Red Coral Inn

[Earl Christoph von Trapp]

A small inn on the edge of Swyncrest town. The back rooms have a beautiful view across the bay, and all the other sights that Port Swyncrest has to offer, including the outline of the magnificent stoneburn island. The rooms are affordable and comfortable and include all of your meals, so if you wanted to stay in a place away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the Red Coral Inn is for you.

[Sinbad]

In an upstairs room in the back of the Inn, a woman was heard to be moaning. She was in a lot of pain. The other residents in the Inn looked at each other confused, but then a wail of a small child punctuated through the darkness and awoke a large gruff pointy-eared man. He snatched up the child and ran through the open door, past the staring eyes that peered out through the cracks in the doors and down the long hallway out to the docks outside... a soft thump was heard from the room he had just left and later that night it was discovered that the woman had died and the man would never be seen again. As for the child the man had succeeded in finding a home for him and then fled.
The villagers called him Sinbad for he came from a mysteriously evil background that no one liked to talk about. He lived in a small room at the back of the Inn and no one minded as he paid his keep in odd jobs that no-one else seemed capable of doing. He was 15 years old and itching to explore.

[Crythis]

Night had just fallen, and the inn was alive with acitivity as people from all over town came to eat and drink. The merriment ceased, though, when the door was thrown open and a chill gust of wind blew through the room. (The man had waited outside for a few minutes for a proper gust to blow, timing was essential for proper showmanship.) The figure lurched into the room and for a second all was quiet. He was wearing torn clothes, and was covered with sand and seaweed (also reapplied for effect). He groaned with pain once, righted himself, and shuffled over to the bar, where he asked for a glass of water.

Within seconds half the bar had gathered around, and were asking what it was that happened and if he was all right... and also who he was, because none of them had seen him before. Crythis sipped his water for a few minutes, making them even more eager to hear his tale. When he decided the time was right he pulled some seaweed off his arm and began his tale. Mixing snippets of fact with complete fiction, Crythis spun an elegant and sorrowful tale of his past and how he ended up in this land. Exiled from his homeland because of forbidden love, he told of how he had found employment with a mighty ship that sailed the globe, surveying foreign lands and lost islands. He gave a tantalizing sample of these wonderful (and utterly fake) adventures before moving on to the tragedy at sea, by this point, the patrons were rapt, listening to the story unfold. "...and truly, our audacity to gaze upon the forbidden land must have angered the great water goddess, for that night she called up such a mighty storm that all the powers of the sea raged against our vessel, striving to destroy it and all aboard. You must have been able to see it from here, and yet you cannot comprehend the sheer power that hurled itself at us with each gust of wind and crashing wave. We fought for our lives, pitting ourselves against the merciless elements, and each and every man on my ship was a hero that day. We had thought we had made it through the worst when lightning revealed a wave no less than eighty feet high bearing down upon us. The men attempted to turn the ship into it, but it was too late, and the water crushed our ship like a twig. In the swirling chaos of the storm, adrift in the waters, I felt as if some mystical presence were pulling me, keeping me above water and directing me to shore. That is all I remember, I passed out, and when I woke up, I was lying on the beach out there, amidst the wreckage of my ship, my crewmates all dead." Silence followed this tale, followed by an immediate flurry of offers of aid, lodging, and food; all of which were graciously accepted.

Later that evening, Crythis having quickly 'recovered', a trio of sailors approached him. The leader addressed him uncertainly, "Er... we were thinking about your story, and of the magical influence that saved your life and brought you to shore when everyone else died."
"Yes?" said Crythis.
"Well, what if that was the power of the talisman you wear? The one given by the witch on the Isle of Painful Death for saving her life. The holy splinter taken from the Tree of The Gods." He indicated the bit of wood which Crythis had hung from a piece of twine and wore around his neck.
Crythis suppressed a smirk and replied, "Come now, it only seemed like there was a magical force, no talisman would be that powerful, it must just have been lucky chance."
"Yeah... but what if it was the talisman, I mean she did tell you that the talisman could protect the wearer from harm and death and... "
"Look," Crythis interrupted, "why exactly are you so interested in this talisman?"
"Well," one of the other men replied, somewhat sheepishly, "we'd like to buy it from you."
"Really?" Crythis acted shocked, "I mean, magic or not, it has a certain sentimental value for me."
"We pooled our money," said the third, holding out a bag of coins,
Crythis looked perplexed, "Are you sure? I'm pretty sure this talisman has no magic power at all."
"Positive," said the first, taking the wood on a string as Crythis took the coins.
The men walked off, holding the bit of flotsam out in front of them as if it was a great artifact. Crythis pocketed the coins and smiled, then retired to his complementary room to clean himself up a bit and prepare for tomorrow.

