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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Nov 5, 2010 23:05:57 GMT -5
Anyone can join this thread. c: Have fun!
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The door to The Dragon's Keep opened quietly, as a teenager in a pale gray hooded cloak stepped inside, staying around the entrance just long enough to ease the door to a close. The conversations attempting to overpower one another might have drowned out the sound of a door shutting on its own, but with enough people facing the door to observe every newcomer, Lorin didn't want any extra eyes on him.
He wore a blue long tunic and brown pants, in an attempt to fit in with the rest of the crowd, although his rapier still rested on the side of his belt. He'd be in a pretty sorry position if he had relieved himself of any defense while sneaking out of the castle. God forbid something happen to him, or else the officials in the castle wouldn't never let him hear the end of it. His knee-high boots stepped lightly on the wooden boards as he made his way to one of the tables on the edge of the room, thankfully not tripping over any loose legs or bottles on the floor. He had been getting progressively less and less sleep the past couple of nights, and his coordination was starting to suffer.
But Lorin slipped into a chair without any embarrassing slip-ups, and he was free to be a person for the day. A regular, plain old person not thinking about vampires, or what the wereanimals thought about humans, or about their advisors out to get them.
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Post by Stella Rein Gwenanotta on Nov 6, 2010 1:07:34 GMT -5
Stella sighed as she finished another round through the city of Cados. Her trips to spy on the city had grown more frequent recently, and although she enjoyed them, they were very tiring. Sometimes it was difficult to contain a vampire's urge for blood, but she managed. True, it was difficult, but possible, nonetheless.
Her satin red cloak and hood fell almost majestically over her body, its delicate folds flowing slowly as she walked. She wore a long pure purple gown underneath her cloak, looking fairly out of place in the tavern, but she stopped at The Dragon's Keep almost every time she ventured to Cados; therefore, nothing was overly mysterious about her clothing.
The tavern was unusually loud and crowded on this day, which could be either good or bad, depending on one's viewpoint. On one hand, she could be almost invisible because of all the distractions within the building, but on the other hand, she could end up in the middle of a disturbance, possibly exposing her true self. It was okay, though, because she was well trained in the ways of humanity, considering that she was one only a few centuries before, and she had been coexisting with them as a vampire even to this day.
Finally, Stella noticed a less energetic side of the tavern and sat at a table with another human. Maybe she could even attempt to make some conversation with this person and learn something about the recent happenings, or maybe she would end up just sitting there for an hour and then leaving. Either way, she didn't plan on speaking first, so she only sat and looked in the hooded figure's general direction, waiting for a conversation starter.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Nov 6, 2010 8:34:09 GMT -5
Always a regular guest at any tavern, Draven stepped into the Dragon's Keep behind the shorter hooded figure, closing the door with a loud thump. A quick scan of the room and he had two possible victims. And since he was in a rather good mood, he would probably end up talking to them both, if not sitting with one or othe other. A half-smile crossed one side of his face and he stepped to stand beside Stella, knowing her much better after that damn meeting. "Miss Gwenanotta," he greeted, quietly, knowing she would hear him over the noise in the Keep. "Wonderful seeing you again." He blinked at her then looked at the hooded figure she had been watching. He moved to cross his arms, the typical clank of metal beneath his black cloak sounding as he shifted. "Are you going to stand here or talk to him?" he asked, shrugging as soon as he said it. "Either way, I'm going to go sit and see who he is. He smells... just slightly different than the others here." He quickly stepped away, weaving through the humans with ease before dropping into a seat beside the hooded boy. A louder sound made its way from beneath his cloak and he did his best to pull the fabric around him as he crossed his arms again, leaning back in his seat. He looked at the young man, curiously. He studied him, how timid he seemed, before he decided maybe it was better to pull conversation rather than stare and creep him out. "I've never seen you here," he started, chuckling at how stupid he was making himself sound. "You're rather different than the typical rough-housers and drunks that come in here. Mind if I join you?" Not that the boy had a choice but if he was really that distressed, he could get up and move. OoC: I was hyper when I wrote this...  '' So Draven's sort of hyper too... |
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Post by Shadi Relinadad on Nov 6, 2010 15:43:50 GMT -5
The young mage had tucked himself into one of the few open tables, listening to the lively patron's of the Dragon's Keep. The place was admitedly louder than the Loyal Stallion, but otherwise one tavern seemed to be fairly interchangeable with any other. With his teacher gone focusing on younger pupils, he'd figured it a good time to travel to Cados when he had no immediate responsibilities to worry over. He twisted a gold ring around his index finger, unable to keep from fiddle with the small piece of metal.
