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Crossroads Inn & Tavern

Intro: A game different from the usual style of Role Playing Games. This one has no join board, and is built by the players. The rules are posted her at the tavern. Please obey them. Any violations of the rules should be reported to the Guardian, or Morgan.

Guardian: Ishah Shebal
No Cursing, name calling, or porn. Kids browse these boards. Be polite & adult.
No flaming or spamming allowed
You may play as many characters as you can keep active.
No Powerplaying/godplaying. That is unnesessary and stupid.
No advertising. There is a board for that elsewhere.
These rules apply to all of the boards
Rules for making another board
The board must have something to do with the game, 'Crossroads'
The board must have a link back to the tavern
Respect and obey these rules, and the game will be fun for all of us. Thank you.
Ishah Shebal
Southern Road
Upstairs
Town Square
Northern Road
Hearthfire Inn
  • * a tall willowy female gracefully jumps from the back of her drafty mare. She gives the horse a good pat and turns her loose, knowing she would come when called..... -- Aberdeen & Sinead(horse), 23:34:14 12/22/01 Sat
    She brushes the traveling dust from her dark blue gown and pulls her fur cloak around her tightly. A fur hood has fallen from her head and strawberry blond curls have escaped from her loose braid that swings down her back. Hazel eyes seem very tired as she enters the Tavern*

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  • ~Quiet Entrance~ -- Winter ~ Summer, 09:14:01 12/21/01 Fri
    The two women enter, obviously sisters, but both having startlingly different features. They both walk up to the bar. "Water, please." one asks. The other holds up two fingers, to indicate to the barmaid to bring two glasses. Both sisters are well armed, but appear friendly.
    But looks can be deceiving


    Name: Winter
    Age: 20
    Height: 5' 6"
    Gender: Female
    Hair: Silver
    Eyes: Grey

    Name: Summer
    Age: 20
    Height: 5' 5"
    Gender: Femaile
    Hair: Red
    Eyes: Violet

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  • Entrance -- Silver Shadows, 19:53:29 12/19/01 Wed
    `A man enters the tavern, his long golden hair pulled back into a think braid. two, very long blades rest easily on his back, both hilts sticking out behind his two shoulderblades. He sits down at a table, alone, though it was hadr to find, the inn was becoming quite filled. He ordered some wine, red, from the barmaid, not really noting her. Instead, he was looking around, looking at all those currently residing in the inn. He duly notes Risika, The highborn lady, and the few others. The barmaid comes back with the wine, and he takes it appreciatively. He gave the barmaid a silver, far past the cost, but money did not matter to him.

    Silver Shadows reclines in his chair and continues his people watching.

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  • Stands -- Rave, 00:34:47 12/22/01 Sat
    Terra stands and walks over to the bar and orders a meal. As Terra retreives some coinage from a pocket in her long leather pants her hand gets stuck in the small hole so she pull her arm pretty hard. Terras' hand whcks against the bar shooting pain upto her wound on her upper arm, she curses colourfully and waits for her meal.

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  • *Leaving Harvest Moon outside, the golden/russet haired woman enters.* -- Lady Aspasia Valois of the House of Charlamagne, 13:41:27 12/02/01 Sun
    *As she enters, she takes in the pensive group of customers sitting at the tables with her calculative eyes. Pushing back the satin lined hood of her long black cape, Lady Aspasia walks over to an empty table, her black boots pounding slightly on the wooden(?) floor. On her right arm sits a white falcon, his talons clenching the thick leather glove. A barmaid comes and takes her order, and in a few minutes she returns with a glass of red wine. Lady Aspasia has just traveled from France- or rather escaped. Her father's land had been claimed by the French royalty on account of her father's disfavour of the King. Having no family now, she came here, seeking refuge. Sitting back in the chair, her sword in its black leather case slaps against the leg of the chair. So Lady Aspasia sits there, waiting for, company? Or just another place to go.....*

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  • Walks in and sits down at an empty table. -- Kyle, 17:22:12 12/15/01 Sat
    The young woman looks around pleasantly and wonders if anyone would want to talk to her. In the meantime, she busies herself by scratching her Irish Setter's neck.

