Venland
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Roleplay posts: 19 
Registered: Jun 21, 2017 19:10:02 GMT -8
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Post by Venland on Jul 18, 2017 18:54:30 GMT -8
 Perhaps the most successful tavern in Virheim as well as the oldest, it is the first such hall of a few within the ciy that sailors and travelers will encounter. It has a boisterous atmosphere, and tends to be crowded, while also known for getting quite rowdy. It offers an assortment of rooms in its basement for those who need accomodations. The Tavern is kept by Broki Brahson whose family has owned the mead-hall for 12 generations. It in turn has a certain cultural significance to natives of the community serving as a familiar and recognizable land-mark of the city and known to travelers the world over. The Brahson clan are not faint of heart either, and the Brahson family serve not only as staff but also as security for when things rarely get a bit too far out of hand. It is worth noting that whoever inherits the hall after its current keeper, symbolically adopts the name "Broki" more as a moniker. The patriarch of the family Saint-Broki was said to be generous and brave, and died fighting off forgotten enemies in a minor invasion during the countries dark-ages. It offers the following services: Cheap Inn-Room: (Petty Price)-(Accomodations) It also sells the following items. Snow-Shrooms: (Reasonable Price) Mood-Leaf: (Minor Price) Tobacco: (Petty Price) Norlandic Beer: (Petty Price) Norlandic Ale: (Minor Price) Norlandic Cider: (Minor Price) Norlandic Mead: (Reasonable Price) Norlandic War-Mead: (Expensive Price)Dwarven-Cider: (Reasonable-Price) Dwarven-Beer: (Petty Price) Dwarven-Ale: (Minor Price) Dwarven-Mead: (Expensive Price) Aelven-Wine: (Expensive-Price) Aelven-Mead: (Expensive-Price) Imported-Alchohol: (Expensive Price) Water: (Petty Price) Milk:(Expensive-Price) Berry-Juice: (Reasonable-Price) Fish-Platter: (Reasonable Price) Fish-Stew: (Petty Price) Fish-Sandwhich: (Minor Price) Boar-Ham Sandwhich: (Minor Price) Boar-Leg: (Reasonable Price) Mutton: (Minor Price) Diced-Potatos: (Petty Price) Meal-Platter: (Reasonable Price) Pretzels: (Minor Price) Bread-Loaf: (Petty Price) Cheese-Wedge: (Reasonable-Price) |
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Sasha Pierce
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Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61 
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on Jul 18, 2017 20:04:50 GMT -8
The cold outside had managed to nip at the tip of her nose, her ears and her cheeks, so when Sasha stepped into the mead-hall, she was pleased to find it warm -- warm enough that she tugged at the belt around her waist and let her jacket fall open for a moment.
Her Rondi rapier was at her hip, a dagger hidden somewhere between the slender length of her hip and her ankle, but her true weapon was the smile on her face. Much broader than the subtle one she'd worn outside, as she made her way to the counter, she leaned over to the bartender.
"I am looking for Vanilde," she said to him, raising her voice if there was a din in the meadhall.
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Venland
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Roleplay posts: 19
Registered: Jun 21, 2017 19:10:02 GMT -8
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Post by Venland on Jul 18, 2017 20:12:23 GMT -8
Sasha Pierce found the mead-hall fairly active, somewhat boisterous but not too crazy today. Broki Brah'son was a tall stocky man. He had a shaved head, and a red beard with a single short braid going down. His family crest was tattooed along the sides of his head in blue ink. He was a man in his middling 40's and had a pot belly, but fists like hamhawks and knotted arms. "Oh she's been waiting for you..." he said in his thick northern accent. "She doesn't like the atmosphere... You'll see why when you see her, she's in the basement in the 3rd room down. Knock on the door, and tell her 'mistletoe'." he told her and went back to cleaning his glass looking at a couple of men arm-wrestling with some vague interest.
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on Jul 18, 2017 20:22:50 GMT -8
Sasha's smile stiffened a little at the news that she'd be going down into a creepy dark basement. "Wonderful," she said and moved away from the bar and toward the door that led down into the cellar/basement.
