I'm wondering, what will Fantasyrole.org do, when the newbies discover the site? There are more of them than there are of us, so certainly we can't just ignore them... Which we wouldn't do, anyway, because the cure to their disease is education, but, what if they refuse to read the articles under "Gaming"? We can't just fence ourselves off in private rooms and forums while they tear the site's respectability to pieces... I'm worried, what if, in the *far* future, we go the way of Yahoo chat rooms? (Minus the pedophilia.)

FR seems much better equiped to handle it than yahoo. For one, The mods have the ability to ban a person and their personas (Someone correct me if I'm wrong in this), which means that those who run the chat have control over it as well. There is also the pleasure that this is not a corperate site. We don't have huge companies who we need to make happy, nor do we cater to everyone, only those interested in rp, whatever that means to them.

But despite all that, the fact is that its not the newbies that would be a danger. Many of us were newbies, and I bet there are quite a few newbies on the site already. Its a generic definition which does not do its group justice. I think what you are worried about are the ooc monkeys, which encompasses a wide range of subspecies including (but not limited to); the chat ooc monkey, the b00t3r, the forum/reviewer flamer, the n00b (not to be confused with newbie, they are permently stuck in a mindset and refuse to change, often polymorphing into other subspecies when it suits them), etc. These are not newbies, but a group of people who exist to torment us. I think though that Fantasy Role is equipped to handle them. It doesn't offer what they need for sustinence, and that alone prevents them from populating it.

Yer on the wrong forum..

If you havent noticed, the subject pisses me off. Because of some a***holes that cant leave little children alone, I am punished and not alowed to express myself or my tavern as I see fit.

I am LESS than pleased about ANY of this and would rather read it at my leisure when I am prepared to have my heart race so badly that there is real concern about high blood preasure than to happen across this ****** topic when I am doing systematic monitoring of the group.

I value your opinion too.. but lets keep the cliffside ooc about the CLIFFSIDE, eh? Or at least somewhat pertaiing to it.

Well, you see, I was kinda wonder if the Cliffside herself would take action, you know, because when I thought of forums and chatrooms to cloister myself in, Cliffside *was* my answer.

But, you da boss, boss. I'll take it elswhere next time.

My dearest sir.. What action would you think that the Cliffside should take? Several of us have taught newbees how to rp. Ive done it for years and I know Barrak has too.. he even has a site to help people just with that.. I have and will play with anyone.. just anyone that comes along and wants to play.

I have always insisted on one thing.. NO OOC in the chatroom. I am lax about it now.. the ten or so sentances that i pop out with some nights is an extreme for me. I joke that Barrak would rather we be quiet.. but in truth, thats why we have IMs right? for the OOC. The room should be all RP or have the illusion ruined.

Now there are some things that are a major concern for me.. one is the simple fact that Aliesh especially and MOST of my characters for that matter are adult gaming material. I tone down what i play CONCIDERABLY in respect for playing on Fantasy role.

The only Action I am discussing taking is starting a Yahoo group for adults only to post those posts that I wouldnt be willing to show my kid and refer the strand to those. Members only, over 18 only. Yeah.. thats what ive been concidering.

Now.. If you have any other suggestions of action I should take.. do share them.

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The only Action I am discussing taking is starting a Yahoo group for adults only to post those posts that I wouldnt be willing to show my kid and refer the strand to those. Members only, over 18 only. Yeah.. thats what ive been concidering.

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Check your PMs Sirene, I think we may be able to help you here. ;)

(Thanks for playing everyone. It was side splittingly fun!)

Cliffside Tavern
Chatting begins at 28 October 2005 @ 23:23


Dargon has joined the room.

Dargon has joined the room.

Kila has joined the room.

Aliesh has joined the room.

Aliesh says, The bartendress stood behind the bar, just as she should, but there was a different aire in the room.. Although each of the wall sconces and the candles on the table were lit, even the chandelleer hanging over the room was lit, and yet it seemed darker than normal. As you walked in, you expected to see a ghost in the dark corner or a vampire sucking on someone.. but.. this was the normal tone of the tavern. There was something different tonigh.. something earie.. and it wasnt the bartendress this time.

Quarion Siannodel Kakita has joined the room.

Allison has joined the room.

Quarion Siannodel Kakita The grey elf hasn't done much in the way of costuming... since his constant disguise pretty much treats every day as halloween. He has, however, intensified it by sticking shiny stars all over his purple robe, and wearing one of those ludicrous conical wizard-hats. His gold-inlaid spellbook remains under his arm, as always, and he still carries with him a complete magic/psionics dead zone.

Aliesh says, The bartendress stood behind the bar, just as she should, but there was a different aire in the room.. Although each of the wall sconces and the candles on the table were lit, even the chandelleer hanging over the room was lit, and yet it seemed darker than normal. As you walked in, you expected to see a ghost in the dark corner or a vampire sucking on someone.. but.. this was the normal tone of the tavern. There was something different tonigh.. something earie.. and it wasnt the bartendress this time.

Aliesh says, (lol welcome to the room)

Allison says, ( hey......lol, hi hi )

Aliesh says, (hi hunny.. welcome to the room)

Aliesh says, (reposting discription.. will do so after 2 people enter..)

