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Topic: Realms of Twilight - A Journey Begins
Subject: Raina -- Finally.
“Good morning, milady. You will be dining with the Master this morning, so I have brought appropriate attire for you. May I draw you a hot bath?"
Finally, Raina thought with contempt. He made me wait long enough.
“Yes, that would be fine. And, “Raina put emphasis behind the next word, “please do not put any of that perfume in the bath. I prefer a , er, fresh scent”.
Actually, what I prefer is no one noticing me from sixty feet away just by my flowery smell.
The last couple of days had been torment. Not that it had been more unpleasant then being in the woods, but here she felt like there was no escape. Once inside, the staff had done everything to accommodate her needs, from repairing her armor and washing her traveling clothes to providing her with ample food and drink. This had all been done with a sense of indifference. The head butler, or at least that what’s Raina had assumed since he was the best dressed of the lot, was downright cold despite his pleasant words. It was explained that the Master wanted to speak with her, but he had other business to attend to at the moment. She was told to stay here in the meantime.
The lodgings were exquisite. The household staff spent time each day making sure that the ebony table and chairs remained dust free. Riana attempted to hold off her boredom by admiring the different items around her room. This quickly diminished into her polishing and repolishing her equipment. Then she took to braiding and rebraiding her long, dark trusses of hair. She was finally reduced to stalking around her room and the parlor, brooding on how long she was to be stuck indoors. After selecting a few books from the parlor, she sequestered herself inside of her own private quarters. Servants brought a meal of roasted duck and other luscious items. Not having much of an appetite, Raina left most of the food that was offered.
As the servant started preparing a hot bath, Raina inspected the clothes she was to wear for her meeting. Her hand slides across a black damask gown sewn with roses laid out for her on the bed. The sleeves are wide and trailing and the tiered skirt is laden with silk rosettes. Matching slippers are set on the floor, each with a rose worked onto the top.
“Bah,” she murmured to the empty room, “at least the shoes look comfortable.”
The bath was mercifully void of anything scented. After a quick wash, she permitted the servant to brush her hair and assist her with the dress. She would have found it pretty, had it not been covered with rosettes. The skirt felt like it had an unpleasant weight added to the frills.
Encumbersome. she thought disdainfully as she moved into the parlor.The well dressed butler greeted her at the bottom of the stairs.
“Good morning. I trust you are rested well?” Without waiting for an answer, he continued, “The Master is finishing his morning devotions. Please follow me.” With the final proclamation, the butler turned heal and began walking down the hallway. The hallway opened into an enormous room sparsely furnished. Raina took note of the expansive glass ceiling where she could just make two of the three moons. He continued out through a set of glass doors.
The terrace was well equipped for entertaining. The ebony table and chairs dominated the majority of the space, but still allowed for the breath taking scene beyond to be viewed without much difficulty. Raina’s eyes narrowed as she saw that she was not the only guest to be dining with “The Master” this morning. There were several people already seated for breakfast.
“The Master will be with you momentarily.” With no further explanation, the butler turns and leaves the terrace, shutting the glass doors behind him. Silence was all that he left in his wake. Raina was feeling increasingly bad tempered. Shouldn’t she have at least been told that there were more people here? Would no one explain what was going on?
Raina resisted the urge to kick a chair out from the table. She could feel the blood pounding in her head. With an attempt to be civil, she decided to sit as gracefully as she could with all the additional fabric gathered about her hips. Her eyes glided over each one of the faces seated around her, and she thought she saw some of the same frustration mirrored in their expressions.
Posted on 2011-02-06 at 23:31:05.
Edited on 2011-02-06 at 23:34:10 by Celeste
Topic: Recruitment is Closed
Subject: a hat for every occasion
Oh please let it be a bowler. Or maybe a fedora.
Better yet, bunny ears. You would looking dashing in bunny ears, Admiral.
Posted on 2011-02-06 at 20:01:23.
Topic: Recruitment is Closed
Subject: Ahhhhh Yes!
I love it Grugg. Its like BESM on a serious trip. I'd love to be apart of it, if you'll have me. *grins*
Can't wait to see what you do with your world.
Posted on 2011-02-06 at 18:03:54.
It's Howdy Doody Time!
Posted on 2011-02-06 at 02:52:39.
Topic: Safari Zone
Subject: Nadira -- Socially Inept
“Ompf! My apolo..”Nadira started, but was cut off almost instantly by a man with a thick accent.
