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Post by Dirtywork on Dec 16, 2017 21:28:29 GMT
The Golden Fox was a tavern unlike any other. The owner was a rich man, ancient and clever with a lot of business sense, he knew how to build a pub and how to build it well. It stood two stories tall with a basement and small attic space for supplies. The top floor was all bedrooms that were rented out either as inn space or for other less savory activities while the bottom floor was mostly just a tavern- wide open space with dark wood floors and tables scattered as far as the eye could see. To the right of the door was a long counter, l shaped as it rounded one corner of the building, and many patrons sat huddled over their drinks on tall navy blue stools. Somewhere behind the counter was a kitchen, for the sound of pots and pans scraping could be heard under the roar of laughter and the bellowing voices of people in the midst of jovial conversation. A hole in the wall could be seen, surrounded by shelving which was stocked to the brim with booze of all kinds from all over the world and at the back was a staircase that lead down into the basement.
Dirtywork appeared from this staircase suddenly, towering over the crowd that seemed to be mostly dwarves this time of year. They came down from the mountain to enjoy the warmer climate of Mir, some staying for the entire winter, some only visiting. At 6 feet 4 inches, Dirty loomed over them and was obvious as he made his way through the crowd, his long arms full of bottles, which he quickly ushered behind the long bar. He started putting them away, taking down the empty bottles and replacing them with the full ones from the basement, when someone banged loudly on the window to the kitchen. He called ‘Order up!’ not nearly loud enough for a human to hear over all of the noise but the horse shifter was keen and dropped everything that he was doing on the spot to head to the window and take the tray. A small platter of meat and mead was laid out to be taken to its table and Dirty had to take a moment to read the tag on its tray to know where to go before heading back out into the throng.
He brought the tray to a table in the far left corner of the tavern, a less popular spot because the overhead lights were out, the chandelier hanging at an angle with no candles in it. It was dark, a sinister feel to it where someone could be snatched away at any moment without being seen, the back door was only feet away. But Dirty bustled over without a care in the world or a thought in his mind. He placed the tray on the table in front of its single patron. The table could seat four and while most of the other tables in the tavern were bursting with life, this one was quiet, dark and alone. The werehorse gave his usual smile and wink of one blue eye.
“Here you go darling.”
((Hope this is an okay starter, it's a little short for my tastes so let me know if you want me to add to it or change it up or anything.))
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Dec 27, 2017 10:21:29 GMT
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The tavern was filled with sounds and smell native to places like this. Humans, half-breeds and other scum were making merry here. Talking over a bite of food and a drink. It was common to make friends at places like this, so most people chose to sit out in the open or at least in the places where there was light. However, Eamon had placed himself in a dark corner near an exit. He had no wish to interact with the lesser beings the way they did with each other, instead the dragon regarded the crowds with a cold, dull gaze. His mind concerning itself with who was what and who would make the best meal. He had recently had his claws in a fae, so he would want something else this time... His appetite had risen after his meeting with the fae and he wanted to satisfy himself with someone worthy. Perhaps whoever might prove worthy to spend more time on. Perhaps he could rope them in and break their mind instead of their body this time? He had ordered some food to keep up the appearance of someone who wasn't on a hunt.
The dragon gaze had lingered on the servant who rushed around to serve the patrons several times. Mostly because he came into his line of sight more than once. But now the dark-haired man was moving towards his table with a smile on his lips and even winked at him. The man's eyes were blue, not the same blue as the fae's but blue nonetheless. He gave the stranger a smile and his otherwise cold eyes sparked with a charming warmth. No one had called the dragon darling in a long time. It was a bit strange to hear it, but he wasn't mad at the servant for it. Perhaps a servant was less witty and sarcastic than the fae? It would be nice to have someone who didn't take every opportunity to slap him in the face with words, even though it did get his blood into a slow boil and spoke to his more violent side. "Thank you"
He started to roam through his pockets to find a small purse of coin so he could pay for the food. With a small smile lingering on his lips he looked up at the man again. He did have a pretty little face... And a set of brilliant blue eyes. "Ah, here we go" he said as he found the leather pouch and started to fish out coins to pay for the meal and drink. His eyes were on the coins and his brown hair fell down to frame his face in soft waves.
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Post by Dirtywork on Dec 27, 2017 22:25:26 GMT
Dirty turned and perched himself delicately on the edge of the table, waiting patiently for the man to fish out his coin purse and sift through it. He tried not to stare, doing his best to mind his manners and keep his eyes elsewhere. He noticed the broken chandelier, sniffed quietly, wrinkling his nose at it and making an effort to remember to remind one of the other servants to fix it but he’d probably end up doing it himself. He was the tallest of the wait staff, not by much but enough that he would be the only one to reach it, probably with the help of a chair or a step stool. He hated fixing things, he was good with his hands but he preferred to build from scratch, fixing things around the tavern only made him realize how shoddily everything was made now days. If he could learn from a good smith, he could make a way better chandelier himself.
Blue eyes wandered from the light fixture to the room, passing over the heads of dwarves, noticing some elves and what could’ve been humans hiding out in the throng. He tried to tell by scent, tried to worm his way through the mass of body odor and booze to identify the scent of those that stuck out, but he was no hound. Just a horse, and his sense of smell was not keen enough to identify the pointy eared woman against the wall or the tall blond man arm wrestling at a table near the door. He’d just have to let his curiosity lie for now. That was when the sound of coins jingling drew his attention back to his current patron. Dark haired with a hint of hair on his sharp jaw, the man was handsome enough, Dirty didn’t really think much of it, he never did. But what he did notice was that the man looked human and even at this close a proximity, the horse shifter could not identify his species outside of that observation. He smelled musky but not, it didn’t have the haze, the cloudiness, of a musk but was more sharp like a cologne but not as overpowering as one. It seemed natural, strong, like the scent of a pine tree in winter, an unmovable force. It was pleasant and he smiled at it, though the man wasn’t looking up at him to see it at the time, it was just a reflex on his part.
