Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
(this thread is for everyone , you can drop in and have a drink and a chat to who ever would be here at the time, do what ya want to do , play games , drink and get drunk, just be careful No action that would harm others except Drama you may have, so come on down and enjoy the aim of this thread is to be on going. )
(note: any bar fights that happen does mean you Oc may have to leave and come back later, or if they dont stop they should expect a bullet in the knee, also unless you are Melven dont mess with Rava )
the Salty dog was now finally finished , it was not a mess anymore as Rava made sure the pub was ready for the night. the bar was now more better, there was now bigger table , better chairs, a bit of art on the once bear walls , there was even a poker table. the bar was fully stocked and Rava was ready to man the night , hoping that it would be a good one.
Rava Opened the door as the afternoon started , ready for customers to come.
New in Lodan, Wern wanted to get to know the place as fast as he could. To understand the “lingo” as the city dwellers may or may not have called it. His books referred to such a phrase, but admittedly, Wern was too timid to ask if this was true and not brave enough to test it in the open. And so, he thought, why not go to a bar. Although not a drinker, pubs and bars always seemed to welcome him. The atmosphere calmed him, always filled with merriment, and the right amount of excitement if you asked him. Plus, it was a great place to meet people, to overhear tales, especially at dusk, right before the curfew, as people were reluctant to leave the sanctuary of the bar, but having to none the less or invoke the wrath of the queen’s mandate. Still, it was nice to arrive a bit earlier, as Wern did that day. He had heard through the grapevine that the Salty Dog was a descent place as any to dwell, and so far, it had been. He always sat in the corner, with a view of the tavern, ready to sketch any folk that caught his eye and write any words that caught his ear.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 7, 2015 6:02:34 GMT
Caitlin hadn't taken a moment to herself in so long, and given the multi-layered dilemma that was her LIFE, she could really use one. Bearing that in mind, she didn't make it far from the docks, choosing to drop anchor in the Salty Dog for a pint or two (or three) however many it took to forget her own name and the madness that plagued her mind of late.
The bells over the door chimed as she entered and even in her state of mental exhaustion, she couldnt help but notice the remarkable turnaround this old hole-in-the-wall had pulled off. Rava really did manage to transform the old wreckage into something slick.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Rava watched as the new customer came in as she looked him over with her eye . he looked ok enough as she waved him over "OI Welcome to the salty dog , what can i get you?" she asked , she noticed that he had a pad and pencil , by his attire he look like an artist of a sort "hay , if ya want to draw anything here , ya gotta know the owner 1st " she smiled. it was then she noticed Caitlin came in , it looked like she had been to the ball and back with what she was dressed in. "hay there Caitlin? the usual?" Rava asked as she picked up a glass to fill it for her with a pint , now this evening seemed to be getting interesting by the minutes. she then had an idea "hay if ya wanna draw someone , draw this lovely lady , she more cutter then me " Rava joked .
At the sound of Rava’s voice, Wern jumped. He had been expected to be greeted, but not in such a fashion, and now that he had, he scrambled to respond. Especially since he would not be allowed to draw, it seemed, until he talked to her? But the pubmaster did not give him much time to speak as another Lady entered the midst. Just as the pubmaster had said, she too, was beautiful. It seemed most people in Lodan were. But her, even more so. Now, he almost wished he had Goya at his side, but perhaps it was for the better. He laughed weakly as he scratched the back of his neck.
“Oh, no. I mean, I don’t want to be a bother. Both of you are too beautiful. I would not give you justice. Besides, the miss probably has her own reason for coming.” Perhaps to meet with a lover, or perhaps to contemplate life mysteries. But judging from the look in her eye, perhaps she wanted to drown life’s miseries as well.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 12, 2015 1:37:37 GMT
Caitlin laughed at Rava, "Hardly, if there is one thing she has more of than I, its cuteness," Caitlin replied - suddenly tugged into a conversation with an artist (or so it would appear.) He spoke up, too shy for his own good perhaps, at least in a place like this. Caitlin shook her head. "Non-sense, I am sure you are gifted enough to capture even her majesties likeness." Caitlin sat down at the gents' table, not pausing a moment.
"I always wanted to draw, but sadly it's not my gift. Tutors tried to help me find my muse, but were left wanting."
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
"oh no~ no~ , come on now i got scars all over , on top of that am a taken lady " Rava said as she showed her ring as she smiled "you got perfect skin, a smile that you could fall for and your dressed to impress " Rava giggled as she looked over to the artist "if you draw her , i will pay you for the drawing, it would be a nice something to have on the wall here " Rava asked , hoping Cait would be on board with the idea since she always gave her free drinks all the time
When the lady sat at his table, without regard or concern for asking, well, Wern was a bit taken aback, but conversation prevented him from pondering, or even considering to question the other’s actions. At the tutor option, Wern scrunched his face ever so slightly, but he could barely remark on it as the other woman spoke as well. By the time that it was his turn to speak, it appeared he had been offered a commission, yet other factors bore into his mind to even leave room to consider such a feet.
