A very opulent and spacious building in the center of Ravnica, this is a place where Planeswalkers meet, discuss happenings, and is a general place of leisure and rest.
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There is a bar at the common room, and standing behind it, a very gruff looking Minotaur stands ready, wiping out a mug with a semi-clean rag.
A Large, and brutal looking Ogre enters the main area, having just recently awoken, curious about this place. He was already in a foul mood because he was told that breaking the building is frowned upon. He approached the Bartender, not thirsty for food, "Hey, you, pointy horns... wheres a good place to get some combat in around here?"
"Ye sur' do 'ave an at'tude bout ye, don'cha? just wake up 'ere, and go straight ter callin people names? At any rate, ye can go downstairs ter de arena main area ter see iffin dere's anyone ter fight." He points to a door leading downstairs.
He just grumbles a bit as he heads for said door, "Ya ya, pointy horns," he only calls it that because he doesn't know what it is called, just that it looks like something wild he used to have to fight back home. He quickly heads that way to check out whats going on down there.
Incredible...not even Glen Elendra matches the majesty of this place, Anna thought, minutes after she awoke from her long slumber. Looking out the windows in every direction were buildings as far as the eye can see, taller than the most elderly of trees in Lorwyn. She walked around to take a look at the building she was in--it looked like a tavern of sorts. Like the ones the kithkin constructed... The strange elf took a seat at the bar, on the side opposite the large humanoid she couldn't recognize. The bartender and whatever-that-thing-was looked like they were about to erupt in anger. Maybe he knows a thing or two about this city. I'll just have to...get it out of him.
Once the two were done arguing, Anna stealthily tailed the rugged humanoid.
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Seeming as if he hadn't just disappeared and reappeared, the Minotaur looks at the new member, and thinking quickly, gets a large bowl, fills it with water, and puts it in front of the wolf. "Bad time in de arena, eh'?"
Bob grumbles, then says, "Not all 'walkers are meant for straight up bettles, friend." He goes back to wiping out his glass with a rag, even though there are many clean ones behind the counter.
Bob smiles. "Ye don' owe me nuttin, friend wolf. All be free ter de 'walkers. As de saying goes, In Walkers we trust, all others pay cash!" Bob starts laughing loudly as Y'gth heads off to the arena below.
The Ogre returned to the bar, sitting as far away from anyone else as he could, head down. What Kind of warrior was he, annihilated without a fight, and then given a power boost it seemed and still was made a fool of, he had no right to call himself a Warrior anymore.
"... horned thing... what are you called... did not mean to be rude before..." he says quietly when the Bartender approaches.
"It's a tough ting, losing a bettle, being one such as yerself. And it awright, i don' really mind. Me names Bob, by the way. What can i get ye? Our motto be "In Walker's we trust, others pay with cash!" so ye can have what ye want."
He glances up, "... Bob, I usually like, Mountain Ale... but heard 'bout this Dwarven stuff, heard it's got some kick... got any of that?" He asks, it may not be much, but alcohol did help to dull pain after a battle, perhaps it could help a bit here as well.
"We not be gettin' too much askin fer dwervin ale, but i will see what i can do." Heading back to the bar, Bob gets a large mug from beneath it, places his hand over it, his hand glows a bit with multicolored light, and brings it over to the ogre. "Now, dis? Dis be straight from de dwerves demselves. it can have a nice effect on those able ter handle it, and i tink you'll be awright. Don' let dis one bettle git ye down! Dere's a'ways more bettles ter be fought, mer to win, and mer to lose. All ye gotta do is get up, bersh yerself off, and try agin! Never back down from a fight, for each has the potential ter make ye stronger." With that said, Bob heads back to the bar, and goes back to wiping his glass with a rag.
Looking to the Wolf Walker, Bob says, "Well, there's no' much ter tell, really. I been a 'walker fer most o' me life, since i were a litte tyke of a ting, horns barely grown. Made me first walk when i was only....5 years ol'? Walked ter a plane called dat was covered in ice, afore De Thaw." Bob takes a look at the glass he was wiping out, looked at his rag, and went back to 'cleaning' the glass. "Affer dat, it was Walk, affer, Walk, affer Walk, learning de ways o' Magic. Affer a while, i met a Walker called Urza...er was it Mishra? Bah, i can' remember, it was one o dem brudders. He 'elped me ter concentrate me magics to a better degree, and afore long, i was Walkin' ter all serts o' Planes." Putting his glass down, Bob waves his hand, and a pipe appears in it, already filled and lit with some foreign herb, pungent enough for Y'gth to take notice of, but not bad enough to cause discomfort. "A while back, though, sommit happened ter weaken all Walkers, and i set up dis here shop on Ravnica, cause dat's where a lot of de Walkers got stuck fer a short time. They help set up de place, make de Arena below, and make our connections. Affer a while, a Walker named Jace came in and tokk the place over, making it better den it was afore, unner de old head honcho's. Dis be what it is e'er since den." Still puffing on his pipe, Bob goes back to cleaning his glass with his rag.
After awhile, the Ogre stood, just thinking, he started to make his way back towards the Arena, he needed training to become stronger, but much more felt like watching someone else do battle.
