I can see it now, Dasmira losing it as the inn burns down, even more than the innkeeper himself, while a couple patrons mumble "it's going down... I'm yelling timber" in the background.
Patron: Why do you care so much about an inn?
Dasmira: ...N-no reason...
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Pre-Guildfall, 2008. Communication is what makes a lasting roleplay.
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World Traveler said Hope this role play gets off the ground and onto the big screen!
Genius.
I've been thinking about the role of Prop Master or designer. I have a character in mind already.
Aveline's stomach gave an impatient growl when the food took too long, and she sought to disguise the sound with a yawn. Being as tired from the ride as she was, it wasn't hard to fake. Two others had joined them at the bar, all with a similar interest in Valuun Keep.
A northerner struck her as the most interesting, though he only came in and grabbed some meat and sat down by the fire. She supposed he was eavesdropping on the rest of the inn, it was common enough. Her natural curiosity urged her to sit with him and talk about the north. She had been there more than once and thoroughly enjoyed learning what she could about the culture. The accent itself was brilliant. But she had neither the time nor energy to delve into the northerner's stories now. Her brother awaited.
Second, there was the old man. When he spoke, she turned to face him, still learning on the bar with her left forearm, her back to the others. At his offer to help, Aveline glanced over the adventurers at the bar and pondered working with them, considering whether or not they would hold her back and keep her from finding her brother. Any help, especially from a mage, would be gladly accepted in most cases, but she would not allow anything to alter her goal now.
The old man assumed she and the others were planning on raiding the keep. Some of them may well have been, and for now she would let him believe that was her mission too.
She turned back towards the counter when the barkeeper passed her a plate of pork and a drink, and begun telling a more detailed story about the keep. Aveline perched on the edge of a stool – always on the edge, should she need to move quickly – and bit into her pork as she listened to the barkeeper's story. By the time he finished, the plate and mug were empty and her hunger almost satisfied. The story told her little more than she already knew. She was getting tired of hearing the same thing.
Finally, the others at the counter introduced themselves – all but the mage. There was Ireth Vardamir, the elf woman, and Leon Thorne, the young man. Aveline slipped off the bar stool and pushed her plate and mug away, nodding her thanks to the barkeep. She took a step back to see each of the others at the bar. “Aveline Ronan. It's a pleasure to meet you too,” she said, then tilted her head more towards the mage. “Wouldn't mind the help. If you're still generous come morning, I'll see you outside. Same goes for anyone else who fancies for company to Valuun Keep.” She offered a small but amiable smile to all those present, swiped her room key from the counter and went upstairs.
A northerner struck her as the most interesting, though he only came in and grabbed some meat and sat down by the fire. She supposed he was eavesdropping on the rest of the inn, it was common enough. Her natural curiosity urged her to sit with him and talk about the north. She had been there more than once and thoroughly enjoyed learning what she could about the culture. The accent itself was brilliant. But she had neither the time nor energy to delve into the northerner's stories now. Her brother awaited.
Second, there was the old man. When he spoke, she turned to face him, still learning on the bar with her left forearm, her back to the others. At his offer to help, Aveline glanced over the adventurers at the bar and pondered working with them, considering whether or not they would hold her back and keep her from finding her brother. Any help, especially from a mage, would be gladly accepted in most cases, but she would not allow anything to alter her goal now.
The old man assumed she and the others were planning on raiding the keep. Some of them may well have been, and for now she would let him believe that was her mission too.
She turned back towards the counter when the barkeeper passed her a plate of pork and a drink, and begun telling a more detailed story about the keep. Aveline perched on the edge of a stool – always on the edge, should she need to move quickly – and bit into her pork as she listened to the barkeeper's story. By the time he finished, the plate and mug were empty and her hunger almost satisfied. The story told her little more than she already knew. She was getting tired of hearing the same thing.
