Rogues' Refuge

Nedylene · Post by **Nedylene** » Mon May 01, 2006 5:53 pm

Nedylene takes her drink and moves away from the bar, turning and seating herself at an empty table. She sits with her back against the wall her legs stretched out , booted feet planted on the table before. She pulls the hood of her cloak back over her face and watches the room. Shes been on the run long enough, she knows the tell tale signs of tension in a room that may lead to trouble.Shed rather be in a advantageous point if it happens.

Ssin'urn Streea · Post by **Ssin'urn Streea** » Mon May 01, 2006 6:55 pm

[quote="Tyrmer":3cngbgpi]OOC: Yup I know the Solamnic Knights; who live in Drury Lane? Ssin, what does "Morimatra" translate as? It isn't in the drow section of the website.[/quote:3cngbgpi]

[font=garamond:3cngbgpi][i:3cngbgpi][b:3cngbgpi][color=indigo:3cngbgpi](OOC~Morimatra is an expensive, dark, and extremely spicey wine favored by Drow. They are most probably the only race that might find this particular wine palatable as it is made from various ingredients cultivated from the depths of the Underdark.)[/color:3cngbgpi][/b:3cngbgpi][/size:3cngbgpi][/i:3cngbgpi][/font:3cngbgpi]

[quote="Rooky":3cngbgpi]
*He turnes his attention to the dark elf that just entered. The selfish arrogence, and wicedness of her was too much to handle.*
- Hey look guys. Free striper! Thanks bartender! And to think that it's not eaven my birthday... *evil grin*[/quote:3cngbgpi]

[font=garamond:3cngbgpi][i:3cngbgpi][b:3cngbgpi][color=indigo:3cngbgpi]Her serene expression does not change upon her fine featured statuesque face. However, to those of the Underdark or who possess infrared vision, the brightness of her face is quite apparent. Her heat sensing lilac eyes flash briefly with sparks of fiery red. Viper heads writhe out from around the dark elven woman's slender waist. Their tongues flicking as they seek out the direction of the minotaur's voice. Ssin'urn Streea laughs wickedly.. or perhaps it is not truly laughter at all, more like a soft, smooth, deep exotic chant. Her nimble fingers trace along the surface of the counter in small, graceful patterns of movement, leaving what might look like Drow symbols in the fading traces of heat.[/color:3cngbgpi][/b:3cngbgpi][/size:3cngbgpi][/i:3cngbgpi][/font:3cngbgpi]

Tyrmer · Post by **Tyrmer** » Mon May 01, 2006 8:08 pm

OC: I distinctly saying that I had NOT said that my guy was normal hehe. Just saying that to avoid people complaining. Ok btw when Geldin takes the sword back he may notice it is slightyl lighter and if it didn't have any enchantments on it before it is now ,magical, if it did then it is now slightly better.

IC: The halfling takes the sword in one hand and, allowing for the fact that it reached the floor even if he held it above his head, gave it a few experimental swings then tossed it from hand to hand, seemingly oblivious to the world. "This is a good sword." He says to Geldin. He rubs his hand along the flat of the blade. He then, to all outside appearances, clumsily fumbles the sword and drops it onto the bar, it digs deep into the bar barely a fraction of an inch from the Drow female's hand. "Now, now good Mistress, none of your spellcraft in here." He then scurries behind the bar and fetches a bottle of wine and hands it to her with a glass.

Unen_Stealthfoot · Post by **Unen_Stealthfoot** » Tue May 02, 2006 3:46 am

Alkemar and Xandar look at each other after observing the new drow and considering her response.

Alkemar:*Subtly casts a displacement spell and removes a wand from his belt. He also gets up from the bar and moves to a far corner, the same corner in which the strange knight resides.*

Xandar: "Well, thank you for the tale, Geldin. *Bows politely toward first two women* "Ladies." *He then walks toward a small table with several chairs, and settles down where he can watch the second drow female.*

Rooky · Post by **Rooky** » Tue May 02, 2006 7:26 am

*Geldin watches the drow female, and start laughing his heart out*
- Oh, please!