Aliesh says, The bartendress stood behind the bar, just as she should, but there was a different aire in the room.. Although each of the wall sconces and the candles on the table were lit, even the chandelleer hanging over the room was lit, and yet it seemed darker than normal. As you walked in, you expected to see a ghost in the dark corner or a vampire sucking on someone.. but.. this was the normal tone of the tavern. There was something different tonigh.. something earie.. and it wasnt the bartendress this time.

Seven Devil Clever has joined the room.

Theran has joined the room.

Allison Allsion strides towards the tavern, making her way rapidly towards the building. She was in her housecat form, for the moment anyhow, so travel was very easy. As she neared the building, she leaps up onto one of the window frames along the side, and enters through there. Looking like a normal housecat, save for her fur was a deep violet colour, she lands on the floor and padds across the room. Any patrons that were standing, had thier ankles rubbed up against, and she mewls a soft lil hello to them. The Drow now catches her attention, and she moves towards him. As she got closer, she stopped and her form seemed to waver oddly, then she turns and runs away from him quickly.

Aliesh says, She moved down the bar and walked toward quarion, nodding to him and taking in the sparkles.. This coudl be a fearsome night.. Next thing you know someone will be walking in with pink robbons in her hair and a poodle on her skirt. She laid a hand on the bar across from Quarion and said. "Trick or treat?"

Seven Devil Clever Clever eyes the tavern, his pale blue eyes shining in the dark of night. he sticks his hands in his pockets, drawing a few golden coins from within. he smiles, closing his fingers and shaking his hand to hear them clink. "gold..ha..." he chuckles inwardly, moving through the door into the tavern. his bare feet make little sound as he moves and stands beside the bar, giving aliesh a polite smile. he lays a few gold coins on the bar. "will these do for my drinks, miss?" he slides the hood from his cloak, the shaggy blonde hair on his head looking a bit dishevelled.

Allison says, ( nuts, there goes MY costume....)

Theran says, He entered, as one does, into the tavern proper. The hybsil pauses just inside the door, the hackles on its back rising, and it turns, to see the head mounted on the wall. He shudders once, before moving among the tables. He is only a few feet tall, his slim frame agumented by the strength of hidden muscle. His bottom half resembles a yound deer, white strips along his back. His upper half is mor humanoid, albiet at the scale of a halfling. His nose is that of a deer, though his face is not elongated. The fur from his lower half continues up his chest, and up the center of his back to merge with his brown hair as well. Two beautiful velvet covered antlers rise from his head, giving him an extra half a foot of height. Cobwebs stretch between his antlers, and an arrow is seemingly sticking straight through him. Little orbs of light float in random patterns around the tuaric creature.

Allison says, ( eats Drow from her post, and replaces with Quarion, sorry )

Aliesh says, (problem.. am i loosing posts already? Q.. did you post after me?

Quarion Siannodel Kakita . o O (Nope... not yet.)

Quarion Siannodel Kakita In response, the white haired but fair-skinned elf lays his spellbook on the counter and opens it... revealing that the pages of the book have been glued together, and a square compartment carved into the book itself. And in the defaced book's core is a large clay jug with a lead stopper. "How can one safely answer you that?"

Allison She scampers off into the back room of the tavern, a few torches lit to illuminate the room. Shifting back into her natural form, the 4'6" tall neko walks over to where she'd stashed a small box. OPening it, she undresses, placing her pink silky dress to one side, then removing the gown in the box. She smiles, as she slips it on, then goes over to a mirror to look. She wore a gypsy style gown, dark cloth, with several hangy bits of metal to pleasingly reflect light, and make gently sounds to her movements. The gown was actually for a dancer to wear, but she liked the style. Placing her old dress into the box, she slid the box back under some other things, then exited into the tavern room again, and smiles at those inside. ( dress is like here http/www.bellydancer.ca/gypsy%20costume%20front.jpg )

Allison says, ( eats the face off the smiley )

Aliesh says, A smile slowly grew on her face as she looked at this man. She smiled at him as if this were some grand test and he had just passed it. "Good question. But if you drink from that you will owe me 25 gold for the loss of sales due to bringing your own liquer."

Quarion Siannodel Kakita says, "Is that right? Do you sell Sake?"

Seven Devil Clever . o O (that for me aliesh?)

Seven Devil Clever . o O (nevermind)

Theran . o O (Bright neon pink, yep.)

Seven Devil Clever . o O (can you guys read this?)

Seven Devil Clever . o O (right-o)

Theran He moves gracefully across the tavern floor, arriving over by Clever and Quarion. He is far to short to see over the counter, so he stands there, craning his neck upwards. "Hello, excuse me, Miss Bartender?" He asks politely.

Aliesh has joined the room.

Allison Seeing that Aliesh was busy with the elf customer, she makes her way around the room, intending to go behind the bar counter. The bits of metal hanging off her dress making soft lil sounds to her movements. Hearing Theran's call for a tender, she stops near to him, and smiles warmly down to him. "What can I get for you, small one?" She smiles once again, and awaits Theran's drink request.

Quarion Siannodel Kakita says, "Is that right? Do you sell Sake?" [Ponderously immense repost]

Theran . o O (Va. wb Aliesh. Didn't realize you left.)

