Grinning Griffin Inn (Fantasy SRPF)

[Kepic]

T H E - G R I N N I N G - G R I F F I N - I N N

I haven't done anything like this before (a sexually-orientated fantasy RPF)... but thats not going to stop me from giving it my best. So, I'll start off with...
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B A C K G R O U N D
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Nestled in the valley of Darias, on the king's road between the mighty city of Madal and the prospering coastal town of Tarin, is the Grinning Griffin inn.
Renowned throughout the surrounding lands for its house wine, Dragonfire Red, made from certain, undisclosed berries picked in the surrounding forest, the inn is a favourite haunt of those who style themselves adventurers, merchants, and others, seeking their fortunes.
Because the inn is located in a hot-bed of goblinoid tribes and other troubles, a mercenary company called Jadar's Raven's is stationed permenantly nearby, paid out of the inn's profits. The commander of this company, Jadar, frequents the inn often, as do many of his warriors, when they are not on duty patrolling the surrounding area.
The previous owner of the inn, Farris, has recently retired to a large mansion in Tarin, leaving the inn now to be run by his son Harl, and his daughter Jeni, as well as several bar girls and the stablehand. Jeni, a young woman with long, dark hair, and a shapely figure, has been as much an attraction to the inn of late as the Dragonfire Red wine.
However, she is known to be involved with Jadar, and as such he has more than a passing interest in protecting the inn than just for the mercenary coins.

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Characters portrayed should be visiting adventurers, merchants, non-veteran mercenaries from Jadar's Ravens. I
shall be taking up Jeni, Harl, Jadar and some other patrons of the inn, who will visit over time.
Please, no necrophiliacs (though necromancers are welcome!), incest, or bestiality. Races should be human, elven (often refered to as the 'fae' or 'fey'), or similar bipeds (would a centaur be classed as bestiality? Hmmm...)

[Edited by Kepic on 08-25-2000 at 10:25 AM]

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

I shall introduce my character, though not sure if human is going to be much fun,
I am Gaia (i cant remember names if i use other ones) i am the only known female warrior, none question my authority though i am the butt of everyone's jokes, at 5'11" long blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and a well toned body i adorn cow skin pants and a short cow skin shirt, since the air is chilly i adorn a bear skin coat as well as wearing a necklace with a single tooth on it, the tooth of the head goblin, Knocked it out myself i wear thigh high boots and allow my hair to run wild, my back pack carry's two arrows and a bow a knife between my breasts is my only other weapon. I figure you have to be sneaky to get that piece of weaponry from me !
Annoyed by being mocked at the warrior's camp, i make my way to the inn, get myself some spirits, ale or anything i can get my hands on...
i dont understand there laughter, i saved quite a few of their asses many a times, and have kept my keep and then some.. none the less i walk into the inn, searching for a friendly face and a tall glass...

 

[Kepic]

Harl, the barkeep

"Ah! Gaia!" said Harl, looking up from the glass he was polishing behind the bar, "a good days hunting? I see you're down to just a couple of arrows... I've heard those goblins are getting braver, despite the presence of Jadar's Ravens".
Harl put the glass to one side.
"You know, rumours suggest they've got some support from something else now... that the goblin tribes in the area are beginning to co-operate...".
Harl shivered at the thought.
"Well, what'll it be? A nice cold glass of Dragonfire Red, I expect, yes?"


[Edited by Kepic on 08-20-2000 at 03:36 AM]

 

[Kepic]

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D E S C R I P T I O N : C H A L A
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A young, attractive human woman in her early twenties, with long, golden hair and piercing blue eyes. She favours light blues and crimson colours for her apparel (she possesses a magical wardrobe she can conjure up at will to change her attire) and sapphires in her jewellry. Her command of magic centres on enchantments - warping the emotions and perceptions of others, and animating objects (who needs batteries? ). She is also a skilled herbalist. Her voice is soft and a little lilting - perhaps she has some elven blood in her veins.

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Chala had been on the king's road for several days, and was getting quite weary from the travel. Finally, she had reached her destination, the Grinning Griffin... she dismounted, handing the reins of her white palfrey (a riding horse commonly used by noblewomen) to the stablehand, and entered the impressive-looking inn, the ornately-carved woodwork outside depicting griffins in flight was almost equally matched by the guilded walls inside of gold and green.

