Petalli and The Hungry Ghost Inn (No Profiles required, Just follow Post two)
 

In ancient times Petalli was a peaceful and flourishing little town in the Ritiy'oon Mountains, surrounded by the beautiful and full Salitti Forest. It's most famous structure was the monastery at its heart, which the town had formed around. The monastery was famous for it's collection of books and religious artifacts that the monks had faithfully gathered, then spent their days transcribing those books in various languages for the betterment of all. They mainly focused on religious texts as monks are prone to do but would also spend time on other books. They seemed safe, cloistered up in a building of stone surrounded only by the Petalli graveyard with its peaceful dead. Of course, if things had continued on like this there would not be much of a legend.

One day, everything would change. A strange mist would surround the graveyard and the Monastery watching guard over it, so thick one could not see through it and seeming to hug the buildings like it had a will of it's own. Screams escaped the mists, shrieking deadly screams and splatters of blood began to escape the mists. The mist seemed to grow the more lives it took and soon small animistic demons formed of some poisonous black substance would become visible as the mist took over the town. Those who did not flee were murdered, and their ghosts trapped to be tormented. Soon the ghosts themselves would lose whatever sanity they had and become as dangerous as the demons themselves. Now there is no place of safety for those who come seeking the monastery's great treasures except the Hungry Ghost Inn.


The Hungry Ghost Inn is a large building made up of several smaller ones linked together through shared walls and protective arches, filled with power. The main archway before the front door will glow when viewed by one seeking protection, calling to the living and baring entry to the dead. If you enter through the wide front doors you will find a large sitting room, with a check in desk and stairway. Standing at the desk is a ghost named Sarah, tall and beautiful. She kindly will check in any who come in, having been attached to the building since before the great tragedy. She loves the Inn, though it was once a great mansion. Other harmless ghosts occasionally drift through the inn, hiding from the mists outside that has driven their brethren insane. They are shaken and generally drift unexpectedly through the large inn's many rooms.

There are even multiple rooms underground, with only a couple stories above the ground. Below are several stories, most of the walls made of brick. There are rooms as well as black-smithing facilities, sewing rooms, and other useful rooms to keep people well taken care of. There are even several 'garden' rooms, maintained by the magic of the blind vampire Soairse who built the inn. Much of the food is grown there, the mystical plants providing their own sunlight. The Inn is in fact entirely self sufficient through her powers, with which she occasionally hunts to fill the ice lockers with beasts from the forests from outside the mists.

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NOTE: A Ghost NPC is always present in front of the desk and will check you in. NO ONE ELSE is going to check you in, just check yourself in via controlling the Ghost. Her name is Sarah, she looks like a maid, and is very sweet. Your post will be ignored if you wait for someone else to check you in.

NOTE 2: Please keep in mind this is a medieval rp so no cell phones/tech/etc unless you're a time traveler or something.

Saoirse (pronounced SEER-sha) walked up the stairs into the main room, with a brief pause at the top to give the cheerful ghost a nod as she spoke. Sarah was an old ghost who had died working at the mansion this had briefly been in the ancient past so had been delighted when Saoirse had said she could stay. The evil ghosts the blind vampiress had long ago struck from her Inn, baring them entry. She found the mystery of the place intriguing and knew many adventurers died simply because safety was so far away. It seemed a good place to create a place of safety.... with a few donations provided by those who cared to give it. No one had yet entered the Inn so she had little to do... Not since that last adventurer had gone too close to the monastery. His things had since been put away, being he'd left no family to notify. Oh well.

She sat on one of the couches, her sweeping gown parting to reveal her legs as she sprawled comfortably on the plush velvet. There were also cuts in the waist on either side to leave much of her skin exposed, the air allowing her to sense much of the goings on. She only was ever careful to cover her essentials and her neck while still making sure the cut was elegant enough to be to her satisfaction. She yawned softly and closed her eyes a moment, her fangs glistening. She raised her head, however, sensing another approach.


Aya ran through the town swift as a doe, leaping over various debris as a ghost wailed behind her. The ghostly image floated over the broken cobblestones, her tears leaving drops of blood across the dirt. It's weeping echoed through the town, her hands over her face even as she raced after Aya. There was bits of flesh in it's ghostly fingernails, solid as iron when it sought victims. A decaying heart beat in the ghost woman's chest, her crazed spirit still moved by pain. It now sought Aya's heart, hoping it would stop the pain as the last heart had not. Aya, however, was rather attached to her heart no matter how hurt it may be so ran with her full speed.

