As the elven woman looked out over the forest and across into Kelethin, her thoughts darkened, and her anger grew. Her eye fell on that den of depravity, the bar located on the highest platform. HER bar, that tramp Peachis.
She scowled, thinking back to the days she'd been with Amaik, her first love, and the man she'd wanted to marry. And he *would* have married her, if he hadn't met that slut that he got pregnant and forced into marrying. And he'd met that stupid high elf at HER bar. Maybe if she wasn't so damn loose, he'd never have been tempted by the other woman, and her heart wouldn't have been broken.
Lyinar stood, glaring out in the direction of the bar. Someone really should get rid of that place, she thought. It brings nothing but bad luck.
She got a considering look for a moment, then smirked to herself. "And I guess that someone should be me," she murmured to herself. Grinning, Lyinar headed down the rope ladder leading to the ground, plans already forming in her mind.
Lyinar Ka`Bael, Piney Fresh Druidess - Luclin
Her long blonde hair was tucked up about the top of her head, gathered in a length of leather strapping. Loose tendrils of hair spilled around her face as she worked.
She hoisted boxes and crates of food and drink across the counter as she opened them one by one, putting them on the shelves behind her.
She looked up, taking a long tired breath as she lifted the last box onto the bars counter top. Staring out the window for a moment, Peachis let out the breath.
She ran her fingers over her neck, rubbing at a tense spot in her shoulders.
"Awfully quiet today.." She whispered to herself, feeling the stillness at the tops of the trees a little too quiet for her comfort and began humming louder.
Necromancer: How DARE you imply that I was involved in a rude act with my undead servant! I will flay the flesh from your bones! I will summon a thousand maggot-ridden corpses to gnaw your flesh! I will trap your soul in-
Ghoul: My ass hurts.
Necromancer: How DARE you imply that I was involved in a rude act with my undead servant! I will flay the flesh from your bones! I will summon a thousand maggot-ridden corpses to gnaw your flesh! I will trap your soul in-
Ghoul: My ass hurts.
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Originally posted by The Last Strider:
OOC: Note: The slutty tender is NOT supposed to be Peachis. Just FYI
Is it supposed to be my inn????
Necromancer: How DARE you imply that I was involved in a rude act with my undead servant! I will flay the flesh from your bones! I will summon a thousand maggot-ridden corpses to gnaw your flesh! I will trap your soul in-
Ghoul: My ass hurts.
The cheerful little halfling was stiring to the warmth of the sun as it rose in the city of Kelethin. Opening his eyes he looked around trying to remember where he was. By Bristlebane's toes! The halfling had looked down to see the ground a far ways down. The halfling tried to remember why he was in Kelethin and tried to forget it beause he really didn't care and it didn't matter. Since he had come to Faydwer looking for a good drink and some adventure and after getting run out of Qeynos for 'borrowing' serval items from the Clerics of Freeport he welcomed being in a friendly town. Delrathi got up and did his morning exerises, which conisted of cracking all ten fingers. He snuck to the side of the Tavern and peered in the window and saw a rather attractive wood elf preparing for the eveing.
He looked around the tavern from his lurking spot trying to see if there was anything worth 'borrowing'.........
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Necromancer: How DARE you imply that I was involved in a rude act with my undead servant! I will flay the flesh from your bones! I will summon a thousand maggot-ridden corpses to gnaw your flesh! I will trap your soul in-
Ghoul: My ass hurts.
He was considering going "home" to Freeport, but if you don't have a home to go to, you're really not far from it... North Freeport was the town he'd grown up and trained in, and where many of his belongings resided in the Hall of Truth, but it wasn't "home", for several reasons...
He looked up to see the Tavern before him. He hadn't had any minions of evil to fight for a while, and perhaps a night of spirits would provide an adequate distraction. He'd never been to this Tavern before; perhaps it was time to give this one a try.
Besides, it was a long way back to Ocy's... hopefully this place had something to overcome his high tolerance for alcohol...
Mightion trudged into the bar, took a seat, and removed his helm. With a groan, he rubbed his eyes tiredly...
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A friend had asked for him to deliver a rather rare jewel to Ak'anon, but Kaladeyn wanted to stay for at least one day in his home town. After walking past a few of the more popular inns, and seeing their rather run-down condition, he made his way to one of the highest platforms in the town. A paladin, wearing very shiny looking armor, walked in as Kaladeyn made his way up the ramp. He quietly opened the door and walked in, looking around for the innkeeper.
OOC: note, i know lyin dosent own the bar, but a dark elf wouldnt really no the buying and selling of taverns in kelethin now would they?
From the Inferno MTG card
She dusted her hands across her apron, and pushed the stray strands of hair out of her eyes. Pushing the box across the counter she cleared her throat and motioned to Kaladeyn and Mightion.
"Get you a drink?"
Necromancer: How DARE you imply that I was involved in a rude act with my undead servant! I will flay the flesh from your bones! I will summon a thousand maggot-ridden corpses to gnaw your flesh! I will trap your soul in-
Ghoul: My ass hurts.
Necromancer: How DARE you imply that I was involved in a rude act with my undead servant! I will flay the flesh from your bones! I will summon a thousand maggot-ridden corpses to gnaw your flesh! I will trap your soul in-
Ghoul: My ass hurts.
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Necromancer: How DARE you imply that I was involved in a rude act with my undead servant! I will flay the flesh from your bones! I will summon a thousand maggot-ridden corpses to gnaw your flesh! I will trap your soul in-
Ghoul: My ass hurts.
He gave a weary smile to the elf. "Got anything for a man who's beaten dwarves in drinking contests?"
Sir, I haven't borrowed anything........ I slept most of the day. I am sorry but i have taken nothing please remove your hands before i call the guards, for shaking an a helpless halfling!