[Edited by Kepic on 08-24-2000 at 12:51 PM]

 

[Morgoth]

Stats:
Name: Lokken
Body: looks 24, but is unlillable in age. True age is unknown. Black eyes, black hair. Muscular, well-toned body. Large dick.
History: Emperor of Taros. If you visit RPG you'll know that I use this guy a lot! Wife and children killed by some dude named Fuge, he killed Fuge once, but knows he isn't dead for good. He is an ultraly powerful warrior-mage who enjoys going on quests and exploring with his friends. thes include Dark, Joreth, Helegrim, Thrinta(demon), Garret, Mab, Vixen, Roland Gilliad, Sith, Mansard, Rorthar, Glorianna, and Pierce. Despises goblins and orcs.

IC: Lokken walked out of the forest and saw the tavern. He walked inside and saw the barman conversing with a warrior female. He stepped over to him."I'll have the most powerful thing you got", he said.

 

[Drake]

CHARACTER: Constantius
Human male, 6'2", 24 years old, with dark hair and eyes. A crusading paladin, his powers are derived from the good acts that he performs in the service of all. He wears a coat of mail under his tunic and that, along with his sword, are his two most precious possessions - neither leaves his body while he is in control of it. Having heard about the troubles with goblins and other foul creatures around the Grinning Griffin Inn, Constantius has journeyed from the East to see for himself, and cleanse the area, if needs be.

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Wearily, I pushed open the door to the Grinning Griffin Inn, stepping in to laughing, singing, drinking, and, most importantly, warm, cheery firelight. Shaking my weathered dark blue cloak off, I'm glad to have got in out of the pouring rain. A quick check with my left hand reassures me that my sword, Hellsbane, still hangs at my side, as it should. I look around the cosy interior of the Inn, taking in my surroundings slowly. Lounging in the corner is a man who has the look of a mercenary. He nods in my direction once, slightly, an acknowledgement of a fellow warrior. I return the gesture, inwardly smiling and doubting whether he is aware that while he fights for the highest bidder, I fight for the Light. Still, it often doesn't matter - I have known several mercenaries who have done much for good - both paid and unpaid.

A few heads turn in my direction as I cross to the bar. The bartender, a pleasant looking fellow with a cheerful face, puts aside the glass he's polishing.
"What can I get you?" he asks.
"An ale, if you will," I respond, then quickly change my mind. I'm not warm enough to want to drink cold ale yet. "A steaming mug of mead," I correct myself with a smile, "to drive the cold out." He grins knowingly.
"Coming right up. How was your journey here, and where are you from?"
"Long and wearisome, and I come from the East," I answer him, gratefully accepting the steaming drink and taking a deep draught.

 

[Kepic]

Harl, the barkeep

Harl places a glass of Dragonfire Red on the bar before Gaia, and scoops up the three royal's she had placed there for the drink. (coinage: 1 royal = 4 crowns = 12 shillings, they are gold, silver, and bronze coins respectively)
"Well, sir" he said to the dark-haired man who had asked for a strong brew, "I may have something to your liking... a dwarven beer, called Old Axe, which has left many a man in a stupour..."
So saying, Harl pulled a mug of dark liquid from a barrel behind him, and placed it on the bar.
"That'll be 2 crowns, sir"
Taking the proffered coins, Harl turned to the next man, a tall fellow, also dark of hair.
"A nice warm mead sir" he said, placing the ordered mug on the bar, "one of our lighter beverages, but like you say, 'tis good to get rid of the cold... that'll be 1 crown and six, please".

 

[Drake]

Constantius:

I raise an eyebrow at the price, but this is more for the innkeeper's benefit than for anything else. A crown and six is reasonable for mead, although whatever drink the attractive, if wild, looking woman down the bar ordered, it would want to be good to be worth three royals. I pull my small leather purse from my tunic, take out the coins, and toss them on the bar. I generally don't carry too much money - gives thieves and rogues less of a reason to try and attack me. Mail, though, seems to be an attraction for some - more than a few brigands have fallen to my sword after trying to replace their leather jerkins with my own shimmering coat.

