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The Blue Moon Tavern

Hoooooly shit pure your post is hilarious. I'm at work right now though so I won't be able to post for another hour and a half.

@c3p-0h

Thanks! I'll be looking forward to Kat's reaction heh heh. In the meantime let us see how Rouen reacts to the ale. I'm on a lunch break so I can put in my next post.

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“What!? Oh dear,” Rouen exclaimed looking at the hoof tracks leading towards the forest. “Well, it doesn’t matter. That mount was growing less and less useful as the days went on. No idea why the stablehand gave me such an old horse. I probably would have had to put it out of its own misery after a few more days of riding. Such is the nature and purpose of animals,” he thought and let out a sigh. He looked down at the snowy cat-like thing and he raised an eye in suspicion. “And some should be put out before they can cause any trouble,” he thought looking at the thing as the village-girl brushed its fur with her single useable hand. Rouen’s shoulders drooped slightly out of feeling pity for her. Her silver eyes and silver hair contrasted deeply with her dark skin. He could see a certain exotic beauty in the mismatching colors, but all in all she seemed less human than some fay he had encountered. “Poor girl, I wonder what kind of horrible event led to that,” he thought looking at the stump of her missing arm. He reached down to his belt pouch and pulled out a silver coin. “Here you go village-girl, I hope this will alleviate your troubles. Take heart, for I am sure you will be able to find paid work somewhere. I know for instance that my Duke Penthieve’s castle has a scullery maid with a missing hand who works twice as hard and is well respected for her endeavors. In fact, her leopard-jaguar stew is a rather delicious delicacy. With due diligence and aspiration I am sure you too can live a productive life,” he said with a smile. A windchill blew through him, and he shivered as it carried away heat. He breathed and he was filled with the smell of stew and good food from the tavern. A song was also being played inside. It reminded Rouen of the court entertainers from home. “Looks like even here some people have good taste in music,” he thought. “Well village-girl I’ll be off. I would also leave that cat as soon as possible, wild things are not meant to be kept as pets. May the goddess’ grace be with you,” he said cheerfully and tossed the coin towards her. He then took a step towards the tavern door, which immediately opened. Rouen looked down and was greeted by the sight of another white-haired being. This one however, had pale skin with eerie green pupil-less eyes. He wore some type of loose robe held tight by a cloth sash. “Are those ears?” Rouen thought looking at the strange growths that were where his ears should have been. "Welcome to the Blue Moon Tavern! I'm Sessamaru, the local swordmage and a wanderer. A pleasure to meet you!" “Sword mage? So he uses fay magic and is definitely a fay, I should probably keep an eye out. And he is so skinny, I wonder if he can actually use a sword let alone wield it. And he speaks so proudly. Never thought I would meet someone who was happy to be just wandering. Although I will appreciate his mannerisms,” he thought and gave a light bow in return. Before Rouen could he respond, the fay Sessamaru held a hand towards the person next to him, "And this is Miss Naida, a bartender and waitress here at the Blue Moon." His companion also had white hair. “I wonder if this is some new type of fay,” Rouen wondered at the hair colors. This one however, had fluttering insectoid wings on her back. "So where you from, knight-boy? I haven't seen you around these parts before." She said. “Knight-boy?” Rouen thought and a light hint of irritation appeared on his face at the word boy. “Well innkeeper, I hail from the lands of Duke Penthievre. I see that you have quite a marvelous and quaint tavern here. May we discuss this inside? It has been a long and weary journey and the weather out is not agreeable,” he replied as the wind blew again.

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Got a response queued up for Katella, interested in seeing how she responds heh heh.

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Just got off work, I'll be ready to post once the GM is ready!

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((Ignore double post))

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Rouen was laying on the ground. Eyes closed in pain, he sat up and rubbed his head. He felt something nudge him in the side. "No trouble. Although this fault would be mine," he replied and opened an eye towards the stranger. He was greeted with the sight of a large, very large pale cat. "What th-!" he yelled as his face immediately reflected panic and he instinctively jumped away from the predator. His right hand immediately moved to the hilt of the sword on his back. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the figure of a woman. She was dressed in hunting garments typical leather boots, brown pants, and a green garment. The shock in his face was visible as he saw her missing arm."Fabric looks rather plain, probably some local village peasant girl," he thought. Rouen shifed his attention back onto the cat who didn't seem to be in too much of a threatening posture. He moved his hand away from the hilt of his sword and back down. "Um, that creature wouldn't be yours would it villager?" he asked.

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Horse hooves clopped along the rocky dirt road. A lone hooded figure in a brown cloak steered his horse forward. A great sword three-quarters a man's height shifted in rhyme with the horse's movements. "Three weeks and no sight of any remnants," he thought glumly. He frowned and looked at his bruised hands. It had been months since he had left the boundaries of the Dukedom. Months of traversing hilly terran, fighting bandits, and looking for anything that might help him on his mission. Months, and all he had to show for progress was an unkempt grizzled face, clothes that badly needed to washed, and the smoking paralyzed corpses of dead highwaymen and creatures on the road behind. He was exhausted, and his horse's sluggish movements indicated that it too was growing weary of the long journey. His bruised hands were only a small part of his suffering. His feet were cold and aching, there was an itch on his back he couldn't reach, and now his stomach growled in complaint. Rouen never really learned to scavenge, so food was scarce. The silver and gold coins that jingled in his belt-pouch had little value in the woods, where civilization and consequently anything that could be bought could be weeks away. They neared a turn and Rouen could see in the corner of the treeline, looked like a tavern. "Finally! Civilization!" he thought as his face beamed with excitement. In his joy he discharged a jolt of electricity from his hand into his mount. The shock caused the horse to shriek and start jumping and tossing in a panic. "Whoa! Whoa! Easy girl! Easy!" he shouted as he jerked on the riding handles. The mount kept trying to shake him off and suddenly bolted into full speed towards the tavern. Rouen was too busy trying to stay on that he didn't realize the growing sight of the tavern's signpost, a blue half-moon. With an audible smack his head collided with the wooden plaque and he fell onto the ground.

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Added Rouen's Impressions

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"Pompous asshole" touche ha ha. I think I'll make an impressions list as well.

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So if Felan wears a sheepskin shirt, is he a wolf in sheep's clothing?

@Metronome

Yes, I would also like to say that skinchangers similar to Felan are one of the more common non-humans found in the Dukedom that Rouen serves. Although, in the Duke's realm your kind has been "convinced" to adopt a more civilized lifestyle. The "convincing" involving no small effort from Rouen and his fellow soldiers. I would say many have been "taught" that concepts such as freedom and wildness are rather vulgar. Most of the one's in the Dukedom are now productive citizens serving as shepard helpers, soldiers, and entertainers.