Iwaku rules apply, along with some usuals, and some of my own: -No overpowering with character aspects such as racial abilities, magic, the works. -Don't be rude to other players, play nice. -There is an OOC thread, unless it's something about an error in a post or something sorry and relevant to IC, don't post it in this thread. -Pretty much all races are allowed, but if it's something you made up or way out of the way, please message me before posting. -I'm going to be doing something different with character deaths. They are possible to happen, though not aren't every corner, unless you're a moron and like to do, well, moronic things that get your character in danger all the time. You may also choose to kill off our retire your character if you get bored with yours our want to just try something else, just message me and let me know some details first, and we'll work it out. -NO one liners. And no exceptions. Give your party something to work off of. At least three to four sentences that make sense. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Crossroad Inn was, as the name implies, an Inn located on a crossroad. But this crossroad represented the precise middle between two sides at war. It wasn't always like this, but just a few decades ago, there were some, differences we'll say. The inn was the only place that was entirely unbiased, taking in refugees, the ones that were neutral to either side of the war, demons, angels, drow, high elves, halflings, half races, you name it. Along with different religions and magic or no magic. After the use of magic first came into being, or so many thought, people were amazed at the things you could do with it, and how many different schools of magic there were. As a result, many people came to the powerful wizards and sorcerers who had a natural ability and who had spent decades training their abilities to learn from them, though they would only take in a couple apprentices at a time. Because of this, there weren't all too many mages in the land. The people loved it so much, whether good or evil beings, they begun to include it in their religions. But as always, someone took it too far. Magic was misused in public as a form of torment. When the higher nobles had found out about this, they gathered the highest circle of mages and questioned them relentlessly. This wasn't the first time magic was misused, but it was the worse. Needless to say, after letting all of the other mishaps go unpunished, some of the rulers began to think that the sorcerers were trying to plot against them, while others argued, saying that it wasn't intentional. That day was the day the kingdom cracked, as some called it, right down the middle. Any religion and all a part of it who were magic users, along with apprentices, and those who showed interest, even the nobles who stood up for them were forced out to make their own kingdom. The dividing line was the crossroad. The people in each of the sides had their own opinion, as expected. Some of the mages thought it was better, that their society would be superior. Even took on shunning those who weren't magic users. Some were outraged, some were sad. And some just wanted peace, so they could return to the town where they were raised and felt safe, and similar was the opposing side. The nobles were already on the brink of a war, some even say there had been peace for too long, and they were just looking for something to ignite it. There was talk of separating the people as far as good and evil, and was still being considered. They began to separate them after the mages left, walling off the sections to keep them apart, thinking it would make things better. Some of the citizens were so outraged that they left, joining the mages who seemed more reasonable, though they were careful who they let in. After years, the mages built a beautiful kingdom of magic and nature, not having many materials or those skilled in carpentry and masonry. Back to the inn. The inn was a neutral ground, the keeper allowed anyone in, with specific rules of course. They're would be no mini wars in her inn. Brawls and fights happened occasionally, sure, but nothing more. Magic use was allowed, but nothing harmful. It was closely monitored in the vicinity. Some of the more wealthy, or those with steady jobs would even live in the inn. There was separate quarters for those who needed a few nights, and those who needed a temporary home. Those who lived there payed rent either every other week or every month, with prices based on income and quality of the room, while travelers who needed a nights rest paid nightly. Venna was the name of the innkeeper. She looked to be an elf, and a very attractive one at that. Normal elven proportions, pointed ears, bright eyes, a bit shorter, and thin, with the exception of more defined curves, being slightly more endowed than some other female elves, though she didn't flaunt it obviously add others may. Her long brown hair was usually kept up in an elegant ponytail or bun. She was very, very friendly. No matter who or what you were, She was polite and kind as long as you didn't cause trouble in her inn or say or do somethingyou really shouldn't. The inn seemed small, with the help of some magic, but had plenty amount of space and rooms. It was the typical inn with some personal touches. Vines grew lightly along the walls and around the legs of chair and table legs, up the sides of the bar counter, and around the stools. There were beautiful paintings all over the walls under the vines. Other than that and ancient elven scripts on doors, frames, cups, plates, the works, it was what you'd expect. Wine rack behind the bar, some back rooms for employees, bathrooms, plenty of tables, bar counter, and a stage. The owner was relatively well known for her looks and charismatic personality. As you walk in the inn, you're sure she would be greeting you, had she not been on top of two men, bruised and bloodied next to each other, each under one of her knees with a dagger to their throats. "Put your weapons away, or mine are going to go somewhere, I don't think I have to tell you where." The elf said, pressing the daggers to the skin on their necks. "This happens too much." She stated, her gaze shifting between the two. "Understood?" The two men looked at each other and reluctantly nodded. "Good" the elf chimed, hopping off of them and dusting herself off. She quickly changed her gaze to face the doorway, a smile growing across her pale lips, posted ears now perking up as she greeted those just entering. "Welcome to the crossroad inn! My name is Venna, sit anywhere you'd like, and myself or someone else will be with you momentarily." She announced, going back behind the bar.