Advanced Role-playing Approval Thread

[Xusha]

The concept here may be hard to grasp at first, as it has never been done in TR before. By opening this thread, you wish to become an Advanced Role-player. This has been slightly altered, in case you have already become approved. The former Advanced is now Intermediate, and the Basic/Intermediate is now basic. Consider this approval for the cut of the crop. The approval process here is rather simple. I will be throwing out a completely acceptable Role-playing starter, and for approval you must contribute, to some sense. It may take more then one reply for you to gain approval, but do note that the Admins, Pere, and myself will be keeping an eye on this thread for the approving process. None of your Role-plays have been altered in any way. Thanks for reading. Due Do note that we are also looking for creativity, actual Role-playing (See Here)
If you have any questions at all, don't be afraid to post them here.
This is not the place for questions.

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The hour was early. Xusha had arrived at the Yulgar’s Inn, worn out and tired. She was reassured by the shouts and laughter that she had heard from the outside, however. After a long day of her new experimentations in the dark arts, she needed only one thing; to change her mood with drink. She pushed open the door of the Inn, and she looked to her left and to her right and watched as the rest of the world celebrated. A faint smile appeared on her worn out and stressed face. She sighed fondly, for once not looking at the ignorance around her, as for once it did not bother her. She could benefit greatly from the ease of the setting and warm atmosphere without being asked why she appeared ill. What's better than a bunch of drunks to remain unnoticed? The young woman sat at the bar slowly, since no tables were free. The sun was rising and the revelers came to rise.

“I’ll have a Bloody Mary. Please, do not be too stingy on the vodka....”

She gave a little smile to be polite and laid the gold on the counter with a small bonus to ensure that Yulgar would add a sufficient amount of vodka, as she was known to be a heavy drinker. Nothing was better for Xusha than a drink with lots of vodka and a celery stalk to fill the picture.

*Finally… It is far from quiet, but it doesn’t hurt to get out of that grotto from time to time...*

She waited for her glass and turned to alcohol consumers who had perhaps taken too much beer. She put her elbows on the counter and watched as the people laughed themselves to tears and at times took merriment in insulting one another. The atmosphere was truly present, which was normal for a Friday night. However, due to her appearance, Xusha had no fear of being approached by a male in heat. The combat boots and her tattered robes did not make her seem delicate, and a very unsexy bonus, she smelled like a corpse. Xusha looked almost like a marionette among lively men and women who seemed to only flirt with one another. If Yulgar had not already met her in the past, she would likely have been asked to leave. She tilted her head slightly to the side while observing the men and women play.

*Why do they act this way? Well, could it be their parents were like this? I find this lot rather amusing. Perhaps I should introduce myself to some of them? *

Xusha imagined arriving to a table filled with women that were considered “Normal”. Heavy makeup, long, extravagant hair and soaked in perfume. This image made her shiver in both resentment and a deep envy. How was appearance the sole factor in determining one’s social status? Xusha was beautiful naturally, but she did not overdue it. She sighed, turning to the counter since her Bloody Mary had arrived.

[Arch Fiend]

A young lady is sitting alone in the back of the inn as she always does, gazing at the people who sit and drink happily and normal in there thankfully short but happy life’s. Watching them she sees the regulars, usually the most drunk and loud they are hear every day from morning till its nearly morning again, unless ones wife comes after them. She sees the upper-class chatting about everything that doesn’t matter and things that they can waste there money on again. The gossipers who sit so close to each other pointing and laughing at everyone as they tell stories about each and every one of the customers, usually lies.

She herself a newcomer to this town (and world) dressed in a long white jacket with a white undershirt, the jacket has a long collar rising to her eyes and 2 flaming dragons down the sides both red and blue. She glows with an unnatural cleanness that she would probably be the center of attention if she wasn’t in the shade. She lays on her booth with her back against the wall now looking at the girl who’d just walked in, who’s unlike the others in both appearance and psyche.

Wanting to know more about this person she scrounges around with her hand on the floor looking for something small with a some mass but only a light one, she eventually find a small pebble probably kicked in and been laying there for much over a year taking in consideration the bar owner probably only cleans that often. Its small yet just heavy enough to impact the young ladys cloak hard enough to feel like a tap, and taking aim, throws and hits her mark on the back of the girls (xusha’s) cloak. She plans to look away until the girl turns around, then she will wave and offer her a seat.

