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Topic: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)

Wolf.Knight Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Nestled is the hills near Delac Shire, far from the war, rests a tavern where many a lost warrior has made his or her way to by chance. It is here in this tavern that many battle weary soldiers find themselves from time to time, even if they were nary near the Shire. A place for those of all realms to rest their feet and to gather and drink, to sing songs of glory and tell tales of all kinds. Weapons were left at the door and fihgting was discouraged. Occassionaly a bar fight or scuffle broke out, but it was all in the family. Here everyone was kin and shared rounds of drinks with each other. The first round was paid for with a story, but the rest were free. Squinting his eyes against the dawn's light, a lone warrior looked around warily. He swore he was close to the battlefield in Emain Macha, but looking around the terrain seemed .... unfamilliar. The landscape ahead of him turned hilly and brown with wild wheat that swayed in the breeze. He must have taken a wrong turn somewhere along the way. The merchant in Ardee that sold him the map swore it was one of the best. <he scoffed and threw the map on the ground> "Best in all the three realms indeed" Turning to retrace his steps he suddenly stopped in his tracks. The land that was to his back look the same as to his fore. Wheat speckled hills as far as the eye can see. The warrior's eyes narrowed in frustration and confusion. " 'Tis sorcery!" Falling to his knees he prayed to the goddess to deliver him from harm and to guide him safely home. Getting to his feet he started walking in the direction he thought he came from. As the day wore on he began to lose hope. He'd traveled and traveled but still he found no sight that seemed familiar to him. By dusk he was at the end of his endurance, thinking that home was just over the next hill or over the next, he took short and few breaks. And only having a few days rations in his backpack, he was hungry for a good hot meal. Finally succombing to exhaustion, the warrior fell to the ground and pounded his fists into the ground cursing whatever sorcery brought him to this place and fearing that he would never seen him friends or his home again. Feeling a light on his shoulders as he began to slowly hear the sounds of music and singing.. much like patrons singing to a favorite tune in a tavern, the warrior slowly raised his gaze from the ground and saw that he was now at the foot of a well lit tavern, with a sign that said "Crossroads Tavern and Inn" in the language of not only the three waring realms, but also in writings he's never seen before. The warrior's eyes widened in disbelief and terror and he quickly scooted away from the tavern. This was Fae magic! He was almost certain of it. His mother had warned him of tales of the Fae doing things just like this to lost and weary travelers and those travelers never being heard from again. Eventually though, his curiosity, hunger, and hope that maybe this wasn't some Fae trick, and hope that these people could tell him where his home was got the best of him. Reaching his had forward, he opened the door and entered a tavern full of people from every realm boasting and laughing to one another in their own languages, but strangely they all seemed to understand one another, and stranger yet he understood them. <OOC: I thought that instead of nearly one way RP posts like stories, that it would be interesting to have people interact with one another, but still be able to share a tale or two if they were more comfortable with that I don't want any complement or /bump posts, strictly in character (complements, etc can be put at the end of a RolePlay thread > -----signature-----
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Of course she was lost. In general the druid had a very good sense of direction, and could usually figure out roughly where she was on the ambiguous maps she carried in her pack. The frontier always managed to confuse her somehow, but since she had no set destination to speak of, Adelia was fine with being lost. For now. Side by side, the woman and her great cat companion wove their way through hills and forest, always watching for wandering creatures and watching closer for enemy troops. In her younger, innocent days Adelia had wondered if the men of the other realms would attack a lone woman. Before she had even reached her twentieth season she had learned that yes, the forces of Midgard will attack anything that moves, male or female, armed or unarmed, regardless of season or circumstance. As for the forces of Albion, it took a bit longer for Adelia to learn that lesson; it hadn't really hit home until the group of five burly knights surrounded her and quickly executed her. She never even had the chance to lift a hand to defend herself... The change in terrain was subtle at first, a shift from emerald hills to darker, more autumnal hues. Intent on checking every shadow for a stealthy assassin, it was some time before Adelia noticed she was surrounded by gently waving wheat. Pausing, she frowned. The land no longer felt the same; it almost had the feel she remembered of the Albion, where the land seemed to be shaded in darker, richer tones than the vibrant colors of Hibernia. Certainly she couldn't have wandered into Albion, one had to go through the fuss of buying medallions and waiting for the activation of the magical portal, didn't they? Of course they did. Shrugging at the lynx, Adelia continued on her way. Faint music and the scent of cooking food drew her towards the warm, welcoming light of an inn. A sign bore the name "Crossroads Tavern and Inn" in an odd assortment of languages, and with her curiosity piqued, she ordered the lynx to stay outside. After all, if the atmosphere inside was not as friendly as it sounded, a druid was easily spotted by the pet tagging along after them. The cat was not pleased, of course, but grudgingly followed her orders. Her stomach rumbled at the promise of a hot meal, and a bit lower the babe kicked a reminder of its own, bringing a smile to her lips as she smoothed a hand protectively over the swell of her belly. Drawing the oversized green cloak closer to better hide her figure, Adelia started forward and opened the door... ((you stole my idea! thought i'd try to add something, but was hoping you'd give a bit more before i start babbling fractured fairy tales)) -----signature-----
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Wolf.Knight Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	<looking around the tavern the warrior gazed around in disbelief. He'd rarely seen the forces of all three realms gathered for anything but to slay one another, but here many of them joked and laughed as if they were the best of friends. On a stage, a band of minstrells, bards and skalds played as women, and some men, danced to the song. A few of the patrons raised clashed flaggons as they all sung baudy tavern songs. "Pardon me sir" <the warrior snapped back to his senses and turned to see a small aged man behind him> "Din' mean ta scare ye lad, Welcome te' the Crossroads Tavern, te' folks here call me barkeep or Morden. Can ah take ye cloak? <still in awe he politely refused <the man gave a chuckle and then eyed the curved blade by the warrior's side as his crimson cape fluttered aside slightly> "Ah might warn ye though, weapons aren't allowed 'ere, if'n ye dun mind ah'll take that off your hands" <the warrior's gauntleted hand quickly moved to the hilt of his sword to hold it secure in it's scabbard> "The sword stays with me" he said. "Well then ahm gonna 'ave ta ask ye ta leave" said Morden <the warrior bit his lip thoughtfully and then reluctantly surrendered his sword. If this man had done the same to everyone else as apparently he had then there was no immenent threat of one of his former enemies slaying him outright.> After putting the sword away in a side room by the door, Morden went back to the bar and refilled a few peoples cup's. The warrior strode up to the bar to talk to the barkeeper some more. "Wh- what ~is~ this place" the warrior asked. Filling another patron's flaggon, Morden responded without missing a beat; "A tavern lad, din'n ye see the sign?" <the warrior blinked> "Ye look parched lad, can ah get ye anything?" "Sure" the warrior said as he took a seat at one of the stools. Morden began to hand him a flaggon, but as Raelian reached for it the bartender quickly pulled it away. "Ah almost forgot lad, have ye any payment?" <as the young warrior began to reach for his money pouch Morden stopped him> "Keep yer gold lad, the first round is always paid for with a story" <the warrior looked at him oddly for a moment> "A s-story?" "Aye lad, havne't ye got any tales to tell? but before that lad, ah fergot to ask fer yer name" <the crimson and gold warrior smiled> "Raelian Lyonsbane" <to be continued> <OOC: Adelia: it's not stealing if I didn't know ye planned to do it, I just beat ye to the punch is all. My appologies though -----signature-----
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Chan_chan Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"Don't look at me like that Rags, I am not lost" Chanell told her lynx as she wandered through the trees of what she thought was Emain Macha. It had been hours since they left Dun Crimthainn, a journy which should have only taken a few minutes. Growing frustrated, she decided to rest and look at her map. Sitting down on a nearby rock she rummaged through her pack. "Aha!" Pulling out the map she bought earlier from a merchant in Ardee she turned to Rags: "I told you I brought it. Now all I have to do is find out where we are and we..." The map was blank. Tossing the map aside, she rose from the rock. Looking about her she noticed the green hills had disapeared, the tall trees were gone. In their place, as far as the eye could see, layed fields of wheat. Not far in the distance she could see a building. Perhaps they will know where I am. She thought. Gathering her things she started off in the direction of the building. "Crossroads Tavern" She read. It had been a long time since she had stepped foot into a tavern. She didn't know if she wanted to this time either. But, hunger and desperation pushed her through the front door. Looking around, Chanell stood there in awe. This was not like any tavern she had ever seen. To the left of the room a bard, a skald and a minstrel played on a small stage. Sitting at a table in front of the stage was a troll, an elf, and a highlander drinking and talking as though they had known each other all their lives. Looking around the room she noticed all the tables were like this. No one seemed to notice the person they were sitting across from was supposed to be their enemy. "Hello miss! Welcome to the Crossroads Tavern. I be the barkeep here an' if there be anythin I kin get ya lemme know." Said the short bald man as he scurried past her to a table by the door. Taking a deep breath she made her way across the room to the bar. Just as she reached it, she stopped in her tracks. No, it couldn't be. She thought. She walked over to the man sittig at the far end of the bar and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Raelian?" ____________________________________ {ooc} <grins> wonderful idea hon. Though, I think the lurikeen in the corner has had a bit too much to drink. -----signature-----
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	For a moment the druid wondered if she had somehow traveled back in time, to more peaceful, prosperous days before the realm wars. Chiding herself silently, she took a step inside. There had been truces called before, she had witnessed some before her own eyes; the tavern must have been declared a neutral spot of sorts. Smiling at the music and the boisterous pub songs, she almost didn't notice the barkeep as he approached her. "Hello lass, welcome te the Crossroads Tavern. I be the barkeep here, name's Morden. Can I get ye anything? Take your cloak?" Adelia shook her head, blushing slightly. "No, thank ye, I'll hang on te the cloak for now. I'd be interested in somethin' te eat though, I thought I might've smelled some stew?" Morden nodded, "I can fix ye up with some easy enough. You'll need te hand over your weapon, though, they aren't allowed 'ere." He motioned to her side, and she glanced down at the mace that peeked a bit from inside her cloak. Pulling the weapon free, she handed the heavy black mace to the barkeep. "Ye take good care of that for me, lad," she warned him with a dry smile, "I've a friend who'll be annoyed if he has to go an' find me another one o' them." Chuckling the barkeep made his way back behind the bar, filling empty flagons and chatting cheerfully with his patrons. Scanning the tables, she spied an empty one off to the side and carefully wove her way over to it, intent on finding a good spot to settle herself in and watch the odd spectacle before her. ((beat me to it, and you're doing a fine job so far oh, and every 'keen in a pub has had to much, I think it's a law )) -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	The door burst open. A somewhat muffled "Sorry" came from behind the large barrel that the elf carried into the tavern. With a heave he hoisted it up onto the bar, and leaned against it. "There you are Morden. A fresh batch. Try to make this one last a bit longer. This stuff isn't easy to make." Ayslyn grinned as he handed over his bow, quiver, and daggers. He turned to face the common room, resting he elbows on the bar. Scanning the room quickly, his eyes came to rest on Adelia, sitting alone in the corner. With a grin, he quickly made it way through the crowd to her table. "Found the Crossroads, did you?" ------------------ OOC So far we have 4 hibernians roaming about prods the other realms -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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{old}_Anikka_ Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	The swirls of snow, the biting air of winter encircled her and Persey. The black mare, a stark contrast against the wonders of snow-capped hills, was barely visible beneath her. The northern winds whipped about wildly, obscuring the path, barring her way back to civilized tundralands of Snowdonia. The frozen needles of a pinetree, the wood's massive sentinel, shook like a rattlesnake. Coupled with the wind, the night was like a scary tale you would tell your child before they went to rest; full of the ambiances that would make a young boy or girl hide deep beneath their covers in fear. Though this was not just any tale, nor was it just some freak storm... The Baroness trudged onward, nudging her horse harder as her vision was blurred by the blanket of snows and the icey rains of the storm that brewed overhead. Loosing sight of her company, Anikka became lost in the storm. Suddenly, there came a calm as the snows turned into autumn leaves blowing in the wind, the snow-capped hills became rolling byrnies and the path buried beneath the snows turned into a foottrail that lead to a rather peculiar tavern in the midsts of an autumn wilderness. The Baroness sat upon her dark mare, confused and alone. -----signature-----
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Grinning, Adelia hugged Ayslyn. "Why am I not surprised te see the likes of ye here?" she chuckled, shaking her head. "Aye, I found the place easy enough, just followed me nose." A sense of relief settled over the druid. Being surrounded by so many rowdy strangers was a bit intimidating, Adelia being so small for a Celt and all by herself, but she trusted Ayslyn and knew he'd keep an eye out for her. "Ye goin' to join me for a bit, or did ye just stop in for that delivery?" she asked, motioning to the barrel. -----signature-----
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{old}_Anikka_ Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Unbridling her horse, she holstered her mare upon the hitching post outside the isolated inn. Her heavy-plated footfalls creaked upon the wooden portico, her heavy ermine cloak falling somewhat obtusely at her feet. Straightening her brooch and lowering her hood, her golden blond-white tressles of hair fell about her shoulders. It was apparent that she had Norse blood within her; her pale skin, her tall and stout build belied her British origin yet her aqualine features gave her away as Albionese tride and true. Extending her gloved hand, she pushed the door inward, inhaling the air as the smell of bread and mutton wafted out of the inn... -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn grinned as he dropped easily into one of the chairs. He waved one hand about airily, "Oh, I pop up in the most interesting of places." He chuckled. "How have you been, lass?" He motioned to Morden for drinks and food. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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Wolf.Knight Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	< Raelian shifted nervously.> " Well sir, I'm nary good with the telling of stories, but I'll try my best" Morden nodded and smiled, saying " Tis al that ah ask of thee. Come lad, tell us a wee tale." After nervously fumbling through a brief recount of Finn Mac Cumal of the Fianna he goes into the story. Finn's greatness and his fidelity were echoed and returned by the warriors of the Fianna. Among his hearth companions were his son Oisin, the sweet singer, and his grandson Oscar, the fair. Dairmuid, the andsomest and kindest of men, has i his company. One-eyed Gollf of COnnacht, after Finn the best of the men of Fianna, was there, and so too was Caoilte, a thin gray man who could outrun the wind. They and their fellows were like sons and brothers to Finn. THey were in his care and he in theirs. Among them, Caoilte seemed to have the gentleest heart. It was not that he lacked ferocity or courage: In his youth, it was said, he had battled a five-deaded giant and slain an enchanted boar that none of his companions could touch. But he also had a curious kinship wiht the things of nature. He loved the secret life of the world, and this, it seemed, gave him certain powers over it. He had, for instance, an understanding of which herbs healed, which gave knowledge and which inspired love. So acute was his hearing that he could tell form the sound of a hunt in a forest how many packs of hounds there were and what prey the pursued. And he could do more than simply listen, in the service of his leader: It happeed during Finn's time that the Fianna were becomming restless. They were a highly trained army, and in periods of idleness they sometimes became rebelious or fought with one or another of the factions that divided the lesser Irish Kings. To discourage this and to demonstrate his power, the High King of Ireland one summer had Finn siezed and imbrisoned in his fortress on the Hill of Tara. News of the deed reached Caoilte in Finn's stronghold on the Hill of Allen, high above the Leinster marshes, and the warrior, outraged at the insult, headed south toward the High King's lands. Entering the fortress of Tara he subdued a guard and took his clothes, sneaking into the banquet hall where the King sat, as well as his chief Finn, seated with honor, but humiliatingly shackled and under guard. Caoilte made his way down the benches toward his friend. Attracked by his movement, the King glanced at Caoilte - and glanced again. He knew Finn's companions well. "I think i see your man Caoilte's eyes in that candle flame," sand the King, nodding in the warrior's direction. Caoilte, in his anger at seeing his chief a captive, betrayed himself. "Tell me how I can gain my master's freedom," he said, staring directly into the King's eyes. Entertained by the man's audacity - and his courage in coming alone to this well defended hall - the High King considered the matter. At lenght he said, "The Fianna is unruly enough; show me orderly command. Bring me two of every wild beast that lives in ireland. Bring them to me here, together and alive." "No man can do this thing," said FInn. "I will do it for my master's sake," said Caoilte. Without further comment he turned and strode from the hall. He was gone for the end of summer and the beginning of autumn. The King's runners brought reports of him - of how he moved through the north, along the seacoast, into the great lochs, how he was seen in the mountains and in the branchy woods of the valleys, how he dared the deep gorges and caves. FInally, word came that he was returning to Tara and the High King's Hall. Guards were posted along the five great roads that led across the plain to the whitewashed ramparts of the fortress ont he hill. These men were the first to bring the reports of Caoilte's progress. Their accounts were delivered with barely supressed laughter. When Caoilte came within view of the rampartss, all could see what had caused the guard's reactions. Along the stone road the warrior strode., tall and reed-slender, his hair as gray as the winter sea. All about him, scampering and waddling, leaping and trotting, squawking and singing and growling and grunting, a shapeless, tatterdemalion company marched on Tara. Close by Caoilte's ankles, a pair of otters humped along, eyes bright with curiosity; hares hopped beside them, meandering off form time to time, only to be called back sharply by the warrior. Two sullen cats were there, and two badgers, low to the ground. Wolves loped ahead as a vanguard; skittish dear trotted at the flanks; a staggering line of cows and pigs and sheep brought up the rear. In his hands Caoilte held two flapping wood ducks by the legs. And overhead flew every bird of Ireland Along the road the animals swarmed, crowding into unruly heaps as they poured through Tara's gates and into the banqueting hall. The noise was deafening. The High King stood in his hall with Finn beside him. Although he had been defeaated, he too was laughing. "Caoilte's rabble," he said FInally "Look well, lord, and free my master. The terms are met at this moment." "He is free." "Now go," Caoilte shouted. He released the wood ducks, which flapped into the rafters of the hall, quacking dismally. The other birds rose in a whirlwind; the animals stampeded for the doors, clawing, scratching and biting as they went Within moments, the wall was empty. From the courtyard outside came shouts and squeals as the High King's people ran from the wild things. How Caoilte had done the deed, noone would tell, and he would not speak about it except to say that it was tiresome. But his story was often told in Finn's own hall to amuse the men on winter nights when the cold blasts blew outside. It was a good-natured story, and the magic in it was untainted by evil or by real danger. <Finishing his tale Raelian sighed in relief, he hadn't meant to tell a tale so long or at least make is as long as he did. But still, he felt a little better having shared a tale he once heard around one of the campfires as a young warrior> Morden smiled and passed him a flaggon. "'Ere ya go lad an' remember, the first drink be paid fer wi' a story, but the rest are on the house." Morden chuckled and went back to serving more patrons. Sipping his ale, Rae looked around the room for some familiar faces, hoping to find someone he knew to chat with, even if they were his enemy on the battlefield. That's when he heard a familiar voice behind him call his name and felt a hand upon his shoulder. Turning, his eyes lit up when they met Chanell's. "Chan chan!" Setting his flaggon down he embraced his friend. "Feared I was the only one I knew here." Chanell smiled, obviously having had the same thoughts until their encounter. "Come, sit." Raelian said, pulling up a stool beside him and taking one for himself. "Only don't order a drink lass, they come at a high price," he said with a chuckle and a wink. Across the bar Morden chuckled as well. A norseman's voice rose up as he finished off a funny story to his drinking mates. " .. so ther guard looks back down at th'lot 'o us and 'e sez 'ah raight, ye ahl and teh dwarf can come in, but ther drunken lurikeen has to stay outside the gates" <<oh, and every 'keen in a pub has had to much, I think it's a law >> ROTFL PS- hey Adelia, what's with the icon? mmm..... TWINKIES!!! -----signature-----
