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shadowsworn

(an experimental rp, basically everyone is invited, although I do suggest you try some other rping first, and brush up on your english :].

There is no set plot per se. That is, every single player has the power of a GM/OP, to some degree anyway. If there's any evidence of god-moding or ridiculous immaturity or just other ridiculous and stupid things I will of course step in. That said, you are encouraged to be creative and to have fun )



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The tavern is an old, worn building, two stories tall, and mostly made of a dark oak wood, although several parts, such as the kitchen, are made mostly of rough stone.

The wood comes close to the inn to the west, there is a road that goes into it. Tonight the wood, mostly made of dark tall pines, seems especially menacing. It is autumn, just past dusk, and a chill wind makes a moaning sound as it rustles the trees branches.

To the east and north, further up the road, lies the little village of Tisza. Nearly all the window in the village are dark, their occupants asleep, or come to the inn for a drink and to hear any stories that the travelers care to share.

The inn itself is dimly lit. A fire burns in the hearth, and several candles are lit, but the lamps that hang from the ceiling have been left unlit. There are not many customers yet, and they are not needed. Groups of men are sitting around several of the tables, largely the folk of the town, tanned and muscular from working fields, and mostly mustachioed, although there are already a few travellers seeking shelter from the dangers of the road.

The bartender stops polishing a mug for a moment, and takes a swig from a small bottle under the bar. The night is only just begun, and who knows what it might yet bring.

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Alyssa almost fell from her horse as she tried to dismount at the door of the tavern. She winced in pain, clenching her teeth at the ache in her legs.

As she fumbled with the saddle, trying to pull her bag free, she saw a small stableboy approach. She whirled around, evidently startling him slightly, for he took a step back, almost falling.

"Take him away, and see he is well looked after, or I shall have words with your master," she snapped, and tossed the boy two coppers.

Turning back to the horse, she finally succeeded in yanking her bag free, and limped towards the door of the inn, "The Black Rose" as the wooden sign, moving slightly with the wind, proclaimed it to be.

She shoved the door open with one hand, and stood a moment, blinking in the sudden light. Several of the customers looked surprised to see a woman in such a place, but no one said anything as she walked by towards the bar.

The bartender looked up as she approached. He looked much like the other locals, black hair, although with some grey here and there, and with a heavy mustache. His face was craggy and weatherworn, and his eyes a dark brown.

"What would you like, miss?" he said, "Pardon me, but it is not often we get a woman in here, at this time of night no less. Might I ask what brings you to Tisza?"

Alyssa shook her head, "I would like a room for the night."

"Yes, we have quite a number of rooms free still, that is no problem, miss. That will be two silver pieces. I can have a meal sent up to your room if you wish..."

Alyssa pursed her lips, "No thank you, I believe I will stay here for now. A cup of your best red wine please, while I wait."

The bartender raised an eyebrow, but he scooped up the coins Alyssa dropped on the bar, and, taking a bottle from a high shelf, poured a full cup, which he placed on the bar in front of her. Then, excusing himself, he walked away towards the kitchen.

Alyssa sat absently for a moment, the pains in her legs forgotten, looking into the cup, at the still surface of the wine, not seeing it, recalling things that had come before.

She pulled back the hood of her cloak, her black hair falling slightly past her shoulders, framing her pale, dust-marked face, and sighed.

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conmon

Rokal was sitting at the corner of the tavern he snoozed lightly with 5 to 6 mugs of Ale at the bottom of his feet.Yawning he shifted from his place and his sword fell from his seat making a clang on the ground.

Shifting in his dream again he rolled to the edge of the seat and actually woke up sweaty and wide eyes. Then out of nowhere he threw up on the seat.

Groaning Rokal held his head and stared at the door as it opened and a woman stood in the doorway. "What....A woman..here..at a time like this?" He manages to make out before puking and then blacking out.

Rokal awoke once again not soon after and took a few minutes to recall what happened. Then staring up he noticed the woman was at the bar, Getting from his seat he walked slowly to her.

Rokal speaks drunkenly, "Rare to 'et a woman here, Ma-" He lets out a large belch then resumes his conversation. " May i ask ye name?" He says barely managing to stand.

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kain222

Akkarin sat at the bar. His muscular, yet small and seemingly scrawny ((Not to say he is in any way, his clothes mereley conceal his strength. )) frame not standing out much from the patrons of the tavern. He was wearing a long sleeved tunic, colored in a dark, blackish brown. He brushed a strand of obsidian black hair from his stubbled face. And peered curiously as a man began to harrass a woman who had entered the inn. He stared at the man incredilously, a hand falling to his dagger, which was attached to his belt, which held up black deer-leggings.

"Excuse me, sir." He said, in a polite manner that betrayed his intimidating posture. His eyes like daggers. "But i'm sure this lady has no wish to be troubled, she has obviously come a long way, and it would be uncurtious to trouble her."

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Fieryfly

((I like to join but I'm a bit confused, no character sheets by this role play? that is fine of course but I just wanted to check so I didn't miss anything or something... If it is than ignore this :P))

In the corner of the tavern, not far from a small window that was so dirty that you could not see the world outside through it a small figure was hiden in the shadows behind a table. For those who did not know it seemed like a slender guy with a old looking, dark green cloak with a cap that was placed over his head so that only when the candle on his table flamed a bit his eyes could be seen. A blending from grey and blue, those eyes stood clear and on guard, following every movement in the tavern it seemed.

They watched as the door opened and closed again and a woman entered the building. Still he did not move, one of his legs placed on the chair beside him showing some fine fitting boots made from dark brown leather and nice looking trousers who seems to surround his legs perfectly.

A man made said a word about that they were not much womans around here and a smile passed over the face of the person in the corner but it could not be seen by the others. If they only knew...