Aliesh says, (appologies.. i need more ram if anyone happens to have a chip just laying around ~Opens my haloween bag~)

Allison says, ( got some, it's older stuff though )

Seven Devil Clever Clever takes a seat, propping up his elbows and resting his chin on clasped fingers. he eyes Theran, humming. He wriggles his fingers and mumbles, the floor under Theran raises a few feet so that he is level with the sitting patrons. He hums again, looking toward Aliesh with a smile. "I'll be having two shots of whiskey, an ale, and I'll be paying for this gentleman's first round." He nods toward Theran, gesturing toward the gold coins.

Aliesh says, (all caught up..)

Aliesh says, She looked from the elf that she was serving to the hibsol asking for a drink. She smiled to him and asked the same question she did of the elf. "Trick or Treat?"

Aliesh says, (opps.. forgot "looked from the elf that she was serving with a small shake of the head" ugh)

Theran He gives her a winning smile, which looks quite adorable one one who looks like him. "Gaia look favorably upon you, Feline friend." He is then addressed by the the other lady behind the counter. "Treat, I have enough Fae friends to play tricks upon." He gives her a bow of his head and then tosses on of the orbs circling him upwards. As it passes by Aliesh, a small wrapped candy with the words, "Reeses Cup" falls out of it, landing on the counter, before the little glowing ball returns to its circling of the hybsil. His dark brown eyes then land upon Allison once more. "I would so love a Birch Root Beer, if you have it."

Aliesh says, She nods at his wiliingness to recieve something good but an evil and dark look crossed her face and her eyes lifted to the space above the door as she pointed up there. Hanging over the door is a trophy of a rather annoying pest that was stealing from the gardens of the owner. The brown spots and the horns on the top of its head would lead you to believe at first glance that the Hybsil was simply an animal, but the human like eyes and mouth makes one look twice.

Quarion Siannodel Kakita takes the jug out of his spellbook, along with a small ceramic cup, and closes the marred volume with a hollow *thonk*, breaking the seal on it without a second thought. "Then you lose nothing."

Theran He need not look again, as he saw it when he entered, but the feeling of hairs upon his back raising returns.

Allison says, Allie glances up towards Aliesh' trophy, and then she frowns some, and looks back at Theren. Nodding slightly, she stands straight up again, then goes to get the Hybsil' order. Birch Root beer, she says softly to herself....I didn't know they made a beer from birch tree roots! Looking over the many odd bottles, she indeed finds one, and fills a mug with the stuff, then takes it over to Theran. Handing the mug to him, she smiles and says cheerfully "there you go, enjoy!"

Aliesh says, She reached clean over the bar and patted the Hybsil on the top of the head just between the horns, that was IF she could get that close and then went back to work. A treat he asked for and a trick he got.. but it wasnt a trick.. It was her opinion put on display for everyone to see. She looked back at Quarion and her hand again fell on that bar infront of him. "I am out something. I may not serve sake, but if I did not have that availabe, then you would be ordering something else. If you always bring your own drink, then concider it a rental fee for the stool and compensation for wasting my time.

Aliesh says, "

fallingforit has joined the room.

Seven Devil Clever The blonde man sighs, resting his cheek on one palm, eyeing the trophy above the door. He watches the tendress walk around behind the bar, ignoring his order and his money on the bar. He uses his left hand to rub the bridge of his nose, looking tired. It had been a long few days, looking for work. He'd found it, though. An aging farmer and his wife needing a strong back and steady hand to work the field and tend to his animals. He'd received his first bit of pay as he'd taken the man's yields into the nearest village. The last time he'd come here he'd gotten similar treatment: spite. Though he could see the appeal of this place, as it was the only place to buy alcohol within ten leagues. He shrugged to himself, waiting still.

Quarion Siannodel Kakita His posture shifts... he holds the neck of his sake jug in his left hand, the right has disappeared from view. "I drink rice wine, nothing else, for religious reasons. When it cannot be provided, I rely on my own waning supply." The word 'waning', as he says it, almost sounds like 'warning'. "If my preference for a drink you do not serve is causing you to waste your own breath, then this is your problem, not mine."

Theran He allows her to pat him on the head, though it messes up the cobwebs strung between the antlers. He grins quite broadly at the mug of his favorite beverage, accepting it gladly. "Thank you Feline friend, very much." He takes the mug in both his nimble hands, inhaling the sweet scent. He begins to back up when he pauses, "What do I owe you for this?"

Aliesh says, "Then tell me this, Elf" and the way she said his race was spat like an insult. "..Why do you come to a bar and bring your own liquer? What is it that you need so badly here that you couldnt do out there?" She pointed out the paritally opened shutter to the windwo to her left. "Attention?? Well you found that."

Allison She thinks Theran's question over, for a lil while, then shrugs a bit. The Rootbeer wasn't alcoholic....and this was a tavern that served alcohol, primarily. Smiling down to the Hybsil...he really was a cute lil thing, she thinks to herself, she then says softly : "Happy Halloween, no charge for that stuff" : She said it low, so ALiesh no hear her....just in case :

Quarion Siannodel Kakita says, ""

Theran His nose actually wiggles at her, his grin unable to get any larger. "Thank you so much. I insist you join me for a drink, then. It is only fair."

Mummy has joined the room.

fallingforit has left the room.

