FANTASY-NO MAGIC

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

"Wait, no, don't go up there!" Niamh yelled after the men as they ran up the stairs with their torches.

They paid her no heed as they chased the wild-eyed man, and the rest of the people in the tavern began to leave as smoke filled the air.

Aargh! she thought angrily. Why can't people just think for once!

She set her fiddle and bow on the stool and ran quickly up the stairs after the men.

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Does it seem to anyone else like something is going to catch on fire soon?

Edit: Looking up how flammable rum and whiskey are...

Edit edit: I now know way too much about the burning properties of alcoholic drinks. I'm going to assume the whiskey in the tavern is at least 50% ABV.

This should be fun.

 

Edited August 25, 2024 by Through The Living Glass

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

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What is happening here? And how can I join?

 

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

22 minutes ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

 

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Just walk into the bar

I have no clue whats happening

I’m just stealing some alcohol.

Souls walks behind the bar, picks up a keg, and walks away out the door

Edited August 25, 2024 by TwinSouls

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

11 minutes ago, TwinSouls said:

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Just walk into the bar

I have no clue whats happening

I’m just stealing some alcohol.

Souls walks behind the bar, picks up a keg, and walks away out the door

roy he who sees everything and nothing walked into the bar. he sat down behind the counter and looked around for a bartender. he saw someone behind the counter.

"hey barkeep throw something over at me." @TwinSouls

[Through the Living Hope]

1 hour ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

roy he who sees everything and nothing walked into the bar. he sat down behind the counter and looked around for a bartender. he saw someone behind the counter.

"hey barkeep throw something over at me." @TwinSouls

Strangely, there were no workers in sight. Moments later, a man - presumably the owner of the tavern - was shoving a man through the door, followed by a crowd carrying torches. The man’s paper, however, was safe with the girl upstairs. 

@WildRye

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The owner had locked the door. Every night, he put her in her room and locked the door. Once in, there was no way for her to get out. 

Jolane sighed, watching the torches through her tiny window, circled around the man who’d given her the paper. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

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Nothing caught on fire?

Dang. All that research for nothin'. 

Niamh sat against the wall, watching the crowd surround the man outside. This had turned out to be quite the odd night.

Well, she supposed it was time to collect her payment from the tavern owner.

She walked upstairs and knocked on the door. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Niamh sat against the wall, watching the crowd surround the man outside. This had turned out to be quite the odd night.

Well, she supposed it was time to collect her payment from the tavern owner.

She walked upstairs and knocked on the door. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

Jolane jumped. “Hello?”

[BlueWildRye he/him]

42 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

Strangely, there were no workers in sight. Moments later, a man - presumably the owner of the tavern - was shoving a man through the door, followed by a crowd carrying torches. The man’s paper, however, was safe with the girl upstairs. 

@WildRye

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The owner had locked the door. Every night, he put her in her room and locked the door. Once in, there was no way for her to get out. 

Jolane sighed, watching the torches through her tiny window, circled around the man who’d given her the paper. 

Rye tried to wriggle out of the crude ropes the mob had bound him with, but to no avail. He snarled and tried to bite one of them instead.

"SEE? SPAWN OF THE DEMON KING!" the leader of the witch hunters yelled, hitting Rye over the head with a club. The captive slumped unconscious. "I apologize for the ruckus," he says to the innkeeper. "The name's Nelon, by the way."

He raised his voice so that everyone could hear. "I invite you to come to Issor to watch this witch's public execution in 1 week's time! We will see this land purged of evil, I promise!" The rest of the witch hunters cheered, then began walking into the distance, dragging Rye with them. Inside the inn, a casual observer might now notice the black soot stains covering the ceiling and upper walls. The paper Rye gave Jolane was folded and yellowed with age, but the things scrawled onto it were clear. A map of the town the inn was in, with a red "X" marking a spot nearby. In cramped, messy handwriting beneath were these words:

Here you will find my cache, where I have hidden the weapons. To whomever I have given this paper to, I would like you to uncover this hideout and secure my inventions. Make sure the witch hunters never suspect you or find the cache themselves. I suppose if you are reading this, I have been finally captured and am bound for the stake. Well, I bid you farewell.

