The Golden Drake Rp Thread

[jtucker40 47]

The moon is high in the sky as you walk down the highway away from the Cloud Temple.  Rain pours down upon your cloak as you trudge along the muddy road, head down.  As you near the Anthos Crossroads, you come across a large tavern building, light blazing through the thick windows.  You decide to walk nearer, seeking the warmth and comfort of an inn, especially at this time of night.  A sign above the door identifies the inn as the "Golden Drake."  You reach the door, and as you open it you are greeted with a warm blast of friendly conversation and delicious smells.  The smiling bartender looks to you, motioning towards a seat at the bar.  "What can I get you, friend?"

 

((Anyone is free to walk in at anytime, even if there is a conversation going on.  I'll do my best to get to everyone.))

[Bircalin 332]

The fusion of a torrential downpour and the stinging and bitter bite of night ate away at Bircalin. The sight of the homely Golden Drake had left his mind wanton on nothing more than to sit and bask in the warmth of a tavern's company.
As he enters he raises his palm in an almost dismissive manner to Faendal, a good friend of his.
"Nothing for me just yet, Faendal. I think I'll dry myself off first. Is it any bother if I take a seat for myself?"

Leaving little time for Faendal to respond, Bircalin slips over to the furthest and darkest corner of the Drake that he can find. His mossy green cloak's hood remains cast over his head as he hunkers down into his newly-claimed territory, the raindrops from moments ago pattering down onto the thick, splintered oak of the table.

Allowing his dark, wavy and now soaked hair to drape onto his chest, Bircalin takes to drying his expendable clothing ranging from small and medium-sized satchels to Indelwehn's sheath attached to his belt. He knows this would keep him occupied as those that leave the Cloud Temple would surely see the tavern upon their travels and inspect if curious.

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Faendal smiles at his old friend as he goes to sit in the corner, wiping down a dirty mug with the patchwork cloth set upon the tavern bar.

 

"Give me a holler if you need anything Bircalin."

[Dromui 755]

Azel shuffles down the lonesome and empty road, Elerel beside him and his long red cape pulled tight around him to fight of the bitter chill of the rain filled night. His breath becomes visible before him as his breathing becomes more labored and he cannot help but frown. His superior eyes catch a faint glimpse of light several hundred feet down the darkened road. As he approaches, he pulls the red hood of his cloak up and covers his head, to both warm and shield him as he sees that it is a tavern. Azel studies the cold and dark environment around him before turning back to the tavern.

"I wonder if they'd allow a Drow Ranger and his companion so far from home in.."

 

Azel grins softly, uncaring as he pulls open the door slightly and steps inside, leaving it open for his companion behind him. His eyes move quickly around the room, studying anything and everything that is visible before he looks to a two chair table under a window. It is far enough from people to be bothered and close enough to to the fireplace for him to stay warm, also allowing him a glimpse of the dark outside. Azel trudges to it quickly, and sits down, ignoring looks from any who care enough to stare.

 

"The Golden Drake..." 

 

Azel notes the name as he studies the table he sits at.

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Elerel stand in the open door, his arms folded. As Azel walks over the door begins to close on him. He dashes a few steps forward, his foot slightly kicking out to prevent the door from hitting him. As the door closes behind him, he mutters to himself,

"Companion..."

He says, rolling his eyes. His eyes drift to the fire, then to his friend sitting at the table near to it. He briskly walks over to it, his cloak lagging slightly behind his body. He plops his self across from his friend.

"Nice to find warmth, yeah? Wonder what they serve here...."

His eyes slowly drift over to the counter.

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Faendal's eyes shift from his dirty ale mug to the two elves seated together, his eyes and grin widening as he recognizes their faces.

 

"Hail Sentinels.  What can I get you on this cold and dreary night?"

[Dromui 755]

Azel looks up, pulling the hood of his crimson cloak as he recognizes the Elf that has spoken with him and he smiles. His expression quickly returns to its normal, stoic nature and he holds up a hand in greeting. His eyes study the Elf, surprised he bothered to speak with Elerel and himself. He quickly realizes that he mentioned him being a Sentinel and he nods slowly.

