Rusalka

Myriad Reality

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Myriad Reality

@Etcetera@Zeal Okie dokie then. Thank you all for the invites, and I hope to be RP'ing with y'all soon. Now if you'll excuse me, I must force my brain against its will to create a character and dive into a sea of words. *Puts on scuba gear* Wish me luck.

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@Stabby *bows* A pleasure.

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@Zeal Well one who is not so good at writing (used to be, but I've gotten rusty over the years) and one who doesn't have the time for it, so if possible may I join? ^_^

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*DARK SPIRIT RUSALKA HAS INVADED THE THREAD*

So hi-diddly-ho peoples. I noticed this most austere of RP's (surprised to actually see one using script format on here and HOLY MOTHBALLS THAT'S ALOT OF POSTS) and would possibly like to join. Provided, I have used this format before and let me tell you it is so much easier than having to write a friggin novel.

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As the night went on, Claudia resumed to play. A medley of songs ranging from tender ballads to whimsical dancing melodies to heroic epics filled the tavern with such an atmosphere like no other. People danced, laughed, cried and sang along to the Bard's lovely music, but still the Drow did not budge....not yet. His eyes, red as blood, they seemed affixed upon the other Drow Elkko with a purpose, but whom the mysterious figure had his eyes on was not the scraggly half-blood, but instead...the man sitting next to him.

He was of a refined sort, the gentleman dressed in expensive attire, happily singing along and gulping his ale. One could only assume he was nobility, but to be drinking and merrymaking among the commoners was absurd. Even so, there was no denying the look of a nobleman.

While Claudia continued to work up the crowd, the Drow downed his last swallow of mead and rose from his chair, skulking towards the nobleman. As he approached, his black cloak billowed behind him as if a living shadow. The nobleman turned to look at him, a drunken, stupid smile upon his face.

"Uhhh...hullo there!" He said in a slurred voice. The Drow narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Lord Varen sends his regards.". Suddenly, there was the sound of steel being unsheathed, and then... terror.

The man fell to his knees choking and gasping for air, blood spilling from a grisly gash in his slender neck. The Drow then kicked him aside and darted towards the stage as the crowd exploded into grim hysteria.

"YE GODS! MURDER!"
"HE'S DEAD! THE PRINCE HAS BEEN SLAIN!
"HELP! SOMEONE DO SOMETHING! CALL THE GUARDS!"

Claudia froze, nearly dropping her lute from her hands. She reached for her rapier, but the Drow swept behind her too soon, grabbing her and drawing another dagger to her neck. He then snarled backing toward the window, "Any of you move and she dies!"

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Amon Saredoth



Age: 43

Race: Full blooded Drow

Amon the Black Blade, The Kingslayer, there is nothing else to be said about this sword for hire, other than he is one of the deadliest. Blade and shadow are his arts, and his canvas he paints in blood. For the right amount of coin, he will spill blood for those who are not willing to get their hands dirty, and have a blast doing so. However, he is not one to slaughter his quarry and make a mess. He is clean, quick, but indeed merciless.

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Later that night...

Nary an empty seat could be found at the tavern as night fell. The dock workers and merchants, done with their daily toil, had arrived for a hearty meal and an even heartier drink, as did many of the tavern's patrons. Tonight, however would be a special treat for them. For the first time in ages it seemed, a bard had graced their presence, and a beautiful one at that.

While tankards clinked, men laughed and chattered, and tavern wenches bustled here and there carrying trays of drinks and food, Claudia took to the small stage, a tad nervous yet striding with confidence. She took up her lute, going through the usual motion of tuning it. Then, she smiled, greeting the audience that had gathered. Amidst the crowd, her eyes skimmed until she noticed a familiar face among them. "So he's here after all.". Claudia mused, giving Elkko a Sly wink.

"Thank you and good evening patrons of the Gilded Tankard. Tonight, I Claudia shall play for you. I hope you are all doing well. So without further ado, I give you a ballad, a sweet song of love and affection. Enjoy."

And with that, she played. Her sweet, serene melody filled the air of the tavern, causing all noises to cease. The tavern as a whole fell captivated by her lulling voice and the tender notes she plucked upon her lute.

But alas... While many were there to hear this beautiful maiden's voice, in the back of the tavern there sat indifferent to Claudia's music a shadowed figure garbed in a black hooded cloak. His shifty eyes scanned the tavern left and right as quietly he sipped his head, intently gazing at the Drow sitting nearby him.

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@deso Okay cool! I'll get to work on them then.

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@deso So would you be cool with me bringing in another character? Just to add more to our cast ^_^