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Inferi

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If someone caught in the rain for a couple of minutes would be drenched, then it was safe to say that the person sprinting through the door - and nearly knocking it off the hinges in the haste with which she opened it - had clothing that was currently more water than anything else. With every step, her boots made audible squelching noises, a puddle forming wherever she contacted the floor. Her hand shook as she slammed the door behind her, wincing at the noise that she made in her haste to be disconnected from the outside weather.

Once inside, she had only one destination, and that was the fire that looked like a beacon of life to the sorry, drenched individual. Water dripping off in an almost miniature re-enactment of the conditions outside, she rushed through the tables and patrons to crouch as close as possible to the flames. She didn't even bother to take a table or sit in a chair; that didn't get her close enough to the warmth.

As she crouched down, entire form shivering, anyone in the immediate vicinity would hear the expletives being muttered continuously under her breath while she pulled the large crossbow off her shoulder and set it down near her feet. Her tone was a little rough and the sound just slightly uneducated; typical signs of someone not from a larger town or city. The simple clothing just added to that fact, as did the somewhat hand-made leather covering that was worn over it.

For the moment, she just ignored everyone around her and focused on the fire in front of her, trying as hard as she possibly could to rid herself of the water that had infested everything on her. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

13-Nov-2019 15:03:08

George Rozas

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As three more travelers entered the Broken Lantern eyebrows began to raise in curiosity, the unexpected sight of three unfamiliar young women finding refuge at the inn being far from a common sight. While all sorts tended to pass through tonight had an unusually large amount of individual travelers stopping by. Some of the villagers, drunk and tipsy alike, eyed the different girls with less than innocent leers - drenched as they may have been, the women were pretty easy on the eyes.

Annie was quite lucky to have found a table near the the fireside, there had been only one left that wasn't taken. The 'waitress', actually called a barmaid, headed over upon noticing her wave from where she had been serving drinks to some of the regulars. It was another young woman, perhaps only a little older than Annie was, who started to nod when the girl ordered a hot meal and then paused - frowning at the second request. " Tea? We don't got any o' those rich people drinks, we serve ale here. " She eyed Annie for a second. " Stew and water it is. " She was away before Annie would be able to respond, heading into the back and calling something through - getting a muted reply before going back to serving.

The bartender, a middle-aged man with a passing resemblance to the young barmaid, stood behind the bar. He eyed the patrons as he worked to wipe the counter and refill drinks for those sat nearby, a particularly careful bit of his attention watching over the barmaid as she weaved between tables. His attention shifted slightly as Barda and his 'boy toy' went for the staircase, his expression clearly disapproving - even verging on disgusted. It appeared to be directed at the boy's revealing outfit and distasteful speech. The boy was from Ellwood after all, and the bartender wasn't alone in giving such looks based on the faces of other villagers.

Quiet murmurs arose around a few of the villager's tables. "like a bloody whore", "family so disappointed", "sickening". I am Inferi.

13-Nov-2019 17:51:46

George Rozas

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Evidently Barda's chosen boy toy was not well-liked in Ellwood. Perhaps in the cities and larger towns such a person would be glanced over without thought, but in the small, tight-knit communities of the villages this was not well tolerated.

In the corner the man in the blue cloak lifted his head, looking over the newcomers as each entered. His cloak dripped much like the sopping clothing of the women, clearly having entered only a short time before they had all arrived. While none of them seemed to be in a bad way that he could see the first one to enter, the youngest looking, did seem to be somewhat more exhausted than the other two. Still, nothing seemed to be amiss.

That said, it would not be long before the alcohol filled some of the peasant's heads with bravado. Eve's inconspicuous choice of seating didn't serve her well against those who had seen her enter, and thus one young man - roughly around her own age - stumbled slightly on his way over to her table, face reddened by drink and pocked by acne scarring. He wasn't particularly attractive and looked like a bit of a twig, but he seemed confident - probably the drink - as he put a hand on her table and smiled a goofy smile. " H-hey, so what's yer name? I seen you com' in, lookin' lonely o-ova 'ere. "

Jericho would find himself undisturbed, able to drink in relative peace.

