<span style="font-family:courier; color:fuchsia;font-size:small;">(And here we go, the new stuff! :3)</span>
The rain continued that night, pounding down on the roof of the Ivory Horn in a hypnotic pattern of noise. Which could hardly be heard above the arguments, and discussion happening near the tree at a table. A motley crew of people had gathered, most intent on hearing something that a rather slight drow in holy robes had to say. Each had their own reasons, and some weren't as pressing as others. As a hush fell, for a moment, the thoughts of the people present, began to wander their seperate ways.
The young nekojin Alejandra's tender ears hurt from the shouting, and the big ugly drunk man put her in unease. So she quietly threaded her way away from the group and towards the bar, in hopes of getting something to warm her insides from the nasty weather. All this about drow and religious stuff, towers and black faced elves didn't make much sense, whereas something tasty to drink and a nice place to sit made perfect sense. And after the rain subsided, she could continue her exploring...
A greenish blue haired man in the eccentric robes of a mage squinted at the two fools who had caused Elan to stop talking and take to sulking near the blind man. He couldn't believe such idiots had interrupted him. Couldn't they see how much potential gold there was in this? But just then, a few potentially promising words where overheard by the rumor monger. He turned casually to assess the person that it came from, an old man and a younger (and well endowed) woman where talking cozily not far off. Inverse ran through his internal database of names and faces, and found that the gentleman was a very well to do merchant, with a rather sour wife and four children, and judging by the cozy setting the two were engaged in, he might have just found something to keep himself occupied with tonight.
Two disgruntled Doman guards sauntered into the Ivory Horn, wet and in a foul disposition, and it seems just off from their rounds. One happened to bump into the boozey bounty hunter, setting off a tirade of foul langauge aimed at the guard. Due to the lack of any self control and innebriation in general, Gren was soon dragged forcefully from the pub outside. Anywho cared to listen could hear the sounds of a good bought of fighting taking place amidst the thunder and rain.
<span style="font-family:courier; color:fuchsia;font-size:small;">(There we have it, i'll let will write out Ignes. when he introduces will into all this. Sorry for controlling your characters, ^.^;;; but i merely wanted to speed things up, if you don't like who i wrote your character out of the plot, by all means let me know, and YOU can write them out. thank you. further notice, all GMY stuff will be written in this text in parenthesis. thank you. have a nice rp.)</span>
Edited by: Vampire Jester Jinx at: 10/18/03 3:03 pm