Aliesh says, (welcome mummy.. dont be dismayed at the lack of atual costumes..there will be more joining soon enough)

Quarion Siannodel Kakita says, "Shelter, assurance... don't be a fool. Do you know what walks out there tonight?" His right arm can be traced down into the folds of his robe, his hand probably somewhere at his left side... A prized spell component, perhaps?

Aliesh says, "Aye, I know exactly what walks out here at night." She put out her hand. "And you have repeted my reasons for charging you to drink your own liquer in my establishment. 25 gold." she said as she wiggled the fingers of her opened hand.

Reidan L'Tarna has joined the room.

Krisuvial has joined the room.

Glen Fallaway has joined the room.

Nymboline has joined the room.

Mummy 's dusty hand pushes open the door to the tavern. Discombobulated lurching steps bring the mummy into the room. It stands just inside the door and looks slowly around. Dust, bits of dessicated linen, and dead scarab beetle parts drop to the floor.

Glen Fallaway . o O (Hey partay!)

Aliesh says, The bartendress stood behind the bar, just as she should, but there was a different aire in the room.. Although each of the wall sconces and the candles on the table were lit, even the chandelleer hanging over the room was lit, and yet it seemed darker than normal. As you walked in, you expected to see a ghost in the dark corner or a vampire sucking on someone.. but.. this was the normal tone of the tavern. There was something different tonigh.. something earie.. and it wasnt the bartendress this time.

Seven Devil Clever he pulls the gold coins off of the bar, slipping them back into his pocket with a wan smile. This was what some referred to as reverse thinking. He put his money on the bar, which did not garner the attention of the tendress. She saw how much anger she showed at the man who was unwilling to pay, and thought that should he take away his money she might notice him and take his order. Then he clasps his hands together on the bar, propping his elbows up on the bar and resting his chin on the top of his clasped fingers.*

Allison She moves in behind the bar counter, her gypsy dress costume's metal parts making thier gentle sounds. Now, she looks over the patrons here this eve, especially the one that Aliesh is...speaking with. Seeing her outstretched hand, and her general demeanour, she grins and giggles softly.

Quarion Siannodel Kakita slowly turns to face the shuffling noises, staring at the mummy in what can only be described as an impolite manner... and whips a tiny ball of something at it, flawlessly uttering the incantation for a Fireball! This would normally result in one hell of a lot of burning and pain... but the little clump of spell components doesn't ignite into the common fireblast the spell is known to cause. Instead, it falls harmlessly to the ground. "Those, for example. And now that one is in here, you are continuing to fail to provide me any form of service whatsoever." His hand disappears back into his robe as he turns back to face Aliesh in a hurry. "This, madam, is simply extortion. Take it to someone you are capable of intimidating."

Reidan L'Tarna has left the room.

Krisuvial says, The petite elf would find herself moving into Cliffside, a newcomer amongst the seasoned, perhaps one of them, or the only one. It didn't matter. The green robed mage moved through the crowd, hood drawn over her head to cast a comely, young, face in the shadows. Her lips curled up in a smirk as she meandered, pearly teeth flashing briefly, and digits would tighten around the staff in which she walked with.

Mummy slouches across the floor, left leg dragging behind uselessly. A streak of light dust is left in its wake. It crawls up onto a stool at the bar. An expressionless face (naturally because it is covered in bandages) turns toward the bartenderess. Dry grunting and scraping sounds that must be something like speech emit from behind the cloth: "Trrhhhdddhhh.....rrrhhhhhhghgh..." The mummy raises one arm slowly to point at the bottles of liquor.

Mummy reflexes dulled by four or more milleniea of restless sleep react to the threat of a fireball. "RRRHRHHHRRGGHH!!" Hands flail helplessly in the direction of the attack, even though there is no danger there anymore. In the desperate waving and swatting, one of the fingers of the left hand falls off and onto the bartop. The crispy flesh crumbles into dust right on the ironwood.

Aliesh says, "Allison, serve him." she pointed to Mummy without looking over first. "I am dealing with someone....."

Count Chocula has joined the room.

Aliesh says, (lmao! welcome to the room chocula)

Count Chocula . o O (Thaaaank you.)

Count Chocula . o O (Oh, and buy my cereal.)

Mummy gives a much higher and more distressed muffled howl when it sees the finger ruined on the bartop. "ARrrhrhreeeheerhrhr!" Desperately the mummy grabs the digit and tries to reattach it. It holds the finger to the left hand with the other fingers there, and tries to wrap old bandages around it. Of course the 4000 year old cloth mostly tears or simply turns to dust, to the continued frustration and terror of the undead creature. "RRR!!" Frantic twisting and wrapping causes the mummy knock off TWO MORE fingers of the same hand! "EEEEEEEEEE!"

Seven Devil Clever says, *Clever blinks, looking at what was a finger for a moment. He eyes the mummy with raised eyebrows. That, he says to himself, is the final straw. He stands from his seat at the bar, moving to the door and opening it to look outside. He watches the wind blow in the pitch black of the fall evening, listening to the branches creak. His thoughts turn to walking back to the farm alone on this creepy eve and he narrows his eyes. "Er...Well, mayhap one or two more straws won't hurt." He resumes his seat, pulling the gold coins from his pocket and laying them on the bar again.

Mummy says, http/science.nasa.gov/headlines/y2005/27oct_halloween.htm (Mars comes close tomorrow night, should be scary bright. Muahahaha!)

