Rogues' Refuge

Tyrmer · Post by **Tyrmer** » Fri May 05, 2006 7:59 am

OOC: *Smirks* *Innocent Whistles* Well I just thought I'd take the term "God-Gaming" literally for once, but as this is purely roleplaying (no combat, hopefully) then meh, shouldn't really be a problem. Well anyway, there's no rules saying you can't make your own, the premade ones are so boring, humans and elves etc get all the good deities.

IC: The halfling reaches down behind the bar and fetches a saucer of milk for the cat then squats down and strokes it, he seems completely at peace with the little animal. His face looks slightly troubled however and looks at Alkemar with a worried glance. "Drunk my ale too quickly my friend?" His expression looks almost scared to Alkemar, like a child with his hand in the cookie jar who's just heard their parents coming through the door.

Rooky · Post by **Rooky** » Fri May 05, 2006 8:38 am

*Geldin picks up tha cat, and it's milk. He puts the milk on the bar and the cat in his fursy lap, and starts playing with it.*
- Down try to scratch me, I've got a five inch and bigger layer of shaggy, but clean nonetheless fur.

*As Geldin finished his sentance the door slammed open, and a large, figure stood at the door. Thunder clashed and the rain was getting heavier and heavyer.
The great figure entered to inn dripping, like it had a rain of it's own under it's four legs. The figure took a sheet of of it's back, and revealed massive pair of ram-like horns emerging form it's head. It's hind quarters were that of a ram, revealing the beast' heritage. The bariaur entered the inn, but not before shaking off, and splashing everybody in the room. He walked over to the bar, and barely noticed Geldin, but when he did he wasn't that happy to see him*
- Geldin me man! Were've ya been! Been searchin' all o'Limbo for ya!

Ssin'urn Streea · Post by **Ssin'urn Streea** » Fri May 05, 2006 3:23 pm

[font=garamond:1mhsepz6][color=indigo:1mhsepz6]Yet again the storm draws more through the doors of the inn. The male Drow seems oblivious to the others in the room as he staggers over to the bar, stepping over the shattered remains of the table Geldin had destroyed.

Another female Drow soaked in rain walks up beside him, lowering her cowel. Her long silver hair is neatly braided, draped over her shoulder. She is wearing glossy black adamantine chainmail made up with tiny scorpions, and a hand crossbow on each wrist. Her fingers and arms are adorned with silver bands. She [b:1mhsepz6][i:1mhsepz6]signs[/i:1mhsepz6][/b:1mhsepz6] angerly at the male with broad sweeping strokes and seemingly profane gestures.

[b:1mhsepz6](You stupid drunken fool! You can't fight, you drink like a dwarf, and instead of opening a portal you open your mouth wide to produce a wish spell. If I did not know better, you planned to come here on purpose.)[/b:1mhsepz6]

Danifae angerly presses her way through the crowd and sits at the far end of the bar, turning her back to the wall, and keeping a watchful eye over the male.

Slightly taller than her, he has the look of a warrior. The quiet Dark Elf male with thick, rippling muscular frame is carrying a great sword and wearing a breastplate decorated with dwarven bronze. He has arm braces articulated at the elbows sheathing his thick charcoal black muscular arms in heavy gleaming steel. His stark white hair is shaved about an inch and a half from his scalp.

He sees Ssin'urn Streea and quickly lowers his gaze, brushing his rain soaked brow with the palm of his hand. The male Drow warrior hesitantly takes a seat beside her, noticing the untouched bottle of wine and empty glass in front of her.

[b:1mhsepz6]"Ka ol tlu dosst orn, izin uns'aa."[/b:1mhsepz6]

(If it be your will, allow me.)

Ssin'urn Streea turns her [i:1mhsepz6]concentration[/i:1mhsepz6] away from Alkemar and her eyes from the Drow she views in the reflection of her glass. She tosses her head to remove the forelock of snow white hair over her cold lilac eyes. The look on her face speaks volumes to him.

The Dark elven male smiles weakly, expertly removing the cork from the bottle and carefully pouring the dark wine into the clear glass. He lifts the glass by the stem, handing it to Ssin'urn Streea to examine the color and inhale the spicy bouquet. Upon her approval, he looks to the barkeep and orders the strongest drink available. He then takes a cigarette from his piwafwi, putting it to his lips.

The dark elven female snatches it away instantly and crushes it in her small ebon hand.

