The Midnight Sun
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Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78 
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 9, 2016 19:02:25 GMT -8
Ellen frowned. Alan could be annoying at times, but it was a bit much to send him off to a foreign country to work for a midwife as punishment. Besides, he had a job to do. Irritating as he could be, the boy certainly could mix a fine drink.
"Well...I'm afraid I can't do that, Miss. As bothersome as Alan is, we're not going to be able to send him off to some foreign country as punishment. That's simply out of the question. Alan will be staying here on a short leash. He'll get what's coming to him, don't you fret."
From across the bar, Alan whispered something quietly to Elin. She glanced over towards Osma, and they both laughed.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 10, 2016 16:56:10 GMT -8
"Just as well. I doubt he'd be very useful after all. One must have a stomach for these things." Said the woman who nearly threw up at the thought of drinking breastmilk.
With the wave of her hand, Osma decided to trust Ellen and ordered a SIMPlE drink only after learning everything that went into making it. She moved away from the main bar to a table, determined not to have the bad Al scare her off.
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on Oct 12, 2016 12:22:56 GMT -8
The Minister of the Judiciary found himself walking inside the Midnight Sun. The announcement of war with Goraia meant that soon they would be conducting numerous investigations into allegations of spying, treason, and the like, so he was taking one last opportunity to order a drink. He walked casually up to the bar and leaned on it, waving one paw out to flag down a bartender.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 12, 2016 12:34:27 GMT -8
Osma sat alone, openly pouting and wondering why no one was asking her what was wrong. People in cities just did not care. She frowned and whimpered before taking a drink of her milk-free concoction. It wasn't wine, but it was decent. With a sigh, she allowed herself to slouched a little. That's what peasants did, after all.
This whole night was a bust. All she wanted to do was see how easy the little people had it and she got royally pranked and made fun off. Has people passed her, they began to making baby and sucking noises. She had enough. Her plan was to make a lot of noise as she stormed out of the tavern so it would teach them all lesson. But slamming down her drink made it spill out and onto her hand.
OH just great. Now she had sticky hand. This night SUCKED.
She stood up and turned to plaster her eyes to the door when IT walked in. He or she was the most corporal non-human creature Osma had ever seen. There it was, a giant fox walking to the bar and using a paw to wave over a bartender. OH CUTE.
She found herself next to him before she knew it. That fur! She had fox fur this and that back home. She didn't long to skin him and wear him as a complete outfit!!!
Maybe a little.
Mostly she just wanted to touch it.
It occurred to her that she was being weird. "Helllllooooo." She stated with a smile. "Whatever you do, don't order the Dragon's Roar."
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on Oct 12, 2016 14:26:15 GMT -8
"Er. Hello. Not in the mood to drink that heavy anyway. Can I help you?" He said rather gruffly. so much for relaxation.
His rather intimidating appearance generally tended to keep people away, particularly those who were new to the city, and he shifted slightly to reveal the Judiciary badge on his uniform. He glanced about the bar, wondering where the hell the bartenders had gotten too. The woman was staring at him in an unnerving way, and his hand rested on alongside, not far from where his hand crossbow was holstered.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 12, 2016 14:45:58 GMT -8
Osma did not know what to do next. How did one asked another if they could touch them without it sounded pervy? She smiled, knowing that it would bedazzle any viewer. In this way, she felt she bought herself time to think.
Her eyes lowered to the badge he flashed. HOT DOG, someone official. "Oh! Officer." Her hand reached out to touch the man of the law. OH! His fur was soft. It became clear rather quickly that she was not to touch. She pulled her hand back, still able to feel the fur in her palm.
What was she saying?
"See that bartender over there?" She point Allan or Allie Or Allen. The young, male bartender. " Arrest him. He is a liar and a....well, he very nearly broke some kind of heath code law."
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The Midnight Sun
Committed
Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 13, 2016 8:01:21 GMT -8
Alan was busy working with a skeletal-looking man with a grudge against his liver, so Elin walked over to take Minister Deathforge's order. She smiled at him, giving Osma Gaiman a sidelong glance and slight giggle. She'd heard Alan's story about the woman, and had thought it was hilarious. "Why, hello there, Minister! What can I get for you this evening? Something light to start?" She batted her eyelashes at him oh-so-innocently. Ministers tipped well, didn't they? |
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on Oct 13, 2016 13:06:45 GMT -8
The bartender's interruption should provide the woman with his correct title, which had not been "officer" in a long time. He snorted at her comment and pointed to whatever the strongest thing on draft was.
"Ma'am, two things. The first one is that lying is not a crime in Isra. The second is that 'nearly breaking' any code is also not a crime in Isra. Even if it were, the health code is not something that I, as the Minister of the Judiciary, would investigate. That is a matter for the Minister of Industry or Environment, and as he 'nearly broke', rather than actually breaking it, is not something they will actually investigate."
He turned his attention momentarily to the bartender to order before returning it to Osma.
"I will have whatever the season on tap beer is Elin. And tell Alan to stop messing with newcomers to the city."