From, Rye

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

Lord Insanitus Crababius, the Faint of Heart, entered the bar. "I WANT A WATER!" He declares.

 

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

2 hours ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

roy he who sees everything and nothing walked into the bar. he sat down behind the counter and looked around for a bartender. he saw someone behind the counter.

"hey barkeep throw something over at me." @TwinSouls

Souls walks over, wiping a dirty cup, and pours some rum into the cup, sets the keg on the ground, and rolls it out the door.

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

1 hour ago, Spark of Hope said:

Strangely, there were no workers in sight. Moments later, a man - presumably the owner of the tavern - was shoving a man through the door, followed by a crowd carrying torches. The man’s paper, however, was safe with the girl upstairs. 

@WildRye

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The owner had locked the door. Every night, he put her in her room and locked the door. Once in, there was no way for her to get out. 

Jolane sighed, watching the torches through her tiny window, circled around the man who’d given her the paper. 

"what's that about?" roy asked

33 minutes ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

Lord Insanitus Crababius, the Faint of Heart, entered the bar. "I WANT A WATER!" He declares.

 

"hello. are you waiting as well? do you know whats happening outside?"

28 minutes ago, TwinSouls said:

Souls walks over, wiping a dirty cup, and pours some rum into the cup, sets the keg on the ground, and rolls it out the door.

"couldn't you at least give me a clean glass? don't you know who I am?"

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

16 minutes ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

"hello. are you waiting as well? do you know whats happening outside?"

"Yes! And... no?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 hour ago, Spark of Hope said:

Jolane jumped. “Hello?”

"Oh, hello?" That didn't sound like the tavern keeper. "I'm looking for Robert?"

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I have dubbed the tavern keeper "Robert."

You're all welcome.

 

Edited August 26, 2024 by Through The Living Glass
gwammar

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

8 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Oh, hello?" That didn't sound like the tavern keeper. "I'm looking for Robert?"

 

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Yessss

 

[ʟɪɢʜʈ]

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Wow, this got chaotic fast. But no fire? Come one guys, surely we can do better than that. Ill refrain before posting for a bit as to wait both until my literal morning and the rp morning cause Wit is asleep right now. If you want to know backstory, read the thread. Thats it. And the title.

 

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

4 hours ago, Ancient Elantrian said:

"Yes! And... no?"

“Who for? And that is a shame…”

[Through the Living Hope]

8 hours ago, WildRye said:

Rye tried to wriggle out of the crude ropes the mob had bound him with, but to no avail. He snarled and tried to bite one of them instead.

"SEE? SPAWN OF THE DEMON KING!" the leader of the witch hunters yelled, hitting Rye over the head with a club. The captive slumped unconscious. "I apologize for the ruckus," he says to the innkeeper. "The name's Nelon, by the way."

He raised his voice so that everyone could hear. "I invite you to come to Issor to watch this witch's public execution in 1 week's time! We will see this land purged of evil, I promise!" The rest of the witch hunters cheered, then began walking into the distance, dragging Rye with them. Inside the inn, a casual observer might now notice the black soot stains covering the ceiling and upper walls. The paper Rye gave Jolane was folded and yellowed with age, but the things scrawled onto it were clear. A map of the town the inn was in, with a red "X" marking a spot nearby. In cramped, messy handwriting beneath were these words:

Here you will find my cache, where I have hidden the weapons. To whomever I have given this paper to, I would like you to uncover this hideout and secure my inventions. Make sure the witch hunters never suspect you or find the cache themselves. I suppose if you are reading this, I have been finally captured and am bound for the stake. Well, I bid you farewell.

