Mirage of Illusions (ver. 3.0)

[Perfect Warrior]

A calm, clear sky stretched above the evening as a several robed figures made their way to a clearing. Though immersed rather deep into a forest, the sounds of the ocean still carried through the trees. The mysterious individuals murmured amongst one another till a sixth individual arrived at the scene, stopping just short of where the moonlight illuminated the clearing.

Glancing one way and another, this silhouette nodded to the five, who immediately separated from one another as though an explosive reaction occurred between them. As they moved to equally spaced points in the formation of a large circle, the hems of their robes glinting with strange symbols that blinked in and out of the moonlight.

The five pressed their hands together in synchronization, chanting quietly under their breath. The outsider to the proceedings watched from the shadows with what appeared to be slight attention, the main concentration of this individual set to something beyond and behind. Turning back to the chanters as their voices raised a bit louder, the individual noted the change in breath of wind as it began to flow toward the middle of the circle.

Flat and spacious, the land was covered in lush grass and vegetation. However, once the winds kicked in, it started to break up. The grass was ripped as any sort of plant life was raked from the soil. Soon all that was left was bare circle of soil, the scent of earth wafting around with as the whipping winds smoothed and flattened the area before dying out.

Though the wind had slowed, the chanting didn't and a new effect rose. Neighboring trees were ripped from their foundations to be split asunder into some of the materials required for the next step. The proceedings continued all night till near dawn, when the sun rays fell upon an establishment of fine architecture.

Polished, obsidian stones paved a path to the building that was circular and built out of odd, shimmering, dark black stone polished and cut smooth. Yet, unlike the obsidian that lined the pathway that which constructed the outside structure was flecked with pieces of dark emerald and what appeared to be golden amber within it.


As one approaches the building itself, not a single fault line can been seen in the stone skin, almost as though the stone had been carved or molded into the shape it was now. Looking at the rest of the building, it appears rather normal. Windows spaced out evenly from one another on each level of the building, deep red curtains with subtle patterns hung inside drawn to the side.

Walking up the steps that led up from the obsidian trail to the ornate front doors, one is greeted by a door knocker that resembled a half-bird, half-reptilian creature's head holding a thick ring with a small pedestal embedded in the rich, dark mahogany wood door.


Upon entry into the main level, a relaxing room with a fireplace to the far right wall and a bar on the opposite wall from it. A tablet enclosed in glass had a number of names scrawled on it with chalk--personnel who’ve checked in. Of the list, there appeared to be only three.

Looking around the room, one notes that its walls are less detailed than the exterior while still remaining artful through decoration. Myriads of hand-sized bas-relief symbols and mythical figures or creatures stood out from their hangings on the wooden walls while paintings of exotic places were displayed occasionally. Soft music, of mysterious origin, filled the air of the spacious chamber. It gave the place a somewhat ethereal feel to the place.

The bar was interesting feature on its own. Taking up almost a third of the room itself, the counter ran in a smooth curve from wall to wall with fair sized amount of storage behind it. The countertop was of polished black granite, which matched the thirteen tables splayed around the room itself. Stocked with various items and perishables, this was probably one of the Mirage’s most grand features. A man in his mid-twenties, with pale skin and deep emerald eyes stands behind the counter. Half his face was obscured by wavy, long, silvery-white hair as one of his eyes watches you then flicks back to what he was doing.

When you had first entered, a couple voices had called out to you in greeting as you passed the threshold. A woman with pale bluish white complexion wandered about the room aimlessly, her black hair confined in a simple tail down her back while her long-sleeved robe marked her of another origin. The last of the current occupants of the pub level was another man, but unlike others working, he sat the furthest away from the door near the bar, his eyes bound shut behind gauze wrappings around his head under hair of red-tinted black.

The remaining upper two levels of the building remain a mystery for current visitors as the stairway up is blocked by an obstacle denoting to ask one of the employees for assistance. Contrasting that upward bound path was a stairwell to the opposite of it that ended at a steel door, though unlike the other, this one had no warning simply a deadbolt keeping it in place.