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 15, 2016 6:21:33 GMT -8
Officer. Ministor of such-and-such. They were all the same to her high born self. They were all put upon the world to ensure that things got down. Things that were for the truth and the right and the justice which , as the Goddess demanded it, was for the benefit of the rich. For if the rich doth benefit, the poor shall too. What greater joy is there for the poor than to please their betters? And so in turn, it benefits the rich to guide the poor for they are aimless, stupid people in much need of guidance. That was straight from the Spiritual Guide Book of the Queendom of Gaiman.
It was Osma's spiritual duty to correct this "Minister". For his own sake.
"I don't care what you are the Minister of. That man has treated me horrible and I demand that his punishment is more severe than just telling him to stop messing with newcomers! How is this to run a business? Or a country? Or your law enforcement?!"
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The Midnight Sun
Committed
Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 15, 2016 9:29:57 GMT -8
Elin giggled again. Alan had been right, this woman was easy to set off. She looked up at the minister, smiling flirtatiously.
"Right away, Minister. I'll get you your drink in just a moment, and I'll be sure to pass on the message."
Giving one more amused glance at Osma, she bustled off to fetch Deathforge's drink. Alan was so funny sometimes. If only she'd been able to hear the whole scene play out between him and the bossy woman. Oh well, it was probably for the best. Allen yelled at her enough as it was for "laziness". Just because she flirting with the customers didn't mean she wasn't earning money! Granted, most of it was in tips rather than actual orders. Oh well.
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Emperor Yavven the 17th
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Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 23
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Physical Description: Around 5’11 tall and weighing 150 pounds, Yavven has a very lean figure. His hair is white colored as is the fur on his two cat ears. Yavven has a tail that is long and fluffy and the same color as his hair, he is generally protective of it. One eye is blue colored while the other is green, both faint colors.
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He can generally be found wearing an expensive looking cloak of white fur that features golden buttons and scrollwork up the front. It’s generally left open in the front and the hood down. Under the cloak, he wears a pair of finely made black pants and a white dress shirt. On his neck is a collar of silver that features a rather strange emblem hanging from the front. His boots are made of a durable leather and appear well worn yet in good condition.
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Registered: Sept 27, 2016 19:42:28 GMT -8
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Post by Emperor Yavven the 17th on Oct 15, 2016 10:22:34 GMT -8
After waiting around for a minute or so, Yavven realized this must be one of those establishments where the patrons went up to order food themselves. It seemed rather crude to him, but a brief look around the bar showed him that probably suited the customers here perfectly. As a betting man, he would wager good money the majority of them had never experienced proper formal dining.
Strutting up to the bar, Yavven rapped the head of his ornate cane on the bar counter to gain the attention of one of the bar workers. While waiting for a server, he sniffed the air, trying to make out what types of food and drink was available from smell alone. At least the aroma of the place was better than expected.
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The Midnight Sun
Committed
Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 15, 2016 10:30:12 GMT -8
An older bartender walked up to Yavven, puffing on a long clay pipe. He'd seen people with cat ears before, of course, but they weren't exactly common around here. Something seemed different about this one, though. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was definitely something.
"Hello there, sir. I'm Allen, one of the head bartenders here at the Midnight Sun. What can I get for you today?"
He handed the cat-eared man a menu.
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on Oct 15, 2016 12:28:17 GMT -8
"Ma'am, you may demand nothing. If you wish to attempt to press formal charges against the man, formal charges substantiated by Isran Law, you may do so. Tomorrow. My office is closed to everything but emergencies until sunup. What exactly was it that Allen supposedly did that was so horrible?"
Deathforge maintained a perfectly business-like, professional tone, in spite of the lack of shit he gave about this woman's problem. Spoiled, pretentious women like this were the bane of his job, demanding satisfaction for every perceived threat.
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Emperor Yavven the 17th
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 23
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Physical Description: Around 5’11 tall and weighing 150 pounds, Yavven has a very lean figure. His hair is white colored as is the fur on his two cat ears. Yavven has a tail that is long and fluffy and the same color as his hair, he is generally protective of it. One eye is blue colored while the other is green, both faint colors.
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He can generally be found wearing an expensive looking cloak of white fur that features golden buttons and scrollwork up the front. It’s generally left open in the front and the hood down. Under the cloak, he wears a pair of finely made black pants and a white dress shirt. On his neck is a collar of silver that features a rather strange emblem hanging from the front. His boots are made of a durable leather and appear well worn yet in good condition.
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Registered: Sept 27, 2016 19:42:28 GMT -8
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Post by Emperor Yavven the 17th on Oct 15, 2016 13:48:24 GMT -8
Yavven offers the man a slight smile as he approaches, taking the menu and glancing over it rather quickly. He raises one of his eyebrows as he reads the descriptions of the various drinks, before placing the menu back on the counter. His tail moves back and forth lazily as he fixes Allen with a curious gaze, head cocked to the side and playful on his lips.
“Well, Allen, you can help me quite easily. Like many in here, I’ve come to this bar for a drink! I see you have a number of quite interesting concoctions on your menu and am quite eager to get into them. I will start off with a Blizzard and a Dragon’s Roar! They sound like they’ll complement each other quite nicely.”
