[Open RP] The Sunray Tavern & Inn

[Lady RageQueen]

Welcome to The Sunray Tavern & Inn!

I have created this place for those that are both waiting approval and those that are already joined.

For those of you that are waiting approval, I hope this place enables you to get your RP fix.

A  FEW  SIMPLE  ASKS  AND  TELLS:

+ Third person perspective posts, please.

+ Once engaged with a character or more in RP, try to keep turn based posts.

+ The beauty of this place is that it doesn't have to be an ongoing story for you.

Come and leave the tavern and inn as you please!

+ Please make your exit post to your inn room or by leaving if possible when you won't be available.

That way, others won't be left hanging when making a post directed at your character.

+ The tavern is self-serve so to say. Anyone is free to RP servicing the bar and kitchen.

You may also RP some NPCs that are servicing your character in the story.

I will not be here as often as I'd like as I do work full time, but am here waiting the approval process myself.

+ Please use your imagination for how many inn rooms there could actually be, folks. I just need some art and layout reference.

+ Be respectful to one another. If there is a tavern brawl, let it be for RP entertainment and agreed OOC between both parties. No discrimination or harassment!

+ The RPs in this Non-Adult section must be kept PG13 as these role play forums state. Please abide.

Music Inspiration

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=roABNwbjZf4

TAVERN & INN LAYOUT

The great wooden door of the tavern is heavy and gives way slowly with a deep creak as it is pushed open. From the moment one enters, there are warm lambent glows from the plentiful candlelight fixtures; they look inviting against the wood grains of the white oak heartwood making up the interior, and stained cedar for the furniture. Upon further entrance, there are notable coupling hints of unnamed brews and spices inside that begin to pervade the olfactory senses. The white oak of the tavern leaves a subtle smell that is similar to vanilla, while the cedar from the furniture is more camphoraceous. However, these wood scents are more noticeable to linger from within the inn room walls that are left undisturbed by the lobby aromas. The fire in the hearth towards the back of the tavern lobby is well stoked, burning with bright undulating flames that gift heat to the entire establishment. At various times of the day, sounds from soft murmurs to boisterous laughter can be heard from the other patrons seated, enjoying their stay. Plenty of seating is available for a table or a stool at the bar.

Won't you have a meal or drink and tary a while?

[Lady RageQueen]

The Valkyrie & The Hawk

The front door entrance whined as a dark armored maiden with a shapely frame and a hawk on her shoulder entered the establishment. A winged visor adorned the woman’s head that was practically abditive for her eyes, and long heliotrope tresses tumbled past her shoulders that appeared almost weightless. Her sabatons made soft thuds as she walked across the floor, and with movement that was relaxed yet poised, causing her lengthy skirt to ever so gently flow. Her eyes, behind the visor, scanned the room of its patrons while she made her way to the bar counter. The barkeep, seemingly recognizing the woman, smiled and gave her a nod before he began filling a teacup on a saucer. The woman approached to take her drink and slid some coins across the counter to pay for it.

After their brief exchange, she gave a nod back to the barkeep and was careful not to spill her drink as she made way to one of her self-proclaimed seats near the fire, choosing the armchair on the right of the three to sit down with her tea. The dancing, mesmeric flames reflected against her polished black mithril armor, and the light illuminated her fair skin, while also casting an aliferous shadow formation on the floor behind her. She listened to the crackle of the burning wood and felt the comfort of its incalescence on her skin as she allowed herself to settle in her surroundings. Quieter moments like this were much to her preference before the bustle of other folks could accumulate within the tavern lobby. She raised the fine porcelain teacup to her lips, but would momentarily inhale the exotic blend of ginger and turmeric that was ameliorated with licorice root, and orange peel, and black pepper. Upon taking a sip she tasted the playful mixture of sweet, citrus, and spice on her palate. The tea had a warming effect inside her body that was pleasing as she continued to drink its contents.