Mistletoe? What did that have to do with anything?
As she moved down, her keen eyes took in the details; and most importantly, exit routes and anything that might seem that it'd help her... or hinder her. When she got the door, she knocked, and waited to hear a voice before she'd speak the word;
"Mistletoe."
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Venland
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Roleplay posts: 19
Registered: Jun 21, 2017 19:10:02 GMT -8
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Post by Venland on Jul 18, 2017 21:13:29 GMT -8
She would find the basement not all that bad. It was well lit, and warm. Various torches adorned the walls, as well as bear, wolf, and panther-skin rugs which adorned the walls and the floors between those torches. The raucous noise of the crowd upstairs becoming a muffled hum. Her shoes would probably not even have that "clicky" sound due to the rugs under her feet, which would stop any unsettling echos. The hallway itself was fairly long and about Eight doors adorned the way down.
She made her way towards the room, and knocked. "Who is there?" the voice was quiet and almost lilting. It was also more proper in its syntax than a typical northerner as well. When answered with the pass-word the door was unlatched and before her stood a hooded female, garbed in dark green. She was slender and tall, and her eyes were a brilliant green. Her features were angular not in such a way to make her ugly or as a "caricature" but simply seemed a bit "different" than what one might expect from any human save those with only the most "aquiline" and "aristocratic" of features. Indeed there was someting more "wispy" about her, like a slender tree given life. She regarded Sasha cooly, and bade her inside with a gesture of her lanky arm and delicate hand.
"I appreciate the distance you traversed to get here. May I see it?" she asked. Her voice was like a gentle melody, the language of the Aelves having a contrast with the harsher tongues of the north, with its smooth and subtle flowing nature. The "It" she was referring to was an item she had comissioned someone to find. An Aelvish-Artifact that had been lost and spirited out of the realm long ago. She had only trusted someone else to do it, because the artifact itself was obscure, and only the Aelves would know its true nature, so in other words, there was no profit to be had unless it was through the Fae-Folk.
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on Jul 20, 2017 7:39:51 GMT -8
Both of Sasha's dark brows raised when the door opened and she saw an almost ethereal woman, all willowy lines and gentle grace open the door. The adventurera stepped inside, her enchanted books as quiet as any other pair of boots, regardless of the tall heels she wore to accent her already lithe height.
Vanilde was not what Sasha expected, and Sasha's quick mine quickly tried to trace and tumble and come up with answers to questions she couldn't yet speak, trying to connect the dots based on what she had seen, what she had done, what she had heard -- heck, even what she smelled -- which was almost the floral woodsy-ness of creatures Sasha didn't even know still existed.
"It was a long distance," Sasha said, setting her bag down by her feet. Given Vanilde appeared much more... spritely... than Sasha would have guessed, the adventurer wanted to be unhindered in case things became physical. "You may, as soon as I see my payment as well," Sasha said, not trying to be rude but... business was business, regardless of the Aelf.
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Venland
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Roleplay posts: 19
Registered: Jun 21, 2017 19:10:02 GMT -8
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Post by Venland on Aug 4, 2017 15:29:34 GMT -8
(Sorry for delay.)
The Aelf tilted her head regarding the woman. Humans, always concerned with materialism, but it was fair, and she had come a long way to do this job for her. She had given her a fragment of her peoples history back. The Aelf moved her hand subtly and handed her a bag. Once it was opened Sasha would find a handfull of Emeralds, several Pearls, and a few orbs of Silver. The value was probably enough for her to buy a small to reasonably large property. Apparently whatever she had given the Aelf was extremely valuable to her apparently.
The Aelf then looked at her expectantly with eyes eerily similar to the green gems she had paid her with. In those eyes there was something a bit inhuman, and there was also suspicion. Distrust. The Aelf had been betrayed before by humans, they were treacherous but not all of them were. However this had been a shady endeavor, and she wondered if the woman would produce the artifact.
