You go down a snowy path, following a series of lights. As you get further down the path, a cabin comes into view. It is a larger, cozy, two story building with large patios and windows. Once you come inside from the winter weather that decided to come around, you see trays of every food and drink you can dream of. Every type of seating is scattered all over the large, open rooms downstairs.
Upstairs are several bedrooms and offices, perfect if you need a break from the noise.
"Hello and welcome! come on in, get some food. You look hungry. If you have not met me, I'm Adelia, the Head Archangel of the Reaper Order. Don't worry, not working tonight, taking a brief break to have a little fun with others." Adelia would walk over, offering a change of clothes if yours are wet and cold.
(Anything goes, just don't kill someone and try not to drift into the m-rated section. Use private rp for that please! This is intended for characters to have fun and meet when they normally would not meet. Maybe you shall find your next rp partner?)
Upstairs are several bedrooms and offices, perfect if you need a break from the noise.
"Hello and welcome! come on in, get some food. You look hungry. If you have not met me, I'm Adelia, the Head Archangel of the Reaper Order. Don't worry, not working tonight, taking a brief break to have a little fun with others." Adelia would walk over, offering a change of clothes if yours are wet and cold.
(Anything goes, just don't kill someone and try not to drift into the m-rated section. Use private rp for that please! This is intended for characters to have fun and meet when they normally would not meet. Maybe you shall find your next rp partner?)
There comes a plume of pink smoke before a pink-skinned woman dressed in a dancer's garb appeared and began oggling the food.
"Oh my goodness! It all looks so good!"
From there she grabs a turkey leg and shoves the entire thing down her throat before pouring a tray of mashed potatoes into her mouth.
"Oh my goodness! It all looks so good!"
From there she grabs a turkey leg and shoves the entire thing down her throat before pouring a tray of mashed potatoes into her mouth.
Adelia sips a glass of red wine as the first guest comes in. "Way too cold out for all, don't you agree?" She sits by the fireplace and snuggles into a cozy, red armchair.
The next visitor actually does step in through the door rather than using some means to teleport in, pausing to remove his blue cloak and shake it off outside, getting rid of the flaky snow as he is followed in by a slightly shorter individual in a similar cloak. Both fold their cloaks, and tuck them away in the first one's backpack.
The bigger one, a blond with straight, shoulder-length hair, is nearly six feet, athletically built with decent tone, dressed in the garb of what appears to be some sort of livery--possibly a servant or minor noble? He certainly seems to have the air of one born to nobility. The second one, with much darker, close-cropped hair, and sharp green eyes, is dressed in similar colors but in light armor instead, likely the first one's guard judging from the wary way he scans this way and that, staying ever alert for possible trouble and one hand resting seemingly casually on the hilt of his sword.
The one he guards, however, seems much more at ease, rubbing his hands together, a little bit of flickering flame appearing and gently washing over both himself and his guard, a little steam coming off them as it both evaporates any clinging moisture and washed away any lingering chill. "Ah, a fine establishment you have here!" the blond noble declares after dismissing his magic. Seems he takes the place for an inn."It is quite fortunate it was here, that blizzard earlier came out of nowhere. I fear it may have been conjured by an untrained mage, and a powerful one at that. It is a wonder how he went undiscovered this long."
((Minor note for the purpose of those who may be able to detect it through some power or another. While Samson is not aware of it, his guard is a woman masquerading as a man. And she appears to be a man unless some supernatural sense tells one otherwise.))
The bigger one, a blond with straight, shoulder-length hair, is nearly six feet, athletically built with decent tone, dressed in the garb of what appears to be some sort of livery--possibly a servant or minor noble? He certainly seems to have the air of one born to nobility. The second one, with much darker, close-cropped hair, and sharp green eyes, is dressed in similar colors but in light armor instead, likely the first one's guard judging from the wary way he scans this way and that, staying ever alert for possible trouble and one hand resting seemingly casually on the hilt of his sword.
The one he guards, however, seems much more at ease, rubbing his hands together, a little bit of flickering flame appearing and gently washing over both himself and his guard, a little steam coming off them as it both evaporates any clinging moisture and washed away any lingering chill. "Ah, a fine establishment you have here!" the blond noble declares after dismissing his magic. Seems he takes the place for an inn."It is quite fortunate it was here, that blizzard earlier came out of nowhere. I fear it may have been conjured by an untrained mage, and a powerful one at that. It is a wonder how he went undiscovered this long."
((Minor note for the purpose of those who may be able to detect it through some power or another. While Samson is not aware of it, his guard is a woman masquerading as a man. And she appears to be a man unless some supernatural sense tells one otherwise.))
"Indeed, it took a miracle to get this thing set up and ready. Need dry clothes?" Adelia snaps her fingers and a neat pile of dry clothing appeared on the table by the door. "Not an inn, but anyone is welcome to stay as long as they need, it is the holidays after all!" The Head Reaper stands up and motions to the food, "hungry?"
She would then a piece of sweetbread before returning to her chair.
She would then a piece of sweetbread before returning to her chair.
Jacob approached the cabin on wolf form, lead by the tempting scent of turkey. It had been a long winter already. As he approached the door, he changed into human form and strode through.
