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The Innkeeper Rules!

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New comic! Also, in case you didn’t know somehow…the Hearthstone Grand Tournament starts today! I was super excited when Zac wrote this one becuase I knew I would get to draw a dwarf! :D

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Voidwalking {Open RP}

It wasn’t long before the late hours and early morning parenting started getting to him.  Sleep deprivation had never once been a problem before, with his relaxed work ethic and general ease at moneymaking.

   Or perhaps it wasn’t just sleep that Morrison needed. It’d been three months since the book had been destroyed, and two since he’d tried renouncing his faith. 

       But it was in his blood. Hundreds of years of worship passed down through his family didn’t just go away by not thinking about it, and at this moment he could feel it gnawing at him, begging him to go back to it. But could he really?

            He didn’t have a choice, did he? But what of his daughter? His wife? He couldn’t just leave them, but he couldn’t just practice like the old days right in front of them, either. Or, perhaps, he could.

Lilly’s been distant lately, anyway, Morrison assured himself. I don’t think she’d notice much if I did leave. The human looked to the upper balcony where the inn’s rooms were, thinking about his child and perhaps a plan to leave Stormwind behind. Although it did seem too soon to do so, given his recent raise, he was certain that’s what he needed to do.

At the sound of the inn door opening, his eyes snapped to it, almost paranoid. His limbs felt nervous, and his widened expression showed it- the fear and uncertainty of going back, but he went and put on a smiling face to the customer.

“Y-yes? Can I assist you with something?”

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The man cringed. He knew he’d regret listening to her. “Well, that, I can do. Depends on what you want a keg of, though,” Morris said, looking back to his stock. “So long as I’m not the victim to said manslaughter, I’ll sell you one.”

Morrison thought the man’s laugh was ominous, and he shivered before the elf calmed down. He answered sheepishly with a ‘yeah?’ after Sera’s first comment. “Sleazy conman’s advice noted. Addendum: Made several thousand gold on the way up here. I do think they like my homemade brews. Although I did nearly get killed a few times, and that wasn’t pleasant.” He added, muttering, “I don’t want to see my mother or join an undead army anytime soon.”

He looked up. “Not that being undead is bad, or anything! I just don’t think people are really... nope, I should stop talking before that manslaughter you mentioned becomes murder.”

"So, eh, Oro said something about you needing me?"

Seravwyn pursed his lips and internally screamed, seeing that the Draenei he had met was certainly not kidding about having a friend to send his way. The San’layn was anything but impressed, recalling that the woman he had run into earlier just wanted to send this enigmatic human to him for the sake of frustrating him.

“Need? No,” Seravwyn answered flatly, squinting slightly in annoyance. “But please, if you came out all this way to see me, you might as well make something of it. What’s your name, your reason for visiting, and your relation to that Oro lass? I’m curious yet awfully impatient so you’ll have to excuse me.”

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The Golden Keg

The curly, copper-haired human wiped down the bar with a soft rag. He’d just come back from a three-month hiatus, and everything in the Keg was dusty! Hadn’t he hired that mutt to do something? Apparently not, since it had three months worth of dust!

He set to cleaning the plates and cooking up some fresh food for the few arrivals that might arrive, so he cooked himself something he’d eat just in case no one actually came. It wouldn’t be much of a surprise, really. He did leave without warning, but he didn’t mean to leave for so long.

Morrison saw a figure enter. He blinked. A customer! He waved and gave a hearty hello. “Hello! Welcome to the Golden Keg! Don’t mind Colin, over there.  What can I get you?”

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He seemed a bit miffed that Oro had sent him all this way up north for what seemed to be nothing, but the man he spoke to dressed finely enough that his outward appearance didn’t make Morris think any less of him.

“Oh, yes, of course. The name’s Morrison Whitaker, traveling brew salesman and merchant. Oroeiev made it a point yo have valuable sales advice, or some sort of sale, or... was she lying? She most likely was lying, wasn’t the scoundrel?” Morrison scoffed, setting his bags back on the cart in disappointment.

“I’ve known her for quite some time now, I’d say the better part of two years, although,” he said, noting the ears and death-like appearance. “that probably means nothing at all to you. She’s a good friend, if not an untrustworthy one.”

He muttered to himself, “Gods know I should’ve listened to my gut about this...”

"So, eh, Oro said something about you needing me?"

Seravwyn pursed his lips and internally screamed, seeing that the Draenei he had met was certainly not kidding about having a friend to send his way. The San’layn was anything but impressed, recalling that the woman he had run into earlier just wanted to send this enigmatic human to him for the sake of frustrating him.

“Need? No,” Seravwyn answered flatly, squinting slightly in annoyance. “But please, if you came out all this way to see me, you might as well make something of it. What’s your name, your reason for visiting, and your relation to that Oro lass? I’m curious yet awfully impatient so you’ll have to excuse me.”

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The Golden Keg

The curly, copper-haired human wiped down the bar with a soft rag. He’d just come back from a three-month hiatus, and everything in the Keg was dusty! Hadn’t he hired that mutt to do something? Apparently not, since it had three months worth of dust!

He set to cleaning the plates and cooking up some fresh food for the few arrivals that might arrive, so he cooked himself something he’d eat just in case no one actually came. It wouldn’t be much of a surprise, really. He did leave without warning, but he didn’t mean to leave for so long.

Morrison saw a figure enter. He blinked. A customer! He waved and gave a hearty hello. “Hello! Welcome to the Golden Keg! Don’t mind Colin, over there.  What can I get you?”

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The Foreteller (Open)

Morrison stood at the edge of the long-forgotten kingdom. Forgotten except for the few people who made their stay in the time swept lands. The sun was setting into what seemed like eternal Twilight.

