B
BlytheChi
Guest
Original poster
THE STRUMPET'S INN
"Come one, come all. Ye scurvy mongrels!" The bartender called as he posted the newest listing on the bounty board.
Every no good, two tongued creature and human in the joint bolted for the board. They knew if they wanted stay and some good grub they'd get a job or two. At this establishment, you needn't pay with gold but with work.
This inn was a gift Veda had received from her long past uncle. Good ol' chap he was, but dumber than an ass. He let all his friends and any ol'stranger off the street stay free and only charged a penance for a large plate o'food and a pint of brew. Once the place was put in her hands, she put some good business thoughts to work. And thus the Strumpet's Inn was created, as everyone knew prostitution was the oldest profession in the books.
The idea was that each job was done in the name of the inn. The job money would go to the inn itself, no matter who from the inn did the job. Because of this, the inn was able to support such a large group of people. It's occupants amassed many different types of species and religions. However, in some miraculous way they made it work.
The board was almost a wall in size and contained many jobs of different origins. Some were assassination requests. Some were gathering requests. And some were strange, for example: Can ye get ma gram some sweets, but they musn't be red or orange. Also, I'd like a hat. The random requests were often the most entertaining and easy. So they were gone quick.
Those who couldn't find a job that week were left with chore duty. Veda would assign anything that needed to be done around the inn. Floor cleaning, dish washing, tidying of rooms, etc. Often people would dread such mundane chores as the inn seemed to bring in adventurers and trained killers from all around. If someone did not find a job within a month they were booted from the inn.
----------------------
You as a character are an occupant of the inn. This roleplay does not need to stay focused inside the inn. It may follow people on their adventures and also through their troubles. The inn is just.. a "home screen" of sorts for people to meet and create plot. As the roleplay goes along, myself, as Veda will throw curve balls and issues into the mix to create problems that need to be solved.
----------------------
Now that backstory is cleared up, the rules are as follows:
1)Please follow all the rules of Iwaku, I am not your mommy so I trust you know them.
2)You have 3 days to post, after that time period is up we will continue without you. I feel this is a fair amount of time. If you need to
be put up to speed, PM me!
4)Please don't GOD MOD, everyone is capable of keeping fights to injuries and allowing the other person to decide what occurs to them.
5) Violence and course language are allowed, so keep in mind this is not PG-13. However, any sexual advances are to be continued over PM, NOT in the roleplay itself.
-------------------------
BlytheChi's Character Sheet
Name: Veda Thyis
Age: Unknown by even herself.
Gender: Female
Race: Dark Elf
Occupation: Inn Keep, Weaponsmith
Personality: Veda is rather harsh, but underneath her rough exterior is a big softie. She has a rather big personality. Constantly being obnoxious and loud, making jokes, sarcastic comments and always pointing out other's misfortunes. You could say she can be pretty annoying. She doesn't do this intentionally though.
Bio: At a young age Veda was orphaned. Eventually she wound up with her uncle who was unkind and often drunk. He never hurt her, but he definitely used the tough love tactic. Since she was raised with her uncle she grew up at the inn. It was her home, until she became a foolish teen and ran away. During this escape she had learned how to craft weapons, hunt, and even hone a good sense of spatial awareness. Even though she had learnt many skills on this adventure she eventually wound up in a tough spot. She had been robbed and left to die by a travelling gang. They had knocked her senseless and since then she only remembered her name and the inn.
Upon returning to the inn, she was left with a surprise. Her uncle had passed due to illness and left the inn to her. She didn't know who this man was, but by proxy she had a roof under her head. Eventually she met Macgruff the bartender and Sid the cook in the local village of Norr. They had said they were her childhood friends, however, she did not remember this at all. She took their word for it and since then, the three has lived at the inn. Eventually she reopened and was greeted by many people of Norr. Whom she did not remember at all. They did not care and joyously hugged and entertained her.
After two years of the inn being reopened, Veda had desperately tried to keep it afloat. With the very small economy of Norr, she was hardly able to ask the guests for more than she needed to keep the inn prosperous. She realized a new plan needed to come into action. And eventually the Strumpet's Inn came to be what it is today. Bringing in many a colourful character and gold from requests.
What's in your bag:
"Come one, come all. Ye scurvy mongrels!" The bartender called as he posted the newest listing on the bounty board.