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Not approved. I have not seen enough to approve you yet. I am not denying you, I am simply going to engage your character and test a reaction out of you. Most people won't get approved in one message anyway, so don't feel bad. I do suggest you improve some slight grammar issues, but you are doing well enough. I also suggest the usage of the past-tense. ~Xusha

[Erik]

Just outside of the town of Battleon, a tall Leprechaun was walking leisurely along. His last small heist was a complete success, but he always would lie low a while, just in case. He entered the forest as a temporary hideout, and sat down against a tree stump. Unfortunately, this was no ordinary stump as the Leprechaun Erik fell into it, being rapidly consumed by the wood. When he finally broke completely through the surface, he was in a large tree-like area, and just down some stairs was a sleeping Basilisk. The smell permeating his nostrils was of cherries and licorice, known to often come from poison. As he crept slowly backwards, his eyes landed on a small chest under the Basilisk.

"Maybe I can make a little profit off of this." Erik whispered to himself.

He slowly sneaked towards the Basilisk, and referred to his lessons in pressure points. He had a chance to get one in the neck, and temporarily paralyze this beast.

"How different could a Basilisk be from a snake anyways?"

As he neared the creature, he took out his rusty old dagger, and turned it sideways, to hit the Basilisk with the flat edge. The creature started to stir a little, so the only thing to do was to take a whack right at the neck. The creature slumped down, and Erik's luck kept him going again. Erik shoved at the beast, and just managed to knock it off of the chest it was guarding. The chest seemed to open just for him, and inside was a beautiful blade named Glimmerstorm, with a scabbard as well. The blade felt balanced, and cut straight through an apple he took out of his pack. With the sword on his belt, Erik carried on to the town of Battleon to celebrate his gain. Basilisks are smart creatures though, and they remember everything they see though. Erik spotted the Inn, which surely must have a bar as well, so he entered casually.

Not too bad so far. As with Arch Fiend, we're going to need to see a little more from you before you get approved. The only thing I can see importantly wrong with this is that you don't use enough detail. What does your character look like? I know he's a leprechaun, but what is he wearing? In addition, what class of sword did you find? Is it a bastard sword? A short sword? A katana? Leprechauns are small, so they can't rightly go around using things like claymores properly. Therefore, it's important to give more detail on things like that. ~Peregrine

I agree wholeheartedly, that has always been my issue with writing xD

[Bram]

Bram stared at the door to the inn. it wasn't often that he indulged himself in the human art of what is most commonly known as 'drinking,' but today was a special day, and he was sure that a table had already been filled with his closest friends.
It was his birthday, and Bram knew he was going to feel it in the morning.
He sighed and opened the door. Peering around the corner, he noticed six tables with people seated at them, and one person at the bar. At one was a group of three solitary men playing a game of cards. Another held two people with their arms locked in a pointless battle of strength, with many people shouting and cheering around them, Bram noticed the occasional exchange of money. The others contained mostly generic drunk men with an occasional woman.
Bram recognized the lady at the bar as Xusha, but she was the only member of the clan that he saw.
He reached into his pocked at pulled out a small, torn sheet of parchment. On it was scribed the words 'Ten o'clock at Yulgars on the fifteenth' in the messy handiwork that could only belong to Weena.
He walked over to the bar and seated himself three stools away from Xusha. Yulgar walked over to him and leaned an elbow on the beer-stained counter. "What can I get for ya?"
"It's the sixteenth, isn't it." Bram muttered, staring at a spot on the wall.
"Certainly is, why do you ask?"
"My birthday was yesterday, I missed the party." Bram replied, dejected.
Yulgars eyebrows slanted outward, making his face seem unusually round. "Have on on the house, then. Birthday boy." he grabbed a cup and reached for the barrel that was filled with peppermint ale, the only drink that Bram ever ordered. "It happens to us all, ya know. The more years you get the more your memory goes. How old are ye?"
"Seven thousand, eight hundred, ninety nine..." Bram said.
Yulgar's face twisted in concern.
"And one day..." He added, glumly.
"Are you sure you're OK?" Yulgar hesitated.
"I'm immortal, it gets boring after a while."
"I... See..." Yulgar slowly handed Bram the glass of ale. "Well... I'll leave ye to yer drink then, call me if ya need anything." He said as he walked off to attend to the table of people arm wrestling. Apparently someone had cheated, although Bram had no idea how.

