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<blockquote data-quote="KahlessNestor" data-source="post: 7005386" data-attributes="member: 6801311"><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?516098-Hydellor-OOC-Recruitment-Closed&p=6993251&viewfull=1#post6993251" target="_blank">OOC Thread</a></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?516098-Hydellor-OOC-Recruitment-Closed&p=6993251&viewfull=1#post6993251" target="_blank"></a></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?516309-Hydellor-Rogues-Gallery-and-Setting-Information&p=6994195&viewfull=1#post6994195" target="_blank">Rogues Gallery and Setting Information</a></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?516309-Hydellor-Rogues-Gallery-and-Setting-Information&p=6994195&viewfull=1#post6994195" target="_blank"></a></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Mindra the Nightflower</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Essess/Essess City/The Argent Rose</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">A few months ago/Evening</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Comfortably ensconced in the west side of the North Bank district of the capital, The Argent Rose was known as the place to be if you wanted information or a job. Located near the North Market far enough away from the Essess River to be respectable, but not too far from the docks to be too respectable, it was a varied mix of clientele wanting to eat, drink, and fornicate with relative discretion. It was a clean, semi-respectable establishment catering to merchants from out of the city and from all over Essess and the former empire. Certainly there were nicer, more respectable taverns, and there were definitely much less reputable ones for cheap near the docks and the stockyards. The food at The Rose was decent, and moderately priced. The ale wasn’t watered down, and often a more refined dwarven brew or a case of fine elven wine served in the better establishments would fall off a wagon and end up at The Rose. But one didn’t come to The Argent Rose for the food, or the ale, or even the young men and women working upstairs. No, one came for the two beauties at the bar.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The elf leaned against the wall at the end of the bar near the door leading to the kitchens and the rear exit to the alley. One might be surprised at Tiral. She wasn’t what one would think of when one envisioned a wood elf. Her dark copper hair was tied back in a long braid down her back, sweeping her firm posterior. She wore tight black leather breeches that hung low, emphasizing her shapely feminine hips and thighs. A low-cut midriff top revealed plenty of cleavage and an impressive set of abs. Green eyes flashed from a face that had the severe beauty elves were often known for. Her hand rested lightly, ready, on a club hanging at her hip.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">There was definitely a lot more skin showing than one might typically have seen from an elf, and one could be forgiven for being distracted for a moment as one’s eyes ran over Tiral a moment longer than it took to assess her as a threat. And then one would realize that was exactly the point. With typical high elven logic, Tiral wielded her feminine wiles as an asset. One would realize she’d just had a second or two extra time should violence have erupted, seconds that could have been fatal for the gawker.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Then one’s attention might be drawn to the human woman chatting at the bar. Ketacyn was a striking contrast to the high elf. Where Tiral was a mix of hard muscle and soft curves, Ketacyn was supremely feminine. Long, golden hair cascaded down delicate shoulders, framing beautiful blue eyes that were sapphire pools set in her alabaster face. She was definitely Arideen, with enough celestial blood in her to be apparent. Full, pouty lips were painted a luscious, kissable red. She was voluptuous, with full breasts and hips and a youthful appearance, a sort of baby doll beauty in her short white dress. One might recognize in the way she leaned on the bar, wiping down glasses, that pillow talk likely formed as much of her intelligence gathering as bar talk.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">For information is what was the real currency at The Argent Rose. From noble scandals to mercantile machinations, criminal doings to political shenanigans, one could likely find out about it at The Rose...for a price. And if one needed a job done, legal or otherwise, Ketacyn and Tiral were more than happy to make introductions </span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">And that is why Tanlin Springmantle found himself dodging the Bigs as he ducked between the legs of a tall human into the common room of the inn. His blue eyes blinked in the bright light from the fireplace and the everburning lamps in the sconces on the wall. It was a typical evening in The Rose, apparently, with a general low-level din occasionally punctuated by raucous laughter. Angry shouts came from somewhere, but they immediately quieted when Tiral shot them a hard look and straightened ever so slightly. A group of drunken dockworkers wisely filed out the door to take their dispute outside.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The little gnome straightened his fine Tabaxi silk tunic and ran his hand through his wild white hair. He caught Ketacyn’s eye at the bar and the woman nodded toward a table in the back. Tanlin sighed as he looked at the obstacle course of Bigs he would have to maneuver to get there.