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Post by Akkarin on May 14, 2006 23:31:01 GMT
The Raven's eye is a middle house for travellers and adventurers alike to rest their weary feet from the hideous turmoil that they often go through in their daily routine of endless miles. Past the dark and cumbersome oak doors stands a typical tavern of the times. Its wooden floor is aged and dusty, numerous stains from alcohol, vomit and even blood marks the floor, each stain could tell a story of past clients nights out in the Raven's eye. The tables are plain at best, there condition could be better most are chipped and warn from the drunken abuse they take daily, some even wear large cracks from fights that have broken out inside the establishment.
The Bar is a large stone structure, the stone itself looks lavish compared to the wood but should you ask the Dwavern bartender Rembley, he would tell you its nothing but basic stone he made into the bar and covered with an oak surface to stop it from being damaged nightly. There is a large open hearth that can fill the tavern with plenty of warmth even on a cold winters night, many tales have been told around that hearth, some of galantry and some of deeds evil but the flames of that fire gave each story an atmosphere keeping the bards worm as they wove their tales.
The Raven's eye is a friendly place so long as you keep your weapon sheathed and your mouth firmly shut should you use either when they arent welcome, the guardian of the tavern will intercept you and "escort" you from the premises in a humiliating fashion. The Guardian being a Golem made entirly of stone, its not known how Rembley came to aquire the hulking golem but all thats needed to be known is that he has one.
Rules
1/ Fighting isnt done here, you can make challenges if you wish but take your fight to somewhere else.
2/ Roleplay Rembley for your drinks only or chitter chatter, dont use him for anything else.
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Post by Widdershins on May 19, 2006 10:48:15 GMT
Widdershins stepped inside the Raven's Eye with as much interest as she had in every other place she'd been to. In other words, a quick sweep of her eye, a mental evaluation, and the calculation of what her best move would be, which could have meant walking out the door she just came through, or moving further inside. She had no time for sensing moods and making decisions like whether or not it was safe; if she needed to, she could defend herself enough with magic, and that was all she needed. All she cared about at the moment was that she was tired enough not to care. Eliana searched the room once more with her gaze, trying to figure out where to go and what to do.
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Post by Akkarin on May 19, 2006 13:58:18 GMT
The Drow sulinrul was already in the ravens eye tavern, and so was his mark, his employer had given him plenty of coin to deal with this adulterer, for many moons the man had been taking a position in his creditors wifes bed, it wasnt long before he was found out, and now he would pay the ultimate price for his own transgressions. Sulinrul's eyes had changed to the normal spectrum and didnt give away his dark heritage from under his cloak, his green eyes looking at his mark only and possible paths that would give him the best way to stick a dagger between the bones of his spine. On surveying the path ways Sulinrul found a past aquaintance, one that he didnt particually want to see ever again after thier last parting, after that fateful trip to Menzoberranzan, somehow she survived. A point that only enraged the drow even more, he decided quietly that his mark could wait.
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Post by Widdershins on May 19, 2006 14:07:03 GMT
Something stirred in the back of Eliana's mind, and she realized that the dull drone was some sort of dialogue being relived in her head. It startled her to realize where it had come from, and even more of why she remembered it now all of a sudden. But then it clicked - that figure in the corner... something about... No... she thought, disbelieving. Nevertheless, the corners of her mouth twitched in the beginning of a rather wicked smile. There wasn't any memory that she could think of, that she enjoyed remembering more than seeing L'Sulinrul suffer under her hands, especially after the manner in which he dragged her to Menzoberranzan, but mostly because of what she had to suffer through there in her struggle for survival. Although, she admitted to herself, that she'd learned to respect the female Drows, and somehow the way they dealt with and thought about the males stuck on her. Without realizing it, L'Sulinrul had given her a chance to become stronger than ever before. And a tad bit more cruel... she thought, toying with the idea of approaching him just to see his reaction. Her smile turned unpleasant and foreboding.
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Post by Akkarin on May 19, 2006 14:21:02 GMT
Out of the corner of his eyes, Sulinrul had noted that the mage had recognised him, it was an unpleasent feeling, she had been dragged through the trials of Menzoberranzan and had learnt the ways of the drow, spotting one now apparently didnt appear to hard for her anymore. He had given her a great advantage in life, and himself a detriment, she was supposed to die on that journey however she prevailed in strength over the prietesses and somehow Sulinrul couldnt help but hate the female more. He was tempted to drop his cloak and to put the fear of gods into the men and women in the tavern, doing so would have them scatter outside, from then Sulinrul could use the ensuing chaos to escape her.
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Post by Widdershins on May 19, 2006 14:28:07 GMT
Eliana looked away from the Drow, but by far didn't forget his presence. Let him think I've forgotten about him. So instead of openly confronting an old friend, she sat down in an equally secluded and empty chair, and set to massaging her aching feet, but keeping the door well in sight so that in case Sulinrul would decide to leave, she could cause him a rather nasty surprise. The thought entertained her so much that she'd stopped moving her fingers, but as she realized that the pain wasn't leaving, she irritatedly put her foot down and did a quick healing on it. She'd learned so much more about magic as well on that fateful trip, mostly because she was so angry most of the time that it made it possible for her to find the path to using negative energy as well as positive -even interwoven- for any purpose that she did so desire.
