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Sun Aug 24, 2008 10:47 pm |
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(First off I wanna say this isn't only for wizards. This school has a tavern of its own and many other places PM me to ask what places are available for Roleplay.This is free forum roleplay please no god postig everyone has their weaknesses))
The taven of the wizards school "The Brew and Bottle" from the outside you would never be able to tell the size of the inside. Outside you see what looks to be a building about the size of a regular house. Though it is well kept it still looks very small to the regular eye. Upon entering you see a tavern much bigger than expected with about 35 tables and a bar big enough to handle said tables. Looking closer you see there is a kitchen in the back and rooms set for travelers upstairs. The fire in the hearth is roaring and the Atmosphere in this place is quite calming.
A lonely mages sits at the bar . He seems to be waiting for others to join him as he sits and drinks a goblet of Fey wine. Although there are other people in the tavern, such as students and other teachers, he still seems anxious for some other company
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Mon Aug 25, 2008 6:46 pm |
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A young mage from the school sets his cluttered backpack up on the bar next to the Lone mage, before taking the seat. "Bartender!!" The young mage yelled before looking at the Mage next to him. "This seat isn't taken, is it?"
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Don't feel stupid. Rocks and tacos are stupid; you are just having a hard time seeing the answer. Thomas Edison had a hard time seeing the answer of the light bulb.
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Mon Aug 25, 2008 10:19 pm |
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Dayrion Looks at the young mage...."Greetings young one, No this seat is not taken at the moment" He says before he takes another sip of his Fey wine. "May I suggest the Fey wine it is Excellent today"
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Sat Aug 30, 2008 5:40 pm |
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"I normally just order a glasses of water, but I don't mind trying new things." The young one said in response to the other mage recommendation. "Do you go to the school? I ask cause I know most of the others students and teachers, but I don't remember your face."
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Don't feel stupid. Rocks and tacos are stupid; you are just having a hard time seeing the answer. Thomas Edison had a hard time seeing the answer of the light bulb.
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Sat Aug 30, 2008 9:12 pm |
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Dayrion Chuckles a bit "I am the Head Master of the School young one" he said then siped his wine. " It is true you don't see much of me but I am around" He sat back taking out an old pipe, Stuffing it with a course substance and Lights it.
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Sun Aug 31, 2008 2:03 am |
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Damia stared at the sparkling purple liquid that filled her classmate's glass, wondering if the girl had lost her mind.
"This will augment all of my strengths while improving my weak areas," the blonde was saying. "I bought it off of Garren for a few pieces of gold."
The illusionist shook her head. "Whatever you say. I still think that it sounds like a scam."
Her classmate turned a condescending gaze in her direction. "Of course you would. You're not good at anything, so what would there be to augment? Improving weak points is only the potion's secondary function." The blonde gave her a nasty smirk and threw back the shot with a sigh.
She felt her face grow warm. "It's not that I'm not good at it, my talents just lie in a different direction, is all."
"Of course they do," the girl grinned, "Obviously in a non-magical vein."
Damia narrowed her gray eyes into a glare. "I don't have to put up with this," she said. Standing, she moved over toward the bar and found a seat near another classmate and an unknown mage.
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Sun Aug 31, 2008 4:30 am |
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"That would be a good reason..." The young started to say but stopped when the bartender walked up "One water and one glass of Fey Wine, please." He ordered but remained silent when he over heard the two girls talking. "That would mean your name is Dayrune" The young mage said purposely messing up the name, not believing that this person was the headmaster of the school. As he waited for the response, he opened up his backpack and pulled out an old beaten up notebook with 'Uriel Papillon's Open it and you die!' Written acrossed the top, with a circle lock spell and three other lock spells covering the rest of the front cover.
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Don't feel stupid. Rocks and tacos are stupid; you are just having a hard time seeing the answer. Thomas Edison had a hard time seeing the answer of the light bulb.
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Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:07 pm |
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"yes Head master Dayrion, Not only the head master but I created the school here and the Wizards Guild that has an office on these grounds" he takes another sip of his wine which never seems to run dry and a long dong drag off his pipe. "so what year are you young one?"
