Thread: A tale of a Mystic Castle

The entrance hall to the castle is rather grand. A red carpet lead ups to the big stairway that goes up to the second plane. On each side of the stairs there's statues of fallen heroes. There' are four of them, each different from the rest. A crystal chandelier that hang from the celling lights up the place. Other sources of lights are very decorative lamps that are placed on the walls. In the lobby there's also places where you can sit and some tables aswell. On the right and left door there's large wooden doors that leads to other parts of the castle.

If you go up the stair way you'll come to the second floor. Right in front of the stair it's a metal door. You can go to the sides to look down upon the first floor from those balconies. There's doors up here too. They're smaller than the ones on the first plane and it's four of them.

((OOC note, from now on keep all lobby RP in this room and RPs that doesn't fit in any other location in Castle d'Tamun location, please. /Brook))

"Well I'm sure an old valuable place like this needs its security, I am very good at taking care of inconveniences." Demogorgons voice seemed to changed as he broached the subject of violence, as if he savored even the thought of it.

The man was old and funny looking but he could prove to be useful in the demons quest to find the source of the power here. Security would be the most ideal and it would also give him the excuse he needed to scope out the castle. Hell with the attitude the old man was taking maybe he would join Demogorgon. 'Soon the gods will regret their folly.' The thought put him in a better mood.

It was then that he noticed the clacking. He turned his back and saw a pink haired woman walking towards him. 'Oh just when I thought it was only an old man I had to deal with a pitiful girl, the demon thought with annoyance. However he could sense that there was something special about this girl but he couldn't tell what, again he cursed the gods for stripping him of his powers. Could she be an agent of the Pantheon? If she was the girl would meet a horrible end, Demogorgon didn't conserve his powers when it came to agents. What ever had elevated his mood had left him when the girl started talking. The girls main power could be annoyance for all the rage she was garnishing from Demogorgon, but he had just secured a job here and it would be quite unprofessional for any out burst. Whatever she was she could be considered competition and he was in no mood to compete.

He focused on the harlot in front of him and spoke in a smooth voice,''Hello ma'am I am Dempsey Grey, and if it is the Masters wish I will be escorting you off the castle grounds."

An uniformed woman walked out of one of the doors on the second floor, carrying a coffee cup. Her face went from slight embarrassment into a big smile. She pushed up her glasses and put the coffee cup on a side table and walked up to the two newcomers. She gave a slight nod to Master DeFolrock with a badly hidden frown. She didn't not like the old man and could not understand why he was still here if he disapproved so much.
"Greetings travlers. My name is Mrs Clarissa Silver. I see you have already met another one of our... customers. I'm working here at Hotel d'Tamun as a clerk. Would you two like a room?" she said and turned to the tall trench coat wearing man and the pink haired girl. The tall man was rather handsome in her eyes. She loved tall men. She did wonder a bit where the girl's parents where, but it wasn't her business really.

"Ah well thank you for the confidence Master Dwain, you won't be disappointed." The demon said as he turned away from the girl. He hadn't really been expecting to take the girl away as it was clear that the old bag was interested in other worldly beings, and the girl was at least other worldly. Now he would have to find out more about the girl but that would take time seeing as he had just offered to kick her off the grounds.'Hmm what could this girl be?' His train of thought was interrupted as a woman walked into the room.

He heard her greeting and at first noticed the way she looked at him. Honestly he had to passion for humans and Zeus had long ago forsaken human-god relationships but he was no god, and piss on Zeus.'Suduction of the clerk could be useful even if she was married it shouldn't be too hard, maybe she could explain where the power of this place emanates from, thought Demogorgon.

"Hello there Mrs Silver I am Dempsey Grey pleasure to meet you. I am here to apply my skills in the protection of this glorious estate, and will most likely be sleeping in the barracks. Assuming there is a barracks?"

"I see. The workers have their own quarters on the first floor. You go down these stairs and take the door on the right. It leads to a corridor, follow that corridor to the 3 door on the left, that door leads to the worker quarters. There's no barrack that is use currently. The old one were abandoned when the castle became hotel," Mrs. Silver told Mr. Gray. "Of course before you're allowed into the workers quarter you need to be hired and get a uniform an key card. The hotel manager's office is on this floor. You need to take the left door and from there you'll find the manager's office easily," she then added with a broad smile. Mr. Gray seemed rather charming, she just hoped her husband wouldn't get jealous as he usually became.

Dwain scowled at Mrs. Silver. He didn't like her. It wasn't just that her occupation reminded him of what had happened with the noble castle it was also that for a married woman she was too flirty. Master DeFolrock was a traditional man and modern concepts annoyed him. But he didn't leave as he was still a bit curious over Crina. Instead he ignored Mrs. Silver and turned to Crina, awaiting her response to his previous question. then he would leave, he missed his quarters.

"Ah thank-you for being so informative Mrs.Silver, I look forward to seeing you around the castle." He gave her a wide smile before turning to Dwain, "And thank you for your help in this also I'm sure I'll be seeing you around the castle."

Without so much as a glance at the strange girl he left the room through the door Mrs. Silver had directed him to and searched for the managers office.

A Soft giggle left the girl at the mans words of throwing her out, it was highly unlikely that he could even catch her; she did cheat after all. Her eyes glanced at the female and a slight frown came to her face at the emotions she could sense from the woman, not that she really cared but it also mixed in with the feeling from the others. At being called a girl it took all of her control to not snap at them, she hated being called a girl or child just simply because she knew she would out live all of them. As a dragon she had a lovely long life span to toy and play with humans and other mortal beings as she saw fit. It wasn't how she was raised but it was the only fun thing she found to do since she came to the forsaken human lands. "Oh old lady, might wanna leave the playing of emotions to the professionals, like me." She directed those words to Mrs. Sliver just for the heck of it and to annoy her.


