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𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

Room for another?

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@ShadowKnight

Clay had just finished pulling on a pair of ‘emergency jeans’ that he had long since learned to strategically leave around the place. They were denim and despite being hidden away, still appeared well worn and aged.

He got up to standing with a loud groan and a slow heavy exhalation at the top. Lines of deep gashes ran along his ribs on the left and amongst the blood, the skin was already swollen and bruised with dark shades of blue and purple.

He smiled at the newcomer, a wide, teeth baring, wolf’s grin.
”Rough day” he repeated pondering. ”Guess it’s been a bit slow. Dropped me drink earlier, that was kinda disappointing...”

His eyes scanned over the gold. He couldn’t quite hide that glimmer of excitement from them. That faint reflection that gold causes in many men, despite needing it or not, regardless how much they might have, that hungry greed.

Had it been silver he placed on the table instead, it still would have been enough for what he was asking. But still, clay picked up a coin and pretended to examine it.

”Hmm, this currency isn’t really recognised here, but I’ll see what I can do. Just chuck a few more on the bar if the drinks look to be getting a little too light for your tastes.”

With that he gives a small nod, collects the coins along with a bottle of whiskey and heads out back into the kitchen. A short moment later the door bursts open to a fluttering of leathery bat-like wings as a dozen small, wide eyed, oil skinned, shadow imps fly out carrying mugs and bottles of various ales and wines.

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@aia2022

Only the truly observant would have seen it, only those with the keenest eye and highest attention to detail would have noticed the trivial amongst the chaos, after all, the wraiths all looked very very alike.

And while it seemed that they had been continually coming through walls and doors alike, there was often just as many leaving, through walls and doors alike. In fact, the very same ones trying to prowl around through other rooms and recesses of the tavern were the very same ones appearing by the main floor, In very much the same way Lavender was about to.

The taverns magic, it’s shift of reality, didn’t discriminate between the differences of wraith and patron, if it even acknowledged one at all.

It was dark outside by now, irregardless of how long she had actually been there.
’was it the same night or the following, was it supposed to be night at all?’
The lack of light hung heavy in the air, an almost palpable presence surrounding her, hungry even and it was accompanied by a strong firm silence haunting in its lone still serenity. A faint mist hovered just above the ground and danced around her feet.
The sky was however was a beautiful glittering canvas of mystical colours and sparkling stars on a deep dark blank backdrop.

No sooner had the tavern disappeared from vision behind her, than did it reappear in the near distance in front. Irregardless or direction, speed, will or magic, there was only one place she could possibly go.

Back to the tavern.

No matter how long she spent outside amongst the cold mist under the dark star lit sky, not much time had passed inside. Things were for most part as she left them.

Should she try other doors within the tavern

||beyond the first she finds a hallway with many doors that are presumably rooms but they all chuck her straight back out into the main floor ignoring any and all sense of direction, reasoning and logic.||

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@aia2022 Are you actually leaving or can I do some spooky ‘can’t leave the tavern’, stuff?

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Ok I'm very sorry but I'm lost on what is happening, thought the wyvern was sitting ontop of the bag/dagger? So would that mean someone tore it out from under him? Burn the bag underneath his claws? If you want I'll change my post but I'm trying to figure out a post now.

@LiegeLord

Yea, it got a bit clunky but let’s just say it was snatched from under him in the chaos, or was magic’d Out by a wraith. I think I missed the part where he was on it. Anyway just trying to resolve and tidy up the tavern event now. ((Hence allowing the dagger to be burnt to nothing.))

Hmmm... wasn’t my cleanest event and looking forward to getting back to interactions.

:)

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

More wraiths died (or vanished) to the wide varying skills and powers of the taverns brave patrons.

As one unlucky wraith was sent back to the shadows it dropped the dagger bound bag to the tavern floor. It landed with a heavy thud.
With a limping charge the wolf quickly darted towards the object, but by the time it covered that small distance it was no longer a wolf but a man who grabbed the bag. A naked injured Clay poorly used the focused on bag to try retain a modicum of modesty.
It was clear by the expression on his face that this was not thought through.
As a wraith swooped down at him from above in a fluttering of evil darkness, the shapeshifting bartender launched himself over the bar as he threw the bag away back into the main tavern.

“Someone bloody get rid of it!” His wild yell was cut short by a thud as he vanished behind the solid wooden counter.