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“One of these days I’ll start up my own pub. No Bigs allowed! Or maybe he’d finally get around to that stilts idea he’d had several years ago!</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Securing his satchel, the gnome ducked his big head and charged into the fray. He dodges spilled ale, stepped on toes, and evaded grasping, retaliatory hands as he wove his way through the chaos that was The Rose on an evening. Finally, panting a bit, he reached his destination.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Tanlin grunted as she shoved back a too-big chair and clambered up on it. His chin barely cleared the table as he stared across it at the attractive, midnight-haired wood elf, her green eyes buried in her mug of ale. She was short for an elf, which only made her more attractive to the older gnome.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“You are bloody hard to find, you know that, elf?” Tanlin said with affectionate grumpiness. “Heard that ponce Del finally dumped you.” Tanlin dug around in his satchel and pulled out a small bag. He untied it and spread the cloth out on the table. It was an assortment of odds and ends, small gears, tiny gems, delicate tools. Tanlin always did love to tinker. He put on a set of spectacles that made his eyes pop out huge as he stared at the tiny pieces. “You ready to get back to work after your little ‘back to nature’ holiday? I got jobs lined up, and you and Lea still owe me for the last one you botched.”</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Tanlin cut off sharply and looked chagrined. “Sorry, luv,” he apologized. “Never did learn tact.” His magnified eyes blinked at her through the lenses. “Oh, some old crone dropped this off at the shop for you.”</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Tanlin dug around in his satchel and pulled out a white envelope, sliding it across the table to Mindra. Inside was a small card. It said simply:</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">SAWTOOTH INN</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">BREDON, BREDONSHIRE</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">29 MOTHER</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">At the bottom, like a signature, was a sort of glyph, like a shepherd's crook with a stylized eye.</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“The crone left this, too.” Tanlin put down a small bag of coin and tried to peer over at the card to read it, but he was too short. “Is it a job?</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">@Lord Twig</span></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">[sblock=OOC]29 Mother is a date. Mid/late summer, roughly around the end of August.[/sblock]</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="KahlessNestor, post: 7005386, member: 6801311"] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial][URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?516098-Hydellor-OOC-Recruitment-Closed&p=6993251&viewfull=1#post6993251"]OOC Thread [/URL] [URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?516309-Hydellor-Rogues-Gallery-and-Setting-Information&p=6994195&viewfull=1#post6994195"]Rogues Gallery and Setting Information [/URL] Mindra the Nightflower[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Essess/Essess City/The Argent Rose[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]A few months ago/Evening[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Comfortably ensconced in the west side of the North Bank district of the capital, The Argent Rose was known as the place to be if you wanted information or a job. Located near the North Market far enough away from the Essess River to be respectable, but not too far from the docks to be too respectable, it was a varied mix of clientele wanting to eat, drink, and fornicate with relative discretion. It was a clean, semi-respectable establishment catering to merchants from out of the city and from all over Essess and the former empire. Certainly there were nicer, more respectable taverns, and there were definitely much less reputable ones for cheap near the docks and the stockyards. The food at The Rose was decent, and moderately priced. The ale wasn’t watered down, and often a more refined dwarven brew or a case of fine elven wine served in the better establishments would fall off a wagon and end up at The Rose. But one didn’t come to The Argent Rose for the food, or the ale, or even the young men and women working upstairs. No, one came for the two beauties at the bar.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]The elf leaned against the wall at the end of the bar near the door leading to the kitchens and the rear exit to the alley. One might be surprised at Tiral. She wasn’t what one would think of when one envisioned a wood elf. Her dark copper hair was tied back in a long braid down her back, sweeping her firm posterior. She wore tight black leather breeches that hung low, emphasizing her shapely feminine hips and thighs. A low-cut midriff top revealed plenty of cleavage and an impressive set of abs. Green eyes flashed from a face that had the severe beauty elves were often known for. Her hand rested lightly, ready, on a club hanging at her hip.