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Rachelle, the perky, brown-haired receptionist was beginning to lose some of her thunder. After all, she hadn't seen any customers in a matter of months. Just what was going on when people didn't need a rest? She was really getting lonely, and more than a little depressed.

Then, something both ordinary and magical happened at the same time. The large, oaken double-doors creaked open, letting in some of the brisk wind and bright light of the outside world. Along with this breath of fresh air came a figure. His armor clanked as he trudged along the flowery, spirally carpet that hotels always use. His armor and long blond hair was stained with blood, and his shining longsword was held over his shoulder. Even in this condition, Acradius Journeyman was a sight for eyes that were sore from playing too much solitare on the Inn's computer behind the desk. He checked into a room, and tracked blood on over to the elevator as he ascended to a hot shower and a good armor-scrubbing.


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All you vets out there know the rules already, so I'll just lay these out for the flood of new members that have recently come in.

1) This is a NON-COMBAT TOPIC. The Warrior's Inn is a place for a little bit of freeform roleplaying without the need to kick each other's faces in.

2) There is a shop that sells all manner of items useful to the typical clients (i.e. Warriors of all varieties). Nothing too powerful though.

3) There is a free buffet for anybody staying.

4) Both the shop and the front desk accept all forms of currency.

5) The layout of the hotel is as follows: Lobby on the ground floor, it's large and roomy. Half indoor, half outdoor pool behind and north of the Lobby. Restaurant on the west wing, Store on the east. Elevators go up to your typical Hotel-style rooms. The receptionist has a list of where everyone is staying.

6) For those of you with multiple characters, feel free to have them all show up if you so desire.

7) Have fun, try and develop your character's personality a bit. If your character is already well-defined, maybe some growth is in order. Enjoy your stay at the Warrior's Inn!

OoC: Now THIS is what I'm talkin' about!

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Crazed eyes stared at any and all metalwork in the general vicinity of the Inn. Analysis was spewing uncontrolably from the blacksmith's mouth, his fingers twitching, drool forming on his lips, and his hair seeming to vibrate. This was rare metal, crafted masterfully, molded perfectly, and made to fit every corner it latched into. And that was just the door-knob.

Dalopan wasn't quite aware of the already annoyed presence of his mustached companion. The tall, wisened but wise-cracking warrior brandished his spear, and with the shaft, knocked the be-jeezus out of Dalopan. This was Galefore.

"Enough-a That! I ain't here for more of yer pitiful yammering, pal. Just hurry and get in the damned inn. I need a drink." Said a tired, almost unnnatural voice from Galefore.

"But... this is unlike any metal I've ever witnessed! I need to analyze it! Touch it! Feel its composition!"

"Well you can do that alone, pal. I just got through savin' yer ass from Fesean Corenth, and here you are actin' like you didn't witness nothin'!"

Behind them stood Delryan, not flinching or even caring at all about the conversation. Without a word, he stepped into the inn, much to the dismay of Dalopan and Galefore. For whatever reason this almost started a fight with "That uppity rapscallion" and his other name, "That smart-ass bastard!"

The inside was quite pleasant. Galefore stepped rudely past a few other warriors, slapping some gold on the table, and saying "Gimme a room far away from those two."

OoC: Sweet, I haven't seen a Warriors Inn in, like, ever.

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Asashi dragged himself to the welcoming building. After traveling for three hours, he felt he was in need of a break. "Man, this sucks. If I have to rest so often, I'll never get my skills sharpened," he groaned, his head pounding. He then felt his pockets. "I... hope I have enough for a room." Asashi clutched the door handle, turned the knob, and pulled the door.

"Welcome!" the receptionist greeted Asashi warmly.

"Howdy," Asashi responded as he looked around, nearly at a loss of words. He started to walk slowly around the lobby, amazed by the tranquility of the room. Water fountains blessed the room with a calming sound, relieving Asashi of his minor headache. Asashi remembered he needed a break and walked towards the desk. "You accept Gald?"