From, Rye

After reading it, she hid it again. He had entrusted it to her, but there was not much she could do. She’d heard the announcement of his execution, and though she did not know him, it was devastating to her. 

7 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Oh, hello?" That didn't sound like the tavern keeper. "I'm looking for Robert?"

 

Of course she was. Why would someone be there for her?

”He was just downstairs,” she said. Behind the locked door, her head hung. No, no one really noticed her. Why would they.

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

9 hours ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

"what's that about?" roy asked

"hello. are you waiting as well? do you know whats happening outside?"

"couldn't you at least give me a clean glass? don't you know who I am?"

“Nope. Don’t have the faintest idea.” Souls leans in conspiratorially, “we’re also out of clean glasses”

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

5 hours ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

“Who for? And that is a shame…”

“Uh… no idea. I’m thirsty?”

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

Ma'tani sighed. Public execution? This country was so...barbaric. At least sometimes.

Well, I guess I have to stick around her for at least a week, now...

She walked over to the bar. "Hey, can I get a room for the night?"

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I don't know who's RPing the guy in charge...

 

[Through the Living Hope]

9 minutes ago, The Bookwyrm said:

Ma'tani sighed. Public execution? This country was so...barbaric. At least sometimes.

Well, I guess I have to stick around her for at least a week, now...

She walked over to the bar. "Hey, can I get a room for the night?"

 

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I’m doing the owner for… reasons related to backstory 

“It’ll be ten schlaff per night,” the owner said, which was a decent price. 

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Shoutout to Exotic Almond for coming up with schlaff

 

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

“It’ll be ten schlaff per night,” the owner said, which was a decent price. 

 

Ma'tani shrugged. Could be worse. She handed over twelve schlaff.

"The extra two is for a warm meal and some water. Do you think you could have someone get me that?"

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Tell Almond I said hi, and he'd better be marching in-time, or the ancient retribution of Drum Major [realname] is going to fall upon him.

 

[Through the Living Hope]

2 minutes ago, The Bookwyrm said:

Ma'tani shrugged. Could be worse. She handed over twelve schlaff.

"The extra two is for a warm meal and some water. Do you think you could have someone get me that?"

 

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I told him to read these pages and maybe join, so he can read your threat himself! 

And come on. That was last year, not ancient Greece. Stop being so dramatic.

That's my job

"Easily. Please wait here a moment." He went up the stairs and unlocked the door to the small room.

Jolane looked up from where she sat on the floor mat. This was unusual.

The owner, Robert, said in that other tongue, "Get a room ready for a guest. Food's being cooked, bring it and a glass of water to the room when it's done."

She nodded and rose to her feet. At least this would make her think of things other than her thoughts. She moved and started prepping a room around the middle of the hall.

Robert came back down the stairs and grabbed a key for the room. He turned to Ma'tani. "If you'll follow me."

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

Just now, Spark of Hope said:

"Easily. Please wait here a moment." He went up the stairs and unlocked the door to the small room.

Jolane looked up from where she sat on the floor mat. This was unusual.

The owner, Robert, said in that other tongue, "Get a room ready for a guest. Food's being cooked, bring it and a glass of water to the room when it's done."

She nodded and rose to her feet. At least this would make her think of things other than her thoughts. She moved and started prepping a room around the middle of the hall.

Robert came back down the stairs and grabbed a key for the room. He turned to Ma'tani. "If you'll follow me."

She nodded politely and did so. As she headed for the stairs to the upper rooms, she gave a last glance to the common room of the inn. Filled with interesting people. People with secrets.

Perhaps this town was going to get a little louder over the next few days...

[Through the Living Hope]

Just now, The Bookwyrm said:

She nodded politely and did so. As she headed for the stairs to the upper rooms, she gave a last glance to the common room of the inn. Filled with interesting people. People with secrets.

Perhaps this town was going to get a little louder over the next few days...

The owner stopped at an open door and held out the key for her. Jolane exited the room and went down the stairs to the kitchen.