” Sorry.. wolf is not angry,” he spoke to her in passing as he made his way towards the door.
She silently watched his tall, muscular frame as he walked away from her, and she puzzled over his words. Dwellers certainly were a strange lot. Nadira suddenly felt self-conscious, wondering if her manner of speech would confuse these people native to the area. Now that she was more aware of where her body was, she felt another presence coming up from behind her. Slowly, the Chindari turned to face the new arrival.
Nadira’s dark eyes locked onto the bartender’s as he spoke to her.
“Good Day fair lady, might I interest you in a drink, or some food?”
She smiled, and considered the half elf. His seemingly short frame did nothing to dissuade the deadly grace that he moved with. It was something Nadira was used to seeing in the warriors of her shakri. Something she had yet to achieve.
Her mind cast about for pleasantries that village dwellers used. “Yes, um, kind sir, hot tea please.”
Another wave of unrest rippled through the tavern. Her gaze went again to the door were a large gray dog was making his way to her. Relief touched her thoughts. Worry always gripped at her while Siarl was away, but she knew better then to take too many of these thoughts to heart. He was turning into a fine hunter, and she knew their connection would allow her to sense anything amiss with him.
Nadira danced slighty out of the way as he made to sit on her foot. She reached a hand down to scratch him behind the ears once he had settled in, glancing briefly at the wolf that had now moved away from the two of them.
“I hope there wasn’t anything…. unpleasant in that, Siarl,” Nadira thought to the dog at her feet.
“Perhaps a meal for my friend and I to share?” she added to the half elf.
The half elf moved with the appearance of one who felt at ease no matter what the circumstances. He moved about the bar, checking on patrons and gathering orders without missing a beat in what could only be described as a tavern dance. Nadira accepted her tea with a mute nod. Small talk with village dwellers left her feeling uncomfortable at best.
As she engaged in silent small talk with Siarl, Nadira attempted to eavesdrop on the villages in the tavern. It was to no avail. The cacophony of many voices at once did nothing but confuse her. She was beginning to feel claustrophobic again. Just as she was considering telling the bartender to forgo her meal so she could be free of the tavern, a cloaked figure approached the bar. Words were spoken between the two of them, and Nadira thought she could make out a feminine quality. The bartender finally spoke a sentence that stood above the din as clear as day,
” I will be joining the mission to save Falhill, it has been my home, and will always be my home. I will go in the morn’ to the council to ask that they sign my name for those interested in joining the hunt.”
“Finally,” Nadira thought to herself,” someone who might know what’s going on. Are you coming, Siarl?”
Feeling distinctly ill at ease, she made her way towards the bar. Being social in such a setting had really put her on edge, and her mind again strayed to the dagger that was resting at her hip. As she watched the half elf take a drink of his own, Nadira pulled her sticky shirt away from her skin once more. Anxiety hit her again as she struggled for the right words.
“Ah, greetings again, uh, kind Elandili . I was wondering what has happened here? Why the call to arms? We only just arrived today.” Nadir's breath caught in her throat as she finished her statement. Her eyes flickered around the room as she pressed into the bar, attempting to create more space between her and the crowd around her.
Posted on 2011-02-05 at 22:20:16.
Edited on 2011-02-05 at 22:52:19 by Celeste
Topic: Chapter 3, Page 7
Subject: Whatcha doing tonight?
You should be dancing
Posted on 2011-02-05 at 01:47:55.
Topic: Birds of a Feather? SCA query
Subject: a small lamentation
I had a theory formulate while lurking today, and wondered if there was any connection between gaming geekery and history geekery. *smiles*
Right now I am in the Kingdom of Artemisia and lamenting the fact that I am not attending Estralla War next week. Its in AZ, and I've had just about enough of below zero weather.
PS -- Eol, I know lots of people who play but aren't members.
Posted on 2011-02-05 at 01:11:55.
Topic: Birds of a Feather? SCA query
Subject: Birds of a Feather? SCA query
Out of pure curiosity's sake, I was wondering if there are any other members of the SCA here at the Inn?
The SCA -- Society for Creaive Anachronism. Its a worldwide medieval reenactment group.
Any other birds of my kind roosting here at the Inn? *winks*
Posted on 2011-02-04 at 20:39:13.
Topic: Happy Birthday, Merideth!!
Hooray! Its your birthday! Make sure you're not the one cooking dinner tonight. *winks*
Posted on 2011-02-03 at 17:12:19.