The hawk on her left shoulder was exceptionally clean looking. The front of the body was quite leukos in the light. The back and tail feathers may have seemed gray from a distance but at close range the color was rather a clair de lune with an almost nacreous iridescent sheen. Dark spotting ran down the mantle and back that turned into a striping pattern along the covert and tail feathers. His eyes, though seemingly brown at first glance, were actually a deep maroon.

Clarence: “Kerrr…”

The hawk made a low noise in her ear.

Odysseia: “Yes, but you need to wait until I am finished.”

She replied in a calm and quiet voice before continuing to sip from her invigorating drink.

[pursueThatPrimordialLight]

Teki

A dark, cloaked figure with light pink hair sat at the barstool second closest to the main door. She'd been silently nursing a cup of tea when the lady walked in with the hawk perched on her shoulder. Judging by the ease of her stride, that person was a regular. Teki watched from behind the collar of her coat which covered her mouth. Her eyes followed the woman as she made her way to the counter and took her drink. They continued to linger after she had settled in the chair by the fire and the hawk made a quiet caw. The valkyrie was beautiful with kind of confident aura, and the hawk on her shoulder intrigued Teki even further. She couldn't tear her eyes away. Teki had a tendency to stare, and she'd always been somewhat aware of it. She may not have been a talkative person, but she was always listening. Always observing. People had commented on her stoicism, even called her intimidating. But Teki never really found any reason to stop if it didn't cause her trouble, and she never really cared for what others thought of her. If anything, she was better feared. So, Teki continued to stare.

[windy864]

The front doors blow open as a loud, Lamia slithers into the bar. She is looking down at her map, puzzled by something. "I thought this place was supposed to be like a mile away still. Guess I'm making good time." She slides up to the bar, her green and yellow scaled tails taking up much more space then most other people here. She taps her sharp nails against the bar and with a sharp toothed smile calls for a rum on the rocks. As she gets her drink she pulls her shoulder length black hair from her face and stairs into the glass with her red eyes. She swirls the drink in her glass, thinking mysterious thoughts, waiting for someone to interrupt them.

[Nephrite]

As so many other voyagers before her, She opened the door with a deep creak. She was small, and hooded, but one could see her dark blue and short hair dripping from the rain outside.
Mud on her shoes made her hesitate to enter, but seeing there was room for dirty footgear, she moved towards there and made herself fixed as mush as she considered respectful. Which was less than others, probably. 

The journey had been wearisome. But surely there would be nice and understanding people here that would not reject her on the sole pretence that she could be a danger to others. Or would they? Sure, she could be a time bomb, but she was making a lot of efforts to change that. And that should make a difference. Probably. Anyway, as long as nothing happened and that she avoided experimenting, things would go smoothly. Surely. 

After rummaging through her wet baggage, she went to the bar and ordered some warm drink. Whatever they could offer, really. She took the comforting smells in and looked around. Really badass people were drinking on their own. Would anyone be ready to share their table? 
She looked around, maybe she would cross someone's gaze and be able to start a conversation, like real adults did. Not that she was not one. Officially she had been for some time, but she never really felt like one. That is not true. She definitly had the competence and the responsabilites of one. So she most definitly had the right to be called an adult. Feeling like one did not change things. 
So. Was anyone looking this way? 

[teabag3]

Jack Taylor entered the bar next. The 6 foot tall human man seemed a bit out of place in a tavern like this, but his unassuming demeanor and perpetually unimpressed expression hinted that this was a man who had seen far too much and survived things no human should have.  To those with magical sensitivity there was a faint feeling of wet earth, with a tang of metal and a touch of ozone about him.  He carefully flicks the rain off his jacket and wipes his feet, then walks over to the bar and sits between the ladies with pink and blue hair, getting a mug of dwarven stout.

The silver ring with inlays of turquoise on his pinky finger glints with what might be a bit more than simple light as he casually surveys the other patrons. He smiles and toasts his nearby companions silently, but it's clear he's waiting for someone. Or maybe something.