Initiate
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: John Raines, John Mercer
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
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Post by Jack Mercer on Jun 15, 2017 15:03:15 GMT -8
Waking up among the colors in Zenna’s apartment was always a barrage against the senses. It was pleasant you see, all the hues and brilliant fabrics- but it was a bit much for a man who spent years in places called “Graywall” and “Blackgate”. He was used to sprawling landscapes, but buildings were rather traditional- even the architecture used to revitalized Graywall, and the Eastmarcher’s style had form and function in line with constant conquest. Zenna’s place was chaos in a way, but warm and safe. He pulled himself out of bed with an earned familiarity, surprised at that sensation and started to face the day.
He ran a bath, not trying to be quiet- and knowing soon they’d be sweaty again, he refreshed himself quickly, putting on the coffee and got to dressing himself in training gear. He carried that damned haversack everywhere, always prepared with clothing and a surprising amount of gear, it obviously having a similar enchantment than the less used but more accommodating bag of holding.
Jack figured she’d roll out of bed in the midst of his morning ritual. She often did on their sleep-overs. To be honest however, despite the familiarity they didn’t spend as many nights together as an onlooker would presume. Jack was often busy, her often more so. Further, the more the two of them got comfortable, the more he was inclined to not withdraw emotionally, but to do so physically. He was admittedly filled with trepidation, he had never really relaxed into something like this. Funny how you can’t do that when you are usually fighting a war, delving dungeons, or on occasion fighting elder evils for coin and a shot of adrenaline.
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Initiate
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: White Rose
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
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Post by Zenna on Jun 15, 2017 20:09:45 GMT -8
She’d bathed the evening before with a little help from Hands, who had put his namesake to good use under all those suds. She gave as good as she got and Jack...well. The man was a Giver. Zenna rolled out of bed to the sound of water filling the tub. Jack was still here. She smiled as she began a routine series of stretches. He never left immediately after their occasional sleepovers. It was getting harder not to fall into the trap of expecting his presence the morning after. There were other little traps, too. Like filing away tidbits of her day so she’d have something interesting to tell him when she saw him next. Or browsing the dress shops not to keep tabs on fashion and potential future competition, but with an eye for what Jack might like to see on her. The pillow on that side of the bed had started to smell like him. She gave herself a hard mental shake. Traps, she reminded herself. There was a whole future with years spent in the planning of it. Hands was a bonus, something to be appreciated and enjoyed in the here and now. And today he was going to help her make that future happen. The extra time in his company was just another bonus. She chose a practical outfit, treated doe hide trousers, a boy’s white poet blouse, well worn boots, and she’d tied her thick curls up into a crimson scarf. When he came out of the bath he’d find her fully dressed, ready and waiting just outside on the landing.
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Initiate
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: John Raines, John Mercer
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
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Post by Jack Mercer on Jun 15, 2017 20:10:42 GMT -8
Jack was surprised, pleasantly so. She’d really shot to it in the morning, and he only partially thought about the coffee long enough to get himself a cup and pour her one as well, bringing it out on the landing to meet her. “Morning, Zenna.” he said as he passed her the cup. Piping hot, he was careful in the passing.
“ I have to admit. I’ve been looking forward to showing you what I’ve been spending my days with.” He said with a smile that betrayed the fact that he was definitely a morning person. He glanced to the streets. “It’s a little place on Blossom Street. An old pirates hideaway, or a thief or something. Hidden mooring dock, no doubt for a smuggler. Hardly beautiful, but I’ve done work enough to it. Thanks to the fights I’ll own it and the buildings above it in less than a month.”
He offered his arm inadvertently, his easy gait carrying him towards the end of the East District of the market, but to the seaside, near the levees. It was a bit of a walk from her apartment, but not far at all from the Rose’s Thorn. He had networked not unlike she had, just in a different place. It was easy to see now, the way he nodded at different shopkeeps, the way he received waves from passers by.