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on Aug 4, 2017 20:56:32 GMT -8
Sasha stepped forward and took the bag from the Aelf, the Rondi woman's gaze flickering over the Aelf's face. Testing the weight, the adventurer turned and set the bag on a nearby table. Glancing back at the aelf one last time, she swiped her hand over it and mentioned an arcane rune. It glowed in the air, then disappeared.
It meant that everything within the bag was real. "Mm," Sasha said, then reached into her own gear and pulled out a small velvet bag. The thing she'd been tasked to get was inside, and she tossed it with casual grace toward the woman. "Just like I found it," Sasha said to the woman, pulling her thick black braid over her shoulder so the silver streak in her hair could be more easily noticed.
She picked up the bag and tied it to her belt, but paused before leaving. "What did I just hand you?" Sasha asked against her better judgement.
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Venland
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Roleplay posts: 19
Registered: Jun 21, 2017 19:10:02 GMT -8
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Post by Venland on Aug 4, 2017 22:40:09 GMT -8
The Aelf quirked a slender brow at the arcane rune, with an eye that might have been surprised or critical. The Fey were both haughty and mercurial and Vanilde was no exception. After Sasha asked her question, she regarded woman cooly behind her Emerald stare. "Thank you and goodbye Miss Pierce..." she said gently shutting the door, and clicking the lock. Sasha seemed free of her errand and significantly more wealthy than when she had gotten here. If she was having a crisis of concience now about what she may or may not have handed the Aelf it was a bit late, because if the Aelves of Venland could do one thing it was keep a secret.
She had the option of going upstairs, or perhaps a more ill-conceived notion of pressing her luck if she was truly worried. She would see a man walking down the stairs of the basement towards a room, along with a woman. "I heard that someone saw a Jotun in the Rhineburghs down in Midland..." the young lady said. "And a dragon." she followed up. Her companion gave off a boisterous chuckle. "Thats a load of garbage, there hasn't been a Jotun seen in centuries, and dragons havent been this far north in ages." the woman huffed a bit as if slightly offended at his dismissiveness. "Theres been other rumors too, some mad-men have been said to be lurking around Ostireif... And-" " Dont worry even if they were real, I would protect you..." he said smirking and cutting her off by pinching her behind as she let out a surprised gasped and slapped him hard across the face. He grinned after the echoing silence which followed the sharp sound, and she then smiled back and the happy couple continued towards their room.
So she could head upstairs, or press her luck with the Aelf, or anything else that occurred to her. If she was one for rumors however what the woman said might hold importance.
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on Aug 6, 2017 10:55:56 GMT -8
Sasha blinked at the door that was shut quietly but succintly in her face. Well then. The brunette took a step back and turned, only to see the couple coming down the stairs.
She picked up on the rumors, but usually wasn't the adventuresome sort... In so much that she did better with people than she did with monsters, Giants and dragons.
The leggy brunette made her way upstairs, ruminating on what she had learned and what she had seen. Vanilde's presence still echoed in her mind, and made Sasha want to linger.
She made her way to the bar once more, idly debating within her mind if it was worth it to, perhaps, go a bit out of her comfort zone and look into the jotun. She'd never seen or heard of one before.
Sitting at the counter, she waited until she could get the bartender's attention and flashed a charming smile. "I could go for a tankard," she said, "and maybe a little information? Where is Ost... Ostiri...?" She laughed gently at herself. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the pronunciation of the language..."
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Venland
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Roleplay posts: 19
Registered: Jun 21, 2017 19:10:02 GMT -8
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Post by Venland on Aug 7, 2017 13:31:28 GMT -8
One of Broki's sons, Admir eyed her with a rather stony but somewhat thoughtful expression. "What kind Maam?" he asked, and she would notice his voice was a bit higher than what she might have expected from the tall lanky man, with a long broad goatee and shaved head. It might have been oddly comical. "I will say that most foreigners find the local brews to be a bit strong both in taste and in effect." he said idly as he finished cleaning the glass and handed it to her spotless after the meticulous wash-down.