Once she arrived in sight of the arch the ghost woman wailed and disappeared, the magic flaring as a golden light to welcome the wanderer. She smiled, her blood red lips wide as she slid to a stop through the arch. She hesitated a moment as she gazed upwards, sensing the great power emanating from the place. She took a deep breath, perhaps she would be safe here..... With that she entered slowly, pushing the door open. She soon saw a vampire sitting on the couch but was called by...... a ghost...???? She almost ran but soon the ghost, Sarah, had laughed and reassured her along with the vampire on the couch. Necromancer she suspected...

”... alright..... Aya.... the room should be under the name Aya 'Iyyov” She said simply in response to the ghosts questions before she walked over and began to sign her name. She was a little afraid of the death magic surrounding the area and even this woman but at least she knew her pursuers would not come for her here.... and if she could solve the mystery, if she could purify this place...... perhaps they would accept her back home and lift her exile...

She watched the white haired woman enter, or rather her aura, absently she thought the other woman looked frightened. It seemed a frightened doe had entered her Inn more then an actual woman. Her energy was so shaky with the emotion that it was hard to identify even what she was really... but she could still track it and feel as the magic left it. So her speed had been magical in nature, even if she wasn't sure the woman realized she was using it. The vampire said nothing, however, as shortly after a male entered. She sighed softly, her ears picking up his shy voice.

There was darkness in his aura.... she could feel it even as her magic suppressed it within the Inn. It was easy to guess that he was one of those drawn here. It was only natural really, the monastery's darkness needed to feed and so it would draw those it wished towards the place. It's demons were many, and their hunger constant. Much like the Weeping Lady outside, even some of it's ghosts were hungry for the blood of others. The vampire in turn fed on them even as she guided adventurers trying to destroy them. She did not stand, however, as they seemed afraid enough she wasn't sure if they'd bolt. So she stayed on the couch, lounging as if she was another guest.

Aya stepped to the side as she felt someone approach behind her as her eyes followed the purple haired male. There seemed a strange blue sheen over his hair she thought absently, it's shininess surprising her. She'd never seen something like that except in certain supernatural creatures. Then again, the vampire's hair seemed strange too. Green yet black. She felt almost plain next to them really, even as she knew she was pretty in a vague sort of way. She listened to the shy male, surprised. He didn't look like the sort you'd expect to be shy. He looked rather bold really until he spoke, sort of like a some aristocrat back home with that bone structure and his hair. Still, if he had managed to make it through the town he had probably far too much strength to be comparable to the group. Magical strength likely more then physical but in this place that was probably better.

"Hello, I'm Aya. Are you here to check out the monastery too?" She asked softly, her tone a little uncertain as she held out her hand for him to shake. She was sure they could help each other, and it would be better then being alone. Her instinct was to run, just like the rest of her kind, rather than fighting even if she had learned to fight over time in exile. She could hold her own and knew magic but it would be easier to ignore the instinct with another there. She would have an urge to protect then and that was always stronger then the urge to run.

"Heh, you're funny. I'm here to check out the mystery of that place. I'm hoping to solve it and purify this place. It seems.... sort of sad here. Maybe we should work together?" She responded, cheerful at the first sentence and half giggling. As she continued on she became serious but as always that smile stayed in place. Still the expression seemed more one of sheer defiance then actual happiness after her amusement faded. She just plain refused to be sad, it was her defense against her exile. To simply refuse to accept it, feeling certain she could undo it all if she proved herself.......somehow.

She didn't really mean to laugh at him though, still it seemed almost like a joke. She wasn't sure if it was or not but she was genuinely warming up to him. He was nothing like the aristocrats back home, despite his looks and it rather appealed to her. He seemed a little lost though. It was in a way very much like this place... as if he were waiting for something. What he was waiting for she couldn't imagine, but she did hope she could help him with this and him help her!

((since Seersha is just sitting observing ima leave her post blank lol))

"I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I find unusual things funny sometimes I guess... and nonsense. I'm sure that's not true. Nobody's worthless or without some good." She responded cheerfully, though she hesitated at first. Still as she spoke of worth something a little sadder, a little lonelier entered her eyes. She gave herself a mental shake and quickly was flashing a smile at him again. She was alright with him refusing to help her if it was because he didn't want to, but she hated the idea of anybody letting others make them feel worthless. She finally spoke again with a soft certainty that would have made it hard for many to refuse her.