It had only been three years. Three years since he had given in. It had been hard to relinquish his sanity, his free will, but he eventually gave in. To friends and colleagues, he had been lost for roughly this time, as well.

His eyes were a glossy black, like tumbled onyx. Thin, black tendrils had crawled up his arms in a permanent stain. Small thorns rose from his shoulders. 

The silithid ignored him, used to his presence. This was his fifth expedition in the past year, called upon by one of the sleeping Gods. He held in his hand a thin katana, black-stained like his arms in thin, curved lines. He wore only black trousers, showing off his muscled back but thin build.

The drones of buzzing made it impossible to hear, and the sand muddled any vibrations. He stared onto the gates in silence, not being able to sense any approacher unless they were of the size of a God themselves.

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He held his hands, listening politely, trying to wrap his head around it and noting to ask a draenei later about their personal Light gods.

“So, the Light is created as a balance to evils, no matter how little, great, or grey-ish in morality?” He could understand that. Morris loosely believed in a moralistic karma, but he could at least comprehend a more tangible version.

“Eh? Well, no, not really,” the barkeep sheepishly replied. “See, my family was way out in the boonies, and my dad wasn’t really the Light ‘type’. It was all about brewing and making sure his family was safe above all else, using his own strength rather than an outside force. Everyone else just assumes I know about It and accept It.” 

"Can you tell me more about the Light miss? Everyone seems so keen on it, and expect me to know it like the back of my hand."

 Cellys sighed in exasperation before she stared up from the now empty mug of ale. “I don’t know what you expect me to tell you.”  She seemed to forget entirely that she had finished the drink, since she tipped it back and slammed it back onto the counter. 

“If I tell you about the Light you’ll have all these questions. Ones that I don’t particularly care for. Perhaps if I weren't stranded on this— where are we again? No wait, it doesn't matter.” Against the woman’s better judgement, she pulled her cowl down, the green gaze boring into the man. “Fine. What is it you wish to know? Since I won’t find what I’m looking for, you might as well.” 

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“Well, take your time, then! I’ll supply you with all the liquid confidence you need,” he said with a smile. “After a few rounds you might feel a bit better, Miss Morrison.”

🔊 (For me, morris, or Open)

Lydia pushed her way through the crowd of Alliance and Horde patrons, the bar was really swinging tonight. After minutes of pushing, she finally made it to the bar counter. “Whew…it’s so busy tonight, this is madness..” she tried to wave the bartender down.

((Song: “Madness” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOP26WOOMbc ))

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He held the cloak over him, making sure it didn’t fall off. “Thank you, Neo’la,” he said quietly, following her as she demanded. Morrison was at her mercy, after all, and he didn’t want to be seen or heard by the locals.

He entered the house and noted the architecture and the knick-nacks, the stuff about and the furniture. The light sources and what was beneath his feet. It all interested him, and he made note of it, for he hadn’t had much time in the city to do so.

“O-oh! Really? That... that would be quite splendid!” Morris smiled with a goofy grin. He lowered the cloak to his shoulders. “Even though my mount isn’t here, I can carry whatever you would give me. ...Is gold gold here? All I’ve got is Alliance coinage. I suppose it’d be easy enough to trade it for whatever you folks have, seeing as you have goblins in more places than taverns...”

"I... This isn't Dalaran, is it?"

Neo’la gestured to the blood elven architecture. “Sorry sir, but as you can see, you’ve arrived at Silvermoon City. Welcome, but, you should probably hide if you don’t want trouble with the city guards, human.”

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Morris feigned being unaware. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said with a shrug, getting her a few more drinks. “Have you ever seen Shattrath near midnight? Wonderful, calming, place. This place’ll still be jiving, but if we make it a few meters away, we can enjoy the scenery.”

Morris shrugged. “Just something to think about. Plus, there’s plenty of time ‘till then! Make some friends, yeah? There’s rooms in the back if you need them. To, y’know. Take a breather. Socializin’ is tough work.”

🔊 (For me, morris, or Open)

Lydia pushed her way through the crowd of Alliance and Horde patrons, the bar was really swinging tonight. After minutes of pushing, she finally made it to the bar counter. “Whew…it’s so busy tonight, this is madness..” she tried to wave the bartender down.

((Song: “Madness” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOP26WOOMbc ))

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“What, are you not one to party? I would think a beaut like you would love to!” Morrison smirked at the Forsaken. “I don’t mind,” he said, getting a drink for a draenei patron. “Business is booming tonight!”

“Though, I’m free after eleven.”

🔊 (For me, morris, or Open)

Lydia pushed her way through the crowd of Alliance and Horde patrons, the bar was really swinging tonight. After minutes of pushing, she finally made it to the bar counter. “Whew…it’s so busy tonight, this is madness..” she tried to wave the bartender down.

((Song: “Madness” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOP26WOOMbc ))

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(( I second this ))

LMAO SO DEMAGOGUE IS SPAMMING MY BNET INFO ON TRADE THAT EXPLAINS WHY I KEEP GETTING FRIEND REQUESTS LMAOOOOOOOOO

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Morrison poured her some rum and handed it to her, putting the bottle back under the bar. 

“No, not really! I’m actually bartending just because of the festivities!” He smiled at her and the rest of the tavern. “It’s something about the day Shattrath was saved by adventurers or something. What’re you here for, then?”

🔊 (For me, morris, or Open)

Lydia pushed her way through the crowd of Alliance and Horde patrons, the bar was really swinging tonight. After minutes of pushing, she finally made it to the bar counter. “Whew…it’s so busy tonight, this is madness..” she tried to wave the bartender down.

((Song: “Madness” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOP26WOOMbc ))