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Post by Alenya Everglade on Sept 24, 2006 21:14:52 GMT -5
Alenya trode quickly up the streets of Avaren, dodging people, animals, and raindrops. Her feet made nearly no noise on the pavement, save the gentle splash of puddles as she landed on the balls of the feet.
Finally she made it to the tavern. With a great sigh, she shook herself dry, careful to keep her hood up. With a suspicious look around, she kept it up and perched herself on a barstool. The bartender slid her her usual: a tall pint of mead. She sipped it slowly as she turned a 180, surveying the crowd from under the hood, looking for friends and enemies alike.
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Post by elsemir on Oct 3, 2006 11:12:19 GMT -5
Elsemir was moving throught the streets of the city after getting out of the mountains, his sixe and armour made the job easier.
People gave him odd looks as he made his way past the peoples of the city.
He always liked Avaren, it was a vibrant place and he had much history in this town. Many of his personal memoires lay within the roofs of Avaren.
He found a local bar he enjoyed and pushed open the door to the radiating glow of the fire and the warmth of the people inside.
He found the bar man talking to a young woman in a hood and asked him for a room.
"third one on your right." he replied passing a set of keys over the work top to elsemir.
"I pay in the morning of course"
The man gave a court nod and returned to his punters.
Elsemir went up stairs to his room and removed his armour and put on a new set of clothes.
He strapped a small dagger to his belt and returned downstairs.
The bar had filtered out slightly and the night had settled down to a calmer mood.
Men sat in bunches talking and smoking. The place felt like a home to Elsemir.
It was great to feel it.
He asked for a large ale which he nourished for a while, the pale concoction flowing through his beard to his lips.
He noticed the young woman looking at him through her hood.
"Well most people say hello but i suppose i could introduce myself" He offered a large hand to the woman, "I am Elsemir"
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Post by Alenya Everglade on Oct 3, 2006 17:29:37 GMT -5
Alenya looked at him with an open, yet unoppressive stare. "Alenya, pleased to meet you," she said in the plainest tone possible. "I would have said hello, however, I wasn't focusing on any one person. I was simply making sure none of my enemies were present. It's so hard to get a peaceful drink in town anymore," she lamented aloud. She regained herself, sure that this man did not want to hear her personal woes.
"So are you staying in town?" she asked, trying to make pleasent conversation, as well as take the focus off her.
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Post by elsemir on Oct 4, 2006 11:09:23 GMT -5
"Ah well we cannot be to careful now" Elsemir took another drink, "Im staying for a while, but I must move on soon."
He finished his pint.
"I hear there is a few problems in these parts." He leaned closer "is it true that there is a witch hunt in this city?"
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Post by Alenya Everglade on Oct 4, 2006 21:37:59 GMT -5
"That's the whisper around town," she shifted and cast an anxious look to the doorway; perhaps she was looking for an official, perhaps she was scouting the best possible exit should the need arise. "I haven't been in town lately so I'm not quite up to date on everything. However, I've learned it's best to keep a low profile, get your business done and get out."
She took a sip of mead; the bottom was barely visible, but the effects of the drink hadn't overcome her. She was thankful; she might need her wits about her if someone decided to do a witch round at the tavern.
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Post by elsemir on Oct 5, 2006 10:46:56 GMT -5
"I can tell you are affected by this," He whisperd, "You have an aura of magic, its hard to feel if you dont know what to look for, but i knew it when i sat down."
He paused and said lightly, "your a mage arent you?"
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Post by Alezand Jozlyn, Allaine knight on Oct 5, 2006 21:10:37 GMT -5
OCC: This particular post takes place after my release from the dungeons.
The door swung open as a figure robed in a heavy midnight blue cloak stepped into the pub, his high leather boots clunking soundly on the worn floor. The build of the figure was masked by the elegantly homespun robes. Piercing cerulean eyes peered out from under the hood and surveyed the familiar setting. In his experiance here, Alezand could almost pick out everyones purpose here. There were people here for a rest, others here to hide. Some just needed a drink, and there were those who needed to get drunk. He could pick out the mages and the warriors no matter how they dressed, for he too was a man of stealth, and it came with the territory of being a soldier. Situational awareness kept the troop alive.
