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Post by Trey on Jan 17, 2006 12:15:15 GMT -5
((obviously no one seems too keen on the whole 'hey let's RP as pirates' thing. I'm guessing because no one really knows nautical terms or how to sail or much about pirates. I don't either, just RP it damn it! >< Anyways, this is a medieval/Tavern RP... sort of. It's medieval to an extent. My friends and I began this RP a while ago but stopped, it's pretty interesting so I'm using the concept)
A small tavern, secluded between mountainous ranges, is the only inhabited inclusion on this plane, the mountains have been deemed long ago as impassable, for if one was to travel across the ranges to the east away from the tavern, they would only find themselves scaling down the mountains on the west, towards the tavern. The oddness of this snowbound land caused it to be a large attraction, bringing people from all across the eras to the tavern. But that was long ago, now the tavern lay in almost poverty, just bringing in enough to keep it running for the few travelers and wayfarers that remember it's warmth and neutralness, for everyone from peasants to kings, from priests to murderers, were welcome at The Drunken Snake. A small sign swung idly back and forth, the image of a snake, a mug of ale in it's tail adorned it, as well as the worn words dubbing the tavern it's name.
It seems strange, that you cannot leave this land by traveling in any direction, and many may question how one gets to it and then leaves from it when they are through. But it is not so strange to the people who inhibit these lands, for a little ways away, up a small incline, there stand twelve stone portals, each leading to a different land. They stand in a semicircle, facing the tavern and are surprisingly sturdy, for it is obvious that they are magics from old. Engraved in the top of each portal is a single different word:
Lathia (The Realm of the Forest. Is Filled with faeries and magical creatures. Wild animals and nature roam free.)
Earth (The modern realm. The world in 2006, Earth.)
Flahara (A land in which fire is always present. Volcanoes and rivers of molten lava are a constant sight.)
Kalakda (A land of four countries: Halasthas, Pindeowind, Darkrenia and Linithrode. This is in the era of medieval times, where dragons and magic dominated.)
Harda (The demon realm. Place where demons, fiends, and infernals are born and thrive.)
Narcie (The Water Realm. Is entirely ocean except for one single, humongous futuristic city built above and below the water level. The indigenous beings of this land have gills as well as lungs.)
Celestia (The Heavenly Realm. Home to Angels and Celestials as well as other benefiting outsiders.)
00101 (Translated as E, A city of machines and mechanical beings, cyborgs and androids, technology at it's finest.)
Brogdor (The Future Realm. Home to Aliens and other futuristic beings.)
Alesha (The swamp realm. Home to creatures of land and water, it's environment ever foggy.)
Litaida (A city in the sky. Hover pads holding a gigantic city aloft, where a bird-like species thrives.)
Realms (A realm of other realms. An area where it's history is forgotten, a place where twelve gates, created before the gates above were fathomed. A realm where few journey to, and none journey back.)
Each of these twelve gates leads to another realm, each realm with it's own set of gates.
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Post by Roha on Jan 17, 2006 12:27:20 GMT -5
((Eeeeee! *luffs* I missed you Drunken Snake! *drowns in a sea of happiness and DS ale* ))
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Post by Trey on Jan 25, 2006 13:27:57 GMT -5
NPC = Nick
((Note: Nick is an NPC, Non-Player Character. This means that anyone may use him in their post to further their posts along, for instance, you can order a drink and have him get it for you. I must ask for the sake of NPC's personalities that you do not RP more than is needed and that you do not RP them outside of your post. All NPCs are directly controlled by Trey in the Drunken Snake RP. If you need something done from an NPC that is vital to further your character's story, but it will endanger these guidelines, message Trey and she will make sure that your goal is accomplished in the best way for the NPC possible. ~Trey, Ultimate Spleen God~))
A door behind the bar counter creaked open, practically inaudible despite the quietness of the few patrons. Several bottles peaked through the crack before their carrier followed, many more bottles in tote. The old door fell back into it's place of rest as the man made his way to the counter, the dusty and unintelligible bottles in hand. Placing the bottles onto the counter, the man ducked down and began placing them in a random pattern on the shelves below. The shelves stretched from one side of the bar to the other, covered in dust and seemingly left there unused for decades. Few bottles had labels, and those that did were faded and illegible. The bartender quickly found a place for each new bottle, only having to move one bottle to make room for them despite the fact that the shelves seemed full even before the new bottles. After Nick's arduous task was completed, he made his silent way with an almost clean rag, smearing the dust from the counter to the rag, for the most part. The business in the tavern used to be booming, but after several attacks from a giant beast known as a lag'gar, and even after the lag'gar was destroyed by a group of travellers that banned together, the flow of patrons never increased again. Nick's assumption was that many of the twelve realms destroyed or hid their 13th gates in order to stop any threat of the indiginous beast making it's way to their realm by way of traveler or otherwise.