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Sun Aug 31, 2008 7:32 pm |
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"Second year here, though I am doing third year courses." The young mage looked over his shoulder at the girl walking up to them then at Dayrion. "The name is Uriel and I have one really big question for you. Why did you make the walls of the school that color?"
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Don't feel stupid. Rocks and tacos are stupid; you are just having a hard time seeing the answer. Thomas Edison had a hard time seeing the answer of the light bulb.
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Sun Aug 31, 2008 10:56 pm |
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As Damia walked up to the bar she noticed that the two mages were talking. The younger one glanced over his shoulder at her as she approached, but turned back to his conversation without saying anything. Somewhat unsure, Damia slid into a seat of her own in time to catch Uriel's introduction and question. She quirked an eyebrow and called the bartender over to order a glass of water.
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Mon Sep 01, 2008 12:38 am |
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Chuckles at the question "Well as you know colors have different effects on people but most people say Blue has a calming effect. That is why the inside of this pub is blue." He states while looking " The class rooms on the other hand I chose the Red with a yellow border to stimulate the mind for learning and Intellect"
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Mon Sep 01, 2008 6:42 pm |
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A shy looking young mage slips silently into the tavern, appearing to be looking for someone or something. His watchful gaze dims and shoulders droop as he seems to be unable to find what or who he was searching for. Heaving a sigh, he sofly walks to the bar, taking a seat near to the small group that had gathered, his attention having been caught by the reasoning behind the colors of the school and pub. Nodding to catch the bartenders eye, he absently asks for an ale, flashing a quick smile to apologise for his wandered attention as it is set before him. Taking his drink, he peers into the liquid, muttering softly to himself.
"She should have been here. She said she'd return those notes today if I met her here by noon. I suppose it's a good thing I made several copies. I had a feeling she would not return them in time to study for the test."
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Mon Sep 01, 2008 6:51 pm |
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Damia glanced at the mage who had seated himself beside her. "Everyone's cramming for the test, it seems," she said wryly. "Although," she hesitated, glancing back over her shoulder at the blonde who had continued to gloat about her potion-induced 'intelligence', "some seem to think they can skate by without studying."
Turning back to the young man she spoke again. "My name is Damia. Who exactly were you looking for?"
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Mon Sep 01, 2008 7:23 pm |
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The tavern door opened with a creak, revealing a small figure who's features were hidden from the light shining behind her. As she took her first few steps into the tavern, her bright pink bangs and long braided hair became more visible. She had the height of an average 10 year old and held a wooden rod that was much taller than her. At first thought, one would think she was a child from her stature and youth. However, she would like to think that presented herself with a mature manner.
Not many took notice of her and those who did only question why a child was in such a place. She ignore those murmuring about her, studying her new surroundings carefully. She had never been here before, in fact the many places she visited were always some new finding. She quickly took notice of the young mages talking about in the establishment, and concluded that it was fine for her to order something from the bar. When she reached the bar, she was lost at what to order. She wandered over to where Uriel and Dayrion sat, hoping they could help.
"Excuse me, good gentlemen, perhaps you may know what this fine pub's finest beverages are? I would like to have some clue of the menu before ordering."
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Mon Sep 01, 2008 7:58 pm |
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Looking at Damia as she begins to speak, he glances back towards the boastful blond as she does giveing a wry smile of understanding.
"I am Madlos, it is a pleasure to meet you. I was looking for a classmate, Ladria. Though to be honest, she needs my class notes more than I do. Ladria has had trouble keeping up, and I felt badly for her, as she does try very hard, so I lent her my notes against my better judgement."
Pausing to take a sip of his drink thoughtfully, Madlos nods to himself before continuing.
"Really, it's not even the notes that matter to me. I offered to let her keep them, as I always make extra copies. I.. ahh.. tend to have bad luck with my notes.." Blushing, he pushes his glasses back up his nose. "But Ladria insisted she only wanted to borrow them and would return them today. A kept word is important to me."
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