 6, 2006 20:46:30 GMT -5
Even though she'd finally stepped under a dry roof out of the evening drizzle Luster kept her hood in place. While the tavern was quite poorly lit at this time of night the stark whiteness of her hair was sure too be seen overwise. Silently she approached the bar and addressed the girl on duty at the counter, fingering the jingling contents of her coin pouch. "Miss? What is the fee for a room?I need only stay for an evening and I shall take whatever you might have available." Luster's words seemed rushed with a slight tone of worry and urgency to them.
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Post by costaricangirl on Jun 6, 2006 20:50:18 GMT -5
((Well, I figure the village is a good starting point, and once the story starts unraveling then it can go wherever it goes. )) Moira studied the man intently, trying to peer through the folds of his hood as he looked around the small collection of dwarves and men, who were still engrossed in their own affairs. "What can I get you this evening?" she asked politely, staring intently at the man. She pulled out a new glass expectantly. Men almost always ordered strong alcohol, although this particular man seemed.... different. She couldn't place her finger on it. Moira then turned her attention to the newcomer. "One room is sixteen gold pieces per night, but you'll have to go the the main entrance to get one. I believe we still have several rooms available tonight," she told Luster, studying her. She seems worried, Moira thought. I wonder if it has anything to do with the problems in Typhon. |
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Post by OG Loc on Jun 6, 2006 21:22:46 GMT -5
"I am content with the drink I have, thank you," the man said politely. He reached into his pack and tossed Moira a gold coin. "For good service, and because I think you are a kind young lady."
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Post by costaricangirl on Jun 6, 2006 21:57:05 GMT -5
Moira smiled at the nice man, but was still trying to put her finger on something. What was it? What about him made him at all odd? She just couldn't figure it out.
"Thank you," she told him, for she was truly thankful during these times when money was tight.
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Post by OG Loc on Jun 7, 2006 9:13:34 GMT -5
"Don't mention it," he replied. He thought for a moment, contemplating whether or not to spend money on a room here or set up camp outside the town.
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Post by My email doesn't work anymore on Jun 7, 2006 18:43:16 GMT -5
Luster nodded her head and quickly found the doorway leasing from the taven into the main lobby. Not a while later she sat on the simple bed she'd been provided finally relieved of her cloak and hood. Her hands dipped into the bowl of water and splashed her face and let out a refreshed sigh. Patting her face dry she pushed her stark white hair from her eyes to behind her slightly pointed ears and shuffled through the meager pack she carried.
After a bit of shuffling Luster finally withdrew a faded piece of parchment and paused for a moment gazing at the minature painted group it rendered. Sobbing she grasped her hand to her mouth as hot tears started dripping from her clenched eyes. Luster through herself face down into the pillow trying to muffle her gasping sobs. The parchment stayed tightly pressed over her heart.
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Post by Zylaa on Jun 7, 2006 19:32:38 GMT -5
Dydri sat at the bar eyeing the rafters, wondering how hard it would be to climb up into them. Not for any reason, really, she just liked climbing things. Though it was probably best to not attract any attention. Heck, just coming to this tavern might get the government interested in her. Dydri didn't want the government to be interested in her. It was always such a hassle to dispose of the bodies.
Her familiar, Cir, a small white dragon with blue-green wings and brilliant green eyes to match his mistress', took off from her shoulder and perched in the exposed beams, chirping a mocking song down to the girl.
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Post by OG Loc on Jun 7, 2006 19:42:45 GMT -5
((Wow... Dydri again?))
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Post by costaricangirl on Jun 8, 2006 11:01:53 GMT -5
Moira glanced up at the newcomer, and then at her dragon who was perched in the rafters making an awful racket.
"Excuse me, Ma'am," she said, directing her words toward Dydri. "Could you please keep your pet quiet? I don't want to scare away the customers." She nodded towards the scattered groups of half drunk dwarves and men.
Moira was finally satisfied with the glass she was polishing, and so she placed in upside down on the shelf behind her.
"Can I get you--" Moira started to ask after turning back towards Dydri, but was interrupted by a man bolting through the creaky doors of the tavern, gasping.
"They're here!" he cried frantically, clutching his heart. "The king's men are here! Get the dwarves and elves out of here, NOW!" The man found a chair and fell into it, shaking and gasping.
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Post by OG Loc on Jun 8, 2006 12:26:41 GMT -5
The man suddenly jolted up. "Is there some sort of cellar or something here in which they won't be found?" he quickly, but surprisingly calmly, asked Moira.
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Post by Zylaa on Jun 8, 2006 12:27:18 GMT -5
(( ;D Hey, if a character works, why bother making a new one? She's got a personality/backstory/etc. all figured out.))
"Sorry miss," she said, as Cir flew down to alight on her shoulder. Though they're all too drunk to notice anything, I bet.
The girl only cocked her head with interest as the breathless man entered. This could be entertaining if she made herself scarce. Except... she was being a good person now. She'd have to do something. Drat.
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Post by costaricangirl on Jun 8, 2006 17:59:40 GMT -5
Moira jumped at the dramatic entrance and nodded at the man's suggestion.
"Yes," she replied frantically. "There's a cellar where we store our liquor, but I doubt it could fit a tavern full of drunk men..." She glanced around the tavern quickly, doubtful. Men and dwarves were now looking around, blinking in confusion.
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