I take another draught of the mead. It is good mead, I must allow, and it warms my insides quickly. I laugh for sheer comfort, having travelled for weeks in the cold and unforgiving wilderness, and stretch out my legs. The woman with the expensive red drink catches my eye and nods in my direction, her piercing eyes boring into me. I raise a hand to my forehead in salute, then turn back to the friendly innkeeper.
"A fine inn you have here..."
"Harl, sir." The kindly fellow gives a small bow from the shoulders.
"Well met, Harl," I say with an easy smile. "My name is Constantius."
"Begging your pardon, sir, but that's an odd name," Harl says, as he begins polishing a glass.
"To you, perhaps, my friend," I answer him with a chuckle, "but beyond the East, in the Far East, that I call home, it is not so uncommon."
"Indeed, sir," he says, apparently satisfied. "If I may be so bold, might I ask what brings you to the West?" I consider carefully before answering. Giving him the true nature of my quest might reveal the true nature of what I am, and I am not sure yet that everyone in this Inn would be friendly to a Paladin. So I laugh, rub my chin, and take another sip of mead before answering.
"I've heard that the maidens of the West are the fairest in the world," I say conspiratorially. Which is not, in fact, a lie. And after weeks travelling alone, some companionship would provide a welcome diversion from the grim quest that I am here to pursue. Harl laughs at this.
"Aye, sir, that they are," he grins, with a sideways look at the woman at the end of the bar. "But I shall leave you to find out more about them by yourself."
"You've a noble spirit, Harl," I assure him, with a laugh. "Which means that you had better get me an ale. The mead has warmed me through, and now I need something a little more stout."

 

[Kepic]

Chala, the enchantress

Chala stepped lightly across the smooth oaken floorboards to the bar, unstringing her pouch as she did so.
"Dragonfire Red" she said, in a typically commanding noble fashion, to the barkeep.
"Yes, M'lady" Harl replied, and poured her a glass of the famed wine.
She took up the glass and swirled it under her nose.
"A fine aroma" she smiled, and nodded her appreciation as she sipped the glass. She glanced around, looking for a free table to sit, but the inn was fair crowded with merchants and their more scruffily-dressed entourages, and a few mercenary types, each of whom, she noted, wore a tabard emblazoned with the symbol of a black bird, wings outstretched, perhaps a crow or a raven. Ah, yes, she thought to herself, Jadar's Ravens - she had heard of some of their exploits in the area.
Several of them seemed to be trying quickly to hide the fact that they had be staring at her moments before.
"How much for a bottle of this wine, and a room for the night?" she asked.
"A bottle? Why, 20 royals, M'lady, and we have a fine suite available for but 2 royals" replied Harl, taking a fresh bottle out from under the bar.
"Very well" she replied, "here is the coin".
She poured a number of coins from her pouch onto the bar, and counted the remainder back in. The number of coins that she had tipped out certainly did not look like they should have all fitted within the small green velvet pouch.
Harl nodded, and scooped up the coins.
"Thankyou, M'lady, I hope you enjoy your stay. When you are ready to retire, one of the serving girls will show you to your room". Harl slid a key across the bar to her.
Chala nodded, and continued to take sips from the glass. When Harl had turned his back to her to continue his duties, Chala glanced at the key and waved the a hand slightly. The key suddenly began to crawl, almost like a caterpillar, across the remainder of the bar to her other waiting hand. She smiled, and slipped it into another pouch on her girdle.
A faint gasp from her right made her look up, and she noted the man stood down the bar a little ways. Although he had the look of an experienced warrior, he certainly did not look a mercenary. His features were quite pleasant, too... handsome, perhaps. [looking towards Constantius]
She smiled slightly again, and turned her attention back to her glass.