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Daphnie_GVSR Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Fatima relaxed as she caught view of the familiar place. No longer did her eyes dart around, looking around for enemies and other danger. She breathed a soft sigh and strolled towards the Crossroads Tavern, catching the faint sounds of laughter and merriment coming from within. As she approached the entrance, she dared a smile and a quick pat on the head of a lynx sitting by the doorway before she pushed open the door and slipped inside. Once inside, she closed her eyes and for a moment simply breathed in the warmth of the place. There was always a merry crowd at the tavern, and she was not disappointed to see an old friend come towards her with open arms. Quickly she disarmed and clunked her sword and dirks on the table next to her as the old man bent down to give her shoulders a squeeze, "Ah! Fatima! We ha' not seen ye in quite sometime! Ye lookin' well, lass." The mute girl whispered, "Morden," joyfully and gave him a whole-hearted smile. Morden laughed as he scooped up her weaponry from the wooden table whose top bore many a nick and scrape from years of handling the tools of battle, "'Tis always a pleasure ta see ye here." Fatima smiled up at him and reached out to touch his arm before he moved away. She pulled from her pack a well-wrapped cloth bundle and laid it down gently before removing the cord and unrolling the contents. For a second, she gazed at the two pristine daggers and bit her lip as she touched them gently. "Well now, those'r two fine weapons, lass. Looks ah tho' they han't seen much use tho," the old man said to her. She shook her head and looked up at him seriously for a moment. When he returned the look, she cast her gaze downward and pressed her hand to her heart. As she wrapped the daggers up again, he said softly, "Ye know I'll take good care o' em." She looked relieved and pressed the bundle into his arms with the rest of her weaponry. "They look kinda special to ye," he winked and strode off to a side room by the door. Fatima looked around the room and removed her cloak, folding it in her arms to keep her hands busy as she looked for familiar faces. Unable to speak, she shyed away from the more gregarious bunches who frequented the tavern. There were new faces too. She could always tell them from their looks of wonder as they saw friend and foe sitting together in peace in this place that appeared on no map drawn by man or beast. A tall elf opened the door behind her looking a bit dazed. He was twice her height it seemed, but jumped back when he saw her standing there. He looked at her, "What? Where...?" his deep voice trailed off just as Morden returned. His entrance brought her to her senses. Fatima quickly moved in towards the main area of the tavern, skirting around the women dancing to a joyful band, and slipped into a small table facing a wall with only one bench. She prepared to lay her cloak by her side and paused. This would not do. Again she stood and scanned the tavern for another, more suitable place to sit down. Nearby was an empty table against a wall with two chairs. She saw nobody eyeing it, so she claimed it and lay her cloak in the second seat as she sat down. Moments later a large, busty woman with a rosy face appeared carrying a bowl of stew and half loaf of bread. "Fatima! Ye darlin'! Where ye been these past couple'a weeks? Morden was jes talkin' 'bout ye not two days past." She lay the hot stew down with the bread on the table and put a hand on her hip. The steam from the contents of the bowl reached Fatima's nose and carried with it the warm scent of celery, carrots, potatoes and savory herbs. Fatima's stomach suddenly woke up and reminded her how long it had been since last she'd eaten. The woman took her small left hand in her own and examined it briefly, "Ach! ye got a man in yer life, have ye?" Fatima blinked, for she wore no ring. "I kin see it right 'ere. Hands don't lie, ye know." The woman laughed merrily. It was an infectious laugh and Fatima could not help but cover her mouth and laugh silently along with her. "Nay, I see yer sittin' in a new seat and I can't 'elp but wonder... who will be sittin' in that one, eh?" she asked with a grin and a raised brow. "Margery!" a slender Avalonian man called out in greeting. Margery touched the top of Fatima's head and gave her a wink before turning around to return the greeting. Alone at the table with her bread and stew, Fatima looked at the empty second seat. Would he come? She could not tell him the way; not for she lacked a voice, but because there was no way to tell. But if he looked for her, Yual would find her. The slight saracen girl broke off a piece of bread and dipped it into her vegetable stew, listening to the music around her and the stories being told. And she waited. -----signature-----
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"How have you been, lass?" Ayslyn asked, and the smile immediately died on Adelia's lips. Such a simple question, such a complicated answer. Shrugging she cleared her throat, forcing a weak smile. "Oh ye know me, never a dull moment in Adelia's life," she replied evasively. Fidgeting in her chair, she tried in vain to get comfortable; her center of balance was already thrown off, she figured she'd be heavy enough to waddle soon. "Bah, I give up," she scowled, "I'm just nae meant te sit comfortably anymore..." Scanning the room, the druid noticed the arrival of a few newcomers, who looked to be Albs to her. A fine lady who looked regal even despite her weariness, and a young saracen girl. Sighing, Adelia turned her attention back to her companion. "He's angry with me again. Ye already know that, though, ye heard the start of it. 'Course he's bein' less forgiving than usual... I'm almost afraid te go home." Adelia shook her head. "So, how have ye been?" ((what's wrong with the twinkies? i love this icon! twinkies rule! hehe)) -----signature-----
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Guided Posts: 2,773 Registered: Jan 27, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,735 User ID: 633,892	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Dutch watched the groupings of realms in the tavern from his oak table and stool in the corner. He didn't remove his hooded cloak, troll shamans aren't known for their attractiveness and any further attention to him was unwanted. The stool creaked and groaned under his weight as he shifted himself to view the majority of the tavern. "Quite the turnout this evening," he thought to himself. Though he rarely came here, this was a large crowd compared to other nights. He wondered if violence was emminent with so many warring races. He would relax for now, not being the aggressive type. "What would the elders of Galpen say to me right now? Not that they have any regard for me anymore..." thought Dutch. Dutch was outcast from Galpen at the age of 5 for his overly aggressive nature and violent behavior. It seemed so long ago, but was it? Time seemed to melt into a undistinguishable mass of memory stashed in his mind. Though he was not the rash person he once was, his thoughts still lingered on battles he once thought were for honor. After his banishment at age 5, Dutch crossed Njessi's Lake to the village Gna Faste. There were many powerful warriors of Midgard there and he was humbled by their strength. He spent a year there trying to understand the ways of greater ones until he had enough money to travel. "Would you like another jug of ale?" the barmaid asked. Dutch snapped back to the present. So much adversity and for what he wondered. "No, thanks, I'm done for the night," he said in a low fading voice. His eyes turned upwards from the table to watch a red-haired lurikeen dance on the table across from his. With a slight gesture of hand Dutch cast a minor poison on the lurikeen. The lurikeen stopped dancing and looked around the tavern, his eyes turned placid and his lip quivered. Suddenly, half the jug of ale the lurikeen had drank regurgitated out his mouth and onto the others sitting at his table. A roar of laughter filled the tavern at the sight. A gentle smirk fell over Dutch's face as he stood from his chair and walked up the stairs to his room, the stairs creakng under his weight at every step. "Lurikeens and their liquor," he muttered as the door to his room closed for the night. ~Entry 1 of "Dutch, Segregated Shaman"~ -----signature----- Formerly Creeper Mosswart Forgotten Promise of LC
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_Raelyn_ Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Raelyn stepped into the dim tavern and hung her cloak on a peg. She shook the rain out of her red hair and surveyed the crowd at hand. Her eyes were drawn to her 'mates sitting strategically in a corner table, back to the wall eyes to the tavern crowd. She strode boldly to Raelian and Chanell, and greeted them both with kisses, "Good Eve to you my friends." She ordered a mead, a Norse honey wine, and sipped at it while scanning the crowd for hooded figures.. since she can't resist peeking inside a hood. -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	He smiled softly. "I have been fine. You know me. I am more insterested in you though right now. How have you been feeling since Samhain?" He looked at her directly. "I'm sorry that I was," he paused, looking slighly embarresed, "unavailable." -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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Wolf.Knight Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	<Raelian smiled to his two companions> "Ah tis good to see two familiar faces for once. I've only been here but an hour and I feared I'd never see any familiar faces." <smiling he took a sip of his ale><the band ont he stage sets aside their instruments and joins several tables in drinking and eating as another group takes it's turn on the stage. A jaunty song starts and some people push tables aside to clear a space as many people join in on the whirwhind dance> "Well, the music is lively, an so are the people too. Any f ye two lasies care for a dance? <Raelian flashed a charming smile as he held out an arm and motioned toward the dancers ont he floor> -----signature-----
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Stumbling into the vale having barely managed to get away from a troll who took a rather personal afront to the manner in which Crispian smashed him with a shield, the young armsman crashed into the clearing, seeing light streaming from the windows, and heard the voices. "You're not going in there, Cris," Toby hissed from the darkened woods. His chain mail was rent in a couple places and the Lion of the Crest was hidden under dirt on his cloak from sliding down a hillside. "I can definately hear Hibernian voices within!" Crispian adjusted his own soiled cloak. "Toby, honestly, if this were some Hibernia Outpost, there'd be elves trying to kill us, right?" He smirked at Toby and chuckled. The young cleric sighed and slid his mace into the frog at his hip. "You're gonna get us killed, Crispian." "Me?" he asked in mock surprise as they approached the door, "You're the cleric, just keep me alive until I'm down killing them all!" Chuckling, the two of them entered the Inn, hands held clear of their weapons. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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_Raelyn_ Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Raelyn sat for a while and watched the people around her, and even eavesdropped a bit learning a bit about the people around her. â€“ when she could understand the conversation. She watched some realmmates having a discussion, a beautiful Elf, whoâ€™d surrendered his bow sat with a lovely Celtic lass, full with child. The glow that emanated from both of them was palpable, with the inherent magic of Elves and the glorious glow of motherhood, a striking picture they made indeed. She saw a young dusky skinned girl the likes of which sheâ€™d never spied, sitting alone and quiet. After a â€˜keen lost his ale, a large cloaked figure stomped up the stairs. She admired for a moment a stunning woman with stately carriage looked travelworn. Several others were in the room, all requiring appraisal and sometimes frank admiration. Raelyn sipped at her mead and gossiped with Chanell. â€œWow, where do you think that cloak came from? Oh the poor critter who gave up their pelt for that collar!â€ Raelyn said. â€œWould you look at that girl, that small one. Where do you think she is from?â€ Chanell smiled and explained about Saracens, Avalonians, Britons and Highlanders. She pointed them out to Raelyn. Chanell and Raelyn exchanged knowing smiles and had a discussion of the merits of men in kilts. They turned to Raelian and looked at him. He quickly changed the conversation and discussed Norsemen, Trolls, Kobolds and Dwarves. A long and merry discussion ensued of the advantages and disadvantages of many races and curious laughing questions of propositions they could make to several races. A Nawg evening in a bar, is never complete without some smooching, so the three looked about the room for likely candidates. The Celtic mother? Perhaps. But she seemed closed in discussion with the Elf. Elves are always good candidates for kisses, but again, this one was occupied. The Saracen.. hmmm perhaps, they discussed her at length. Before they could decide, Raelian took a sip of his ale and the band on the stage set aside their instruments and joined several tables in drinking and eating. A lively minstrel and companions took its turn on the stage and started with a very jaunty tune. Many people set flagons aside and were drawn to the dance. "Well, the music is lively, an so are the people too. Any of ye two ladies care for a dance? <Raelian flashed a charming smile as he held out an arm and motioned toward the dancers on the floor> Chanell lept up, â€œA Dance! Of course!â€ and she took Raelianâ€™s arm. â€œCome on, Rae!â€ she beckoned and he three all stepped out onto the dance floor, whirling and laughing. Raelian took turns spinning the two small red-headed Celts, who were smiling and laughing. Raelian spun Raelyn particularly stong and she whirled to the side just as the door opened. In the doorway stepped two Britons, in cloaks with hoods down. A close inspection revealed a youngish man, roughly 5'9" or so, of median stature with a reddish-brown hair crimson hauberk, gloves and boots with gold helm, sleeves and leggings, and a holy symbol on heavy chain about his neck. His mace was hanging from a frog at his hip. He had a look of wary surprise on his face. The second man, similar in age to the first, but stood barely four inches taller than Raelyn and Chanell â€“ but he was muscular and well built â€“ nary an inch of fat on his frame. He was impressive with golden-blond hair, in unadorned full plate. The blond had just removed his shield and had been talking as he opened the door "Me?" he asked in mock surprise as they approached the door, "You're the cleric, just keep me alive until I'm down killing them all!" Chuckling, the two of them entered the Inn, hands held clear of their weapons. As Crispian stepped into the doorway a small Celtic lass spun right into his outstretched arms. Raelyn laughed, and looked at this good- looking blond sheâ€™d spun into the arms of, and never one to pass up an opportunity, kissed him. â€œSlainte!â€ -----signature-----
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Crispian laughed as the small celt lass entered his arms and kissed him. A bit of a blush raised to his cheeks as he caught himself so astounded as to barely be able to speak. "Slainte!" he finally managed to get out around a very surprised smile. Toby, bowing slightly to the trio, moved in a bit to inspect the room a bit more. He was amazed at the mixed crowd within, and noticed that it was true about the allure of elves, and to a degree celts. "Have you ale?" he asked as he found the barkeep. Crispian was trying to extract himself from the dance he had somehow gotten involved in, and Toby had to admire that he danced well, even in plate mail. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Catching a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of an overly tipsy lurikeen being reacquainted with his ale, Adelia stifled a giggle. Poor 'keen, she thought, remembering how they had set up a special punchbowl at her wedding reception just for the lurikeens to get drunk in... "How have you been feeling since Samhain? I'm sorry that I was," Ayslyn paused, looking slightly embarrassed, "Unavailable." Smiling softly the druid reached over and squeezed his hand. "I know, lad. I'd imagine ye had a full evening planned that night. Don't worry about me, I had a few bad days but I'm up and about now. Still havin' a bad dream or two, but well, that's been happening for years now, 'tis nothing new." The arrival of food and drink prevented her from explaining any further, and the barkeep Morden grinned brightly down at Adelia. "Ye know lass, the first round 'ere is always paid for with a story," he informed her. The druid looked longingly at the mug of ale he'd thumped down upon the table, her mouth nearly watering at the sight. "I cannae drink anything though, I'm under orders nae to have any drink 'til after the," she broke off. Despite the fact that the tavern seemed happy and peaceful, she was still surrounded by members of enemy realms, and she furtively pulled her dark green cloak a little closer. It was a poor disguise, but it was all she had. "Well, nae for a while," Adelia finished, blushing. Glancing down he took a closer at Adelia and realization sparkled in Morden's eyes as he nodded in reply. "Well, ye just keep that in mind fer when ye can have one, lass." Turning, he disappeared back into the cheerful din of the busy tavern. A new set of musicians picked up a lively tune and several people began moving chairs and tables to widen the space for the growing group of dancers. Adelia looked wistfully at the energetic crowd; it had been some time since she'd been able to dance. No matter, she thought, starting in hungrily on her bowl of stew. "As I was sayin'," Adelia turned to her friend, pausing to brush a delinquent lock of red hair from her eyes. "'Tis been stressful since Samhain. Though I had to admit, I was surprised that I'd fainted again and ye didnae show up," she grinned. "Ye must be slackin' on yer job." A small fire-haired lass spun across the room, planting a kiss on an Alb lad as he stepped through the door. Adelia burst into peals of laughter at the sight, "There ye go, first steps towards peace in the realms: ale and kisses." -----signature-----
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Tatton Posts: 2,332 Registered: Jul 19, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,279 User ID: 698,884	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Tatton had been wandering dazedly for a day (or was it longer). His hand clutched at the small box inside his jerkin as he approached the lighted tavern. Walking to the door, and past the signs and sleepin' cat without notice, he walked in to rest his feet. "Ye got ta' hand over yer blade and shield Sire." Tatton was still a bit dazed. As if with someone elses hands, he unbuckled his scabbard and laid his shield to the man. Then he walked to a chair in a dark corner and sat. He heard muffled music and laughter about him. "Care fer a bite ta' eat sah?" A patron of the tavern asked him. With an inhale he realized he was hungry, famished in fact. His eyes had sunken and the strange pits in his stomach were not just from his troubles. "Um, yes... yes please." (was that his own voice? It was rasp and dry. No hint of the bard's sweet tone). "And a tall ale I think." "Ya' know doncha, that for a tale, yer first drink 'd be on tha' house?" She smiled at Tatton. Tatton just looked up and set down some gold coins for the maid. As she tarried off, Tatton began to look around. He saw some familiar faces, though none he knew quite well. Then some odd ones. (Is that a saracen? <he shook his head a bit> and a Paladin there?) He awakened from his daze to a nightmare. Tatton jumped to his feet (although his feet weren't ready for that). As he tried to find the door and get out of the corner table he tripped awkwardly, his drum landed with a thud beside him. And looking up from the ground he saw a huge troll that he had landed next to, sitting in a creaking chair. Nervous and clumsy his eyes looked into the trolls'. (Is that a grin? Do trolls grin?)....... -----signature----- Tatton - The Pux - Play Nice!!
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn chuckled, "Aye. Age must be getting to me," he grinned. "How are the plans for Arianna's wedding going, and Magnoliah's? I finaly got to meet the elusive Kardanor. He's a good lad." He leaned back into the chair. Taverns, inns, and pubs relaxed him. They were good for him, allowing him to reconnect with humanity, while not getting close enough to trigger his one great fear. He silently thanked Rhiannon for people like Adelia, and Tayana who refused to let him retreat into the wilds, and instead almost demanded that he come out of the walls he had fashioned about himself. His ears twitched slightly as he heard the two lasses from Nawg speaking of him. He grinned as they drew the lad they were with out onto the dance floor. He didn't recognize the Saracen girl, but if his people were correct, the regal-looking woman could only be the Baroness Winterbourn. He looked up in mild surprise as Crispian and Tobyas wandered in, and laughed cheerily when Crispian blushed at being kissed. Watching Tatton, his eyes narrowed in concern. The lad did not look good. He had been asking everyone of a mystical bent strange questions of late, and there were marks of strain etched onto his features. He nodded towards the care-worn bard. "What do you know of him," he asked Adelia. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Crispian finally broke away from the dancing celt girls and their companion, and made way toward where Tobyas had two tankards of ale. Toby passed him one with a smirk. "I hope your up to some public speaking, for these ales cost us a tale a piece, so you'd best be thinkin' of something," he said around his smirk. Crispian brushed back his hair, leaving it a mass of cowlicks and spikes. He felt so carefree and wonderful, even if just for these few moments. He smiled at Toby, and chuckled. "A story is it? Oh, I can think of one or two, I am sure." Toby blushed, but was not sure why. "You best be watching what tales you tell, Lord Seneschal!" -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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Greymalkin332 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	The last thing he remembered was the Tomb Raider's call for help, and feeling a killing blow land on the back of his neck. His spirit must have released he decided as he came to his senses. Yual sat up, and barely got his helm off in time, the sickness he felt confirming he had indeed been dead only recently. Once his stomache stopped, he pulled a canteen of water from his pack and washed his mouth out. Maneuvering himself over onto his hands and knees, he lifted his head and looked into two of the largest feline eyes he had ever seen..... -----signature-----
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	Yual never let his gaze waver from the eyes as he stood, the purple flicker told him that he was no match for this beast, sick or not. As he reached for the mace hanging next to his kilt, he wondered if the bindstone magic would work properly this time, and why was the cat grinning at him? -----signature-----
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	A pair of great cats waited outside the Crossroads: Chanell's lynx Rags and Adelia's disobedient matriarch (who she referred to as "cat" or "that damned cat" as the beast refused to come when called anyway.) Looking down at the silly man who smelled of illness and confusion the matriarch decided she had had enough. Leaning forward the cat quickly licked a huge, pink, sandpapery tongue across the man's face, and then turning bounded past Rags and pushed the tavern door open. The crowd parted easily for the giant cat, who padded directly over to its mistress' table and helped itself to Adelia's chunk of bread. "Bad kitty!" she scolded loudly as the cat laid at her feet and devoured its prize. "I told ye to stay outside! Bad!" -----signature-----
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Salamander323 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	It seemed to the Champion that he had walked for days. Actually, thinking back he realized that he had. The trail was getting cold, and he was beginning to worry. The guards at Dun Bolg claimed to have seen a Celt female, judging by her stature - too tall for a lurikeen, but almost too small for anything else - traveling with a large lynx. She had stopped in for water from the cistern and snacked on some cakes. They knew she had falming red hair, but little else could be told about her, owing to the voluminous cloak she wore. "But was she with child?" No one knew. He thanked the guards and headed off in the direction they had indicated. North. "I'll bet she is getting into the nonsense in Emain, chasing the Middies around like it was some sort of game. Tis an odd thing to suddenly be the only one with sense in the household," he muttered as he walked. Suilebhain wore the green scaled tunic he recently took to favoring, preferring to show the enemy no fear instead of skulking about like a shadow. Black armor would be fair enough when others' lives were at stake, a mission, perhaps, but he was an Elven Champion of Hibernia, in Hibernia's frontier, and he'd not slink around like a thief or assassin. He knew there was little chance of hiding anyway, even if he wanted to try. His bloodline reached back into the lineage of the Elven Lords and Ladies of Old, tall and fair was he, pale of complexion and with long straight colorless hair, like he was partially insubstantial. He knew not his parentage, but had listened to the words of the Siabra woman, Caomahn, as she tried to bring to his mind his heritage, and those of Ealisaid, sister to and sworn enemy of the chieftain of the Siabra delegation, Isliffell. For having little contact with Elves most of his life, his recent days had seemed very full by contrast. Once or twice, he was pulled from his reverie, which may have been due to his growling belly, vacant of food for nealry a day now, to fihgt off or escape from one or more of the beasts of prey that lurked in the wilds. Once, he steered a wide birth around a group of Siog Waylayers who had set up an operation along the road. "Better to avoid them than to invite conforntation," he thought, and kept his sword in its scabbard, thus avoiding the attention it would attract with its shimmering red and blue fairyfire running along its blade. Imp-made stuff held a definite attraction for him. His boots crunched along the path, past the demon infested standing stones and outposts of the horrible Fomorians. At least he found no cairn, no body. There was hope. There would be no rest until he found her. As the sun settled in the west for the fifth time since he departed Druim Ligen, he saw what appeared to be a flickering light, like a small fire, off in the distance. It could be her, he mused, or it could be something terrible. Most of the time, fires in the frontier would bode ill for the traveller who approached them. Drawing his sword, he slowly approached the distant light. As he got closer, he saw the silhouette of something very large, but could not make it out in the gloaming. There seemed to be a sound carried on the wind.....music! It was not the music of the faerie, though. He was not being lured to his death by some enchantment. This was the earthy music of humans, the music of dance and parties. "It could be Albs," he thought, and spit. Albionans slew him and Adelia on thier way to a relic raid, even though a ceasefire was in effect and he had strict orders not to engage. Lambs to the slaughter. This time, the lamb was a ram bearing a horn, he thought. Standing alongside what was clearly a shuttered window, he peered inside. There were a number of people eating, dancing, talking. Cautiously, he opened the door and prepared to enter the Inn, which by all rights, should not have been where it was. Suilebhain shrugged. "Ye only die for a short time, then ye get to go through it all over again," he mused. He pushed the door open with the tip of his broadsword and looked inside, prepared to take as many as might rush him until he at last fell. -----signature-----
