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Post by Kimnas on Dec 4, 2004 7:35:14 GMT -5
Rain was pouring. It was dark. The only light emitted in the small town of Bree was a dim light from the Prancing Pony.
As you enter the familiar inn you notice a few things. The bartender, same as before, smiles and nods his head to you.
"Welcome! What can I get for you? An ale? Food? Or simply a nice table?"
In the room there are a few people who are laughing and drinking together at the bar. A group of men sitting a table eating heartily their meal, and a few strangers sitting alone at individual tables.
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Post by Kimnas on Dec 4, 2004 7:37:12 GMT -5
Turwaithion walked into the inn, remembering past times at which he had frequented this inn, enjoying the company he once had and the ale he once knew. The bartender said his usual.
"What can I get from you? A..." He was cut off my Tur.
"Just a table for old memories sake." said Tur.
The bartender led him to a nice table in the left corner of the inn.
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Post by Kronomas on Dec 4, 2004 23:46:38 GMT -5
As Krononmas entered the unfamiliar town, his cloak soaked and armor wet, he needed a place to stay the night.He was cold and wet and wanted to dry off and get some food. He saw one light on in the town, whihc came from the Prancing Pony.
As he entered the tavern and inn he grabbed a seat at the bar and began questioning the bartender about many strange things he had seen on the way to bree.
" There are some strange people in this town" said Kronomas." They look like kids in size but look like adults"
" Those are called hobbits good soldier. They are half-sized in your eyes, yet thye are adults the most of em." replied the bartender.
As Kronomas looked into a corner he spotted his freind Tur. He walked over to his table to say hi.
" Hello Tur. How did you come upon the Prancing pony?" asked Kronomas
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Post by Zinroth on Dec 5, 2004 3:46:18 GMT -5
Obscura slammed the door open in a mildly intense, somewhat distrubing, manner. Water ran down her coat as if she'd been there ages. She pulled the black coat cloaser to her, face shrouded in it. She glanced up at the tender, her eyes slightly gleaming. "A table. Alone please."
He nodded. She moved into her own little corner. Her wings twitched behind the coat. She wanted to stretch them out more than anything, but she couldn't; what would everyone say?
She also wanted to show her face. But there were probably bounty hutners about and she just couldn't risk another fight..
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Post by Kimnas on Dec 6, 2004 7:56:52 GMT -5
Hey Zinroth, this is Middle Earth so I don't know whether people have wings or not. Do you want to be an exception? Like some funky DNA genetics problem gone wrong? Or you wanna just leave the wings for another category? Just wondering.
Tur smiled at the sight of his friend, Krone.
"Greetings Krone! Oh, I love this inn...used to visit it all the time with my old war buddies, but they all left a long time ago. Hello, who is this shady character?" Tur said
Tur watched the newcomer intensely. He knew he had seen this person before, by the way she acted. She seemed obnoxious, yet quiet and watchful, opposites in normal people but this one was obviously not normal. He saw some form on her back move slightly.
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Post by Zinroth on Dec 6, 2004 16:43:35 GMT -5
((An exception. Wouldn't there be demons and the such in middle earth? o.O That's how I'm used to middle-earth RPs.. but y'all probably do it differently. than I'm used to so.. yeah.. Thanks. ^_^;;*scratchs head*))
Obscura didn't pay much attention towards Tur watching her. She stopped a passing waiter. "A glass of water if I may?"
He blinked, then nodded, and Obscura leaned back into her chair, upp against the back of her chair. She started "humming" a soft barely-over-a-whisper dark-ish, depressing sort of song..
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Post by Kronomas on Dec 6, 2004 20:35:58 GMT -5
Kronomas looked at this newcomer and could not quite place who it was. He had no idea who the new person was so he would've liked to find out
" I do not know who that is.Do you" asked Kronomas
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Post by Amry on Dec 8, 2004 18:47:27 GMT -5
Amry Weaver walks in out of the dark, smiling to the gathered company. Good evening! The hobbit looks around at the various tables; all have a drinking partner, except one person in the corner. She sits down at table near Obscura and orders some tea, watching the stranger unobtrusively from her deep brown eyes. Odd. Never seen one like this around. Amry's eyes, so used to staring closely at tiny stitches in the tailor shop, do not miss the fact that Obscura's cloak is water-repellent and finely made. But what was that bulge in the back? Perhaps that was the reason she wanted to be alone; a hunched back would be embarassing.
Amry decides to go speak to the stranger. Approaching the table, she smiles and says, Good evening. My name is Amry Weaver. I live a little ways away, but my shop is in town, and I like to stop here for a chat in the evenings before I head home. May I sit down?
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Post by Zinroth on Dec 8, 2004 20:22:51 GMT -5
Obscura glanced up, raising an eyebrow. No one had ever bothered to ask her that before; so why now?
"I'd rather sit alone, but I suppose so.."
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Post by Kronomas on Dec 9, 2004 1:17:41 GMT -5
Krone turned to look at Tur with a slightly confused face.
" ho is that person talking to the odd one? This town confuses me ever so much." Krone whined.
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Post by Kimnas on Dec 9, 2004 5:53:59 GMT -5
Turwaithion turned to see the stranger's company.
"That's Amry Weaver, she's working on stuff for me in her shop, nice lady, that one. Maybe we should join her, I would like a conversation with that one. To get to know her you know?"
Turwaithion took his cloak and ale and walked over to the table for four that Amry had joined.
"I am Turwaithion Dréamere. I was wondering if I may join your conversation to meet you, I know Amry already but I was hoping to make a new friend, and your name is?"
Turwaithion sat down at the chair to the right of the stranger and to the left of Amry. He draped his cloak over the back of chair and put his ale on the table.
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Post by Amry on Dec 9, 2004 18:00:08 GMT -5
Amry blinks at the sudden company, but quickly gains her composure and glances at Obscura. Well, I certainly don't mind, but I'm not sure that this... person.. does, she says, suddenly realizing with some embarassment that she doesn't know the stranger's name. But, if we all sit together, I'd think we'd want a slightly bigger table. She spies a table much larger than Obscura's tiny two-person table nearby and promptly sits down. This'll do nicely! Come and sit down!
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Post by Zinroth on Dec 10, 2004 0:31:39 GMT -5
((*frowns*I think this is another ME RP I'ma have to drop outta..))
Obscura frowned lightly. She really didn't want to move. "I really perfer not to, to both of your questions."
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Post by Kimnas on Dec 13, 2004 7:31:05 GMT -5
Tur, amazed at the creature's off-ish-ness, sat down with Amry.
"So, how was your day today?"
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Post by Kronomas on Dec 13, 2004 21:49:12 GMT -5
Krone followed Tur to the table
"Why hello there...Amry..is that correct? I'm Kronomas, a soldier of Gondor. Nice to meet you." he said
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