Glancing around the room, Yavven takes note of the other customers and bartenders in the room. It appeared to be fairly busy in here, a place of the common people if he had ever seen one!
“Tell me, Allen, how long has this establishment been open for? It seems to be quite the hub of activity.”
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The Midnight Sun
Committed
Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 15, 2016 14:32:33 GMT -8
As Allen fixed Yavven's drinks, he considered the odd man's question. He'd been around for a long time, longer than the bar itself. Heck, he'd been around longer than Isra had.
"Hmm...well, not as long as you might think. It's been around...oh, a couple of years. It really is a hub, though. It seems as though everyone who comes through Isra eventually ends up in here. We get all sorts of folk."
Finishing up the drinks, he placed them both in front of Yavven.
"Here you go, sir. One Blizzard, and one Dragon's Roar. Enjoy! Be careful, the Dragon's Roar is spicy."
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Oct 15, 2016 14:45:43 GMT -8
The beautiful Skarlet was working her shift again, waiting on tables and greeting guests. Today she wore a yellow uniform with black ears and leggings.
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Emperor Yavven the 17th
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: 23
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
Physical Description: Around 5’11 tall and weighing 150 pounds, Yavven has a very lean figure. His hair is white colored as is the fur on his two cat ears. Yavven has a tail that is long and fluffy and the same color as his hair, he is generally protective of it. One eye is blue colored while the other is green, both faint colors.
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Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
He can generally be found wearing an expensive looking cloak of white fur that features golden buttons and scrollwork up the front. It’s generally left open in the front and the hood down. Under the cloak, he wears a pair of finely made black pants and a white dress shirt. On his neck is a collar of silver that features a rather strange emblem hanging from the front. His boots are made of a durable leather and appear well worn yet in good condition.
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Registered: Sept 27, 2016 19:42:28 GMT -8
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Post by Emperor Yavven the 17th on Oct 16, 2016 8:37:15 GMT -8
The age of the bar did surprise Yavven somewhat. He had been under the impression it took these types of bars a long time to build up popularity and become this well known, it seemed that wasn’t the case with this one. Scratching one of his ears, Yavven surveyed the bar once more, mostly paying attention to the patrons.
“I can certainly see you get all types. It’s rather… Diverse in here. These drinks you made do look quite interesting, I’ll have to try them now!”
Reaching out, Yavven picks up the Dragon’s Roar, raising it to his nose and sniffing at it. It did smell quite spicy. Without further ado, he inhaled half the glass of Dragon’s Fire, letting out a slight gasp as he finished and placed the half drunk glass on the table. The drink managed to bring a bit of color to Yavven’s pale face.
“Mmm, it certainly lives up to the description. This is quite an intense drink. I like it very much!”
Raising the glass once more, Yavven finishes off the rest of the Dragon’s Roar, setting the glass down on the table with a satisfied sigh, he turns to Allen.
“If I might ask, who owns the Midnight Sun?”
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The Midnight Sun
Committed
Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:24:45 GMT -8
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 16, 2016 8:50:00 GMT -8
Allen's eyes widened slightly. He'd never seen anyone drink a Dragon's Roar so easily. What sort of being was this man? He took the empty glass away, polishing it carefully as he considered Yavven's question.
"I'm glad you like it, sir. The Midnight Sun is owned by High Lady Naoki herself, although most of the operations are handled by a man called Calico Swartz. He's a nice enough fellow, I suppose. Cares about his workers. Why do you ask?"
He dried off the mug and put it back on the shelf, sparkling clean.
"Would you like another Dragon's Roar?"
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 17, 2016 19:17:16 GMT -8
The only thing worse than not getting justice was having to spell out why she wanted the justice. She had clearly bothered this horrible law man who had no interest whatsoever in real people's problems and likely no work ethic.
The worse kind of peasant was a lazy one.
He was likely drinking on the job, regardless of this closed office business he was talking about. Osma had never gone anyway that was closed. Up at 3am and wanting to visit the dress makers, then they were opened by the guards at 3:10am and ready to go for her arrival. Osma had never been told any of this by her parents, who saw that she got what she wanted when she wanted it after she learned to cry and scream and throw herself on the ground with pounding fists and toes when she was but 1 years old.
"HUMPH!" She replied. "I am not at all surprised that the serve here is equal to the quality of the law enforce. GOOD BYE. I shall leave this horrible Isra at once!" Or wherever she was. She turned, purposing flicking her hair to whip at any shoulder of face it could touch and began to storm away. Under the same snootiness, she turned back around. "Which portal do I take to get back to Aozora?"
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on Oct 18, 2016 3:01:54 GMT -8
Deathforge roared out laughter at the woman's attitude. Newly arrived nobles were simultaneously his favorite and least favorite people to deal with, depending on his mood and their persistence.
"Portal? I don't think so. It's a long walk back to Aozora unless you have the ability to to teleport yourself."
This woman was still one of the more entitled nobles he had met, and he had once had the displeasure of interacting with Lord Crovan's sister.
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