<span style="font-size: 15px"><b>History</b></span><br/><br/>This inn was a welcome sight for weary travellers taking the Gold Road. Though no shade could be found there, a day's travel south of Ashenvale, the inn was built next to a deep natural well and was popular for its soft beds, warm meals, cold drinks (including the famous Shady Rest ale), and standing garrison of mercenary troops for hire that helped protect against centaur and quilboar raids, when not otherwise employed. Minstrels have immortalized the Shady Rest's proprietor in the chorus of a ballad:<br/><br/><i>''He'll bring you mead, he'll bring you beer; A grinning face from ear to ear; He's served us all from year to year; We call him Smiling Jim.''</i><br/><br/>In the years since the inn's construction, a small village had grown up around it. This town was named Shady Rest, after the inn at its heart, one of the best known on Kalimdor. The civilian and military communities of the village had laboured together to build a jetty and pier that allowed merchant traffic travelling along the coast to stop and enjoy a night's hospitality at the Shady Rest.<br/><br/>Most of its visitors, however, did not know that the standing garrison is secretly Quarvel's Raiders, bandits who attack Horde caravans travelling on the Gold Road.<br/><br/>Some time ago it was mysteriously burned to the ground, apparently along with the village. Paval Reethe as well as possibly Lieutenant Caldwell were implicated by investigating agents, but both were killed before they could reveal the truth of who was behind the attack. James Hyal ran the inn at the time of the attack. His wife and child were killed in the blaze and James has been traumatized by the incident.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><b>Present:</b></span><br/><br/>However, an old and weary warlock, resigned from his duties after the third war has gone, found the remains of the inn when searching for it, in thirst for its famous ale. He found the last few caskets of ale in the nearly destroyed cellar of the Tavern and made the life-changing decision of rebuilding the Inn with his own bare hands (and the help of his summoned demons off course). It took him quite a few weeks, and some strange encounters with merchants and travellers passing through the destroyed village as they always have been. Nothing strange to say that the news of this middle-aged man taking up the courage of rebuilding one of Azeroths most famous and wanted inns once more, had spread the lands quite quickly. As soon as the spring had finally reached the cold and weathered lands, Walter Cartwright put the last hand on the newly painted outside of his very first tavern. His succubus dressed in nothing more then a bright pink apron swayed her tail from side to side as she looked contently at the end-result.<br/><br/>The plate still read ''Shady Rest Inn'' as he could never replace the old one, he put a small honour to smiling Jim next to it. A pictureframe he had been able to save of the man and his family, a photograph once made by a goblin customer who wouldn't mind taking a picture in trade of a nice mug of Ale. With a bright smile on the weathered face of the man, he went inside and opened up the place for custom. After this day, many customers have already  resided in the inn, welcoming the warmth and freshly brewed ale by the warlock, or the old ale from smiling Jim for a slightly higher price. Walter still needs practise in refining his recipe to make it taste like the ale that once had been sold by Jim himself, but he did his best. And sometimes doing once best is appreciated enough by his varied custom, travellers from all over the world, whether they were horde or Alliance. You were welcome as long as you kept the war outside of Shady Rests Inn. Not that anyone wanted to fight in the friendly place Walter had been able to make, if anyone would only dare to lift a finger to the aged warlock they would surely be met by one of his 'personal'. His most favourite one being the seductive and gorgeous succubus Ophidia, always ready to charm a certain rowdy customer into submission, only to be dragged down to the cellar and never to be seen again...<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><b><br/>
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</div><br/><b><span style="font-size: 15px">The rules:</span></b><br/>You can post in this thread, when posting your first post, put your character sheet in a spoiler tag on top. There is no OOC thread as this is a very simple and straightforward roleplay. The setting will always be in the bar, or in the other parts of the tavern when you get lucky. I'll be taking the barman and his demons for granted but they stay NPC's. My character is within the spoiler tag as stated above as well. I hope everyone has a great time, and if there are any questions you can always PM me.<br/><br/>Please try and use the correct grammar and look over your posts a second time to make sure any typo's are gone. I personally am not a native English speaker, and it gets increasingly difficult for me to understand ones posts with mistakes in them. I'm not a grammar nazi, nor will I say that my posts are faultless, but the extra effort is always nice to prevent any misunderstandings. Thank you!<br/><br/><br/><br/><b>My character</b><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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<div class="SpoilerTarget bbCodeSpoilerText">My character: Ana Niemendal<br/>
Race: human<br/>
Age: 20<br/>
Occupation: Priest<br/>
Description: A very bright and slender looking young woman, wearing all white robes with golden embroidered accents. Some slight padding on her shoulders and a fine golden thread belt around her waist bearing a few satchels with coins or herbs. She bears a strong smell of flowers around her, coming mostly from her little bags around her waist, or from the flowers braided in her golden blond hair. She looks to innocent to be true, nevertheless the smart and calculated look in her eyes betrays that she isn't the average naive human priestess you would find in a solace church. She carries a long and intricately carved staff in her hand, the top bearing a dark crystal surrounded by bend twigs curled beautifully around the magically radiating gem. The green colour of the crystal matches her bright eyes perfectly with only a slight twinge of orange in her irises making a difference.<br/>
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</div><br/><br/>The young priest opened the door to the tavern and walked in with a bright smile, already searching for her old friend and owner of the place. It wasn't for long until she was greeted by a pair of huge red and shiny breasts, barely hidden behind the tight shirt she was ordered to wear by her master. Ana was hardly able to muffle a 'hello' between the firm mounds still pressed against her face, but she felt that the over-enthusiastic demon had missed her. Ophidia shouted behind her, and did not lose her sight of the white robed priest before her.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">''Walter will be so happy to see you again, Ana. It's been long since a woman travelled to these parts, I sure have missed you'' </span>The Red long-legged demoness winked slyly at the blushing girl before her, before Walter finally made his appearance from behind the bar. He was about to mutter something to his succubus until he stood there and stared at the opening of his inn in surprise.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">'' Hi there Walter! It's nice to see you again, hope business has been well since I last saw you here. I brought you some hop and different herbs to try out for your new brews, it might make it taste more like Jims one once did! And I've been to Booty Bay the other month, and have been able to stock up on some coconut rum, so you would be able to sell that to some wondering trolls. Last time I saw you, you almost had to throw them out for being such a pain about it.''</span><br/><br/>Walter turned around and smiled brightly at the sunny appearance of one of his already regular customers. She was as beautiful as always, wearing long and covering white robes with many flowers adorning here and there tucked away in the folds of her dress and cloak. He smiled, knowing that at least she had been spared the horrors of the wars, and she would not yet be called for action. Nevertheless she was a fiery and enthusiastic traveller, never staying to long in the same place when needed.  But she always warmed the old warlock's heart when visiting his little inn, and providing him with supplies he always needed so much.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">''Aaaah... rum! It's good you are here child. I've needed some new herbs for a while now, I'm not sure how my latest batch has turned out in flavour. But rum, and especially the Booty Bays famous rum is always welcome here. Seeing most of the warriors of the wars have been roaming the lands for a new purpose.. Especially those damned trolls, my guess is that they do not like the new warchief of the Horde. I wouldn't want to live in that damned city either, stinking walls and filthy rivers. ''</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>