It's been a long walk...or ride...or gallop...but you've arrived. Up on the hill, the Cliffside Inn sits, overlooking the crashing surf hundreds of feet below. Here, all are welcome to the clean, Spartan but cozy interiors for a pittance of 100 sP a night (entirely optional ooc.) Here, all sorts mingle, pets by their side (the owner requests a maximum of three; there is plenty of room in the well-appointed kennels for any remaining) and talk.

There are three floors, the first being the tavern, and the next two above it being the rooms. There are plenty of rooms to go around, and if not, there are the well-appointed caverns underground instead. A double handful of hot springs rest deep underground, and one can take the cavern path to walk on the pebbled beach far below.

Fighting is discouraged, and there IS a collection of holy herbs in the censers that spread a warm, cheery scent throughout the tavern itself. The pleasant atmosphere is doubled by the real food quite often cooking in the kitchen.

So come in! Sit down! Have a drink, and order something to eat. The Cliffside Inn is ready and willing to serve.

Character skeletons are entirely optional, but applauded and preferred. Anyone is willing to enter, but troublemakers are to remember that the barkeep keeps a Lazy Gun under the bar.

OOC:; Should I post a skelly or just start Rping??

[Either will do. A skelly would be nice, however.]

{is it still ok to ask to join even if its ur first time to RP??}

Okie dokie!

Name: Brittany Personality: Quiet and secretive, but friendly. Doesn't like to talk about personal topics. Doesn't smile much. Feels awkard often. Usually waits for someone to start a conversation with her instead of starting one herself. Interests: Reading, Piano, Drawing, Astronomy, Horoscopes.

(OOC:; Is that fine? I didn't really think I needed a history because her life is really boring...

AND I have to go to bed now, I'll be on tomorrow.)

ooc: Oh I'd love to join, will there be a plot? or is it open ended?

decides to try RP for once me too me too!!!!!

[It's open-ended. Put in a character skeleton, Nara, and be prepared for tips from the other people.

I imagine it'll just be people doing what people do.]

okies and thankicles for the help !!!

Name: nala Pet wolf's name: toboe Personality: acts cheery in hopes to help another....will quickly cut off any conversations about her.... and always walks around with the pet wolf right behind... Apperance: (like the HA)....carrys a guitar case with her... Interest: Playing guitar,relaxing,figuring out how people work.....

[Pet wolf...how predictable. Always it is wolf. Why never platypi? They have deadly neurotoxins in their back feet, you know, and they sweat milk. And lay eggs. And yet always it is wolf.]

The Cliffside Inn was having a pleasant day. The sea breeze was cool on the skin, the windows thrown open, the fire pit in the center of the room smelling subtly of charcoal and hickory. The sun from outside lit the ledge around the edge that held tables and chairs set beneath the windows, the walls sloping down to the firepit with its brazier in the center, four stairways leading down. Behind the bar at the far side of the room, the barkeep quietly polished the gun in his lap, before setting it behind the bar once more. The gun was sentient, and liked good care-keeping it polished meant it was happy, and the Lazy Gun being happy meant the Cliffside Inn didn't become a smoking crater. Or made of fish. Or fall off the cliff entirely.

A hand slipped down to scratch the Telenine that slept on top of a small shelf behind the ears, the canine's tail flapping idly in sleep. A cute, blue Kanis slept on his shoulder, and a Tigrean lay curled about the base of the brazier in the center of the firepit. With a quiet smile, the barkeep waited for the first customers of the day, enjoying the well-aged wood of the building, the smooth varnish under his hands, and the knowledge of a tavern well kept.

A Girl walks into the tavern and sits on the nearest chair...a very interesting wolf trailed behind.The wolf's fur was black with silver stripes and had dark matter covering its paws.Its eyes a pale-pale blue,Its sits beside her.The girl pulls a small bag and gives it to the wolf who carries it over to u loosely in his teeth.The small bag jingles with the sound of solid sp's.

The wolf that had been waiting.....and growing impatient.....waiting for the man to take the money, rested the pouch beside the young woman nonchalantly...no longer caring what happened to the money....and walked back to the girl who was now looking for something in the guitar case she had set down.

Plucking the bag of money from the bar, the barkeep looked into it and gave a nod, tucking it away under the bar. "Your rent is paid for the week. Mind your wolf. The Lazy Gun isn't particularly fond of them."

To the girl in prison clothes, the tender nodded and plucked out a menu. "We're doing standard East Coast cuisine this week. Americana; the special is Shepherd's Pie, all ingredients local, made with real sea salt from the sea at the bottom of the cliff." A friendly smile.

"The wolf will do nothing wrong" She carefully got up and pulled the dark black acoustic guitar from its case"u dont care if i play miyavi{referring to the guitar}....do u??"

[U is a letter. You is a word. Letters are part of words, not words themselves. Please attempt to remember this. I'm not asking perfection, but I WOULD like effort.]

The tender nodded. "It'll be a while before the pie is completely done; does your Archan want his steak raw, or cooked a little?" To the girl with the wolf, the tender shrugged. "I don't particularly care one way or another. I do ask, however, that you not sing. It's invariably some pop ballad with you types, and I moved out here to get away from that." A hand collected a can of Hansen's fruit soda and cracked it open as he took a tip.

"thank you, nice handcuffs"saying with a literall tone.....she ment it....."I've been playing ever since i could hold one up..."chuckles at the memories of trying to pick up the guitar that seems so light to her now"...taught myself how.....oh and i despise pop types....i only play to something that fits an atmosphere" Begins to play a light melody that seems to almost fit perfectly with the feeling in the tavern.

(is sadly being forced to go)"cooly costume parties have always been fun"smiles at u and finishes the song placing the guitar back in its case, then looks toward the wolf that had fallen asleep."toboe we have to go now" The wolf instantley looked up and started for the door"thank you for letting me rest a minute"she says to the bartender then looks at the girl from the costume party"my name is nala and you can have another slice of pie on me.....ill be back sooner or later to talk to you about that costume party"she smiled"im very interested" and then she left...the wolf leading the way out.....

ooc; ciao!!!

Nala walks into the Tavern quitely and seeing no one sits down....rests her head on the ever so clean table.Toboe is of course right behind her nuzzling her feet with worry.she reaches down and pets him behind the ears reassuringly."just tired toboe."She then lays down and quickly falls asleep.

The Scholar was idly polishing a glass in the age-old tradition of barkeeps everywhere. Noting the girl having fallen asleep on the bar, he shrugged and put a kettle on to heat, flipping a switch on the coffeepot under the bar. Vaulting the counter, the tender scooped up the girl in his arms and walked her over to one of the couches in the firepit, setting her down in one not too far from the brazier, with a small fire burning to give a smooth scent of oak.

With a quick-step, the tender returned to the bar and sat back down. "Wonder who'll show up today, Fuegonu?" An idle hand scratched the Tigrean between the ears, a low purr given in reply.