He stared up at the stars. Looking on towards the infinite number of worlds. He could visit any of them any time he pleased, and life here was boring. That's the thing about being a Mage, you can go wherever you want, whenever you want, and no one would question your motives.
It was even more simple with Bram's uncanny ability to... Travel, that he had known as tessering for as long as he could remember. He was one of a kind, but being along was... Well, lonely.
He heard Xusha exit the inn and start walking back to the stronghold.
With any luck she won't notice me... Bram thought to himself, he didn't really care if she saw him or not, said anything or not. No one ever stuck around.
"Bram?"
Crap... But it was an inconvenience.
"Stargazing, I see." She looked up at where he was staring. A large black expanse, devoid of stars or planets. "What are you looking at?"
Bram remained silent, for a time. Unmoving. After what seemed like an eternity, and Xhusha showed no signs of leaving, he decided to make a vague explanation. "Home." Christ... That probably wasn't the best thing to say... He scowled, hoping Xhusha wouldn't inquire further into the matter.
Instead, she just stared. First Bram thought she was trying to see what he was looking at, but then he realized she was staring at him.
"Well, goodnight." She said, and walked off into the darkness.
Bram let out an exhale. I thought she would never leave.

This could do with some work. First of all, you bunnied Xusha's character. Role-playing is not collaborative fiction. You only play your own role, not Xusha's. By using Xusha's character, you broke one of the most important rules of role-playing. Furthermore, just like what I pestered Erik about, you need to include some detail about your character. Also, you posted your sig. Not a huge deal, but I thought I'd point that out anyway. The only other thing I can see is your paragraphing. If I were you, I'd put some space between paragraphs just so that it's not a huge wall of text. Aside from that, it's not bad. Still, I'd suggest reading Role Playing: A Beginner's Guide (I don't mean to offend you with the name, but I think you might get some value out of it anyway) before you retry. ~Peregrine

Question; Should I re-post when I've edited it a bit, or just edit this post?

You should make a brand new post as the RP plot continues. I'll make a post right now to advance it for you. ~Peregrine

[Peregrine]

There was a fizzle. The inn became quiet as steam began to form in the middle of the tavern. Small red lines of magic began to descend from the sky. They intertwined themselves, forming a red diamond above a table that had three people seated around it, all of whom rose without delay and proceeded to scurry away. One of the tavern wenchs screamed and dropped the tray of beverages she had been carrying, before diving behind the counter where Yulgar was calmly polishing a tankard.

She must have been new here.

The steam began to gather around the diamond, and the fizzling became far more distinguished. The diamond began to grow rapidly, gaining in both dimension and depth. Soon, it was big enough to fit a puppy in, then a dog, and then finally a person. There was one person in particular this portal had in mind. Those of the inn's patrons who were less than regulars gave a start as a foot stepped out of the portal, planting itself upon the oak wood floor. Following the foot was an arm, which then bent and grabbed onto the side of the portal as if it were made of material, and then finally came the head of a man who was pulling himself out into the inn.

"Hello!" He greeted cheerily. "I just love meeting new people! For those of you unfamiliar in my work, I am The Juggler, and I-"

The man stopped his sentence abruptly to finish pulling himself out of the inn. He now no longer just had one foot in the inn, but two. For the first time, those just meeting him were able to get a good look at him. At his black shoes and matching black pants with stars on them. At his similarly decorated purple vest. At his white dress shirt underneath that. At his purple, swirling cape. At his pale white skin, his yellow eyes, and his blond hair that was both wavy and spiky.

"-Juggle."

To emphasize his point, the man reached into the brown satchel at his side and pulled out three brown leather balls and began to juggle them in the air. As he did so, the portal behind him closed and began to dissipate. The smoke vanished precipitously. The red diamond contracted once more until it was again a mere several red lines, which flowed into The Juggler's cloak and disappeared entirely.

"So," inquired one inn patron. "You... Juggle?"

"That's right," replied The Juggler enthusiastically, his charisma never dropping. "I'm also a part time conjurer. Well, not part time. It's more of a hobby really. Well, not a hobby. It's more of a self defence thing really. You know what they say! The best defence is a good offense. And let me tell you, my summons can be very versatile in that regard."

