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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Snarfulblast The girl was overcome with relief more than anything else. Tension flooded from her as she put her nerves to rest and could finally relax. It was like she was finally free to breath now and it only caused her sweet innocent glow to brighten.

Thank you so much! She squeals to the barman.
Taking her doll she sits it before her and starts whispering to it.
Where was I? Oh yea. *mumbled whispering* ...and I ate his sweet too...
...I left foot prints on grams good rug
...didn't say nuffin when 'e got grounded...
...kicked the cat... then there was an awkward pause. Her face suddenly guilt stricken as the next confession was a bit harder to get out. She stammered with her words remembering fresh detail.
Told em I left my doll up the hill... then I let them inside

No sooner had the little girl finished her last word a creepy scraping sound begins clawing from every shadow. The darkness within the shadows begins to bump and boil as it gives way to a form. Slowly escaping the shadows vile scarecrows begin dragging themselves out of every dark nook and cranny into the taverns main hall. Crude leather bag faces on hessian sack bodies with limbs of bound sharp strong straw, these nightmarish creatures came for those who hadn't confessed.

The taverns door swung wildly open, it was now anchored and strongly connected to its current location, the little girls world, and the laws of that world true and strong throughout the nameless tavern!
It was the night of the Straw Man, and if you didn't burn away your sins they would come to take you away...

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Dorian answers Lunaria

"My dear, you are going to have to be more precise in your askings if you truly want answers. Why it would be presumptuous for us to assume that at any one given moment I could be fully aware of 'what in the hell'" he mimics her words with a smile." was going on around me let alone in 'this' tavern." He smiles a well practised charming smile and his eyes light up as words come to mind. His voice dips into a sultry whisper and he moves closer to her. Eyes always locked with hers." Take this moment for example "
He plays with his words as he speaks, drawing on their length and accentuating certain syllables.
" What is even happening here? " He moves close enough that his breath can be felt upon her skin. " What is even happening here?" he moves back just enough so his bright smile can be seen and continues to whisper in her ear. " Five present but only four alive. Strangers conversing in a hallway. Fear and arousal taint the air. Those with every reason to be alike are not while those without reason find cause to be. A heart beats slightly faster than its usual rhythm, a lady mindfully covers her ears. We stand amongst a violent aggressor yet another is at the ready and holds the means to kill. The searching and the found both not where they are meant to be. The individual strands of fate entangle a moment to memory when it is simply but that, a passing moment."

And with that he passes, gently pushing down the middle of the group, sliding past everyone. He pauses for a brief moment when he gets a small static shock from Knutik and glances his way. Ignoring it he carries on and moves to his room.

" Answer me all that and all my knowledge is yours if you have the hours to pry it from me, until then I must ask that you excuse me." Dorian who had largely ignored the rest of the group turns to address them all. " I leave you in the company of my brother. He will see to anything you need and sort out scheduling and employment issues, I believe we need a keeper to distribute and collect the keys to the rooms. Good evening all."

Dorian swung the door open casually as he entered his room. While the door didn't open extremely wide, neither did he attempt to obscure the view. There it was as clear as day, a glimpse into the mysterious room. Yet strangely, as soon as the large doors clicked shut behind him, closing against one another, no one could recall what they had seen. No matter how hard their memory may try to reconstruct the image, their ability to recall was met with insecurity, uncertainty and jumbled images from their past.
It was a word lost on the tip of your tongue, that dream you just awoke from but can't explain. It was right there but at the same time unreachable. Time sought only to further erase the foggy memory, after a short moment they wouldn't even remember that they couldn't remember. Soon they simply wouldn't think on it anymore.
You couldn't even feel it slipping away, it was there and then gone. You can't know what you don't know and you wont remember what you don't remember.
The shade being what it was would linger on that unexplainable fleeting feeling longer than any of the others. But he too would forget that he forgot.

That just left Clay standing there before them. He rolled his eyes as his brother left but brought his hands together to pop his knuckles as he looked over his new acquaintances.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Varicke@Alisdragon911@ineffable

Dorian, now satisfied with his cuffs stopped playing with his suit and gave his full attention to the trio before him. His steely eyes and sharp gaze bore into them as he waited expectantly.
"Well?" he finally asks." What is it I can do for you?" his voice soft and smooth, remains polite, but it's clear he is a very busy man.

Clayton seemed to grow even taller and more intimidating. His grin spread wider and his muscles slightly tensed. He seemed to relish in the uncomfortable aura that grew in the air around them. Savouring the awkward silence, he seemed in no rush to go anywhere.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Dannyrulx

How's this for a description under entertainment?

If you are lucky enough and in the tavern at the right time, those auditory senses on the side of your head (or where ever they may be) will be in for a treat as they are indulged and delighted by the delicate classical rhythms of Daniel Chrolican's musical mastery.