 

[Drake]

Constantius, the Paladin:

I felt my skin tingle, every nerve suddenly blazing alive.
A magic user was nearby.
I had earned the Paladin's Sight a long time ago, and now it was telling me that somewhere, very near, was a user of magic. I half turned, just in time to see an elegantly dressed woman - dressed like a noblewoman - stride confidently over to the bar. The friendly Harl I had talked to earlier was gone, replaced by a somber and serious man that carried out orders without question.
Was this woman the magic user I had felt?
She was certainly rich, I noted, as she tipped a goodly amount of coin onto the bar to pay for an entire bottle of the expensive brew and a room. It was then that she waved a hand, and the key Harl had placed on the bar became alive.
A faint sound of surprise escaped my lips.
This woman was a sorceress, and a powerful one, at that. She heard the faint hiss of breath, and turned in my direction, quickly sizing me up and then turning back to her drink.
Sorcerors and their female counterparts could be good, evil, or indifferent, but they were almost always powerful. I would have to keep an eye on this noblewoman who was more than she appeared to be. Meanwhile, my curiosity got the better of me, and I caught Harl's eye. The man promptly bustled over.
"M'lord?" he asked, obviously still used to speaking to the noblewoman. I glanced at him sharply, but quickly composed myself.
"Pray do not call me that," I said at length.
"Sorry, sir," he said apologetically. "I was just serving m'lady, and I must have gotten used to saying-"
"Peace, man, peace," I laughed, waving his apology away. "If you really wish to make amends, then I pray you get a glass of that red brew. Mind you, it had better be worth the high price you ask for it." Harl's face lit up.
"Best wine in the province, sir," he said proudly, pouring me a glass. I gave him a doubtful look and pressed the coins into his hand as I took a sip.
"By my faith, that *is* a good brew," I said, licking my lips. "Allright, man, you've earned your three royals." Harl seemed pleased with that and rushed off to serve his other customers.

I turned my attention back to the sorceress. No doubt she was aware that I was studying her - wizards always are - but I was eager to learn more of this enigmatic woman. Certainly, her beauty was beyond dispute, and I was hard pressed to remember ever seeing such a striking maiden. She carried herself well, and exuded authority and power. She had a careless beauty and charisma, and she knew it. Clad in a rich crimson cloak, her flaxen hair contrasted nicely and also provided a shining backdrop for her clear blue eyes. I found myself almost mesmerised, and was unsure as to whether this was a result of weeks in the wilderness followed by strong drinks, or some enchantment she might have been working. She looked almost elflike, I decided after a while. I had met a few of the fey during my travels, although the wood elves are very reclusive beings, only emerging from their forest strongholds in times of great need or danger. The High Elves are rarer still, and are beings of immense beauty and power. Might this woman have ties to the noble Elven houses? I mulled over the question in my mind as I took another sip of the wine, which, Harl informed me, was called Dragonfire Red. A potent brew, for a wine, but an excellent one. The wine, the fire, and the striking sorceress four feet away, meant that the initial tingle in my skin remained, although for very different reasons.

[Edited by Drake on 08-20-2000 at 06:49 AM]

 

[Kepic]

Outside the inn...

Sitting in the branches of a tree overlooking the inn, a goblin scout grinned.
"We be feastin' on manflesh soon" it chuckled quietly to itself, and licked its lips in anticipation, "and be gettin' a taste of human women, too, I be hopin'".
"Borgit!" a voice called quietly up from the forest floor below, "what ya see?"
"Few more come, few more go" hissed Borgit back down to his fellow goblin, "keep quiet, they're be sharp ears nearby, I shouldna' wonder", he paused for a few moments, to let his own keen hearing do its work. "They're be plenty of lights still ashinin' through the windows" he said softly, "we wait still... them Raven's will have their hans' full soon enuff".
:huff: came the reply from below, "wait, wait... we should get tha lads now an' storm the place"
"You wanna disobey the boss?" hissed Borgit, "you know wha' appened to Jikat, don't ya?"
:cough: "No, I wasna saying tha" replied Borgit's impatient companion, "notta all".
"That'd be for da best, now bog off an' let me alone so I can keep up me 'sir-veal-ants', or whatever da boss said..."

 

[Drake]

Constantius, the Paladin:

I felt my skin tingle again, but this time, the sensation was very different. This was neither arousal nor a magic user, but a premonition of evil nearby. My Paladin's Sight had never failed me yet, and I doubted that it was this dark, rainy night. I slowly turned in my chair, my left hand instantly going to the pommel of Hellsbane.

