The wooden door groaned open. (open RP thread)

[s4rx7]

(Thought I'd create a RP thread for any characters not involved in getting Lone back ;p)



The wooden door groaned open. A waitress looked up from cleaning one of the many tables, but the light from the last of the day’s sun light shone brightly behind the would be patron, leaving the man cast in his own shadow. Closing the door behind him the waitress could now see a hooded man maybe an elf, either way it was not an uncommon site for this establishment and so went about her duties.

Looking around, Malekith could see the place was typically empty for this time of day. Night would fall before this place would fill. The Salted Rim was after all the drinking hole for those of a more dubious nature.

Shortly after sitting down in his usual seat a waitress appeared with a bottle of whisky and a single glass. A money pouch then fell heavily onto her tray “I have.. a few acquaintances that shall be coming tonight, after I point them out, make sure every time they turn around they have a full glass, what ever is left is yours to keep” his voice was deep and smooth, before she could thank him for what would easily be a large tip he waved her away.

As the sun continued to set more and more foot steps echoed of the wooden floor as the place filled with patrons. Malekith moved silently through the crowds, only staying in one place to hear if the conversations warranted further attention. With the smallest of gestures he selected those he wanted the waitress to serve, a mixture of those he was actually interested in and random drinkers to through of anyone that may have been watching.

The night continued on in much the same way, the whisper of the dubious revealed many pieces of possibly useful information, who was with whom, at whom they may have had on the side, but it was the tale of the helldog pack that interested him most. The ale flowed freely into their mugs, and the information he now sought came with out direct influence. Taking his half empty bottle whisky Malekith retreated into the cold night outside.

So a horned man called forth a pack of helldogs aboard a ship. He must not care if he is found, so you are either daft or exceedingly confidant in your gifts. I will find this ship and clean up your mess before they have the courage to spill their story to the ‘boots, then hell fiend, we -shall- meet.

[Mon-Da-Oth]

Mon da Oth stood in the twilight just outside the Salted Rim and stared out into the harbor. The sun had just finished setting and the sky was layered in rich dark blues and purples. The sound of the ocean waves could be heard slapping against the docks. He made a snarling sound and spit out a blood filled wad of mucus which landed on the ground with a splat.

One of the ogres he was hunting had managed to knock him hard in the face breaking off the upper portion of his left tusk. The normally rounded off tusk now had a jagged edge and had managed to gouge a deep wound into Mon's upper lip. Blood flowed freely from the wound and into his mouth forcing him to spit to rid himself of it. Considering what he had gone through during his childhood this was but a small annoyance. Getting punched in the face by an ogre was also an annoyance to him but a slightly larger one. Mon had made sure that ogre wouldn't be punching anyone else and he was pleased with that thought.

Walking up to the edge of the Salted Rim Mon da Oth struck the side of the building with his hammer chipping off a rough bit of the stone wall. He reached down and picked up the chip and holding his lips back away from the tusk he began filing the rough edge of the tusk with the stone chip.

[Vahene]

Ivae E'lya'n slid into the Salted Rim, wearing her prettiest and most attractive high cut outfit. She didn't want to be noticed, and the cloak around her which covered most of her body and features told that story. The hood around her face, however, did show wisps of her tell-tale red hair, and a good deal of her face. Thus, she purposely sat in a back corner, ordered a bottle of wine, and asked not to be disturbed.

Though, she knew that wouldn't last long if she knew this place. Asking not to be disturbed was usually a beacon for 'come speak to me', or 'come find trouble with me'. Two things Ivy usually did very well.

Idly she wondered if the barkeep had any dwarven ale, so she could get rip roaring drunk. Silently, Ivy cursed her inability to get drunk on normal drinks and drank directly from the wine bottle, thinking of a familiar red haired elf who was tearing her heart into little pieces.

[Cerberus]

Laran scoffed as he walked in the back door of the Rim and made his way around the tables to slump into a chair. Exasperated, he recounted his first few days in this strange place.

