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Post by Ellie Moonsine on Jan 16, 2015 22:20:22 GMT -6
The winds of mid-winter evening blow against the Inn as many warriors, assassins, drunks, and bounty hunters gather to enjoy their thrist and fun. Some where their doing dirty work, while others, who dont' care, coem for the drunking life of singing and causing trouble. The door to the inn open, bringing some of the cold winter wind in, as a large figure walked in carrying a huge bundle of furs. The figure looked around to see if there is any room. Sure enough there was a small table by the fire place. The large figure walked passed teh drunking men and some that were staring at it. The figure drop it's bundle of furs to the ground and sat down, removing a hood reviling a femine face. "Bartender, I would like some warm mead please and your special as well." She said. The figure was Ellie Lunar, was known as Ellie Moonshine, but she dropped her family's name since it caused her so much heartache and pain. She came back to Wildgard to make a new life and start all over again. Looking around the place, she could see that it was not like the Tavern that she loved long ago, but it was good or heading back home in the mini blizzard that was out there. Ellie now hunts and trade furs for food and clothing. She also tries to find a way to make stuff to sell as well. But since the market for furs has gone up, she kept hunting for furs. Ellie was just comign back from hunting some animals, when the mini blizzard hit and nwo she si stuck in this place till it dies down. The server came with her food and warm mead. Ellie smiled and tipped the server, "here, gold coin for you and a nice deer fur for your bed." She said handind the server the fur and coin as payment for the food.
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Post by Koningar on Jan 28, 2015 19:32:12 GMT -6
The door to the tavern is slowly pushed open, and hooves tentatively clacked up the steps and inside. Koningar had to bend his entire torso forward and down, and reach back with his arms to press his saddlebags to his flanks. It was very awkward, and it strained the muscles in his back, shoulders, and arms, though he was used to it. Even then, he only barely fit through the doorway. The thick fur around his hooves were caked with snow, and the floorboards creaked under his weight. With a slightly nervous glance downwards, he didn't dare enter any farther than he had to for the door to close behind them. It wouldn't be the first time for his steel-shoed hooves to go through some floorboards.
He turned his torso around as much as he could, and lifted a pew of his packs to the ground so as to spread out the weight of him and his parcels. Delivery and messages were the nature of his trade and service. He had been doing it for over 300 years, thanks to his immortality. To those he was known to, he was the most reliable and honourable messenger the was, and he took deep pride in that. Some merchants had even grown to trust him with their goods, telling him the prices they should be sold at, the amount he was allowed to haggles, and how much of each sale was a cut for himself.
One of the serving wenches had stopped to stare at him, unsure of what to do about him. He gave her a calm, patient smile, and asked her to bring the owner of the establishment, or failing that, whoever was in change for the moment. Some places had banned him from coming inside, and his chest tightened slightly at the thought of spending another night in a stable. Though it gave him a good, humble reputation among the two-legged, if another of his kind ever saw him taking treatment like that... Koningar shuddered slightly. There was nothing more important to the centaurs than honour.
He shuffled his hooves around, and rubbed his hands together to big a flow of warm blood back to them. He glanced longingly over at the blazing hearth, but he didn't dare step any farther into the establishment until he spoke to someone of importance, to ensure he was welcomed.
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Post by Ellie Moonsine on Feb 13, 2015 0:11:21 GMT -6
[sorry I don't know what to write? I am a bit stuck here~~]
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Post by Koningar on Feb 13, 2015 1:09:19 GMT -6
[[OOC: I'm a 7 foot tall centaur standing at the front of the tavern. I haven't interacted with you directly yet, so just react however you wish. My next post is just going to be the innkeep coming up to me and telling me that I can stay, so long as I don't cause a ruckus, and that anything damaged I'll need to pay for. Centaurs are a rare sight, because they usually keep to themselves, so be astonished if you want to, or don't care, no matter. I'm a trader, so maybe you'd take interest in trading furs for anything I might have.]]
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Post by Ellie Moonsine on Feb 13, 2015 22:23:22 GMT -6
[Ah ok, thanks~~] The server nodded as she walked away with the payment that Ellie has given her. Ellie looked down at the food, her stumach growled as it was starving from long hunts in the woods. She started to eat her dinner, looking out at the evening sky. The lights from the houses and fire pits made the sky glow pinkish-orange. It made her soul feel so calm and at peace. As she was eating the door flew open to see a huge beast standing in the doorway. Ellie has never seen such beast. It looked like a man, but the body was of a horse. Ellie took a drink looking at the creature, studing it. She could see some furs on his back. "Hmm.. maybe he is a trader or a trapper like me?" She though. "He could be good for me gettign some of my furs and leaver work out there. Yes, but why is he standing at the door? he is welcome in here?"
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Post by Ellie Moonsine on Apr 22, 2015 20:39:10 GMT -6
[hello?]
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