The door to the Inn bashed open, banging against the wall. Out of the door emerged a figure, who was around 5'9'' the manager could tell. "Why Hello" that was all that the greeter could manage to get out, as a dagger flew right by his head, and hit a poster on a wall, that caught the poster on fire, and the receptionist hurried to put it out, leaving a hole in a wall. "Can you pay for that" said the receptionist, and Iring raised his sword. "That's alright, its on us" said the receptionist.

A bag of gold hit the counter as Iring tossed it. Gold poured out. "That should be enough to cover a few nights, i'm tired of lying in old abandoned farms". This receptionist had not seen that much gold for some times, so a huge smirk came across his face. He than tossed a key to Iring, who raised one hand to catch it. "The room number is on the key, go into the elevator, and it should not be too hard to find your room, good day sir, and what is your name?" went on the receptionist did. "Iring" replied, as he looked up at a list of services the hotel had.

"BUFFET HERE I COME!" Thought the eager Iring. He ran too the elevator to find his room, a search that would not be easy.

OoC: DUN DUN DUN(On the would not be easy part) joke? okay?

A warrior who looked like he had just fought a battle against hell's army, and lost, stumbled in to the inn.

"Demons... thousands..."

He fell to the ground, saying nothing more. His blood staining the opulent rug. The female receptionist jumped up, with the sudden surge of bussiness, she needed to protect the integrity of the inn.

"Somebody get a doctor! NOW!"

Several hours(and bandages and what-not) later...

The warrior, who had been adorned in armour made of mithril, awoke with a start. His eyes darted in all directions, he had no idea where he was... he didn't even know if he was alive, although he had a feeling he was. His armour plating was missing, and as he counted what gold he had, he seemed to be 100 coins poorer. He got up out of bed, ignoring the pain from his injuries, and stomped out into the hall.

"Damnit!" He walked around, completely lost, for about ten minutes. He then spotted what looked like the maid going in and out of people's rooms.

"What is this place?" He asked angrily, "And where is my armour!?" Apparently, he had startled the maid(who just happened to be a young witch who only took the maid job for the summer) and she cast a spell that knocked him through the thick-wooden wall. When she realised what she had done, she panicked.

"Omigod omigod omigod..." She looked over the rubble and saw that he was gone.

"Huh...?" After a few seconds of extreme nervousness, she decided to go on lunch-break.

Sylis Everhart, now more frustrated then before, had actually gone through two walls, entering an empty room, and exiting it too. He was now out in the hall of a different row of rooms. Still lost, and still angry.

"DAMNIT!" He walked down the hall, and back again, and eventually he found the elevator. He rode it to the lobby. Along the way, a hungry-looking man in tattered clothes with green hair boarded the elevator. Sylis ignored him, and when the elevator reached the lobby, simply left him without returning his "Hello."

He stormed up to the counter, slightly cooled now, and demanded to know where his armour was once again.

"Oh, you're the man who almost died a couple of months ago!"

"A COUPLE OF MONTHS!?!?" This was shocking, at the least.

"Just kidding, it's been exactly four hours since you fell on the rug over there." She then pointed at an opulent rug, the maids had tried furiously to get the stain out, but you could still see it if you stared long enough. Sylis wasn't in the mood for jokes.

"Where is my amour?" He said trying to keep his cool.

"It is with the cleaning crew, they washed it for you."

"And where is this, "Cleaning Crew"?"

"Right down that hall, through the second door on the left. Oh, and would you like to stay with us?"

Sylis contemplated for a moment, although he was angry at first, he had grown a slight attraction to this place. Besides, he needed to rest and let his wounds heal, it's not as if he can hunt at 100% with the scent of blood about him.

"Well... Alright." He looked a the receptionist, who then gave him the key to the room he was in.

"Your payment for this room has already been recieved, so you don't have to pay anymore."

He walked towards the cleaning crew HQ, and knocked on the wooden door that lay before him.

"Who is it?" Replied a familiar voice.

"I'm a guest here, I need my armour back." Sylis waited patiently, his temper completely cooled. He could here whispering from behond the door.