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Greymalkin332 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	I just stood there, stunned for a moment as the cat bounded through the doorway. After a moment I noticed a second cat there, sitting and staring at me. "Well hello to you too" I said, still trying to place my befuddled wits back in their proper spots. The cat, looked me over and seemed to laugh, before looking over to the doorway. "Of all the things" Yual muttered and this time I reached for my brother's Great Sword. "A Hib, out here..." As my hand clasped the hilt, the cat moved with deceptive grace and 'bumped' into my legs, causing me to fall on my plated arse. I looked over at the cat and saw a look of disappointment in the feline features, before it padded off and settled down to bathe itself. "Hurmmph" was my only reply, as I struggled back to my feet, slowly making my way to the door, keeping my hands well away from my weapons. -----signature-----
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Daphnie_GVSR Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Fatima felt pricklies on the back of her neck as she heard others in the tavern apparently discussing her. Whether they were or not, it was the impression she had and she shifted uncomfortably while looking down at her half-empty bowl of stew. Leaving her cloak draped over the second seat and her uneaten bread on the table beside a small leather-bound book of poetry, she picked up her bowl and stood, glancing around the room for Margery. She found the robust woman chatting with en elven lady seated at a stool, but managed to catch her eye. Without words, the two exchanged a knowing look and Margery winked and nodded towards the kitchen. Ah, the kitchen. To Fatima it was the heart of the place. A roaring fire kept stoked at all hours gave up hot oatmeal in the mornings and savory stews and roasted meats for dinners and suppers. The smells and warmth of the place was like no other she had known; she made a beeline for the kitchen door in search of that comfort with the guise of clearing her place. Fatima knew this kitchen well. It was her salvation, so to speak. Its comfort all but erased the past. Born into slavery, she grew up in an unforgiving atmosphere in a harsh desert land. When she became old enough to bleed, she was sold to a trader. Unable to speak, she listened to the slaves she was bound to and believed the rumors that her fate was to give her life in a pagan sacrifice. Somehow, in one brief shining instant, a miracle was given to her. She was left unbound for a moment, and none were there to see her flee and dive into a hay cart headed north. She stayed hidden in the cart for a full day and most of one night, barely breathing for fear of discovery. When the cart stopped and a kindly, though impatient man spoke, she froze in fear, "Well I guess this must be your stop my dear. I apologize for the lack of conversation, but I figured you must have needed your rest back there." She did not move. "Yes, come now, I have a delivery to make. You'll be needing to get out now. You there, in the hay." Fatima picked up her head and pulled straw from her hair as she stared at the old man. He pointed to the door of the tavern and smiled. Confused, but grateful, Fatima bowed her head in thanks to the man and climbed out of the cart. She made her way, shoeless and dressed in rags, to the door and gently nudged. It was the middle of the night, who could be making so much jolly noise inside? It was Margery who greeted her at the door and made her aquaintence first, quickly offering her the place to work for food and board and fellowship. The Crossroads was truly heaven to Fatima. Her job in the kitchen, away from the more rauccous main area, gave her endless joy for the year that she stayed. And now she was back in her familiar surroundings. It almost felt like what home should be. Perhaps, if Yual found her, she would be able to find this feeling with him. -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn chuckled at the lynx's antics. He drew forth a portion of dried fish form one of his packs and reverantly handed it over. The massive cat consented to be scratched behind the ears. "You've been around wolves too much, Adelia," he said smiling. "You must treat a feline with the proper respect." -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Sighing down at the lynx stubbornly trying to fit under the small wooden table, Adelia turned towards the bar and sent an apologetic look to the barkeep. "Where was I? Oh, the weddings... Aye, they seem to be all over the place now. Bheara--ye remember Bheara, right? Pretty blonde lass bein' tormented by a lecherous old lurikeen at me wedding reception. Well, I lent her me dress for a time that night after she'd gone swimming and the 'keen had made off with her clothes, and I warned her that by wearing the dress she'd be next to be married. Lo and behold, she's engaged now." Adelia chuckled, shaking her head. "I won't be able te attend Arie's celebration, and it breaks me heart, but I'm sure it will be a grand event. As for Maggie, well, she and Kardanor have been engaged longest, and still havena tied the knot yet. I'm startin' te wonder if they'll elope," she shrugged. Spooning up another bit of stew she watched quietly as Ayslyn scanned the room. Frowning, Adelia realized she was nearing the bottom of her bowl and was still rather hungry. Well she could order more, she thought, after all she was eating for two, she had the right to another helping. Ayslyn paused in his perusal of the tavern's patrons, and nodded towards a weary bard. "What do you know of him," he asked. Turning her gaze towards the bard, the druid studied him. The poor lad definitely looked out of sorts, but then Adelia had already seen that half the arrivals here seemed to share an aura of confusion, herself included. It almost looked as though the lad had lost his best friend, and then it clicked. "I bet that's Tatton. He's a young bard, Mary Brennae mentioned him te me, apparently there was some ruckus over a spirit he had livin' in... was it his flute? I can't remember. Anyway, the spirit was ailin' and he was looking te save it, and one of my clan--Adem, nae sure if ye know him, tried helpin' and another one of ours, Cevan, an elven lad that Adem doesnae get along with got involved..." she trailed off, waving her hands to emphasize the mass of confusion. "'Tis a big mess, that's all I know for certain." Hearing the sound of the door open she turned to inspect the newcomer and her heart leapt in her chest, for she immediately recognized Suilebhain. She smiled at the joy of seeing her husband, but then bit her lip as she remembered he was cross with her. "Ays, if he drags me home by the hair, I'm leavin' it up to you te get my mace back to me," she instructed her friend. Rising from her seat and quickly began threading her way through the crowd. As she neared the door she caught the end of Morden's welcoming speech. "...the Crossroads Tavern. I be Morden, the barkeep here. I'll warn ye though, weapons aren't allowed 'ere, and if'n ye don't mind I'll take that off your hands," he said, motioning to Suilebhain's broadsword. The same dazed, incredulous look that had graced the visage of every other newcomer to the tavern was now fixed upon her husband's face, though his had an added note of suspicion to it. Well, he might be angry with her yet, but she was going to give him a warm welcome. Smiling Adelia threw her arms around Suilebhain, standing on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss. "Hello, a ghra. 'Tis alright, ye can give the man yer sword, the most dangerous thing I've seen here was a 'keen who got sick all over himself. I've a table over there, ye come have dinner with yer wife and maybe take her for a spin on the dancefloor." Watching his reaction closely, she waited to see if he'd forgive her for now or, as she'd warned Ayslyn, drag her home by the hair... -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Aysyln divided his attention between the bar as a whole, Adelia and Suilebhain; and Tatton. Mostly on Tatton. Adelia was a grown and formidable woman, and Ayslyn had no fear that she could not hold her own. As for the bar, there was rarely any serious trouble that happened here. Tatton however, was a different matter entirely. The lad looked as though he had been without rest for some time. Ayslyn watched as the drum fell to the floor. One eyebrow raised, he examined the bard's hands. He didn't have the heavy, thick hands of a drummer. Nor did he have the thin graceful hands of a flutist. No, his long fingers, and calused tips told Ayslyn that Tatton was a lute man. Even curiouser, was the fact that Ayslyn didn't see a lute on the man. "Your pardon, great lady," he said scratching the lynx beneath her chin. She nudged him in the thigh and curled up next to Adelia's now empty chair. Ayslyn smiled and stood, making his way across the common room toward Tatton. Reaching down, he took the bard by the arm and helped him to rise. "Come with me lad." He led him to the table the saracen woman had just vacated. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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	<Raelian began to feel stuff and weighed down by his scale armor after a few dances, so at the first opportunity he excused himself from the jovial dance crowd and found his way back to the bar. Raelian leaned in and asked the barkeep something at which Morden pointed to a tiny hall. Turning on his heels, Raelian shoulder his back from the bar once again and quickly made his way down the hall. After a good half to a full hour Raelian returned, having cleaned himself up a bit and changed into a pair of red- brown slacks and a white shirt. Smiling to himself and feeling refreshed he returned to the dancing throng, flirting with the ladies and having drinks with the men. <OOC: This is great guys Thanks to all who turned out and all who will turn out for this. It's exactly what I was looking for; roleplay, stories, character histories, interaction. Keep up the good work, I know I enjoy reading this and apparently others do as well > -----signature-----
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{old}Raven_Dark Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Studing the recent reports that came in to his room spread out apon his desk he makes notes with small dirks on his overly large maps. As he stares at the maps, a messanger arrives. "Sir, more reports." "Place them on my desk, the number of hibs that have dissapeared recently has me disturbed and a few more won't make a differance." "But sir, this isn't from our spy network in hibernia... we have albions missing to." "WHAT?" "Sir, they came up missing the same way as the hibs, wandering the frontier their tracks just vanish." bracing himself, "Who are the missing?" "we have reports that baronness Winterborne, and chrispen have both dissapeared along with a few others." He looks over the reports and ponders for a moment. "Well if this is true The realm is a better place without that schemeing wench in it, she's nearly torn us asunder on a couple of occasions. but Christian? that does disturb me." He poors over his maps one more time. tapping a spot on the map he states," this area is where they are dissapering at... hmmm Saddle me a horse, i must find out what is going on tonight!" With that the messanger leaves and he prepares for his journey. *********************************************************************** Scanning the ground he pics up the freshest tracks he can and begins to follow them. He has been comming this area for days now. "Blast it is like they have just disspaeared! where could the have gone?" He keeps following until the light fades, not wanting to give up yet he pulls out his torch and begins following the tracks into the brush. after a while he loses the tracks and himself. "Blasted hibernians! now i'm lost in this accursed land." after wandering for a few hours, He hears the sound of a tavern... it seams fimiliar, yet not... "when did teh Lone wyvern open a house out here? i may have to report them to the council for trading with enemies..." As he stumbles out of the trees and brush he sees a tavern up ahead windows lighted and the sound of merryment comming out. as he aproches, Staying close to the shadows the light falls acroos the tavern sign... "cross roads tavern? me pa use to tell me stories of a palce with that name... but before he died he said it dissapeared a year before arthurs death...." feeling quite uneasy he begins to head to the door and almost freezes in his tracks, as what he though were just a couple ornimantal statues, sees one of them bound into the tavern. "Lynxes!" holding the shadows even closer he makes slowly for the door. As he enters teh doors to the tavern, carefully so as not to break his stealth. He stares around in utter shock. there's a arms man arm wrestling with a troll, from the sound of it a keen and bold lady trading beauty secrets, and all manner of odd combinations of people being... friendly. Under His breath "What manner of sorcery is this?" From behind him, startling him so bad he loses stealth, " 'Tis No Sorcery Lad! jus good folks enjoying good stories, and drink!" says the bar keep. "Where am i?" "Ye are at the Cross roads, inn did ye not read teh sign out front? i thought it was still there..." "No! i Mean what realm am i in?" "Now does that really matter lad? i mean as ye can see i run a friendly establishment 'ere oh and ye gonna have ta leave those here, or i'll have to ask ye ta wait outside 'til ye can learn ta play nice like.." the barkeep stated pointing at the 3 weapons The Infiltrator has on him that can be seen. "what? are you insane?" the infiltrator states. "look aroudn ye lad? do ye see anyone else with aweapon?" replies the barkeep. Looking around the room he notices what had disturbed him most, what had seemed so in consequential that it realyl did make the difference, not a single person was armed with steel. "hmmm i guess, but what about Casters? how do ye disarm them good sir?" "do na worry bout that, i have me ways, now what 'ill it be lad? warm fire? or out side with... well one of the pets?" sighing reluctantly he hands over his weapons, for information he had to find out what was gonig on here. "By the way lad, what be ye'r name?" querries the bar keep. "Shamis... Shamis McCullen." -------------------------------------------- Sorry did my best to keep barkeep with same speach and really sorry for all the typoes but i can't spell Shamis McCullen <shroud> -----signature-----
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Tatton Posts: 2,332 Registered: Jul 19, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,279 User ID: 698,884	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"Come with me lad." Tatton allowed himself to be pulled to his feet by the elf. 'I know of this ranger' Tatton thought, recalling from a pub in Ardee, and days of briefly crossed paths in Tir Na Nog. The troll only seemed amused as Tatton looked over his shoulder while being led to a new table. And he caught eyes from a lass across the bar that made a shiver run up his spine. An Albion lass for sure, with pale skin and an ermine coat. Sitting at Ayslyn's lead, Tatton peered about the room, with eyes like a bewildered doe. His eyes stopped once again when he saw a lass in the kitchen. Something was even more troubling about her. Almost haunting. When Margery called something across the room at Fatima, he noticed the lass make a gesture and a bit of an expressive nod. "What crime is this?" Tatton wondered to himself, "I believe that lass has no voice?" Tatton was indeed alert now, and his red eyes watered a bit, thinking of what a great sorrow it must be to have no voice. He clenched at something inside his jerkin. He finally averted his eyes back to Ayslyn, "Um... hullo Sire. um.. Ayslyn, is it not." Tatton crooked his head to the ranger. Still feeling quite out of place and a bit nervous. -----signature----- Tatton - The Pux - Play Nice!!
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn smiled, but didn't answer him right away. He motioned to Morden for food and drink for the lad. As someone came and left a good thick stew and tankard of ale at the table Ayslyn looked carefuly at the bard. "Ayslyn is fine, lad. This inn has a very special custom. The first drink is paid with a story. Normally, it is left up to the patron to decide it's contents. I would like to make a request however. I would like to know where Mundy is." He looked at the young celt, waiting. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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{old}KytaniaSteel Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"Take a right at the fork in the road, he says!" Kytania growls to herself as she trudges resolutely along in the dark night. "You can't POSSIBLY lose your way, he says!" Sighing and rubbing her empty belly, she wished for a nice savory meal and some cold ale to sate her. Cursing the bad directions in every language she knew, and even creating some new colorful ones she pauses in mid-stride, her ears picking up a sound upon the gentle breeze. Crouching instantly, hands hovering over her twin blades her eyes dart around. She relaxes her stance as she deciphers the sound. Is that...laughter? Continuing onward, the laughter grows a bit more prominent and soon the aroma of food teases her nostrils. Clutching a hand to her growling belly she gives a silent prayer of thanks as a well lit establishment suddenly appears in the distance. She hastens forward, her curiosity peeked by the multitude of languages her ears pick up. Surely that wasn't a Hibernian joke followed by an Albion cat call!? Glancing at the sign out front that reads The Crossroads Tavern, her pace is quickened as the hearty laughter filled the air. She had missed the sound of laughter these past few days on her mission for the Guild of Shadows. Missed the company of others. She had not realized how much so. Until now. Striding boldly up the steps as she removes her vividly hued helm, Kyt steps inside the entrance. And is suddenly rooted to the spot by the sight that greets her. Her friends were never going to believe this one! Cross-realm dancing, drinking and general merriment...it was a disconcerting, yet intriguing sight. Wiping a hand over her face, her eyes roam across the room. Colorful characters, friendly faces were in abundance. Moving further into the warm, inviting room she sidles to the side, looking for a place to sit and order something tasty. The music catches her interest and she watches several people dancing jubilantly throughout the place. Oh did she ever love a good tune! Humming to herself, she winks roguishly at a comely lad...her toes tapping to the music. -----signature-----
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Greymalkin332 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	As Yual walked through the door, the sounds and smells of the tavern assaulted him. He took a few more steps forward, not really seeing anything, until a hand landed on his sholder. "Welcome to the Crossroads Tavern...." "Yual" I supplied to the jovial looking fellow. "Ah, so your Yual. Welcome indeed lad, I've been wanting to get a good look at ye. I will have to ask you to allow me to safeguard those tools ye 'ave on yer belt and back there." Still in a daze the highlander unfastened his mace and passed it over to the man. As he started to turn back twords the common area, Morden gave a slight cough. "The sword too..." "Yual locked gazes with the man, his promise to keep his brothers sword bringing him back to his senses. Morden just nodded. "You'll get it back in the same state you left it, but I can't allow you to stay if ye insist on keeping it." Yual looked around the tavern and started to reply "Well then I guess....." just as his eyes fell on a cloak, covering a chair with a small book on the table infront of it. Morden, followed his gaze and gave a chuckle. "She's waited a long time for you to find this place. Lets not keep her waiting any longer over a little thing like a sword shall we?" Yual just nodded and unbuckled the harness, passing the sword to Morden hilt first. Morden took the sword and said "Go on and have a seat, I'll let her know your here." before the barkeeper headed off into the back. -----signature-----
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{old}Templar_Tathlyn Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	<stares in to the coals of the tavern's fire, the mulled wine taking the chill from his bones as he forgets all> -----signature-----
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Toorc Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Illos caught her Seneschal's eye and briefly winked across at him. She was an old lady now, with grey hair and many a wrinkle around her eye, but she still had a certain charm that let her sing songs as a minstrel. She was a liability in combat, but then she never really took to the field much, staying around the hearth fires of the League and then disappearing off to here for a few days. She suspected that someday people would realise that one or two of her stories were tales of Hibernia converted for an Albion audience, and she expecially wondered if they knew that play she's put on last year was a story from Trollhiem! Ah well liekly not, a King here and a Knight there soon glossed over the minds of the unwary and led them to think Albion was the be all and end all of life. heh, but for a good marching song you couldn't beat a dwarf. Worked well for drinking too! She knew the secret that all the best songsters of the realm knew, regardless of their power in battles: all songs and stories tell of the common things, the interconnecting threads of life. It has all been seen and sung before, and the endless variety in which the world redresses itself is to be marvelled at. She slipped back to her seat next to the young lady she'd been talkign to. The little girl wore a black and white striped cloth of some sort and had the most enchanting blue eyes, and a voice to help enthrall the audience. "Now tell me" Illos picked up the conversation where they left off "what was this new song about a boy, Avril?" -----signature-----
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Tatton Posts: 2,332 Registered: Jul 19, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,279 User ID: 698,884	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Tatton's eyes just locked with Ayslyn's at the mention of "Mundy". With that he thought to himself. "It has been long since I have woven tales, or sang ths song of Awakening, or listened to the songs of the stream." Tatton realized that he had foresaken his position, and looked around at the gathered crowd. "I Am Bardagh... even still." "You ask a long tale," He spoke to Ayslyn, "I will indeed tell of Mundy, and how she came to me." Tatton raised a brow, "at least in this life." Tatton stepped up on the table and spoke, a bit of strength returning to his voice. "I will share a shortened tale with you all. One that is very close to my heart." "It is known in our lands, that a spirit does not wither and end at one's death. In a never ending cycle, our spirits await rebirth. As we shed one shell, to partake the next. "Sometimes," Tatton bowed his head a bit, then raised it to the look at the outlanders," sometimes, spirits find a kinship that bind them through each life. A... 'destiny' if you will. These are our soul companions." "Mundy is such to me. I found her in our village grove. And by twist of all that is, in this life her spirit inhabited a tall oak tree. I spent my youth, in that grove, listening to the songs of nature. And fell to sleep many a starlit night, comforted in the branches of Mundy. She spoke to me, in ways that cannot be told." "The blaze began on a storm weathered night, and my heart fell as I ran to the grove. Mundy, stricken by lightning had cindered. But There was some wood un-damaged, and with this I found a craftsman of variable skill. And he formed that shell into a lute. Mundy was once again a vibrant spirit. Her memories were deeper than my own, and she knew me from far away times. She was my companion." Tatton clutched something inside of his jerkin and looked about the room. His eyes set once again to Fatima. "Mundy was my voice." Still reciting Tatton strode across the room towards the Albion lass, "I am asked where Mundy is today... she is with me.... Always with me..." as Tatton approached Fatima his voice softened a bit. "But due to dealings, and treachery, her voice is silenced." Tatton reached in his pack with one hand, and produced a flute. "She speaks to me no longer." He bowed his reddened eyes a bit. Tatton brought out the flute and offered it to Fatima. "It has no enchantment, but it has provided much merriment to our realm... please take it lass." He paused a moment. "No one should be without a voice." He spoke softly to the outlander. His free hand still clucthing inside of his jerkin. -----signature----- Tatton - The Pux - Play Nice!!