Finally, the others at the counter introduced themselves – all but the mage. There was Ireth Vardamir, the elf woman, and Leon Thorne, the young man. Aveline slipped off the bar stool and pushed her plate and mug away, nodding her thanks to the barkeep. She took a step back to see each of the others at the bar. “Aveline Ronan. It's a pleasure to meet you too,” she said, then tilted her head more towards the mage. “Wouldn't mind the help. If you're still generous come morning, I'll see you outside. Same goes for anyone else who fancies for company to Valuun Keep.” She offered a small but amiable smile to all those present, swiped her room key from the counter and went upstairs.
I love how casually you said that. "Does anybody mind if I torch this whole freaking building? Like that's no biggie right?" I have never laughed so strangely in my life.
I'm hesitant to post again so soon after my last post.
Where did everybody go?
Where did everybody go?
Someone needs to find this out and go on an around-the-world trip to all the inns and dig up all the floorboards in search of Dasmira's loot.
My character will go straight to bed right after a quick info check with the barkeeper, then off to the Keep at first light. She has no time for these other legend-tellers. :D
The rain refused to desist, soaking the heavy wool travelling cloak around Aveline's shoulders. Driving her horse down the Longroad in such weather exhausted the poor creature twice as quickly as it would have otherwise. If not for its long journey, the horse might have been frozen by the rain pelting its coat. With this in mind, Aveline directed her companion to the only light for miles around. The keep and her brother would wait one more night.
Cart and horse tracks became illuminated with every flash of lightning, but she didn't think much of it. This was the Longroad, and the Night-Raven Inn was the only place to rest for a long way.
Swinging out of the saddle, she guided her horse into the stables and tied it to one of the posts. With a handful of hay she dried most of the horse's coat. “Sorry about that, Bella.” She brushed tangles from Bella's dark mane and turned to inspect the other horses. From what she could tell, the inn would be very busy. She gave each horse a moment of attention, then went inside.
Her stomach woke up at the scent of roast pork and simply insisted that she go over to the barkeep and request a dinner. She started towards the counter, blissfully unaware of the bodies littering the floor until she almost tripped over one. Damned roast pork, so enchanting. She regarded the groaning bodies without alarm; bar brawls weren't uncommon, and she had seen many in her years travelling. She was even a little amused.
The barkeep, a young man and an elven woman conversed at the bar as Aveline stepped over the bodies. She briefly wondered how long they had been there, before returning her attention to the counter. The man was talking about Valuun Keep; its name pinned her attention to him. Aveline leaned on the bar near the elf, leaving enough space between them that they wouldn't be uncomfortable. The legends were nothing she hadn't heard already.
She turned to the barkeep and dropped enough coin on the counter to pay for a meal, drink and a room. “Is there anything else you can tell us?”
Cart and horse tracks became illuminated with every flash of lightning, but she didn't think much of it. This was the Longroad, and the Night-Raven Inn was the only place to rest for a long way.
Swinging out of the saddle, she guided her horse into the stables and tied it to one of the posts. With a handful of hay she dried most of the horse's coat. “Sorry about that, Bella.” She brushed tangles from Bella's dark mane and turned to inspect the other horses. From what she could tell, the inn would be very busy. She gave each horse a moment of attention, then went inside.
Her stomach woke up at the scent of roast pork and simply insisted that she go over to the barkeep and request a dinner. She started towards the counter, blissfully unaware of the bodies littering the floor until she almost tripped over one. Damned roast pork, so enchanting. She regarded the groaning bodies without alarm; bar brawls weren't uncommon, and she had seen many in her years travelling. She was even a little amused.
The barkeep, a young man and an elven woman conversed at the bar as Aveline stepped over the bodies. She briefly wondered how long they had been there, before returning her attention to the counter. The man was talking about Valuun Keep; its name pinned her attention to him. Aveline leaned on the bar near the elf, leaving enough space between them that they wouldn't be uncomfortable. The legends were nothing she hadn't heard already.
She turned to the barkeep and dropped enough coin on the counter to pay for a meal, drink and a room. “Is there anything else you can tell us?”
I'll start writing up a post!
So that's three people at least. I think this has potential, let's get some more interest.
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