She had noticed it too, I saw with interest but not with surprise. Her lustrous golden tresses shimmered as she turned her head in the direction of the door.

Someone - or something, I corrected myself - lay not far outside the Inn, and was tempting Fate by remaining there. Perhaps my quest was not to stay hidden for long, after all.

 

[Kepic]

Chala, the enchantress

A strange feeling came over Chala, a sensation she had only felt a few times before. Something very powerful was exuding an aura of magic... dark magic. Probably, she thought, a daemon of some kind, or a powerful necromancer or other evil sorceror.
She concentrated for a moment, letting her mind slip into the magical ether. A moment later, she was forced to return, but her first assumption had be proven correct.
"Daemon" she said softly, almost hissing the word under her breath, "powerful, too... maybe five or six miles away..."
Chala had no fondness of such creatures - their minds were all but closed to the workings of enchantments, and were not so easily cowed with other magics either. The fact that she had picked up on its aura now suggested that it was probably working some magic of its own, for what reason she could not say, but to what end, was undoubtly evil.
She looked up, and round to the door. She also noticed that the man to her right had glanced in that direction too, putting his hand to his sword. Perhaps, she considered now, he was not just a simple sword-swinger, as she had first thought.
"I'll retire for the night now, barkeep" she said.
She'd have to invoke some warding magics now the daemon had sensed her brief probe. Such magics were not her area of speciality, but she was familiar enough to raise some hopefully more than adequate protections. They would take a little time to prepare, though, and she certainly didn't want to get to much attention from the commoners. Magic was often frowned upon by those unversed in its ways, even feared.


[Edited by Kepic on 08-21-2000 at 01:49 PM]

 

[Drake]

Constantius, the Paladin:

I could feel the sorceress' tension and uncertainty, and it took no Paladin's Sight to detect them. Her knuckles were white, and - was that a bead of perspiration on her forehead? My fingers, resting lightly on the pommel of my sword, tightened fractionally.

"Daemon."
I caught the whispered word, and it drove fear, revulsion, and grim determination into my heart all at once.
My sense of evil was not of that magnitude, so I concluded that the daemon - I took it for granted that there was one, as I doubted that the sorceress would be wrong in this - was further away than the lesser evil I was sensing. I glanced around sharply as the woman got to her feet. I found myself on my feet, as well, and as she moved, with that smooth grace of hers, I intercepted her.
"Might I have a word, fair lady?" I asked, with a slight bow from the shoulders.
"You might, sir," she answered me courteously, her attention now fully on me. I found the sensation slightly unsettling. "But I pray you make it quick." I nodded.
"I see that we have both caught a premonition of evil," I said carefully, watching her face for a reaction. There was none.
"I cannot see an evil of the magnitude that you have seen, " I went on, in an extremely low voice than no others would hear. "But I feel something else, much closer." She nodded knowingly at me, and I felt sure that at the moment she had some inkling of my nature, at least.
"I had looked forward to a comforting rest in a soft bed," I went on, my voice lighter, "but I shall keep a vigil."
"As will I," she said guardedly. "There are certain - preparations - to be made." Now it was my turn to nod knowingly.
"Those I shall leave to you," I said. "I shall secure a room next to yours, fair lady, with your leave, that we may be ready for whatever the night brings this Inn."
She nodded once, briefly, and was gone.
I strode over to the bar, the threat of evil lending new strength and vigour to my limbs.
"A room, Harl, next to the lady's," I commanded, my normally affable manner replaced with the unmistakable stamp of authority. The barkeep, for his part, looked like he was about to object, but my stern look, left hand's position, and the glimmer of mail under my tunic in the firelight convinced him otherwise.
"Two royals, mi-...sir," he corrected himself. I threw the money on the bar, took the key, and moved quickly from the room.