Similarly, the woman warming her bones at the fireplace had nobody bother her either - for now. A couple of nearby merchants chuckled at the sight of the small, shivering figure, but said nothing.

A crash of lightning outside briefly lit up the dark corners of the room. Nobody paid it any mind. I am Inferi.

13-Nov-2019 17:51:56

Quick5ilvr

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It was, perhaps, one of the saddest sounds that one could ever hear in Kanous. A hollow thud sounded in the hall, a relatively quiet sound compared to the general noise of the tavern, but it betrayed that Jericho's mug was empty.

Damn.

His eyes opened slowly, taking in the rain soaked travelers as they came in. While he was happy to ignore them and go about his day, he found himself shaking his head at the poor whelp of a boy who thought he could seduce one of the women. Obviously any woman traveling alone was more than able to kill some sorry run-of-the-mill drunkard.

With a little bit of effort, Jericho managed to take his mug over to the bar. A quiet word and some coins passed between two parties before the mug was filled. In the back of his head, he could feel a subtle call to duty eating away at him. With a sigh, he turned to the bartender and asked for water as well.

Jericho carefully navigated the inn, a drink in each hand. All the while studying the interaction between the suitor and the traveler. He was ready to intervene.

By the Storm Warden, he prayed he wouldn't have to. Cower, worship, or beg. All are valid choices.

13-Nov-2019 19:52:54

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Annie1227

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Annie nodded to barmaid her thanks as she left get her stew and water. She sat at her table shivering by the fire trying to get warm and waiting for food and drink. She was watching the people who was sitting around,drinking,eating, who is coming in or out of the inn and talking to other people so, she can keep herself guarded to keep herself safe just in case danger comes. -Dances-

14-Nov-2019 03:59:20

Azi Demonica

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Not much happened in the inn. Eve observed most bargoers were just drinkers. Two wore heavy armour, one of them spoke of topics none of Eve’s business. There was one halfling, a girl, with sword and dagger, though the barmaid gave her the bad news of the unavailability of tea.

Eve and the girl got leery looks from some men. Eve lowered her head and scowled. Though rather attractive, tall and fit, she was not a party girl. She noticed a man in a blue cloak, vigilant, like she.

Finally, just some peace… Eve relaxed in her chair, stretched, yawned, then sighed. Feels so good to feel so safe... Her eyes closed.

Everything remained serene until a poor wisp of a thing barged in. The door slammed. Eve almost fell off her chair. Boots squelched as this little thing made her way to the fire, some warmth clearly desperately needed. She crouched before the flames and put her crossbow down. The weapon grabbed Eve’s attention. The girl--like Eve herself--wore leather armour and appeared the rustic type. Poor thing appeared to have been a magnet for water. A few merchants chuckled at the drenched creature. Eve felt a rush of sympathy.

A stream of insultive murmurs came. One of the knights went upstairs with his friend. Eve was ignorant on the topic of homosexuality. In a tribal, nomadic lifestyle, there was very little time for love or sorrow. She recalled that, sometimes, men referred to as degenerates were beheaded in a swamp and left to rot, a custom of ancient peoples, one she had never witnessed herself, though. Her tribesmen would have been harsher than the villagers.

14-Nov-2019 05:09:43

Azi Demonica

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Eve tried to blend in, but how could a tall, fit woman achieve that even with a lifetime of hunting? A hand went upon her table.

"H-hey, so what's yer name? I seen you com' in, lookin' lonely o-ova 'ere."

Eve did not have to look to know she would not like this man. A skinny, sloshed, pimpled, goofy thing had come to flirt. A tinge of warmth and satisfaction rippled inside Eve but... this was not quite the man of her dreams. For some reason, such men never seemed to notice the dissatisfaction they caused, though the knight in partial plate armour certainly did.

Lightning.

“Buy a girl a drink, won’t you?” Eve nearly demanded without eye contact. She checked the other lass, who appeared simple yet vigilant. Smart.