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Post by Trey on Jan 25, 2006 13:35:15 GMT -5
The main door of the tavern swung open, the bell ringing maddly as it bashed against the wall. Holding the door open, a robed arm connected to a tall figure wearing a brown robe, hood up and covering all but his chin and mouth. After a moment of pause, the figure made it's way slowly to the bar. Despite his slow movements, the robed man made it to the counter in moments due to his enormous stride. Placing one hand on the counter, the man waited for the bartender to arrive. Nick quickly made his way to the new patron, a smile on his face. After a brief conversation, the bartender dissapeared under the bar only to bring up a dusty bottle of red liquid. Dusting the bottle off on his own sleeve, Nick handed it off to the man, who uncorked it and took a long swig, head and bottle going verticle. As he tilded his head, the man's hood fluttered down to rest on his back, revealing wild brown hair that fell down to just below his earlobes. The man's chin was covered in stubble, as if he hadn't shaved in a couple days. Bringing his head back down, the man let his hand and the bottle drop to his side to rest dangling by the stool. On the back of the man's robe, adorns a curious symbol, an interestingly elaborate cross with vines growing throughout it. Surrounding the cross is a circle.
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Post by Roha on Jan 25, 2006 13:54:09 GMT -5
Pointed, furred black ears twitched slightly as the bell signaling a new patron jangled madly, jarring the owner of the ears awake. She grumbled darkly, a reprimanding curse on her tongue before her icy blue eyes fell on the new arrival.
A small smirk crept across her pale features as the familiar figure spoke to the bartender. The robed man stood out in any group with his tall build, but Nick. Heh, Nick was a man so plain and simple he would go unnoticed in a two-person crowd. ((XD Told ya I'd get it in there, Trey!!)) Roha had seen Nick go about his daily bar keeping routines for the past week, and she had grown bored of it within the first five minutes of her arrival.
But now, now she had someone to entertain and amuse her, someone to pester and assault with her wickedly sharp tongue, and someone who could dish those friendly insults right back without any ill feelings.
"Don't you humans ever bath, shave or brush your hair?" she asked in a scathing voice, small nose wrinkled in feigned disgust as she approached the robed man.
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Post by Trey on Jan 25, 2006 15:23:45 GMT -5
The hand holding the dangling bottle twitched at the sound of the demon's voice. A smile laid hidden on his face, still facing down at the bar.
"At least us humans don't shit wherever we want, and only have hair on certain parts of our body. We don't have to bathe every five minutes to satisfy some freakshow demon's sences," the man retorted before turning around and revealing a slight smile.
Pelstos leaned back on the bar, now facing the entire room, the slight smile turning into a wide grin, "How've you been shorty? I'm glad to see you look as putrid as ever." The man took another swig of the red liquid, his mood having improved greatly with the revelation of his old companion and friend.
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Post by Roha on Jan 25, 2006 15:40:45 GMT -5
Roha scoffs, looking away from Pelstos in a 'you're not worthy of my gaze' sort of way. "'Shit wherever we want'? You must be thinking of dog demons and your fellow drunkards." She chuckles quietly, turning her gaze back to the human. She sniffs disdainfully as she takes a moment to inspect Pelstos's attire. "And I'm not remotely putrid when compared to that damnable stained bed sheet you're always wearing!"
Without warning, her hand darts out from its confines in her long robe sleeve, moving with nearly invisible speed gifted to demons. She aimed to snatch the bottle of liquor from Pelstos, but her fingertips passes several inches below her target. With a disgruntled huff, she slumps into the nearest stool. "Have you gotten taller, or are you wearing those new high-heeled boots that are so popular in Kalakda presently? You do realize those are meant for women, right?" she teased as she signaled to Nick for a drink of her own.
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Post by Trey on Jan 27, 2006 5:00:58 GMT -5
The drunkard let out a low chuckle, passing the bottle of red wine to the demon. "Maybe you've just shrunken a bit.."
Pelstos let his eyes fall upon and examine his new drinking buddy before commenting again.
"You know I would never wear anything so outlandish as those boots. It's against my Order." The tall man seemed genuinely serious about his last comment, his face smileless as he gazed towards Roha.