It's that man I told you about earlier.

You mean the angry, rude fellow?

Yes, the very same!

Should we give him what he asked for?

Yes, but first-

Sylis didn't quite catch the last part, and was soon greeted my an older woman, who gave him his armour then quickly shut the door.

"Yes... uhh... thanks..." He thought about it no more, and put on his armour. He took a step.

OINK!

"!?" He took another step.

MOO!

He knew what they had done. He simply walked off to his room, his armour clucking, mooing, and oinking the whole way. When he actually got to his door, the magic faded and the farm noises stopped. He removed his armour, leaned it against the wall, and took a well-deserved rest.

As soon as the receptionist returned to her chair, she sat down heavily and placed he fingers on her temples.

*ding*

"What now?" she muttered as she looked up. Her gaze was met by a handsome man's entrancing blue eyes. He spoke with an angle's voice, "I'll be needing a room for not more than two nights, I believe my organization has already discussed the payment."

"Here you are, yes, your suite will be down the hallway and to the left." she answered while handing him the key. The man smiled and set a plastic card on the counter an next to it an envelope. "Please be a dear and keep that in the safe for me." While he was walking away, he requested "Send a maid in a half an hour to take care of my laundry."

As he went around the corner, she wondered who exactly was that guy?

"I still don't see why he can't make an armor that bypasses that." A feminine voice said to the other.
"It's no so much as can't, as I would not bother him. I'm not THAT old. I can deal with magic free armor" A gruff voice replied.
"Perhaps, but you need three layers to make up for the one he could craft."
"Which is why I normally wear four."

The pair that walked in we in no lack of they're subject. The winged woman's silvery breastplate, greaves, and full arm gauntlets looked the stuff of legend. The other's armor looked to be of the make of what you would see on a stereotypical knight. Armor from head to toe, and if what they had been saying before counted for anything, there was that much more at least twice again underneath. They moved towards the counter.

"You'll need to tell me how you lost your feathers one day, and more importantly, how your indebted to him."
"No I don't, and not likely considering it has to do with the first."
"Fair enough."
"Why are we here again?"

The knight shrugged at the question.
"He told us to take a vacation."

The receptionist looked up as the woman dropped a small sack of coins on the counter. Enough to pay for both rooms for quite some time.
"You need to start carrying around more essentials."
"I have my armor."
She rolled her eyes at him for that. Then again, she knew this man somewhat. He really did need no more then his armor.

"Excuse me, but your names." The more up beat then some mere hours ago receptionist chimed up.
"Knight and Feathers." The armored man chuckled at the receptionists wry look.
"Feathers?" The unamused winged warrior glared at her current companion
"We never use our names, and you never stick with the same. So what if I chose it today? You want something better descriptive? Bones? Steel locks? Whiny brat?"
"Har har. I'll stick with Feathers thank you."

Feathers, as she was so named on this day forward and for an long undefined amount of time, picked up her key and shook her head walking toward the stairs. She could fly threw there quickly enough. Besides, her wings and confined space were not friendly.

Knight however, headed for the pool. A swim would be refreshing, even if it would take him quite some time to strip off armor. He did wish to go for a swim and not a sink.

Rachelle ( I have so dubbed the receptionist. For she required a name.) picked up Knights keys and put it away. Perhaps he forgot it, perhaps he did not need it. Either could be the case in this Inn.

*En looked at the place. It had the most up-to-date needs. Wood, Metal, a door, windows, people inside it, floors....Yep, up-to-date. Wait, why was En thinking about such things?*
En: meh....Might as well check in....
*En walked in, pretty normal to dropping dead on the floor or bashing the door in. He walked up to the receptionist, who was a little condused as to why she was looking at a Stick figure*
En: This is enough I wager
*En pulled several Gold Bars from his pocket and gave them to the receptionist*
Rachelle: uh....ok, You're room is on the 2nd floor
En: Good, gotta rest up if I'm gonna save Stickworld!
*En goes into the elevator and presses 2 on the side, making the door close*
Rachelle:....what is Stickworld?

