The Mistyvale Inn

[Ramblinwomble]

Karis pauses with her hand on the door of the Misty Vale.

For a long moment appetite wars with common sense and, almost, she re enters the inn. For the all too familiar uneasy roil of hunger low in her belly tugs at her resolve, and it would be so, so, very easy. But in her head the familiar mantra for survival clamors; no witnesses; no questions; no discovery.

Under the skin hugging mask, her pale eyes hood, and common sense prevails. Cam will keep she decides. Some fare improves with aging.

Moistening her lips, she savors again the exquisite taste, a heady mix of youth and undirected passion.

Yes, Cam will keep, but that need not mean she must go hungry. Adjusting her apparel for best effect she effortlessly insinuates herself under the arm of an exiting patron and smiles her very best smile.

“Hi, you look lonely love. My name’s Karis…”

[Althalus]

Samm'l finished singing. Looking about the Inn there was no one left awake besides he. Roggins had long since locked up and gone to bed. The candle on the table behind him now flickered dangerously low, and the fireplace in front of him housed embers which only revealed themelves when a draft of wind came from under the Misty's front door.

He could not remember everything he had sung her...He knew he had sung her peace. He had sung her trust and trust rewarded. And when she began to fidget he sang her a feather bed. Always, he had sang her himself lying next to her.

He look down at the two chairs pushed together, at the hair strewn across his chest, ponytail long removed and brushed through.

Could have just bedded this one and been done with her... the thought came unbidden, then
No...this one is different.
Oh? You've said that before...
I know, but until now I've never really meant it.
Truly? How do you know...?
Thats just it...I don't. When I heart-sang her...there was something there...*frustrated with his mind's discussion* I can't explain it..
But the Road.....

Yes, I know...The Road...*Samm'l stares into the grey and ashen fireplaceand finally shrugs*..........Damn the road...

Sam buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply. A half an hour later would find him asleep like that. He had promised her he would be there when she awoke, and he meant to keep that promise.

[MillzOnPillz]

Celia hesitated, her hand wavering above the handle of the door to the Mistyvale Inn.
She was never sure, entering establishments, if she should make herself invisible for a time or not, she could never be sure if she would receive racial comments about being a Dark Elf.
'But', she thought to herself, 'I'm not fully recovered from that run in with that crazy Monk. I was lucky to escape that with my life. I need a rest, I need to rent a room.'

So she lowered her hand onto the handle, and turned...

[Will]

"Pale young master, go to Marie and fetch two hand-full of her agrimony vials, two hand-full of mandrake root, a dozen fire beetle salves, and enough bandages for a tenday. Young master, did you hear me!"

Croven sat knee-to-knee with the old dwarven widow and a small frown painted on his face. The lady dwarf was half-deaf and rather short, so he had to lean in in order to speak to her without shouting. Shouting was rude, especially at elders. Unfortunately, unlike the grandmotherly widow, his hearing was quite clear. He could distinctly hear Roggins telling them to keep it down at their table at the foot of the steps to the guests rooms upstairs.

"Ye tryin' te wake up the entire town?! BLIMY WIDOW ever'time ye come out! GRO'BACk in teh Ye'r HOLE!"

Croven had no attention to give to the inn-master who's screaming had snowballed into a fit of incoherence. He focused on the no-nonsense widow instead, who hadn't even noticed Roggins for all of his excitement.

"Such a handsome lad ye are! Ohhh...If I were younger...!" The widow winked at Croven, who smiled politely. The pudgy old dwarf began laughing, having tickled her own fancy.

Roggins, who was trying to pretend not to listen, paused between cleaning the mug in his hands and became red and puffy-faced. "SHUT YER PIPE OLD WOMAN!"

"Thank you. Well I suppose I should get going to the Temple of Farallis to see Sister Marie now."

"What did you say?! Oh, sit, sit! You're all skin and bones, lad! Roggins! ROGGINS!"

Croven sat back at his table with an amused sigh. "Think of the children..." he said to himself.

[AlexandrosGR]

Alexander enters the inn with some notes on his arms. He asks the innkeeper to pin some inside and outside of inn.

Note:
For all newcomers to the City of Cear.
If you need any assistance with your tasks or any tending to your wounds while you hunt outside of gates feel free to ask me or any other priest that stands by the gates.
The church of Nuarari and its representatives will be glad to offer any advice or assitance needed.