 

[Lightman]

new character: Gwidion

Description:

Gwidion is a quite a young man, but he is shrouded in mystery. The bright blue eyes in his handsome face are especially noticable for the contrast they make to his dark hair. Gwidion is wearing green-grey clothes like those of Rangers, and indeed he knows much about the secrets of nature and of the life therein, and for one so young posesses amazing abilities with the sword. He has sometimes been seen at places where strange events took place, and he seemed to participate in the latter some way, although seldom openly. It is often wondered what his real goal is--something to do with his past, probably, of which he never talks. However, despite a certain darkness that seems to surround him, Gwidion has more than once been praised as a man of the Light. It is rumored that the golden amulet with the elven design that he wears around his neck posesses magic power.
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Gwidion enters the inn, his gaze sweeping over the common room. his eyebrow arches slightly as he sees Chala, and he looks at Constantius for a few seconds with a knowing gaze....
Then he abruptly starts to walk towards Harl, returning the smiles that he gets from some of the serving girls.
'Ho, landlord, a pint of your best cider and a room for a week, if you please.'

[Edited by Lightman on 08-20-2000 at 12:32 PM]

 

[Drake]

Constantius, the Paladin:

Just before the sorceress and I left the room, I heard the sound of the door being flung open. I turned, half ready for any number of foul creatures spilling through the door, but it was only a weather stained traveller, much like myself. His cloak was the colour of the forest, and I watched as he keenly appraised everyone in the Inn, his eyes lingering on the sorceress and then meeting mine. Unabashed, I met his intense gaze with my own. My senses tingled, but I had not felt a sensation like it before, and I could make no sense of what my Sight was telling me. The young man looked away, the moment was broken, and he walked over to the bar.

I dismissed him from my head as concerns over the daemon and his foul minions again crowded their way into my mind. I resolved to find out more about the mysterious traveller later.

One thing was for certain. He carried a sword. And he looked like one of the Rangers, a people that I had had some limited contact with once...

Meanwhile, outside the rain poured, and the forces of Darkness gathered, hatred and anger festering in their black hearts...

 

[Lightman]

Gwidion the stranger

Having introduced himself and passed his order, Gwidion tosses a small diamond to Harl.
'This should be enough.'
He does not like doing this, having attention drawn to oneself can be dangerous, especially in places like this in times like these. But he spent all his coins on a fast horse, and all he has left are some precious gems.
Harl stares at the diamond for a while, then quickly pockets it and nods, speechless. Bustling off, he comes back quickly and gives Gwinion his room's key and his cider.
After a moment of silence, he ventures to speak.
'So, er, master...Gwidion, was it? It is rare that someone rents a room in the Grinning Griffin for so long. Might I ask you what brings you here?'
Gwidion stares at him for a while, then says 'Yes. You may. At another time I might even answer.'
With that he drains his mug and strides off to his room.


[Edited by Lightman on 08-20-2000 at 03:47 PM]

 

[Drake]

Constantius, the Paladin:

I watched the exchange between Harl the barkeep and the traveller - Gwidion - with interest. The latter had no coin, but paid the man in gems! A rather extravagant measure, I thought disapprovingly, although doubtless the man did not intend to draw attention to himself so easily. Perhaps he was just desperate.

Once again, I wondered if this new traveller might not be of High Elven blood. The High Elves were master smiths, in their own way more skilled even than the Dwarves, and they often bartered with gems rather than money. Certainly Gwidion carried with him an Elvish air, and he looked like one in tune with the forest. As a Paladin, I am at peace with all nature - or at least those parts of it that are uncorrupted. The Elves, though, and the small number of human Rangers, can claim to truly be at one with nature and the forests. They are attuned to it in a way that I will probably never be.

Gwidion avoided my gaze as he hurriedly stepped past me. I shrugged slightly, and followed the beautiful sorceress towards our rooms...

 

[LadyChance]

New Character

IC::Wysteria

It had been a long ride and my horse Avalon, was needing a rest before continuing on our long trip back home to the city of Madal. To be home sounded so good at this point. Seeing the lights of the Inn made me even more weary from my trip, desiding to stop and maybe find a room. Putting Avalon to a stop outside of the Inn I look around for the hired help that I knew would come and take care of my horse. Seeing the boy run out of the stables I hand him a few coins and smile at his expression on his face as the light finally hits my skin. Take good care of him he is a fine horse and I shall need him tomarrow morning I tell the boy. Who is still starring at me, I am use to this not to many Drow female ever come to the surface and those who do usually don't stay to long.

