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Chel'el'sussoloth- Black Dragon Tavern

Chel'el'sussoloth- Black Dragon Tavern

Postby Gelorn » Sat Oct 23, 2004 12:32 am

-Description-

Black Dragon Tavern has been given an proper drow name, Olathagnik'zur. It rest on top of a hill among the older part of the city. This tavern was once a noble battlement before it fell, and it was restored and made into an arena. The lower dome is where the gladiators are kept, independent doors permitting the beastmasters, summoners, and slavemasters to bring their gladiators in. The middle dome is for the staff and the materials. The biggest dome on the top is for the tavern and arena.

There are three levels to the tavern; The third and highest level is made of several balconies, permitting rich drow to enjoy the battles without having to mix with the crowd of the lower two levels. The arena spans about fifteen meters in height, permitting airborne beasts to fight each other.
This is also a good place to buy exotic and rare slaves with fighting abilities.
It is now owned by the Val'Sarghress clan.

-Atmosphere-

As soon as you enter you hear the chear from the crowd and the roar of an underworld dragon comming from the pit. The smell of Mushroom ale fills the air nealy choking if ou are not used to the smell. As you look around you see people running around making bets, getting refreshments or watching the arena for the specticle.

You spot a notice on a pillar near you. You go up to it and read it. Its says All gladitors that fight in the arena are available with enough ADA except for a select few. Gladiators are not refunded even if the walk out on you after purchase or die from wounds from the arena.

You know if you ever wanted to buy a gladiator you only had to talk to the staff here. Even if you dont you can still watch the specticle in the arena.

-Notes-

Arena battles will be either stories by my part or a duel between a beast that either Kite or I control against a player. Other players that are not wanting to buy gladiators can still watch and bet.
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Postby Ravinous » Sat Oct 23, 2004 1:19 am

Gion walks to the tavern, heading to the top level. He lowers his cuff to reveal his face, then removes his hat, placing in under the cloak in pocket. Walking up to the a bar, he places his pack to the ground.

"Bartender," he said in a dry, but still youthful, gruff. "Mushroom Ale, and what's today's special?"
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Postby Gelorn » Sat Oct 23, 2004 1:22 am

The bartender, a drow female, turns and says to Ravinous "Todays special is spicey spider legs" before moving over to a tap and filling a mug with mushroom ale and putting it infront of Ravinous and saying "2 ADA please."
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Postby Ravinous » Sat Oct 23, 2004 1:30 am

Gelorn wrote:The bartender, a drow female, turns and says to Ravinous "Todays special is spicey spider legs" before moving over to a tap and filling a mug with mushroom ale and putting it infront of Ravinous and saying "2 ADA please."


((OOC: Ravinous? I'm not using the Ravinous as a name, just Gion ))

"I'll take the special then," he said, handing over two ada. "So anything interesting happen in the Arena today?"

He looked towards the balconies.

"Sounds like they got some big beast out there," He said hearing the roar of the dragon.
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Postby Gelorn » Sat Oct 23, 2004 1:50 am

The bartender yells at a cook in the room behind her for one special order before grabbing a beer mug and started cleaning it before saying "Yeah. That would be Ral'mous, the most powerful dragon we have. 3 humans with lances against him in this fight, though last time I looked he was down to one human. Pathetic creatures..."

-Arena-

Sure enough the Ral was winning. Two of the humans, a male and a female, that had entered the arena were already dead and the third was trying deperately to keep Ral'mous at bay with his lance whilst trying to get away. But the large dragon was vearing the human into the wall of the arena.

The human's back his the wall and he turned to see if it was real before turning back to the dragon. Too late. The dragon had charged and had sliced of the mans right arm before biting into the mans left shoulder. The mlae screamed loudly as the dragon started thrashing the human about bashing it against the wall and arena floor to try and kill it.

This gruesome display lasted a full thirty seconds until the human died of bloodloss.

"The battle is OVER." The announcer yelled "The winner is the mighty beast Ral'mous! Those who have won their bets please report to the respected people immideately. The next fight will commence in 5 miuites."

On the arena floor a gate opened and Ral'mous went through it into the darkness without anyone pressuring it. Slaves then came through the same gate and dragged off the bodies of the humans in the same direction or Ral'mous.
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Postby Ravinous » Sat Oct 23, 2004 2:00 am

"I guess it's kinda easy betting," he said. "It would take alot of power to take it down also, so any bet on the dragon is a safe bet."

He looks around at the others in the bar, then back to the bar tender.

"So, anything else interesting outside of the dragon happen today?"
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Postby Gelorn » Sat Oct 23, 2004 2:04 am

The bartender shook her head and said "Not that I know of. I heard quite a number of people were hanging around the pillar of light... Maybe they still are, who knows."

A slave comes out of the kitchen with a plate with some spider legs on what are orange and crispy looking. The bartender takes the plate and puts it infront of Ravinous before saying "thats 8 ADA."
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Postby Ravinous » Sat Oct 23, 2004 2:15 am

Hands over the ada, feeling his purse get lighter.

"I may head over there later then," he said, now picking up a leg and biting into it. "Hopefully not to many merchants are there crowding the streets agian."
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Postby Gelorn » Sat Oct 23, 2004 2:22 am

The bartender mearly shrugged and went to serve another customer.

