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@ Room 17 @Vismar
The mans bare shoulder was cold to her touch. He wore no shirt, only a pair of old tattered jeans. His wide muscular chest and arms were decorated with various light scars. Just beside him, out of reach of his hand, an empty bottle lay on the floor. Besides Vivi's movement everything else remained perfectly still.
@ The Bar @Triesa
"I'm afraid without a proper chef our menu is limited to one of simple skill but our options are still wide. Make a suggestion and I'll see to it as best as available."
The barman shuffles around behind the bar and draws forth a bottle of red wine, pouring it into one of his pristinely cleaned glasses. It was a deep red liquid with a faint fruity fragrance. Before sipping it he asks.
"And of you? What brings you here? Are you a fighter? What do you fight for?"
The mans bare shoulder was cold to her touch. He wore no shirt, only a pair of old tattered jeans. His wide muscular chest and arms were decorated with various light scars. Just beside him, out of reach of his hand, an empty bottle lay on the floor. Besides Vivi's movement everything else remained perfectly still.
@ The Bar @Triesa
"I'm afraid without a proper chef our menu is limited to one of simple skill but our options are still wide. Make a suggestion and I'll see to it as best as available."
The barman shuffles around behind the bar and draws forth a bottle of red wine, pouring it into one of his pristinely cleaned glasses. It was a deep red liquid with a faint fruity fragrance. Before sipping it he asks.
"And of you? What brings you here? Are you a fighter? What do you fight for?"
Dorian stands tall polishing the glass in his hand. His eyes lock off on something or nothing in the distance as he replies to Conda with a simple faint smile.
Conda might notice that the cleanliness of the bar is not correlating equally to the effort of the barman. The bar and surrounding area was already seemingly far less decrepit and dusty after only a little work and attention. It was as if their very presence was awakening the tavern. It was subtle and slow but something was deffinatly happening.
"A meal?" Dorian asks Conda as he holds up the glass for inspection. Dorian looked back to Conda.
"So what do you make of this... Vivi? Do you know why she is here?"
It almost felt like a rhetorical question but was a question none the less.
Conda might notice that the cleanliness of the bar is not correlating equally to the effort of the barman. The bar and surrounding area was already seemingly far less decrepit and dusty after only a little work and attention. It was as if their very presence was awakening the tavern. It was subtle and slow but something was deffinatly happening.
"A meal?" Dorian asks Conda as he holds up the glass for inspection. Dorian looked back to Conda.
"So what do you make of this... Vivi? Do you know why she is here?"
It almost felt like a rhetorical question but was a question none the less.
@ The Bar
"She is indeed. Young and eternal"
Without word or warning a gentle yet confident voice adds itself to Conda's self conversation, resonating from the other far end of the bar.
Slightly concealed in recoiling shadows a figure emerged and moved towards him, no creak of a door nor stir of a floor board to signal his sudden appearance, not even the soft sighs of his breath. Where once only shadows dwelled now came a well postured man. He moved with an air of certainty and authority. His motions carried a masculine grace and he held himself with a polite proper etiquette.
His face clean and dark hair well kept, nearly to a standard as equally immaculate as the fine intricately detailed suit that adorned his slender physique. The facade of appearance was completed and complimented by his steely eyes, a wistful gaze, a chiseled jaw line and the ever charming white grin.
Following a small flourish of his hand he leant over in a faint bow as he greeted the patron.
"It is a pleasure to meet you." He says kindly. "Welcome to my humble establishment, I hope the drink is to your liking."
With a smooth fluid motion he retrieved the coin placed upon the bar before watering a rag in the nearby sink and dragging it across the bench surface, scrubbing away at the dust. Ever whilst showing an interest and attention to anything Conda had to say.
@ Random Rooms
The first few rooms were as one might expect. An ornate bed and dresser. A plant, some old art and a doorway to another room. Then things began to change. As she moved further down the hallway the rooms no longer held consistency, while still stocked as a place of slumber the decor and decorations were of another time. Or of another world...
