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Dainty Devil Doctor
"On your knees, boy..."
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Post by Eevee on Mar 26, 2008 18:03:09 GMT -5
Yo.
Most excellent with the jump-start on the RP.
My brain's been hacked to pieces by three successive midterms (all essay-form, all 5+ pages) and two papers...on ear imagery in "Hamlet" and on the use of storytelling in Homer's "The Odyssey."
Kill me.
No, seriously.
Anyhoo...I'll have a description up soon. Promise. I foresee no mind-obliterating work over the weekend, so let's keep our fingers crossed.
Woo.
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Post by Eevee on Apr 1, 2008 21:09:27 GMT -5
In those long moments of silence and color that hang veil-like between sunset’s sleep and night’s ascension, an almost imperceptible twitching of reality began…
An enormous tract of forest blanketing an otherwise barren plain seemed to throw off the wet weight of day’s watery light. Never had the sun shone fully on that ancient, knotted army of vegetation, and so the land in its entirety had taken on the sheen of perpetual twilight—suspended in time and splashed with the grey soap-skin gleam of the concealed sun, the forest was a place that knew no hours. But like a waking animal, it sensed the heavy nightfall that always arrived to wash the faint stains of day away…and it seemed to ripple cat-like as the first cold stars appeared.
To the west, a nearly dead-calm stretch of water lapped at the stony shore. Hundreds of meters wide and deceptively docile, the lake held certain mysteries of its own; riddled with caves along its bank and guarded by an almost impenetrable ring of dark, warped trees, it rarely provided adventurers with a cause for exploration. Unsettling and often wreathed in ropes of fog, that mirror-like body of water was surrounded in disconcerting myths as old as some of the first human civilizations…and as it did every evening, the lake slipped into a gentle heaving that belied its day-long state of stillness.
Situated in the heart of the forest, an impressive piece of architecture hulked menacingly in the dark. Although its cracked and peeling façade faced travelers by day, it seemed to shake off the damage done by light at the first faint purrings of dusk. With gables and turrets, beautifully sharp edges and gargoyle-graced precipices, the tavern was a place of shadow-laden beauty. A wide porch wrapped around the front, roofed and sided by latticework heavy with curling vines. Beyond, a double-sided door made of thick, heavy oak studded with steel seemed to rebuff any attempt at entrance. But once that threshold was passed, a black curtain seemed yanked from the arrival’s eyes, and the full splendor of the Vampire’s Tavern was revealed…
A majority of the first floor was constructed of dark, deep-stained wood (by an owner long-since dead), and now boasts no less than a dozen sumptuous chairs upholstered in deep red. Taking up much of the back wall and yawning like a toothless leviathan, an enormous fireplace smolders under the care of an ageless sentinel…a woman, seen rarely, who’d wrested control of the place from a mortal under the command of her master. She was the one who’d chosen at leisure the massive collection of liquors and distillations…she was the one who’d been given mammoth sums of money with which to buy the highly-glossed and ebony-inlaid bar, the black leather stools with black wooden lion’s feet, the curio cabinet with grotesque souvenirs from countries the world over, the egg-like human skulls capped with claret candles.
She was the one who’d taken over the tavern when her master disappeared, and she’s now the one who lives in its upper recesses, perhaps sensed by those who frequent the place on nights when her temper flares. But unless provoked into curiosity, she seldom descends to the main chamber. Better to allow the handful of mortal girls, kept as pets, management of the tavern. They were often eaten (sucked dry by fantastic specimens of her own species), but a teeming village miles south of the establishment kept Nyte in a fresh supply of human beauties.
The forest, the lake, and now the tavern itself had shivered to life under the trembling fingers of evening, and now the mistress, too, felt the pull of her waking hours…
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Eevee
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Dainty Devil Doctor
"On your knees, boy..."
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Post by Eevee on Apr 16, 2008 22:20:26 GMT -5
*Cricket*
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Post by Moridanu on Apr 17, 2008 3:43:11 GMT -5
*chews on cricket* mmmm..crispy. *grins* Sorry Leets but I cants play by my lonesomes..  If you can bring your girl into play, we could get some action going on. The other two current patrons of the Tavern have to post in several other plots where they owe first before they come in here for a drink. Im raring to go though! And I might hit up Gilligan to see if he wants to continue on with something regarding Amorshka and Levarin in the tavern also... ;D Of course I only be one Mori, so everyone else should create a C and come in for a drink! |
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Post by The Demon Auditor on Apr 17, 2008 14:08:21 GMT -5
You know what would be really funny? If we started a brand new Levarin/Amorshka story line!
Why would that be funny? Because these characters have NEVER had a finished story! This is going to be like the tenth time we start something with them, lol. So much history between these two, and we haven't played any of it! ;D So funny it makes me want to cry...
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Post by Moridanu on Apr 18, 2008 6:17:05 GMT -5
*laughs*
I know what you mean!
hell, lets do it eh?
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Post by Moridanu on Apr 23, 2008 3:52:57 GMT -5
Leets, Ill get the realm up this weekend, post up the description and the relevant threads and intros, okies? Gilligan, I'll also bring Amorshka in, but try to tie it in with our last posts. *bounces* good to have some RP going on again.  |
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Eevee
Famous
Dainty Devil Doctor
"On your knees, boy..."
Posts: 60
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Post by Eevee on May 1, 2008 8:13:27 GMT -5
*Dance, dance, sneeze*
I've been sick. Someone put me out of my misery. Bronchitis + the flu is no fun.
In other news...it's finals time around this joint, so I apologize for this recent MIA stint. I'm graduating in two weeks, getting a new job, moving into a new place...and it's SCARY.
Just lemme know (AIM, maybe?) when you need me to post.
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Post by Moridanu on May 2, 2008 18:48:16 GMT -5
*dumps lots of meds all over the sick Leets* Awwww.. hope you feel better soon babe, and good luck with the finals, and moving and all that jazz. As for posting, whenever youre ready, just post her intro so shes actually in the bar doing something and I can take it from there.. me gots an idea.  |
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Post by The Demon Auditor on May 4, 2008 13:35:08 GMT -5
I think ol' Lev will skip the Terminator-esque entrance this time, hehe.
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Post by Moridanu on May 21, 2008 20:20:36 GMT -5
I swear I will have Amorshkas entrance up by the weekend Gilligan!! Im soooooooooo sorry for the delay.
Some crazy woman who shall remain nameless has owed over TEN posts this week and has struggled to keep up with her crazy RP schedule..
*Hangs head in shame*
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