*His face soon turned to shock as he noticed how the halfling swung the sword around*

Tyrmer · Post by **Tyrmer** » Tue May 02, 2006 8:10 am

THe halfling retrieves the sword from the bar and hands it back to Geldin.

Velve · Post by **Velve** » Tue May 02, 2006 12:07 pm

[color=indigo:21c660e0]Liera's eyebrows try to cli,b her forhead as she watches the halfling handle the amazingly huge greatsword. In one hand! It was taller than she was! How in the name of all the hells could he possibly do that?

With a visible effort she pulls her calm back together, still shaking her head in wonder. Unless it was simply an illusion, which she was sure she would have been able to tell, then it was surely impossible.[/color:21c660e0]

Darith watches the halfling wield the sword with no outward show of suprise on his pale face, yet he smirks sardonicaly as the drow woman is called a stripper. He watches as one of the male dark elves move near him from the corner of his eye, and eases his scimitar in its sheathe.

Tyrmer · Post by **Tyrmer** » Tue May 02, 2006 3:13 pm

"I apologise for my forthrightness good Sirrah." He says to Geldin. "Swordcraft used to be a small hobby in my youth and my brother used to make such excellent swords, that's one of them there, above the hearth." One of the various decorations above the hearth (there are a few odds and ends on display with labels attached in small handwriting) is a large curved blade (a medium bastard sword) broken in three places. "I'm afriad I was always rather overzealous with them much to his chagrain. Aah the good old days..."

Ssin'urn Streea · Post by **Ssin'urn Streea** » Tue May 02, 2006 6:21 pm

[quote="Tyrmer":255q7e3q]The halfling takes the sword in one hand and, allowing for the fact that it reached the floor even if he held it above his head, gave it a few experimental swings then tossed it from hand to hand, seemingly oblivious to the world. "This is a good sword." He says to Geldin. He rubs his hand along the flat of the blade. He then, to all outside appearances, clumsily fumbles the sword and drops it onto the bar, it digs deep into the bar barely a fraction of an inch from the Drow female's hand. "Now, now good Mistress, none of your spellcraft in here." He then scurries behind the bar and fetches a bottle of wine and hands it to her with a glass.[/quote:255q7e3q]

[i:255q7e3q][b:255q7e3q][font=garamond:255q7e3q][color=indigo:255q7e3q]The snake heads snap back with a chorus of hisses, their sinuous bodies writhe tightly around her waist. Obviously slightly impressed by the halfling's action, the dark elven woman raises a perfectly arched brow with a curious smirk curling up from the corner of her full, dark lips. With a gracious flip of her wrist, she motions for the halfling to set the glass and bottle on the counter in front of her. [/color:255q7e3q][/font:255q7e3q][/size:255q7e3q][/b:255q7e3q][/i:255q7e3q]

Nedylene · Post by **Nedylene** » Tue May 02, 2006 6:29 pm

Nedylene smiles from beneath her hood.The halfling deftly wielding the giant blade reminds her of someone she used to know.

Unen_Stealthfoot · Post by **Unen_Stealthfoot** » Tue May 02, 2006 11:14 pm

Alkemar: *Continues to watch the drow female spellcaster, though he is aware of the knight to his side drawing his sword. He also quirks an eyebrow and dons an amused smile at the halfling's amazing feat.*

Xandar: *Also notices that the strange knight drew his sword and is in the same proximity as his brother. Like his brother, his face changes expression at the halfling's incredible feat, although, being less experienced than his brother, surprise shows clearly upon his face. However, he still laughs out loud at the expression of absolute shock on the minotaur's face.

Ssin'urn Streea · Post by **Ssin'urn Streea** » Wed May 03, 2006 2:00 am

[font=garamond:1cdh4z5a][i:1cdh4z5a][b:1cdh4z5a][color=indigo:1cdh4z5a]With a satisfied smirk the hauntingly beautiful Drow tosses her head. Her long snow white tresses spill over one shoulder to reveal the gentle curve of her obsidian neck. Anyone close enough to her can notice small curls of smokey colored elvish script that appear to be tattooed along the back of her neck and shoulder.

