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  • Kross

    Kross (100)

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    There's so much more to the world than meets the eyes of mortals...
    Dark secrets and dark places.

    A Closed Roleplay between Kross and Necrosocium.
    November 20th, 2014 at 09:26pm
  • toobadsodead

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    @ Kross

    The Luck's Charm had always had a warm, friendly atmosphere. It didn't look much (outside or in), but that was likely part of is... well, its charm. The tavern was all hard wood and stone, a beacon of warmth in the harsh mountains. It happened to settle, too, on a well-worn path, which did help gain customers. At the back was a long bar, booths lined the walls, but only travelers even bothered with the standing tables in the middle of the room, meaning the locals got a good laugh any time another piece of furniture broke. Windows were nonexistent, decorations were scarce, the crowd was rowdy, and to a certain werewolf, it all screamed home.
    Atria claimed she was 20, something that no one could -or would bother trying to- disprove. Locals knew better and didn't care. it wasn't the business of any of the travelers. If she could run a tavern -and keep peace- drunk, who would try to argue? Atria was 17, and she'd become the tavern's owner two years ago with the death of her parents and when her human status had been irreparably changed. She'd known her business by then though. Anyone who started trouble was kicked out first with a warning. if they came ack and hadn't learned their lesson though, they were killed. It definitely helped keep the peace. That, and the fact that she wasn't ever open for business during the full moon. No exceptions.
    As for Atria, herself... she was 5'8", lean, with olive skin. Her hair was made of loose, chin-length curls that tapered in the front and was honey-brown in color. Her hair was parted to the right, and a couple of blood-red curls reached to her shoulders. She has round, lupine eyes that are midnight blue, rimmed in pale yellow, and dark lips that at a moment's notice can transform an easy smile into a growl. Atria never wears shoes nor does she ever dress as if the air outside is frigid. In fact, she'd often in either sundresses or other clothing equally open and skin-exposing. This particular day, her outfit was a simple gray dress that buttoned down the front and had a yin-yang symbol printed across the breasts. As colorless as her clothing was though, her personality more than made up for it.
    It was barely past midday, but that didn't stop the determined, those like Atria, whose cheeks were already rosy. But she was currently without company. It was a slow day, and the last of the midday rush had just left not all that long ago. Oh, well.
    With a limited amount of grace, she grabbed a bottle of her favorite whiskey (it smelled and tasted like cinnamon) and climbed up on the counter, sliding over it onto the other side. She landed on her feet, grinning as she swayed and sashayed over to where a broom lay discarded. She grabbed up the broom with one hand, fireball whiskey in the other, and she began to sweep along to the music she'd turned on. Soon, she'd abandoned sweeping all together and was dancing with the broom instead, singing along loudly to Metallica's 'Nothing Else Matters'. She was spinning and swaying and almost fell over numerous times, but she was having fun.

    "Again." Orcen's tone was uncompromising as she watched her 'apprentice'. As a necromancer, he excelled in his studies. He was as good as he could get with current limitations, and she had decided to correct an oversight on her part. Necromancy was all well and good a skill to master, but it was hardly useful in day-to-day life. It wasn't really a skill that people looked upon kindly or wanted anything to do with. And as Jake's mentor, Orcen felt that it was her job to correct her minor oversight and begin training him in more than just necromancy. After all, he'd need to start pulling his weight eventually.
    This was how Orcen ended up deciding to teach Jake the only other craft she knew with some skill. Unfortunately, while Jake was a good necromancer, he was less than adequate with any sort of weapon. At least, it seemed that way to her... She and Vagus had talked about it first, and they'd decided they would start with knives and small swords. So far, Jake's aim made Orcen want to weep and his skill with a sword left much to be desired. So first thing was first... exercises.
    "Now, Jake." Her voice held a note of a warning. At the feeling of a large hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently, she sighed. She resisted the urge to lean back into her husband's arms, but crossed her arms over her chest instead, giving her apprentice a flat look.
    November 21st, 2014 at 03:03am