* * *

The next morning Crythis decided to leave and try his fortune in the great city that the patrons had mentioned the night before, so, collecting his gear and buying a new set of clothes, Crythis left for Arinesse.

[Jessai Kaela]

Jessai passed a man as she entered the Red Coral Inn. She took clear strides up to the desk, despite her nervousness and rung the small bell which was almost swallowed by the huge counter.

"Hello" Jessai curtsied. A man had appeared armed with what looked like a thousand keys. "Would ya like a room love? It's 3 gold coins a night!" He boomed. His voice, although not loud, was deep and seemed to echo around Jessai's head. "Uh..Yes please" She managed to muster a tiny smile as the man sorted through all of his keys.


After about 15 minutes, the man had finally given her a key and now Jessai stood outside room number 3. It was only a little way up the flight of stairs, and Jessai put her key in the lock. It was stiff but Jessai was stronger than she looked and managed to heave the door open.

She couldnt help but smile when she realised that this was going to be her home for at least a few weeks. Its lovely she sighed to herself. Pushing the door shut behind her, she slung her satchel into a wooden chair and sank onto the bed. It wasnt much, but the room would certainly do as home.

***

It ha been two days since Jessai had arrived at the inn and she had spent the best part of those days in her room, ateempting to write a letter explaining things to her brother. She was still far to angry to contact her father though. A knock at the door, broke her from her writing and she wondered who it could be.

As she opened the door she saw the innkeeper, a parcel held in his arms. "My dress!" she yelled happily, snatching the parcel away.
"If you say so..." the innkeeper said and turned back downstairs.

Jessai hung the garment up carefully in her wardrobe and say back down.

[Jessai Kaela]

Jessai had been sitting by her window, trying hard to write a letter home. She stood up to get a clean piece of parchment, and as she sat down, a loud noise and scream shook the room. Jessai screamed as the noise broke her from her thoughts. She stood up again and carefully edged her way towards the door. Should i open it? she asked herself inwardly. She knew that anyone could be outside...a thief or even a murderer. If she opened the door she could be hurt or killed. But on the other hand, someone may need her help.

She eventually decided to open the door, but before doing so, she took a small dagger from her bag.

Slowly she pulled back the heavy oak door and peered nervously out.

[Jessai Kaela]

Jessai let out a piercing scream, that those in Arinesse probably heard. She had killed someone. Her blade.

She let the dagger drop, and as she did so, the body dropped too. It hit the flor with a thud and sent the Inn keeper into another torrent of babble, which fell on deaf ears.

Jessai's face was white as a sheet. She didn't know which way to turn. The door was blocked by a body and the panicky inn keeper. As a last resort she turned to the window, but no, It was far too high.

Eventually she sat down on the bed. Tears streaming from her eyes. She had never felt so awful in all of her life. She was not used to the normal way of life as it was (due to her sheltered upbringing) and within her first few weeks of independance she had managed to kill a boy not much older than herself. She had never experienced anyone dying. Her father had kept her away from such things.

Her eyes were red and swollen, as she wiped away her last tear. She felt no better, but she was all cried out. Grimacing, she took a last lingering look at the body.

[Jessai Kaela]

"No..." Jessai replied quietly and in a strange voice. She seemed to have changed with the horror of what had just happened.
"We need to take him to the healing rooms in Arinesse..." Her tears had stopped completely and she was much calmer. The inn keeper didnt seem to be able to control his speech and jessai politely asked him to move out of the way. He stood back, out in the hall and watched as jessai tended to the boy.