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Crispian leaned back, mostly observing, and nodded slightly to Illos. The worn old crone could tell a good tale, and he did not buy completely the innocent act she carried out at times. She knew a lot more than she let on. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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	Raelyn laughed gently as the young Briton extacted himself from the dance and went to join his friend at the bar. She caught the taller one looking at her and she winked saucily at him and he smiled and raised his flagon in return. Raelyn, Chanell and Raelian danced a few more tunes and Raelian begged off to sit, and Raelyn went to fetch thier drinks. "Time to pay for your drink, miss." The bartender smiled and informed her. Raelyn thought of what tale could entertain this crowd, and stood to the center. " A passing skald of some talent by the name of Sahate told me this tale from the lands of Midgard, and I in turn share it with you, though I have not the skill of a true bard," she tipped her drink in Tatton's direction. " So it begins..the Tale of Vom and the Albion Catapult" "This was a very long time ago, back when the Fastes were little more than piled stone and mortar and the Realms had barely begun to feel the hatred for each other. There came a force from Albion led by Dirk Evnor. They came with a thing the forces of Midgard had not yet seen, the catapult. With this awful machine they rolled across the Midgard frontier, taking keep after keep and leaving fields littered with the corpses of Midgard heroes and boulders. Their catapults seemed an unstoppable force, killing Norseman and dwarf alike at ranges that could not be believed. All the way to Fensalir they came before they stopped, seeming content to stay with in the keep and break every attempt by Midgard to take it back. The clearing outside the keep become a zone of death into which no man could tread without being taken down by a hail of catapult fire. The tin-plated bastards inside would throw insults in an attempt to enrage the forces of Midgard into rushing the keep. The few times that happened resulted in many Midgard death and the laughter of the Albions that lines the walls of Fensalir. Dirk himself stood over the gate and smiled as the carnage went on. There seemed to be no answer to this catapult, and the gathered forces of Midgard were disheartened, their lust for battle about to break. The word had gone out however, and the call had been answered. With a crash of trees and the sound of falling scree, Vom entered the clearing outside Fensalir. At his side was his pet cockatrice, Bird. The two went everywhere together and it was said that when they locked gazes it was Bird that wound up mesmerized. You see, Vom was about as troll as one could get. He had a face like raw granite and a smile that could make women barren. He was said to have the strength of a mountain, and to be just as tough. Anyway, into that clearing walked Vom, with Bird at his side, as if they hadnâ€™t a care in the world. Some of the Midgard forces already there tried to warn Vom, but he didnâ€™t seem to hear. Dirk laughed at the stupidity of this particular troll, and his toadies laughed with him. He called for a single catapult to fire. With the thunk of wood striking wood, a rock the size of a horse sailed through the air and came down on Vom with uncanny accuracy. Vom never moved, just watched calmly as doom flew toward him. The boulder hit his chest with a thump that shook the clearing and a grunt came from his lips as he was knocked back a couple of steps. The Albions jeered and laughed, but this soon died out under the sound of an avalanche, echoing throughout the valley of Fensalir. Vom himself was laughing, and laughing so hard he had to hold his belly. Cheers sprang up here and there amongst the gathered Midgard, heartened by this display of defiance and strength. Dirk wasnâ€™t having any. With a curse he called for all catapults to fire and the sky darkened with a storm of stones. Vom disappeared in a cloud of dust and rock as the barrage continued. When the catapults finally stopped there was no sound from within the dust cloud, no laughter from Vom. The forces of Midgard fell hushed, stunned by the ferocity of the attack that had taken down Vom. Their hush was broken by the wild victory cheers from the keep. Whiel the Albions patted themselves on the back and Dirk accepted the boot-licking of his fellow scum, a breeze sprang up in the field and cleared away the dust cloud. Bloody and battered, Vom still stood there, staring down at his feet. Bird was dead, killed by the crush of stone that only Vom could have survived. Vom bowed his head and a chill went through Midgard and Albion alike as he loosed the mournful sound of a mountain breaking. No one had ever heard a troll in the throes of heartâ€™s pain before. Underneath the sound, one could hear laughter from the keep. Dirk, the Albion commander. Vom looked up with blood in his eye and vengeance on his face. He picked up Bird and gave him one last shake of affection. In a gesture of contempt for the Albion war machines, Vom made a miniature catapult with his hand and with a single finger, he sent that turkey sailing straight at the Albion commander. Birdâ€™s scale body flew through the air, a truer missile was never seen. Dirk caught it square in the face and it knocked him clean off the gate. The sound of his neck cracking when he hit the ground could be heard outside the keep. The Albions on the wall were stunned and horrified. Then all hell broke loose as a storm of arrows cleared the wall of Albions, and a horde of trolls broke from the treeline and annihilated the gates. Vom was a crafty old troll. Before he had stepped in the clearing, he had set the Nightrunner kobold clan to sneaking about with their bows. His own Stone Brother clan of trolls had set themselves in position to rush the keep the moment the catapults were cleared. It was a massacre, a mark against the Albions forever, a defeat caused by their arrogance and cruelty. Albions were thrown from Fensalir by their own catapults and within a month ever other keep on the frontier was reclaimed, the Albions driven back to their lands with their tails tucked between their legs. Though few have heard of the tale, many unwittingly make tribute to that day at Fensalir. The forces of Midgard took to reminding Albion of their humiliation that day by showing Vomâ€™s catapult. Fist outthrust, middle finger raised, Midgards have been â€˜flipping the Birdâ€™ at Albions ever since." She curtsied winked at the blond Briton for good measure, and sat with her friends. -----signature-----
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Salamander323 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	The Innkeeper reached for the Champion's sword as Adelia bounded across the last few feet between the crowd and the door. A strange sensation came over him at the sound of the man's voice. There was a glamour in it! Drawing on his will, Suilebhain shook off the effects, his Elven nature breaking through the mindweb of faerie construction like the blade he held in his right hand. Though she was petite, Adelia almost bowled him over as she stood on her toes and pulled his face down to hers for a kiss, partially because he was unprepared for this type of reception. The feel of her warm, soft lips on his melted his heart immediately, and he could forgive her any foolishness short of infidelity. He still could not shake the feeling that something was amiss. He cut the kiss short as she said, "Hello, a ghra. 'Tis alright, ye can give the man yer sword, the most dangerous thing I've seen here was a 'keen who got sick all over himself. I've a table over there, ye come have dinner with yer wife and maybe take her for a spin on the dancefloor." His eyes followed her gesture, but not before scanning the room. Over her shoulder, he saw a sight that caused his mind to reel for a moment, leaving him in momentary disbelief. He saw the bard Tatton, who had somehow become entangled with his clan in ways that left him baffled, something about revenge, and a lute with the spirit of a tree contained within it, and how one of his brothers had allowed the lute to fall into the hands of Tatton's enemy. He saw Ayslyn, now talking to the bard. His eyes narrowed with suspicion at the presence of the ranger in this place, and in his absence. Somehow, Ayslyn always seemed to be lurking around Adelia whenever he was not present. His heart sank momentarily. Then he recalled that Ayslyn had a way of being almost everywhere, and he dispelled the jealousy. He saw a man in a kilt - a Highlander! Suilebhain's hand tightened its grip on his sword. He saw the Nawg lad he had spent time with in Darkness Falls the night before he set out, when it became obvious that Adelia was not coming back. There was Raelyn, a true nature spirit if ever he met one, flitting about kissing people. There were two people, a man and a woman, not Celts judging by their armor. The woman was tall, blonde, and beautiful, having a Norse cast to her. The man was heavily armored, probably a paladin by his bearing. There was a Saracen lass. A Saracen?? In Hibernia, and without a sword sticking through her? Suilebhain's hatred for Saracens began the night he sat on the hillside facing Caer Caledonia and the filthy assassins kept taking down a mentalist who had been scouring the area for shadowblades. The lad was only doing what he knew best, but the foolish Albs would continue to get into his magical sphere and get angry when they sustained damage. THeir anger would turn into a cowardly back attack, followed by a fading into the shadows. Once, when he caught one who had taken the mentalist down after he had followed another standard practice, clearing the bridge, he had decided enough was enough and began to chase her around, beating on the Saracen female with his sword until some muttonheaded Highlander stepped in. It took three of them to kill him, and even then the Hibernians who were present chided him for his behavior. Honor was dying like milk on hot pavement in Hibernia, and was already dead in the bastardized land of the dead king. "No, lad, I think not. Grab yer stuff, a ghra. We're leaving. Ye already missed the wedding, and people are beginning to think ye dead." "What do ye mean, missed the wedding? Ayslyn said it had nae happened yet," Adelia responded, looking askance at her husband, as if looking for some sign of a trick. "I left to find ye just after it happened. It has been days that I ha searched for ye." He thought to the glamour of this place, and remembered the tales of the timeless nature of Tir na nOg in the days when Elves ruled Hibernia, not the empty, near lifeless city that now held that name. He thought to the chaos that now plagued that city, the violence of the duels, the mayhem of exploding craftsmen, the craft tables defiling the sacntity of the Druid Grove. He fought back the tears, and turned his head slightly. "We need to leave. This place is dangerous," Suilebhain said, eyes scanning the room one more time and avoiding the gaze of Morden the barkeep. He looked to the crowd and shouted into the room, "Ye all should leave this place! There is an enchantment here and ye doona even know what day it is anymore!" He was not surprised when no one seemed to listen at first. It was always that way when he tried to tell anyone anything important. The Champion turned to his wife, his eyes and voice soft and pleading. "Do not let this place hold ye under its sway, a ghra. Come home with me." -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn shook his head sadly. He whispered to Tatton as the lad took his seat again. "For being out of practice, lad, you dance about a question well." He grinned, taking the sting out of his words. "Very well then," he continued, "I'll offer up a trade. Some of my tale, for yours." Suilebhain's proclomation silenced the room, making it easy for Ayslyn to command everyone's attention. He bounded up onto the stage, and with a bow, and a flourish, drew all eyes to him. "My friends," he began, "I paid for my drinks long ago. However, I have been coming here for some time and wish to make another payment." He bowed low to Morden, who smiled and nodded. "I am Ayslyn Greenwillow, Chosen Champion of the goddess Rhiannon, and a humble," he grined as several people chuckled, "Yes humble defender of justice. There are those that doubt in me, or think me crazed. Well, perhaps they are right," he paused, grinning, "But not about that. I was born long ago, in a land farther away that many of you could imagine. I grew up, and learned the ways of the wood, the bow, the hunt. I was a Ranger, and a Champion of Light. I met boon companions, and vile enemies. I fought dragons, and liches; dark elves and bugbears. And I met the most lovely woman that I had and have ever seen," he smiled and closed his eyes before continuing, "In my youth -- and for an elf, that is a long time indeed -- I was quite the wild rover," he smiled at Suilebhain, "Entertaining ladies the realm over. I made no promises, save for the night, and flitted from woman to woman. Until I met Esme. I fell in love immediately, and knew that my days as a rover were done. Though," he chuckled, "I must tell you, that it took some great effort on my part to convince her that I had changed my roving ways. Esme completed me in ways that I never even knew I was incomplete. She was the twin half of my soul. For ten years we were married. Until, while defending the walls of the city we had built, she was killed in a blast of dragonfire. As Tatton can tell you, losing the other half of your soul can be a most painful event. I waited, living from day to day, for over six centuries. Knowing that in death, we would be reunited. My friends and I continued to fight the forces of evil and to make the world better for everyone. Finally, in my eighth century of life, Rhiannon came to me. She asked me to forgo my reunion with Esme, and to come with her to a distant land that was in need of heroes. A land where the people could not live in peace. She made the perfect offer. People were suffering and I could not, in good conscience let them. The gods choose heroes as their champions because they know they can not refuse. With Esme's support, I accepted and was reborn here, in Hibernia. I have lived more than two centuries here, and grown to love this land as I did my home. I have carried the love of my wife, for more than eight-hundred years," he paused, his eyes locked with Suilebhain's. "Many do not believe who I am. Many do not believe in she whom I follow. They think me mad." The door burst open as Rags bounded into the common room. Adelia's lynx uncurled from her spot at Adelia's table and both of them leapt to the stage. They took up positions on either side of Ayslyn, standing attendance on him. He smiled, gently at both of them. "But I know that I am not. So I ask you friends. Would the chosen champion of a goddess be befuddled by simple charms and spells? Would he be bereft of his wits by sorceries? Moreover, would these fine creatures, sent by the Goddess to guard her druids be fooled by such tricks as well. Put up your sword Suilebhain. Let go your anger for a night. Trust." He smiled and stepped down from the stage. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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Daphnie_GVSR Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	She sat at a stool and carefully snapped beans, separating the edible center length from the end pieces in an almost trance-like state. There was always work to be done in the Crossroads kitchen, and for that Fatima was grateful. Her hands did not know how to be idle. Margery appeared at the door with a giddy look upon her face, the excitement bringing Fatima out of her daydreams. She widened her eyes at Margery in curiosity. "Morden says yer man is 'ere! Yual? Is that his name? Tall fellow. Massive actually. Wearin' a kilt. Sound like him?" Fatima sucked in a breath. Could he really be here? A smile spread across her face and she stood, reaching for a rag on which to wipe her hands. Margery motioned towards the table at which Fatima had been sitting. There she saw a familiar elven man sitting, looking up at a large Highlander man holding a small cloak and a tiny book. It was him! He seemed distracted, and had not yet seen her. Her mind raced. Should she run over and embrace him? Should she wait for him to see her? Margery prodded her forward and she began to walk towards her love. After only a few steps, Fatima suddenly came face to face with a rather sad looking man. He wielded a wooden flute in one hand and hid the other firmly inside his jerkin. Was he drunk? He did not seem to be, but there was an overwhelming sadness surrounding him. Fatima took a step back, glancing over the bard's shoulder towards Yual. "Please take it lass. No one should be without a voice," the flute wielder spoke softly to her. Fatima covered her mouth with her hand and stared at the bard. She was shocked to have been noticed by the man, and further surprised by his offer. Still, Yual was here and she needed to get to him. She did not raise her hand to accept the flute, but glanced again towards Yual. He was no longer there! Her eyes darted around the room while the bard stood in front of her, extending the flute towards her in offering. He was sad, and seemed kind; it tugged on her heart. Still, Yual was here somewhere! She bit her lip and looked into the bard's eyes. -----signature-----
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Salamander323 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Suilebhain cleared his throat, studying Ayslyn's face. "Well, Ayslyn, I know ye, aye, and I like ye, but I also know that the wedding ye have only just commented on as being in the planning stage has come and gone, having come from there meself and traveled this distance to find me wife," he paused, making sure that the words were sinking in, "and it has been days since I left, as time goes in the realm outside." ooc- this is the problem with tying "In game" events with RP fiction on the boards in an interactive nature. One of us has to be mistaken... -----signature-----
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Tipping the innkeep a few coins, Crispian and Tobyas disappeared for a few moments to a room and came down better suited to revel and merrimaking. Crispian had traded heavy platemail for a fine tunic of pearl gray over hose of rich crimson and trews of a sable-tone. Soft leather boots dyed a deep rust were on his feet, and the chain of seneschal rested easy on his shoulders. All in all, he looked much the part of a young noble man, although the finery took an edge off his appearance and made him look more youthful. Perched at an angle about his golden blond hair was a court-hat of black velvet trimmed out in the double-ermine of a lord. His sword gone, he wore the plain white belt of a knight about his waist, accent the wide-cut of his shoulders and the taper to an athlete's waist. Following him, Tobyas had also altered himself from battle-cleric to established young man. He himself had more simple tastes and had changed into a long cassock of deep crimson, which was belted at the waist with a knight's sash. His head was unadorned and the small tonsure of a religios was obvious. A heavy gold chain of C's circled his neck loosely and from it hung the gorget of Precentor to the Order of the Crest. Low, soft shoes hissed softly on the wood floor as they re-entered the room and claimed their seats again. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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Tatton Posts: 2,332 Registered: Jul 19, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,279 User ID: 698,884	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Tatton peered at Fitama, he studied her closely. There were many emotions in the eyes of this lass. A yearning as she tried to look past him, then she had looked at him with eyes that felt pity for himself. Tatton looked perplexed. The yearning did revive old memories that Tatton understood. The pity awoke Tatton's awareness of himself even further. He placed the lute on the floor at Fatima's feet. "Everyone needs a voice," He spoke once again. Then he turned back to his table and listened intently as Suilebaihne made a commotion with his enterance, and Ayslyn spun his tale. "This is indeed a strange place, where time and borders do not truly exist." Tatton thought to himself. "I was at the ceremony Suilehbaine spake of, that I am certain. But these 'Crossroads', they are timeless. And language is no boundary." Tatton's stomach grumbled as he turned his attention to the stew set in front of him. "Must be druid magic, and druid dreams here. I prefer not to think on such things." He was hungry. -----signature----- Tatton - The Pux - Play Nice!!
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	Fatima stared after the bard as he returned to her table where the familiar elven man sat. The table where Yual no longer stood and from which her cloak and book were missing. At her feet lay the lute he'd offered her. She bent down quickly and picked it up, surprised by the lightness of it in her hands. She kept her eyes on the bard, prepared to release the instrument if he appeared to change his mind. A commotion at the doorway turned her head. -----signature-----
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Tatton Posts: 2,332 Registered: Jul 19, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,279 User ID: 698,884	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	((of course the "lute" that Tatton placed on the floor was really a "FLUTE" that was missing it's 'F'. Which stands for "front" which of course is where the letter belonged .)) oops... sorry (was supposed to be 'Flute') -----signature----- Tatton - The Pux - Play Nice!!