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Necromancer: How DARE you imply that I was involved in a rude act with my undead servant! I will flay the flesh from your bones! I will summon a thousand maggot-ridden corpses to gnaw your flesh! I will trap your soul in-
Ghoul: My ass hurts.
"Wine, please..."
Lashanna then looks back to the paladin, and, with a bit of sarcasm in her voice, makes use of a terrible pickup line.
"Come here often?"
She grinned.
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"Time to go home," he thinks to himself.
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Turning her back to the mob of people she scanned over her shelves, grabbing a few bottles of this, and a few bottles of that. Turning again to the counter, she poured them into the large bowl and grabbed a ladle from under the counter.
Stirring, Peachis brought the spoon to her lips and tasted. Grinning she set the spoon back into the drink and opened the last box, the familiar clinking of glasses sang through the thin wooden box. She smiled, placing the lid of the box on the floor at her feet and motioned to the impromptu setup.
"Drinks are served... Please help yourself!"
Quickly, he grabbed the shoulder of strider and shook it a little, grabbing his attention.
"What do you think you are, the champion of justice? Lemme tell you something. I don't like people like you. I enjoy a little chaos and wrongdoing. It starts fights. And I love fights."
Strider just looked at the mage in amazement. Len was being quite bold, almost more than he really tends to be.
"One more thing.... you do it again, and there will be an 'accident'". On the word 'accident' Len flashed him a little cantrip fireball, and smirked.
Necromancer: How DARE you imply that I was involved in a rude act with my undead servant! I will flay the flesh from your bones! I will summon a thousand maggot-ridden corpses to gnaw your flesh! I will trap your soul in-
Ghoul: My ass hurts.
She sighed, and gathered herself up. Her legs were cramped and more than a little numb; a roof wasn't really the best place to spend the night. In fact, it rated pretty low, but the view was damn good; she could see over the tops of some of the trees, almost all save the really tall ones. She could see back to her old home of Felwithe, sighed a little at the sight... maybe, maybe she'd go back. But no time to think of that now. There was activity below.
Gaining entrance to a building without using the door is no real problem to a pixie; the window is more than large enough, adn you don't have to worry about plummeting to your doom if you slip. She easily fit through, her only noise her humming (she was in a good mood), and took up a perch on the bar, looking around with bright eyes.
His lip curled in what could be best called a righteous sneer. "This is my first time here, spawn of Innoruuk," he snarled. "Don't give me an excuse to make it YOUR last."
With that, the paladin moved to the punch bowl and poured himself a glass with the ladle. He took a sip and tasted it. He turned back to the wood elven barmaid. "Hmm. Excellent mixture, madam. This concoction might be suitable for cleaning a variety of bad tastes from one's mouth."
"Heyo Peachie, long time no see lass!" Ocyrrhoe says brightly to the smaller elf, patting her roughly on the back. Ocy raised an eyebrow.
"Ye need any help here Peachis? I'm takin' a few days off from me work t'come here, but y'know, must keep m'self busy..." Ocy said to Peachis.
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Liam - "Caitlin: You terrify me, but in a good way."
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Originally posted by Bane:
Walks past the paladin who is now being talked to by a sluty elf of some kind, he sighs and continues to his mark
Lashanna grins, as the Paladin leaves her side... She laughs softly to herself, turning back around at the bar, noting the Paladin is quick to flatter the first Feir'Dal woman he runs into... She'd have to rough up the Tin Boy Scout when he left Kelethin...
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He then went to the nearest merchant and sought to make profit of his items.After selling most of his items for fair price the merchant looked at the amulet and offered a large sum of money.
-"Why do you want so much for this amulet?"
-" It looks as if it were crafted very far from here and so i would like to have it"
Lorrim refused his offer and asked where the nearest Jewler was.
After finding the store he went and introduced himself and droped the amulet on the counter. The jewler was instantly studying it with curiosity
-"This is Teir'Dal crafted!! Where did you get this??"
-"I found it on the body on one of the orcs I fought recently, and if my memory is wrong arn't Orcs in this area allies with Teir'Dal??"
-"Why yes that would explain everything to a point wouldn't it?...You know there are some poeple in this area who know more than I would ever know on the Teir'Dal, but take caution in trying to find out more for it may get you killed"
The jewler then gave a few places on a scroll to go to for infromation. Lorrim then looked over the list and saw the one of the places was a bar"I think I'll go there first............."
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"Oh, no," he groaned, but with a touch of humor. "If Ocy helps out making drinks I might as well fall asleep on the floor right now. It'll save time."
He calls out to the high elf, "Hail and welcome, Ocyrrhoe! You get up here on Hilly's shoulders again?"
"Peachis, bring yer' old friend a bottle of wine will ya?" he says laughingly.
This, she mused, is why she had this inn.
Bringing people joy was something that she loved. Making them feel at home. She smiled and nodded to Loe. Showing him to a safe place to perform, "Just don't fall off, ok?"
She made her way to the bar again, after hearing Geeorns voice ask for a bottle of wine. Obliging, she also saw Solstyce enter and perch on the bar. Giggling with a soft smile she reached under the counter, pulling out the thimble glasses she had made for just such patrons. Motioning her over, she sat the bottle and thimbles down and chuckled.
Everyone seemed taken care of... and it was getting crowded in here.
Peachis stepped outside, standing off the balcony of the lift, the rush of town behind her and the bustle of the inn muffled slightly through the wood of the wall to her back. She smiled as the sun sparkled through the branches of a tree and kissed her face. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to herself outside.
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And this pixie is the master of the flying tacklehug. She zoomed up from her sleeping position into the air, paused for a moment to get sight of her target, then dove with surprising speed onto Geeorn, beaming brightly and hugging him tight.