The Juggler's voice dropped dramatically.

"Want to see?"

"Uhhhh... No thanks," replied the inn patron before backing away.

The Juggler accepted his reply, both by returning his cheeky grin to his face, as well as by removing his attention from the man and choosing instead to sit at the bar and face Yulgar.

"Yulgar, my good man. It’s been too long! How are you? I'll have a-

The Juggler cut his formalities short as a glass in front of him caught his eye.

"Disregard that, I seem to have a drink here already."

The man picked it up, held it under his nose and took a sniff.

"Now, who would leave a perfectly good Bloody Mary here without taking a single sip?"

You have small grammar errors here and there, but overall it is very good. Just make sure you proofread it completely to avoid small errors such as saying wenchs rather than wenches.

[Xusha]

Xusha walked back into the Inn casually, her tattered robes getting caught in the door and tearing slightly. Xusha sighed softly, noting how embarrassing this was. She searched the Inn for awhile, looking for her Bloody Mary, as she had left it there. She looked at the young man who just entered through a portal, and the events after, and she watched as he went to the counter to apparently order a Bloody Mary. She wasn't impressed by his entrance, so she looked and began scouting the persons within the Inn, in search of her drink. She then looked back as the young man had in his possession a Bloody Mary now. She thought to herself "What kind of male likes that kind of mixture? Though... Yulgar is really getting quick with the mixing.." It was not too common to see a male with a Bloody Mary in an Inn, as most of the revelers preferred the good old beer, as it was more sufficient to get drunk at a quicker pace, and at a much lower cost. Xusha did not intend to bother the young man, as he seemed calm and simple. This would be rare in a bar-goer, but still possible, meaning it was nothing alarming. She looked at him from head to toe, her eyes half closed, and not too concerned or surprised that the young man may detect her presence, and thus look back.

*He is either probably already really drunk, or he is just really desperate... Or maybe he's bored, despite the atmosphere being so pleasant...*

Xusha then realized that nobody else in the Inn was in possession of a Bloody Mary due to a quick scan of their chosen drinks, leading her to the conclusion that the Bloody Mary in the juggler's hands was obtained from her own money This was not exactly what had bothered her, though. Her biggest concern was that this man seemed so calm with it in his possession, even though it was clearly hers. After thinking to herself for a few moments for a reasonable way to respond, she decided to approach him.

"Is this supposed to be funny...? This is in fact my Bloody Mary... Fresh tomato juice, an extra dosage of vodka and naturally some Tabasco... This has to be mine, because Yulgar is very stingy with his vodka, and yet I can smell the amount of vodka from here. You are holding the only Bloody Mary in the entire Inn, so I would suggest that you give it back. I wouldn't want to give Yulgar a reason to ask me to leave."

She had a completely serious expression, as she reached for something within a leather pouch, as her smile slowly vanished. She also reached for her glass that was still in the juggler's hand. She closed her eyes for a few moments, thinking that the young man would order his own glass and leave his comments and thoughts on the matter. Simultaneously, she was hit by what appeared to be a stone. Her facial expression slightly changed, becoming more angry. She looked behind herself a moment, until she saw a young lady motioning for her to come to the table she sat at. She smiled slightly for a slight moment, before it too vanished, and she motioned for the girl to come to her if she had something to state.

*Another drunk... Possibly. Or they realize the growing tension. Why else would someone wish to chat with me with my current appearance? If they truly wish to chat, they would come to me... I haven't even gotten my drink. This jester must be a party animal... He should play during the nights, not steal drinks... He must have a good life anyway, naive and unrestricted...*

[Robaldo]

Having finally slept off his hangover from the day before, Scar decided to go down to Yulgar’s for another drink. Walking through his maze of a room, Scar finally found his door. Pulling on his harness as he walked, he slowly walked up to the door. Reaching over to the hook on the wall, he grabbed his cloak and hood, and tucked them under his arm for later use. With a yawn, Scar opened up the door and walked onto the roof of TR castle. Stretching his black wings, the fallen angel began to walk to the edge of the roof. Stopping at the edge of the roof, Scar decided to look down upon the ground.
“Man, it would suck if I actually hit the ground this time.”
Without another glance, Scar took a small jump forward, and plummeted towards the ground. Right before his feet hit the ground; Scar flared his wings, and took off into the sky.