The glowing green eyed, tall, pale young adult has been playing for nearly as many years as he has had birthdays. With an instrument repertoire including the violin, trumpet or guitar he is sure to raise those tired spirits and take you on a journey with his playful upbeat jazz melodies. Or have you in deep lifely contemplation and selfreflection as he has you in awe over his inspiring beautiful and emotionally intricate swooping classical compositions.

Please, if you have enjoyed or partaken in the atmosphere he has created, show your thanks and support as he shares his soul by cheering loudly or buying the man a drink.

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@Dark Light You forgot me as one of the staff :P

@Dannyrulx

It's not done yet, still in progress ;)

Pokemon: New World

@Dusksong
You care to have that battle with Azerus still?

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@ineffable@Alisdragon911

Sorry, I just wanted to clear/explain some things that maybe didn't make sense in my post.

A) there was no physical pull on the ear but more of a grabbing of the attention that couldn't be ignored.

B) the boys approached from behind you. They are not in the doorway.
The door hasn't opened.

Sorry for any confusion, I just wanted to put us all on the same page.
Off to bed now but I'll put up a post in the morning ;)

Pokemon: New World

The Benevolent Beauty Turned Boisterous Bruiser

versus

Rebellion's Turbulent, Reserved Tempest

Azerus Jr

Feyhollow

13

"Dodge it!" Azerus yelled with a hint of desperation infiltrating his voice. But his ryhorn didn't move. Puffed and exhausted it just looked up at the oncoming attack and tried to brace itself, relying on its thick stoney hide.

And just like that the battle was over. Rhyhorn lay collapsed on the floor, defeated, a giant pile of heavy stone. Unlike before Azerus did not rush to return his Pokemon to its pokeball, instead allowing his ryhorn to stay present and dwell in its defeat. Despite just losing the battle Azerus's lips curl into an innocent smile. Showing none of the signs of disappointment or disbelief that one would expect to see from such a crushing defeat, smug grin still in place, Azererus lets out a soft impatient sigh and awaited his opponents obnoxious berating.

Once again he casually flicks away some hair from his face as he looked up from the Pokemon. You did well. He said softly, a slight simmer of condescension slithered into his tone, but he was not speaking to his Pokemon. For the first time his eyes finally met hers, if only for a brief moment. A taunting devilish grin takes his face. Truthfully his defeat pained him more than he expected or cared to admit. And for that there was a slight malice with intent to stir.
As he turns to walk-away, he stops to to get in his final say.
"For what it's worth I'm glad I made you angry.

You're even cuter when you get all worked up."

With that he lets out a soft chuckle having amused himself and zaps his ryhorn back into its pokeball before turning his back and casually walking away.

'Damn town only having one poke'center' he thought to himself as he headed there. Hopefully she wasn't going straight there too. Azerus put a slight rush in his step to try avoid such things.

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(Battle over!)

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TP

6
+1 (post)
+5 (LeaguePrime-end of battle)

TP=12

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Alisdragon911@ineffable

"Can I help you?"

The words reached over the girls shoulder and tugged on their ear with a force that could not be ignored. While spoken softly the words were clear and sharp, abruptly cutting the near silence found this far from the main floor. They carried with them an air of confidence and authority with a slight hidden undertone of a faint frustration and displeasure.

Behind the women stood not one but two of the Radahaw brothers. And in such close proximity without confrontation...
The one who spoke stood on the right, his focus on the cuffs of his elegant black suit as he meticulously adjusted them to fit perfectly to his attire. His skin was smooth and eyes steely, hiding a thousand thoughts and memories behind them. Instantly it seemed if his nature was more serious inclined, if not troubled.

Standing beside him, half a foot taller and much more rougher in appearance was the other brother. His clothes simple and stained serving functionality over style. His skin was marked with tattoos and scars and even his posture was more carefree and restless. This man seemed more raw, even his eyes had an animalistic inclination to them. He was shamelessly looking the girls over from foot to head when they turned around. A sly smile on his lips and predatory glare in his eye as he speaks in a deep voice with a rough rugged charm.

"Or maybe can I help you?"

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Alright everyone!

I'm doing a much needed renovation and update in the next couple of days.

Will be working on the main opening posts so I need a bit of info from you all.

Who would like what jobs?
Do you notice any area's that need fixing up or could be written better.
I will be changing the reserved room listing and putting in a system,

Rooms idea

There will be 4 types of rooms. Basic economy, comfort class, essential luxuries, unrestricted. Regardless of their little differences and your characters wealth, to proceed to a higher room it requires a presence in the tavern. (IC Posts). It will be a way of recording how active characters were and immortalising them.

As always guys, I'm open to and welcome feed back and ideas.