He was dressed warmly, layering a ruffled black shirt beneath a dark grey jacket. His hair partially braided, was a little less well kept than it could be, though who among drunks would even notice the color of his blonde hair, let alone its style? Though he wasn't sure what to do with himself now that he was in Cados, he was fairly pleased with the trip so far.
(Feh, rushed intro. X3 )
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Nov 6, 2010 18:19:09 GMT -5
Considering it took a lot for a day to be considered out of the ordinary in a bar, where various races, classes, and travelers stopped in every night, it could easily be said that it was just another ordinary night.
At least, it was normal, up until two unfortunately familiar vampires strolled in. Malcolm, brushing through chairs and tables (and keeping his distance from the two bloodsuckers), snorted. Of course, of all his fellow vamps that could have dropped by, the only two in his bar were the two outspoken advocates against murdering the whole royal family.
Making a point to stay a distance away from their table, Malcolm swung by another table and dropped a couple of mugs to a duo of pleasantly polite strangers before moving on to another table. (He wasn’t the Dragon’s only bartender; some other twit could handle Draven and Miss Gwennie and whatever poor fool had gotten stuck with them.) In the meantime, he made his way towards one solitary, hopefully quiet man. The plan was to look so busy that he just would not have the time to stop and chat.
Malcolm reached the lone stranger’s table and smiled. (You didn’t get tips by moping.) “Need anything?”
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Nov 6, 2010 19:54:25 GMT -5
He was starting to get a little more comfortable, before a woman came to sit at his table. She looked more well off than the other people in the tavern, but the longer she just sat there, looking at him, the more he started shifting uncomfortably under her gaze. Why wasn't she saying anything? Without realizing, Lorin was leaning back, away from her, when a dark-haired man sauntered over as well. So he knew her? Why did they come to his table? Now he was practically squirming, as if the bronze eyes were pinning him to the spot.
"Um..." he responded dumbly at first. He was almost distressed enough to get up and move, but that would call more attention to himself, not to mention letting his ground go signaled a defeat, politically or otherwise. The thing he feared most were that they were a couple of bandits or con artists. No doubt the vampires, not that he thought them to be that, could hear his heartbeat thudding rapidly. "Alright..." he said, despite his better judgment.
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Post by Stella Rein Gwenanotta on Nov 6, 2010 21:40:20 GMT -5
Stella soon dazed off and became caught up in thought. Fortunately, Draven stopped by and got her attention back on her surroundings, and Stella smiled at him and nodded.
"Well met, Draven." Stella listened to his question, frowned slightly, and nodded. "Of course. I was just...getting a feel for the business in here. There is something about him. Something...is so...familiar."
She resumed looking in the boy's general direction when Draven moved over to his side. He questioned him a little and the boy only gave a soft, scared answer. Stella wasn't surprised, though. First, a hooded woman sits and stares at him silently for a while, and then another random man speaks with her and starts questioning the poor boy. It'd sound suspicious to her, also, if she was human. He was human, right?
Guess I'll find out eventually.
Stella slowly took her hood off in an attempt to make things the slightest bit more comfortable at the table. It probably wouldn't work, but it was a start.
"Excuse me, I must have forgotten my manners on the way in. I suppose it is alright if I sit with you, then?" She waited for a moment and nodded. "Great! So, sir, may I ask your name?"
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Post by Draven Hunter on Nov 7, 2010 8:29:31 GMT -5
Draven smiled at the boy. That was better than rejection or the kid getting up and moving. At least he was trying to associate himself with the two. He patted the boy's shoulder before leaning back in his chair.
"Thanks," he said, looking at Stella.
He nodded at her question. A name would probably help him get a grasp on why he felt the stranger was different. Lifting his arms, he clasped them behind his head, bronze eyes watching between the two intently.
OoC: Sorry it's short... I'm not having a good morning. -_- Dropped a log on my toe...
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Post by Shadi Relinadad on Nov 7, 2010 17:57:15 GMT -5
Watching the people interacting within the tavern, it was clear some stood out more than others. He looked up when the bartender came by, smiling amiably at the man, "Ah, yes. Could I have raspberry cider? And," He glanced at the well dressed young woman, and her friend, who'd overtaken a rather overwhelmed looking young man, "Can you tell me anything about them? Regulars maybe?" It probably wasn't anything important, but they stood out enough that he felt it was worth asking.
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Nov 7, 2010 20:31:29 GMT -5
Not apple, but raspberry cider. A bit odd, for sure, but it still beat the talkative two. Malcolm shrugged and set the order to memory while the stranger moved on to ask about, of course, the strange trio a couple tables down. Malcolm sighed; just his luck.
