pure493

The Blue Moon Tavern

I'm thinking of staring into the abyss with Tahir and kat. I would love to see how kat and rouen's interactions will pan out and I believe it will be very entertaining ha ha. All we have to do is make it happen.

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<Snipped quote by pure493> yeah, D and E rank missions are up on the first page of this ooc thread. We're all trying to decide which ones to do as the D rank is so far the most desirable for most of us, so you might want to go back the last page or two and see if there is anybody wanting to do the same quest as you and then maybe see about teaming up with them?

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Hm.. I'm thinking of Staring into the Abyss with Tahira, Retributon with Rimau, or Taken with Azzrix, Sess, Naida.

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Rouen raised his eyebrows as Naida spoke and looked at the drink suspiciously. “Eh, she is probably jesting,” he thought and raised the mug up, eyeing the amber ale. Still, he took a small sip and placed it on the bar table. “Doesn’t taste too bad, a little sour end but the flavor is unique. As long as it is more palatable than revolting I suppose,” he thought. He ate a spoonful of the soup that was placed in front of him. “Hog’s meat, now this is a fine stew. Worthy for the court,” he thought and a smile grew on his lips. He quietly finished the stew and began sipping on the brew. Content and satisfied he leaned back. He pulled out a small white piece of paper, an ink vial, and a quill from his belt satchel. Hundreds of little black lines crossed the surface of the paper. “Let us see one…two……forty-five….one-hundred….,” he thought counting the lines on the paper. “273, that makes nine-months. Goddess have I really been gone for that long?” Brushing the quill into the vial of ink he added another line to the piece of paper. He leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes. “All this time, and still no sign of what I am looking for.” He thought remembering visions of the black hulking being in the dark forest. He swept his left hand to his right arm, feeling the scars that lined it underneath the leather jerkin. Rouen hadn’t felt terror like that. It was an experience that he wished to erase from his mind but at the same time refused to forget. It was something that was forever scarred into the landscape of his subconscious. The trauma echoed in the walls of his psyche. Sometimes he would dream of the encounter, and wake sweating feverishly. He opened his eyes, and lightly shook his head trying to think of something else. Sighing, he reached into his satchel and pulled out a small ring with a red garnet etched into its center. “I wonder if she still remem-,” he thought, but it was interrupted as he overheard someone say, “The Remnants haven't been stirring up trouble lately," “Remnants?” he thought. The mere word alerted him and he brought himself to a level position. He looked behind him and saw the man who spoke, he was pasting something up on the board. Rouen immediately grabbed his paper, vial, quill, and ring then stuffed them into the satchel. He sternly walked up behind the man. “Excuse me, did you mention something about Remnants?” Rouen asked.

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Back and ready to post for the next several hours. So the missions are up?

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Rouen frowned as the inn-keep Naida attempted to help the two men. He watched the older man step on his other foot with his injured foot and hop around. "Well with old age comes clumsiness," he thought. The fox-eared man grumbled his way up towards the stool. "Fooooooood..." he moaned. "Well, it doesn't look like they need help. This really has to be one of the strangest inns I have ever been in, I wonder wh-," he thought and a glance around made him realize something. The winged girl, the fox ears, the white hair, the one-handed village-girl with the cat that was more predator than pet. Now he realized that there was a bipedal lizard and a furry-blue humanoid. "Ugh, a fay tavern," he thought and a light look of disgust grew on his face. "Well, it isn't like I have a choice I better get used to this," he thought. He took a seat in one of the empty bar stools. "May I have some stew as well?" he asked Naida.

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Back from work and posting!

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"How dare that little village-wench throw away my gratitude," he thought as he took his first step forward. As he did he watched her pet stand between himself and her. It raised its haunches towards him and growled threateningly. He heard something crash behind him and voices rose up. He ignored it. "Perfect, I'll fry her wild runt. A perfect lesson to teach this peasant," his brow furrowed further into a mean glare. He placed the cup of ale on the bar and removed his leather glove which was coated inside with an electric-resistant tree sap. With focus he concentrated to cause his body's electric current to intensify. It had exhausting repercussions, but Rouen was too angry to care. A small part of him thought this was overreacting but he was too exhausted to not be angry. "Never cross a Fulgur, or you will feel heaven's thunder," he thought remembering his family's motto. Small Static discharges appeared between the fingers of his ungloved hand. He was about to take another step forward when a whirlwind of brown hair and wings appeared in front of him. Rouen shifted his glare to the obstacle. It turned out to be a winged girl wearing thick goggles. "If she thinks she is gonna help her friend then sh-," he thought when she spoke. "E-Excuse me M'lord, I understand that you are upset right now, but we've already had some problems in this tavern today..." he heard. She breathed deeply and continued, "Starting a fight wouldn't do any good right now, and I am sure that a man of stature would be able to put whatever transgression that has went down between you and Miss Kat behind you for the good of the public. I'm sorry if I come off a bit rude and putting my nose where it doesn't belong, but currently this Tavern is my home and I'd like for nothing else to happen in it today." He was off-put by her mannerisms. Her plead reached the part of him that remembered the vows he took upon accepting his post. The glare on his face retreated softly into thoughtful expression. The electric current weaving in and around his body thinned out into nothingness. Exhaustion set in from the exertion and lack of energy. "Very well, little lady. I must thank you for reminding my of my post. After all manners do make the man," he said looking at her. "I shall cause no further trouble in your abode, have a good day." He turned around and saw what caused the noise from earlier. The odd fox-eared fay seemed to have tripped and made a mess of the bar and an elderly patron. The white-haired innkeeper seemed to be doing his best to clean up. "Oh dear I should help out" he thought and walked up to the elderly patron and the fox-eared fay. "Do you require any assistance?" he asked them.

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Last Post for a time, headed back to work.

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Rouen followed Naida into the tavern. As she spoke to him he got chance to take a look around. "The inn-keep wasn't lying about this place being comely," he thought and relaxed. There were several tables and some chairs with seats made of some material that looked very comfortable to sit on. The walls were decorated, and there even was a stand for performers. He didn't know if there was something in the atmosphere, or maybe it was a result of the decorations, that put him in a trance. "This place feels...really nice after months out in the woods,"he pondered. He hardly took notice of the other patrons in the inn. "-It will warm up you right quick and make you feel like a new man," he heard from the white-haired lady. His eyes widened as he realized that he wasn't exactly paying attention to anything that she was saying. She continued talking and offered him what looked like some kind of ale. "Never seen ale with that color before, well it can't be too bad," he thought. "Thank you-er Naida right? Sorry, Miss I'm bad with names," he replied uneasily. He raised the glass and was about to take a sip when he felt something hit him hard on the back of his head. He flinched and he spilled the drink into his jerkin. "Who did-," he said and his brows came together in an expression of shock. He looked behind and saw the village-girl with her pet cat looking at him, hand drifting to her side. "Look asshole, I don't give a shit what dukedom or castle or whatever you grew up in, and I don't need your pity," he heard. She then walked away saying, "You talk to me again, I'm letting my pet tear your throat out." Rouen's eye twitched. "Why that little uncultured selfish ungrateful crettin," he fumed and clenched both of his hands into fists. His body reacted to his emotional state as he felt electric currents run from his head to his feet and back. A small buzzing noise resounded from the glass half-filled with ale in his hand as the current ran into it generating static shock. He took a step forward.

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Got it! Also the word Fay is a general term used in the Dukedom that Rouen comes from to refer to non-human races. Also what exactly does Fey Buster ale do?