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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2015 17:08:18 GMT -8
When he heard the door open Gabriel instantly shouted, "Bar is closed!" Though when he realized it was a foreigner he changed his attitude a bit. With a sigh gabriel spoke, "Come on in. All I'm serving are foreigners this evening."
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Michael Zeliph
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Oct 1, 2015 17:23:14 GMT -8
He closed the door behind him gently, not wanting to make a noise.
"Oh? Is is with what just happened?"
He walked over to the bar and took a seat.
"So..What exactly just happened..If you don't mind me asking of course."
He rested his arms on the table.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2015 18:09:34 GMT -8
"An Aaedanian attacked a foreigner in my place of business. I won't have any of that."
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Michael Zeliph
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Oct 1, 2015 18:42:21 GMT -8
He shook his head a bit, tutting a bit.
"That is unreasonable and uncalled for, I am sure."
He was about to continue when his stomach growled loudly in protest of continuing the conversation at the moment. He chuckled a bit and rubbed his head sheepishly.
"Sorry...what do you have to eat and drink? I am famished."
He smiled a bit.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2015 9:00:13 GMT -8
Gabriel realized that all the tavern food would go bad with no one to eat it. "Oh yeah... I think I can accomadate." Gabriel went into the kitchen and after some time started walking back and forth from the kitchen to the bar. Each trip he produced a wondrous feast. Several chickens, boar roasts, and venesion, all roasted rotisserie style with herbs local to Aaedan. Roast vegetables; carrots, potatoes, cabbage, onions, leeks, and mushrooms. "It'll all go bad. Might as well dig in."
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Michael Zeliph
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Oct 2, 2015 10:38:42 GMT -8
His eyes went wide for moment, looking at the feast the man was bringing in to the him and the other people in here.
"We...well then. Are you sure you want to make feast? I am sure it wouldn't spoil that quickly...besides cover it in salt. It should preserve better that way."
He said to him, just before his stomach growled a bit. He looked at the food with a hungry look.
"Though...let's eat what we can.."
He start to do as he was told and ate a bit of the food.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2015 10:49:49 GMT -8
"Salt? Preserve? Mate, at my place all we serve is fresh food. Save for the preserved beef for travelers.... which no one ever orders."
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Michael Zeliph
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Oct 2, 2015 11:27:56 GMT -8
"Oh...alright then. Thank you for the food, sir."
He smiled and continue to eat the delicious food. Once he had quite a bit.
"It is delicious!"
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Rani
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Roleplay posts: 252 
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Oct 3, 2015 14:19:20 GMT -8
Rani helps herself to some food. "Thank ya."
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Michael Zeliph
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Oct 3, 2015 15:42:21 GMT -8
He swallowed what he was eating and looked at her, smiling.
"Hello, Madam! How are you?"
He took a sip of his drink
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Gwenneth Barclay
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Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Oct 4, 2015 8:33:18 GMT -8
Pippin twitters excitedly as he hops off Gwen's shoulder and goes to town on another loaf of bread. Gwen mirrors his excitement when the food arrives, clapping her hands together as she grabs a leg of chicken and tears into it, humming happily at the taste. So busy is she in devouring the meat that she doesn't even notice Michael sit beside Rani, although, being the most noticeable thing in the room, he probably notices her.
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Michael Zeliph
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Oct 4, 2015 9:05:02 GMT -8
He looked away from Rani took a few bites of out the chicken he had in front of him before washing it down with his drink. He then turned his attention to Gwen.
"Greeting, madam."
He smiled a bit before looked at either of them.
"How are you girls today?"
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Rani
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Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Oct 5, 2015 9:22:46 GMT -8
"I'm okay." Rani says with her mouth full of chicken. She swallows and sips some more water.
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Michael Zeliph
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Oct 5, 2015 14:58:10 GMT -8
He nodded and scooped up a fork full of vegetables and put them in his mouth. He swallowed.
"Good to hear, what's your name? Mine's Zeliph. Michael Zeliph. It is a pleasure to see you."
He grins before taking a sip of his drink.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2015 18:20:28 GMT -8
"Well... I didn't realize how late it was getting." He sighed, "The place would normally be open for several more hours but its dark outside." He looked toward the door, "I wonder if Jorech is still fighting out there."
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Michael Zeliph
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Oct 5, 2015 18:47:39 GMT -8
He looked behind him towards the Windows, seeing it getting darker, but not seeing a person in his range of view.
"So it is...hm...though who is Jorech?"
He turned back towards the man and scooped more vegetables into his mouth.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2015 21:38:07 GMT -8
"Jorech is the king and an old friend." The barkeep took a bit of chicken breast and swallowed it with some mead.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2015 21:46:23 GMT -8
No sooner than Gabriel swallowed his chicken did a man with long blonde hair and beard enter. He stood 6'4" and was mucsled heavilty though not enough to throw off his body proportions. He wore no armor past a scale mail haubark over his blue shirt and loose fitting pants. Wearing no cloak or crown no one bu Gabe would realize it was Jorech. Though the king had changed slightly since Gabe last saw him. He was soaking wet from rain. Luckily he was washed clean of any blood from the battle. He had ditched his armor and crown on the way to the tavern leaving a Legate to return them to the palace. His wet hair was in his face and once inside Jorech took his hands and brushed the hair behind his ears revealing his eyes glowing pure blue. He gave the barkeep a solem grin.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2015 21:47:31 GMT -8
Gabriel grinned and said, "Hail to the King." He quickly set to preparing Jorech's favorite drink. Mead, spiced with juniper berries and mint.
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Gwenneth Barclay
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Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Oct 5, 2015 22:03:49 GMT -8
Gwen's about to answer the black-haired foreigner when the door slams open and she swivels her head around quickly to get a better look. Her eyes follow the musclebound man as he takes a seat, and Gabriel's words and actions take a moment to settle in her mind. For a second, she's silent as she connects the dots. Then, her jaw falls open and she gives a gasp, holding her hand over her mouth.
For a whole ten seconds, she's totally unable to speak. She's never met a king before. What're the odds one would just run into her in a Tavern? Apparently the Stars are in her favour tonight. She jumps up from her seat, causing Pippin to twitter at her aggravatedly. She ignores the tiny bird and bows low for the king, Pippin flapping off her shoulder in a tizzy of feathers, giving her an avian glare before returning to pecking at her bread.
"Ah! A king! J-Jorech, right?" she asks as she stands back up to her full height, beaming happily. "My name is Gwen! I...I am unsure what to say, other than it is an excellent and unexpected honour to meet you!"
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