... Rhio shook her head and closed the book. She got up, stretched, and wandered out into the Library. Waving her hand in a generalish kind of way towards the...
IM so confused at what this all means can u help :( ... Rhio shook her head and closed the book. She got up, stretched, and wandered out into the Library....
When you signed up; "What would you be, do, and say in the perfect Goth bar? 88 Arcadia Street is a curious hodgepodge of architectural styles. Many decades...
... With a crack of displaced air, Rennyb appeared, his usually velvety black robes brown with sand and dirt. He looked up at Rhio, momentarily disoriented,...
... I just smiled up at her and turned to the coffee machine, without comment on her usual abrupt arrival. I poured the whiskey into the mug first, added a...
... Welcome to the Goth House. I'm Winter, bartender and current manager of the premises, seeing that Zophiel (the owner) and Gavin (the real manager) are off...
... I've grown accustomed to the fact that patrons rarely actually enter through the front door. Keeping a poker face throughout all of this gets easier with ...
... to, Rhio? How went your All-Hallows?" Somewhere in the space between dimensions, within the veil that conceals and transcends worlds and time, someone was...
As the dance floor continued to whirl and tremble under the growing weights of the gate that was forming, Fusion could only wonder what was going to happen to...
Chance blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. She had stooped over fragile porcelain cups, thin as eggshells, translucent to the light, in a shop in Chinatown in...
In walks a young man who looks lost. He wears a crisp clean black suit jacket from Donna Karan, but his jeans are worn, his tennys are dirty, and his socks...
... Rennyb, quite enjoying his "Liquid Desert" after the sandy catacombs from which he'd only recently come, watched the newcomer sidle up and start digging...
... a ... A pint of Samuel Adams Double Bock. Dark, thick, sweet, I highly recommend it. Or you can get a glass of the local Arcadian Honey Wheat brew, or a...
... I ran an ice cube over my lips and pecked Chance on the cheek. "I don't remember how to make the drink, though. I can make you an Arctic Kiss. In fact, I...
I wrote: "You just fell from the sky," the blacksmith said skeptically, "and landed here." "Well, yes." Came the sheepish reply. The big man thought for...
Chance beamed at Winter from both the kiss and from the first sip of her drink. Turning to Rennyb, she replied "Actually, I haven't been away at all... well,...
... "Thanks, friend." The man extendes his hand for a friendly shake. "My name is... well, I'm Verloren. You seem to now the lay of the land, so I might...
... "Oh, an honest Guinness will suit me fine, thanks. I'm afraid there's not much to tell." Verloren gives a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. "I managed to...
As Rhio struggled back to her feet, she was ready to vent her frustrations on this lil rivethead, but paused for a second trying to remember what all had...
Chance blinked at Fusion a moment but couldn't help smiling a bit at his exuberance... "If your ribbon turns up in my vicinity (as things often do) I'll be...
... I started the first half of the ritual called The Pouring of Guiness. "Welcome to the Goth House, Verloren, and may yer stay here be enlightening. Tell me,...
... I placed a cold bottle of Newcastle Brown Ale and a chilled brandy snifter in front of the newcomer. Delivered with a smile and a bowl of nuts. Winter...
... cold. "Cold is for beers that are ashamed of their flavor." Verloren takes a long, slow drink, eyes closed in satisfaction. Wiping the thick foam from ...
The gentle wind that had caressed Arcadia for some time suddenly shifted ... The air turned cold ... Dark clouds gathered above the city, above the House ... ...
An uproar of enthusiastic exclamations arose from the Casino room off of the dance floor and shortly after, the Aging Starlet emerged, bemused grin on her face...
Chance asked for someone else's story... Verloren sipped... Fusion collapsed across the bar.... Rhio pursed her lip... The Ravenlord told a story... Winter...
"That was a mouthful, wasn't it?" it said, to no one in particular. "Winter, may I please have I fine Merlot? I am parched." I gravely poured a glass of...
... Fusion looked up and blinked at the question. "Um...I dunno. I was supposed to be looking for realms. I forgot what realm I was looking for though. I do...
Rhio felt the twisting threads of story enmesh about her. she did a little tug, and things snapped into place. The gryphon had wormed its way out of her shirt...
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