Looking down from the clear, blue sky, Scar quickly found Yulgar’s inn. Locating a suitable dark alley nearby the inn, Scar tucked back his wings and dove towards the ground. As soon as Scar had passed by the top of the nearby buildings, he opened up his wings and slowed his descent. Landing quietly upon the pavement, Scar folded his wings closed, and began to put on his usual attire, his cloak and hood. Walking out of the alley, Scar felt a disturbance, in the air.
“What the hell was that?”
Weighing the cost and benefits of going off to go see what the disturbance was, Scar decided it would be better to jus go drink.

Walking into the bar, with as much indifference as he could muster, Scar seated himself at the bar, as far from anyone else as he could. Taking out a bag of gold, he laid it on the counter and waited for Yulgar to bring him his usual, two bottles of amaretto, and a bottle of straight rum. As Scar drank the rum, and used the amaretto as a chaser, he soon felt the disturbance again. Looking around, his eyes finally came to rest on the man, who looked like a fancy clown, who was being yelled at by Xusha, for stealing her drink.
“So that guy is the disturbance? Oh well, it doesn’t concern me. All that concerns me is my drink.”
Looking back at his bottles, he noticed both of them were empty.
“Damn, now I got nothing better to do, then bug him, this is not how I wanted to spend my day off.”
Looking back at the clown, Scar slowly walked up and proceeded to ask, “Hey man, you look funny. If I buy you a drink can you explain to me why you stole her drink?"

Great post here, Rob. Nothing much to say really. One minor detail detail you left out was the colour of your cloak and your hood, but one can make the assumption that it's black. You posted your sig. There's a typo here and there. A letter missing from a word, a comma where it shouldn't be, but overall I don't see anything wrong with it. I'd like to see at least one more post like this before I approve you. ~Peregrine

[Bram]

"Ugh..." Bram sat up and rubbed his head, "What happened..." He looked around at the windowless black walls of his bedroom.

Because you apparently don't remember, you went to Yulgars last night, had a glass of peppermint ale, went outside, came back in a few hours later, sat down, had six more rounds of ale, then came back here. The sound of Greg's thoughts reverberating through Bram's head made him fall face-first out of bed onto the cold, marble floor.

"Seven glasses of peppermint ale..." He mumbled as he stood up and groped around with his eyes half opened for a cup of water. He had always kept a small cup of water on the wooden stand near his bed, along with a glowing sphere of contained light and his gauntlet.

After taking a few sips, he looked down at his light grey night clothes. Flicking his wrist, the small door in the corner of his room opened to reveal a set of dark-blue-stripped black Mage robes, which he then tessered into. He had found that by tessering instead of changing clothes, he saved approximately three minutes a day of his time, which added up to twenty one minutes a week, and about an hour and twenty four minutes a month.

He pulled his sleeves strait and said "Later." over his shoulder to Greg as he stepped through a forming portal leading from the small room in the Void to the vast hallways of TR.

Where are you going? Greg poked his head out of the portal.

"The lake, nothing ever happens at the lake."

Then why go there?

"For exactly that reason." Bram started walking away as the portal closed.

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The morning was silent, Bram sat on a rock overlooking the lake. He inhaled, then exhaled. Inhale, exhale. Opening his eyes, he noticed a pebble on the stone in front of him. Lifting it with his mind, he shot it out across the lake. He watched as it skipped once, twice, thrice, four times over the clear surface. Creating small waves in the translucent pool.

He started humming a soft tune, rocking his head back and forth. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes. "That was relaxing." he said as he stood up, yawning. "I should do this more often, clear my mind."

Starting his walk back to the stronghold, Bram realized that he should probably go apologize for missing his birthday party. "Wouldn't want anyone to think I died." He stated sarcastically. "That's probably the last thing anyone would think."



This is leagues better than your last post. Glad to see you're putting effort into this and taking my suggestions. I'd like to see one more post of this quality before I approve you. ~Peregrine

[Juliana]

I need you to know
I'm not through the night
Some days I'm still fighting to walk towards the light

Some hours before Bram's post...