She had regained her concentration, the flip of her wrist being the final closure needed to cast the spell. Geldin might hear a voice inside his head, perhaps his own, perhaps not. He can't really be sure but it purposes genuinely thought provoking questions about his present company. He might become suddenly confused. His mind could begin to change in the way it works, as if someone, something has affected him. He could have utterly conflicting thoughts about everyone around him. He cannot escape the power of the confusing voices inside his head telling him to do things he would never do, to say things he would never say, and as he looks around the room he begins to feel as though everyone is watching him, laughing, mocking, pointing fingers. He begins to feel as if the others are secretly plotting to kill him... because the voices crying and screaming inside his head will not stop telling him so.

The pupils of Ssin'urn Streea's lilac eyes become large in the soft golden glow of light as she casually observes the movements of Alkemar and Xandax. Her expression softens though she still appears to be aloof, her subtle smile is warm and inviting.
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Tyrmer · Post by **Tyrmer** » Wed May 03, 2006 9:58 am

OOC: My guy knows elvish and has good eyesight, translation of text please?

IC: The halfling does as motioned and places the wine and glass on the bar in front of Sinn'urn then starts cleaning a few glasses behind the bar, his eyes narrow on the completion of the spell and he sighs, awaiting results. He did so hate it when people were foolish.

Rooky · Post by **Rooky** » Wed May 03, 2006 10:17 am

*Geldin starts hearing sounds in his head. Strange sounds, sounds ordering, pleading, screaming, and telling to do things he'd never eaven dreamed of. He grumbled, and took his greatsword and put it ack into it's sheat. He took a dagger out, and slowly started turning it in his hand. He desperately tried to calm himself, knowing from experiance that an angry minotaraur is not a very nice minotaur. He turned, and leaned his back on the bar. Geldin tryed to find the bitch or bastard who was going to betray him. While scaning the room he was getting more angry. He took a
ring out of his pocket and put it on his finger. The voices were calming down, but not enough to calm him completly down. He looked at the drow sorcerer that sitted next to him. He smirked at the very idea. The thiefling? With his experiance, it could well be....The overzealus drow? On top of his list. The ring was loosing his power...Angry minotaur...Run for your lives*

Ssin'urn Streea · Post by **Ssin'urn Streea** » Wed May 03, 2006 6:13 pm

[quote="Tyrmer":22o5lucv]OOC: My guy knows elvish and has good eyesight, translation of text please?

IC: The halfling does as motioned and places the wine and glass on the bar in front of Sinn'urn then starts cleaning a few glasses behind the bar, his eyes narrow on the completion of the spell and he sighs, awaiting results. He did so hate it when people were foolish.[/quote:22o5lucv]

[color=indigo:22o5lucv][i:22o5lucv][b:22o5lucv][font=garamond:22o5lucv]The ash colored tattoos are raised above her flawless charcoal black skin. Upon closer inspection they do not look like tattoos at all but appear to be scrolled scaring burnt into her flesh. The scars are thick and deeply embedded, swirling artisticly into Drow symbols derived from ancient elvish script, creating a strange dialect. Some Drow might find it to be a physical imperfection. The halfling can decipher broken bits of words, just enough to get an idea that they are pertinent to punishment and reprimandation.

Her subtle smile widens a bit. She seems so frail, delicate, and willowly. It just could not be her fault. After all, she surely must have spent most of her life training in tactical combat as well as phsycological warfare. It is expected among any and all true Drow from the Underdark. It is all they have ever known, having been conditioned and disciplined as a small, innocent child. She must have been forced to use various forms of lethal magic, to fight, and kill. She had to survive by any and all means to protect her House and defend her station. She is just too beautiful to adorn the appearance of evil.

Maintaining her concentration on the placement of the other Drow, Ssin'urn Streea smooths her hand along her thigh to fold back her cloak. She seems to take pleasure in studying the dark elven male up and down through the sparsely spaced strands of her white silken hair. Her soft lilac eyes slowly glance their way up over the dark elf's body as she contemplatively wraps her small graceful ebon hand around the base of her empty glass. She looks to the unopened bottle of Morimatra, sighs, then shyly lowerers her eyelids. [/b:22o5lucv][/i:22o5lucv][/color:22o5lucv][/size:22o5lucv][/font:22o5lucv]