[ohtaren]

Welcome all ye adventurers far; for tall tails or tall drinks, or far more likely the two together, come in and cast you tattered cloaks by the ire side and enjoy the smoke filled rooms of this inn. for manny a tale were spunn over the long tables here. and more than once have deeds been done within these verry rooms. come in for a nights rest, but stray not to far down the lonely corridors of this auld inn for what you find may not like to be found.

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As Ohtaren walks into the inn he had known as a child and sitts in a smoke hassed corner not so far from the bar. with hood covering face and long pipe lit he rests his Elda blade against the wall. The bartenders, knowing him well bring a pint of malt lodger and a turkey leg on a beaten iron plate. the night is peaceful.

-ohtaren

OC (out of charecter) ok guys, this is an inn where you can come and chat while inn charecter. I'll be telling tales here. and if events so lead, I may start off some adventures that I will DM (with grandones premission of course). by the way Grandone, if you need some help here, I have alot of experiance with non dicebased RPGing and I have a lot of DM tricks up my sleeve. if you wanna PM me we could work out some pretty tight adventures for the brave souls of SeeD.

[Grand one]

((generally we dont use DMs with my type type of roleplay, But why not use different rules for different RPs, i never liked rules anyway

If youd like to explain how your type works ill gladly listen

oh 1 more thing is this an RS rp or can i bring 1 of my more imaginative charecters in?))

[ohtaren]

ahh, the inn of the green talon is for any wayfarers who have an adventuring spirit. not of a singel world but open to all who venture forth.

OC. yeah, the inn itself is just for RP hanging out and mabee some tiffs if such comes about. but it cna also be a spring board from which and "emelad" style P&P (athough online) RPG. this style is largely of my creation but I have seen some verry similar stuff elsware. Basicly, if an adventure starts, the DM (hopefuly me cause I love it) tells the involved people what is going on and paints the picture. He also controlles the actions of any NPC's and makes judgements as to weather attempted actions take place. as stated in the board rules, any action is an attemt unless it is clearly obvious that the action is easy like "bob look up" as opposed to something that is not so easy like "bob kills the three headed troll". Basicly in this style the players are only responsible for there individual actions and not for painting any of the scenery. The DM is GOD, he can do what he wants and can even come into the game at points as a charecter (although ethics bind the DM to an understanding that this power is not to be used to have a cool charector, only for plot development). In a refined version, there is an MDM or 'monster dungeoon master' this person plays like a normal player, stating action attempts, for all of the NPC's. This causes the NPC's to act a little more interestingly and they fight in a selfinterested amnner instead of a plot interested manner. I havent edited this post so it is probobly pretty slopy. If I happen to lead a few adventures and this getts to be a regular thing, I would gladdly write up a more formated version of this style (notice I dont say rules because the only real rule is that you cant argue with the DM, other than that its just a playing style) I imagin that a formated copy could be pinned in the event that this style becomes more used.

for now, the inn does not realy use this style, it is more a foundational environment that can set up relationships and "jump points" feel free, everyone to come in and talk in charector here.

-ohtaren

[Grand one]

OOC: I see,
I will be making a how to roleplay topic eventually, but there is so much depth that i think ill wait till the weekend before i start it,
I will put my way to roleplay and your way to roleplay on the topic.
And you can be DM when we are doing your kind
In the meantime....

IC:
The death of rats leaned against a wall and stared at the cat, the cat couldnt see him of course cats could only see the human death.
The DOR took another gulp of his beer and spotted his customer, the death pulled out an hourglass and grinned*. The cat saw the mouse and instantly pounced. the mouce died, the death swung his sythe at the same time.
The mouses spirit raised up, it squeaked and dissapeared.
The death went back to the wall and said happily "SQUEAK"

*The death always grinned seeing as he was a sceletal rat

(Was that ok or arnt i allowed to kill small mice?)

[X Zolon]

A fair haired boy, about 15 years of age, Walked into the inn. He was clad in bright red armor, and a red sword. strageley enough, his hair was red as well. he had a half of a buy drawn on his hand, and he was peppered by random scars, including one accross his face. he went and sat by the fireside. Tossing a few coins wrapped in a piece of parchment towards the barkeep, he poked at the fire wth his sword. the bartender opened the small package. it read, "Give my a pint of RedOrvan Senovit." Enclosed was a small sac of 30 small gold coins. the barkeep brought the fiery ale to the boy, and went back to the bar.