After being led ashore (he had them give up a rowboat and rowed himself to shore further down from this little port town), Laran arrived in this little town. Faerth insisted on accompanying him, but Laran waved it off, insisting that helldogs would not be welcome in a town, especially when all he wanted was to live in peace. He could watch over Laran from the outside Plane as he always had done.

His first day in Daris, some damned rogue already tried to pick pocket him. He had lost much gold and most of his healing supplies, and that left him in a bad mood.

Several of these "Redboots" had spent time in the farmlands, cleaning out some odd bug infestation, but Laran accidentally got injured, passing by a spot where several of the largest bugs had rallied themselves. Limping back to town, Laran patched himself with the few bandages he had left. Fortunately one of the boots offered him a small payment for the trouble, and Laran was able to purchase more supplies, and now, he was going to get a drink or two.

Sighing, and flinching slightly with his bandages, Laran put his head down on the table. He was also going to get a room tonight, so he could sleep somewhere without this blasted hat on.

[JaeEleutheria]

Ariadne yawned as she walked into the Salted Rim. She was in high spirits after doing what she considered to be showing Raven who was boss. She would do it again tonight if she needed, unless this blasted rogue named Lee Tennick decided to annoy her again.

She noticed Ivae and her heart softened. She pulled out from her sack a stash she had of dwarven ale, sat down by Ivae and set it in front of her.

And said nothing at all.

[Vahene]

Ivy didn't say a word to Ari, she just dropped the wine bottle she had been nursing and switched it for a glass and some dwarven ale. The ale burned as it went down, and the rogue immediately felt her limbs turning to fire. She put her head on the table a moment and when she lifted it she smiled gratefully at the paladin.

[s4rx7]

It did not take long for Malekith to locate the ship, the fresh scorch marks a dead give away. Staying in the shadow he watched as what was left of the crew preparing for the night. While waiting for the crew to go below Malekith hid a backpack in one of the few shadowy shores. Time slipped by and the crew disappeared below deck. Malekith let his mind reach out to his familiar which he had left in the abandoned home just by the docks.

Board the first ship, make just enough noise to draw the guards aboard don’t let them see you.

The panther slipped passed the guards with easy, and made his way aboard. He tipped over chairs and desks, all the way into the kitchen where he proceeded to hunt out there stores of meat. The two patrolling guards rushed aborad.

Malekith made his way to the scorched ship, slipping in hopefully unnoticed. Quietly searching below decks he found only 3 crew members luckily all human, oddly all in the same room.

Those helldogs must have really shaken the captain for him to bunk with the rest of the crew.

A few whispered words and a wave of his hand, Malekith ensuring all where fast asleep. He took out a length of fabric and tied it around his face and mouth, then retrieved a small leather pouch. Carefully opening it, and removed a pitch of the powder and placed it on the captains upper lip, replicating the procedure to the rest of them as well.

Soon not even a knife to the gut will wake them *smirking*

Malekith searched the ship unhindered, eventually finding their store of liquor. Filling a couple of mugs of ale he made his way back to the room and splashed it around ensuring all smelled of the cheap booze, then returning a number of times spashing it around the place ensuring the ship smelled like the salty rim. Leaning over the Captin Malekith poured some of his own whisky over his blanket and then into his mouth. Holding the captains nose he ensured the whisky was swallowed, he repeated this process until the captains breath reeked of the whisky, then placed the bottle in his hand and lit up a cigar he found next to the bed, then placed the captains hand atop of the blanket and inserted the lit cigar.

This should give me enough time to get out of here, although I will not be able to walk on the docks.

Hiding as well as he could, Malekith made his way to anchor line, and climbed down into the cold water below. Silently swimming towards the shore line, where no lanterns had been placed. Thick black smoke seeped its way out of the ship, the roaring crackle of the fire not far behind. Although the reboots leaped heroically into action it was far too late to save the lives of those aboard. A fact the ‘boots would nly discover after.