First she turned him over so that he faced the ceiling. The expression on his face was emotionless and cold. She carefully placed both hands around the hilt of the dagger and pulled. The blade slid out easily, and jessai tossed it aside. Usingall of her strength she began to lift the body up. "Help me.."She ordered almost silently to the inn keeper, who had finally stopped babbling.

[Jessai Kaela]

Jessai dropped the boys body back onto the floor as she heard him moan. She took a few steps back and watched as the skin below his eyes began to be etched with the most detailed pattern.

Although jessai was fascinated she was also terrified. How could this boy rise from the dead? As she steped away her foot caught the dagger and as she looked down she noticed the blood was disapparating. The in keeper had fled at the first sign of the strange happenings, Jessai was alone with this strange un-earthly boy.

"Hello?" Jessai whispered, terrified. She hoped this boy was going to live.

[Jessai Kaela]

Jessai stared in wonder as a blue tinge seemed to engulf the boys body. His wrist was glowing brightly and seemed to have some sort of armour around it.

Coming to her sense suddenly, she realised that this boy was alive and carefully she sat him upright, leaning against the wall.
"Are you ok?" She asked. The boy did not reply. She seemed to have forgotten that only minutes ago she had stabbed this boy. Walking to the sink, she filled a cup with water and put it to the boys lips, forcing him to drink.

"Are you ok?" She repeated.

[Jessai Kaela]

Jessai gasped as she saw what was happening. She was curious but also a little scared, she had never seen anything like this before. She was also late for work at the Swan and Staff Inn, but she couldnt leave this boy here.
"Please wake up" She half cried. She needed to know this boy was well enough to be left alone.

The inn keeper peered around the door and asked if the stranger was alive. Jessai nodded. "Something strange is happening though" She pointed to the blue glow. "Can you look after him? I have to get to work!" The inn keeper nodded and Jessai grabbed her bag. "I'll be back in a few hours!". With that she ran out of the door.

[Jessai Kaela]

Jessai rushed back into the inn. It was the next morning and Jessai felt extremely guilty. She had promised to return within a few hours and yet she had got carried away with Danforth and fallen asleep by the lake.

As she walked back into her room, she realised that the boy was still laying, exactly as she had left him, on the floor. The inn keeper had left and the Jessai noticed that the boy moved his arm towards his wound.

"Can you speak now?" she asked and forced him up into a sitting position. The blue glow seemed to have died down now and Jessai was glad, it had scared her.

[The Royal Guard]

Sayeth // Shadow Xelqin, please try to keep all of your posts in the same tense.
Posts should be set in the past tense. Such as "He repeated" rather than "He repeats"

Also please try not to powerplay with other characters.
I hope i will not have to remind you again.

[Jessai Kaela]

Jessai took the boys grunts to mean that he was going to live. "Thank goodness your alive!" she said, relieved. "Are you well enough to stand?" She put the cup of water to the boys lips again, hoping it would help.

She wanted this boy out of her room, so that she could sit down and try to think about what was going on. She also wanted to go and see some friends she had made, but felt that she needed to know what was happening here first.

Without waiting for an answer from the stranger on her floor she asked another question. "Why were you outside my door? And why were you so lifeless, even before you were...stabbed..."

[The Royal Guard]

The powerplaying i was referring to, was the way in which you forced Jessai to stab you. She may not have wanted that to happen, but you gave her no choice.

Please refer to the 'rules' thread in order to understand how you should have posted, or alternatively PM me. I will delete the OOC posts here once i know you have seen them.

[Jessai Kaela]

Jessai smiled finally, as she realised that this boy was going to live. From what she could see there were no terrible after effects either.
She helped him back onto his feet. "I'm Jessai and youre in my rom at the Red Coral Inn in Swncrest. I heard a noise and when i opened the door you...sort of fell onto my dagger"
He seemed to understand.
"I thought i had killed you, but something weird happened, involving blue light and...your wound healing."
She crossed the room and picked up the perfectly clean dagger, and placed it back in a drawer. "Does this happen often?" She asked wide eyed.