“4.50” The horse shifter said, gentle but loud enough to be heard over the commotion, referring to the price of the meal. It was a bit hefty but they were a higher end tavern. He gestured to the smooth wood of the dark oak table beside him. “I can bring you a candle or a lantern too if you’d like, it’s a little dark over here.”
He paused, leaning in a little ways so he could quiet his voice. He was still loud but he wanted to give the illusion that he was sharing special information, that charming smile showing his straight teeth.
“Most of the others would charge for it but I’ll give one to you for free, just this once.” He winked again.
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Jan 8, 2018 21:50:08 GMT
The tall servant seemed to be a regular worker here, even though it shifted from time to time, but the dragon didn't bother remembering if it was years or weeks since he had last actually taken a look at the servants here. Most of them had the aura of a tired fish and seemed to only work for the sake of earning money, while he did understand most had to live off of their earnings for weeks, it seemed useless to do something you didn't enjoy. It would wear you out in the end. But the dragon didn't necessarily have to pay to fill his belly if he was hungry enough even the half-breeds which begged for money on the side of the road would do. Even though he had never tasted anything as disgusting and grotesque as a merfolk and dwarf breed... The dragons dark eyes sought out the servant's orbs of teal emeralds.
This one was different.
He seemed to actually enjoy just... Being here. Not in the way, that he liked the place and found it a relaxed place to work, but in the way that he almost thrived in this environment. It was rare, but there were a few gems around the world who enjoyed the position they had been given by someone else. In a world where everyone strove to gain power and be on top, this was rare. While the dragon was fully committed to power, he did have an unhealthy fascination with broken things and beings who seemed to thrive under the rule of someone else. He placed the coins on the table, his gaze had moved to the purse to make sure the more valuable items it held stayed where they were. It might not be precious stones or anything like that, but it was what he had left of his family. The scales might be worth something if you had enough for a suit fo armour, but the few he had harvested from his dead relatives were simply keepsakes to remember them by. He couldn't afford to lose them.
So as he closed the purse and slipped it away into a pocket, the servant leaned in closer, as if he wanted to share some more private or special information with him. He was tall enough to simply straighten his back and still dwarfen most people, but this beanstalk might be taller than himself. It was unusual to meet someone that tall, but... Almost nice for a change. He still managed to get closer to the others face by straightening his back though.
His face would usually be presented with a friendly smile on his lips and a rather mysterious and yet warm glow in his eyes. This time, however... The man had almost no expression on his face, but for the cool and confident glint in his eyes and an almost smug smile cruising on his lips, as he talked. "How could I refuse such a generous offer... Why don't you go get the finest one you have then?" His voice was hard and even though his words said one thing, his tone of voice was nothing short of the voice you would use to order someone around with.
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Post by Dirtywork on Jan 18, 2018 21:41:06 GMT
That smile was contagious and Dirty found himself beaming back at the dragon just for the sheer sake of it, the predatory nature of the grin did not scare him, it should have. Instead, it just put him where he belonged, a servant of the man and his desires, nothing more. Sliding off the table, the werehorse paused to carefully pick the coins from the slick surface, counting them aloud as he did so. It was exactly enough and he tilted his head approvingly, nodding, before turning and making his way off through the crowd again.
The man hadn’t seemed impatient, in fact if anything he seemed calm and cool and collected. But Dirty hurried anyway, not wanting to make any of his patrons wait. He bobbed and weaved his way through the crowd to the counter, where he paused to pull out the coin box and deposit the man’s payment, before he disappeared down the stairs at the far end of the bar. He hadn’t really thought this far ahead. They had lanterns but they were mostly broken down shoddy looking things covered in dust and spiderwebs. The man had asked for the finest lantern they could spare so, after wandering the basement for a moment, Dirty paused, tapped a finger on his chin thoughtfully, before moving off to the back end of the musky dungeon of a basement. There he opened a door to reveal a room lined with beds. Some servants were already tucked in and sleeping, but most of the beds were empty as their owners bustled around upstairs. Dirty crossed the room to the hanging lantern in the center, standing on his tippy toes to reach it and gently blow out the candle inside. Then, in the dark, he fumbled the clasp on the hook that held it to the chain dangling it from the ceiling and, after a long moment, he finally had his lantern.
He returned upstairs with a flourish, his long yellow and navy blue cape flapping behind him as he swiftly climbed the stairs and returned to the darkened table. He set the lantern in its center, taking a moment to make sure it was angled correctly before reaching into his pockets for a match. He fumbled again, searching pocket after pocket for his matchbook but eventually he found it and lit the candle inside. The lantern was dark, black brushed metal with a single yellow wax candle inside. But, as Dirty closed the hatch in the glass on the side, it lit the whole area with a warm yellow glow, brilliant and shining, unlike the rusted pieces of crap in the basement.
Standing back and looking proud of himself, the horse shifter crossed his arms, watching the flame in the lantern dance in the cool night air with an air of pride that could not be mistaken. It was clever of him to take the lantern from the servant’s quarters. Hopefully the man would be pleased with it.
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