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Post by Morhir Orthuin on Jan 23, 2006 1:10:55 GMT -5
The Tavern at Rivvil [/b][/u]  Even the dark lord of Rivvil likes the occasional break from his devious planning, and what better place to while away the time between dastardly schemes than a tavern. This one is constructed in the out of doors, built to be little more than a platform upon which wizards may sit and enjoy a beverage while they watch over the various goings on around them, or perhaps while they gaze at the most beautiful mountain range nearby that lies covered beneath a blanket of ancient trees.
There are various table set upon this mahogany terrace and a bar as well at which patrons may sit, and behind the bar a rather friendly old wizard who informs you that anything you may want to drink is availabe to you. Magic is good for many things, after all.[/center] Rules[/u] ~ Be polite and respectful. You may partake in IC brawls and so forth but please make sure the other party agrees before you attak them. *g* ~ Please stay IC (In-Character) at all times. If there is need for an OOC (Out-of-Character) message, please label it as such. ~ As always, no spam. ~ Have fun![/size][/color] |
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Post by Ainu Melko on Jan 24, 2006 19:34:01 GMT -5
Lord Melko made his way to the Tavern at Rivvil. He was dressed in his black dress boots, black dress pants, a burgundy dress shirt, and a black cloak trimmed in burgundy. He was riding his black steed, Zothar. He rode up to the Tavern and quickly dismounted. He threw back the hood of his cloak, only to reveal his deformed face and long black matted hair. He walked through the door, and much to his suprise there was no one there but an old wizard. Lord Melko made his way to the bar and sat down, attempting to ascertain what it was he wanted to drink.
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Post by Morhir Orthuin on Jan 24, 2006 20:03:35 GMT -5
The day is bright. The sky cloudless and blue with a pleasant breeze rustling through the trees...A dreadful day, as far as Morhir is concerned. It isn't as though he doesn't enjoy a nice day once, oh say every couple of years, but he does much prefer the crack of thunder and the pounding of a relentless rain. He'll do without the rain for today, as he plans to have a drink at the tavern, but standing atop his tower he will no longer tolerate this serene day. His booming voice rings out in a tongue more ancient, at least he presumes, than any who can hear it and slowly the clouds begin to build. Black as pitch and massive they are, lightening crackling within them as they close together to block out the suns rays almost to the point that one would be sure it is a moonless night, though he is not yet so powerful that he can make it so.
Satisfied, Morhir descends from the lofty heights to the floor of his kingdom, slow and methodical steps carrying him from his tower toward the tavern which he sets foot upon a short time later. Surprised is he to find Lord Melko is already there but glas as well, and his cracked lips form into a smile as he makes his way over to join his comrade in evil. "Hail, Melko of Dwarvnic. Rivvil bids you welcome. I trust your journey was without trouble, and that you will not mind the company of an old mage while you drink?" Grinning he takes a seat, dropping the cowl of his black cloak to reveal his own slightly twisted visage before leaning his staff against the bar beside him, and ordering a glass of whiskey.
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Post by Ainu Melko on Jan 25, 2006 23:32:39 GMT -5
Melko sat at the bar, still going over in his mind what it was he wanted to drink, when he was approached by a wizard of a shared demeanor. The minion looked him over, and knew that they would allies. "Hail to thou as well. Indeed my journey was without trouble, but I did not expect any." Melko said with a devilish grin. "Aye, indeed I would not mind the company of an old mage. Mayhap we could share a spell or two." He said as he ordered a glass of whiskey as well.
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Tahoi
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Post by Tahoi on Jan 26, 2006 4:45:06 GMT -5
NPC Rhea
She had been wandering for some time now, for many weeks, with no sign of any life. Thoughts had gone through her mind that perhaps she was now alone in the world, but then she saw an outdoor tavern. Two figures were there. The seven year old human looked on for a little while, hidden by the trees that grew so thickly. Her black wolf stood silently beside her, her silent companion.
Pushing her black curls tightly under her hood, she pulled her black cloak tightly around her. Making sure that her face was hidden, she stepped out from around her hiding place, slowly approaching the two people at the bar. The wolf remained where it was, ready to defend if the need arised.
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Post by Morhir Orthuin on Jan 27, 2006 19:35:57 GMT -5
The mage's beverage arrives as he listens to Melko's words, a chuckle escaping his lips a moment before he drinks upon hearing the lord of minions state that he expected no problems. Indeed it seems they are very much alike in mind and that does not surprise Morhir. He has heard word of this being nad his way of ruling and has always thought the two of them similar in that respect, even if he is a bit more light-handed in dealing with problems than Melko is said to be. The comment about sharing spells has him grinning, another sip taken before he glances over at his companion. "Ah, but you know we high mages do not share our secrets lightly. A little more of this firewater though and who's to say what might happen?" He chuckles, visions of the two of them destroying whole forests dancing through his head until a noise behind him, or perhaps his sensing of another's aura claims his full attention.
With smoothness and quickness that is startling for one his age he rises and sweeps around, taking his staff in hand and pointing its deadly head toward the one who approches only to find that it is a young girl. Needless to say his staff is raised at once away from the girl, and as the fire dies from his eyes he kneels down, peering intently at the young one. "This is no place for one your age my dear. Pray tell what has brought you here all alone?"
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Post by Ainu Melko on Jan 27, 2006 20:14:08 GMT -5
Melko sat at the bar, and gladly accepted his glass of whiskey. It had been quite sometime since he had last had any, for it was not easy to come by in Lloth unless a nearby village had been pillaged. He listened as the old mage began to speak once again, and began to realise how much they were alike. When his comrade had finished speaking, Melko turned up his whiskey and ordered another before beginning to speak.
"Indeed I do know that mages do not easily reveal their secrets, nor does one such as I. Maybe once we make an ally, we will trust the other a bit more." Melko said with a wink and a chuckle. "I would have to agree with you in regards to the 'firewater'." Melko said as he noticed the mage jump to his feet. He then jumped to his own feet and quickly drew his scimitar. "I should like to know the same myself." Melko said as he noticed the wolf beside her.
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