Count Chocula A bat, a dark bat of darkest chocolate, flutters about and lands upon a window sill. The bat then becomes a vampire of sorts, who holds a box of cereal. Chocolate cereal. "Muhwaha--!" The cackle of chocolate insanity is cut short by the sills betrayal of his arse, and in turn the crashing to the ground.

Theran has left the room.

Aliesh says, (having comptuer problems again.. i may hjave to reboot)

Seven Devil Clever has left the room.

Seven Devil Clever . o O (ah...good thing i read the prompt on fantasyrole's front page to dress up.)

Seven Devil Clever . o O (sorry for bothering you all, i'll leave you to it.)

Count Chocula . o O (Velcome.)

Bride of Frankenstien has joined the room.

Kurt has joined the room.

Aliesh has left the room.

Bride of Frankenstien says, (Hello love.. Now who wanted the massage?? )

Count Chocula stands and brushes off his cape. A hurt expression is upon his face; it is soon removed by a handful of 'Chocula Snacks', vrey nearly stuffed into his face by his 'Chocula-Unit' hand bling bejeweled hand. "Yesss!" Lightning strikes in the background- it has a very brown hue. The flash of light also heralds the spontaneous opening of the doors, so that those within may behold the great Count Chocula, 'Chocula Snacks' in bling-encrusted hand, posing with cape fluttering behind.

Count Chocula says, /edit Kill the first hand.

Nymboline has left the room.

Kurt Halloween, the one night he could be himself. Basking in the moonlight, he nearly dances as he pushes open the door the the ramshackle building. The blue furred Elf Smiles at all within, his fangs just visible. His tail flicks from side to side, he was nervous, but for once it wasn't about acceptence. *Bamf* And he appears by the bar, or rather upon it, squating. His eyes, white with the pupils standing out dark against them, scan the room and all within.

Bride of Frankenstien skulking into the room, whatever skulking means, she made her way through the door and turned and gasped in fear at the candle on the table nearest her. She then turned and saw the candle to the right, again she gasped. Have you any idea How very many candles there are in this place. each gasp was accompanied by her hands raised toward her open mouth with a look of horror on her face and two steps backward.

Moralinde has joined the room.

Moralinde has left the room.

Mummy now with a hand with only a pinky and a thumb, the mummy stops trying to repair the appendage. It holds the hand up off the bartop, staring at it with eyes that cannot see. A moment later it glances furitively to the right and left, and behind the bar where there was nobody present. Assured that nobody was watching, the mummy brushed the crumbled remnants of three fingers and wrappings onto the floor. Then it polishes the dusty spot with a nearby drink napkin. Once again it makes sure nobody saw the action. Then it starts to make a dry rasping sound, like air passing through dead tree branches. It was trying to whistle, innocently. Only problem was, the Mummy's lips were dry and inflexible.

Apathetic Ghost has joined the room.

Krisuvial has left the room.

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Bride of Frankenstien says, She stumbled backward, completly freaking out at the chandaleer that she just saw hanging, calling to her doom, it was... She let out a high pitched scream as she backed into someone toward the bar. Her hands moved dramatically toward her own ears, as if to shield them from her own howl.. and that poor mummy.. stuck behind her against the bar. He couldnt have the body weight that one would assume Count Chocula would have.

Creature has joined the room.

Ghostofhalloweenpresent says, "Boooooooooogaaahhh! Nyahahaha." The voice seemed to drone in everyone's ears. "Trick, treat, trick, treat, trick!" The apparation materialized in the center of the room, her form nearly transparent.

Count Chocula Disappointed no one appreciated his entrance, he decides to take the fight to the consumer. Targetting The distraught and the mummy, he spawns a pair of bowls, both filled to green-marshmellow-and-chocolate-frothing, milk spilling, teeth rotting wonderment. "Take a biiiiite! It is so goood!"

Quarion Siannodel Kakita shakes his head slowly, returning the lead cap to his clay jug and slipping it back into the compartment in his damaged spellbook. Madness all around him... on all sides... and oddly having vanished from behind the bar. Still, protected against any mystical or otherwise unnatural occurence by the curse he has grown to live with, the white-haired elf does not lose his cool. Within ten feet of his wizardly-looking personage, the only functioning method of perception is one's own two eyes... the only force that which physical entities may exert. "Extortion, I say. The screaming is new... but at least I know where I am now."

Creature The tall shape makes his shambling way toward the building, his thick brow furrowing in concentration. He makes his way to the door, huge hand turning the knob and opening it. The Creature steps in, towering over most in the bar at close to seven feet in height. He wears a dark grey overcoat, which he leaves on even as he takes a seat at the bar. His huge black boots make resounding clunking noises when he walks. His yellow eyes glance at the women behind the bar and he knocks on the wood, his immense strength making this call for service into more of a slamming noise. He looks at the elf, grinning broadly.

Kurt His fanged grin only opens wider. "Vell, dis is vhere I should come every year." He suddenly bounces backwards, flipping in mid air to land on the wall behind the bar, his tail darting out and grabbing a bottle before his legs propel him off and he lands back on the countertop, near Quarion. "Dis is the place to be, ya?" He asks the man in the elf costume, as he pops the cork on the bottle and takes a deep drink of the liquid within.