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  • ((-Enters-)) -- Risika, 15:12:56 12/19/01 Wed
    ((-Woman enters, emerald eyes glint dangerously like green ice. Silky blonde hair is the color of old gold, her shirt a bright red. It hugs her body, enhancing her features. Her black jeans are tight againist her muscular legs, she was a modernized person. Yet she rode a horse still, as she was fond of them. She pulls out a chair and sits down and orders a Coke. Drinks it in silence as she observes others conversations. Pushes back a wisp of golden hair and looks out the window at her tethered horse. She held a secret…a dark secret…will you be the one to figuire it out?-))

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  • +Enters+ -- Terra, 02:27:08 12/18/01 Tue
    A girl of 19 years of age walks into the tavern. A bag is hanging over one shoulder and she has a freshly bandaged crimson stained left upper arm. Terra storms over too a spare table her face containing a look of utter frustraion. Her Brown her is quite messy and as she sits her self down she tries to straighten up her hair, but to no avail it will take a good two hours to fix that mess with her current anger level. Cursing to herself but doesnt bother to do it quitely, she brushes, combs and plaits her hair, none to gently at that.

    Terra wishes to order a meal but would like to calm herself down knowing all to well of her foul mood, she does not wish to directly offend anyone. So she sits and stares around the room with her brown angry eyes for quite some time until she slowly but surely starts to regain her composure.

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  • ((-Shadow Dancer-)) -- Nightmare's Victory, 15:25:48 12/19/01 Wed

    ((-Tethered mare stands silent, companion to one called Risika. They were new to this place, and hoped to call it their own...looks inside the tavern windows, wishing her friend hadn't tied her up. She knew she needn't to, she trusted her not to run off. She said something about "looking normal"...as if it were possible. She paws the ground eagerly, waiting to be off again. She too has a gift...several, in fact...just as her friend Risika. Will you find out their secrets?-))

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  • *A young peasant walks in. She looks to be about 16 or 17 years of age.* -- Eponine, 09:37:27 12/17/01 Mon
    *Her dark hair falls around her sweet yet tragic face. Her eyes are large, and like her hair, are very dark. They are lively, yet hold a sadness. She smiles softly at everyone in the Tavern.* Hello . . . my name is Eponine . . . *She says this with a slight Norman accent. She orders a hot tea, and drinks it with relish, feeling it warm her body from her long journey.*

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  • Leaves -- Ambermoon, 15:11:57 12/13/01 Thu
    §The woman gets up from her seat. She picks up her pack and slings it over one shoulder, careful to not disturb her falcon. She walks out, heading for the newly erected town square.§

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  • *Smells the sweet scent of meat roasting.* -- Sentahrie, 20:41:25 12/12/01 Wed
    *Large red gryphon enters. She follows her beak to the kitchen, where she is promptly kicked out. She then sits at a table(which a chef had suggested) and waited for a servingman to come along. She hungrily orders any meat they are cokking, drooling all over herself. She sits and waits very impatiently, waiting for her life-blood to arrive.*

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  • Entrance -- Ambermoon, 17:59:56 12/12/01 Wed
    §A woman makes her entrance, a breeze following her entrance. Feathers from a peregrine Falcon, and a golden Gryphon, are braided delicately in her brown hair. A larger than normal Peregrine Falcon sits upon her shoulders, it's blue eyes keen and sharp. The woman looks at all those present in the tavern and chooses a seat near the fire hearth.

    She drops her bags and taps her fingers on the thick table. Her brown eyes look around, shadowed by her lowered eyes.§

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  • SHI TARAKE!!!!!!!!!!! -- Raykith, 19:56:42 12/11/01 Tue
    Are you gonna answer me?

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  • Walks in -- Jessie, 22:18:50 12/07/01 Fri
    A woman walks in looking for somewhere to stay and something to eat.

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  • Shi Tarake -- Raykith, 17:38:57 12/06/01 Thu
    OOC: Um, are you using my story from the Shadowlands?

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  • *walks in* -- Naina, 20:39:56 11/28/01 Wed
    *A young centaur enters the tavern. She glances around and sees Narooboe. She trots up to the woman and bows her head in greeting.* Hello. Since we are the first here, I suppose we should start building the world. It will be fun, playing God and creating a world, don't you think?