Night hung heavy over the Inn. Downstairs, the Juggler moved among the regular drinking patrons. It was close on midnight before DragonLord Juliana Marie Sundry the Third woke in the upstairs room she still maintained regardless of how many other places she could and did spend her nights. She opened her vividly verdant eyes blearily, and more or less peeled her tall, slender form out of the warm spot in her bed. Bare feet, pale like the rest of her skin, met the cold hardwood floor with a muffled thump. Juli sat on the edge of her bed for a moment, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, then stood with a groan that sounded far older than a maiden of her sixteen-odd years should have been capable of. As she shambled weakly over to the small washbasin in the corner of the room, fragments of too-vivid memories flashed through her head.

A cherished friend, her body broken on the ground in a pool of blood. The look on a beloved sister's face at the news that the unthinkable had happened. Home, destroyed. The man who brought all this and more upon the world dead at Juliana's feet, his achingly familiar face strangely peaceful for that of one who had died at the hand of his best friend.

In the present, the teenage healer vomited into a bucket she kept next to her washbasin. When the memories and the nausea that accompanied them were gone, she washed her hands and face clean of any trace of what had just happened. Clean, to start the workday. Clean, to hide what was becoming of her.

She caught a glimpse of her own face in the mirror, her long brown hair in total disarray, her face even whiter than usual and twisted into an uncomfortable grimace, and immediately below that that her thin, simple white nightgown with the high, loose collar she had sewn into it to hide the cruel pink slash of a scar across her throat. I hate these episodes... she thought dully. She had been forced to live through a lot lately, and as usual her mind was tossing up the old scars to compare with the new ones that had just breached her mind. It'd drive me to drink, if I didn't find alcohol so utterly repulsive.

Still, Juliana Sundry had to face the day--or rather the night--ahead of her, the same as anyone else. There was nothing to be gained by trying to avoid it, so she turned to her small wardrobe and drew out a long, modest pink robe like the ones she wore on most days. She dressed quickly: stripping off her nightgown and placing it in her pack in case she slept somewhere else tomorrow; pulling her robe on and fastening it properly with quick, deft motions; sliding a pair of sandals onto her feet and fastening them quickly with a spell (otherwise they fell off far too easily); tying a cape around her neck to hide her scar; and finally looking back into her mirror and arranging her hair into her usual neat ponytail. Then she swished out of the room, her face set into a grim mask despite her otherwise-perfect appearance.

I hate having to face the drunks...

I need you to know
That we'll be okay
Together we can make it through another day

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I'm not going to say it was a completely perfect post, because it was not. You did, however, really give the little details that really make the situation fit together. There were areas that I personally did feel as if had complete flow, but other then that, I see little to no mistakes, and you've made a post without too many corny cliches, as is the norm these days. I look forward to seeing a second post, so I can approve you. Thank you for actually putting your time into this, as we can all see that by the end result. Oh, and the little lyrics at the start and conclusion are a nice touch, but make it feel more like a short story, at least to me. Still, it was a great read. ~Xusha

[Arch Fiend]

The lady in white sits in her booth still, slightly disappointed that the young lady she had signaled turned down her invitation to chat. Though she could not blame her for having better things to deal with, like the theft of an expensive looking drink by a clown. Still just wanting to stay in the shadows she looks around the room seeing more ppl pack in, first a man whom she thought quite unsure of himself as he walked in then abruptly out being followed by the girl she had signaled. Then a odd looking fellow whom flashily magic’d himself into the bar stealing the young lady’s drink. And oddly on close examination a fallen angel who seems to be in the low point of his life for possibly more then the 1st time.

As steps are heard on the stairs behind her she sees a vary young lady in pink who appears to have oddly just woken up in this time of night. The young lady appears to have had a bad dream of something, coming down with a dissatisfied look on her face. “maybe just teen aged hormones.” She mentally laughed to herself seeing the girl finish coming down. "wonder if this is the usual crowd or if i really do have odd luck." she thinks to herself fallowing the pink dressed lady with her eyes, then goes back to watching the rather humorous bar fight she is predicting between the new funny dressed guest and the lady she found so interesting.