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]There was definitely a lot more skin showing than one might typically have seen from an elf, and one could be forgiven for being distracted for a moment as one’s eyes ran over Tiral a moment longer than it took to assess her as a threat. And then one would realize that was exactly the point. With typical high elven logic, Tiral wielded her feminine wiles as an asset. One would realize she’d just had a second or two extra time should violence have erupted, seconds that could have been fatal for the gawker.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Then one’s attention might be drawn to the human woman chatting at the bar. Ketacyn was a striking contrast to the high elf. Where Tiral was a mix of hard muscle and soft curves, Ketacyn was supremely feminine. Long, golden hair cascaded down delicate shoulders, framing beautiful blue eyes that were sapphire pools set in her alabaster face. She was definitely Arideen, with enough celestial blood in her to be apparent. Full, pouty lips were painted a luscious, kissable red. She was voluptuous, with full breasts and hips and a youthful appearance, a sort of baby doll beauty in her short white dress. One might recognize in the way she leaned on the bar, wiping down glasses, that pillow talk likely formed as much of her intelligence gathering as bar talk.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]For information is what was the real currency at The Argent Rose. From noble scandals to mercantile machinations, criminal doings to political shenanigans, one could likely find out about it at The Rose...for a price. And if one needed a job done, legal or otherwise, Ketacyn and Tiral were more than happy to make introductions [/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]And that is why Tanlin Springmantle found himself dodging the Bigs as he ducked between the legs of a tall human into the common room of the inn. His blue eyes blinked in the bright light from the fireplace and the everburning lamps in the sconces on the wall. It was a typical evening in The Rose, apparently, with a general low-level din occasionally punctuated by raucous laughter. Angry shouts came from somewhere, but they immediately quieted when Tiral shot them a hard look and straightened ever so slightly. A group of drunken dockworkers wisely filed out the door to take their dispute outside.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]The little gnome straightened his fine Tabaxi silk tunic and ran his hand through his wild white hair. He caught Ketacyn’s eye at the bar and the woman nodded toward a table in the back. Tanlin sighed as he looked at the obstacle course of Bigs he would have to maneuver to get there.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“One of these days I’ll start up my own pub. No Bigs allowed! Or maybe he’d finally get around to that stilts idea he’d had several years ago![/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Securing his satchel, the gnome ducked his big head and charged into the fray. He dodges spilled ale, stepped on toes, and evaded grasping, retaliatory hands as he wove his way through the chaos that was The Rose on an evening. Finally, panting a bit, he reached his destination.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Tanlin grunted as she shoved back a too-big chair and clambered up on it. His chin barely cleared the table as he stared across it at the attractive, midnight-haired wood elf, her green eyes buried in her mug of ale. She was short for an elf, which only made her more attractive to the older gnome.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“You are bloody hard to find, you know that, elf?” Tanlin said with affectionate grumpiness. “Heard that ponce Del finally dumped you.” Tanlin dug around in his satchel and pulled out a small bag. He untied it and spread the cloth out on the table. It was an assortment of odds and ends, small gears, tiny gems, delicate tools. Tanlin always did love to tinker. He put on a set of spectacles that made his eyes pop out huge as he stared at the tiny pieces. “You ready to get back to work after your little ‘back to nature’ holiday? I got jobs lined up, and you and Lea still owe me for the last one you botched.”[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Tanlin cut off sharply and looked chagrined. “Sorry, luv,” he apologized. “Never did learn tact.” His magnified eyes blinked at her through the lenses. “Oh, some old crone dropped this off at the shop for you.”[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]Tanlin dug around in his satchel and pulled out a white envelope, sliding it across the table to Mindra. Inside was a small card. It said simply:[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]SAWTOOTH INN[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]BREDON, BREDONSHIRE[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]29 MOTHER[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]At the bottom, like a signature, was a sort of glyph, like a shepherd's crook with a stylized eye.[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]“The crone left this, too.” Tanlin put down a small bag of coin and tried to peer over at the card to read it, but he was too short. “Is it a job?[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial]@Lord Twig[/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial][sblock=OOC]29 Mother is a date. Mid/late summer, roughly around the end of August.[/sblock][/FONT][/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [/FONT][/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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