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Post by Akkarin on May 19, 2006 14:33:27 GMT
It appeared Sulinrul had the advantage at the minute now, she wasnt paying attention to him and most deadly mistake, as she rubbed her feet Sulrinul was on his own and already behind her, stood next to a group of people he didnt know, he could tell from her position that she wouldnt be able to see him clearly at all, she would have to look through the throng of patrons, she may catch a glimpse of his black travellers cloak but then again so many of the patrons wore one it wasnt enough of a clue to pin point the drow. Yes it appeared the woman hadnt learnt very much from this expedition at all, Sulinrul began to enjoy this little game very much, he pondered about sticking a quarrel in the back of her neck with his tiny crossbow, from he could achieve that and could be out of the door before anyone knew she was dead. But that would be too easy after all
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Post by Widdershins on May 19, 2006 14:40:36 GMT
Eliana suddenly became aware of movement from where Sulinrul had been sitting, and still sensed something, now in a group. Eliana smiled internally. The fool. He thought that he could get away so easily. She had learned how to play this game quite well, and she knew almost exactly what he most likely would be thinking now, besides, once she had spotted him, there was no way that she would simply let him get away. It would be too easy. Without any effort at all, and without anyone noticing what was happening, she wove a wall out of air, and made it so that all could pass through it safely, unless they were Drow. Eliana pondered on laughing in delight. It would be so enjoyable to see him try to get out now! He'd be left there, seemingly pushing nothing. Eliana had learned how to hide her weaves - weaving had always been a talent of hers - and how to hide their knots, so that only she could undo them. She didn't bother to hold the thread, so she just tied it and left it there. Quietly she reached into her pocket and started playing with a small amulet - one that would warn her the minute some sort of threat was evident, and from then on she could figure out what to do next.
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Post by Akkarin on May 19, 2006 14:45:50 GMT
As an Elf Sulinrul could feel magical eminations and now he could feel the Mage was doing something, perhaps a charm to detect him, he thought it a smart move but now Sulinrul at least knew she noticed he had moved if not gone. he couldnt see anything visible manifest itself in the building, so he assumed she had placed a charm of detection upon herself, he stepped backwards towards the door to see if she would turn around and chase him, however she did not. But Sulinrul could feel more energies coming from the door, the mage had done something here, perhaps a glyph of warding, Sulinrul had encountered many of the spells and didnt wish to be on the recieveing end of the explosion. No, he would wait and see, his tiny crossbow quarrel ready
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Post by Widdershins on May 19, 2006 14:53:56 GMT
Eliana sighed. Nothing was happening yet. She slid her amulet back to the depths of her pocket - she would feel its eminations the moment something threatening would happen anyway - and looked around, spotting the Drow again. Hmm, what to do, where to start... she admitted that the desire to see him in a vulnerable position was still alive within her - more than a little - but truth be told she was curious about him. What had happened in Menzoberranzan was something she doubted he had forgotten - at least she hadn't - and she felt that it had made more of an impression on him than it had on her. It had given her strength, but she still didn't know what it had done to him. Her eyes flashed dangerously as she kept her gaze on him, but the small smile that touched her face was of a different kind. She let him decide what it meant.
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Post by Akkarin on May 19, 2006 14:59:07 GMT
Sulinrul wasnt impressed, he noted the fact that she was looking directly at him, she knew where he was and that was never a good thing for the drow Assassin,it seemed he had been bested at Stealth but something he wouldnt not be beaten on was battle prowess, he knew his blades could end her life right here and now should he so feel the whim to end her life where she sat, however he merely pulled the cowl of his hood back slowly and flashed a menacing, unnerving grin back at widdershins replacing his hood before anyone noticed his ebon skin
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Post by Widdershins on May 19, 2006 15:08:05 GMT
Eliana tilted her head slightly to the side, smile widening. She knew his skills with his blades, and knew that he could probably defeat her if she herself tried to fight him in that manner. That was the near-fatal mistake she had made the first time she'd met him. What he didn't know however, was how well she could deal with him with her magic. No sword could defeat her anymore, she knew, as long as she didn't lean on her dueling skills with them. So she leaned back slightly, raising an eyebrow with a cheery smile on her face. This would be very entertaining indeed.
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Post by Akkarin on May 19, 2006 15:14:03 GMT
[OOC: Erm how come your replying to everything im thinking about....There was no way you could think about how i could beat you with a sword then you use magic...None at al.
IC: It had come to a point now where Sulinrul was tired of lightfooting about, he grabbed the hilt of his blades and proceeded towards Widdershins, others in the tavern tried to stop him only for them to be knocked away and so too the cowel of his hood, revealing his Drow heritage, he patron began to scream in terror. It was at that point that The golem came bursting through the door aiming straight for the Drow.
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Post by Widdershins on May 19, 2006 15:22:59 GMT
[OOC: it can be, my Drow, that I happen to know you well enough after our little trip how your mind works. That's the point Otherwise I wouldn't know anything about what yer thinking... but if you like I can change it. =P] IC: Eliana cursed under her breath at the sight of the golem, and stood quickly. "The Drow is mine!" she said coldly. She ignored the startled and frightened people and pushed forward, thinking hard on what to weave. On second thought, the Drow could take care of himself... after all, he was a Drow assassin. Perhaps she should just let the events unfold.
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Post by Akkarin on May 20, 2006 17:51:46 GMT
The golem was large and cumbersome but the drow hadnt expected it, after all it was his first time here, the large and rocky fist of the golem took hold of Sulinrul and began to crush the life out of him, its voice boomed through the tavern. No fight, little elf As Sulinrul was tossed out of the tavern, he landed without dignity and watched the Golem walk back into the side room where it had come bursting from, a globe of darkness later and the drow was Gone
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