A sudden squall coming from one of the open windows blowed a part of the cap away and showed some short shabby black hair and a pretty face, something that did not fit her outfit and her place. Quickly the girl grabbed the cap and pulled it over her head again. Ruriana, or better known as Ruri (say Rory) checked if her face was covered again and looked back to the bar where an other man had spoken up.

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shadowsworn

(no character sheets needed. Just work in ways to describe your character as we go along :])

Alyssa glanced at the drunk reeling in front of her, and then quickly at the armed man who had accosted him.

"Thank you, but I can handle this," she said quietly. "My name..." she hesitated. Where she came from, names had power. This lot seemed harmless enough, but you never knew.

"Among my mother's folk, I am called Anya," she said. "You can call me that."

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TimeMasterX

Jered felt himself up against the wall of the stables. His hands running over the maid's back, her lips against his neck. "We," He breathed, "should really stop." She paid him no heed until the new horse was brought in by the boy.
Then the maid moved away from Jered, she ran back towards the tavern. Jered drew a dagger and pointed it at the boy. "Get out." He ordered coldly, he saw the gleam of coins in the boy's hand and grabbed them from him.

The boy also ran for the tavern, Jered grasped the horse's reins and led it into a pen. After making sure it was comfortable, he himself went through the doors to the tavern.

Jered's black cloak and dark leather clothing was a contrast with the warm light inside. He looked over the room before moving to the bar.

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Xenonight2

I burst into the tavern with a grin on my face. Just yesterday night, I had slain four highwaymen preying on the poor, defenseless men, women and children. Now, with justice served, my coinpurse swelled like my heart. A good deed done was its own reward they say, and I agree. But extras rewards are always nice, nonetheless. I had money to spare, and I greatly wished to spread the joy of the news in the nicest way possible.

"Citizens of Tela-Tisco-Tisva... Whatever the name of your village be! I come with great news!" I paused to let every soul in the tavern gaze upon me, dressed in a dazzling white and blue travel tunic, that I had meticulously managed to keep clean despite my hard journeying. "Four bandits just a day's travel to the south lie dead, and the roadways of this fair country are now four bandits safer! That's quite a bit safer! Hurrah! I, Sir Warouche of the Order of Sacred Knights, also known as the Knights of the Sacred Order, or even the Sacred Order of Knights... Olam's Eyes, I once even heard it called the Sacred Knights of the Order. Anyway, I killed them. And to celebrate this good deed done, I am buying every single patron here a pint of the Blue Pansies' finest ale! Actually, make that half a pint. Half a pint of this fair tavern's finest ale! And not one for me, dearest barkeep. One more hurrah!"

I waited patiently for the the tavern's people to hurrah. A few did indeed, mostly the less than sober ones, but others mostly stared at me. But none would grumble. Why should they? Free ale! What's not to like about that! I stood triumphantly while the faint hurrahs sort of echoed the room, positioning myself in a way that best showed the fine hilt of the sword that rested upon my hip. I then bowed, and made my way to the bar where I sat down upon a stool next to a comely black haired lass who had been having a conversation of some sort with a man showing his sheathed dagger, and a drunk. Perhaps a man who had been showing his sheathed dagger in the same manner that I had? Ah, I loved this country! Mayhaps this man had slain highwaymen himself, and was now proudly showing the tool of the deed as I had?

I took out a fair amount of coin and gave it to the barkeep, who had no doubt heard my announcement.

"For the half-pints," I told him as I sat upon my barstool, one leg over the other, and leaning against the counter. "And a plate of lamb-chops. You people make the most delicious lambchops. Does the recipe run in your fine people's blood, or is it a product of smelling this fresh country air every dewy morning? Ah, good sir, do not answer. I am content with the question!"

TimeMasterX

Jered walked over to the knight, his hands rested on his two short blades. "Greetings, 'Sir knight', it is an honour to meet you." His voice was sarcastic and mocking. "So you killed four bandits? Are you sure they weren't the three old beggars who sat at the side of the road?" This drew a laugh from the patrons.

"Oh, how rude of me." Jered slapped his head, "I didn't introduce myself." He took an exaggerated bow. "I'm Jered, part of the Order of the Black Phoenix." He narrowed his eyes, "I have been wanting to meet one of your little band of 'knights' for a while now."

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Xenonight2

I looked at the man who claimed to be part of the Order of the Black Pheonix and smiled at him. How nice of him to be honored to meet me! I never really considered myself to be all that important; just a knight on a pilgrimage passing through a pleasant little village, and helping out the pleasant little citizens along the way.

"Oh, no, no, I'm quite sure that they were four bandits. I have very good eyesight, you see. Not only that, but their heads fetched a very nice reward from the neighboring village. Kila... Kilmor... Kil-something. Not to mention they had dreadfully sharp swords which they tried very hard to stick into me whole saying, 'Stand and deliver!' Anyway, their militia captain was very happy to see their heads and gave me a modest reward. A reward which you will be enjoying in just a minute or so in the form of a delicious half-pint of ale.
"And the name of your order is quite curious. I'm afraid I have not heard of it. Black Pheonix? I was under the impression that Pheonixes were orange or purple. Yes, purple! Please, take a seat next to me while you wait for your half-pint and I'll tell you the tale of how in the Eastern Seas they believe that Pheonixes are purple."

TimeMasterX

Jered rolled his eyes, "You know what, I think I'll pass." He smiled wryly, "I don't drink while I'm on a job." He eyed the lamb chips that had been placed upon the counter. "Nor do I eat, safer that way."

He sat beside the knight, "Yes, it's quite obvious you haven't heard of me or my order. I like to think you'd have reacted differently if so." He looked curiously at the man beside him, "How long have you been a knight? Not long I'll bet."

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