Topic: Safari Zone
Subject: Nadira -- Unsettled
The noise in the common rose when the Chindari walked through the door. The number of people packed into the room, combined with being indoors gave Nadira a claustrophobic feeling deep in her chest. Her gaze swept the room, and she was immediately seized by a desire to draw the dagger at her side. A jet-black wolf was looking towards the door. Her brown eyes searched his sparkling blue eyes. As hunter’s gaze met hunter’s gaze, Nadira let out a slow breath. She saw the glint behind the look that meant there was more to this wolf then meets the eye. That and the distinct lack of panic from the patrons allowed her to ease her own alarm.
She had seen wolves hunt before. They were unmatched in their ability to hunt as a pack in an effortless display of prowess and cunning. The lack of fear that they displayed while taking down prey many times a single wolf’s size had always astounded Nadira. The fact that there was one, and only one, here in a room full of humans was even more astonishing.
‘Unsettled balance indeed’, she thought to herself.
Ignoring the eyes that were raking in her Chindari features, Nadira made her way toward the fire. Rather than keep her eyes on the wolf and present an unwanted challenge, she instead looked to the fireplace itself. It was a marvelous thing to behold. The body was made entirely of stone, and had a long, continuous slab of rock placed on the top for a mantle. Rocks and stone were not common on the sweeping grasslands of the Plains. Nadira had seen rocks when she came to the coast, but it was rare for her to venture into any of the buildings. These permanent structures were too disconnected for her taste. Too invading. It didn’t allow the land to recover from the damage of inhabitants. Even so, to see so many stones piled together to create something this large still brought a sense of wonder.
Nadira carefully made sure to pass in front of the wolf so as to not cause alarm by passing out of sight behind. Upon reaching the fireplace, she slid her hand down the mantel, taking in its flawless quality. This was much better. The angle from the fireside gave her a full view of the tavern’s customers. Her dark eyes looked back down, and the Chindari continued to contemplate the meaning of such a mighty creature here in a distraught village.
Posted on 2011-02-02 at 19:41:51.
Topic: Where am I?....
Subject: stumbled upon
Hey there Imperial,
Funnily enough, that's exactly how I found this site!
Best thing to do to find out how to RP-- read some of the threads in the forums. We have some great roleplayers here, and looking at the different games we have going on will give you a good idea how its done.
So in the mean time, grab something to drink, and welcome to the Inn!
*raises her spiced mead in a small salute*
Posted on 2011-02-01 at 23:51:21.
Subject: well met!
I still have a group of people that plays with paper! Its not *quite* a dead art! *grins*
So here's to new friends and more roleplaying!
*lifts her glass of spiced mead and lets out a hearty cheer*
Posted on 2011-02-01 at 23:28:45.
Topic: Safari Zone
Nadira scratched her face as she contemplated the poster outside the Slippery Rock. Her shakri had come to Falhill for their normal trade supplies, and she found out that they had planned on staying for a few days. In order to become a better warrior, she asked a few of the hunters if she might join them on one of their forest hunts. The prospect was greatly enticing to Nadira, for she had never pursued anything in the failing light. She now wondered how many would go, for the village seemed to be in general unrest after the town meeting.
Peaks of interest and waves of disgust hit Nadira as she read the posting. For her, life on the plains was hard, but not impossible. One had to know the way of the plains, the curves of the land, the movement of the herds, the song of the rains. If one wasn’t careful, it would be easy to succumb to the perils of such a desolate place. Nadira had to remind herself that not all were connected with the land, and therefore sometime felt confusion and anger about forces they didn’t understand. However, if the balance of life was really this upset in this part of the plains, that was cause to worry. Nadira knew little about things that might upset that balance due to being -supernatural-, but it was generally understood that such things shouldn’t go unchecked. It could lead to widespread disaster across the plains.
Her black shirt clung to the sweat of her body. It was far too muggy here by the ocean. She idly fingered the bowstring in her pouch. It would probably be best to leave her bow unstrung for a long as possible and put trust in the security of the village. Her bow would save no lives or feed no bellies if it was ruined by the moisture hanging in the air. Pulling her loose shirt away from her skin, Nadira made her way into the tavern to see what else she could find out about Falhill’s recent dilemma.
Posted on 2011-02-01 at 23:22:16.
Topic: Animal Safari
Name: Nadira Kanza
Race: Human, Chindari
Description: 5'6", her hair falls just below her jaw line and looks to be of the typical Chindari coloration of sandy blonde, though it is slightly bleached by long exposure to the sun. Her skin is tanned, and her lanky frame has a loping grace. Her face has a hawk-like appearance, and dark brown eyes sparkle with a hunter's instinct.