Apathetic Ghost . o O (Oh.. my.. I did forget something)

Apathetic Ghost says, It wafts in dearly departed through the crack under the front door, appearing as nothing more than a fist mist on a cool autumn night. For the moment. With a listless groan, barely audible above the pitter patter of even tiny mice feet, the ghost gives itself form: more or less gathering its torpid and purgatorial particles into a lumpy, diaphanous, near-human shaped cloud. Spying the other apparition already populating the room, it gives a heavy sigh, lifts the dark shadows of its eyes to the ceiling and glides over to the bar, expecting to frighten no one.

Ghostofhalloweenpresent says, (im laughing too hard to type)

Bride of Frankenstien says, (then please continue.. solong as it isnt a torch)

Mummy is crushed by the attractive woman with black and white hair, and brittle snapping sounds within its torso echo throughout the tavern. It gasps, as much as it can, and moans with resigned frustration. It braces itself against the bar with what's left of both arms now. However, the bowl of cereal offered by the foreign nobleman is appreciated. It reaches out with the good hand, takes the bowl, and brings it to where its lips used to be. It pours the cereal onto its face. It dribbles down over the rotted jaw and onto the chest. Bone dry wrapping soaks up the milk.

Bride of Frankenstien says, (im glad i am not the only one. )

Apathetic Ghost . o O (Oh, I meant.. I forgot to do the : *blushes*)

Kila has joined the room.

Quarion Siannodel Kakita The elf in the wizard costume nods, removing his hat and placing it atop the spellbook already on the counter. "Only so long as the owner is missing, trust me. And you might not like to be so close." He leaves any possible reasons for that unsaid... how do you tell someone that you carry an aura which denies the use of any sort of Power at all?

Mummy has joined the room.

Ghostofhalloweenpresent She peers over at the other worldly spirit, and gave it a grin, before floating behind the neareest patron. She was going to have some fun, oh yes she was. Her target, count chocula... "I shall have a boooowll of your chocolate goodness..." And then, she would open her palm, and move as if to drop a clod of dirt, and some wriggling worms into that bowl.]

Mummy . o O (Didn't miss anything in my brief booting, no?)

Bride of Frankenstien says, (no)

Kila she walks in wearing a light purple tank top that is cut off at the middle,black flair leg jeans,a waist cut black leather jacket and a pair of black spiked heal boots. Her stright black hair fell to her waste, her green eyes scanned over the tavern as she enterend, she headed over to the bar and took a seat on an empty stool, her back to the bar she continued to look around the tavern.:

Bride of Frankenstien Her back got soaked by all that, the mummy was a bit thin after all. She stood and moved away from the bar with a push. Did she ever walk forward? She backed away from the cereal soaked mummy and moved toward a table.. going directly through someone or another. She found the table with her hands behind her and leaned on it, half sitting. She sighed as she had a moment of peace, but the look of horror in her eyes didnt seem to go away.. she looked like an owl on crack.

Kurt "Vhy? na, nevermind, who cares? It a par-tay!" He lets out a laugh as he takes another swig from the bottal and does a cartwheel down the bartop, ending up by Kila. His tail finally deposits the bottle in one of his hands, as he squats down, his white eyes filled with mirth as he watches the interactions beyond him.

Kila she turns around on the stool, now facing the bar she looks down the bar to see if there is a tender, She slips her jacket off and places it in her lap

Count Chocula Cartoony face lit up like a flaming clown, more and more cereal appears. He juggles some here, throws some at ghosts there, and makes sure to throw plenty in directions where they may be found upon one's face.

Kila :she looks over to who seemed to end up next to her out of nowhere, a look of surprize crossed her face but on for a moment, now as she looked at him she showed no emotion at all

Apathetic Ghost raises its pathetic excuse of an arm and attempts to gain the attention of the bar tender with a rather slow, languid gesture of its limb, which merely disrupts the dust motes in the air and distorts the physical appearance of the bit of space the ghost's limb barely occupies. Hardly enough of a red flag. "Oh well.." it mutters in the raspy voice that many of the dead come back to pester the living rasp with. "I wouldn't be able to drink anything anyway.." Which is true enough, for the ghost doesn't even truly perch on the stool it claims, in stead, hovers over it, faintly visible.

Count Chocula watches a bowl of raw, pure, untainted, tantalizing, godly, ambrosiatic chocolate GOODNESS careens towards the ectoplasmic being.

Ghostofhalloweenpresent is ignored, so she'd simply drift away from the ceral throwing being, marshmallows and chunks of grain flying right through her form. "Boring." she muttered, and would move to settle herself at the bar. She'd settle down, and peer about, liquid colored eyessettling on random forms.

RedDragon has joined the room.

Mummy now has a huge crushed groove horizontally across its chest, and a stump for a left hand. The jaw and neck and upper chest is soaked with milk and cereal, and the mummy decides to cut its losses. It gets to ... its feet with a great deal of effort and begins to shamble toward the door. It takes great care to avoid the others that are pinballing around the tavern.

Quarion Siannodel Kakita doesn't permit any of the crunchy/marshmallowey chocobits near him. Some kind of gleaming metallic sheen fills the air in front of him like a shield, his right arm blazing around at speeds just above the pinnacle of mortal capability. When the cereal barrage ends, there is a small pile of it on the floor in front of him... and a soft *click* from somewhere at his left hip. "Careless..."