“The two pushy ones are familiar,” he replied. “They drop by every so often. I wouldn’t go by them unless you’re looking for a long chat. Those two can waste dull hours without even blinking. The third one’s just their victim, I suppose.” He almost turned away, then hesitated and asked a question of his own: “What’s your interest in them?”
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Nov 7, 2010 20:52:21 GMT -5
Would it be alright for her to sit with them? Lorin didn't see why not... This other stranger was sitting with him already. He drew his lips in when they asked him his name, if only because they did not give their own first. "My name is Tier Findlyn..." he replied. It felt... good to use that name.
His heartbeat slowed, and his shoulders relaxed a bit. So many times he had recited his name in front of the mirror, but this one actually had a presence, rather than a weight. Suddenly it felt like the burden of another soul left his body, and while he looked at the man and woman with reasonable suspicion, the scribble of fear was gone. "And may I know the names of you two?"
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 7, 2010 22:23:25 GMT -5
Travis was pondering at the situation at hand as he was cleaning the glasses in the bar. He felt incapacitated for having to be in debt to a bartender after destroying the upstairs in a brawl. Being the honorable man he was, the bounty hunter planned on paying every single cent by working for Malcolm. While it hampered down on Travis's crime fighting, his time at the Dragon's Keep has given him time to think about Ivan's words. While he ignored most doomsayers, it seemed like the world coming closer to the flames of chaos. From what he interrupt Ivan's prophecy, it seems like war may come between the were-creatures, resulting in the rise of the vampires. While he wasn't much of an interventionist, he knew if this conflict grew large enough, it would be the end of days.
His trend thought was soon disrupted with entrance of customers. The first one was a young man. As the ranger observed him, the kid seemed nervous and out of place, not your normal drinker. Two other strangers entered in next. They were strange to the ranger, while he did slightly recognize the male, something about the duo didn't set him right. Then a wizard walked in, which Malcolm shiftly went over to serve. Somehow to Travis, it seemed like Malcolm didn't want to be associated with the man and woman, so he knew he had to serve them.
Travis wasn't much of a people's person, nor did he like the deal he was in. So as he walked up to them and asked what they, his approach wasn't enthusiastic.
"Hello, welcome to the Dragon's Keep, how may I be of service to you?" he asked in a boring, monotoned voice.
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Post by Stella Rein Gwenanotta on Nov 8, 2010 21:37:21 GMT -5
Stella listened to the boy in front of her and nodded while she waited for him to speak. When he spoke, though, she stopped nodding. His name was Tier Findlyn? Something didn't sound right. She knew this boy from somewhere! Oh well, maybe it was just a hunch.
"Tier, Findlyn...nice to meet you. My name is Stella," she said, smiling and holding out her hand for him.
A man walked up to their table, most likely a waiter, and offered his service. Well, that was a new way to ask for an order. She didn't necessarily come in for a meal, but hey, she might as well order a drink as long as she was speaking to the boy.
"Yes sir, may I have...just some simple rum, please."
Rum. Interesting order for Stella. She wasn't the one to order bland alcohol such as rum. It was a very common drink among the poorer community, but she hadn't tried it, so she might as well taste something new while she still had the chance.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Nov 9, 2010 9:02:50 GMT -5
Draven smiled at the boy again. That didn't seem to fit him but, hey, who was he to disagree on a name? That'd be sort of stupid. And he didn't really care. He listened to Stella introduce herself and looked toward the bored looking man as he asked how he could be of service. That was entertaining. He lifted a hand and ruffled his dark hair.
"I'll have what she's having," he said, not feeling like thinking about his order.
He turned to look at Tier again, bronze eyes bright and interested.
"Draven Hunter," he said, lifting a hand and holding it out to him.
A simple gesture he'd learned humans liked. At least, he assumed they liked it. They did it enough to make it seem that way, didn't they? He tilted his head, watching the boy carefully.
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Nov 9, 2010 18:14:48 GMT -5
He was probably the most unenthusiastic server ever, but Lorin was glad for the distraction as he turned to the out-of-place looking man. "I'll have mead." Just something that wasn't so strong; he'd already hurt himself enough for one week.
"It's a pleasure to meet you.. Stella, Draven," he said to them. He glanced at Draven's hanging hand, tentatively lifting his own and shaking it. It wasn't all that firm a shake, and Lorin was quick to break it. From the sound of it, Stella sounded a little offput, but he wasn't sure what would make her feel that way. What was more disconcerting was the way Draven was watching him like a hawk. Lorin shifted slightly, "...Are you locals?"
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'' So Draven's sort of hyper too...