Xusha was the one planning to engage your character and get a reaction out of you, so I'll let her handle this one. I'm just explaining why I'm skipping past your post and moving onto Rob's. ~Peregrine

[Robaldo]

Before the man that looked like a clown could reply to Scar’s earlier question, Scar felt an odd presence, the presence of a Dragon Lord.
“Ah, how many years has it been since I felt the presence of a Dragon Lord?”
Looking around the room, Scar’s eyes came to rest on several people that could have been the dragon slayer. The first one his eyes fell upon was that of a woman in the back. For several minutes, Scar had felt like someone was watching him and as he turned to get a closer look at the woman, he realized she had been looking at quite a few people in the bar of interesting character. Following her gaze to the newest person to enter the scene, Scar’s eyes caught the site of pink. Coming down the stairs was a young lady, with the gait of an old lady. Looking closely at the girl, Scar’s eyes began to view through her magic illusions. Unbelievably enough, the woman’s illusions were very powerful.

“What’s up with her? Usually I have no problem viewing through illusions.”
Taking a closer look, Scar began to see an outline through her dress. Focusing his eyes, Scar was finally able to make out what it was.
“Ah, so she is the Dragon Lord. I kind of expected someone more uptight, like the last one.”

After a few minutes contemplating whether or not the pink dressed woman would make any difference to what was going on with the clown, Scar decided she was of no importance to him and returned his attention to the clown. Looking directly at the clown, Scar yelled for the bartender to get a Bloody Mary just like the one the clown has. As soon as the bartender set the drink in front of him, Scar took it up. Without even looking or smelling to see if it was the same as the other, Scar switched the one in his hand with that of the clowns, and walked over to Xusha. Handing the Bloody Mary over to Xusha, he quickly walked back over to the clown before even waiting for a word from Xusha. Slowly approaching the clown from behind, Scar dropped one hand onto his shoulder and said, “Now that I got you a drink, you have to tell me why you would steal that lady’s drink anyway.”

~Approved~
This post is just as good as the last one. Your English may not be flawless, however, you'll find that no one has flawless English. Regardless of the odd typo, your posts are perfectly understandable and you've proved you know how to role-play. Keep up the good work, and welcome to TR's advanced role-playing forum. Congratulations on being the first one accepted!
~Peregrine

[Peregrine]

Hmm, The Juggler pondered silently. This character who's harassing me has robes that are stereotypically those of a practitioner of the dark arts. But what field? Necromancy? That's fairly common around here. Based on her robes, it wouldn't surprise me if she's just some push-over trying to look more dangerous and mysterious than she really is so that people leave her alone. Regardless, if she is a practitioner of the dark arts, she won’t want to draw attention to herself by attacking me. Besides, it's been a lifetime since I got anything from this inn for free.

Before he even had a chance to respond to his current new acquaintance, another one began bothering him.

"Hey man, you look funny. If I buy you a drink can you explain to me why you stole her drink?"

The Juggler didn't turn to regard whoever was behind him, assuming him to be some simple inn patron. Instead, he began to talk very fast. Not because he was nervous, but just to aid in his confusion tactics.

"So many questions! I don't know how I can answer them all. I'll start with the person who asked me first. My dear, this is by no means your drink. You know how I can tell?"

The Juggler left his inquiry to hang in the air for a moment, but just a moment, for he started back up again before anyone had a chance to interject.

"It's quite simply really. You said the tomato juice is fresh. This drink was sitting on the counter when I arrived. It may have been here for minutes, even hours! It is only as fresh now as it is yours. And, may I remind you, it is not yours at all."

Before The Juggler could reply to the newcomer, he heard yelling from behind him at Yulgar to get a drink exactly like the one he had found.

Congratulations on such a cunning ploy, The Juggler thought snidely. I certainly won’t see this one coming. Although I must say, your taste in women certainly has taken me by surprise.

The Juggler proceeded to begin to reply to the man's original query, but kept his gaze on the woman, so as not to be looking at his drink.

"Well my good sir. I would certainly love to re-explain myself for a drink. In fact, I can think of no better cause for a drink! As my grandfather always used to say-"

There as a slight thump nearby as the newly made Bloody Mary was set down on the table. The Juggler stopped talking and put on his best smile. A smile made even broader when the man from behind him presented the woman with her Bloody Mary, and then walked behind him with surprising speed and clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"Now that I got you a drink, you have to tell me why you would steal that lady’s drink anyway."

The Juggler didn't reply. He didn't feel the need to. Instead, he just reached into his leather satchel, and took out a third Bloody Mary identical to the other two. He set it on the counter next to the one the man had ordered him so that everyone might see the similarities between the two, and then snapped his fingers.

