A Kingdom's Fate (Rp): Ended.

[Lambi]

Landon approached the tavern with his newly fixed armor and sword. He walked inside and noticed everything had calmed down inside. He noticed the woman he had talked to the day before and walked towards her.

"I hope everything's been good with you today?" he asked Ellondra.

 

[Cinnonym]

Ellondra turned to Landon, one elbow propped on the bartop as she leaned on it--since there were no chairs.

"Warrior," she said with a look of complete exhaustion, "I have spent days traveling with a brood of unsavory characters, two of them spent in a deadly forest with a fiendish self-made guide. I've battled a Gryphon, I've hiked five miles with an armored corpse on my shoulder, ridden to Swaere with an open wound and then stitched it myself. And I've not eaten in a day."

The barkeep lingered nearby, apparently under the impression that this was the kind of story that usually preceded scotch.

"My day has not been good, but I appreciate the sentiment behind the question."

 

[Lambi]

"I am sorry to hear about your troubles. But look at it this way. At least you are alive. That is the way I look at troubled times. No matter how tough times might be, if you can live through them, that's always a good thing. And I do hope that wound of yours you mentioned will heal soon enough." Landon said.

"An ale, if that wouldn't be too much trouble." Landon asked the barkeep.

"Oh, forgive my memory for forgetting to mention. My name is Landon Garth." he said after turning to Ellondra again.

 

[Cinnonym]

She briefly thought of stabbing the kindly man and then asking how his day was going--but she knew this response was born out of a preexisting irritability and was no fault of his. Besides, the gesture would hardly be polite.

"Ellondra Renaldo, Sergeant of the Royal Guard in Wesburg. Pleased to meet you."

 

[Lambi]

"Pleased to meet you as well, Ellondra. I hope I'm not intruding on the group by accompanying you. I will prove to be a great ally if we get the chance to fight. Not that I go looking for fights."

The barkeep gave Landon the ale he asked for and Landon handed him 15 gold coins.

Spoiler: OOC

Ale 15g
Total gold left: 275g

 

[Cinnonym]

"What a refreshing change of pace."

Ellondra glanced over her shoulder at Skaar and the... drunken... Wait a moment, was that The Professional?

She knew that man. She'd been just a girl when the North end had gone up in smoke and ruin and stole away his family. And an officer of the law when he'd been put in jail countless times for... well, after a while they'd begun to skip the paperwork on him, since he vanished by morning. She'd wondered why all the wanted posters had been repealed just a short time ago...

Ellondra snatched the key from the barkeep's hand and shoved an appropriate amount of gold into his fingers.

"Sir Garth, I've just remembered something quite important, excuse me."

And she went straight up the stairs.

 

[Lambi]

"I will see you in the morning, then." Landon said before Ellondra was gone. He finished his ale and asked for a room. The barkeep gave him a key and Landon handed him the right amount of gold.
He went up to his room and took his armor off. He was wearing light clothing underneath it so that he wouldn't get too hot when wearing his armor. He lied down on the bed and fell asleep.

 

[Slycne]

Vik'nar emerges from the kitchen behind the bar. "Ah good, most of your are here. I presume the rest have retired to their rooms? I believe I've promised a few of you a decent meal. Please forgive me as I only had what was on hand to work with." A hint of a smirk suggests he's still quite pleased with the results.

A most unusual sight is witnessed as the tavern's serving girls, more accustomed to dispensing flagons of ale than fine food, bring out dishes one by one.

"We have Blackened Trout with a sweet and tangy Mango Chutney, a slow smoke roasted Turkey Leg rubbed in Rosemary Butter and these delicious Pecan Tarts served with fresh honey. Please enjoy."

It was rude of the chef to enjoy his meal before his patrons, so Vik'nar collects plates for Landon and Ellondra. When Landon could not be raised he finds the sergeant's room and rasps lightly on the door, "Sergeant Ellondra, I've brought you some food and I have a matter to discuss with you. May I come in?"

 

[Malifact]

Skaar turned slowly in his seat, setting the flagon down onto the bartop with a muted thunk as he did. He peered down at the man, his equine skullhelm traced in shadows by muted tavern light, a faint, opulsecent shine gleaming in the pit of it's eye-sockets. "Find another. There are more than enough" He mutterd, his voice somehow carried over the din of the tavern to be heard clearly by all.

 

[wolfy098]

are you still accepting?
if so:

Spoiler: wolfang

Name:wolfang

Age: 75

Race: Elves

Skills: After traveling around for 10 years he has learned many ways to fight monsters and has some experience fighting bandits, he has a great defense but will often refrain from attacking until the chance is perfect.
His bow is only useful for catching game.

Appearance: 6,0 weighing 120 pounds, Dark haired with his hair flowing around. Has a small goatee Carrying a large pack which is nearly all food.

