Each day ends at the Mistyvale Inn...

Will · Post by **Will** » Fri Apr 20, 2007 10:31 pm

Sitting at the bar with his umpteenth drink, William turns his monumentally unused attention span toward their conversation for a moment. When the topic changes away from the local animal behavior, he stops listening and returns to his ale.

stoned-raider · Post by **stoned-raider** » Sat Apr 21, 2007 2:49 am

A tall man with red hair and a red beard approaches at the table. He is dressed in a ragged Hide Armor. His upper head is covered by a bandage. In one hand he´s holding an ale .... probably not his first one tonight.

*looks amused at Aris*

"So you want to wipe out the whole Namreg Clan?"

*takes seat and empties his ale*

"Nother one for me Roggins"

*nods at the two, his eyes get narrow*

"I´m Bullweig ... And I have met Nell Namreg today. Whatever dark god she prays to ... he grants her unbelivable strength. There were three of us, investigating the wizards tower .... when Nell showed up."

*Roggins arrives with another ale and hands it to Bullweig*

"Thanks my friend"

*Bullweig stares into his ale and then slowly begins talking again in a thick voice*

"She ... she fought the three of us ... and ... well ... we didnt stand the slightest chance ... I was imposible for us to hit her with our weapons. Never seen someone move that fast ... Every tine you thought you finally landed a blow ... you just hit her armor ... or nothing at all."

*Takes a long swallow, then looks at Aris again*

"Just warning you ... they are dangerous ... I mean REALLY dangerous. At least Nell."

*shrugs*

"anyway ... dont want to ruin your night at the Inn ... Mind another ale ?"

LONOmakesWAR · Post by **LONOmakesWAR** » Sat Apr 21, 2007 7:30 pm

*Aris views the stranger with no change of expression, he seems to contemplate the warning carefuly, but does not look concerned by it*

"I have heard that name before, and I spoke in jest about the Namreg Clan, you see it has been the talk of the inn for some time now. The bounty has made most swing their tongues, not their swords."

"Well Bullweig, no need for stand up citizens like us to trouble ourselves over such a matter. The Iron Fist is upon the Namreg clan now, thats my cue to seek other lines of work, best to leave this to the church."

Kell · Post by **Kell** » Sun Apr 22, 2007 12:24 pm

*Dúron is silent to listen to the two conversation. He's careful to pay attention to all those doing as he does, taking in faces and beahaviour of those that have turned their heads.*

"The Iron Fist.. I heard about him, the name would be Minuvas, right?... Lochwar? Praised be the man bringing law and order to these lands..."

LONOmakesWAR · Post by **LONOmakesWAR** » Mon Apr 23, 2007 12:21 am

Another evening draws Aris to his current home, the Mistyvale. Seems many have taken up residence there, prefering to live in the shadow of the great walled City of Cear rather than inside her gates. He aproaches the door and lifts his leg to kick it open when he remembered Roggin's request for a less obtrusive entrance.

"A man is only as good as his word." Aris opened the door gently with his forearm, his hands occupied by his gear.

Inside was the usual rabble of dockworkers and adventurers, he looked around for anyone he considered friend... or enemy... and took his usual seat.

Roggins fetched Aris' favorite serving girl and lingered just long enough to hear any further requests from his regular customer.. the door breaker.

"Anyone come in here askin for me today Roggins?"

"No sir, not today. I shall tell ya if they do." Roggins replied.

"Remember, i am lookin for a wizard, dark skinned from the desert lands, he is well liked amongst most of the people. If he comes for me here I must hear of it understood?"

The Explorer · Post by **The Explorer** » Mon Apr 23, 2007 5:13 am

*Mord walks in and overhears Aris's reminder to Roggin's* "Aris my friend greetins" *Nods* "Looking for me for any particular reason or just to catch up and have a drink?"

Minuvas · Post by **Minuvas** » Mon Apr 23, 2007 6:17 am

*slams his fist against the table in Inn, as he strides in.
Not even Minuvas can silence the drunken clamor inside the Inn.

He struts, obviously proud of himself. His armor clinks as he walks*

"Another Heretic sleeps in the dirt tonight!

Praise Lochwar and the Emperor" *he cheers, slamming his fist again against the counter* "Another round for all the Citizens here Roggins, on me."

"Praise Emperor Marcus the Fourth!" Minuvas shouts, holding a mug of ale in the air.

sirius · Post by **sirius** » Mon Apr 23, 2007 9:15 am

//I decided to edit this out, as it didn't reflect Sirius' opinions.

LONOmakesWAR · Post by **LONOmakesWAR** » Mon Apr 23, 2007 7:27 pm

Aris turns to Mord and is about to speak when the commotion rises up from Min's announcement. The inn is turned into a small festival and many are jumping up on stools and cheering.. if only to escape the normally dreary atmosphere.

He scans the crowd and notices a few faces are not so pleased with the announcement.

Aris returns his attention to Mord:

"What a time we chose to inhabit this place, these are dangerous times my old friend."

Aris takes a long dramatic pull from his mug of Ale, then grunts his approval as the slight burn left behind in his throat crept towards his belly.

The Explorer · Post by **The Explorer** » Tue Apr 24, 2007 1:59 am

*Mord turns back to Aris after listening to Minavus and drinking his free drink*

"It has been to long my friend and you speak the truth about the danger which is always present, can't be too careful these days. See you soon" *puts the empty mug down on the table, nods to Aris and leaves the Misty*

Grayle · Post by **Grayle** » Tue Apr 24, 2007 3:24 am

*Grayle strides through the door of the Mistyvale, his cloak billowing in the dusty wind. He and Roggins exchange nods as the Dasarian walks over near the fire, his heavy boots scraping against the wooden planks. Adjusting his scabbard, he sits heavily on a creaking chair near the hearth. A trail of blood a upon the floor marks his passing.*

Oronar · Post by **Oronar** » Tue Apr 24, 2007 4:45 am

*sweeps the floors, making sure to sweep towards the door*

Phelan Almaran · Post by **Phelan Almaran** » Wed Apr 25, 2007 4:04 am

A young man in simple clothes comes from a room upstairs and looks curiously looks at the trail of blood. Glancing over at Grayle, he shrugs slightly.

"Tough day?"

Grayle · Post by **Grayle** » Wed Apr 25, 2007 6:18 am

*Grayle looks up at Phelan then leans his sheathed weapon against the hearth. He returns his attention to unbuckling the leather straps on a vambrace. A few drops of blood trickle to the floor. Roggins sets a bowl of water, some rags and a bottle of spirits on a nearby table.*

"Had a run-in with some Cuhanna folk...seems those bastards are easily insulted."

*The man takes a needle and thread from his pouch. He sets them upon the armrest of the chair and proceeds to clean the bloody gash on his forearm.*

Rheia Althia · Post by **Rheia Althia** » Wed Apr 25, 2007 6:46 am

Maeve Eamnon glances up from her seat at a far corner in the inn, jade eyes reflecting the smoldering hearth. Her hair is starkly white, trailing down her back. She sips from a tankard, watching the inhabitants of the inn with a calm expression on her pale face. Her right hand rests on a piece of fabric that is obviously blackened and singed. She is dressed in common clothing, her silvery armour propped up behind her, dents apparent in it's glassy surface.

Maeve traces a finger along the embroidered falcon meticulously stitched into the burnt fabric. She takes note of Grayle's entrance, and glances to Néloas noticing the blood trail.

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