[b:1mhsepz6]"Dos xenu uns'aa xuil dosst s'ck i'dollen lu'n'nehr taga bwaelz'lonzic xund. Ol orn'la tlu natha ssrigg'tul ulu raza dosst rinteith ghil lu'nin ulu dormagyn uns'aa ulin p'leik. Ajak, ol zhah er'griff a ussta orn nindel dos dro.”[/b:1mhsepz6]

(Pharaun,your bad habits and less than adequate performance sicken me. It would be a pleasure to slit your throat here and now, saving me future grief. Remember, it is only by my will that you live.)[/color:1mhsepz6][/size:1mhsepz6][/font:1mhsepz6]

Velve · Post by **Velve** » Fri May 05, 2006 7:16 pm

The small cat laps up the attention shes getting, and starts to purr contentedly. Despite its apparent happyness it continues to scan the room with wide, curious eyes. She climbs her way to Geldin's broad right shoulder to get a better veiw of the area, oblivious to her long tail brushing Geldin's nose.

[color=indigo:3dhvbzdv]Liera grins as she watches the cat climb up the minotuar and assult him with its tail, almost waiting for it to cause Geldin to sneeze. Distracted by the little ball of fluff she almost forgets about the tension that had been in the room moments before.[/color:3dhvbzdv]

Darith watches on as the inn is seemingly overrun with drow. He observes the latest drow woman to enter as she speaks in Drow sign, quietly he studies her hand movments, hoping to learn some of what she had signed. Unknowingly, he brings a guantleted hand up to fiddle with a small and worthless looking wooden medalion, portraying two small birds in flight, his fingers running over the curves of the small carved figure with great care.

Unen_Stealthfoot · Post by **Unen_Stealthfoot** » Sat May 06, 2006 2:45 am

OOC: Pssst! Hey guys! If anyone wants a barroom brawl now's the time to do it, while Tyrmer, and his god PC are away!

IC:

Alkemar: Slowly regains his composure, then smiles as he sees the cat on Geldin's head. He also smiles and looks amused at the way female drow #3 mistreats male drow #3, both of them possibly deserving each other. He then relaxes appearing perfecly at ease. (Impersonating the halfling's speech pattern) "No thank you good sirrah, I'm quite all right." Then winks in a conspiratorial manner at the halfling.

Xandar: Watches, and shakes his head as the last two female drow mistreat this third and latest male drow. Completely misses the exchange going on between his brother and the innkeeper.

Rooky · Post by **Rooky** » Sat May 06, 2006 2:27 pm

*Geldin's eyes start to water as teh cat waves it's tail in fornt of his snout*
- *sigh* Hey Mikey... Haven't seen you in a long time either. Been working on the [i:3o4v8p4s]Mastiff[/i:3o4v8p4s] again. Got a permanent job as a first mate though. what's been going on with you?

"Mikey the Bariaur"

- Me? I'm still hanginng for dear life in Sigil. It got worse ever since those dammned Anarchists tired to permanently get rid if the Harmonium. Guess who had to clean up teh mess?

"Geldin"

I take the visit to your mother didn't go well?

"Mikey"

- Nope. Hey, did you notice a sudden change in atmosphere here?

"Geldin in shock"

- E hehehe....umm....nope....

Unen_Stealthfoot · Post by **Unen_Stealthfoot** » Sun May 07, 2006 4:28 am

OOC: Heh. maybe Tyrmer's in won't be smashed to bits by the time he gets back.

Oh, yeah, and if Tyrmer gets to be a god, then Alkemar is a 26th lvl wizard, dualed with a 10th lvl sorcerer.

Hey Rooky, would have been funnier had their names been switched. Mikey the minotaur

IC:
Alkemar: Turns to strange knight behind him. "And what is your name, friend?"

Xandar: To Geldin: "Friend of yours?" (refering to Mikey)

Rooky · Post by **Rooky** » Sun May 07, 2006 12:04 pm

OOC: It would but it just came to me...*shudders*

IC:

*Gelding to Xandar*
- Yeah. This is Mikey. He lives in Sigil. Acctualy he'striyng to live there now that his mom's got sick again. What is it this time? Fleas?

*MIkey*

- Nope. Somebody shot an arrow into her ass. They thought she was a wild mountain goat, that got lost.

*Geldin*

- Well, you can't acctually say she doesn't look like a mountain goat...
Anyway, this is Liera. Hope you two met somewhere. And nw if you will exuse me, I must go and destroy somehting while the bartender is gone...

Nedylene · Post by **Nedylene** » Sun May 07, 2006 6:49 pm

Nedylene is still sitting in her chair, hood drawn up over her face. Although it appears she is merely absorbed in whatever she is writing, her lavender eyes are periodically scanning the room, watching the newcomers as they come in.

Ssin'urn Streea · Post by **Ssin'urn Streea** » Sun May 07, 2006 9:50 pm

[font=garamond:29i7mbr0][color=indigo:29i7mbr0]The scent of alcohol lingers on the Drow warrior's breath like the stench of death on a rotting corpse. The deep lines on his face reflect years of abuse and neglect. Wether of his own doing or not, the man looks too old in the face compared to the perfect fitness of his body. Pharaun sits there passively taking large gulps from a flask as if it were the only escape from heated stares of the two angry Drow women. He drains the flask.