Coming up from his, for lack of a better word, duel, with the ogre walker, Quinne scampers up to the nest Bob has for him above the bar, and goes to sleep.
Alright guys, i'm going off line till tomorrow sometime, get to see my little girl in a few, then its time to pass out.
A short, and somewhat husky, Elf, covered in leaves arrives from outside, goes up to the bar, whispers with Bob a moment. After thinking for a moment, Bob points to Quinne's Nest, shakes his head, then points in the direction of the Arena below, and nods his head. After getting the twigs in her hair straightened out, she heads down to the Arena.
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Quinne, sensing another Green mana presence, shifts in his nest, watches the elf head down to the Arena, chuckles, and goes back to sleep, hoping that the others don't think to lightly of the Elf.
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Bob, after placing his glass and rag on the counter, ruffles beneath the bar a moment. After a little while, he emerges from beneath, and produces a sign that he posts on top of the bar. If one looks at it, it reads, "The Consortium will be holding a Tournament fairly soon. All those that wish to participate need only sign their names on this sign. The usual rules will apply, No Deaths on my watch, unless agreed upon by both contenders in a match. The matches will be against other Planeswalker's, of course, but will also be against other.....interesting things as well, to see how you new guys can react under pressure. Signed, Bob the Bartender."
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Hearing the commotion below him, Quinne hops down to the bar, reads the sign, and places his small paw to the sign, and his name appears at the bottom.
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Sign:
Introduction Tournament
The Consortium will be holding a Tournament fairly soon. All those that wish to participate need only sign their names on this sign. The usual rules will apply, No Deaths on my watch, unless agreed upon by both contenders in a match. The matches will be against other Planeswalker's, of course, but will also be against other.....interesting things as well, to see how you new guys can react under pressure.
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Bob the Bartender
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Ivy Rose, Plant-lover
Quinne Many Forms
Anna, Elf on High
Loguh, Stoneskin
Lucien, Geist-Touched
Bell, The Fire-Hearted
Coming up from the Arena below, Ivy nods to the newly reappeared Bob, looks up to the now awake and staring Quinne, chuckles, waves to the little squirrel, and heads out the door.
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Quinne, just waking up after a nice long nap, looks out from his nest, sees a green haired, twigs in hair elf wave to him. He stares for a moment, watching as she leaves. He hops down from his nest, and scampers down the stairway to the Arena Floor.
Returning from her match, Anna headed back up to the bar and ordered a non-alcoholic beverage, keeping her eyes open for humanoid species she'd never seen. In the corner of the building, she found a sign for a tournament of sorts. Having won two matches in a row downstairs, she figured not only would she have a good shot at doing well, but she'd be able to meet new people and learn about new planes this way. And maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to follow these people to their rest, and begin her extraplanar dream harvest. She signed her name, sketching a rough image of the Queen next to it.
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There is a bar at the common room, and standing behind it, a very gruff looking Minotaur stands ready, wiping out a mug with a semi-clean rag.
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Once the two were done arguing, Anna stealthily tailed the rugged humanoid.
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"Ugh... Barkeep. Some water, and put it in something I can drink from... Please."
With that, Y'gth jumped onto a seat and waited for the water.
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Y'gth sighed again and continued to lap at the water.
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Y'gth leapt down from the stool and turned back towards the arena. "I guess I'll go see if there are others fighting. Take care, friend."
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Crazy old minotaur. Good guy though... I'll remember that.
"... horned thing... what are you called... did not mean to be rude before..." he says quietly when the Bartender approaches.
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Y'gth sat back at the bar. "So... Bob... What's your story?"
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With that, Y'gth hopped down from the stool and headed once more for the arena.
"I think I'll try once more at fighting."
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Quinne, sensing another Green mana presence, shifts in his nest, watches the elf head down to the Arena, chuckles, and goes back to sleep, hoping that the others don't think to lightly of the Elf.
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Bob, after placing his glass and rag on the counter, ruffles beneath the bar a moment. After a little while, he emerges from beneath, and produces a sign that he posts on top of the bar. If one looks at it, it reads, "The Consortium will be holding a Tournament fairly soon. All those that wish to participate need only sign their names on this sign. The usual rules will apply, No Deaths on my watch, unless agreed upon by both contenders in a match. The matches will be against other Planeswalker's, of course, but will also be against other.....interesting things as well, to see how you new guys can react under pressure. Signed, Bob the Bartender."
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Hearing the commotion below him, Quinne hops down to the bar, reads the sign, and places his small paw to the sign, and his name appears at the bottom.
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Sign:
The Consortium will be holding a Tournament fairly soon. All those that wish to participate need only sign their names on this sign. The usual rules will apply, No Deaths on my watch, unless agreed upon by both contenders in a match. The matches will be against other Planeswalker's, of course, but will also be against other.....interesting things as well, to see how you new guys can react under pressure.
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Bob the Bartender
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Ivy Rose, Plant-lover
Quinne Many Forms
Anna, Elf on High
Loguh, Stoneskin
Lucien, Geist-Touched
Bell, The Fire-Hearted
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Quinne, just waking up after a nice long nap, looks out from his nest, sees a green haired, twigs in hair elf wave to him. He stares for a moment, watching as she leaves. He hops down from his nest, and scampers down the stairway to the Arena Floor.
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