 

"The both of us are on leave as of now. We were granted a break for traveling and such. You may just call me Azel, the title matters little."

 

Azel turns to Elerel, and raises an eyebrow before turning back.

 

"If you have any food, as well as water that would be fantastic..."

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Faendal nods, retaining his his radiant expression.  With a bend of his knees he places the now clean mug beneath the counter along with the rest, standing back up with a small parchment menu in his hand.

 

"Coming right up, I'll be right with you."

 

He reaches back down beneath the counter and retrieves two large glasses, filling them at the tap with water.  Reaching down into the icebox he scoops up a handful of ice cubes, dropping them into the glasses softly.  Holding the glasses in each of his hands and the menu pinned between elbow and torso, Faendal makes his way over to the table.  He sets the glasses on the table, and reads off the menu to the two elves.

 

"Alright, today's special is a slab of mutton sprinkled in parsley and salt with a side of an Oren baked potato.  We also have all kinds of steak, grilled and fried chicken, carrot and mushroom stew, bass and carp, pumpkin pie, poundcake, and cookies for dessert.  If you would like I could bring out a drink menu for you two to look over."

 

Faendal looks back to the two, awaiting a response.

[Dromui 755]

Azel nods along as the Elf speaks, committing everything that is said to memory, he waits for him to finish before taking a sip of his water. He drains half of it quickly, his parched throat reviving as the water slides down, filling him with slight satisfaction at the wondrous, no taste. He puts the glass down before him, careful not to break it before turning to look back at him.

 

"I would like the special..." 

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He looks up at Faendal, a hand resting on the glass.

"The same for me."

He says, bringing the glass up to his mouth to take a sip of the water

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Faendal tucks the menu back into his apron, nodding to the elves.

 

"Coming right up.  I'll be a few minutes."

 

He walks back to the bar, opening the door in the back and walking down in the basement.  The searing heat from the roaring ovens cause his eyes to squint as he slips on oven mitts and opens the largest one.  Two plates along side him, he withdraws two fresh slabs of mutton and two baked potatoes from the heating rack, placing them on the plates.  With a few motions of his hand, he sprinkles parsley leaves on top of the mutton and slices of butter onto the potatoes.  Carrying them precariously in his hands, he walks back up the stairs and sets them on the elves' table.

 

"Here you are, enjoy your meal."

[Dromui 755]

Azel nods to him as he comes back with the food. He cannot help but lick his lips as he studies each and every bit of it. The air around them fills with the smell of cooked meat and baked potatoes. For a moment, Azel's stoic look turns into one of hunger. 

 

"Thank you... You may sit and enjoy the meal with us if you like."

[jtucker40 47]

Faendal smiles, looking over his shoulder to see if there were any more customers to serve.  Spotting none, he shrugs and removes his apron, hanging it on the back of a third chair. 

 

"I don't see why not, I don't think there is anyone else here to serve."

 

He sits down, letting out a large sigh as he relaxes his legs and back.

 

"So, how have you two been?"

[Dromui 755]

Azel shrugs and rips half of the meat from his own food and half of the potato. He places it on the edge of the plate for Faendal. He takes a few bites of his mutton before placing it back down and turning to face Faendal. Azel swallows the foot and drinks some water before speaking. 

"Well enough... My companion and I have traveled for nearly a month, and we have had quite an adventure. We are hoping to continue the streak. How about you, I hope you are in the same boat. Have you been well?"

[jtucker40 47]

Faendal takes the food offered to him, stuffing his exhausted face with the baked potato.  As he wipes the butter away from his lips her turns to Azel.

 

"I have been very well.  I lived in Malinor for a while, but seeing as it is not a friendly city for tavern entrepreneurs, decided to move out here.  However, I might forgo this soon enough in seek of more adventure.  Perhaps privateering is my calling, back in Asulon I sailed in the Holm Royal Navy."