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	â€œAnother job well done Nerul!â€ the infiltrator grumbled to himself as he slowly walked along the forest path yanking out the Hibernian arrows that were stuck in his pack at varying angels, â€œAll this trouble to kill one insignificant Firbolg! (sighs softly) I need a drink.â€ Hours went by as he plodded along complaining the whole way when suddenly as if his prayers were answered he stumbled upon what appeared to be a tavern in the distance â€œDAMN! ! ! Lost on top of it allâ€ he cursed as he fumbled in his pack and pulled out a badly sketched and worn map of the Hibernian frontier. â€œHehheh well this is worthlessâ€ he said while crumbling up the map and tossing it over his shoulder. Thinking nothing else could possibly go wrong the Infiltrator decided to stop in the tavern for a drink; perhaps the patrons could help him with some directions when he arrived. Upon opening the door to the tavern the Infiltrator was quite shocked at what he saw, Dwarves, Elves, and Highlanders alike dancing, drinking and conversing together. â€œSurely Iâ€™ve died and gone to hellâ€ he mumbled as he cautiously walked in. Scanning the room for a secluded seat somewhere near an exit in case he needed to make a swift escape, his eyes fell on an empty table near a window â€œPerfectâ€ he thought as he walked over taking a seat and patiently waited for the barmaid to come bring him a drink. -----signature-----
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Crispian leaned back, resting against Toby's upraised knee and looked over the room. This was an odd calm amid the storms of conflict which did sweep the three realms. He spotted a Saracen enter and got up, walking toward where he took a seat near a window. "Nerul!" he said with a great smile and a salute. "You got lost too?" -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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NerulSorn Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Upon hearing his name the Nerul looked up from his drink to see a familiar face "Ahhh Hail Lord Crispian! It is good to see a familiar face. And aye friend though I am ashamed to admit it, it appears I did get lost. But we'll keep that between us hehheh. Please, have a seat and join me." -----signature-----
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	Spying some familiar faces in a sea of strangers, Kytania slowly meanders her way over towards the two men by the window. Smiling a friendly greeting she says jovially, "Mind if a weary mercenary joins you, my friends?" -----signature-----
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	Nerul upon seeing his friend Kytania approach stands up smiling. "Lady Kytania that is a question you don't have to ask. Of course you can join us please take a seat" -----signature-----
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	Raking a hand through her blonde hair, she smiles gratefully at Nerul and Crispian as she takes a seat. Motioning for a drink and food, she chuckles. "Now who would have ever thought we would witness a mixture of merriment such as this?" Grinning as she tugs off her pink gauntlets and setting them aside. "Long time no see, Sir Crispian. What brings you out this way? Or, for that matter, you Sir Nerul?" -----signature-----
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	"What brings me here you say" Nerul Sips his ale and looks around the room and whispers "well ya see I ummmm . . .I got lost and stumbled upon this place accidently heheh shhhhhhh" -----signature-----
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	Chortling softly, she shakes her head. "And to think I followed you through Lyonesse all those times. Thinking you knew your way around, and all that." Smiling as the barmaid brings her some food and ale, Kytania discreetly slips the woman a few coins. Settling down to sate her hunger, she catches Nerul's eyes and pauses. "Would you care for some stew?" -----signature-----
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NerulSorn Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"Thank you for the offer Kyt but you know me well enough by now to know that I do one thing and one thing only when I come to taverns" he says grinning while motioning to the barmaid to bring him more ale. "And for the record milady. . . .I know Lyonesse like the back of me hand. You were perfectly safe with me" -----signature-----
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Crispian listened as they exchanged words, inviting Tobyas over with a nod of his head. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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	carys tiredly walked along the path she swore would have brought her out above the town of Humberton. She wished now that she had rested a bit longer and then used her magic to get her home. She found herself upon a small hill and heard the sounds of the town she sought. With a lighter step she ambled down quickly, glad she was wearing her simple gown, and hurried towards the town. When she got to the clearing and saw a lone slightly run-down tavern her heart sank. The smells of the warm food invited her closer and she realized she was famished. She stopped in her tracks when she heard various loud raucious voices all in different languages. She also that she understood the Midgardian language. She heard the sound of merriment and good times. The circlet on her wrist glowed a soft pulsating green hue and she knew she was safe. She took a quick cleasning breath opened the door and walked in. The sight that met her eyes warmed her to her soul. Twas a sight that would have brought tears of joy to the Goddess herself. All of the realms were here, at peace, laughing and enjoying good times. "Tis the way she wishes it to be " marveled Carys. "This be the vision of my path." She stepped in closer and looked around to see if there be a place for her to sit and rest and take in this wonderous moment. She stood there for a moment in search of her place within this establishment. -----signature-----
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"I have to admit," Crispian said with a creeping blush from collar to hair-line, "that Toby and I took a bit of a turn while you were being chased by some trolls." He accepted the new tankard of ale greatfully and took a deep draw off it. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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{old}KytaniaSteel Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"Aye, I remember well enough what it is you do best...as long as you remember that the last time you indulged so ended in a night of dancing and memory loss, my friend!" Glancing towards the door and recognizing the small, frail figure with a swollen belly. "Carys! Pray join us, sister mine!" Standing and motioning her sister over, Kytania grinned devilishly at a handsome celt and winked before once again taking her seat and going to work on her trencher of steaming hot stew. Glancing at Crispian as she chewed thoughtfully. "Perhaps none of us took a wrong turn this eve, but were meant to stumble upon this place." -----signature-----
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	carys turned at the sound of her sister's voice and friendly face. "KYT!" she exclaimed when she saw her. She slowly made her way to the table. She hugged her sister and turned to see her best friend Nerul. "NERUL !" she turned and hugged him as well. She looked over and seeing 2 of high esteem with the realm curtseyed to them both. -----signature-----
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	Nerul gets up offering his seat to Carys and grumbling at Kyts comment. "Welcome Lady Carys" he said returning his good friends embrace. -----signature-----
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Crispian grinned. "Don't let the outfits fool you, we're just simple lads at heart." He sketched a bow in return. "Crispian Pontiff," he said by way of introduction. "And this is Tobyas Ulyanov, of the Knights of the Crest." Toby inclined his head respectfully. "Fair ladies of the Realm flock even to distant point I see!" His smile was wide and genuine and his eyes danced with a hint of mischief. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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	"I must warn you gentleman with 2 of the 3 sisters here this could prove to be . . . . . a rather interesting night. If the 3rd one should happen to come through the door. Make haste for he nearest exit" He said with a chuckle. "So Carys tell me. . .Where is Ari tonight?" -----signature-----
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	carys smiles at nerul and slumps into the chair exhausted. "Ye are sweet as always nerul." carys replies softly in her lilting voice. "I see I not be the only one who hast lost her way." she smiles "Tis a glorious sight Kyt, to see thee again, and to witness this miracle." She waits for the barmaid to come closer so she may ask for some refreshment. "This be my path, Kyt, tis the one the Goddess wishes me on." She watches her beautiful sister eat and watch all the handsome men within the room. "This good to see all the Goddess' children playing well together." -----signature-----
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	Toby's eyebrows rose at the Goddess reference, but he made no response. "Even should the third sister show up this eve, I am sure her company would only increase our enjoyments," he said pleasantly. "And I assure that Sir Crispian and I would be the models of behavior." -----signature-----
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	Snorting softly with laughter as she finishes her meal, Kytania pulls her tankard closer and grins impishly at her companions. "Tis a pleasure to meet you Tobyas Ulyanov, of the Knights of the Crest. And tis only because of such handsome companions that we fair ladies should travel thus far!" Narrowing her gaze playfully at Nerul. "Are ye warning our friends here of wee Carys and myself? Surely they can see that we are harmless!" Turning to her sister, her features soften as she pats her hand. "Are ye well, Carys? I have worried for ye." -----signature-----
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	she is with EL. I have just returned from bringing him back from the spirit realm. He purged himself of all evil from the Baroness WInerborne. He be of the old ways he vowed his sword to her in her plight She betrayed us all nerul, lowers eyes as ye know. he performed the ancient ritual of purifcation, and we got the summons 2 nights ago. My work is done, she will be yet another fortnight reclaiming his body with nourishment. -----signature-----
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Crispian was bewildered by the exchange, but tried to not look so. "Of course, we'd be happy for the entertainment of three such fetchin' lasses," he said. "But all gentlemenly codes would be followed." He tried to catch Toby's eyes to figure out what they were talking about, but Toby was looking rather directly at Cays. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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{old}carys1 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	turns to Lord Crispian and Lord Tobyas Aye my Lord I serve the Goddess. I be raised in thy church for 6 years but my path hath been chosen before my birth. Tis my path that hast brought me here. If I bring thee offense, I can remove myself. with no harsh feelings of course -----signature-----
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	Nerul eyes Kyt & smiles "Aye truely you are harmless" he says sarcastically while flagging down the barmaid for another drink. -----signature-----
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Tobyas Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Toby's face registered surprise. "No, no, indeed no offense given, and I hope none taken. Although of the church myself, I do not espouse all the things that Mother Church says are absolutes." He blushes slightly. "Please, take not my reaction to heart, it caught me a bit off guard is all." -----signature-----
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{old}carys1 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	I be well my sister Carys softly speaks turning her attention to Kyt. I have missed thee sorely. I have been rather busy making special charms for the lord High General for his household to aid them in their defence of this new evil that the baroness has unwisely unleashed. carys smiles in thanks when the bowl of steaming stew is placed before her. She slips the young girl a few gold coins and turns to eat to help keep her strength up. She turns to Nerul who is quietly watching her. "any tales for me this night? I need to hear a story with mirth." -----signature-----
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{old}KytaniaSteel Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Kytania grins as she sees the young man's attention focused singularly upon her sweet sister, and mutters something about adding another to a harem. Settling back, she retrieves a deck of worn cards from her pack, and begins to shuffle them casually, looking in askance around the table to see if anyone cared to join her in a game of chance. "Yes, pray tell us an entertaining story!" -----signature-----
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	Nerul motions to Kyt to deal him into the game "I'm afraid i'm not much of an entertainer or story teller for that matter. I have heard however that Crispian over here has spun some rather entertaining stories. Perhaps he would like to share one" -----signature-----
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{old}carys1 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	She looks up into Lord Tobyas' eyes for a moment studying his face with her sage green eyes. She pauses for a moment and smiles warmly "Nay My Lord, I just be use to needing to find other places. Many are not as tolerant as thee and thy Lord Crispian." She smiles again " I thank thee for thy kindness." Turns her attention to Lord Crispian "as for my sister Arideregh she be the contrary one my lord. She is sweet indedd but carries with her quite a bite." Stops for a moment to take a sip of warm honeyed mead. "She like kyt be the beauties in the family my lord as will as anwyne." Blushes softly "I take after my mother." -----signature-----
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	Blushes softly and sighs when she hears her sisters coment. "Tis not a harem sweet sister." blushes brighter "They be admirers for a short time tis all." Carys smiles at Nerul and begins to bite her lower lip. 'What game we be playing?" -----signature-----
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Tobyas Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Tobyas thought for a moment. "A tale you wish...a tale. Let me see what I can recall..." He pursed his lips in thought a moment. "AH! Tis a merry tale of mirth this indeed, and true! "Twas once a peasant lady, who grew old and most ill. The healer told her son she had not long to live, yes? He tells the son to daily put a small amount of brandy into the milk the mother is drinking, and make it a bit more, and a bit more. "As time passed, the old lady she grew weaker and more with illness. The son, being dutifully and loving to his mother, daily brought her milk, and daily added a bit more brandy to it. "As the end approached, it became more brandy with a touch of milk, to ease her pains. One eve, as the sun sank in the west, the mother knew her time was near. She calls her son to her. Kneeling beside her bed, holding her hand for the last time, he looked into her eyes, the first eyes he had ever seen in life, and now he was seeing them into death, and he wept. "Ma," he sobbed, "what will do after yer gone for me life?" He was sore filled with grief, he was. "And his mother, opened to her eyes, looked at him with great love, happy to have known this fine young man who was her son. She raised a trembling hand and touched his tear streaked face. "My son, my son," she said quietly, "whatever you do, don't sell that cow!" He smiled to the women and bowed. -----signature-----
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	Crispian favor Carys with a smile. "Tolerance must be given, I find, to be expected." He listened to the story and applauded at the end, lifting his mug to Tobyas in salute. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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	Carys laughs with glee and rocks in her chair. "Tis TOO rich my Lord" she laughs and her face alights with a glow. "I must remember to tell that tale." she turns to Tobyas "may I have thy permission to repeat such a fun tale?" -----signature-----
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	Nerul Bursts into laughter raising is mug Tobyas. -----signature-----
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{old}KytaniaSteel Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Laughing merrily at the story, her hands swiftly dealing cards around the table to her friends, both old and new. "Bravo! Please, someone tell another for I have none of my own to tell. I fear I lead quite the boring life for a mercenary." -----signature-----
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Tobyas Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Tobyas blushed deeply as he retrieved his mug from Crispian, his face spreading in a smile. "The tale is not mine to keep. Of course, please, tell it on to your friends and companions." He drank deeply from the mug, recovering his composure quickly. -----signature-----
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{old}carys1 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"well kyt I have one of Ari I think can be spoken in mixed company." carys steals a glance at tobyas. "It be a tale that happened on a relic raid. Would ye like to hear of it?" -----signature-----
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NerulSorn Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"Aye Carys do tell. Stories about Ari are typically quite entertaining" -----signature-----
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{old}KytaniaSteel Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"Oh please do! And after that, I believe I remember a highland joke I once heard while out hunting with an armsman I used to travel with!" Smiling warmly and motioning for another drink, enjoying the company immensely after so much solitude. -----signature-----
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Tobyas Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Toby quickly stilled Crispian's startled objection. "Certainly, go ahead, please." He sat next to Cris and listened intently. -----signature-----
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Looking none to pleased that his profession was going to be sullied, Crispian settled down to listen, and hopefully be amused. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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{old}carys1 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	well, she had never been in the frontier nor the battleground before and so when she was invited she chose to follow. They ended up in the realm of Midgard, twas bitter cold and frozen with horrible cursed creatures. They ran quite awhile, and so the party she started in twas not the one she ended in. There be a spy and twas a trap for the whole army of those huge feirce warriors lay in hiding awaiting for us to come and make the attempt. She stood where they asked her to in the beginning of the forest and to heal and rez when needed. The battle was firece and quick and within moments the only one left standing was Ari. 2 Large fericous warriors approached her and spoke to her. One said he could not strike down such a vision and put away his weapon. The other, a younger one said "Aye she be a beauty but by the Goddess she shall die." Ari smiled and stood her ground waiting for death. She turned to the one and spoke the ancient language of the Goddess and blessed them both. He felled her in one clean shot. The one warrior who had refused to kill her knelt down by the side and wept and begged her for a quest to cleasne his soul. So Ari in spirit form gave him a quest. She still keeps in contact once in awhile to make sure they be following their vow the other one lost his plums IM afraid -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	OOC: And all this started because my poor befuddled brain forgot that Arie's wedding was Wed _____________ Ayslyn smiled softly. "Suilebhain, my friend. You are an elf; a creature of the viel. You are married to a lass who has visions. How can you be so blind. There are magics, and magics; powers, and Powers. We come here when we need to, and leave when we will. Do you understand? There is no great magic ensnaring our minds. No magic other than the desire for good company, and a willingness to stop fighting for a time. You are right, this place is magical. But, not in the sinister way that you envision." -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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NerulSorn Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"heheh I knew no story about Ari could possible not have plum removal involved" he said taking a sip of his ale. "I'm begining to think she enjoys that a bit too much" -----signature-----
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	Carys blushes brightly "Tis true she has a temper nerul, but never has she offended in such a mannor that did not deserve such censure" Sighs softly afraid she has offened those at the table. Not knowing what to do, she retreats into silence and slowly sips her honeyed mead. She looks to Kyt hoping she can fix her error and bring the mirth back to the table -----signature-----
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	Both Crispian and Tobyas found themselves smiling over the tale, and the veiled reference of plums. "I guess we must all be careful of whom we smite, for plums are too valuable to lose just any which way," Crispian said with a wink to Toby. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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	Carys blushes brighter and tries to hid a smile by chewing on her lower lip. She steals a glance over at the new friends she has gotten to know to see if they really are not offended. "I fear I give thee a bad impression of my eldest sister my Lords." she rushes to explain "She hast been my protector since she be 9 and she has learned many things from others and she . . uh . . well when she came here from my homeland she is a wise woman and a great healer as well." Smiles weakly at the 2 lords. -----signature-----
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	Tobyas gave a deep, honest chuckle. "Were his little brother here," he said as he elbowed Crispian, "he would fill you with a tale or two about the good Sir here that would leave you scandalized, no doubt." He smiled playfully. "Myself, I am beyond scandal from most folks." Crispian laughed softly. "Oh, aye Jashen would serve me up right good, he would, lady." -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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	Taking pity upon her sisters discomfort, she smiles at the three gentlemen. "Keep in mind that this joke was told to me by a scotsman if you will!" Sitting back and taking a sip of her ale, she tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and effects a scottish broque for her joke. A Scottish old-timer in Scotland, in a bar, talking to a young man. "Lad, look out there to the field. Do ya see that fence? Look how well it's built. I built that fence stone by stone with me own two hands. Piled it for months. But do they call me 'McGregor, The Fence Builder'? Nooo.." Then the old man gestured at the bar. "Look here at the bar. Do ya see how smooth and just it is? I planed that surface down by me own achin' back. I carved that wood with me own hard labor, for eight days. But do they call me 'McGregor, The Bar Builder'? Nooo..." Then the old man points out the window. "Eh, Laddy, look out to sea. Do ya see that pier that stretches out as far as the eye can see? I built that pier with the sweat off me back. I nailed it board by board. But do they call me 'McGregor, The Pier Builder'? Nooo..." Then the old man looks around nervously, trying to make sure no one is paying attention. "But ya git amorous wit' ane wee goat . . . " -----signature-----
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	"Nerul Bursts into a fit of laughter" -----signature-----
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	Carys blinks realizing once again she just missed something. She smiles at her sister Kyt and sits quietly hoping NO one will know she didnt understand the joke. She takes a sip of her warm honyed mead and quietly watches the reaction to all the table while she studies in her mind what it meant. -----signature-----
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	Tobyas and Crispian both collapsed into gales of laughter. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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	Her cheeks pinkening becomingly, she tugs her sister close and whispers an explanation into her ear, chuckling when Carys's eyes grow wide and round. "I hope ye take no offense to my joke, m'lords." -----signature-----
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Leaning back against Toby, wiping tears from his eyes, Crispian finally gained his breath back. "Oh, sweet Lord, you just described the highland attitude so perfectly, even if I don't know any with affections for a sheep! Oh indeed!" He gasped deep breaths in as he got control of himself. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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	Carys chokes on her drink and tries hard not to laugh. As she continues to laugh and choke the tears well up in her eyes, her face flushed with a rosey hue. Trying hard to get under control "By the powers Kyt!" she finaly blurts out " A GOAT ! ? " She fails in her attempt and starts to laugh with everyone else. -----signature-----
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	After finally regaining his composure and wiping away the tears from his eyes Nerul manages to drop some gold on the table and says "So? What card game you got us playin here kyt?" -----signature-----
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	Grinning wickedly to her sister, "Aye well, when ye are stuck out in the heather with yer clansmen around ye...and no women as far as the eye can see...well, what is a lad to do, aye?" Winking at at her companions and chuckling, she turns to Nerul. "You keep searching the place as though you are waiting for someone. You wouldn't by chance be waiting for the Chaos Twin, Arideregh now would you?" Eyeing her cards up, she says "I was thinking of Hibernian Hold' em...that okay?" -----signature-----
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	A conspiratorial glance exchanged between Tobyas and Crispian as they both chuckled again. "Chaos twin? I think that was him and his brother," Tobyas remarked, sit up and taking his tankard again. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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NerulSorn Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"Bah! if Ari came through that door rest assured I'd be leaving through the back" he says grumbling. -----signature-----
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	carys looks up in surprise at the mention of Arideregh's name. Have ya been seein her Nerul? carys smiles warmly. She be needing a man who can reign her a wee bit but not allow that spirit to die. Ye would do nicely together. Carys smiles sweetly at nerul -----signature-----
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{old}KytaniaSteel Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"Actually, The Chaos Twins are what myself and my twin sister Arideregh are commonly known as among friends." Switching her cards around in her hand, her eyes flicking up to meet Crispians and Tobyas' gaze before again resting on her cards. "I will leave the explaination of that up to either Carys or Nerul, if ye wish to hear one." -----signature-----
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	Nerul eyes widen in suprise. "ladys if I see your sister on one side of the road I do my best to cross to the other. Not that I dislike her don't get me wrong shes just a little. . . unsettling" he says grumbling -----signature-----
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	Her heart sank a bit, but Adelia nodded to her husband. "No, no, don't argue over it. 'Tis obvious ye dinnae want te be here, and if ye want me to leave, I'll leave. We'll nae worry about the confusions now." The druid turned to the barkeep, "I'll be needin' my mace back, if ye wouldn't mind." Turning he made his back to the bar and Adelia watched a group of Albs speaking fast enough to make her head spin. She smiled slightly--'twas just as well she leave now, goodness knows she couldn't keep up with the likes of that lively party. Morden handed her the heavy black mace and Adelia slipped it under her cloak. She beckoned to the lynx to follow, and with a big feline yawn it wandered over to her side. Adelia sent one saddened glance at Ayslyn, and then took Suilebhain's hand in hers. "Alright, a ghra, let's go home." ((good lord <boggles at the number of posts> someone's been busy... maybe I'll bring Tay in later for drinks and moose dancing... but i'm not ever going near the timeline confusion, i'm naturally blonde, let's not confuse me any more than i already genetically am)) -----signature-----
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	carys laughs sweetly at Tobyas "Nay my Lord, tis the name our guild leader gave Kyt and Ari." "He never knew whether he be horse back or walking with the two jestin all the time." She sneaks a peek at Kyt. "Oh Course, tis not all their fault, ye must understand, he gave them much in which to work with." -----signature-----
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	With a smile, Crispian shook his head. "I'm a twin, myself, so I can guess," he said, his voice a slightly raspy tenor as he took another pull of ale from the tankard. "Auntie used to say that if Jash and I could be night and day, the world would know no rest or peace til they two wert pulled asunder." He smiled. "Of course, adulthood has carried us apart." He took a deep drink of his mug. "I miss him." -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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	Looking at Crispian with interest. "A twin you say? Have you not spoken with him for some time then?" Smiling at Carys. "Could I help it when we were given so much fodder for the fire in our jesting with him? A strong man would be able to handle us, he was just too weak to do so." -----signature-----
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"Oh, Jashen and I saw each other just a bit more than a fortnight ago, before he turned south to Caer Witrin for some training." He looked a bit melancholic, and Tobyas roughly wrapped an arm about his shoulders. "But soon, I know..." he smiled a tight little smile. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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	Looking at Crispian somberly, Kytania places a hand over his upon the table. "I know what it is to feel the absense of one close to you. Should ever you need an ear, my friend...look my way." Sighing a bit, she takes a long drink from her tankard, and motions for yet another. All sense of time becoming hazy for her. -----signature-----
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	carys hearing the hurt, and suddenly feeling his pain instinctively reaches out and touches Crispian's arm. She looks into his eyes and smiled gently. "I be sorry for thy pain my Lord." she softly replies when she sees the deep pain hiding within his eyes. She closes her eyes for a moment and allows her mind to run free. She channels the power of the goddess and the love that flows thru her veins and sends it into Crispian. She allowes herself to be drained once again and quietly sits back to regain her strength. -----signature-----
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	His eyes were held by the woman's as he felt a flowing energy wash over him. His heart calmed, and even the mild buzz from the ale seemed gone, his senses sharpened. Tobyas raised an eyebrow. "Well, tis said many things are possible, and even the Apostle said we'd know not all the ways." He laughed a half-laugh. "I guess I just may be damned after." -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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	"You must tell us a tale, then Lord Crispian! Something witty!" Grinning impishly to downplay her demanding tone, Kytania props her chin up in her palm, her cards forgotten. -----signature-----
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	Nerul grumbling gathers up all the cards and begins playing solitaire "Aye Crispian another tale if you would to lighten the mood my friend" While motioning to the barmaid for yet another drink. -----signature-----
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	Crispian looked at them all, then to Toby who only smiled and shrugged. "Well, let me think on it, and I shall, but perhaps later." ((headed home from work, see some of ya all in Realm!)) -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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{old}carys1 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Carys leaning back in her chair smiles softly and looks at Crispian. "aye my lord, do ye have a fun tale to tell?" She sits quietly, slowly sipping the mead and tries not to show the energy drain she is suffering. She catches the expression of mirth on her sister's sweet beautiful face and smiles as she watches her. She glances back over to Nerul who seems to have goten quiet. She watches him enjoy his drink and tries hard not to laugh outloud at the memory of the last time Nerul drank a "wee bit". She looks back over to Kyt and wonders if her mind is on that night when nerul rode proudly into their group naked and danced for the sisters under the full moon. Carys chuckles quietly hoping not to bring notice to herself. -----signature-----
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NerulSorn Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Nerul looks up from his drink at Carys a smirk upon his face "Carys dear? why do you giggle? perhaps you have a story to share with us?" ((headed home from work, also)) -----signature-----
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{old}carys1 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Carys looks over at nerul then Kyt and smiles. "I was justing remembering how ye danced naked with Kyt and Ari under the full moon and enertained us that night with much mirth." 'I must admit that midnight ride with Ari naked upon thy horse was quite the sight to see.' She chuckles "I best let those who danced with thee tell the tale." She sits back in her chair and feels suddenly very weary. "Humm, I needs to be getting home nerul, but perhaps they have a room to rent for a short rest." -----signature-----
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{old}KytaniaSteel Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Rubs the bridge of her nose for a moment before saying, "I would like to point out that Nerul was naked while he danced. I chose to remain clothes." Grins a bit and hides her face in her mug of ale. -----signature-----
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{old}carys1 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	carys chuckles warmly "Tis true sweet sister, tis the only way they could tell ye and ari apart for there be nothin more to her likin than dancin naked under the moon." Carys tries hard not to giggle at Nerul's displeasure. "I be thinkin it must be some religious rite he needs to practice, for he rides his horse everywhere that ways now." Carys sits back in her chair and begins to giggle with Kyt. -----signature-----
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Salamander323 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Suilebhain noticed the look of sadness from his wife over her shoulder, felt the condescension from Ayslyn, thought about the long trek, and the worry, and for a moment, felt everything drain from him. Everything. He was empty again. "Do what ye like, Adelia. When ye are done, I'll be outside." He wanted to flee into the night. Instead, he edged to the door, sheathing but not relinquishing his weapon. "It is where I am most of the time, anyway, it seems." -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn shook his head, sadly, as he saw that Suilebhain had misunderstood what he was trying to do. "There are walls, and there are walls," he thought to himself, reminded of the way he tried to keep himself away from too close a relationship with anyone. "If you are uncomfortable, then I will not try to hold you here, my Friend," the emphasis on the last word was clear. Ayslyn held out his hand to Suilebhain. Tayana was forcing him to return to the man he had been long ago, before Esme had died. A man who reveled in strong friendships and the company of others. He only felt it fair, that he pay her back for it by helping someone else break down their walls. "Don't let us leave on ill terms. While your wife, your daughter, your clan, and while I am around, you will never be left out. Not unless you wish it. I will hold a seat here for you. My only wish is that someday you will accept it, even if only for a short while, and give me a chance to prove that this place is a good one." He extended his hand a little farther. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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Salamander323 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Right about this moment, Suilebhain's despair had heightened to an almost tangible degree. He has seen how Adelia responded to the idea of leeaving her little party with Ayslyn, and felt the words of the elder Elf like a whipcrack, whether intended that way or not. Elves who had lived for a long time seemed somehow aloof to the point of arrogant, but it was not really their fault. When one lives for a millenium, the turnover of friends or lovers almost makes a moment in one's life seem trivial. Suilebhain, on the other hand, had not lived a long time. He looked to Adelia, the disappointment in her eyes, and realized that they did not share a soul. She seemed to enjoy the company of others more than his, as evidenced in the way she would act when he came upon her with some of her old Dragon friends. Now, it was Ayslyn. Not that they were lovers, just friends, but friends in a way that he could never be with her. He only needed her, while she seemed to need many. The Champion took the outstretched hand of the Ranger and shook it quickly and firmly, releasing it quickly. He did not meet Ayslyn's eyes, however, as he turned toward the door. "Perhaps another time, lad..." -----signature-----
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Silently Adelia thought of many colorful words to curse elves and their stubborn, thick-headed, set in their dusty old ways mindsets. Reaching out she grasped Suilebhain's hand, following him closely as he turned to leave. If he was going to go, she was going with him, whether he was upset with her or not. The door shut behind them and quietly the pair began making their way away from the Crossroads, the atmosphere thick and uncomfortable around them. Turning her head slightly she glanced back at the warm glow of the tavern, hoping that she might lose her way one day and stumble across it again. -----signature-----
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Salamander323 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Suilebhain stopped short and turned to face Adelia. In the dim moonlight, he could see a shiny trail leading from each eye. He knew that he had been a fool. Often knowing it made it worse, and in this case, nothing could make him feel worse. He needed to feel better. He kissed her. It was a simple, sincere, gentle kiss that said what words could not say. "I am sorry, a ghra." Turning about, he nearly dragged her back into the tavern. This time, before Morden had even opened his mouth to deliver his customary greeting, the Champion slapped a myriad of weapons and his pack into the startled barkeep's arms. He moved through the crowd, an anxious Adelia in tow. As she saw the obeject of Suilebhain's attention, she raised her voice scoldingly. "Don't ye be hittin' him, a ghra! He did nae do anything but be me friend....our friend!" Suilebhain stopped in front of Ayslyn and released Adelia's hand just long enough to wrap his arms around the Ranger with speed that surprised even himself. "Thank ye, Friend!" he said with relief, as he completed the embrace by vigorously patting Ayslyn on the back. "Thank ye!" With that, he stepped back, composed himself, and fired off a brisk salute to the still baffled Ranger. He then turned to Adelia. "Now, where is that food ye were talkin' about?" He grinned. "And no, no stories tonight. Time enough for talkin' later. For now, let us enjoy the moment." -----signature-----
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Tatton Posts: 2,332 Registered: Jul 19, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,279 User ID: 698,884	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Tatton ate his fill, and washed a bit of it with the ale. He looked down and noticed that half a bowl remained. His stomach had shrunk a bit it seems. He placed it on the floor and with a kick sent it sliding across to the floor towards the lynx, who barely looked up before helping himself to cleansing the bowl. Tatton watched the amazing tales being told around him, and marveled at the merriment being shared by the Albions at a table nearby. The crossroads were here for Tatton surely. This is what he needed, more than anything, (well.... almost anything). But his spirit was being awakened, in an environment that was a second home to the bardagh. Ayslyn with his tale left him quite curious, and he had intended to ask some private things of the elf. But this was not the place for such. The dealings between Suilebaihne, Adelia and Ayslyn seemed a bit disturbing to Tatton. But when Suilebaihne stomped back in the inn towards Ayslyn... and welcomed him in a brotherly embrace... Tatton gave a cheer, surprising himself. A light was beginning to burn once again in the bard. -----signature----- Tatton - The Pux - Play Nice!!