Creature The blank yellow eyes roll around the room slowly with what appears to be a complete lack of comprehension. His gaze falls on The Bride, recognition dawning on his features. Great God, could it truly be her? Victor worked so hard, and she'd run before they'd even had a chance to become acquainted. He stands, making his way back toward her with some difficulty due to his size.

RedDragon says, /me

Bride of Frankenstien says, Fire licked up her arm. She had been leaning on the table with her hand near the candle and she didnt even realise she was on fire. Dead flesh not having many nearve endings and all.

Kila has left the room.

RedDragon . o O (brb)

Kurt He gives Kila his demonic like smile as his gaze rests upon her briefly. It than focuses in on the impressive skills of Quarion. "Dude. Zat is how to fight...." He takes another long drought of the nameless bottle he holds, afterwards offering it to Kila, only to find she'd vanished. "Ah, vell." *Bamf* And he is sqauting down now near the Count and the Mummy, watching their antics.

RedDragon carefully walks into the Tavern, he looks back and fourth.. surveying the the area

Mummy steps out of the tavern and closes the door behind itself. When it closes a bit of stray bandage is caught between the door and the doorframe. Whilst walking down the path away from the cliffside in the darkness, the mummy's right leg is systematically unravelled without the Mummy's noticing.

Kurt . o O (Oops, didn't see him leave, then just by the count.)

Bride of Frankenstien says, She looked behind her only to see flames licking up past her elbow. She extended her arm out infront of her and waved it around, unbending like it was splinted. Flames flew everywhere. She stood and again started her movement backwards, howling like a banshee as she tried to excape the fire.

Apathetic Ghost Pays no mind to the hurtling bowls of sugary breakfast bombs, as one haplessly zooms through what might be its head. Until the Apathetic Ghost notices a whisp of itself clinging to one crunchy tidbit as it soars aboard its ceramic saucer and into the wall.. "That was my last hair.." Uncertain of how or why it remembers that, the ghost opens its phantom pie-hole and emits a worbly wail. Taking flight from its seat with unexpected vigor, the ghost propells itself into one of the sugar-bobs that made it through the crash with the wall and inhabits its small, crunchy universe. Now having some phyiscal form, the ghost in its guise flings itself at the Count's head for swift and mighty retribution.

Creature He glances at The Brides arm, eyes widening with intense fear. But he had set his mind on this, and would not be deterred, not even by the fury of hell! He shoves aside a table and chairs as though they were made of paper to get to her, pulling off his coat as he goes. Once beside her, he uses his coat to smother the flames, keeping his eyes closed so that he wouldn't have to see the fire.

Ghostofhalloweenpresent . o O (-falls over- brb ggp lol)

Count Chocula . o O (sorry, was afk for a moment...)

Count Chocula lets loose a horrible roar! "You cannot touch me! I am a commercialised GAHD! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

Creature . o O (change "as though they were made of paper" to "as though they were nothing at all")

Count Chocula . o O (Who's Creature?)

Apathetic Ghost Having no olfactory capablities, the ghost does not halt at the stench of burning flesh and hair, but continues its heedless charge of carbohydratey doom... Until the overwhelmingly powerful cry of the Count blows the ghost off its course.. and it plunks into a stein of lukewarm beer. How humiliating.

Bride of Frankenstien says, (LMO really?)

Creature . o O (Frankenstein's creature)

Creature . o O (..yeah...)

Count Chocula . o O (I meant which persona commanding, but...)

Creature . o O (his profile was hastily done and i guess i didn't make the description clear enough. never seen the movie so i focused on the book ^^)

Bride of Frankenstien says, (Well then.. commere hunny!)

Ghostofhalloweenpresent . o O (ahahaha ahahahahah Count Choc, hahaha... -hops back IC-)

Kurt "Vhat an interesting evening. If only de others vere here to spend it as vell..." He finishes off the bottle, tossing aside, as he falls of the bar backwards laughing at the ghost and count chocula. Right before he hits the floor, brimstone can be smelt, and there is a distinct *Bamf* He reappears upon the roof of the tavern, still rolling and laughing.

Apathetic Ghost . o O (That poor, innocent Mummy..)

Mummy out in the forest away from the tavern, the Mummy is now mostly unwrapped from the waist down. Its gender is still uncertain, hideous as that may be the 'mun will leave that to your imagination. However, the disturbing sight of a half naked 4000 year old walking corpse does not last long; a pack of ravenous wolves that live not far from the tavern see only a dried leathery, bone filled chew toy. They fall upon the cursed creature, and it tries in vain to fight them off. Soon, the mummy is completely torn asunder and the wolf pack lies about, lazily chewing on their new snacks.

Bride of Frankenstien says, She looks over at Creature, ready do say thank you and the screaming started again.. Did NOTHNG scare this diva of the dead? she started backing away in that stiff limbed seared and char broiled movements she had been making.

Creature . o O (unfortunate *tsk tsk tsk*)

Ghostofhalloweenpresent . o O (oh my god hahaha)

Kurt . o O (thats so sad.....)

Bride of Frankenstien says, (where is Tobias when you need him to lead a pack?)

Kurt . o O (I don't get it. Cassie would be better to do such a thing.)