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@LiegeLord

Not at all, been pretty quiet lately. Should be easy to slip back in.
Sorry to hear about your family member. That’s rough.

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@aia2022
The large wolf, as if detecting Lavender’s gaze, turned to stare at her fox mask. Familiar eyes staring back at her in a familiar cocky way. It almost smiled at her, until in the distraction a wraith got close and clawed at the beast. The powerful blow sending the wolf scattering across the floor with a high pitched welp.

The wraith then seized its prize. Picking up the bag container the dagger.

... would it leave now that it had its possession back? Was it right to allow such an evil creature to have such an evil device?
Should anyone do anything?
Would anyone do anything?

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙳 - 𝙸𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢, 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎

@DeadDrop

Virgil

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_{D R V I R G I L H E I N E R
◄ 37 ▎ MALE ▎ 5’10 ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

Virgil was a well respected and influential doctor. Some might say he was a leader or even a pioneer in his field, that is until he learnt there was more to life (or unlife) hidden in the shadows. An overconfident man, he can be a little egotistical and slightly arrogant at times. He holds himself in high esteem and always presents him self as proper, calm and in control. He is kind to most, as a pleasantry, but it takes a bit to truly win him over.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}

Virgil was never a nobody, or so he would have everyone believe. But in truth, his deepest secret and darkest unresolved trauma is that he was badly bullied. By his big brother, by the kids at boarding school and by his own father. He was a scrawny runt, prone to crying and cursed with a terrible stutter. This awful combination of genetics and circumstances caused him to be an observer through life. He spoke little and listened lots. He eventually found companionship in the pets and animals of his home farm and quickly grew more familiar with them then other people.

Despite his social anxieties and lack of human affection Virgil was a smart child who excelled through school and earned himself a scholarship. He had a drive and purpose. He would prove he could become something, a someone.

The question ‘why’ always haunted his head, it sat behind every action, every event, every tear. It was the driving force of his curiosity and it was no surprise when he finally majored in behavioural and neuroscience, later on neuroanatomy too. One interest branching on to the next. Knowledge an insatiable thirst.

He overcame his stutter. Spent many years doing field work and research. Published papers, talked on television taught at universities and even began assisting with criminal investigations as an advisor. After all people were animals, sure a bit more complicated but still, just another animal. That is, until they weren’t.

No one else saw it, or understood it. Glancing over the interpretable information and seeing what they wanted to see. The quick and easy answer. The one that made them feel safe. The one that gave them the biggest pat on the back. The one that closed things off. The one, for all other known reasons was logical and made sense. But not Virgil. He saw there was something more, something big, something new. Opportunity.

Virgil could not let it go, he grasp this loose string and followed it blindly. Soon it grew longer. Still, no one else saw it. And it consumed him. This UNANSWERABLE question, people slowly stopped listening to him. It took up all his time and people slowly stopped funding him. And when he started to piece it together, people started actively ignoring and avoiding him. Then as he FOUND his answers, people started calling him crazy.

But not everyone...
He found a small group that would listen to him, they even invited him along with them. “To make a difference.” They said. “To do the right thing.”
The right thing, as he knew it to be, was always debatable, dependent on ones own view point and perspective. Nonetheless Virgil saw opportunity here, opportunity to regain all he had lost and more.

_{M E M O R I E S}

Your character's dispositions on other NPCs and players, a memory could also be a moment shared between one or more people.

Basically character relations to PC and NPCs, you dont need to go deep on this.

_{C R E E D}

Entrepreneurial

_{D R I V E}

Greed/Pride

_{E D G E S & P E R K S}

Thwart the unnatural
TBC

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Wraiths, the dark, coal eyed, life hating shadows, since their first appearance had dwindled in number, then risen again as the dagger began its evil work of turning other creatures into more of their own.

Then with the dagger secured away, their numbers began to dwindle once again.
Even though the wraiths seemed few in number now things only grew more chaotic as fear either subsided or set in. Both a good enough reason for men to grow foolish.

Arrows, bolts and bullets would seemingly fly through the air at random. Some passing through a wraith like shadow, many not. The room flashed with the warring of light and darkness. Effects and side effects of spells. Tables crashed and people cried, war cries and cries of pain, some hard to tell apart. A small fire smouldered on one wall, threatening to take a curtain soon.
A large wolf had appeared from somewhere, growling deeply and lashing out at multiple wraiths trying to close in on Vendril’s backpack. Trying to reclaim their knife.

@LiegeLord