"Osti...Ostireiff?" he asked, pronouncing it 'Osteer-Riff". "It is the closest neighbor to the province of Virengard which is where you are now... Its south-west about about three weeks journey by foot, one by horse, and a few days by boat... The quickest way anywhere in Venland is by fjord maam." he was quite helpful despite his somewhat intimidating expression and looks. "I would recommend going by fjord, its a bit more expensive but the rumors going around now say that things have been a bit strange in the wilderness between cities..." he continued idly. "So what will you have?"
Far off the side, there was a corner where the locals were more rowdy. They apparently had gotten into it with a group of travelers that was equal to the group in measure, about 3 to 3. It was impossible to make out the reason, but the Norlander took a swing at one of the men, sending him sprawling and there was a fight going on. The eery thing was, it did not seem to spread out like in most bar-room brawls, the people sort of just got a bit more distance between them. They continued going about their buisness leaving it to the men to sort out their own differences. It was almost surreal as people spoke, occasionally the sound of a broken chair, or a gutteral yell was heard over the din of conversation.
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Sasha Pierce
Committed
Traveling
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 30 years old
Physical Description: Sasha is tall and very toned, yet excellent genes gave her some supple curves. She has olive-toned skin, hinting at Rondi heritage, light brown eyes, and long, black hair that already has a few streaks of silver in it.
Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/jAupKNBr.jpg
and a pack of tools of her trade.
Registered: May 10, 2017 20:13:40 GMT -8
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Post by Sasha Pierce on Aug 10, 2017 7:48:03 GMT -8
She paid attention to the lanky man before her, her Rondi eyes -- dark, framed in thick lashes -- watched his face as he spoke, casually offering up information to the foreign woman sitting at his bar.
Sasha said nothing while he explained the traveling situation, his drop off information about the wilds so far lining up with what she'd heard down below.
The ruckus behind her had her turning her head for a moment to watch the brawl. No one seemed to want to stop it, and she herself wasn't about to step in. The adventuress turned back to the barkeep.
"Perhaps just milk then, if you have it. I'm a sorry excuse for a drinker, even when not in Venland," she said with an easy smile, making fun of herself in a way meant to be charming still. "What sort of things have been in the wild?" She asked him. "You mentioned some disturbances on the roads to Ostirief," she reminded him, speaking over the din of the brawl behind her.
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Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 25
Physical Description: Riley Fletcher is a red-haired human standing 6 feet in height, with the body of a trained soldier. His hair has been described as "red and floppy" and his clothes always seem to be their cleanest. Cheesecake is a fairy standing 6 inches in height, wearing a pink skirt. She has short blonde hair with a tiny cowlick that never seems to go away no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Riley's normal attire includes his red armor and green-tinted plate pieces and his green scythe with an amber blade. The scythe was a gift from the archfey themselves. Riley will be the first to admit a scythe isn't actually a viable weapon but the archfey, living in another plane of existence and having no idea what humans consider weapons, gifted him one thinking that because "it's super awesome-looking" it must be a proper weapon.
He keeps a longsword and shield as a backup for when the archfey are proven wrong. Along with his weapon, Riley carries with him standard adventuring gear as well as healing potions for when they're traveling. Cheesecake's small size means she's not able to carry much more than her rapier (essentially a metal toothpick).
Registered: Aug 23, 2017 9:00:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake on Sept 1, 2017 10:17:56 GMT -8
The mead hall's doors opened again as a man with red, floppy hair entered in from the cold outside. His body wrapped in warm cloth, he eventually made his way to one of the empty tables and sat down. His entrance most likely brought no attention, to anyone paying attention he was just a normal person looking for a drink. What would be unusual would be what happened next.
As he sat down, a tiny girl, barely 6 inches in height, poked her head out from the man's clothing and chirped. She looked around before jumping free and landing on the table with a tucked roll, eventually coming to a halt in a sitting position. Her insect wings fluttered a little and she stretched out to relax. The man smiled and petted the girl's blonde hair, causing her to purr like a guinea pig.
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