The man with the fierce blue eyes opened the door to his room. It was a luxurious suite, far different than the typical lodgings. At the small desk provided for traveling businessmen, there was a small note scrawled on the Inn's stationary. He sat down in the chair and turned on the light to see better. The note was very brief and very direct. It simply said "Hold On."

At that moment, he experienced a rather sinking feeling. Not in his heart or soul, but in his environment. Looking down at his feet, he saw that the floor directly around his chair had become a swirling black mist. He was already ankle-deep, so he decided against trying to escape. This was rather interesting, after all. Down through the funneling floor he sank, and slowly rotated a little ways to the left. When he was finally through, he floated lethargically down to the floor of the room below him, at a much smaller desk. The room was spotless and would have looked empty, were it not for the red-haired beauty occupying the opposite seat. She was dressed in some sort of pure black, form-fitting outfit. Between them, on a small tray, was a set of steaming hot teacups. The liquid inside was pure white, the cups and saucers and pot were pure black.

As his chair touched down, the smolderingly beautiful woman got straight to business. "My name is Myrrima. I've heard you often deal with various items and sources of immense power. I'm here to make a transaction with either you, or your... organization."

He strolled into the inn, his blond hair, so close to white, moving with the breeze that accompanied him into the inn. He pushed the blue strand of hair falling over his eye out of the way, but it returned with his grunt of frustration. The rest of his short spiky white hair which had seemed to move in the wind, was still floating around, even after he closed the door behind him with a backward kick, making the sword hanging by his waist dance around. The lone blue strands of hair were much longer than the rest of his hair, falling easily over his left eye, and down by his lip. Even being covered, his silver eyes shimmered, but fatigue could easily be seen within them.

He walked casually, his hands in the pockets of his loose fitting blue pants, one pant leg cut short just below the knee, the other somewhat too long for his leg, had the bottom end used up from dragging and being walked on. Of the three belts he wore at his waist, one held the dangling sword in place, and another, what looked to be a very empty looking leather pouch. The tight fitting yellow t-shirt clearly showed his well toned muscles. A piece of worked metal adorned his left arm, the silver workings on the darker metal shining as he moved gracefully towards the front desk. A leather collar, worked with blue gems at regular intervals, clung tightly to his neck.

At first glance the well worked sword seemed out of place on the grinning man, but anyone looking soon realized that his nonchalant way of walking held a deadly grace. He seemed ready to strike out in between every fluid movement. He stalked up to the innkeeper with his ever constant grin.

”You wouldn’t be hiring by any chance? Cuz, you see, I’m rather low on funding right now” he said with a pat of his empty pouch. “I’d work for a room and a meal” he said, grinning a hint more, then brushing past his pointed ear to scratch the back of his head, making the look more abashed. "The name's Thellis by the way." he said, this time in a warm smile.

The door to the room opened, and Iring looked in. The room was pretty plain, but rather better than he had been used to staying in. He dropped onto the bed that was pretty soft, and looked around the room. He laid back, and stayed for a minute, until he heard a noise coming from below. He jumped from the bed and dropped to the floor, pressing his ear against it. He heard a sound of a crash, and wondered, "What the heck".

This did not matter at all, because Iring clearly did not care, as long as it would not effect his stay. He stood back up and looked at the average hotel room. He looked at the room, and than walked back out, closing and locking the door behind him. He walked down the hall, and stopped, to look into an open door. he looked in, and there was a man with black hair, siting on the bed. Than he noticed a large brown bear, kind of like a teddy bear, on his knees in front of him(OoC: LOL 30 Seconds to Mars scene, as done by Iring).

"what the?" he said heh, must be singing things" he continued, as he shrugged it off and went on. He opened the elevator door. No one was in the elevator, and that was indeed a good thing for him, he did not wish to talk now, instead he wanted to eat. He reached the designated floor that he wished, and got off, and walked down the hall, and into an empty room, with only servers, and the buffet, with rather fresh food.