"If you don't want to help me that's okay... but I know we can help each other. "

"You'll help just by being there! It's nice to have company in places like this..... They are a little spooky..." She said quietly, admitting her cowardice made a little shame flicker across her eyes. She had to do it though.... If she could undo such an act of evil as had to be done to make this place what it was they would have to accept her back! Surely someone like her clan had been deceived into believing she was couldn't do such a thing. If she did this they would have to believe her! She would solve the mystery and she would prove they were wrong about everything.

As her stubbornness lifted her spirits she gave him a soft smile, only then did she notice he had started to move away. Her lips flickered into a pouting frown and she raised an eyebrow. Had she done something wrong again? She hadn't really meant to.... She did have an unusual sense of humor... had it really offended him that much? She never was really good at this sort of thing.. figuring out what others were thinking that is. Even she had to admit she was a little naive so it made it hard.

Jackson Mason pulled the edges of his travelling cloak tighter to his body. The air was chill, and the area was foggy. Jax looked over to his twin sister. "Are you handling this alright?" He asked softly, and caught her when she tripped on a rock.

Codette Mason narrowed her eyes, as she tried to squint. "I think I see the Inn, just over there." Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she laughed. "I'm just fine bro-ooother!" she squealed as she tripped. Cody was so used to her brothers instincts as to when her clumsy-ness would take effect, it hardly bothered her anymore.

"The Hungry Ghost Inn. We better get there quickly." Jax steadied his sister.

The twins continued on their way. Coming up to the Inn Cody smiled. "Come on! Come on." Grabbing her brothers hand, she lead him inside.

They were greeted by a woman in a maid outfit. "We need 2 rooms, if you don't mind."Jackson told the woman, who had introduced herself as Sarah.

Codette took the keys from Sarah with a warm smile. "Thank you! Jax lets look around!"

"Yes I'm sure.... but you don't have to if you don't want to.... You seem to want to leave" She said with a firm nod and a smile as she answered his question, but as she said the last she sounded a little sad. She wondered if she was keeping him. Maybe he wanted to go to his room? She couldn't help but worry a little bit about that. Was she being annoying? She sighed softly at the thought and dipped her head a little bit. She didn't think she'd done anything wrong that time.... then again society outside her clan was very different she was sure. Even then she had been very much a part of upper society despite being born poor and kept very sheltered.... being groomed to be a priestess which were considered among the highest status in her clan.

"I'm not annoying you am I? I was a little sheltered back home....so I don't always know when I say something wrong. I'm sorry." She added after a moment's thought, playing with a strand of her white hair. She glanced towards the door as she heard someone entered and watched the two enter. They were both rather pretty people she thought absently. Everyone here so far was, it was a little strange to her. She had been considered pretty back home but here she just didn't feel all that alluring really....

((and my vampire's still watching unless someone approaches her on the couch lol)

The dark haired woman let her songs soothe the spirits as her companion let his red eyes take in the sight of someplace he'd always wanted to visit, but had never been able to. Alban had been too caught up in what his family, his clan, needed for the past few years to be able to travel anywhere he pleased, now he could.

"Why did you want to visit this place again?" Vesta's voice was as melodious as her harp. Her loose curls wafted behind her as a light breeze swept across the area.

A light chuckle escaped the man by her side. "There are rumors that here lies a powerful sword, and I want it. If doesn't lie here, well at least we've found ourselves in an adventure." The cream colored bird upon his shoulder chirped lightly, as if to say it agreed with it's master's words.

The pair arrived at the inn without trouble, and Vesta took care of signing them in. They were in separate rooms of course though adjoining. Theirs was a partnership of convenience.

Alban took the opportunity to wander nearer a powerful force of energy within the Inn. A woman, yes, but not human. She was as inhuman as he. "This is a strange place for an Inn." He'd no idea who she was. Perhaps the rather neutral comment would help him figure that out.

Those empty eyes watched the colors of magic as more people entered and a soft smile briefly crossed her features. My the inn was lively today! Of course she could tell little about gender and such things, even if some footsteps were heavy enough she thought them likely male. She could, however, see many of them were highly magical and no more human then she was. One such person approached, male judging by his voice. Those unblinking eyes turned to him and she tilted her head to the side. Her dark lips twitched into a smile once more and she gave a simple bow of her head in greeting.

"Strange perhaps, but most assuredly a place that seemed needed. An adventurer should have a place to lay their head now and then, don't you think?" The smooth, lightly accented voice of hers responded. She spoke in a soft, distant sort of way as if always musing about something. It was the nature of how she spoke really and had always been, her age somehow permeating her voice. It was a welcoming tone, but at the same time one could feel her power in the words if they were at all sensitive. It was one reason that even those who came to drive out demons and the like were not foolish enough to mess with the vampiress. One knew she was both friendly and deadly by merely listening to her.