Turning to walk away I get a tingling up my spine and look around me knowing the feeling of danger. Not seeing anything within sight out of place I walk to the Inn pulling my cloak tighter around me to conceal my weapons, making sure the hood of my cloak was pulled around my long white hair. Drow's weren't really excepted in the upperworld, being the followers of Loth the Spider Queen. I was different though but not to many people wanted to believe this, so I usually hid who I was and what I was.

Opening the door taking one last look around outside before stepping into the welcomed warmth of the cheery Inn. Taking a quick survey of my surrounding I head directly towards who looks to be the Inn keeper, making sure to keep my face hidden from sight. Walking his was I notice he is talking with a gentleman so waiting my turn I take the time to look around the room a little more closely. I can feel the power running through the room. As the man walks away from the Inn keeper I quietly speak to the Inn keeper and ask for a room for the night and a meal. Handing him a few gold coins in payment. He tells me where my room is and askes if I will be eating my meal in the room or...jestures his hand in the direction of the main room. Shaking my head I tell him my room will be fine. Telling him many thanks I head in the direction for which my room is to be located.

 

[Lightman]

Gwidion the young stranger

Striding into his room, Gwidion slams the door shut and locks it. Then he sits down on his bed and tries to order his thoughts.
He had expected danger, but he would not have thought that it was so great, or so imminent. And it seemed to come from more than one side. He sighed. He had really expected that the first half of the week for which he had payed would consist merely of wating, making preparations, maybe see wether there was more than politeness behind the servant girls' smile...Gwidion might have long ago resigned to live his life in mystery, but he did not object to a flirt or two. Well, no time for that now.
From a pouch at his belt he took a white powder and strew it along the borders of the room. Then he took off his golden amulet and looked at it for a while. Engraved on it was a design usually used by the Elves, the image of a Tree with a star in its branches. Balgaladh. The Tree of Power. Gwidion smiled for a moment, this amulet brought back fond memories...some had even thought him to be an Elf because of it. But then, most people had never met elves and thus could not know that Gwidion could not be one. Gwidion raised the amulet and held it to the light...

When he left the room an hour later, there was no trace of the powder in the room. Gwidion halted for a moment before Constantius' door, then shook his head and went to the common room. As a woman passed him on the stair, he suddenly stopped.

'Could that have been a...no, surely not.'
Frowning, Gwidion sat at a table, ordered a roasted chicken and another pint of cider(complimenting Harl the one he'd already had, in way of making a small apology for his rude behaviour)
Gwidion sat back, letting Fate thread its paths

[Edited by Lightman on 08-20-2000 at 05:23 PM]

 

[Drake]

Constantius the Paladin:

I sat in a chair by the window, the regular thrumming of the rain on the glass pane beating its pattern into my head. My room was blanketed with a dim warmth, a fire along the east wall providing both comfort and the subdued light that flickered across my face and illuminated my thoughts.

My left hand gripped the hilt of my sword, and my eyes keenly searched the gloom, straining for any sign of the evil that threatened everyone in the Inn.

Yet, at the same time, my eyes saw nothing. The intoxicating nature of the woman next door to me was ever lurking in my mind, clouding my judgement. I knew that the attraction was far beyond a simple physical reaction - and I was fast beginning to think that the woman had worked one of her magics on me. Although, certainly as a Paladin, I would be somewhat immune to these effects, a powerful enough sorceress could probably do anything.

I shook my head in an effort to overcome the effects of the woman and the wine. I heard muffled sounds next door, but could not even guess what my neighbour might be doing.

 

[LadyChance]

IC::Wysteria

Making it to my room, closing the door behind me firmly making sure to lock it before walking away from it. Closely searching the room with my eyes carefully checking that I am alone. Finally certain that indeed I am alone, relaxing a bit but not totally letting my guard down, removing my cloak, sitting it on the bed, walking the boundries of the small room. It was small but comfortable with a cot in one corner and a table with a wash basin along the far wall, there were two small night stands next to the bed both with a single candle sitting on it. Blowing gently on each of the candles wicks they come to life with a soft light luminating the room. Shifting my eyes to the light spectrum it wasn't that I needed the light actually with my heat sensing sight I could see quite well without light. Walking over and sitting down on the cot, smiling to myself at the memory of the stable boys face at my appearence. Then at the startled look of the gentleman that passed me in the hall, I thought maybe he might have recognized what I was but quickly shifted his gaze away before I could tell.