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Initiate
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: White Rose
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
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Post by Zenna on Jun 15, 2017 20:10:58 GMT -8
She took the offered arm and walked with the cup of coffee in the other hand, occasionally taking sips along the way. He might be a morning person but Zenna thrived more in the late hours. It was easy to wake up when Jack was over, though. She didn’t mind the obscene brightness of the morning sun or the too-loud chirping of birds in the tree outside her building. She liked their differences, dammit. They had a lot in common, too. Similar plans, just in different places, different areas, they worked on different people. He greeted the shopkeeps on this side of time the same way she greeted those in the market district. It had her grinning as he guided her through the streets and deeper into his domain. “I’ve been hoping to see where you’ve been spending all your time, but a lady must wait for an invitation.” She grinned up at him and winked. “Or conveniently find herself strolling around his neighborhood. You know, just by chance. Not that I would do such a thing.” She was impressed at his ambition. Always had been a sucker for it. He wasn’t going for one building, he was going for a lot more than that. Anywhere with a hidden dock was a hotbed of potential just waiting for someone with brains to put it to work. And Jack would, she knew it. Gods help her she really, really liked this man. “Blossom Street, huh? You’re haunted by flowers, Jack.”
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Initiate
gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: John Raines, John Mercer
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
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Post by Jack Mercer on Jun 15, 2017 20:11:41 GMT -8
Turning the corner down the avenue that hit the alley from the corner, the sound of the water in the distance, and the quiet flow at the levee, almost lulled them from the reality that a city surrounded them. It was indeed a hidden place, marked well by how clean the alley was. A false turn lead to a dead end, but at the other side came the entrance to the mooring, and built into the side of a cut foundation, sinking beneath the bridge above was a thick secure door, it’s handle cut inside the brick like facade.
Jack reached in and with a pull of several minute levers and the turn of a key in a hidden keyhole- the door slid in on gnomish mechanisms. It revealed a more traditional one, revealed with a single step into the doorway. It was more than little elaborate, it showed the work of Rigby Sprocket no doubt given a task without boundaries.
The inside was an intriguing mix of practical and comfortable. To the left of the door a series of workbenches and cabinets, armaments, and components for everything from traps, weapons, and tinker’s daydreams. To the right was a room sealed with a lock, and further in laid a desk surrounded by papers, maps and charts. Further past that office a bedroom, and to the back hall a small kitchen, a long table with benches room for four or six if they were friendly. Rich Persian rugs lined many of the floors, save those near the kitchen- while tile lined the stone floor in even and decidedly shinned array. It looked like a mixture of a palace and a lair. Some of it however, spoke of less austere and imposing decor. Like the portraits arranged on the wall- old friends perhaps, and a portrait of a young man not unlike the fellow who let her in.
“Down the hallway past the kitchen is the training room- it’s where we’ll work today. I hope you don’t mind the dim environment...but the light can be made more accommodating.” Globes of glass held continual flames giving varying degrees of torch light.
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Initiate
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: White Rose
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
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Post by Zenna on Jun 15, 2017 20:12:18 GMT -8
“I like it,” she told him honestly, looking around in open approval. It was a bit stark, kind of dreary, but luxurious when compared to tiny apartment. The poor man must feel suffocated when he came to her place. Here he had space, lots of rooms… He could entertain here if he wanted. Her little apartment was Journi heaven, but for the first time she wondered if it bothered him. She’d slowed a little as she looked things over and had to hurry to catch up with him as she walked further down the hall. The cup she’d brought along had been deposited in the kitchen to be picked up again on her way out. “I’m excited to get this started. I’ve been told there wasn’t a lot of difference between dancing and fighting, hopefully it’ll translate a little at least. Plus, it would be nice not to rely on just luck when the knives come out.” Their last adventure she’d almost got an unasked for hair cut.
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welcome
Tyrannights is a free-form play by post RPG with a medieval fantasy setting. It was formed in 1997 by Shawn and Doreen with many different owners and versions over the years. Its current version is Tyran: Tales of Legends owned by Sinead and Laelia.
Tales of Legends is world and character building focused with and original setting. There are no forced character aps or registration, so come stay in Wendy's Tavern for a drink. Have you character serve one of two Tyran gods. Rule a city of your own, or serve Tyran's Queen. There are limitless possibilities for your character's story... so what are you waiting for?
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Tyrannights/VampPub was originally created by Shawn and Doreen. Tyran: Tales of Legends remake is currently owned by Sinead and Laelia Content is copyrighted to Tyran unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney.
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