Signed

Alexander Silverstar Priest and Templar of Nuarari.

[The Explorer]

Lorval Silverbeard and Hagar drink in their usual manner in the Misty conversing with Roggin's as he serves them, Lorval talking in a loud voice so any patrons that think they can fight can hear him.

"Tank fer tha ale Roggin's we's got tha good stuff nay tha watery stuff ye pour tha longlegs right?"

Roggin's smiles and nods

"Aye"

Lorval turns to Hagar

"So ye know wha ye gots te do me fren, ye gots te find some long legs tha gots tha stones te fight in tha Arena we's can nay have Kattnar tinkin all we's do is sit around drinking al tha time"

He looks at his mug of ale and Hagars realizing the irony of that statement he laughs

"we's gonna be testin out tha yougen's, ye'll be ready te heal em up an if'n any longlegs come along which be fun fer me te fight I have tha right te mess em up or if'n one of dem stupidly challenges me my beautful greataxe can slice them in two"

He clashes his mug with Hagar's in a toast before taking a large swig

"Lets see how te make sure ye get as many longleg fighters come an lose te tha clan at tha Cear Arena?"

Twists a tassle of his beard around and continues to drink but before Hagar answers

"We's gonna have te make it fair fights though as I nay wanting tha youngen's te av it too easy an we's only wanting tha longlegs tha thinks they tough we's nay want any cheating so nay troll potions, nay mages or priests, nay wands"

He laughs

"Remember how quickly I beat thar one wha his name Kadmiel last time an all tha others I beaten in tha Arena, dis gonna be's fun"

Lorval sits back on his stool and lifts his mug again

"So wot ideas ye got Hagar?"

[izzul]

Reading the notes from Sir Alexander..Shades of Nuarari knows that he needs to uphold the name of the temple..sticking by the gate of cear to heal and give blessings...

"ah my task is just starting and will be heavier later..i wish i can keep my arms length for healing only..do not meddle in politics..looking at others eyes after their wounds have been tend is so satisficing for me..but the best experience is when seeing someone came from the dead by raising them...man i wish i'd be in younger days where i dont have to think on who i heal,what i heal,and when i heal..now its too much to think of...enemies?foes?good?evil? why cant i just heal like before...
though i believe that its a must to learn and grow..its important for the survivability of the townsfolk..wouldnt want consumed by the dark creatures outside the gates...

He then tucks his shirt...make his way as he heard groups of adventurers on the way to fight against canas army from ravenswatch....nasty beasts and foul army...few dragons, Zumen himself, and abominations needs a lot more than simple healing..TO ARMS Shades..!and heal for temple of Nuarari's name and Goddes...!

[Hvrankel]

Hagar glances at the Nuararicleric and then turns back to Lorval.

Well. The healing i will take care of. Hmm. Maybe we can ask Roggins to put up some signs so the fighters sees it and i could make a prize If they beat the mighty Lorval and his axe.
grins and drinks a mouthful

But i doubt they are up for the challenge.
Not seen anyone that match your skills in many years now.
But who knows. Maybe there are someone out there who gots the skills.

[Sorc]

New big poster can be found and well-seen from afar at Misty's Board:

[Alterity]

Kor wanders over to the big sign.

"Whas that say? More of them fancy gibberish crud?"

Kor stares at it a bit before wandering off.

((I have no idea what that sign says Sorc, a typed version please? ))

[izzul]

((I have no idea what that sign says Sorc, a typed version please? ))

lol

[Sorc]

"World composed of riddles, and thats the simplest for you...Thats a message, the letter" - said Sulhur, and then smiles widely and winces..

// thats a point, thats a trick... thats it... Mircales or Visions wont be always so clear for understanding....Thats a message

[izzul]

heh i manage to cough up some sentences if i am not wrong..


"The Miracle of Reality"
"The Freedom and the light"
"Today we beeing/seeing/living upon this land"
"The Mirage"
"Sisters will love you"
"If you do good"


//last night i saw it and cant detect anything at all...maybe today is my lucky day..i can see some of what it says..lol//

[Sorc]

Another, new piece of paper, and picture appeared on Misty common board:

[izzul]

heh color stealing apple again....


//are u the one sketching the picture mate?