[ohtaren]

under twighlet skyes and mistily frosted heavens, a sense of shadow and longing creeps about the country side. springs sent and far off forest airs wisper through the opened door as inn steps a tall stranger. In contrast to the tattered costumers of the ragged in, this new comer is clad in ancent raiment of war. bright mail rings of silver gleaming and crested help as of a wave crashing to the beaches sand. his sword is long and his girdle plated. his gazes quickly sweeps the inn in a peircing glance that cuts through flesh and bone. his eyes the deepest blue and his hair a flaxen gold he is fair of skin and taller than many a man. entering, in a strange tounge he exclaims:

tiro! i eleni silar. merin hirë i carnë macil.

the wind at his back and the door still ajar he stands and waits, as if expecting a response. after a long and akward silence, he sighs and mumbles: "to far have I journeyed into the lands of men. Just as they cannot understand my tounge so they cannot help me" he seems tiered and sorrowful now as he takes a seat in a corner. he seems unaware of the sudden silence that he has caused and the stares toward his seat.

oc: if you realy want to translate what eh said, you'll have to learn some Quenya. it is in no way necisary to do this but if you want to I suggest ardalambion. if your rabk and your reading this, please dont translate unless you want to take part in the story (that goes for any other quenya linguists who want to translate but not participate).

This post has been edited by ohtaren: 18 June 2003 - 09:31 PM

[Grand one]

The death of rats stared at the newcomers with little curiosity, the death had little affairs with the races of men. However he happened to be bored and he felt like being drunk*.
The grim squeaker drifted to the table the redhead was sitting beside and made himself visible.
"SQUEAK" he said friendily
The death waited for the man to look in astonishment at his beer.
'Humans' he thought 'they will never accept anything too big' the death waited however whilst grinning at the man.

*Deaths cant actually get drunk because they are deaths but most feel the need to be in many occasions such as drinking competitions with the apocalypse riders (dont ask)

[X Zolon]

( i don't need to, i know what you mean)
The boy looked up to the DOR. "Hey. Trust me. I've seen worse things than you before." He sipped at his ale, as it trickled down his throat you could see fire.

[Grand one]

The death shrugged slightly dissapointed at not causing panic.
the death took another gulp of his beer and attempted at a conversation.
"SQUEAK" he said friendlily.

[Darkness]

OC: The person that I'm using right now is in t he topic 'My Roleplaying Characters'.

IC: An evil man of about 23 walked into the inn. Under ll his dark, grimy armor you could tell he was a human. He walked to the bar and whispered in a firm, deadly voice, "Get me an English Ale."
"That will be ten coiins sir," the innkeeper said.
The man dropped seven coins onto the bar. He started walking to a chair by the fire.
"There's only seven here," the innkeeper said. The man drew his sword aand pointed it at the man's chest.
"Get me the ale or else.." he said n the same deadly voice.
The innkeeper fumbled under the bar and pulled out an ale and gave it to the man. The man continued to the chair and sat down.

This post has been edited by Darkness 22: 20 February 2004 - 10:35 PM

[X Zolon]

The boy looked at the Death of Rats. "Heh. yeah, that was me. How did you know?"

[Darkness]

"Hey you.... Shut your mouth or you'll lose it along with the thiing it's connected to." The evil man said to the red haired boy.

[X Zolon]

The boy's sword began to glow. So did his hair, and his body, faintly.
"Shut it old man. I Don't care how deceased you are but if you don't leave me alone, you may find yourself-- no, nevermind. you won't be able to find yourself." The faint glow started to brighten. the flowers on a nearby table began to burnand wilt.

[Grand one]

The death of rats tapped the hole where a nose would be on a rat with skin.
As the other man shouted the grim squeaker turned around to face him, he raised his paw and said sometyhing rude..
"SQUEAK!"

[X Zolon]

The boy kept glowing, waiting for a reaction from the ndead one.