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Shrimpeh
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Welcome to Shadow's Embrace
replied on: 11/9/2005 2:02:34 AM (Onua) *She looked around the Tavern curiously. Taking time to notice each and ever being present. Hoping to find someone to converse with. She scrathed her wolf's ears as it kept its eye on the Orc who just entered.* |
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VoidofDestruct
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Welcome to Shadow's Embrace
replied on: 10/19/2005 2:11:31 AM The doors of the building swing shut due to the large orc who enters before him. It sways back and forth a bit before halting. And he is there within the doorway. A priests hat worn, its broad brim casting its opaque shadow upon this ones visage. What is visible of his face being the lower half, pale tiers in their slightest of smiles. He is near seven feet in height, and stick-thin, shape almost like that of a scarecrow. His traveling coat is buttoned shut, the only color upon this man that he wears being the square of white visible upon his collar due to his priesthood. The soles of thick boots clacking upon the floor, he makes his way towards the bar. |
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Kolgran
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Welcome to Shadow's Embrace
replied on: 8/15/2005 9:30:25 PM The door opens with a boom and a tall orc in a cloak walks in and shuts the doorhe steps up to a stool at the bar. he sits down and orders a drink. he looks around and mumbles something under his breath *stupid elves* |
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Shrimpeh
This message was updated on 5/2/2005 12:28:02 PM by Shrimpeh |
Welcome to Shadow's Embrace
replied on: 5/2/2005 12:19:59 PM Onua> *She slowly walked into the tavern, her wolf staying close behind, snarling at anyone who looked at either of them. She was wearing a long, tattered white and purple dress. The low cut top exposing her cleevage. Her bare feet not making a sound on the wooden floor. She headed for a seat at the bar, keeping her deep purple eyes straight ahead. Her raven locks shadowing most of her face.* |
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Acantha
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Welcome to Shadow's Embrace
replied on: 2/24/2004 9:35:38 PM "Don't make me hurt you," a copper haired vixen replied sharply. Her amber eyes grew hard with intensity as she raised herself from her solitary corner booth. She pushed aside her dark brown cloak, a warning mettalic shine glinting off her sword. "Show some respect. It's just a measly drink. You don't look like your dying of thirst. in fact, if you're in such dire need, there was a water trough in the stables, I suggest you go there." Acantha threw him a hard glare, and resumed her seat. |
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buzz0002
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Welcome to Shadow's Embrace
replied on: 8/24/2003 5:46:56 PM *still unconcious* |
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Lobian Darthuk
The Silverhand Nimoy Fanboy |
Welcome to Shadow's Embrace
replied on: 8/24/2003 10:46:58 AM WENCH! I called for you; do NOT make me call for you again! |
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buzz0002
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Welcome to Shadow's Embrace
replied on: 8/5/2003 1:31:54 AM My staff, my staff... Bloody hell... Demons... demons... help me.... * unconcious * |
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Shadow Stryker
Mistress of the Shadows 'Tender at the Tavern |
Welcome to Shadow's Embrace
replied on: 8/4/2003 5:35:06 AM ::Hearing the clatter, she looks over to the little one:: Are you alright? |
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buzz0002
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Welcome to Shadow's Embrace
replied on: 7/31/2003 5:35:34 PM :: A shadowy figure entered the tavern, covered in a dark blue cloak and clutching a black staff and looked for an empty table. Unfortunately, as he took steps to get out of the way of the door, he tripped and the entire effect was lost as he attempted to disentangle himself from the clutter of his robes. His staff clattered across the floor... :: |
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Grimalkin
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Welcome to Shadow's Embrace
replied on: 5/21/2003 3:00:36 PM After a short time had passed, the strange half-breed stepped from his room. Pardalis had been transformed with bathing and a change of clothes from a warrior into what some might confuse with a nobleman. His long black hair was still gleaming and wet, pulled back away from his face with a leather thong. A robe had been donned, and it's blood-red color made his dark coloring look even darker. His face still maintained the brooding, stoic expression, and his hands were still gloved. Stepping into the common room, he sought out she who had served him before. |
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Shadow Stryker
Mistress of the Shadows 'Tender at the Tavern |
Welcome to Shadow's Embrace
replied on: 5/21/2003 12:37:45 PM ::Returning from the other room, she overhears the request for the Elverqu'isst and grabs a bottle on her way out to the bar:: One Elverqu'isst coming up. :  ouring the glass, she sets it on the bar, and calls out::Whoever wanted the Elverqu'isst, its ready. |
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Lobian Darthuk
The Silverhand Nimoy Fanboy |
Welcome to Shadow's Embrace
replied on: 5/19/2003 3:56:40 AM *comes out of his room the next day, perfectly healed, and glowing a slight tint of chrome* Refreshing. Bastard should have killed me... |
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Malystyryxx Ebonstorm
Troubled Soul |
Welcome to Shadow's Embrace
replied on: 5/18/2003 8:54:54 AM -Malystyryxx comes back to himself and wonders how he got to the center of the tavern...for all the world, he cannot recall. The last thing he remembers, he was sitting at his table...bah, what does it matter? He heads back to his seat and as he sits back down, he realizes that he is suddenly more clearheaded than he has been for...well, years now. It almost feels as though the demons are gone, or at the very least, subdued for a bit. He calls to the bartender for a bottle of Elverqu'isst and prays it is in the winecellar, somewhere... |
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Jared Soldavi
Architect of Nightmares |
Welcome to Shadow's Embrace
replied on: 5/18/2003 8:45:48 AM <ooc> A rather belated answer to Ina... "Very well", Jared says, "He does not suit my tastes, at any rate, I was just looking for some entertainment." And with that, he releases his hold on the Malystyryxx's mind and calls for the 'tender... |
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