The announcer could be yeard yelling "2 minuites till the next arena fight. The fight will be between a feral and an orc. The feral has recieved no previous training and will be fighting with its claws and the orc will be fighting with an axe."
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Postby Ravinous » Sat Oct 23, 2004 2:29 am

Gion finished his meal, and then picked up his pack. Putting his hat back on and his cuff up, he walked out the to the streets, searching for business...
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O_o im going to jump in

Postby Hells Winds » Sun Oct 24, 2004 1:19 am

The slender figure of a femme drow entered the tavern, long silver hair hidden beneath her red cloak. She smiled, pulling the hood down and looking around with her deep violet eyes. Sge sat down at the bar looking to the tender,
"Mushroom ale please," she said softly, voice like silver bells
She placed her money on the counter after pulling it from a suede bag and waited for her drink.
She cast her glance toward where all the cheering came from,
"pit fights" she thought, "how barbarc"
'pon turning back around she let her cloak slide off her dark shoulders, exposing her skin. Her large bust evident because of the corset top that wound its way arouns her torso. She sighed turning back around fully so she faced the bar, looking expectantly at the bar tender.
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Postby Gelorn » Sun Oct 24, 2004 1:37 am

The bartender, still a female, quickly poured the beer into a mug before giving it to the customer and taking the ada before saying "Is there anything else you would like?"

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Postby Xian » Sun Oct 24, 2004 2:35 am

With a wary hand on the ada pouch containing his last few precious coins, Athidus booted the door of the Black Dragon Tavern open and strode in, keeping his eyes towards the flight of stairs leading to the rooms above. This was fairly common practice for Athidus; indeed, renting a room at the Black Dragon as he had for the past several years, he had become a patron well known for his stories of the epic battles and dire straits he had (allegedly) experienced while his mercenary friends still lived and breathed. It was said that his story of their loss was particularly compelling, and Athidus rarely told it unless he couldn't afford his own drinks.

As he weaved through the tables and around customers, taking but a brief glance at the arena, then meeting the eyes of the Barkeep ever-so-briefly. "Afternoon, Tansiya; just passing through." Without waiting for a response, Athidus ascends the stairs up to the rooms three at a time, sliding small, nondescript metal tube from his shirt pocket. Instead of reaching for the door handle, he reaches up and inserts the piece into a tiny hole just above the door, then unlocks and pushes gently on the door. As the door slides open, a gentle "Ping" is heard, and the metal piece moves slightly. Athidus reaches up and removes the small piece of metal, as well as the poison-tipped needle that would have struck him squarely in the hand, if not for its interference.

"Glad to see some things are still sacred," he says idly to himself as he enters the room. He had been polite enough to inform Tansiya about the trap, since she might have any number of reasons to check in on his room. All the same, he was glad it was still set. "Ah, what a mess." And it was.

Since having left the Sarghess fortress for good, Athidus' organization had grown somewhat lax where everything but security was concerned. An innumerable number of poison vials were scattered about the room, discernable only by scarcely legible labels that he had scrawled upon them in haste. Highly toxic reagents used in mixing his poisons and crafting the poison smoke beads were laid out on the desk in plain view. Athidus knew the risks this posed, but somehow, he was always in such a hurry to leave that he never bothered to clean them up.

The most important part of his arsenal, however, was hanging from one of the leg posts of his bed. With a fond smile, Athidus picked up his tool belt, complete with his "keyring," a compact grappling hook and coiled spider-silk rope, two stainless steel vials of combat-suited poison, and three pouches, filled with poison smoke beads, flash beads, and the small, dissolvable poison pellets. He doubted he would need them, not for this mission. After all, when would he have the opportunity to sit down and have a drink with someone he was was aiming to kill?

Well... Athidus considered, arching a brow as he fastened the belt around his waist. There was that Shiv'arl guy, he jested with himself. He supplemented his quiver of arrows with another ten, bringing the grand total up to twenty. He made note that he was running out, and would have to make more soon. He had yet to find any on the black market that could be dipped in poison and still deliver it at the end of a lengthy flight, and so he generally had to make his own by punching tiny pores into them.

His daggers, which had formerly been stored just beneath his shirt, he re-fastened at his waist, reasoning that there would be no need to conceal the weapons for any reason, where he was going. He plucked the bracer of four throwing daggers from his dresser and strapped it to his arm, then pushed his sleeve over it to conceal it. All this preparation brought back many memories of his previous assassinations. He felt as though he were departing on another assignment.

As a final measure of security, Athidus untucked his shirt and let it fall over the utility belt, concealing it from view. If he was seen waltzing around with lockpicks, a grappling hook and mysterious vials, there would obviously be trouble. After going through the pain-staking process of resetting the poison needle trap, he departed the tavern with fewer words than he entered with: "See you later, Tansiya."

((I decided to name the barkeep, because she needed one.))
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Postby Gelorn » Sun Oct 24, 2004 8:08 am

Tansiya watched as Athidus went up to his room and remindered herself that the sooner Athidus left the better. Though she was getting used to it the way he acted would someday bring too much trouble to himself and the patrons in the tavern...

((Ok. So she now has a name. She basically dislikes you but will put up with you.))
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Postby shas-o » Sun Oct 24, 2004 2:59 pm

Ashuran walked in through the door to the tavern and hurried up the flight of stairs leading to the upper level.
his shield and sword was strung across his back, hidden by the thick, dark cloak that also covered his armour and obscured most of his face.
he marched across the floor to the bar, the muffled schreeching of metal against metal audible as the joints of his armour ground against each other.
his stomach demanded food, and as much as he didn´t want to waste time in his search for new work, food was a necessity if he didn´t want to loose his strength.
walking straight up to the bar, he rested a hand on the counter, waiting for the barkeep to turn her attention his way.
as he waited, he shot a glance at the arena, wich seemed to be empty right now.
he normally did not like gladiatorial fights.
watching people being forced to fight in duels, that were often obviously unbalanced, made his skin crawl.
there was no excitement to be gained from watching a superior opponent slaughter his adversary...
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