Codette started to explore, she noticed a few guests in conversation and one gorgeous woman sitting alone on the couch. Cody walked up. "Hello. You look lonley." Her green eyes were bright with curiosity.
Jackson came up behind his twin. "Cody, don't bother people." I'm sorry about my sister miss." He spoke softly, but politely.
Cody frowned and looked at the girls outfit. She wished she had gowns as beautiful as hers. Travelling with her brother, Cody just wore simple trousers, same as him. It was an easier outfit to move in, but every girl wants to feel like one once and a while,

He inclined his head slightly. "True, but too much comfort dulls the edge needed to survive, wouldn't you say?" Red eyes flickered to the pair of siblings who'd approached them. They seemed normal enough, a little over excited perhaps .. Or at least the girl was.

The bird upon Alden's shoulder took off, flying slowly around the room. It seemed to sense it's master's annoyance with the situation. He'd hoped to find a place eiher full of other adventurers, or to find it empty. Things weren't quite like that, and the unexpectedness of it made the man want to turn upon his heel and walk out.


Vesta leaned against the counter by the ghost and began plucking at her harp absentmindedly. The dark haired woman began to play in earnest, slender fingers dancing across the strings, when she noticed a man making his way towards the rooms. He seemed like he needed to hear some calming music, and perhaps it would soothe all the other guests as well. She hoped so.

"I thank you for your concern. My name is Seersha, and you are?" She said softly, her name pronounced much different then one may expect from the spelling. She gave each a smile, absently she noticed that she was being studied. She was unsure exactly why, but she was use to it. She was an odd looking creature, and she dressed in a way that did not hide any of her curves. Both things gave plenty of reason for study, but she didn't particularly care which was the cause. She turned towards the male when he spoke and chuckled softly.

"Not nearly as much as being unable to sleep or eat would." She responded to the male, an amusement in her tone. It did take much weakness for the darkness here to tear a person down. Even the most holy of people often found their minds under siege in this place, if the strange demon like creatures didn't just break their barriers and spells out right. Saoirse's magic and power only stood up so easily because it was as ancient as the evil here. She simply smiled at the man, however, with an absent thought that her guests seemed interesting.

"I think everyone who is going to that place should go together. It'll be safer that way." She mused softly. She let him leave, however, as she watched in silence. She gazed at the ones that had entered, everyone was so pretty. The ethereal woman had her own charms but she felt a little intimidated really. She bit her lip a moment, unsure who to speak to first. Finally she approached the woman playing the harp. She listened for a moment and she closed her eyes, a strange peace settling over her as she did so. She couldn't help but smile a little.

"You play beautifully." She said gently, her voice warm and full of admiration. She had always loved music but it was little surprise. The priestess had never been able to play a note no matter how much she tried. Aya was honestly even a little tone deaf if she tried to sing. The dark haired woman seemed so gentle that Aya wondered why she had come to such a place. Perhaps it was because of her male companion? He seemed much more your usual sort of adventure.

Vesta smiled as she saw the man hesitate, then turned the expression to the young woman who'd complimented her. "Thank you for the kind compliment." The amethyst clad woman continued to play. She did want to soothe people's minds and bring calmness to places.

Alden tilted his head slightly to peer at the new comers, then returned his attention to the woman lying on the sofa. "True enough. So why did you choose here, of all dangerous places to put an inn?" As an afterthought, he decided to introduce himself. "My name is Alden."

((So sorry that it's so short!))

" I enjoy indulging my curiosity now and then and this place does draw my interest. Who will solve the mystery I wonder?... and Oh? I have a few extra gowns if you would like to look at them?" She answered Alden first, her voice filled with amusement. The ancient creature had little to do with the world any longer but her curiosity kept her tied to it. She said nothing more as a reason, so if she had one apparently she wasn't saying it. She instead moved on to answering the girl, surprised by her a little bit. She did love making soft silky gowns, the fabric felt so good under her fingers... so she always had spares.

"It's just true" Aya replied earnestly, only to glance around at the others in thought. Most of them felt strong... could they help her? Still, why did they come to this place? Treasure? Fame? It was all so curious and she couldn't help but wonder. She glanced up the stairs breifly, as she worried about the man. She sighed softly and adjusted the pack on her back. Still she did need to put things away. She said she'd 'be right back' and headed up the stairs. After she put her things away she headed back towards the main room, her head down as she crossed through the stairs. Was she really strong enough to be here?