14-Nov-2019 05:10:25

NotFishing

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Name: Sir Gareth Arenar
Age: 27
Gender: Male

Appearance: Gareth stands at an imposing six foot five, with short blond hair, piercing green eyes, a short beard, and a perpetually serious expression. He is well-muscled, if a bit malnourished - these are trying times, after all - and has a few scars and markings from the various fights and scrapes he has been in over the years.

Attire/Armour: Gareth's armour is, admittedly, more fitting for a common man-at-arms than an annointed knight. A thick padded gambeson, a vest of boiled leather, mail gauntlets and greaves, and a kettle helmet. Only his accent, along with the once-rich but now stained and worn purple cloak, give any indication of wealth or higher birth.

Weapon(s): A two-handed steel longsword, and a dirk. Both are somewhat notched and battered, but still sharp and serviceable enough.

Magic: Please read the History Section first.

Shadow. Gareth has done the unthinkable - the deliberate murder of someone who truly cared for him, unprovoked and for the sole purpose of personal gain. Touched by the Wraith, he possesses a number of unholy abilities. The first and perhaps most benign, is the ability to turn invisible - blending in with his surroundings. The second, and somewhat more sinister, is his power to snuff out sources of light - candles, torches, and with sufficient concentration, campfires.

His last and most malevolent power, is his ability to manipulate shadows and darkness into solid limbs and tendrils, which are ice cold to the touch. He can use these to ensnare his foes or tear them apart.

Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

14-Nov-2019 06:23:12 - Last edited on 14-Nov-2019 16:57:00 by NotFishing

NotFishing

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History: The Island of Mornstar had always been somewhat isolated, located just off the coast of the mainland. Although it was ruled by a King, it was a Petty Kingdom, supporting a handful of villages but little else. Its fish, mines, and forests had provided its people with the essentials, and thus it was mostly self-sufficient.

It was perhaps because of this that it was one of the few Kingdoms to survive the chaos that followed the Brightlord's death. That wasn't to say it was easy; their Paladin vanished and fell into despair after the death of his god and his comrades, leaving them without magical protection. Although monsters could not reach them from the land, there were still beasts which dwelled in the sea. And there was no telling if a foreigner would come bearing the corruption of the Underking or the Wraith. Thus, all visitors were turned away, and those who persisted were killed.

This was the life Gareth Arenar was born into. A younger son of House Arenar, one of the Kingdom's four noble houses, he was sent to the King to serve as a squire. The Knights of Mornstar rarely numbered more than half a dozen, but they served as commanders for the Kingdom's meager militias, and bodyguards to the King himself. It was a great honour, and due to his birth it was one Gareth was destined for.

The King took Gareth as his personal squire and, lacking any children of his own, came to view Gareth as his own son. It was he who taught Gareth the way of the knight: obey your liege, protect your liege, defend the weak and the innocent, do not back down from a challenge, and conduct oneself honourably in battle. Gareth took these tenents to heart, and was knighted at the age of nineteen. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

14-Nov-2019 06:23:31

NotFishing

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As a knight, his duties were simple. Patrol the roads. Inspect the militia. Protect the King. If monsters emerged from the sea, rally the militia and drive them back. If a citizen succumbed to the temptation of dirt, strike them down without hesitation. If a visitor attempted to reach the island for refuge, keep them away by any means necessary.

It was this last duty that Gareth struggled with. He had vowed to protect the weak and the innocent, yet he had also vowed to obey his liege, and his liege had told him to drive the weak and the innocent away. The King had justified this by saying nobody from the mainland could be truly innocent, but Gareth wasn't so sure.

Then, one day, as he was patrolling the beach, he came upon the wreckage of a small boat. It had not been there the day prior, it was not of the same make of any boat from Mornstar, no fishermen had reported any boatwrecks, and there was a pair of human footprints leading into the woods - and not in the direction of any village. Gareth knew what that meant.

He followed the footprints and found a young woman who was about his age. When he approached her, she nearly ran, but then he introduced himself as a Knight of Mornstar and she visibly relaxed. She rather excitedly told him that she had heard stories of the Island Kingdom: that its capital had never fallen. That its people could live their entire lives without ever seeing a monster or going hungry. She had fixed an old rowboat and set off on a perilous voyage to find it. And now, here she was. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

14-Nov-2019 06:23:48

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