Ssin'urn Streea sits back on her bar stool, crossing her shapely ebon legs. The exotic dark elven woman then tosses her head and looks to the warrior with a rather coy expression, moistening her lips. She continues speaking to him in her unique dialect of the dark tongue.

[b:29i7mbr0]"Vel'bol inbal Usstan ulu xun xuil dos? Dos ph'natha suldaim ulu dosst Qu'ellar lu'natha rul'seloz p'los ussta llanath. Xal dos orn'la morfeth natha alur tizzin vedir xor orrl dothka."[/b:29i7mbr0]

(What have I to do with you? You are a disgrace to your House and an insult before my presence. Perhaps you would make a better lizard mount or scorpion drider.)

She wraps her small graceful ebon hand around the base of her glass and slowly takes the wine into her mouth as the scourge of vipers writhes around her slender waist. Flickering tongues lash between fangs dripping with poison.

The other female, Danifae, does not seem to be particularly interested in talking with anyone at the moment. Her bright glowing eyes are like twin fiery hot coals that burn through the dark hollows of her face as she glares through the back of the male warrior.

Pharaun lowers his head as he sits there quietly, looking very dejected, as if he were in a state of shamed and broken humility. He supports his elbows on the bar, resting his finely veined hands under his face as he waits for his
drink.[/color:29i7mbr0][/size:29i7mbr0][/font:29i7mbr0]

Unen_Stealthfoot · Post by **Unen_Stealthfoot** » Mon May 08, 2006 4:40 am

[color=darkred:345w2m0d]OOC:(meekly) *sniff, sniff* Sorry Tyrmer.[/color:345w2m0d]

[color=darkblue:345w2m0d]Alkemar: Sits down right next to knight.[/color:345w2m0d]

[color=blue:345w2m0d]Xandar: *Gets up and walks over to depressed appearing drow male* "Need a drinking buddy, friend? Ah, the woes of life."[/color:345w2m0d]

Velve · Post by **Velve** » Mon May 08, 2006 9:17 am

The knight continues his scaning of the area, never once glancing at the drow as he sits next to him. He releases his small amulet and raps the black guantleted right fist on the top of the table, his left still resting on the hilt of his well crafted scimitar. His armor, as Alkemar can now see, is not as plain as it first appeared. Rather, it is quite ornate, beautiful craftings and paterns decorate all over the full plate, though it was hidden from further away by the monotone black hue. Imbeded in his breastplate is a small purple gem, yet as worthless as it seems, it is obvious it was crafted into the armor with great care.
His dark eyes are as lifeless as always, yet they seem lost.

[color=indigo:m1dk8mn6]A small, amused smile comes to Liera's lips as she listens to the conversation between Mikey and Gledin. She taps her claw-like nails on the table, causing a continuous courus of clicking, yet she hardly notices. The Fey'ri shakes her head, "No, I don't believe we have met before." She extends a small hand to the Bariaur to shake in greeting.[/color:m1dk8mn6]

The small cat - little more than a kitten - looks back at the table Geldin sat at, and seemed to judge the distance, before leaping back onto it. Her large eyes spotting a candle on the table. She steps towards it delicatly, and bats at the flame playfully, her paw too fast through the flame to even feel the heat.

Tyrmer · Post by **Tyrmer** » Mon May 08, 2006 4:15 pm

OOC: Waah, far too many characters. CBA to type all the interactions

IC: The halfling seems to ignore the furtive wink that he is given and takes the orders of those that csme in whilst he was busy or he hadn't got round to before.

Nedylene · Post by **Nedylene** » Mon May 08, 2006 5:52 pm

Nedylene is still working at her table,she glances around on occasion and goes back to whatever she is working on, she has set the quill aside and has pulled out a small piece of charcoal and is using it now. At the sight of the playing kitten, she reaches into her pack again and pulls out a pouch. Opening it she removes a small piece of dried fish. She sets it on a handkercheif and places it on the far edge of her table. Then goes back to whatever she is doing with the piece of charcoal.

Velve · Post by **Velve** » Mon May 08, 2006 6:12 pm

The cat gives up on the small flame, and instead turns her attention to the milk placed out earlier, lapping at it contently. She lifts her furry face, now with droplets of milk on her long wiskers, as the scent of the fish comes to her petite nose. Instantly she abandons the milk and jumps off the table, ploding over to Nedylene's table, she jumps up and finds the fish, promptly devouring it.
Looking at Nedylene now, she lets out a small mew as she moves towards the drow lady, obviously interested in more.