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn grinned happily as Adelia and Suilebhain made there way back to her table. "No, thank you my friend." he whispered. He looked back to the bar, grinning, and made his way back to Tatton. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	For everything there is a time, and when one is being chased by several trolls twice your size and season, it is time to RUN! One advantage the heroine had over her pursuers was her speed; as a Celt she was lean and lithe and could easily slip past trees and brush that the trolls had to either push over or stomp down. But, Tayana was a heroine, not druid or ranger, and therefore not acclimated to tearing through forested areas. The treacherous tree root spontaneously leapt up and hooked itself over the toe of her boot, sending the girl tumbling forward, and then, as her luck would have it, down a small hill. "Oof!" The air exploded from her chest as she landed with a bone jarring thump. Sputtering and coughing, it took her several moments to catch her breath. No angry troll's giant axe struck while she gathered herself, and Tayana prayed silently that she had lost those who had been chasing her. Staggering to her feet, she felt a dribble of blood trickle down her chin and reaching up she found she had split her lip. She cursed bitterly in several languages, some not even spoken in the realms, and wiped the blood from her face. Combined with the darkening bruise across her cheek, the Celt looked more and more like a battered wife every day... At the edge of her hearing Tayana caught the faint sounds of music and laughter and frowned. She was far out in the frontier, whatever could be creating those sounds? Cautiously moving in the direction of the noise, she spied a... a pub? Tayana blinked, then rubbed her eyes. Aye, 'twas a pub alright. Shaking her head in disbelief she came closer, reading the sign above the door. It read, in several languages, some of which she recognized but knew they had no business being in the realms: "The Crossroads Tavern and Inn." Shrugging, she sheathed her broadsword and pushed the door open, and stepped into a room thick with song, laughter, spirits and a scent that held the tantalizing promise of a warm meal. Tayana grinned. As her eyes continued to adjust she began to recognize some of the people spread throughout the tavern; a few members of Nawg seemed to be energetically tearing up the dance floor, Lord Suilebhain and his lady the armorsmith were sharing a table, and the heroine nodded respectfully in their direction. Then she spotted Ayslyn, and burst into laughter. Of course he was here, he had a habit of being everywhere she least expected to see him. "Welcome te the Crossroads Tavern," a man greeted her. "I be Morden, the barkeep here. 'Fraid I'll need those weapons lass, they're nae allowed 'ere." Tayana looked down at her armor, cursed under her breath, and raised an eyebrow at Morden. "All the weapons?" she asked. "Aye, all the weapons," he replied with a nod. Tayana sighed. "Ye have a room I could have then?" The barkeep gave her a puzzled look and she smiled slightly. "I've a few... last resort weapons on me, and if ye want 'em, I'll need a room, unless ye want me to strip in the doorway, and I'm much too sober te even consider that right now." Morden laughed, a deep rumbling belly-laugh that reminds a person of old family celebrations and their favorite uncle. "This way then," he said, directing her to a room. -----signature-----
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Wolf.Knight Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	After having his fill of dancing and ale, Raelian politely excused himself and stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. Being inside and seing the people from all three of the waring realms in there, drinking and dancing and making merry almost brought a tear to his eye. It reminded Rae of the stories the Elders used to tell of a glorious time before. A time when all the land was under one High King and peace reigned throughout the realm. Setting down a full flaggon he has swiped on the way out, Raelian sighed as he looked up at the stars and remembered yet more tales of long ago. Tales like how those who died bravely in battle or somehow did something of great importance to one or many of the clans became a star when they died, and floated up to the sky to shine for those below. Raelian hoped that some day, when his mission was over, that he too would join those stars in the heavens and shine for the generations to come. As the thoughts passed in his mind he pondered, as he always did, his purpose for joining this war. He wanted to bring peace for the land, to bring it back to the way it was as the height of King Arthur's reign. United under one High King, the land would flourish once again, and farmlands and the fields of the faerie wouldn't become battlegrounds, soaked int he blood of noble warriors. But simply wanting peace would achieve nothing. Wishing for peace and pleading for the other sides to lay down there arms would be futile. Every person had their own idea of how to unite the kingdoms on their own terms, or to keep them apart and let them become autonomous. But the road to peace was a bloody one, with those vieing for power even against their own kin this war would not end anytime soon. Trailing off from his thoughts Raelian looked down at the still full flaggon in his hands as the sound of merriment and music once again began to reach his ears. Smiling to himself Raelian added to that thought, "But there is still hope." And walked back inside. -----signature-----
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	Carys watched the knight exit the tavern with a full tankard still in his hand. She smiled as she could hear and feel what he was thinking as he stood and studied the stars. She stood quietly in the corner near the fire trying to keep warm. She could hear and feel what everyone was experiencing, their joys, their sorrows, their hopes and dreams. She closed her eyes and stood quietly soaking up everything to keep with her as a memory so she could stay her course and do the work the Goddess had requested. When she felt she had what she needed, she made a step foreward towrds the door and bumped into someone coming in. She felt herself stumble and fall backwards looking up in the face of Raelian. -----signature-----
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{old}Raven_Dark Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Shamis Stares dumb foundly at what he sees. Looking around most of the people gone "missing" are hear sharing drink and stories. Shaking his head he stands in a corner making sure it is not a cover and observing the soroundings. Shamis McCullen -----signature-----
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ShadoeNS Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Hate to be ooc on such a good thread ... but Adelia I want those twinkies ... they look delicious ... -----signature-----
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Wolf.Knight Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	<Raelian's combat reflexes quickly kicked in just before he ran into the lass, his hand that held the flaggon moving to a point behind him so he didn't splash the poor lass as his other hand qiuckly wrapped around her waist and kept her from falling over. Looking into Carys eyes he blushed a little and smiled. He gently righted her and removed his arm from her waist, blushing slightly.> "My apologies m'lady, dinnae see you there" -----signature-----
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Since she had to peel the scale off to get at a hidden blade or two anyway, Tayana opted to don her civilian wear, a deep blue tunic that her fashion consultant, the little bard Mary Brennae, had assured her brought out the blue of her eyes, and had also assured Tayana not to mind the plunging neckline, as the heroine "might want to resemble a girl someday." The leggings and boots were much more reasonable, as Brennae lost those arguments. And while she was at it, Tayana took the time to run a brush through her long blonde hair before reappearing in the tavern. Weaving her way to the bar, she handed her weapons over to Morden, and eyed the collection of bottles neatly lining the wall. Tayana sighed. "I'd almost kill for a good Blackburrow stout," she murmured sadly. A familiar squat bottle of murky green glass was placed in front of her, and Tayana's jaw dropped. Wide eyed she stared at Morden as the barkeep watched her reaction. "Ye don't have te kill for it lass, but first round's always paid for with a tale, and ye'd best 'ave a good one fer a drink as rare as that one is in these parts," he informed her with a grin. Nodding, Tayana picked up the bottle reverently, barely able to fight the flood of memories that washed over her. "Well then," she said, clearing her throat. Pausing she turned and motioned Ayslyn over to join her at the bar. "Hello Ays. If I have to tell a tale, I'm makin' ye listen to it. I rather think ye'll like this one. 'Tis a tale of a cleric and a goblin prince." Smirking she settled herself back to tell her tale, absently fidgeting with the precious bottle of stout while she began her tale... ((the twinkies are mine! all mine! more story to come, after i drag myself home from work (i work till close, bleh))) -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	OOC Ah.. The life of the closer... I know it well Ayslyn sat next to the heroine, and raised an eyebrow curiously. "I'm game. A cleric and a goblin prince. This aught to be good." He grinned. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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{old}Raven_Dark Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"What be y'er story lad? Wha' 'as turned ye into such a synical person that ye canna share a drink in good company?" Still in shock from what he sees, Shamis slowly turns around once more to face the barkeep. A somber expression crosses his face. "What turned me as such? Loyality, that some realms seem to have frogotten, to a dream. Rasing a brother by y'er self. When Parents have been killed for that same dream. That few now remember. Hibernia, being the first to leave, claimed my father..." Shamis begins his story, " He was in the party that had gone to see why their ambassadors had stopped comming to pay their tythe, as per custom, for the good of the realm. As they passed by Crim, a place me father had spent many a day trainign with the champions of hibernia, they were ambushed by several nightshades. As the nightshades brought death from within, the hib archers rained death from above! He was killed before he could even draw his sword! He who had spent the latter part of his career in service to the church as a palidn, was cut down like not more then Chattle!" A flicker crosses his face, a brief break in the other wise calm and collected demenor. "As bad as that was me m'um suffered worse at the hands of midgard.. Several people suspected that it 'twould be but a short time before midgard followed suit... Her information on where,when and how many allowed for our forces to stop them before they took camelot itself." shamis's voice begins to rise, "She was captured before she could leave their realm... By the time the guild of shadows found her and managed to get a reacue party into the heathen realm... she had been ravaged for months..." a grim expresion crosses shamis face as his voice increases almost to a yell but backed by the tone of steel, "They had burnt out her eyes, cut out her tounge... and done worse..." rage flashes in shamis's eyes as he speaks next. " I WAS FIVE! How would you FEEL?" He slams his fist into the bartop, yelling the end of his tale so loud it was heard over the music. Realizing that most of the bar is staring at him, Shamis says," pardon me" in a soft voice and steps outside, and walks tp the end of the patio outside, completely forgetting about his weapons that the barkeep still holds... -------------------------------------------- ooc yes this is shamis's history and sarati if he remembers helped role play an even where shamis was MIA for a week to to the anaversery o fhis mothers death and he almost drank himself to death Shamis McCullen <49.3 infil> (shroud) -----signature-----
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	Shamis Coughs and stares out into the night.. --------------------------------------------- ooc rp bump Shamis McCullen -----signature-----
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{old}carys1 Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	carys gasps as his arm wraps around her and keeps her on her feet in one sudden move. She feels herself flush to her core as she stares into the knight's eyes. "Nay My Lord, " she whispers softly, in her lilting tone. "Twas my fault, I dinna see thee come in, I think ye still be standin outs. . . " she grows quiet as she realizes what she was about to admit. She continues to study his face and eyes. "Twas my error, but I thank thee heartily for savin me." She smiles and curtseys low. after a few moments of silence, with the knight studying her as well, she breaks the silence. "Have ye ever been here before My Lord? Tis a curious place." -----signature-----
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Smirking she settled herself back to tell her tale, absently fidgeting with the precious bottle of stout while she began her tale... "Once in a small kingdom in a land far from the realms lived a very handsome prince. He was spoiled, as many princes are; surrounded by beautiful, fine things and servants to cater to his every whim. The prince grew to be a cold hearted young man, caring not a whit for his people. One day a great elven enchantress was traveling through the kingdom, and the suffering she saw there pained her greatly. She placed a terrible curse upon the handsome prince, transforming him into a goblin. He could never speak of who and what he truly was, and as a goblin he would remain until he either learned the value of life, or ended his suffering in death... "The prince despaired at his ill fortune--he had lost everything! His comfortable palace, all his riches and servants, all were gone. Shunned by townspeople, even shunned by other goblins who didn't understand his peculiar ways, he had nowhere to go. After a great deal of lonely wandering he happened upon a small band of goblins outside of a town named Shadowdale, and they took in their poor, confused cousin. "Unbeknownst to the prince, a band of adventurers was meeting in the town, bent upon exploring an abandoned mage's tower not far away. Traveling with these adventurers was a fair young half elven lass, a cleric of modest talents but ambitious to serve her god to the best of her ability. The party set out from Shadowdale towards the tower, where they were soon spotted by the band of goblins. Gleefully the goblins planned a surprise attack, certain that the rag tag group would be no match for their superior numbers." Tayana paused, shaking her head and muttering about the idiocy of goblins under her breath. "They attacked, but much to the goblins' surprise, were quickly defeated. All of the goblin party was slain, all but one: the goblin prince, who miraculously survived. "The adventurers wanted to slay the surviving goblin, but the soft hearted cleric would not hear of it. It had suffered enough, the poor thing, and had surely learned its lesson; her companions argued that the goblin, if freed, would continue to terrorize the nearby townspeople. So, they compromised, and brought the goblin with them. Suddenly the prince found himself a part of an adventuring party, and a rather eccentric one at that... "A series of odd twists and turns befell the party, and as they dealt with each new problem the bond between them grew stronger, but the prince always felt like an outsider. After all, to the majority of the party, he was nothing but a goblin. To the cleric however, the goblin presented a sort of challenge. She believed that, with a little effort, he could be more than the simple goblin everyone else thought him to be. For you see, being a half elf, she had a unique perspective on life, never quite belonging anywhere and suffering the prejudices of others, and so an odd friendship developed between the pair. Thrilled that someone saw more in him than just a gnarled little goblin, the prince followed the cleric everywhere, sitting always at her side and being first to defend her in combat. The cleric's brother even dubbed the prince with the honorary title of cleric's bodyguard. "One day as they were traveling the adventurers encountered a cult of lizardmen attempting to summon a dragon. Naturally the lizardmen didn't want to be stopped, and as an adventuring party it was their duty to stop the lizardmen. Long and hard fought was the battle, it seemed as though scores upon scores of the lizardmen assaulted the party, and then there was the great red dragon to deal with. Several times it seemed as though one of the companions would fall, but each time the cleric was there with her war hammer and her healing prayers. Finally the battle had ended, the dragon and its minions defeated, but there was no joy at the victory. At the cleric's feet lay the body of her goblin friend, bleeding and broken and moments away from death after having taken a wound that had been meant for the cleric. To her dismay she found that in her exhaustion she had no strength left for another healing spell. Crying she held her dying friend in her arms and prayed to her god that the goblin might be spared, that she might be granted just one more bit of strength, just one more bit of healing, anything that would save him. "As her tears fell upon the body of the goblin a strange thing occurred. Glowing light surrounded his body, but it wasn't the glow of healing, but something entirely different. As the party looked on in stunned amazement the body of the dying goblin changed, transforming into that of a human--living, breathing and without a scratch on him. The prince's curse had been broken, for not only had he learned to care enough for another to sacrifice himself to save her, but he had earned the love of a lass wise enough to look past a surface, even one as hideous as a goblin's, and to see something of value within." Spinning the bottle one last time in her hands, the heroine finally uncorked it and took a long drink of the stout. Smiling blissfully, she gently set the bottle down upon the bar. "'Tis not the best story, I know. I never claimed to be much of a storyteller. But, well, I've always been partial to it," Tayana said, shrugging slightly. -----signature-----
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	A man wrapped in a black cape with the cowl pulled over his head walks into the tavern and looks around cautiously. The tavern is rather busy so he scans the room quickly for an empty seat. He moves hastily across the room to an empty table in the corner and sits silently. As the barmaid walks by he reaches out with his right hand and touches her wrist exposing a golden signet ring bearing a rampant lion. "Lass, might you bring me a pint of ale?" asked the man in a distinctively Highlander tone. As the barmaid nodded and walked away he looked about the room and just listened to the tales being spun. A smile came upon his face as he nodded his approval. -----signature-----
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	With a faraway look in her eyes, Fatima fingered the lute. Yual had been here, but he was gone. She'd seen him, surely, but she'd lost him during the momentary distraction by the bard. She glanced at him. He was surrounded by friends it seemed, and looked much happier now. Perhaps this lute was the embodiment of sadness, for her heart started breaking the moment she picked it up. She had long ago forgotten how to cry, but tears welled in her heart. She began to sink into an empty chair when from the bar she heard, "I WAS FIVE! How would you FEEL?" Alarmed, she looked at Morden. He calmed her with a barely perceptable wave of his hand. It was okay. The young man softened and looked almost embarassed as he pardoned himself and walked quickly out of the tavern. Fatima had the urge to follow him. -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn shook his head, grinning. "No lass, it was a fine tale, and finely told." He watched, out of the corner of his eye, as Shamis left, and Fatima followed. He hoped that the lass would be able to help him. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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	<Smiling, Raelian averted his gave from the fair lady in front of him and looked up to the clear night sky before turning back to her. "Nay lady, this place is new to me, but i've been here for several hours. Tis a peaceful and jovial place. I'm afraid that I don't want to leave it" <Raelian flashed a grin as he loked back at the tavern, seeing the many peoples gathered and still laughing and drinking, taking a second look to make sure once again that he was not dreaming.> <Edit : Spelling. blegh> -----signature-----
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	Sipping her ale, Tayana raised an eyebrow at Ayslyn. "Okay, yer turn, ye owe me a new tale, since ye've told me the same one 'bout three times now." -----signature-----
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	Yual stood there, her cloak and book in his hands, looking around the room. All of a sudden he caught a glimpse of Fatima, her head poking over the sholder of someone he didnt recognize. Yual making his way through the tavern occupiants, one troll in particular impeding his movements. He heard a familiar voice and looked twords the source. "Just what has shorty gotten himself into?" thought Yual, resuming his trek through the array of chairs and tables. Finally he slipped up behind Fatima and bent to whisper in her ear, "Ye should nae leave these lying about darling." -----signature-----
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	She took a step towards the door to follow the troubled young man, but stopped suddenly when she felt someone come up behind her. When Fatima heard her love's voice whisper in her ear, her heart leapt for joy! In her haste to turn around and embrace him, she dropped the lute on the floor. Yual bent to pick her up as she threw her arms around his neck and held him fast. Happiness radiated from the pair in their silent greeting. -----signature-----
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	Carys smiled shyly at the burly knight. "aye tis a beautful night," she replied to his looking back out at the sky. "Go back and enjoy thyself my lord. Ye look as tho ye could still use some cheerin up." She gazed at him with her sage-green eyes. "I too wish not to leave, for I have seen a miracle here this day." She curtseys humbly to him and smiles warmly at him. "Twas my pleasure to meet thee My Lord. If ye wish to remember my name I am always willing to help with what ever ye stand in need of." She smiles again and begins to slip past him out the door. -----signature-----
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	The Highlander glanced around the room and saw faces from all of the realm. All of whom sat and laughed together. Many of them may have been people he had faced in battle yet, for some reason, he had not even the slightest urge to confront them here. He would do nothing to disturb the peace of this place. Then he saw the cleric Daphnie. He thought of waving her over to him but decided against it. This night was his chance to just sit and listen. For once, he did not have to take part in any of the bantering. He rather enjoyed that thought. -----signature-----
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Wolf.Knight Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Raelian gently grabs the girl by the arm to stop her. "Would'st thou tell me of thy name so that I may remember it?" -----signature-----
