Skyrte

The Lonely Tavern

"Really? Thank you." The Warforged thanked,
Ihri scratched her cheek, "You're welcome, but... Yeah, it will take some time." She admitted once again, "I have to find what kind of 'language' was used, then which 'dialect'. There's all sorts of different kinds of magics for the same things because of cultural differences. The spell for fireball might be completely different than the one for a fireball in another land, but they both produce a fireball. In this case, I can't add my own magic to the one already in you because the two 'languages' will be incompatible and bad things will happen. Although... I'm not sure what those bad things are." She chuckled nervously, scratching her cheek again, "So I have to study what is already in you, figure it all out, and then I can start adding or altering. It's..." She placed her magnifying glass into the box and closed it, the symbol changing again. She opened it, revealing several pieces of parchment and several pens with numerous inkwells of various shape and size. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and began to draw it out. First a box, and circles in the box.
"It's like this," She pointed at the circles, "There's lots of empty space between the circles." She drew another box, but this time, squares into the box, "And this is what it should be, no empty space. It stacks and gives a good foundation for growth, the circles would move around and it would be hard to put things on it and expect it to stay." She went back to the box with the circles, and filled in the empty space with four pointed stars, greatly reducing the amount of empty space and locking the circles in place, "But we can do this and fix it." She smiled, "Something like that. It should be something like that." She glanced upwards, finally done with her explanation.

She sat down and started on her dinner, hearing a brushing sound. She looked over and found that a broom was moving itself to sweep the floor. After a brief moment of befuddlement, she spotted the ghost. "You're a ghost!" She exclaimed the obvious, it was relatively easy to miss the apparition, her translucence ensuring that. "Are you... Making the broom move? Are you a magic practitioner?" She questioned, putting the bowl down at the table.
Black put his elbow on the table and rested his forehead on his palm. How she would ask if the ghost was a mage first and not question if the ghost was malevolent or not was beyond him.

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I betz I could make a post in just 5min :>

@Rithy

I've posted.
Hopefully the car doesn't explode, Zhevon even comm'd Aviza about the armored cars appropriation

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Adrianne zoomed past Zhevon, snagging bits of her dress on some bits of the Taurus as she got on, and tearing bits of her dress off her already. Zhevon looked away at a box of ammunition in as she climbed into the drivers seat, her already very revealing dress was even more revealing, through the ordeals of the mansion. And from getting into the armored car. Zhevon swallowed as he glanced over to Adrianne, to make sure it was proper to look once again. With Catherine resting on the makeshift stretcher in the back, Zhevon took his long hooded coat off. Revealing that he was wearing a fairly plain white dress shirt with a black vest, and black tie. An older, more modest style of clothing. Taking the coat off showed his armored vambraces, which were hiding underneath the sleeves, and showed off his greaves now that the coat wasn't obscuring his legs. A stunstick was strapped to his right thigh, and he wore a belt with numerous small pouches. Zhevon put his scabbard belt back on and adjusted his gas mask and goggles. If one looked closely, they would see four somewhat hidden digital weapons strapped to the bottom of the gas mask. A nasty surprise for anyone engaging the swordsman in close combat.

Zhevon folded his coat and walked over to the driver and passenger seats, placing the coat on the passenger seat. He was careful not to not look down at Adrianne, who was sitting and marveling at the controls. He cleared his throat rather poorly and spoke up, "Adrianne, it might be cold out." He plainly said, patting the folded coat resting on the passengers seat. He went back to the turret controls just behind the drivers seat and familiarize himself with them when he heard Cath speak up.
"Can one of you give me a weapon to hold at least...? It will make me feel more comfortable and secure at least.”
Zhevon poked his head down from the turret, "Ah, yes. Um..." He looked around the interior of the vehicle, finding no weapons. He did have the laspistol stuffed into his pocket, that would have to suffice. He took the laspistol out of from his pants pocket and placed it in her hands, "It isn't much but I don't have anything bigger."

He climbed back into the turret, and still no reply from Aviza from his last transmission to her. He decided to comm again, repeating, "Aviza, ping us your location. We've borrowed a transport from the garage, we're leaving now." He poked his head down from the turret once more, looking out the front viewports, "Take us out Adrianne, try and make it slow. We don't know what's out there, if nobody knows we're leaving, I don't want to alert them with the engine roaring."