With things ranging from the unimaginably bizarre to breath takingly beautiful, rooms naturally adapted and were customised to their guests needs and desires. These rooms while apparently vacant still held true waiting for their patrons to return to them.
Vivi gets an unexpected startling fright as behind door 17 a blonde haired man sat slumped against the far wall beside the bed.
"She is indeed. Young and eternal"
Without word or warning a gentle yet confident voice adds itself to Conda's self conversation, resonating from the other far end of the bar.
Slightly concealed in recoiling shadows a figure emerged and moved towards him, no creak of a door nor stir of a floor board to signal his sudden appearance, not even the soft sighs of his breath. Where once only shadows dwelled now came a well postured man. He moved with an air of certainty and authority. His motions carried a masculine grace and he held himself with a polite proper etiquette.
His face clean and dark hair well kept, nearly to a standard as equally immaculate as the fine intricately detailed suit that adorned his slender physique. The facade of appearance was completed and complimented by his steely eyes, a wistful gaze, a chiseled jaw line and the ever charming white grin.
Following a small flourish of his hand he leant over in a faint bow as he greeted the patron.
"It is a pleasure to meet you." He says kindly. "Welcome to my humble establishment, I hope the drink is to your liking."
With a smooth fluid motion he retrieved the coin placed upon the bar before watering a rag in the nearby sink and dragging it across the bench surface, scrubbing away at the dust. Ever whilst showing an interest and attention to anything Conda had to say.
@ Random Rooms
The first few rooms were as one might expect. An ornate bed and dresser. A plant, some old art and a doorway to another room. Then things began to change. As she moved further down the hallway the rooms no longer held consistency, while still stocked as a place of slumber the decor and decorations were of another time. Or of another world...
With things ranging from the unimaginably bizarre to breath takingly beautiful, rooms naturally adapted and were customised to their guests needs and desires. These rooms while apparently vacant still held true waiting for their patrons to return to them.
Vivi gets an unexpected startling fright as behind door 17 a blonde haired man sat slumped against the far wall beside the bed.
Oops, I forgot I had a character for this. Did he get approved?
The 'DemonBoy'
The 'DemonBoy'
@Dark Light
Is there anyway he could work at the tavern?
Could always use more lamps :p
Sure, what did you have in mind?
@Triesa
As if calling to or welcoming him, the doors slowly creeped open beckoning the stranger to enter.
The cold silence of escaping stale air resonated with a longing and loneliness. It was as if the building itself was aching and pleading for some company, for some purpose.
Then with a rustling gush of air the tavern inhales. Despair turned to hope swiftly sweeps in on a soft breeze. The heavy wooden door swung wide open and softly 'clanged' against the wooden wall to which its hinges were tied.
With the door fully open a forgotten light cascades into the wide open empty room. This new gleaming life reached across the decrepit wooden floors and still statuesque furniture, pausing at the foot of the bar and seemingly not daring to reach up the ancient grand oak stairway.
The once idle and ancient dust now stirred by the breeze played in the welcoming rays of sun. It swirled about in the air shimmering and dancing, giving a false life to these dead halls.
As if calling to or welcoming him, the doors slowly creeped open beckoning the stranger to enter.
The cold silence of escaping stale air resonated with a longing and loneliness. It was as if the building itself was aching and pleading for some company, for some purpose.
Then with a rustling gush of air the tavern inhales. Despair turned to hope swiftly sweeps in on a soft breeze. The heavy wooden door swung wide open and softly 'clanged' against the wooden wall to which its hinges were tied.
With the door fully open a forgotten light cascades into the wide open empty room. This new gleaming life reached across the decrepit wooden floors and still statuesque furniture, pausing at the foot of the bar and seemingly not daring to reach up the ancient grand oak stairway.
The once idle and ancient dust now stirred by the breeze played in the welcoming rays of sun. It swirled about in the air shimmering and dancing, giving a false life to these dead halls.
@Dark Light Hey there, fairly new but I see you have an opening for lead waitress? I think I could do that, what should I do?
Make a character and come on in!
We can RP your application, :D
If you get passed the man at the door
PS: Welcome to the tavern
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