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	She looks up into his eyes and blushes. "I be sorry my lord." she curtseyes low and humbly. "I be carys." she pauses for a second "If'n ye need my proper name and title it be Carys Ardeth of Greywolfe High Priestess to the Goddess from the Order of the Gryphon" She stood quietly waiting for his response. For when she told them there was always a reaction and response. -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"A new tale," he chuckled for a bit, "Lass, all of my tales are, like myself, very old." He grinned as she looked at him. "Alright, very well. A new tale it is. This is a tale from before I met Esme. Our adventuring company was small, but tight knit. There was myself, my good friend, Alec Boru, a mage of some renown, " Ayslyn grinned, "And a young cavalier named Tellerion," Ayslyn frowned at the mention of the lad. "This was the core of our group. Others joined us from time to time; the warrior woman Miranda, champion to a king and land long lost to the sands of the desert, and of time; Talaria, a lovely cleric; Figgit, a mage and saurial, who had awakened Miranda from the enchanted slumber that she had been in; Violet, who had been a young waif living on the streets of Skullport, victim of a gods wrath for helping us, and later, she became a priestess of Mystara; and of course," he smiled fondly, "Esme." "But I digress. This all happened on one of our excursions into the Forest of Wyrms. A foul tract that was home to no less than six green dragons. Along with their pets. There were so many snakes in the Forest that it seemed as though the ground were alive. Now, Alec had a curious, and very strong, aversion to snakes. Luckily for him, and unluckily for Cyric and his followers, he had won in a game just one week prior a ring which was able to grant a single wish." Ayslyn grinned, remembering. "With a flourish, Alec raised the ring, and shouted 'I wish that all of the snakes in the Forest of Wyrms were teleported to Zentil Keep right now.'" Ayslyn chuckled. "Now as I am sure you remember, Zentil Keep is the main concentration of Cyric's worshipers. Now while the Forest was not the largest of its like, such as the Great Forest in the north, it was not a small piece of land. A man ahorse would have to ride for 5 days just to cross it. And as I said, it was virtualy carpeted with snakes, not to mention the tree-dwelling ones. In an instant, we had eradicated a hefty chunk of Cyric's followers, burying them alive. I can tell you, having had a run in with him later, that Cyric was not very happy." Ayslyn grinned and took a sip from his flask. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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	Chuckling, she shook her head. "Sounds like something Peregin would do. He had a talent for finding new and creative ways to get himself in trouble and drag us all along with him. I don't think we angered any gods, though. Demons, yes. We found out the hard way that ye shouldn't pick on the little demons, because they will come lookin' for ye when they're all grown up and unholy powerful..." Tayana shivered, and took a long drink of the stout. "Ye have any tales that aren't from the old days? Like perhaps how ye met that Alb lass we ran into in the frontier not long ago?" she asked, glancing around the room at the scattering of inhabitants of Albion. It seemed as though a few new ones had wandered in while they had been trading tales. Eyeing a highlander she hadn't noticed before she sighed inwardly--they were all so damn tall! No wonder they seemed to so enjoy pummeling her in battle, she must look like a lurikeen to them... -----signature-----
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Daphnie_GVSR Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Johnedward snored softly as he sat on the lawn of Emain while Daphnie drummed her fingers over her chain leggings waiting for signs of his stirring. "It's amazing how he can sleep with his eyes open like that," she thought to herself. Sighing in exasperation, she glanced at a nearby Albion guard who nodded at her in understanding: No enemy would molest the sleeping armsman as long as the guards stood watch. Daphnie felt a little better and stood, shaking out the grass and lawn clippings from her cloak. She surveyed the area as the sun started downwards. Emain Macha, without its native Hibernians or invading Mids, was a lovely and peaceful place. She breathed in the sweet grass smell and sighed, wondering what to do with herself now. She and John were supposed to explore Emain together this night, but the hard work he'd done earlier helping his Thorns defend Caer Renaris had exhausted him. She was more than understanding and knew that the armsman had to sleep when he could, she just wished it wasn't on their date night. She had three options: she could walk back into the portal keep and return to Albion, she could stay here and watch her husband sleep, or she could explore alone and hope that any hidden foe simply ignored her presence. "Oh well," she glanced back at his sleeping form and walked away from the keep. Minutes later, she surprised herself by walking though the Albion Mile Gate unaccosted. She felt eyes on her with every step, but since there was nothing the defenseless healing cleric could do about it, she simply resoved to keep going until she could go no further. Past the Thimble she walked and then south for what seemed an extraordinarily long time. It was fully night now, and Daphnie began to think that perhaps she should have stayed at the keep with John. She clutched her scry stone waiting for him to awaken. She could hear voices in the treeline and dared not suppose what made them. Shadowy figures danced in her peripheral vision, only to disappear as her eyes darted to find them. Her heartbeat quickened as did her steps. Emain had given way to Briefine, and Daphnie's envisioned peace of the lovely Hibernian frontier melted away into the realities of its dangers. Out of nowhere, she felt something sharp and hot pierce her thigh. An arrow! From the woods! "Damn Hibs," she muttered and turned around to sprint towards a cluster of large stones in which she thought to hide. Running torchless through the darkness and calling on healing blessings for her injuries, she didn't quite see what it was that she tripped and struck her head upon. "I really ought to wear that darn ugly helm more often. It's got a use, after all," Daphnie woke up next to a wooden bench. She stood as quickly as her woozy head would allow, and tried to regain her dignity in case anyone had been watching her. Looking around she did not immediately see anyone, and took the opportunity to kick the bench for its crime. "Owie," she cried as the bench won their second engagement. Hopping around, she spied an albion assasin nearby. He must have been stealthing earlier, she decided and sniffed as her cheeks flushed. "Well hallo there, young, uh, man. I'm Daphnie McCormick. And you are...?" she called out carefully. She'd love for the protection of an assasin out here in the wilds, but she certainly didn't want to attract the attention of another arrow. The man nodded at her, and she thought she almost saw him try to hide a grin. Daphnie held out her gloved hand in greeting and began to walk forward, but somehow managed to trip over the forgotten helm that had rolled from her pack. Face down on the ground, the avalonian cursed the day she'd held her breath until her mother had allowed her to quit Charm School. She picked her head up and blew a wisp of blond hair out of her face. "Oh, there it is!" she said loudly, for the assasin and any other witnesses to overhear, "I thought I'd lost that!" She stood up again and brushed away the bits of leaves from her chain armor. And that's when she noticed it. Instead of grassy, this area was deeper, richer, just simply... brown leafier than she'd remembered what she thought must have been minutes ago. She knelt to replace her helm in her pack and stood again. This time the assasin spoke to her, "Daphnie, the entrance is around the front there," he pointed. "Good lord," she thought, "the entrance to what?" "Crossroads Tavern and Inn," the sign stated fairly clearly in a jumble of different languages and writings. She looked up at the building in wonder at its existance. Squeezing her scry stone, she futiley willed John to wake up. "He's soooo never gonna believe this," she mumbled as she pushed opened the wooden door. -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"Azi? No, I don't think that I shall," He shook his head. "The little that I could tell you would just make you hungry for more, and I am sure she would not like someone speaking of what happened. Suffice to say, that I had seen her a number of times, though she did not know it at the time, and she was in less than comfortable circumstances when I revealed myself to her. I was gathering information to aid a good lad who was losing the fight with a rather nasty sorceress. And if you wish to know more about that," he pointed across the room at Crispian, "You'ld do better asking the lad himself. A lad who wouldn't make you feel like a 'keen, unlike Arguyle over there," he indicated the highlander. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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	Stepping into the tavern, Daphnie was shocked and delighted at what she saw. Here were the inhabitants of three warring realms sharing peace as though Arthur were still alive. She smiled, both for the sight that warmed her heart, and for the realization that here was a safe haven; she would not be host to any more arrows tonight. She removed her cloak and smoothed the bib of her brand new armor, freshly dyed in McCormick Teal. Softly she sighed, wishing she could heal the colorblindness that her husband suffered from; an act that would ease the suffering of the rest of the McCormick family who wore his armor color as well. As she reached to hang her cloak on a peg, she scanned the crowd that was eating, drinking, laughing, dancing, talking and... embracing? Was that Keisha's brother Yual over there with his arms around the little saracen girl? Those two were such a dramatically quiet couple in the Guardians. And who were the two she'd stepped past in the doorway? It looked like a somewhat familiar kilted Highlander woman staring into the soft eyes of a Celt. Daphnie blushed and looked away. How many others knew about this place? She spied Arguyle MacFadden sitting on his own and was about to call out to him when she realized that the peg had not caught her cloak. She bent to snatch it from the floor and tried to rehang it, this time devoting more attention to the hooking of the hood. Daphnie turned around once again intending to wave to Arguyle and catch his eye, but startled to see a little old man standing in front of her. "Din' mean ta scare ye lass. Welcome te' the Crossroads Tavern. Te' folks here call me barkeep or Morden. Can ah take ye cloak?" "Um, no," Daphnie gestured towards her cloak on the peg but turned around as Morden raised a brow at her. There it lay on the floor again. She scooped it up and placed it in his arms with a grateful smile. "Thank you. Nice place you have here! I love it!" The little man smiled, "Ah might warn ye, weapons aren't allowed 'ere, if'n ye dun mind ah'll take 'em off your hands." "Oh! Of course!" Daphnie scooped up her bag, which rattled with her helm and various medallions, and pushed it into Morden's arms. "Thank you!" "Er, eh, an' yer weapon as well, lass?" Daphnie looked at him a bit confused. "What? That's it. I'm a healing cleric, not an assasin. I don't use weapons." Morden nodded at the hammer that hung at her waist. "Oh! Oopsie. I totally forgot about that one," Daphnie blushed and attempted to wrestle the granite hammer from her belt loop. The magical weapon glowed a bright orange in protest as she finally slipped it off, but went quiet again as she placed it in Morden's over-full arms. "Thanks again, really. I'm Daphnie. I'm sure I won't be long. Do I need a ticket or something?" "Nay, ma'am," a stoutly woman clucked as she rescued Morden from the load. "We'd jes' be keepin' this back there. Ye kin ask fer them when ye decide te leave." "Okies. Thanks ever so much!" Daphnie smiled gratefully at the flustered pair and turned once again towards the crowd and Arguyle. -----signature-----
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"...a lad who wouldn't make you feel like a 'keen, unlike Arguyle over there," Ayslyn said, motioning to the highlander. Frowning Tayana looked down at her drink, then over at the two lads that Ayslyn had pointed out, and then at her drink once again. Yes, she was still sober, and she knew she hadn't said that aloud... "Alright," she said, pointing a warning finger at Ayslyn. "Don't be readin' my thoughts or I'll start purposely thinkin' things to disturb ye, and don't be thinkin' I can't disturb ye, I don't care how old or mad ye are, I'm still crazier." Pausing she took a long swig from the mottled green bottle. "And I'm nae drunk enough to go startin' conversations with Albs yet, so I'll just wait on those tales." -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn chuckled "I am afraid that will be quite a wait. I will tell tales that embarrass me, and I will tell tales that embarrass those who are dead, but I tell tales that embarrass the living only when I know they won't mind." He grinned, mischieviously, "And I think that you might make a better impression sober." He stood and before she could say anything, called out. "Milord Crispian. This lovely young lass would like to know how we met." -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Crispian looked up from his hushed conversation with Tobyas. "Ayslyn, my friend!" He stood quickly and sketched a bow. "I don't think she wants to hear all the sorted details," he said as he blushed a gentle shade of pink. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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	<Raelian's face registered shock for a brief moment at hearing she was an albion priestess, but quickly turned into a smile. It'd wouldn't be his first time flirting with an Albion beauty.> "Ah pleasure to meet such a beauty as thee" <Smiling still, he bent down and kissed her hand, then looked into her eyes and winked before heading back into the tavern and smiling into his ale as he took a sip> -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Aysyln chuckled as he shook his head, "No lad, the details are yours to keep or to give, I promise you that. Now, if I am not mistaken, I recognize your companion," he bowed low, "Ayslyn Greenwillow, at your service. I am glad to be able to finaly introduce myself." He grinned. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Crispian turned a deep scarlet suddenly. -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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	Toby rose and bowed to teh elf. "Yes, I am Tobyas. I believe I have heard of you, Ayslyn, yes?" -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn grinned, "Yes Father Tobyas, Ayslyn is fine. You do fine work in the Shadow Quarter. All the children speak well of you. This young lass is Tayana, one of the heroines of our land." He smiled. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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	Scowling at Ayslyn, she poked him in the shoulder quickly. "Why you--I said no such thing!" Fighting a blush she turned to Crispian. "Don't listen te him, m'lord, he's gettin' senile in his old age. I don't wish te bother ye." -----signature-----
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	Crispian laughed. "Oh, he is hardly senile, and has been of great aid to us both!" -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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	carys blushed softly as he kissed her hand. She smilingly watched him return to his seat and his drink. She turned and looked around the room. Everyone was enjoying themselves and she wished she could linger but she felt the pull to return to camelot and deal with issues she has allowed to leap ahead of her. Softly sighing she heads out of the door into the crisp clear night. She sat down on the bench by the doors and studied the night sky. She felt the tears well up and knew she didnt want anyone to see. She closed her eyes for a moment and allowed the sounds of merriment inside to fill her soul with hope. "If only Brother Ephriam could witness this." she mused, "maybe he would be able to understand why I follow the path that I do." The sudden thought of Brother Ephriam being happy at this place or peace any other way than his put a weak smile on her face. She placed her hand gently on her slightly swollen belly and sighed. "Tis time to go home little one, and face the music." With that Carys rose slowly and started to walk away. She turned to gather up one last glance. She knew if needed she could return and be filled with joy and hope. She stepped away from the clearing to give herself room. She was weary and no longer wished to wait for home. She invoked the spirits and brought down the power of the Goddess and with the blue lights swirling around her vanished from sight. -----signature-----
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{old}Arboryn Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	<<ooc: ack gotta learn to change the log-in name! (runs to do that asap)>> Arieanna sat restless in the grove. She was alone with her thoughts and they were wearing on her. Trying to hunt in the mines had not helped, especially after she had seen Suilebhain. Not bearing to face him she silently moved away and hunted elsewhere in the pit. With a sigh Arie stood and began walking out of the grove. She needed to move. With a small mew, her kitten Hato followed at her heels, the small bell on his collar jingling merrily. Glad for the company she picked up her kitten and placed it on her shoulder where it slipped into the hood of her cloak before it began to purr. Arie grabbed a horse at Connla and rode to Druim Ligen before catching a horse to the other border keep. A walk in the frontier was sure to help keep her mind off things. She made a brief stop at Dagda to show Hato the cauldron. The kitten didn't seem impressed as it yawned and curled up in her cloak to fall asleep. Chuckling, Arieanna left the keep and wandered through the frontier. Eventually she came to a clearing and sat for a moment. It was no use. She couldn't keep her mind occupied. She missed her friend greatly. Hato bounded off a short distance to play with some of the wildflowers as Arieanna began to cry softly. In her heart, Arie harbored guilt over Adelia's death. The fight she had inadvertantly caused by her innocent teasing of Suilebhain was still fresh in her mind. Maybe, if she had not happened by the pit that day, Suile and Adlia would not have had that fight and Adelia would not have felt her need to leave for the frontier. Yes she had come back, but whose to say she hadn't been weakened when she was gone? Feeling something was amiss, Arie wiped her eyes and looked around trying to place it. It came to her with a start as she realized she could no longer hear Hato's collar jingle. Pulling up her hood she stood and hurried over to where she had last seen her kitten playing. Sure enough, his small printts led off into the distance. Feeling that she couldn't be too far behind, she hurredly followed the faint trail. So intent on following her small friend's trail, she didn't notice when the landscape began to change. Soon she could once again hear a small jingling and she hurried for the sound. Other noises caused her footsteps to slow. Cautiously she crept through the area. What were the sounds of music doing out here, she thought. Arieanna stared wide-eyed from the shadows as a tavern seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Above the door hung a sign written in many languages. A small mew drew her eyes quickly to the foot of the door. There was Hato pawing the door and mewing softly. Before she could fetch him, the door opened and what appeared to be a barkeep appeared. He looked down and smiled before picking the small kitten up. "Why what ye be doin here little sir?" he chuckled. "I know what ye be wantin. A nice bowl of milk." With a smile he turned and entered the tavern and shut the door behind him. Arie rushed to the window making sure to keep herself to the shadows and peeked in. The sight that greeted her eyes made them widen even more. There were all manner of people inside. A few from her own realm, but norse and trolls and many other as well. "What be this place?" she said quietly as she pulled her cloak tighter about her shoulders. -----signature-----
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	"Oh well, Ays does seem to have a habit of showin' up when ye need him. Or when ye least expect him to," Tayana chuckled. "Good te know he was a help to ye though." Pausing, the heroine realized she'd essentially just wished an Alb well, and she shook her head slightly in disbelief. -----signature-----
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	Continueing to watch silently through the window Arieanna sees the barkeep set Hato down on the counter before turning away a moment and grabbing a bowl and filling it with milk. Arie sighed as the kitten began lapping up the milk eagerly. "I'll be having to get ye a leash now i think," she mumbled quietly to herself as she moved around to the door of the tavern. Making sure the hood of her dark cloak was up, she tried to ease the door open quietly before stepping inside. A very slight creaking made Hato's ears perk up and he mewed before jumping down fromthe bar and padding over and rubbing against Arie's legs. She greatfully bent down and picked the kitten up hugging it to her in relief. "Ah, so the little lord be yers then, miss? Was wondering what he was doin here by his lonesome." Arie started and looked up at the barkeep. She hadn't heard him approach. "Pardon me fer startlin you, miss. Names Morden" He held out his hand to her and she shifted her cat in her arms so she could shake it. "What be this place?" she asked hesitantly as she brushed a stray emerald lock of hair back under her hood. "Tis what it looks like. It be a tavern. But i'm friad if ye care to stay I'll have to take yer weapons. They not allowed here. Ye can pick em up when ye wish to leave." "My... My weapons?" she asked, her emerald eyes widening slightly. "Yes, yer weapons. And yer first drink be paid fer with a tale. Now will ye be stayin miss?" Arieanna bit her lower lip in uncertainty before nodding her head. She set Hato down at her feet and watched him scamper back to the bar where his milk still sat as she began to remove her weapons. Morden smiled at her as she handed her weapons over. "Just ask fer em when ye want em back lass." Arie nodded and silently made her way over to a stool at the bar where her cat sat purring and lappin his milk. From under her hood, her eyes continued to scaan the tavern as she listened to the various conversations and tried to struggle to understand what some of the people from the other realms were saying. Now was when she wished she had paid more attention when she was sposed to be learning the other languages..... She sighed and brushed another stray lock of hair back under her hood aas she began to pet her adventerous kitten. -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn chuckled merrily at the stricken look on Tayana's face. "The first step in understanding is realizing that we are all basicaly the same. The same things plague us all, and lift our spirits. The same ideals motivate us, regardless of realm or race." He smiled happily. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Crispian chuckled. "Not exactly the same for all, Ayslyn!" -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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	"Aye," she nodded at Crispian. "I wouldn't say the same things motivate us all. For one, I can say with near certainty, Ays, that what motivates ye is far different from what drives me." -----signature-----
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Arieanna Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Arieanna's brows knit with a slight confusion as she noticed Ayslyn and Tayana speaking with an Alb. She looked back to Hato. "Tis an odd place indeed..." she murmered to her feline friend. He just mewed once and went back to his milk. Arie sighed. "some conversation you are," she chuckled softly. -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn chuckled, shaking his head. "No of course the individual will be different. But, as a whole, Albion, Hibernia, and Midgard are all motivated by the same things," he ticked off his fingers, "Love, compassion, friendship. Greed, hatred, jealousy. We are, by far, more similar, than we are different." -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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Tatton Posts: 2,332 Registered: Jul 19, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,279 User ID: 698,884	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Tatton had watched Fatima's embrace with her lover with envy. And it wasn't the flute itself from that seen, but something about the two, that caused Tatton's chest to tighten when the flute hit the floor. ..... He turned away.... And then allowed himself the token of enjoying the many conversations around him, as he sat near Ayslyn and this Tayana. Nodding briefly just to let the rest know he still showed an interest. But Tatton couldn't help but let out a stifled chuckle at Ayslyn, hearing... "We are, by far, more similar, than we are different." Tatton took a close whimsical look at Ayslyn's pointed ears, just so his gaze would be noticed by the rest. Tatton winked at the table nearby, and grinned his familiar grin. -----signature----- Tatton - The Pux - Play Nice!!