"Can i get you something?" said the server, " a drink? anything?" she went on.

"I'd like something to drink, something with alcohol, not so strong though, dont want any hang overs any time soon do I." said Iring.

"Okay, I'll get you something" she said in return.

Iring sat down at a table, and looked at the clean table. He than arose, knowing he would sat there and went to the buffet itself, and looked down. The food was rather fresh for something that wasn't used so often, he grabbed a plate. than his food, and took it down to his table.

After a while of restoring rest Sylis awoke again. Even though he was dog tired, he couldn't stay asleep. After about a half an hour of insomnia, he decided it was time to eat something, staring at the ceiling wasn't going to cut it. He got out of bed, washed his face, and put on some simple clothing(a red woolen shirt and some pants). He made his way to the elevator once more, walking past an older fellow with a goofy looking mustache(in his opinion) and a larger man, who seemed to be tasting the walls and was pouring over the very doors of each elevator.

"(Weirdos)" Sylis thought to himself. He got in the elevator, and headed towards the bottom floor. As he walked past what looked like the maids again, the younger one readied her magic, but Sylis just grunted and walked past them, he was in no mood to get blown through another wall on an empty stomach.

He strode into the banquet hall, it was a rather plain room, with servants who seemed desperate for something to brighten the day. The only other guest there was a man in tattered clothes that seemed familiar, he seemed hungry enough. Sylis took a plate, and served himself some chicken. It didn't feel natural, the thrill of the hunt was needed to generate interest in meals for Sylis. After an exceedingly boring meal, he walked over to the bar, and sat at a stool.

"What can I get for ya tonight?" asked the bartender, polishing a glass in typical bartender fashion.

"A pint of Asgarnian Ale." Sylis was in a drinking mood. The bartender pulled out a glass, did a strange flippy-trick with it, and then did turned 360 degrees before finally pouring the ale and serving it to Sylis.

"There ya go, enjoy." The bartender then continued polishing the same glass as before. Sylis lifted his glass.

"Cheers." He drained the beverage, then looked at the bartender.

"Hit me again." the bartender did another performance, then touched the glass down in front of Sylis.

"Ah..." He drank the entire thing in one gulp. He slammed his hand down on the table.

"Another, and spare the theatrics this time around." The bartender served him another glass with a slightly dissapointed look on his face.

Sylis took his time with this one.

*En walked into the room and locked the door. After all of that fighting and searching for Stickworld, he decided to rest. En jumped face-first into the bed and went off to Dreamworld

En's Dream starts at 1:54

*En woke up*
En:....ok, that was weird......
*En got up and went into the hall, he walked by a few maids, who all looked at him strangely. He just had to stay at a place where no one knows of Stickworld. Great. Maybe he could eat in peace. En got in the elevator and went to the buffet floor. En walked over to the buffet table and got a steak, a Sprite, and brocolli (<Gotta keep up your strengh!) and sat down in a booth near the elevator*

Sylis drank from his glass, now his fifth, the alcohol seeming to have no effect. His face was as stern as it was when he walked in.

"That'll do for tonight." Sylis got up, leaving a tip of about 5 gold coins for the bartender. He left the buffet and went up to is room where he collected his hunting gear, Sylis needed some excitement. He rushed out the door, and let a whistle out that everyone inside the inn heard, and for a few it was extremely unpleasant.

A burst of hellfire signaled Tolna's appearance. The old-fanged hell hound seemed just as eager as to hunt Sylis was. Tolna accompanied Sylis over to a clearing where Sylis set up a pitfall trap. Sylis then hurried into the bushes.

The prey was in sight, a Horned Graahk had wandered over from a herd that was grazing in a field about 1 and a half leagues to the east, and Sylis was determined to catch it. Sylis looked at Tolna, who knew exactly what to do next. Tolna snuck out into the clearing, and charged the Graahk. The Graahk began an escape, and Tolna seemed to herd it towards Sylis. When the Graahk came about ten feet away from Sylis, it fell into the pitfall trap. Sylis then jumped in with his dagger and finished the job.