"Hello, it's kind of you to have us for dinner. It must be a lonely job that you have. No one wants to see you coming, because of your job..." Jacob said to the hostess. "But let's forget all that...I'm Jacob," he said, offering his hand to shake.
He refused the change of clothes. "This is nothing," he remarked, looking down at his drenched short.
"Hello, it's kind of you to have us for dinner. It must be a lonely job that you have. No one wants to see you coming, because of your job..." Jacob said to the hostess. "But let's forget all that...I'm Jacob," he said, offering his hand to shake.
He refused the change of clothes. "This is nothing," he remarked, looking down at his drenched short.
"Aye we spotted the lights from our ship. The house and the aroma of the fresh dinner. Turkey and all the fixings. Our supplies running low to the next port we sail into. Thank you for this bountiful feast for me my crew and my illustrious father he always needs attention". As my crew and i grab dinner and a glass of wine." My crew and i will clean up after dinner kind madam".
"Adelia." she takes his hand, shaking it. "Come in, eat. You look hungry as a wolf." She winks to let him know she was only teasing. "Trust me, being a reaper is not lonely, I have a lot of reapers under my command.
Taffy looked up to see more arrivals coming to join them before scarfing down an entire keylime pie at once. "I just hope they don't eat up all the good stuff before I get to it. I haven't even tried any of the pudding yet!"
"Thank you, your hospitality is appreciated, but new clothes are not required," he says, looking thoughtful for a moment when she says that it is no inn. "Food, however, is always welcome--a mage must always replenish his reserves when possible!" he declares with a smile, getting a small plate and piling it high with sugary and savory pastries to share with his guard. He retreats to, of all things, a beanbag chair, sitting down and seeming to find the thing utterly fascinating, almost charming, judging by the way he pokes and prods it and even grins in delight like a little schoolboy. He briefly tests the food with a dash of magic before as he starts nibbling, and then, craning his head this way and that, observes all the other new arrivals--something his guard had already begun doing the moment they began showing up.
The guard seems to be most concerned with the pirate lass, not sure if he likes the look of her, especially not near her charge. The nobleman, however, raises his hand in greeting to Jacob. [color]"Come now, everyone knows it is foolish to court death with cold, wet clothes!"[/color] he calls, with an apologetic nod to Adelia. "No offense meant, your hospitality is impeccable," he adds, before turning back to Jacob, holding out his hand, literal sparks of fire dancing between his fingers. [color]"I could, at the least, quickly dry your clothes, if you like,"[/color] he offers from where he sits. "Would be no trouble or danger, it is something I have done hundreds of times for myself, and my brother."
His guard still keeps a wary eye on everyone, but cannot help shaking his head at the Djinni's lack of foresight--and display of gluttony well in excess of anything a human noble was usually capable of. "Such an attitude is foolish, clearly there is enough for all; even an army of mages made hungry by casting all day could not devour this entire feast," he gently chides, nibbling on a pocket pie filled with a savory vegetable mix. He might think far more than he is saying, but has the presence of mind to hold his tongue from further speech, as his purpose is not to anger others, but protection of the nobleman. In fact angering another would be counter-productive to his own job.
The guard seems to be most concerned with the pirate lass, not sure if he likes the look of her, especially not near her charge. The nobleman, however, raises his hand in greeting to Jacob. [color]"Come now, everyone knows it is foolish to court death with cold, wet clothes!"[/color] he calls, with an apologetic nod to Adelia. "No offense meant, your hospitality is impeccable," he adds, before turning back to Jacob, holding out his hand, literal sparks of fire dancing between his fingers. [color]"I could, at the least, quickly dry your clothes, if you like,"[/color] he offers from where he sits. "Would be no trouble or danger, it is something I have done hundreds of times for myself, and my brother."
His guard still keeps a wary eye on everyone, but cannot help shaking his head at the Djinni's lack of foresight--and display of gluttony well in excess of anything a human noble was usually capable of. "Such an attitude is foolish, clearly there is enough for all; even an army of mages made hungry by casting all day could not devour this entire feast," he gently chides, nibbling on a pocket pie filled with a savory vegetable mix. He might think far more than he is saying, but has the presence of mind to hold his tongue from further speech, as his purpose is not to anger others, but protection of the nobleman. In fact angering another would be counter-productive to his own job.
The scent of warm food and drink wafted towards the wolfess upon the winds. Audits perking as frame turns following ebon nose to the scent. Once a tavern like building comes into view, she would shift into human form and walks towards the door. Pushing it open with her hand and waling inside, “mmm” she says as she nears the tables filled with food and drink.
"Come in, come in. Don't worry about the food and drink running out, it replenishes itself. Good thing to, or Taffy would eat us out." Adelia gives the pink Djinn a playful smile.
She continues to sip her wine, eying the guard with amused curiosity.
She continues to sip her wine, eying the guard with amused curiosity.
The guard seems to notice the attention drawn to him, turning to look Adelia in the eye, blinking only once, as was probably necessary to keep his eyes from drying out. Brows were raised high as if to say, 'what?' without a word actually being said.
She simply gives the guard a knowing smile before getting up to get more food.
The guard seems to be trying to suppress a shiver, backing up a step and leaning back on the edge of the table, returning to their careful scan of the room's inhabitants.
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