Concentrating my thoughts, speaking in my home tongue the spell starts to take effect and blue lights dance around the room before alighting on the frame of the door and around the one solitary window, making them impassiable. Maybe a goodnights sleep will help this weariness in my bones. Stripping quickly in the light of the candles flickering flames, fasinated as always as the light plays on my beautiful ebony skin. Walking to the basin pouring a little of the cold walk in it, splashing my body with the water wakes me up a little but just a little. Fearing that my meal will be here before I am ready, walking back over to my sachel opening it, pulling forth another such robe like the riding cloak from earlier only made of finest silk in burgandy hues. As I am sliding in to it I smile as I hear a soft knock on my door...just in time thinking to myself as walking towards the door....

[Edited by LadyChance on 08-20-2000 at 06:06 PM]

 

[Always]

ooc:

hmm... which of a thousand people should i put in here? OOOHHH! I KNOWWW!!! *big evil grin*

Merayinne Rikkenmalle (aow aow aaaaaaoooooooowwwwwwwww)
elf w/ long red hair, green wolf eyes, and very sharp teeth and nice body...

IC: I pick the lock on the door, then open it and step inside, closing and locking it behind me. "Child's play," I mutter as my claw pops back into my flesh. "nothing can withstand us these days..." I say as I wend my way to a chair. Seating myself, my leather tunic and breeches my only equipment, I lean the hcair back and prop my feet up on the table. My bare feet are tough, like leather, and dark with years of trail stain. I smile up at the barmiad who comes to ask my preference and say, "Do you have elverquisst?" Indeed, now that you look closer, her angular features hint at elvish heritage...

 

[Lightman]

Gwidion the young stranger

Gwidion sat back, having finished his chicken and his cider. Nervously, he eyed the door, but it remained closed. Whatever was gathering outside had not been able to strike yet...or had chosen not to. Sighing, Gwidion decided that he would know soon enough if anything happened, and that a bit of rest before could not hurt. Slowly going back to his room, he unsheathed his sword and lay it by his bed...no one should be able to enter his room without him being aware of it, but Gwidion knew better than to trust that, and he did not want to be caught at unawares.

Gwidion lay on his bed, but sleep would not come. It had come so quickly...and the other guests of this inn, definitely not plain travellers...were they part of it? Or were they just led here by chance, or, as was more likely, by Fate?
Deciding that sleeping now would only bring troubling dreams, he took a quill from an inkwell and wrote on a piece of parchment
"Whenever you have time, come to my chamber, left door at the end of the corridor. --Gwidion"

Gwidion took the parchment, hesitated a while, then walked out into the corridor. Stealthily, he approached Constantius' door and noiselessly slipped the parchment underneath it. It might be some time before he discovered it, or maybe he would simply disregard it, but then Gwidion needed time to order his thoughts, to plan, to make...preparations.
The young man went back to his own room, closed the door and locked it.

 

[Drake]

Constantius the Paladin:

Lost in thought as I was, with my senses looking outward, through the window in front of me, lashed by the rain, I did not notice the note noiselessly slip under my door.

Indeed, it was a good half hour before I rose to stretch. I could still faintly hear the sounds of the sorceress' activity next door, although my attention was pulled elsewhere as I spied the note. I seized it, read it, then committed it to the glowing embrace of the fire.

The traveller, Gwidion, did indeed strike me as strange, but I could detect no evil on him. I still wondered whether or not he might be one of the fey, although it was hard to tell as he kept his features shrouded in mystery. Certainly, he moved with the grace that one might attribute to the Elves, but that was no evidence. So did many Rangers, and others, that I had met.

I decided to trust this unlikely possible ally. Like a few others at the Inn, he was certainly more than he pretended to be, but my instincts told me that he was for the Light, not the Darkness, and if my instincts were wrong...I absently patted Hellsbane. Throwing another log on the fire to keep it burning until I returned, I stepped out of my room, locked the door, followed the directions from the note, paused briefly, and knocked on the door.