Creature . o O (night, thanks for making me laugh ^^)

Mummy . o O (Gnite Ghost)

Creature The creatures speaks in a very deep, but surprisingly eloquent tone. "Please, please don't run away again! And stop screaming, it drives me crazy!" He slams a white hand into a table, breaking off the rounded end of it. He puts a hand to his mouth, looking at the damaged table. "Ooo...Not good..." Then he turns his attention back to the bride.

Apathetic Ghost . o O (Goodnight everyone.)

Bride of Frankenstien says, (night ghost.. thanks for playing)

Bride of Frankenstien says, (looks at the name and just starts laughing)

Kurt . o O (Adios ghost.)

Cinco De Mayo Mariachi Singers has joined the room.

Bride of Frankenstien says, (you'll see(

Count Chocula . o O (o.O)

Creature . o O (well...*i* wasn't expecting that.)

Cinco De Mayo Mariachi Singers says, "AY AY AY YYiiii YIieee!!" Outside the cliffside tavern, up tempo happy mariachi music starts to play with a festive guitar chorus. "Senores y senioritas, La Banda de Cinco de Mayo has returned!" Dancing boots beat a happy tempo over the porch to the tavern, and the door opens with a slam. The four member Mariachi band dances into the room, playing "Celito Lindo" at a fast tempo.

Ghostofhalloweenpresent . o O (stop it! yall are killing me hahaha)

Dargon has joined the room.

Kurt He finally regains his breath. and sits up on the roof. Loping over to one side, and using his tail, he hangs down upside down, looking in one of the windows.

Bride of Frankenstien says, She stumbled right into the door and made her way backwards on the porch.. Toward the lake she went, trying to out run the man she was created for. A high pitched scream filled the night's air as she saw dogs feeding on a cereal laden mummy.

Quarion Siannodel Kakita stands from the barstool he didn't have to pay for after all, and walks slowly and purposefully toward the Mariachi band. "Alright... this is where I draw the line. That rubbish sounds like a band of goblin war drummers with upset stomachs, slowly being fed to an ogre with a mandolin!"

Bride of Frankenstien says, (thanks for playing everyone)

Creature . o O (night)

Kurt . o O (thanks to you Mein Fruend.)

Cinco De Mayo Mariachi Singers Of the four members of the band, the older violin player was the wisest Grandfather figure of the group. He sees the approach of another irritated bar patron. Wisely, he steps behind the youngest member of the group (the trumpet player.) The young man playing trumpet is oblivious to the approach, and keeps playing while winking to the attractive women visiting the tavern this night.

Bride of Frankenstien has left the room.

Dargon has left the room.

Kurt has left the room.

Kurt THe band was something, very interesting. But he didn't agree with that elf dude, they were pretty good. He smiles sadly, for who knows what reason. A single tear drops from his eye, and he goes *bamf* into the night, onto other pastures.

Ghostofhalloweenpresent has left the room.

Cinco De Mayo Mariachi Singers . o O (heheh I also gotta split, damn. Talk with you guys soon)

Count Chocula . o O (Was Afk again. How sad! I know Cielito Lindo by heart ;o)

Cinco De Mayo Mariachi Singers The mariachi band darts for cover in four different directions... as they often do when they leave the Cliffside Tavern. The philistines here never appreciated fine musica.

Cinco De Mayo Mariachi Singers . o O (heh. Adios! Happy Halloween)

Quarion Siannodel Kakita turns from the scattering mariachis, collecting his things from the bar... and walking out to put the rapidly emptying building behind him. Nobody at the Academy would have believed this...

RedDragon has joined the room.

Quarion Siannodel Kakita has left the room.


Chatting finishes at 30 October 2005 @ 22:54

I just reached MODEST EXPLORER. This is too funny since I have never been either. I just think thats hallarious.

yeah. Weary Traveller. i've been both, but Explorer of the Deep i have never been. ^_^

then perhaps it is time to speak to Saemon about that plight LOL

I'm planning on running a super-campaign here, an adventure spanning the entire coastline of a continent on my map (Link URL), from the Cliffside to the underside of what lookes like a horses hoof on the west coast. So, while I'm certainly not experienced at this, I expect the whole thing (which will start off in the Cliffside Forum, then move quickly to the Revelation Group RP Forum "The Open Sea") will be at least twice as exciting as hanging around in a tavern. At least. If you want to join, reply to this post or PM me, and show up at the Cliffside when the Revelation docks there.

However, since I am inexperienced at this, I'm also looking for a person or persons to help me GM the game, what with keeping track of NPC-types and generation of place names and layouts and such. I've looted the web for maps and pictures of interesting places which I hope to incorporate into the campaign, and an outline of the adventure, stops we'll make, people who'll save our asses from freezing off. You know. If you're interested, reply to this post, PM me, or send me an IM (the_pirate_saemon), and I'll show you my outline (which is flexible.)

(This is a FANTASY ONLY campaign.)

Follow the Greenish Arrows!

I just feel it necessary to tell you that the cliffside tavern is two miles from the ocean. "Docking at the cliffside" has proven impossible for all but two boats.. and they were only able to dock at the falls that eventually feed out to the ocean because One flew and the other was very very small, a raft actually.

Let's just say the Revelation can 'handle it'.