[Perfect Warrior]

Notes to RPers
[o1] Please stay in character and avoid breaking the guidelines.
[o2] Keep Out of Character (OoC) talk in brackets, parentheses, or something to indicate otherwise.
[o3] No god-moding (ie. do not predict the move of another person or attempt to counter an attack that has not even been executed yet). Supernatural skills/techniques/abilities are fine, but no invincibility or invulnerability lest you’ve spoken to me about it (example. impervious to physical damage but susceptible to the element of fire).
[o4] RP in this pub is Improv. I don’t really care what level your character is, just play fair and take your “blows” if a barfight occurs between you and another. However, I find that this sort f situation highly unlikely as you all may find out when one begins to broil. At the same time, people listed with various titles in this post should be noted. Names listed under “Faculty” list are considered to be this thread’s moderators when I am or am not about. Adhere to their suggestions if you should feel questionable about something you’re doing.
[o5] Rules are subject to modification, deletion and addition as needed with or without notice (though the former is most likely). It’s up to you to keep up with what’s going on to avoid getting “carded.”



[b]Faculty List/b]
Perfect Warrior - NPCs

[Dark Hero]

Tomfoolery.

[Perfect Warrior]

Three pair of eyes look onto the stranger before blind man speaks up, "Say what you will, Sir. But, we are only running an honest business."

The pale woman returns to her post near the deadbolted door while the barkeeper simply goes back to accounting.

[Shadow Dragon]

*Enters the pub and looks around at what the pub has to offer. Sits down and puts down his big and heavy spellbook. He looks tired*

[Dark Hero]

*sneers at shadow's indulgences*

[Perfect Warrior]

The bartender looks toward the settled newcomer with his single, exposed eye prior to asking, "What will you have, Sir? Perhaps a meal?"

[Shadow Dragon]

What meals do you have to offer?
*Casts protect on himself, just incase for protection against the weird Dark person*

[Perfect Warrior]

"We've a wide variety of meals," the bartender replies. "Stews, soups are typically are on hand. But, if you perfer a heartier meal, then simply note it and our cook shall make it so."

Eyeing the other individual silently, the bartender quietly returns to his work.

[Shadow Dragon]

Any soup would be great, with some bread please..

[Darksol]

Darksol had been looking for a quiet pub for some time now being new to this place not knowing where most of the things are. He opened the pub door and stepped in dragging his lenghty staff behind him "Hello..." he says. Looking around the pub he sees alot of people, but only two cath his eyes- a shadowy figure at the bar and a young man with a large spellbook.

He sits down on the closest chair.

[Perfect Warrior]

Nodding to man and his order, he sends off the request to the cook. It was moments later when the cook, a man with black hair that faded to violet-blue, came out and delivered the meal personally. It was the special of the day, beef stew with a fresh loaf of bread.

Gazing over to the newcomer, the bartender nodded his acknowledgement while the blindfolded man responded with a simple, "Welcome to the Mirage.."

[manaman]

BRISU BAMON

(Beat, walks through the doors of the Mirage)

Well, let's see what there is to see over here. I've closed early today on account of my own inn being too far removed from town to get any business in the rain we're getting out there. It's on account of errands I find myself here. I could greatly use a pint o' stout.

(Brisu slips a little, regains his balance but not his composure)

BRISU BAMON (Continued)

Well, how do you like that, there was a . . . branch. Right there. On the floor.

[Darksol]

Couple of seconds after taking a seat, a man walks in and slips...Darksol didn't pay much attention to that instead he prepared to order something. He wanted to take a quick look at the menu, but then he remembered...this is a pub not a restaurant so he looked at the bartender and spoke "Can i have a glass of red wine, please?

[Shadow Dragon]

*Looks at his dinner*
That's nice, thank you.
*Starts throwing little pieces of his bread to the weird Dark Hero fellow when the cook isn't looking*