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The Lady And Lord Inn (RP)


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Riften, a city of deep secrets. From the wily vendors of the streets above, to the notorious Thieves’ Guild in the sewers below, every nook and cranny houses a dirty, dark enigma just waiting to be found. Sometimes the reward is great, and sometimes it is a thing one will rue until the day they die. From the very moment you enter the gates, your senses are overwhelmed with so many sensations: the rank smell of sitting water, moldy and stale, the sound gruff arguing around a corner, the feel of hot, moist air against the flesh threatening to smother your breath away… Everything screams “leave this place” but something takes a hold on you. You can’t leave. You’re drawn into the throng, a curious pull on your soul leading you into the shadowy heart of the city, the rowdiness in the air singing to you, seducing you…but wait! Something catches your eye as you pass by a set of rickety, rotting wooden stairs. Below, a dim lantern swings lazing from a taunt string, casting brief pools of light onto the sign hanging from its post; something is etched intricately into the light, soft wooden board but from where you’re standing, it’s hard to tell.

Looking around, you make the decision to investigate, ignoring the idea that danger lurks around every turn and each move you make has the potential to be your last. Taking ginger steps down the wooden staircase, you descend into the shadows, glancing nervously around lest trouble take a turned-back opportunity to spring. Riften, a city of merciless trickery. From down here, it seems the noises from above have been smothered under the smog of indecency and as you approach the sign, you can now make out the lettering: “Thy Lady and Lord Inn".

Looking from the sign to the door, you now hear new sounds…lewd sounds. The groans of men and moans of women float from beneath the door and through the dark windows above. Betwixt that, the soft sounds of a bard playing the lute fought for attention…it was losing. What was this place? Your own sense of morals and civility were having a heated battle with your much larger sense of curiosity and primal interest. In your heart, you knew what this place was, and you wanted in. On the other hand, you didn’t want to believe it. It’s just an inn, you say, trying to convince yourself. It’s perfectly acceptable to go in. You paused briefly, then put a hand on the door, and shove it open. Riften, a city of dark seduction.

Welcome, to the Lady and Lord Inn.

Let the Role-play begin!
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Post #19813
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Rygnar Salt-Blood stepped over from his prized vessel Mara's Gaze onto the docks of Riften. Most of his crew had already left the ship to enjoy some time on land before they had to get back and sail north. Luckily for Rygnar his crew had followed his orders before he took a nap and had made sure their cargo had been unloaded and taken care of. He made his way through a crowd of fishermen and entered the city itself.

The market square was his first goal and the many merchants welcomed him with promises of cheap and fine goods. Not that Rygnar needed anything special but he enjoyed browsing without knowing that he had to buy something. He stroke his deep red beard as his other hand examined a wood carving of a Bear eating a salmon.

'' Only 10 coins my friend!'' The Argonian behind the counter said and smiled charmingly. Rygnar looked up from the bear and considered buying it as he stared at the green scaled merchant.

'' 10, for a piece of wood? I don't think so.'' Rygnar muttered in response and put it back amongst the others before he moved on. He could hear the curse muttered by the merchant when he left. What Rygnar needed was some stiff drinks and pleasent company, not wooden idols. Something caught his attention, a sign to be more precise. The Lady and Lord Inn. It wasn't the name of a place Rygnar would usually go to but the sounds that came from inside made him curious, very curious.

''Thank you Shor.'' He thought with a smile and pushed the door open.
This post was last modified: December 23rd 2012 02:48 PM by Baldar the Loyal


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Journdr, half-drunk, walked through the streets of Riften. Due to his fight with the other nords at the tavern he was forced to leave. The heavy steel plate he wore gained more weight as he walked along the streets, looking for a place to drink. Noticing a newly placed sign, he walked up and squinted as he tried to read it. "Thy Lady and Lord...never heard of this place before." Journdr opened the door and the sweet smell of mead mixed with the smell of burning wood and sweat wafted out. "By Ysgramor's beard, first brothel I've seen since leaving Windhelm." The brothel seemed quiet for the amount of girls who sat at the table, he looked around and found an empty seat at the bar table. He decided that he need more ale in him before he would move on to other things. He eyed every girl in the brothel, each one made the fire inside of him rage but he would wait as a strong nord would and get drunk first. He reached into his leather satchel and placed a small pouch of coins on the table. "Strongest drink you have."
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"Planning to kiss a girl or kill a man... Which is it?" said a stern voice from beside Journdr. As he looked towards him the Dunmer inquired once more, "Well?"


Upon the conduct of each depends the fate of all.
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"I don't kn.."

Journdr had let out abit of sigh from beneath his lips as it had brush against his beard, as he'd scratch his left leg just abit.

"Look he...ere I .. I are not here to start a fight my long earred friend..."

He paused and tilted his head some what down, his eyes glancing at the floor in a daze.

"Hope about this my f ..iend you g... g... et me another .. Drink?"
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The Dunmer smirked and took the last sip of his mead.
"A water for the Nord." he ordered, and looked back to Journdr "Or perhaps a bucket?"


Upon the conduct of each depends the fate of all.
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(I was gonna join in but it hasn't been touched in a year!)
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