Every no good, two tongued creature and human in the joint bolted for the board. They knew if they wanted stay and some good grub they'd get a job or two. At this establishment, you needn't pay with gold but with work.
This inn was a gift Veda had received from her long past uncle. Good ol' chap he was, but dumber than an ass. He let all his friends and any ol'stranger off the street stay free and only charged a penance for a large plate o'food and a pint of brew. Once the place was put in her hands, she put some good business thoughts to work. And thus the Strumpet's Inn was created, as everyone knew prostitution was the oldest profession in the books.
The idea was that each job was done in the name of the inn. The job money would go to the inn itself, no matter who from the inn did the job. Because of this, the inn was able to support such a large group of people. It's occupants amassed many different types of species and religions. However, in some miraculous way they made it work.
The board was almost a wall in size and contained many jobs of different origins. Some were assassination requests. Some were gathering requests. And some were strange, for example: Can ye get ma gram some sweets, but they musn't be red or orange. Also, I'd like a hat. The random requests were often the most entertaining and easy. So they were gone quick.
Those who couldn't find a job that week were left with chore duty. Veda would assign anything that needed to be done around the inn. Floor cleaning, dish washing, tidying of rooms, etc. Often people would dread such mundane chores as the inn seemed to bring in adventurers and trained killers from all around. If someone did not find a job within a month they were booted from the inn.
----------------------
You as a character are an occupant of the inn. This roleplay does not need to stay focused inside the inn. It may follow people on their adventures and also through their troubles. The inn is just.. a "home screen" of sorts for people to meet and create plot. As the roleplay goes along, myself, as Veda will throw curve balls and issues into the mix to create problems that need to be solved.
----------------------
Now that backstory is cleared up, the rules are as follows:
1)Please follow all the rules of Iwaku, I am not your mommy so I trust you know them.
2)You have 3 days to post, after that time period is up we will continue without you. I feel this is a fair amount of time. If you need to
be put up to speed, PM me!
4)Please don't GOD MOD, everyone is capable of keeping fights to injuries and allowing the other person to decide what occurs to them.
5) Violence and course language are allowed, so keep in mind this is not PG-13. However, any sexual advances are to be continued over PM, NOT in the roleplay itself.
-------------------------
BlytheChi's Character Sheet
Name: Veda Thyis
Age: Unknown by even herself.
Gender: Female
Race: Dark Elf
Occupation: Inn Keep, Weaponsmith
Personality: Veda is rather harsh, but underneath her rough exterior is a big softie. She has a rather big personality. Constantly being obnoxious and loud, making jokes, sarcastic comments and always pointing out other's misfortunes. You could say she can be pretty annoying. She doesn't do this intentionally though.
Bio: At a young age Veda was orphaned. Eventually she wound up with her uncle who was unkind and often drunk. He never hurt her, but he definitely used the tough love tactic. Since she was raised with her uncle she grew up at the inn. It was her home, until she became a foolish teen and ran away. During this escape she had learned how to craft weapons, hunt, and even hone a good sense of spatial awareness. Even though she had learnt many skills on this adventure she eventually wound up in a tough spot. She had been robbed and left to die by a travelling gang. They had knocked her senseless and since then she only remembered her name and the inn.
Upon returning to the inn, she was left with a surprise. Her uncle had passed due to illness and left the inn to her. She didn't know who this man was, but by proxy she had a roof under her head. Eventually she met Macgruff the bartender and Sid the cook in the local village of Norr. They had said they were her childhood friends, however, she did not remember this at all. She took their word for it and since then, the three has lived at the inn. Eventually she reopened and was greeted by many people of Norr. Whom she did not remember at all. They did not care and joyously hugged and entertained her.
After two years of the inn being reopened, Veda had desperately tried to keep it afloat. With the very small economy of Norr, she was hardly able to ask the guests for more than she needed to keep the inn prosperous. She realized a new plan needed to come into action. And eventually the Strumpet's Inn came to be what it is today. Bringing in many a colourful character and gold from requests.
What's in your bag:
- Two ivory daggers, handcrafted
- A fire starting kit
- Fillet knife
Extra: Her idea of a personal bubble does not exist.
Appearance: http://orig11.deviantart.net/9125/f/2007/181/6/6/darkelf_by_ketka.jpg
Appearance: http://orig11.deviantart.net/9125/f/2007/181/6/6/darkelf_by_ketka.jpg