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Daphnie_GVSR Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Yual set Fatima down once again after their long embrace. She held his gaze as she gracefully bent her knees and picked up the flute. Returning to standing, she offered it to Yual to inspect. "What is this?" he asked her as he turned it over in his hands. Fatima smiled and nodded almost imperceptibly in the celtic bard's direction. -----signature-----
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Daphnie_GVSR Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Daphnie made her way over to the lonesome Paladin at the corner table. "Argie!" she greeted him with a bright smile, "How are you? What are you doing here? Where is here?" Daphnie took note of his single ale and empty second chair, "Who are you here with?" He chuckled as she let loose her flurry of questions. -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn chuckled at Tatton. "I have walked the Ways between the worlds, I have seen lands unknown to most here," he grinned and winked at Tayana, "If there is one thing that I have learned, it is that the man who does not look beyond the physical is as blind as a man without eyes. To judge someone on their appearance is to underestimate them entirely. And as the warriors that are gathered here can attest, that can be a fatal mistake. But enough of that. I fear that I have turned things serious, and such was not my intent. I believe a song will lift everyone's spirits, and I happen to know a perfect one for this fine inn." I pulled from one of his packs a lute. It was old, obviously so, and just as obviously, well cared for. Not just an instrument, but a cherised treasure. Ayslyn gently ran his hands over it, smiling wistfully. He tuned it, and struck up a lively tune. Kind friends and companion, come join me in rhyme Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine Come lift up your voices all grieve to refrain For we may or might never all meet here again. So here's a health to your company and one to my lass Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass Let's drink and be merry all grieve to refrain For we may or might never all meet here again. Here's a health to the wee lass that I love so well For style and for beauty there's none can excel There's a smile on her pretty face when she sits on my knee There's no man in this wide world as happy as me So here's a health to your company and one to my lass Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass Let's drink and be merry all grieve to refrain For we may or might never all meet here again. There's a ship lies at anchore. She's ready to dock And I wish her safe passage without any shock And if ever I should need you, by land or by sea I will always remember your kindness to me So here's a health to your company and one to my lass Let's drink and be merry all out of one glass Let's drink and be merry all grieve to refrain For we may or might never all meet here again. For we may or might never all meet here again. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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	Listening intently, the song tugged at a distant part of the heroine's heart, a barely remembered and often overlooked piece that remembered a life rich in music and magic. Blinking she swayed slightly, reaching out and placing a steadying hand on the bar as a dizzy rush flew through her. It passed quickly, gone with deep breath a slight shake of the head. Then with a warm smile she applauded Ayslyn's performance, and then shaking her head she chuckled. "That was grand! Good lord, is there nothin' ye can't do, Ays?" Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Arieanna seated further down the bar, conversing with a kitten lapping at a bowl of milk. "Arieanna," Tayana called out to her with a grin. "Come join us, and save me from this crazy elf 'fore he does anything else te surprise me." -----signature-----
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Arieanna Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Arieanna looked up as she heard her name. Looking over and seeing Tayana she smiled. She looked warily over to the alb Tay and Ays had been talking to before trying to snatch her kitten as it darted over to Tayana and began mewing for attention. "Aye, we'll join ye. Hato seems to be making all my decisions today." Arie chuckled as she lowered her hood and moved over and hugged Tayana. "Tis good seeing ye Tay. But I am still unsure as to what this place is. I have never seen it before." She smiled at Ays as she brushed another hair out of her eyes and then bowed to the man they had been talking to. "And hello to ye, M'lord." -----signature-----
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Tatton Posts: 2,332 Registered: Jul 19, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,279 User ID: 698,884	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Tatton had watched Ayslyn's performance with professional intrigue. The elf 'ad a bit of talent. He smiled at Tayana... "indeed, I think this fellow is a myriad of talent and merriment." Tatton recognized the lass a bit from brief passings in the capitol. And when she had approached he introduced himself to Arieanna, and the Albion folk at the nearby table. "Forgive my rudeness and disposition," he scratched his somewhat unshaven face. "I am Tatton of the Bardagh originally from the lands of New Gaul, at times a historian, healer of wounds, provider of merriment and servant to you and yours." He bowed low. -----signature----- Tatton - The Pux - Play Nice!!
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Arieanna Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Arieanna smiled at Tatton as she picked up her kitten. "A pleasure seeing you again Lord Tatton. You were at mine and Degran's wedding party." Hato mewed and stretched his tiny neck towards Tatton trying to get a sniff of him. -----signature-----
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Tatton Posts: 2,332 Registered: Jul 19, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,279 User ID: 698,884	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Tatton grinned sheepishly and blushed, as he scratched the kitten playfully under its chin. "Oh... of course I was Arieanna.. forgive me, I truly have been out of sorts lately with much on my mind." Tatton smiled warmly at Arieanna and took back to his seat, hoisting a cool tankard. -----signature----- Tatton - The Pux - Play Nice!!
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Arieanna Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Hato struggled out of Arie's grasp and padded over to Tatton's table before jumping up onto it. The kitten sat before Tatton and watched him mewing softly. "I think he likes you Tatton," Arie chuckled. "He's talked to you more already thathe has to me all day." -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn chuckled merrily. "Oh, aye lass. There are a few things that I can't do. But I am working on that," he grinned as he unstrung the lute and put it back in his packs. "Welcome to you Arieanna, and to you Hato." he said scratching the cat gently behind the ears. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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Arieanna Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Arie smiled warmly at Ayslyn. "how you been friend?" -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn smiled, "Well enough lass. And you?" -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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Arieanna Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"As well as can be i suppose. I went for a walk and somehow ended up here." Arieanna shrugged. "Wherever here is," she said as she looked around at the variety of people. -----signature-----
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"Well, at least ye walked here, lass. I was chased here, with the added bonus of trippin' and fallin' right on me face," Tayana sighed, dabbing at her split lip and bruised cheek. "Luckily fer me I've always looked good in purple." Shrugging, she reached over and gave the kitten an affectionate scratch. "I see ye've acquired a ferocious bodyguard," she smiled. "Where'd ye come across this little one?" -----signature-----
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Arieanna Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Arieanna smiled fondly at the small orange cat. "Degran gave him to me. I woke up one mornin in the grove and saw nothin but red. He had put roses everywhere. The ground, the trees.... I was lookin at it all when Hato walked up and brushed against my legs. Startled me, he did," she chuckled. Arie rummaged through her pack and pulled out a small vial and handed it to Tayana. "Here ya go. This should help those wounds. Arb's famous willow salve." -----signature-----
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Crispian_Pontiff Title: The Writing Mod Posts: 10,684 Registered: May 8, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 10,191 User ID: 676,749	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	/bump -----signature----- Crispian Pontiff, Seneschal, St. Crispin's League Council member, Omnia Patricius, General, Defenders Http://www.warlordcentral.com - Omnia Patricius's home site http://Writing.Com/authors/crispian My writing site
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"Bah, I'd be a poor heroine indeed if I got rid of me war wounds so easily. 'Tis a badge of honor, so that all can see that I got soundly thrashed by some big brave men twice me size and season," Tayana smiled dryly. "Don't worry about it, it doesn't hurt anyway. A few more rounds of drink and it won't hurt at all, actually." Her smile softened as she looked at Hato again. "Roses everywhere, eh? And a kitten as well? Ye hold onto that husband of yours, lass, he sounds like a good one. The closest mine ever got te romantic was a bottle of wine with dinner..." ((hey, no bumping, i wanna hear more from Crispy! like the story Tay said she didn't want to hear but is dying of curiousity over. )) -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn grinned, "Aye lass. It is as I have sometimes said. There is little in this world that good friends, and a good drink cannot cure." He toasted them all with his flask before taking a sip. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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Daphnie_GVSR Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	The young barmaid bumped the troll as she delivered drinks to his table. With a massive hand, he steadied her tray and winked. "Don't worry girlie," he said, "Trolls don't care none 'bout bein' bumped by pritty girls wit ale. Bump dis troll all you wants." -----signature-----
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Toorc Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Arcalan Hemlos, Cabalist and Seneschal of St. Crispin's League, noticed the little Inn from some distance back. Her golem servitor, affectionately named "Sappy" stood by her side as always. She felt the whistling wind and thought she could hear a little of a song, and a lute playing from where she was. The breeze carried the smell of roast ham and other fine things to eat, to Arcalan's nose. Her stomach rumbled a little, and the thought of her trail rations did little to compare to the potential lunch that awaited her at the Tavern. Her eyes lingered on that Tavern a long time, too long with this frontier being open to attack by Midgard skirmishers or Celtic warriors. She couldn't understand what had fascinated her so, about this little tavern, and why a part of her yearned to go inside. But she shut up that feeling in the confines of her heart and turned her back to the welcoming atmosphere, the laughing and carousing. They had no place for her. Arcalan Hemlos turned her back and made her way towards the Milegate. Like sand tricking through a clenched fist, the moment slipped away, and without knowing it, she'd missed one of the best experiences she'd have ever had. But her Master knew.. and his gentle, insidious hand guided her back.. away from those who would steal her from him... she had much to do... -----signature-----
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Daphnie_GVSR Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Yual took the flute from his love's small hand and examined it. The wood was smooth in his hands, and though the flute looked rough hewn, it was actually expertly carved. He placed it to his lips and blew gently as Fatima looked up wide-eyed at him. The resulting sound was less than melodious; mostly air with a gasping dull note. Fatima covered her mouth as she grinned at the highlander. Yual wiped off the mouthpiece and smiled a bit sheepishly, glancing around the room to guage any bystanders' reaction to his attempt. He handed the instrument back to Fatima, "Clever are ye?" He chuckled softly as she took the flute in her hands. Her small fingers fit over the small holes a bit more easily than Yual's large ones. She licked her lips and placed them to the flute as she drew a breath. The tiny rogue closed her eyes and, softly at first, began to blow. Yual's grin slipped from his face as a pure tone began to hum from the flute. Louder it grew, until the air around Fatima was filled with a single, perfect note. She seemed almost entranced as she held it for as long as her single breath would last. When she was done, a single tear coursed its way down her dusky smooth cheek. -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn smiled fondly as he watched the young saracen and her new gift. He clapped Tatton on the shoulder. "Good work lad." -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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	The young barmaid took a drink order from a table of lurikeens that she'd never heard of before. As she passed the order on to Morden, he rolled his eyes and sighed, "Oh fer cryin'... lass that drink will take an age to prepare. Ah'm jes' too busy now. Ye best be fixin' it yerself fer them 'keens. Here," he thrust an ancient bartending manual at the girl, "You'll find the recipe on page three." -----signature-----
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Tatton Posts: 2,332 Registered: Jul 19, '02 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,279 User ID: 698,884	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Tatton's attention was diverted instantly when he heard the newfound voice echo through the tavern. Some people can play a myriad of melodies on an instrument, but even then there is no music involved. But there was more said in that single perfect note, than a choir of auctioneers could have hollered. Tatton smiled and nodded to Ayslyn. "I was wrong Ayslyn, that lass has a voice indeed, one of great beauty." -----signature----- Tatton - The Pux - Play Nice!!
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WalesNimue Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	A rather large Celt in blue and grey pulled out a small object from his utility belt. He looked at the disc in his hand for a moment, hit it lightly against the ground, and frowned. "This is truly strange. Something or someone must be fooling with the magnetic poles," Wales said to himself as the needle started spinning in every direction: north, south, east, and west. The super hero had been been lost for a few minutes now, which was not uncommon for him, but he could usually rely on his compass to find his way home. In the distance, Wales thought he had heard something. He put his compass back in his belt and started walking towards what seemed to be music. He walked a little ways and eventually came to what appeared to be the forest's end. In the distance, there sat a tavern. Although he hated to do so, he was going to have to stop by. It's not that he didn't like taverns, it's the fact that he was going to have to ask for directions. After all, he was a male super hero. He groaned as he walked towards the building. When he approached the door, a man, who appeared to be the barkeep, came out and greeted him. "Welcome to the Crossroads Tavern," he said. "The name's Morden. Ye'll be needin' to leave all y'er weapons outside, feller." Wales looked at the man strangely as he leaned his great sword against the outter wall. He stood there for a moment, as if he was thinking. Finally, he asked, "How can I enter if my fists have to remain outside? They are indeed my deadliest weapons." Morden, thinking the Celt was joking, laughed and motioned the man inside. Wales cocked an eyebrow, shrugged, and followed Morden's beckon. ((I've been meaning to post earlier, but I never got around to it. Nice thread!)) -----signature-----
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	Daphnie sat down, unbidden by Arguyle. He seemed mopey and miserable and she tried to cheer him up with small talk, but to no avail. The highlander slouched in his chair, his elbow on the table and his right hand supporting his head. In his left hand he clutched a note. Daphnie wondered what message the note could possibly contain to make her normally happy friend so anguished. He waved a girl over to refill his mug of ale and afterwards resumed his slouch of utter dejection. Daphnie ran out of words. Arguyle was not going to be cheered by her, her smile, or anything she had to say. With a defeated sigh she resolved to sit with him in silence. She admired the signet ring on his left hand and was about to reach out to touch it when, in the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a large celt entering the tavern. She turned her head to see a spiky haired man in blue and grey talking to Morden. An involuntary grin spread across her face as she watched him. "Arguyle, if you need me, please call. I'd love to talk with you, but I feel as though I'm invading your solitude," Daphnie said carefully to her friend. She stood and paused a moment as Arguyle nodded at her with sad eyes. Smiling at him tenderly once again, she turned and headed towards the door... and the celt. -----signature-----
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WalesNimue Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Wales took a few paces inside the tavern and stopped. Standing boldy, he put his hands on his hips and took a moment to look around the room at the various people. He saw some very familar faces, yet found it strange that they had never mentioned this place before. Out of the corner of his eye, Wales saw an Avalonian woman approaching him. He had intended on moving out of the way, thinking that she was on her way out the door, until he noticed that her eyes were fixed on his. The Celt cordially bowed to the woman. "Good morrow, miss. My name is Wales and I am at your service." -----signature-----
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	Daphnie watched as Morden walked back to the bar and the celt surveyed his surroundings. She wondered if he was as clueless about this place as she was. As she approached him, he bowed to her and introduced himself as Wales. She smiled cheerfully back at him and offered her hand. Realizing she was still wearing her chain mailed glove, the snatched her hand back and attempted to remove it. Wales stood waiting for her response as she worked at the fingers of her glove. The difficulty came from the fact that her left hand was gloved as well, which hindered her fine motor skills. Finally working at the fingers of her right glove gently with her teeth, she spoke to Wales in a slightly mumbled voice, "Hi! Just a second." Eventually the fingers of her glove loosened enough that she was able to remove it completely using her left hand. As her long, delicate hand sliped out of the heavy glove however, she lost hold of it. She made an attempt to grab the glove before it landed, but sighed as it hit the floor with a thud. Clearing her throat and offering her freed hand to Wales, she introduced herself with a smile, "Very nice to meet you, Wales. I am Daphnie McCormick of Albion." -----signature-----
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WalesNimue Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Wales laughed at the Avalonian as she dropped her glove. He bent down to pick it up, and he took her hand with his free one, being careful to not to hold it too tightly. Sometimes he forgot his own strength, but he tried to be mindful of it most of the time, especially when around the women. "There is no need to sigh about that. I, too, would not want to leave your hand if I were a glove." The Celt smiled and continued. "It is nice to meet ye, Miss Daphnie." Wales pulled the glove's opening wide with both of his hands, positioning it so the fingers were towards him. "Here, perhaps it will slide on more easily than off," he said as he offered to help her put the glove back on. -----signature-----
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Glancing towards the door, Tayana noticed the entrance of her favorite superhero and grinned. "Well now, there's trouble if I ever saw it," she chuckled. She watched as he introduced himself to an Albion lass who seemed to be having gauntlet troubles. Shaking her head, the heroine motioned to the barkeep, calling out for an ale. -----signature-----
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	Daphnie blushed as she slid her hand easily into the mailed glove held up for her. She was drawn to this Wales character - character seemed the best word to describe him as he had a certain pleasant aura of dragon-slaying superhero about him - and she had it in mind to get to know this son of Hibernia better if she could. "So," she began and looked around the pub before leaning in towards Wales, "have you been here before? What is this place? I've never seen such a thing..." -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn chuckled softly as he leaned back against the bar. "The lad is smooth," he said to Tayana. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"Aye," Tayana nodded in agreement, sipping her new drink. "Seems like every place he goes someone knows him, particularly the ladies. They all blush and giggle over his noble, gentlemanly ways. It can be rather amusing to watch at times." -----signature-----
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WalesNimue Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Wales responded on Daphnie. "Nay, I haven't been here before, or even heard of it for that matter. Alas, I am not sure what is going on, but I will find out! Do ye know many people here? I am curious if they have experienced something similar." The Celt noticed two at the bar looking at him as they talked back and forth. Using his extra sensory sight (once his eyes adjusted to the light), he noticed that one was Tayana, who he had fought along side many times in Caledonia. The super hero smiled and waved at her. -----signature-----
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	Daphnie looked surprised, "I haven't been here before just a little while ago myself. I'm not even sure how I got here! I do know a few in the crowd though." She scanned the crowd and subtley pointed with her pinky finger, "Over there is Arguyle, the large man in the kilt sitting alone looking rather sad. And over there...," she pointed across the room, "that highlander is Yual Alder, the brother of my dear friend Keisha. The dark little girl with him is Fatima, I believe. She has some kind of problem with her speech. Mute I think," Daphnie squinted and raised an eyebrow, "I didn't know she could play the flute. Anyway, they are both Guardians as I am." Turning her attention back to Wales, she smiled, "So you know them then?" nodding towards the couple at the bar to whom Wales had waved. -----signature-----
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Arieanna Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Arieanna chuckled as she picked up her kitten from the table. Wales definately had the effect to cheer a room up. She sat down on one of the chairs and placed the small cat in her lap and began to rummage through her pack. Arie pulled out a strip of dried meat and ripped a piece of it off, giving it to Hato to nibble on. He purred contentedly as he chewed onthe dried meat. -----signature-----
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Daphnie_GVSR Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Daphnie's eyes widened at the sight of a tiny lurikeen trying to catch her eye. Was he... ? He was! He was snapping at her! He was raising his little arm and snapping at her to get her attention! "How rude," Daphnie thought and narrowed her eyes at him. "More ale, girl!" he called out, an expectant grin spreading from one side of his bushy sideburns to the other. Daphnie drew herself to her full avalonian height and affected a chill demeanor as she left Wales for a moment and strode towards the table of 'keens. "Despite the bib and goblet emblem," she said icily staring down at the offender, "I am not a barmaid." The little lurikeen stared up at her with widened eyes and began to stammer something but she turned on her heel, tossed her blond hair over her shoulder, and walked back towards her new aquaintance. Halfway there, a celt pushed his chair back from a table in effort to stand and managed to bump into Daphnie, who in turn lost her balance and landed soundly in his lap. Horrified, she dared not look back at the table of lurikeens, and tried desperately to shut out the sound of their tittering laughter. -----signature-----
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Arieanna Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Hato's ears perked up and the small kitten cocked his head to the side as Daphnie tumbled into the gentlman's lap. He mewed and looked at Arieanna as if to say 'WHAT is she doing?' Arie chuckled as the kitten's look of confusion and scratched behind his ears as the thought that celtic underclothing must be more attractive than she had originally thought passed through her mind. -----signature-----
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	Yual stood there entranced as the note faded away. his eyes on Fatima's face. His hand came up and gently wiped the tear from her cheek. Suddenly, the noise from the tavern once again registered in his ears, and he led Fatima back to their seats, barely missing one of the barmaid's trays. As he sat down, he looked around and saw a few new faces in the croud. Arguyle, sitting over by himself, Daphnie conversing with a fine looking celtic lad. Yual sat there for a moment, looking around at the mixture of peoples from different realms, interacting without bloodshed and decided he would love to see Keisha's face if she were to ever walk in here. -----signature-----
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ravnoschick Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Tayana bit her lip, it would be rude... to... laugh... Unable to help herself, she burst into giggles at the poor Avalonian lass' predicament. Trying to regain her composure she turned and focused on her drink. Well, she'd heard that some Celtic lads had that effect on the ladies, not that she would know of such things firsthand, Tayana thought with a slight sigh. But 'twas a good thing she didn't fall into Wales' lap, he probably would've fainted. -----signature-----
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Cloak72 Posts: 2,470 Registered: Dec 23, '01 Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 2,442 User ID: 572,511	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	Ayslyn silenced the lurikeens with a glance. He stepped away from the bar and strode quickly over to the avalonian cleric, and channeling some of his old strength, knocked one of the small knots in the planks on the floor loose with his boot. Holding out a hand to help the lass up he said, "Miss McCormick. You'll need to watch your step. The floorboards here are old, and in need of some repair." He smiled. -----signature----- Ayslyn Greenwillow, Night Elven Hunter, Runetotem Mokti, Troll Hunter, Runetotem "Pain shared is Pain divided; Joy shared is Joy multiplied" Everything I needed to know, I learned from drinking at Callahan's
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	Wales laughed to himself quietly as the elf helped Daphnie to her feet. "It is a good thing she didn't fall into my lap," he thought. "I would have probably fainted." -----signature-----
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	Beckoning to Wales, Tayana waved him over to join her at the bar. "I swear the lasses flock to ye, Wales," she said, chuckling and nodding in the direction of the Avalonian. "Well now lad, I'm sure that super heroes work up a super thirst, so stop hoverin' and get yerself a drink. Keep in mind though that the rules of the house are first drink is paid for with a story, but I'm sure ye have a tale or two te tell so it won't be a problem for ye," she grinned. -----signature-----
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	Lanarian quietly sat on the grass outside the small tavern, softly strumming her Lute, she watched those of different cultures and races go in an out. She was drawn towards the entrance but held back, she'd never been inside a tavern during drinking hours before in her homelands, going inside this one frightened her even more... Sighly softly she made her decision to wait outside a bit longer.... -----signature-----
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Arieanna Posts: ???? Registered: ???? Extended Info (if available) Real Post Cnt: 0 User ID: 0	Subject: Crossroads Tavern (Interactive RP)
	"Mew!" Arieanna tried to grab the kitten before it scrambled away to no avail. She watched Hato weave his way through all the people and begin pawing at the closed door. She got up and went to the door and looked down at the cat. "Now, what are you up to, huh?" she asked. Sounds of a lute drifted to her ears as she opened the door. Hato dashed outside and ran over to a lass sitting in the grass. he mewed once and brushed up against her legs before sitting before her as if to listen to her music. Arieanna chuckled softly and leaned against the door fram, waving the barkeep off when he asked if she was leaving and wanted her weapons back. -----signature-----
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	((Preserving Nimue's past)) -----signature-----
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