Alezand was armed, but know one could see that, again due to his garb. But if one was smart, they would be sure that he was. He sat in the back, just like old times and watched the mood and goings on. He paid careful attention as to the mages hiden here. Despite the danger, he still saw many risking their necks to wander the streets. The waitress came over, not recognizing him, a good sign, and he ordered a some soup and a tall beer. Leaning back, he just sat and took in the the suroundings. He had to admit. he did miss this place, and wondered why he had waited all this time to visit again. After all, it was a good place to pick up on the days intelligence. He was a guardian more than ever now, given the dark circumstances of the past month.
The waitress came back with his meal. He flipped her a large tip and hunkered down over his soup. Though he seemed absorbed into his bowl, which was quite good, he was stil very aware of the tavern's patrons...
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Post by Alenya Everglade on Oct 6, 2006 20:29:05 GMT -5
Alenya gulped her mead a little too fast. Coughing, she thought fleetly. This could be someone in league with Rianna, seeking out mages or it could be simply a innocent inquiry. Either way, Alenya automatically felt trapped; she looked discretly to the exit, debating the least fatal means of escape if necessary.
She remembered that the man in front of her had just asked her a question. Debating still, she decided to keep quiet, neither accepting or denying the fact that she was a mage. Instead, her eyes met with another man who had entered, looked around, and taken what seemed his customary seat in the back. She sensed he was a soldier in disguise; being used to disguising herself to return to Avaren, she could spot a wolf in sheep's clothing from a mile away. She gave a tiny nod and smiled in his direction and faced Elsemir once again.
"Who's asking? That's a very personal and possibly offensive question to ask someone. Perhaps you should gain a bit more tact before speaking," she said in a low voice, giving him a dangerous look.
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Post by Alezand Jozlyn, Allaine knight on Oct 6, 2006 21:06:35 GMT -5
Alezand picked up the nod and the rise of tone instantaneously. She could see what he was, and that was fair, seeing as she also realized the precariousness of her current situation. Whether the troop sitting beside the young woman was ill in his intent or just nosy, the guardian soldier did not know yet. So he remained vigil, though imperceptively so. To anyone else who would be watching, he remained undoubiously engrossed in his warm meal. but from under that sleek hood, his eyes never left the conversation taking place across the room from him. He watched every motion, the expressions on the soldier in question's face, as well as those surrounding them to see if anyone had picked up on their discussion. he was checking placement. Exits, obstacles, possible allies he had missed in his initial sweep of the room and if anyone was particularly repositioning themselves to intercept the mage. Anyone showing sudden unwarrented due ttention to the speech at hand would be immediately logged in his mind for the threat and situation analysis. He betrayed nothing to suggest that he was even aware of the bar in it's entirety. And nor did anyone in the viscinity of the heated discussion. His focus returned to the pair. He would wait to see the reaction of the man's face and words...
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Mist
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Post by Mist on Oct 8, 2006 13:24:32 GMT -5
Mist walked into the tavern, her heavy green cloak draped around her shoulders. She pulled the hood down and sat down at the nearest table. She was grumbling something vicously. She glanced at the other people in the pub, but other than that she ignored them.
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Post by Alenya Everglade on Oct 8, 2006 14:11:22 GMT -5
Alenya stopped watching the man in the corner and instead focused her attention on the newcomer, a female from town. She was muttering rather murderously and was casting looks from under her hood. Alenya looked her over and, assessing that she was not a huge threat, nodded in acnowledgement
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Post by Mist on Oct 8, 2006 14:15:28 GMT -5
Mist nodded back and continued to mutter evily. She looked around the pub again, taking in the people, the tables and the bar. She reached into her cloak and pulled something out. It resembled a knife, but it was much bigger, although it certainly was too small to be a sword. She stuck it angrily into the table and cried out as if she had got a burn.
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Post by Alenya Everglade on Oct 8, 2006 14:25:13 GMT -5
((OOC: if you're looking for a rp, Mist, you're going to have to give me more to work and respond to than two-three lines of text.))
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Post by Mist on Oct 10, 2006 12:28:25 GMT -5
**OOC: Ok, thanks. I edited my post and I'll try to make my replies more detailed from now on**
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Post by Alenya Everglade on Oct 10, 2006 16:09:32 GMT -5
((OOC: thanks!))
Alenya jumped at the sudden yelp. She swung her head toward the sound so quickly her neck cracked. Massaging it gently, she looked back at the girl. A long dagger-like knife now stuck out of the wooden surface of her table.
Worried, Alenya tried to get the attention of the girl. "I'm Alenya, is there anything I can do for you?" she asked. She certainly hoped this girl wasn't suicidal or homocidal; right now, she could pull the wildest conclusions and not doubt them. Too much was happening around her.
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