Inventory: Carry's a hand and a half sword but no shield, has a short sword at his waist just in case. Carries alot of food, water and a first aid kit.

100 gold

Personality: Reserved and doesn't talk as much as the other characters wants to just relax every once in a while.

Back story: Wolfang left his family name behind him and refuses to look back upon it.
but it is obvious he was once a member of the elven army.

 

[Cinnonym]

Spoiler: OOC

Snip

Wolfy, why don't you send that in a PM to Jav3lin and we'll see what happens. Typically, it's poor manners to post in an RP that's already in progress.

Ellondra stared hard at the two gryphon eggs. She was fairly certain the King had insisted upon bringing one intact, to give their army the advantage which they denied Tai Ogul. She could hide it--in the dresser here, or a hole cut in the mattress. In Dworgen's urn. Wherever, it still meant one.

She raised the spare and was about to smash it into the floorboards.

"Sergeant Ellondra."

Blast.

"I've brought you some food and I have a matter to discuss with you. May I come in?"

"The door's open," She tucked the egg back into the portable nest and perched on the edge of the bed. Though her armor hung on the footboard and her falchion against the far wall in its sheath, she still looked battle-ready in terms of her posture and expression. "I appreciate the meal."

 

[Slycne]

"You're most welcome." Vik'nar pulling up a chair and began enjoying the last plate he had prepared. Landon would just have some of the leftovers in the morning.

"I thought you might like to know about a bit of information I picked up early today. It seems Ser Garth wasn't the only man in Swaere looking for a group of the King's agents. Someone called 'The Professional' has been asking around for us, however no mention as to why or who might have sent him."

 

[The Zango]

When Ra'ive finished his meal he looked around and noticed that the only 'person' he knew in the inn was Skaar, he was in no rush to even go near that creature. He decided to head upstairs and get some more sleep, he certainly felt like he needed it.

As he was opening the door to his room he noticed another door slightly ajar down the hall, he walked towards it and stood so he could see into the room. There was Vik'nar and Ellondra both sitting and disscusing somthing about another person looking for them.

'Well, it concerns me and the kings buisness so why not be privy to this?' he thought as he positioned himself between the crack of the door jam and the stairs, should he need to make a quick getaway.

 

[Nukey]

Spoiler: @Malifact

Uhh...I sorta interacted with you in my previous post, which is seems you may have overlooked.

Might want to edit that in in someway to acknowledge that Warees is currently screaming at you. >.>

 

[Lambi]

Spoiler: OOC

I'm confused. What time of the day is it?
Because according to Slycne's post right after mine it's morning, but according to Big's post, it's evening.
Can anyone clear this up for me?

 

[Slycne]

Spoiler: occ

It's still evening. Vik'nar went to bring Landon food, but he was asleep. So the what's happening now is occurring minutes after that.

Malifact and Nukey might still be slightly time jumped back due to everyone coming and going a little. I didn't want to step on them confronting each other, so I just assumed they are still in/around the tavern at the moment.

 

[Cinnonym]

Spoiler: OOC

Man... Don't you guys know I can't read spoilers on my BlackBerry?

Ellondra's lips pursed into a line of seriousness. "...Yes. I saw him. I fear he and the Black Knight will ruin what's left of the bar's decor." She was too hungry to ignore the plate for long and paused a long moment to down almost half of it, "He was quite popular in Wesburg, as well as other places..."

 

[Malifact]

Spoiler: @Malifact

Uhh...I sorta interacted with you in my previous post, which is seems you may have overlooked.

Might want to edit that in in someway to acknowledge that Warees is currently screaming at you. >.>

Spoiler: @Nukey

I replied?

Skaar turned slowly in his seat, setting the flagon down onto the bartop with a muted thunk as he did. He peered down at the man, his equine skullhelm traced in shadows by muted tavern light, a faint, opulsecent shine gleaming in the pit of it's eye-sockets. "Find another. There are more than enough" He mutterd, his voice somehow carried over the din of the tavern to be heard clearly by all.

 

[Nukey]

Spoiler: OOC

Ah...Looks like I misread. >.>

Very well, no harm done then.

"Find another?" Warees replied, turning back to the wrecked tavern, then again towards Skaar. "Every other one is fuckin' broke, smashed into goddamm pieces! There are no fuckin' stools left!"

"Now get da' fuck outta' da' chair, before I tear you bloody limb from limb!" He boomed, unaware of what he was getting himself into.

 

[Slycne]

Vik'nar pulls back his head wrapping, letting his black hair fall to its shoulder length after giving it a tussle. Getting kind of stuffy wearing that in here.

"Ah, so you know this man?" Although the quick look of optimism that this might not be another problem to deal with is quickly dashed by remembering the 'redecorating' downstairs.

"I take it you like the food." Pointing to the now quickly half empty plate.