Background: Born and raised in the Chindari Plains, Nadira has known little else then moving with tides of the weather and the hunt. She is conscious of the wheel of life spinning, and has no problems telling those not of the plains about their views on the world. Being grown to woman, Nadira has inherited her own horse to use while hunting the dalpa herds. Nadira belongs to the group of hunters of the area, though she aspires to be accepted as one of her people’s protectors. Her shakri often travel to Falhill to trade camlut for supplies.
Posted on 2011-02-01 at 21:50:35.
Edited on 2011-02-02 at 23:53:02 by Celeste
Topic: I'm thinking of making a song
Wow Pyro. I'm honestly not sure what to think! Seems ... angsy. Hard rock beat or is it more of a metal song?
Posted on 2011-02-01 at 01:14:22.
Topic: Animal Safari
Can I be one of the half-elves described in your first post of Safari Zone? (I'd love to be an interested Elf, but I'm all for being one of the remaining half-elves!)
I'll get together a profile for you in any case!
By the by -- nice first post! It sets the scene nicely!
Posted on 2011-02-01 at 00:03:03.
Yay! Another new person! Welcome to the Inn!
*pulls up a chair next to Drabitt and orders a mug of spiced mead*
What brought you to the Inn?
Posted on 2011-01-31 at 23:58:07.
Topic: Chapter 3, Page 6
Subject: sllllloooooooowwwwwww mmmmmoooootiooooon.
I imagine this happening at half speed, which makes it way funnier.
hehehehehehehehehe. I love it.
Posted on 2011-01-27 at 18:05:42.
Topic: Oblivion based game
Subject: the epic continues...
I'm all for hashing it out here.
By the by -- did everyone see that Elder Scrolls is putting out a new installment?
Posted on 2011-01-27 at 03:12:47.
Topic: An odd poem...
I agree, this is very thought provoking. Depending on how you look at it, it can mean a variety of different things. I love work that does that! No definate direction; let the reader decide.
It also has a Shel Silverstein like quality to the pace of the poem. His stuff always can be set to music or a certain beat, and your poem certainly fits that bill.
Is this for a literature class or just a personal challenge from one person to another?
Posted on 2011-01-27 at 00:52:29.
Topic: Stupidest game-related utterances
Subject: We'll call you when we need you.
This happend a few weeks ago in a D&D 3.5 campaign that I am running.
The party followed a trail into a clearing with a number of bandits and a locked cage wagon with a handful of prisoners. After they kill off the bandits, and before the rogue woke back up (sleep spell), the CG Cleric (his deity is Garl Glittergold) walks up to the prisoners and says
After the rogue comes to and lets them out, the prisoners get sent back to town while the party stays in the clearing to decide how to proceed.
CG Cleric: Does anybody need healing?
LG Paladin: Nope.
CN Rogue: I'm good.
CN Barbarian: Naw, we're fine.
CG Cleric: What about those people we freed? Do they need healing?
CN Rogue: Um, dude, they've left.
CG Cleric: Yeah, but do they need healing?
CN Rogue: I have no idea. They're gone.
CG Cleric: Yeah, but do they need healing?
CN Rogue: *sigh* No.
CG Cleric: What about you guys? Does anybody need healing?
Party as one : NO!
Posted on 2011-01-25 at 18:24:50.
Topic: Oblivion based game
Subject: Oh yes
Oblivion?! Oh yes -- I'd love to be apart of this game as a player.
Are specifics going to be hashed out in this thread, or on another one?
Posted on 2011-01-25 at 15:34:08.
Subject: What a lovely response!
*a rosy blush appears high on her cheeks as she accepts the bouquet with a grin*
Thank you, Pit.
And thank you to everyone for such a warm welcome! Its lovely to find a place so readily accepting to new faces.
So for now I think I'll sit next to Celtia if we are to be a dynamic duo *wink*, and tuck into that mug of spiced mead!
Posted on 2011-01-21 at 23:54:51.
Greetings and salutations!
I've been lurking around this site for about six months, and finally decided that it was time to be apart of the action! The resources at the Red Dragon Inn are invaluable to my D&D game, and I have yet to even begin to explore the intricacies of the forum. So, again, greetings, and I can't wait to start getting to know all of you here at the Inn!
Posted on 2011-01-20 at 16:02:58.
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