“Ma’am, I do not feel like I can draw someone without you even knowing what my skill sets are. Or, the ladies permission for that matter.” He tired to laugh, then nodded toward the barmaid’s finger.
“Congratulations, by the way. And frankly, scars I think, are more beautiful to sketch, no offense to you, my lady.” Nodding to Caitlyn, Wern scratched the back of his head, drumming his fingertips on the hardwood table with the other. “And to the idea of drawing, my lady. If you truly wanted to draw, you can.” Leaning forward, Wern followed his hands together in thought. “With practice, you can do anything you so desire, but the question is, is that truly what you wish to pursue? Anyone can show you how, but unless you truly want to chase after such a task, then their wanting is all for naught.” As if noticing he had said too much, Wern coughed, leaning back from the table edge (at what point had he even leaned on it?) and shuffled in his chair, a blush coming over his features. “But, um, I could be wrong. Probably. Most likely.”
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 19, 2015 16:13:17 GMT
Caitlin leaned back in her chair as the man composed himself and replied to all that had transpired. She smiled wanely at his deconstruction of her drawing motives and raised a brow at how bashfully he retracted those words toward the end.
"Not at all, you are entirely right. I confess my interest in drawing has been dismal at best. But one is required to at least attempt such arts when their father is paying a pretty penny for her to learn." Caitlin drummed her fingers on the table, but she did not speak to the scars comment. Oh how she hid hers well at this point. But were she to shrug off even one layer of clothing, the queen of rogues would be found littered with scar tissue from all her trials and tribulations. For a young woman of her age, she'd done quite a bit of damage to herself. One day, if not her actions, then her appearance would have her found out for what she was. Because eventually even the nobles would venture to question how a titled debutante like herself came to be so thoroughly marked.
Her eyes drifted to Rava and the stone upon her hand. Seemed Mulven had dared to take her on as a bride after all. Poor sod. He had his work cut out for him if he hoped to domesticate the lone survivor of the Stag Beetles dynasty. Good riddance, no offence to Rava herself. it was still one of Caitlin's most savory victories. If not also one of the bloodiest.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
"thank you " Rava said to the artist with a smile as she pulled up 2 Paints glasses and started to fill them before returning to the 2 but mainly the artist seem to be very reactive which left the question of was it worth it chasing after a possible drawing to be framed ...yes it was "well how about a fully clothes drawing ? I mean I got customers who could be not of age, and having an lovely lady in a dress on the way would be a wonderful to see as you come in... of cause not me, am not a dressy lady... the most I have done is a white dress and that is about it, you will never get me in a attire like what Caitlin has got on"
as the pints where filled up she put them in front of them "here yours Caitlin , and here yours Arty on the house for you "
Taking the glass in surprise, Wern nodded, offering a “thanks” as he blushed, lightly fumbling with the container. He wasn’t much of a drinker, so he placed the drink to the side and again, looked to the blonde woman. “Again, ma’am. It depends on the model. I am, well, alright with it if not a little hesitant. But, well.” Looking toward Caitlyn, he offered a wry smile. “It’s not for me to deicide.”
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Dec 22, 2015 20:57:40 GMT
"Is it for me then? A commission of sorts?" Actually, she kind of liked the idea. Caitlin smiled and leaned forward in her seat. "I would be delighted to commission you, if you have the time to spare," she asked gently.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Rava had done it , as she moved away for a second to do a small fist pump before coming back "yes, that what i meant by paint you" she said with a smile , she would finally have a painting of Caitlin on the wall of her establishment "I will pay for the commicion thing .. pintura remunerado " she said as she tried to find words as she contained her excitement of the possibility.
As Caitlyn spoke, Wern frowned, holding up his hands in surprise. “I mean, you wouldn’t pay for it, um, since she’s requesting it.” He nodded to Rava, folding in on himself some as he took the glass. “I just, um, wanted your permission as the model, which, I um, think you just gave. It’s hard to draw someone who doesn’t want to be there, you know. Though, frankly you might not like how long it takes to be drawn, miss.” Wern didn’t understand what Rava had said, but took it with another nod before taking a sip from his drink, only to remember that it was not in fact, water, but alcohol. Oh my. Scrunching his face, he placed the beverage down, not too keen on the idea of drinking intoxicating liquids.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 16, 2016 23:49:27 GMT
"Not to sound too full of myself sir, but, I'm a noblewoman... I have all the time in the world." Aside from being the pirate queen, it wasn't like she had a job to do. She smiled at him and got comfortable in her chair.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
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