"Now THIS is more like it." Sylis then skinned the hide from the Graahk, and removed the horns. He started a small fire and began cooking a piece of meat about the size of a steak. He then removed a large chunk of meat to keep for later, and Tolna consumed the rest.

As guests poured into the hotel, Asashi found himself sneaking to the stairs. "Ugh, too many people. This is way too awkward..."

"Mr... Tron?" a voice called out from behind Asashi.

Asashi jerked around. "Uh, yeah?"

A youth stood there, dressed in light clothing suited for agility. "I have a package for you from what appears to be your parents," he said as he handed Asashi the parcel.

Asashi took the package in hand and opened it. "Oh, good, money." Asashi turned his head to the east wing. "Hmm, I do need a couple of axes. If memory serves correctly..." Asashi went off in thought. I can't use my Wind Axes for long, as the shafts weaken within fifteen seconds if I keep holding them. Not to mention that just drains my mind. "I wonder if the shop has a Bardiche and Labrys?"

Iring sat bored, thinking about how he could improve some of his battle techniques, as he played with his food, sweeping his fork, back, and forth from side to side of the plate. He stood up and looked at the waiter, and said, "thank you that will be all". The person in the booth close to the elevator seemed to notice, but Iring showed him no greeting or such thing. And Iring walked out of the room. He walked down the long hall, and approached a door, he had no idea where it went, he did not read the entire hotel description up front, and on the door he noticed a sign that said "Shop". So he walked in.
"Hello" he was greeted by a shop owner. "I'm" He tried to speak.
"I dont care" Iring rudely interrupted. He looked down at some pretty basic daggers, a long sword, and a few axes. There was nothing that satisfied him. He found him self once again. BORED! He found him self in another hall, and in a whole other room, and indoor pool sat before him. There were no life guards on duty, but a few people in the pool. He looked all around, and had nothing to do so he walked out.

He decided to go down to the lobby, so he went down there, and took a seat. He grabbed a book that sat on the table and began to read. he was not the greatest reader in the world, but he could read none the less.
A few moments later, a server came up to him and asked "Do you need anything?"
"No" replied Iring.
"We have the newest addition of the" she could not finish because Iring waved her off.

*The meal was good, thought En as he looked at the empty plate. He started thinking of his home, in Stick-*
En: GAH!
*En's head started hurting, and suddenly the words "Area 52" flashed throught his mind, over and over, then the face of a fox got into his head*
Fox: hello......Project 34....
*En collapsed, head first into that plate, then the table broke in half, getting everyone's attension.*
Waiter: Someone get a doctor! we need medical assistance
En:....what....was my mission?

"I see so you wished to speak directly instead of to a representative. This very unorthodox, you know." He reached for the teacup, "But I am curious as to who would go to the trouble to track one of us individually and Why."

He took a sip, "I will hear you out, what is it that you are looking for?"

The door swung open slowly, and let some breeze into the warm inn. The receptionist quickly turned her head in the direction of the door to see who her next customer was, and let out a small shriek several seconds upon doing so. A tall, brown-haired hedgehog entered the inn. A brown cloak was wrapped around his body, as if to conceal something.

"One room on the second floor, please." a developing boy's voice commanded, as the hedgehog dropped several coins on the table. The receptionist handed the rodent a key, and he stepped over the elevators and slowly placed his finger on the 2 button. On his way into the elevator, the receptionist noted that two spots on the hedgehog's back-side were moving about, trying to be "free" of the cloak. Talk about weird customers...

OOC: I haven't seen one of these since the Virtual Hotel...heh I had good times there.....and Warriors Inn sounds so familiar....

She patiently walked into the Inn her eyes covered by sunglasses, her body embraced with a long black cloak, and her feet by big heeled boots. A smile came across her face and showed all her white teeth and two lovely vampire fangs. She smelled of Jasmine and some others looked toward her for a moment. Her eyes searched for the one in charge of this place.