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  • *Snorts, looking around cautiously.* -- Shi Tarake, 16:31:52 11/29/01 Thu
    *Brilliant gold Fire Drake pokes head in, looking for other creatures. Spots Narooboe and Naina, and looks at them out of the corner of her eye. She was a cautious one, with good reason, too.*

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  • *Looks for Morgan.* -- Shi Tarake, 10:37:06 12/02/01 Sun
    Hey, for the links, do we just post them here and will you put them up?

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  • .Entrance. -- Fey, 17:04:13 12/01/01 Sat
    .A young woman enters the tavern, her face bent low, making herself blend with those present. She sits at a nearby table, as close to the door as she can get. A barmaid approaches her and asks her what she would like. Fey's eyes widen slightly in panic at the thought of someone approaching her, but she pushes down the fear and asks for some water. Plain and simple. The barmaid leaves and soon returns with the water.

    Fey watches those present, occasionally taking a sip of her water. Her mahogany eyes dart around, taking everyone and everything in. Her dark brown hair is twisted up into an easy bun, a few pieces falling out occasionally. She looks down at the table, once again making herself blend in with those present..

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  • |ç| mysterious |ç| -- Yunisae, 11:03:12 12/01/01 Sat

    |ç| the door swings open, a woman of surprising beauty holding it in place. her startlingly azure eyes seem to brighten the room with a glow of their own, and her whole aura is one of pleasantry. she extends and retracts her slender legs, pulling her forth at a stride of grace. she casts a jolly gaze about the room, her bright smile seeming to chase away the shadows within the large quarters. the entrant casts a slightly anxious gaze at the arrogant woman towards the back of the room...Khithsariya...though she shrugs off her worries and strides o'er to a nearby table. she donns a light, ivory-hued dress, a sheer violet fabrics wrapped twice about her waist, the end allowed to fall freely. leather sandals 'protect' her feet, and a silver hoop bracelet dangles 'pon her wrist. about her neck hangs a large amethyst. her mid-back length, raven locks sway gently with her fluid movements. |ç|

    |ç| she sits at the rough-hewn table, looking about for a friendly alliance. the woman ponders her future for a moment, deciding to have a beverage ot two, then go to explore, perhaps build a hut or so. she smiles and looks about, wondering how she may fetch a glass of water. |ç|

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  • .entrance. -- Blade Shadowhawk, 20:06:55 11/30/01 Fri
    He enters the taverns, studying the room with susupicious eyes. His piercing azure gaze takes in everything, every nuance, every person in the room, noting all and assessing the danger of each. He picks a table in a corner, with his back to a wall, facing the door and the rest of the inn. Satisfied, he settles back, ordering a meal and some ale.

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  • §entrance§ -- ·Marian·, 13:47:57 11/30/01 Fri

    The maiden enters the spacious inn and tavern with light and dainty footsteps. Her facial expression is that of pure innocence, and one would not imagine her devious thoughts constantly pervading her usual sweet and magnanimous ideas.

    Her garments consist of silk slippers, designed rapturously with weaving vines and leaves and beautiful, unmarred flowers, each stitch showing what care and precision the skillful embroiderer must have exhibited. She wears a light, summer dress, pretty pink flowers covering the expanse of her smooth material. The waistline extends slightly lower than where her actual waist is, and from that point, flows outward in an even, sweeping arc, resulting in a petite and full circle 'round her lower body. Velvet gloves cover her slender hands, the dye a whimsical yellow pastel. Adorned 'pon her neck, is a small beaded necklace, with colors of all variety. It seems to add a sparkle to her light outfit. Her clean and wavy hair is of beautiful raven hue, which constrasts elegantly with her fair complexion.

    Her tiny, rosebud mouth turns upward as she comes within hearing distance of the lighthearted music. Her steps quicken and become more bouyant, as she instinctively feels the need to dance to the invigorating melody. She does, however, restrain her favorite pastime, and continue forth. She inclines her head politely to the others in the room, then seats herself quite regally 'pon a cushioned stool. Her hazel optics scan the room, absorbing its wonderful emanance.


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  • Entrance -- Narooboe, 20:17:30 11/28/01 Wed
    *A young woman around the age of 28 walks into the tavern, her cropped off blonde hair stirring slightly. She looks around and smiles. She was first to arrive.*

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