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Don't forget to get that post up so I can do my own ^^

@Rithy

Yep, tonight, in a few hours.

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Unfortunately, I think that's a dream soon-to-disappear, thanks to our terrible team-communication xD

Then again, Inquisitors can requisition almost whatever they want, sooooo.... it's not the end of the world ^_^

@Rithy

good bye sweet prince
we knew you for about 3 ic minutes, and then death by imperial guard firing lines

We'll requisition an extra pimped out ride later.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Heyo guys, I got voluntold to join this.
I'm interested in a Demigod of Smithing and Metallurgy.

From what I've been told, I bring this idea up, and whichever God wants me picks me up and that stuff happens.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Maybe teleport half the APC? That may work, sort of.

i actually wanted to keep the thing as a pimpin inquisition-ride thing

The Lonely Tavern

Ill be posting tonight just gotta get home from classes
Soon we'll be embarking on our first mission to improve the tavern

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@rivaan@Skyrte

Imma just putting it out there;

It's been 10 days since last IC post in this thread ^_^

@Rithy

I'm waiting on Rivaan and Andro, unless they're waiting on me?

The Lonely Tavern

The Clock rings five times.
It is evening. As the sun sets early, bringing the darkness and the cruel winter, the men and women lock their doors against the horrors of the night. The peasants huddle around the fireplace for warmth against the cold. They stir their stews, one bowl for each. A warm meal, for a cold night. The nobles sit at their six meter long tables, preparing for a full course dinner. Guards watch the walls.
As the night sets and the long dark comes. Winter has arrived. To the North Frost Isles, they ride their longboats to raid the Central Continent. To the Western Deserts of Lesrek and Dushai, nomadic warlords set their sight eastward. The southern pole stirs, glowing eyes lighting ruins that have been long since forgotten. The sea-leviathans of the south migrate northwards as colder waters begin to set around the globe. Within the Central Continent itself is no safe haven. Black bile secrets from the ground. Creatures of the dark and of sin wander the night. Cities fortify their walls. Villages arm their militias. Travelers set their perimeters. Sometimes the only sound in the night is the occasional scream of death. These are recent events. The people are unused to war. To fighting a foe that commands fear. Where they come from, nobody knows. The world is at unrest. Yet none of this seems to reach The Tavern. The creatures avoid it. Nobody knows.
The Clock rings five times. And sets on The Star. Hope. The Long Dark is usually fraught with dread but this night, the people can sleep soundly. They dream of the summers and springs, wheat fields and flowers. The Sun. The Star. They dream peacefully, yet not all of them would wake.

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Ihri spent the last few hours cleaning the kitchen, primarily the spit and the oven. She would need those. Before she went into the kitchen to make dinner for everyone, she told the Warforged that she would do the examination over dinner time. In the meantime, Black would keep him company. Black was not a very talkative person, but he did consider himself strong. Maybe a tad bit weaker than a Warforged... It wasn't long until he put his elbow on the table for tests of strength. Arm wrestling, for a start.

Luckily the kitchen was still stocked with a few things, smoked fish and pork, dried wheat and oats, some candied nuts, and an uncanny amount of alcohols. The lack of ingredient variety meant that she couldn't make much, but gruel was an easy make. After half an hour, the gruel was ready. It wasn't particularly much, certainly not a meal for kings, but it did the job. Bits of smoked fish and pork would make it tastier as well. She grabbed a few bowls and washed them, walking out to the bar with the bowls and the hot gruel, she put them on the table. Along with a plate of the smoked meat.

"Gruel with meat?" The aged bartender asked, "Is that all we have?"
Ihri gave a rather dejected, "Yeah," fearing that she hadn't done a good job.
"Good work. We'll send someone to get supplies from the city in the morning." The Bartender took out an ink pen and a small notebook, writing in a reminder. Ihri smiled, walking back to the table that the Warforged and Black were sitting at. She put a bowl of gruel, topped with some pork on the table and let it sit. Grabbing the magnifying glass, she spoke up to grab their attention.
"Now it's time for your examination." She sat the Warforged down, stepping back a few steps and peered at him with the magnifying glass. After a few minutes, she spoke up, "Whoever made you didn't do a very good job. I should be able to patch you up, but it might take a while...