Hmm I wonder if I was seen entering or exiting that boat… doesn’t matter all they would be able to see was a man in a clock and hood… even still.

Before walking ashore Malekith muttered a few words and disappeared. Moving over to the back pack he had hidden earlier. Removed all clothing, rings boots, everything, opened the backpack pulling out a towel. After drying and dressing using the items from the bag, he placed all the wet items back in the bag. Malekith Hurled the bag into the see and watch it sink.

[s4rx7]

It did not take long for Malekith to locate the ship, the fresh scorch marks a dead give away. Staying in the shadow he watched as what was left of the crew preparing for the night. While waiting for the crew to go below Malekith hid a backpack in one of the few shadowy shores. Time slipped by and the crew disappeared below deck. Malekith let his mind reach out to his familiar which he had left in the abandoned home just by the docks.

Board the first ship, make just enough noise to draw the guards aboard don’t let them see you.

The panther slipped passed the guards with easy, and made his way aboard. He tipped over chairs and desks, all the way into the kitchen where he proceeded to hunt out there stores of meat. The two patrolling guards rushed aboard.

Malekith made his way to the scorched ship, slipping in hopefully unnoticed. Quietly searching below decks he found only 3 crew members luckily all human, oddly all in the same room.

Those helldogs must have really shaken the captain for him to bunk with the rest of the crew.

A few whispered words and a wave of his hand, Malekith ensuring all where fast asleep. He took out a length of fabric and tied it around his face and mouth, then retrieved a small leather pouch. Carefully opening it, and removed a pitch of the powder and placed it on the captains upper lip, replicating the procedure to the rest of them as well.

Soon not even a knife to the gut will wake them *smirking*

Malekith searched the ship unhindered, eventually finding their store of liquor. Filling a couple of mugs of ale he made his way back to the room and splashed it around ensuring all smelled of the cheap booze, then returning a number of times spashing it around the place ensuring the ship smelled like the salty rim. Leaning over the Captin Malekith poured some of his own whisky over his blanket and then into his mouth. Holding the captains nose he ensured the whisky was swallowed, he repeated this process until the captains breath reeked of the whisky, then placed the bottle in his hand and lit up a cigar he found next to the bed, then placed the captains hand atop of the blanket and inserted the lit cigar.

This should give me enough time to get out of here, although I will not be able to walk on the docks.

Hiding as well as he could, Malekith made his way to anchor line, and climbed down into the cold water below. Silently swimming towards the shore line, where no lanterns had been placed. Thick black smoke seeped its way out of the ship, the roaring crackle of the fire not far behind. Although the reboots leaped heroically into action it was far too late to save the lives of those aboard. A fact the ‘boots would nly discover after.

Hmm I wonder if I was seen entering or exiting that boat… doesn’t matter all they would be able to see was a man in a clock and hood… even still.

Before walking ashore Malekith muttered a few words and disappeared. Moving over to the back pack he had hidden earlier. Removed all clothing, rings boots, everything, opened the backpack pulling out a towel. After drying and dressing using the items from the bag, he placed all the wet items back in the bag. Malekith Hurled the bag into the see and watch it sink.

[s4rx7]

Still under the magic shroud, Malekith slipped back in to the Salty Rim and found an empty shadow to rest in. There where many more faces in the room since he left, but on in particular caught his attention.

Surely the search is not that simple?

Malekith watch the new comer fiddle with his bandages and try to blend in with the crowed. From within the shadows Malekith watched with studying eyes.

All us half breeds share common traits, most of which these mortals do not see. Turning our heads just that little more than we should be able to. The manner of our walk, the subtle gestures that we try to hide when amongst the lesser beings.

Malekith waited so intently for even the smallest hint that this new face was the one he was looking for, that his did not realise his spell had worn off.