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Old 09-02-2012, 03:04 PM

You don't entirely recall how you made it to this part of town, at the edge of the forest. Slowly, you realize you're walking up a cobblestone path, and above you looms a tall cabin like structure, which looks like it shouldn't entirely be standing, and may perhaps be held up simply by magic.

You step up onto the doorstep, and at this moment, and this moment only, you feel as if you could run away if you wish.

You've stayed, have you, and touched your hand to the brass knob? Well, then, you're trapped now. Even if you feel free to leave, the ghosts will always bring you back.

But that's just a rumor. And besides, the young woman manning the bar looks so quiet, so kind, so delightful. There couldn't be any misdeeds going on at The Lender's Inn.

So come in and rent a room, maybe buy a meal or drink. Just never stray into the basement, else the ghosts come for your soul.

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Old 09-02-2012, 03:07 PM

--Rules:

Just don't be stupid. No god-modding or the like, and abide by Mene's rules.
All races are welcomed without fear at Lender's Inn.
... Simply put, just don't make me deal with you!


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Old 09-02-2012, 03:21 PM

Lizzy sighed, sitting behind the bar and idly polishing a wine glass. The inn was blessedly empty, but that didn't prevent her from worrying about the safety of the tenants. The ghosts had had her awake in council all night, and no conclusion was reached by the time the sun came up. The basement, locked and sealed with the only key around Lizzy's neck, was home to fearsome killers long passed, spirits who never left the earth and took refuge in the pit cellars dug deep beneath the inn that Lizzy had grown up in.

It had once been a summer mansion for her father's family, but when her father passed by his own hand (or so the story went, but Lizzy had always suspected a jealous ghost may have had something to do with it,) the only option was to rent out her childhood fortress to strangers, to cater to them without remark, all the while spending nights building robotic monsters to keep the ghosts at bay, bartering with them with blood and soul and tears to keep quiet, keep calm.

She asked why she had taken on this job, at the tender age of only twenty-two. But then again, had she really had the choice?

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Old 09-03-2012, 06:31 PM

Lizzy awoke to the sound of shattering glass. She, in a panic, pulled her face from the bar, red marks from an unintended nap. Whirling around behind the bar, she tried to find what had caused the noise, but all seemed perfectly calm in the bar. Shaking her head, she stepped backwards. Crunch. Lizzy lifted her booted foot to see curved shards and a half-way shattered stem of a wine glass. She must have fallen asleep polishing it. Cursing herself, Lizzy headed back into the kitchen, picking up a dust pan and broom, then set to toil away, sweeping up the glassy pieces she had so carelessly caused.

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Old 05-10-2016, 02:31 AM

"Hello." Called a voice. Mitch opened the door but saw no one inside. There was the soft shuffle of someone sweeping so the elf walked towards that, hesitantly sitting at a bar stool. "Um, hello, may I have a drink?" It was so strange, Mitch had felt magic in this place, forcibly taking it's pray into it's clutches, but it had been so long since Mitch had truly felt magic. Was this really a trap?

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Old 02-15-2017, 05:35 PM

Ri had a bad feeling about this place. He'd used his detect magic wand enough to know that something was amiss here. But he was feet-achingly tired and needed a place to rest his head that did not involve hard ground and bad weather for once. And a bath! Sweet ancestors a bath would be the most divine thing right now!

The thought of a clean body and maybe some handsome company pushed the curious boy onward beyond his usual cautious nature. He reached out a dark hand and turned the knob.

 


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