After a second or two, Pelstos burst into laugher, keeling over at his own joke, despite the fact that it didn't seem much like a joke. Anyone who had ever visited Kalakda, The Medieval Realm, would quickly be able to decifer from his comment about his Order and the symbol on the back that Pelstos wore the robes of a priest of the Order of Kathos, a religious order that worshiped the Goddess Trinis and made it's purpose to seek out and destroy demons that caused harm to humans. The robes of any entry level or average level priest was adorned with a cross interwoven with vines. On a higher level, the high priests, who stayed within the confines of the Temple and carried out rituals and sacrifices; and the highest level of priests, who were often sent out on their own to take care of demons or in a very rare case, sent to the king to advise and be head of security of the castle, had a circle surounding the universal cross and vines of their order.
Pelstos let his laugh subside before standing from the stool and excusing himself quietly to his healer friend.
"Excuse me, Roha, but I believe i've had a bit too much to drink today, I went to the tavern in Kalakda that serves that incredible Treeroot Ale and I just couldn't get enough," With a bow, Pelstos made his way up a staircase going off to the left of the bar.
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Post by Roha on Jan 27, 2006 14:40:03 GMT -5
Roha accepted the red wine from Pelstos with a muttered thanks. She allowed herself a few laughs are the human's peculiar joke, somewhat amused by the fact that patrons within hearing range were utterly baffled by the words.
She knew full well what jobs most priests of the Order were assigned to. Demon extermination. She wondered momentarily what had possessed her to befriend Pelstos so many years ago. Demons and priests got along as well as dogs and cats.
But, she thought to herself with wry amusement, strange things can take place when Lag'gars threaten many lives...
With a start, she brought herself out of her musings in time to hear Pelstos's form of good night. She blinked at his words as she turned back to her wine. Never had she heard Pelstos say he'd had too much to drink, it was like a living creature saying they'd had too much air to breathe.
"He's getting old, eh Nick?" she asked as she shot a glance at the bartender, noting the anxious expression on his face as well. "Heh, humans and their mortality..."
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Post by Roha on Jan 27, 2006 14:41:27 GMT -5
((We need Haishin and Haku, Trey! XD Those two are so much fun to RP with, although, no where near as fun as the priest and healer >) Pelstos= greatest RP charrie ever, as always.))
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Post by Trey on Jan 27, 2006 15:40:33 GMT -5
Several yards from the lonesome tavern, the twelve realm gates stood. Although all of them were for the most part unused... one of them was the most run down. The twelth gate, the one leading to a realm of other realms, would suprize anyone who saw it that it was still standing. It would have fallen long ago without the Elven magic, or so we assume is who put the gates up, for it's decrepit state gives proof of the haunting stories and myths of the twelth realm's utter terror.
As if a dream, the watery substance that served as a portal made an unusual movement. It rippled. With ease and grace, a figure slid from the portal, bathed all in white. The six foot tall man, for that was clearly his gender, looked stonely upon the tavern and it's surroundings, seeming to take in every slight detail, though he really barely noticed the tavern itself. Falling upon human shaped ears was an unusual colouring of hair. Long flowing black hair seemed silky and well taken care of, matching the cleanliness and softness of this white shirt, pants, and cloak, but one thing was out of the ordinary, a long white stripe in the middle of his jet-black hair. The man's feet were also curious, for he wore no shoes in this snowied climate, and his only weapon seemed to be a twisted white staff, a white scaled claw gripping nothing at the end. The man stood a foot or two from the edge of the gate, as if he was waiting for soemthing to happen.
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Post by Roha on Jan 27, 2006 19:50:03 GMT -5
The twelfth gate rippled for a second time as another figure emerged after the white-clad one. The new arrival was a few inches shorter than the other, and was dressed in almost all black--the long white coat an exception. He stumbled, tripping over his own feet and sending himself unsteadily toward the other; fortunately, he managed to correct himself before colliding with the taller being. Running a hand through snow-white hair, he laughed nervously, black-tipped white rabbit ears twitching.
"Sorry, master," he apologized in a tone that gave the sense that those words are quite commonly used by him.
Shaking himself to regain composure, Haku turned to follow his master's gaze, fixated on the tavern resting at the bottom of the small hill.
((Yea, I'll put Haku's posts in blue black to save confusion.))
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Post by Trey on Feb 3, 2006 4:16:34 GMT -5
Without hinting that he noticed his companion, Haishin made his way down the hill and towards the Tavern. As he walked, he allowed his gaze to wander, jumping from one area of the thirteenth realm to another. His memory pulled images of severed feet and arms lying all throughout the snowied lawn.
((Chair-sama, should we make this at the time period where we started to write the book?))
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Post by Roha on Feb 3, 2006 17:21:58 GMT -5
((Yea, might as well. We can't go too far past the book time period, because Pelstos would be going into his fifties XDDD ))
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Post by Trey on Feb 3, 2006 18:56:39 GMT -5
((and Trey would be.... *shifty eyes* NVM... shhhhhh...))
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