His smile became a toothy grin when the drink the woman was holding, the one the man had procured for her, turned to smoke in her hands.

[Robaldo]

Looking over to where Xusha was standing, he saw that her drink had disappeared.
“Now man was that really necessary?”
Placing a large amount of gold on the counter, Scar asked for another drink same way as last time. Within a few minutes, the bartender had collected the gold and delivered the drink. Taking up the drink, Scar slowly walked over to Xusha and handed it to her. Walking back to the man’s side, he commented, “You know, I don’t think you have looked at me even once while either I was talking to you, or you were talking to me. Do you have a problem with my kind?” Reaching his hand into one of the sleeves of his cloak, Scar produced two feathers. One of the feathers was black, while the other was red. Setting down the two feathers in front of the man, Scar ordered another round of his favorites.
“You know what’s great about being a fallen angel? No matter how much I drink, I never become impaired. I may get a hangover in the morning, but at least it never affects me as it does to you humans.”

Taking the amaretto and rum that had finally arrived, Scar began to do as he always does, and use the amaretto to chase the rum. After a few minutes, Scar began to question the guy again.
“So man, what was the point of taking the drink I stole from you? I mean it was the exact same as the other, and I gave you one for free. Shouldn’t you of been happy with that?”

[Xusha]

*Why am I experiencing this hesitation? This is unfortunate. It is better to know what you want to do, as opposed to being in a situation where I may need to reveal myself. Though something about this jester is strange, as I feel his darker side, but all these emotions show a human side... I'd imagine.*

Looking over to the jester once more, her irises a deep golden color, Xusha examined this figure once again. She knew that if she revealed herself in this location, she would never again be welcome, but she also knew that if she did nothing, then this man could assume that he could do whatever he wanted with her. Lost in thought, she hardly realized that the other man had bought her another drink.

*Alright... I know what I need to do. This will not make these people happy, but it will resolve this high tension, and perhaps I'll meet someone new...*

Xusha, still silent, looked now to the fallen angel. Someone so willing to reveal himself, and taking pride in what he was. She noted that he was nothing like her brother of sorts, Astaroth. Was he among those who had rebelled? This figure certainly had a dark origin, but Xusha knew better then to confront him on it. Falling into her own origins for a moment, she chose her next words in Latin, as it was more formal to those of angelic descent, and many did not understand it in this world.

"Gratias ago vos pro vestri suffragium." (Thank you for your assistance)

Realizing her choice of words only after she had spoke in the tongue, she knew that her next move would be crucial. She removed a precious stone from the same pouch that she had recently reached into. This stone, a Citrine, represented far more then simply a gift of wealth. Perhaps soon, this figure would comprehend it himself, but at this time Xusha took the new drink, and she promptly retreated to the table with the young lady who had previously motioned her. A tad uncomfortable with how she had handled things, Xusha thought that all of the attention she was getting would finally cease, as she did not want to reveal too much about herself at this time. Finally, after avoiding all of the drunks, she reached the table, and sat across from the lady, looking deep into her irises. She gave a bowing gesture, and smiled, though it seemed forced.

"Do you have news for me? Did Astarté send you?"

[Robaldo]

All of a sudden shivers ran down Scar’s spine. The feathers on both his body and wings began to quiver. Throwing all of his senses around the room, he let his intuition guide him. Finally taking a step back from the joker, he turned around. As soon as he had turned around he heard the soft language of Latin.
“Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle. Today just got interesting.”
Listening from the echoes of the voice, his ears directed him to the woman he had helped earlier. Looking closely, he saw two golden Irises. In only a second, Scar watched as the eyes made a slight down jag, slowly following the woman’s eyes, Scar beheld the sight of a citrine, in her hand. Slowly, Scar watched the woman walk over to a female sitting at a table by herself.
Ignoring everything he was going to ask the joker, Scar slowly strode over to the table and sat down with the two women. Sighing a bit as he focused on remembering the old tongue, Scar asked, “Abyssus meus amicus, es vos per lux lucis vel atrum.” (Hello my friend, are you with light or dark)

Quietly, Scar took out a small chain, out from inside his cloak. On the chain was a small pendent, with a red and black stone in it. Laying down the pendent and chain on the table, Scar asked, “vos es a volatilis unus, vox?”(you are a winged one, right?)