[Cherrywood]: Cherrywood Grounds
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				Title: <strong>[Cherrywood]: Cherrywood Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 07:37:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>CHERRYWOOD</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">CHERRYWOOD GROUNDS</span><br>OOC and Nav. Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=162522.0)<br>Cherrywood Grounds (general outdoors)<br>The Mounted Steed -- First Floor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=162523.0) (inn, pub)<br>The Mounted Steed -- Second Floor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163320.0) (inn, rooms)<br>Hwarin Iire (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=162936.0) (brothel)</div><br>This is a Private Game.<br><br>Settled in Medieval England, Cherrywood has only a short history, but a thriving community in comparrison.&nbsp; A river runs along the southern border, allowing for a small mill and ample fish.&nbsp; Surrounded by vast forests, the meat and wood supplies are anything but short, and the earth ripe for planting and harvesting crops.&nbsp; The inn and brothel are the main attractions to travelers, though the village sometimes gathers at the center for drunken celebrations.<br><br>Despite the lovely setting and seemingly good-natured people, the village has many dark secrets.&nbsp; It is a hub for assassins, thieves, slavers, and worse.&nbsp; This is well-known amongst those who have lived in the village long enough, but the residents manage to keep peace with such visitors, and the money spent does well for the community.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Cherrywood Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 03:31:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br>On exiting the town's brothel with the exotic name of 'Hwarin Iire' and a lot more exotic line up of whores, Myrrdin whistled sharply once, held completely still for moments with his head slightly tilted, and smiled broadly when he could hear the sound of wings rapidly coming towards him.<br>He wasn't the kind to name animals, nor was the owl a pet and wouldn't allow to be named to begin with, but both druid and owl had a certain understanding and they felt a bound of friendship between them. The nameless owl landed on Myrrdin's shoulder and actually cuddled up somewhat before making himself comfortable.<br><br>"Have you eaten?"<br>A slight idea of acknowledgement, the hint of mouse running for its life and a shadowy form falling unto it.<br>"I could eat a horse, myself."<br>A tilt of an owlhead, amusement and the complex idea of the horses around settlements of stone and wood not being for eating.<br>"It's a figure of speech," the druid said with a quiet grin before wandering away from the brothel and deeper into the town.<br><br><hr>(Moving from the brothel to the Inn.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: Cherrywood Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 22:49:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Irisandd Mott</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/thetragicfragments/naked_truth_by_anndr-d36e6o8.jpg)</div></div></div> Iris had never been to Cherrywood before, having only heard of it in flea-infested dog pits and dank hovels of pubs in the capital. It was rather mysterious and alluring, when heard of spoken under the breath of two hooded figures, huddled close - but in reality, it was disappointingly normal. A scattering of houses, with several larger establishments that were the sorry little cesspit’s heart blood. Hard to believe it was the hub of criminal activity. Every little village he had passed through had boasted a pub and a brothel... true, one catering just for those with a taste for elf men was a brow-raiser, but not unique.<br><br>Perhaps there was more here than met the eye... Iris had no patience to discover what that might be, however. He had been on the road for two weeks tracking his mark, and he was hungry and his bones ached from being in the saddle constantly, and his stank like a troll’s washcloth. <br><br>“With all haste” Sennash’s balls. He was going to have a bath before he went looking for his mark. His dust coloured horse gave a sigh as he nudged it with his heels, urging it towards the pub. 
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