With a shake of her head she turned to the old man and said "I guess customer would be right. Since I doubt anything here would be worth stealing." She gave a shrug not really caring that she just said she was a thief. But then again she was only a thief of hearts as she loved to toy with the matters of a heart as long as the heart belonged to someone who wasn't attached to anyone else. "Besides if anyone calls me girl again I might have to hurt them." She said off hand since she was an adult and just because she looked young she would have to prove that she wasn't. At least if they didn't get frighten of her power.

Mrs. Silver watched as the tall stranger walked away. She would be much interested in working with him. She turned to the other customer with a smile which then turned into a confused expression as Crina spoke. "Playing of emotions?" she replied. She watched as Crina shook hand with Master DeFolrock and her expression darkened a bit at the revelation she was a thief. Looked like she had to make sure Mr. Gray kept an eye on the girl.

Dwain however smiled. He liked this woman. She was edgy and didn't let herself be pushed around. However, he hoped she would respect authority and older people. Other than that they might go along fine. "I'm pretty sure you could," he then replied to her with a smirk. "It'll be nice to have you around. If you excuse me I have to retreat to my quarters. Good day," Dwain then added with a nod. He turned around and opened the big metal doors behind and started walking down the Grand Hall.

A girl draped in green with a hood pulled up over her head entered the lobby tentatively, and felt a flood of relief when she spotted some empty chairs. The hike up the hill had been one thing, but piloting a small sailboat by herself? Tricky, and made trickier when it sprung a leak. She had to propel it with a spur of the moment wind spell while she bailed water to keep it from sinking. She left it on the beach, prow plowed in sand, to deal with at a later time. Exploring this island was the more important task right now. ‘Perhaps when it comes time to leave, I’ll have found a more reliable transport,' she mused.

Her breath started to come back, so the girl stood and wandered further into the lobby, past a few statues. “Hello?” she called politely. She wanted to find someone familiar with the castle, to ask if she could stay while conducting some research.

A uniformed woman with glasses watched as the grand door to the Lobby opened. She saw a woman with a green cloak entering the castle. After the woman had looked around she shouted 'hello?' and with a smile Mrs Silver walked down the stairs in quick steps, for her age. She approached the woman with open hands, showing she wasn't hostile but welcoming.
"Greeting travelers and welcome to Hotel d'Tamun. My name is Mrs Clarissa Silver and I work her as a clerk. Have you come to get a job or to get a room?" Mrs Silver asked with a smile.

A room? She hadn’t expected this place to offer lodgings, though it would be a nice change of pace from sleeping in a tent. However, the cost of a room might be a little over her head. A job may be in order as well.

“My name is Ruana Eyther,” she said with a slight curtsy to Mrs. Silver. From her backpack she dug out a cinched purse that jingled softly. “If you have a small room, that would be perfect. If there isn't enough here, I can work for lodgings. I’m a good gardener, or if you have any need for magical talents...”

Mrs Silver gave the young woman a small nod before she picked up a silver colored calculator and a file with a few pages sticked into it. She pushed back her glasses and a expression of thinking passed over her face before she answered.
"We are currently hiring but if you need a work you'll have to speak with the manager as it's out of my area of expertise. If you decide to stay here as a guest I can inform you that we got rooms of different shapes and within different economic classes. What type of currency do you have?" Mrs Silver said business like.

Ruana tipped out a handful of coins. Many of them were small hexagons stamped with a gryphon, used in cities around Weyva Wood; there was a good amount of copper, some silver, and two gleaming gold pieces. ‘Damn that boat, never should’ve paid that much for it,’ she thought ruefully. “These are the coins of my country, Tindal. The circular ones are from a nation I passed through, but the metal they are made from escapes me.” She dumped the handful back into her purse, hoping it would be enough for at least a bed and maybe a chest. “Where can I find the manager?"

Mrs Silver looked at the coins. In her line of work she had become a bit of an expert on different currency and she always kept up on the current exchange rate. This currency however wasn't she much familiar with, mostly because not much people used it around these parts. But she had to her help a machine that could proper calculate even rare currencies. Luckily for Ruana, Clarissa had looked through the spreadsheets and the exchange rate was fresh in her mind. "If you'd like to stay we currently have 5 one-bed rooms in economy class 5 for only 2 bronze pieces per night. Breakfast is included but not lunch and dinner, that you have to pay for separately. But we got very generous prizes in the Dinner for residences," Mrs Silver said in a kind tone. She swifted through some papers in the file before she continued. "We got a few job openings, one as assistant gardener. However when it comes to magical talents... I can't help you as I'm not set into occult or supernatural things. The manager can be find in his office. I think he's busy however, so you might have to wait a bit."

Ruana perked up; two bronze was not bad, her money could probably hold out until she was comfortably placed with a job. ‘And then to find time for exploring. I wonder what facilities this place might have.’ She withdrew enough money for her first three nights in an economy room and stuffed the purse away.

“Thank you, Mrs. Silver. Should I leave this money with you, or take it to the manager? And does this place have a library, by chance?” Ruana asked hopefully. A place like this might have some rare old books, with some information that could be helpful to her.

"I handle the fees. Follow me to my office so you can get your key," Mrs Silver replied and and waved towards a door on the left side of the room. "There's a library on the third floor. You have to go up the stairs behind me and follow the grand hall. On the right side a valve will show up. Go through that and you'll find the stairs. Go up to the third floor and follow the signs," Mrs Silver then added. She then started to walk towards her office.

She followed Mrs. Silver, mentally repeating the directions in her head: stairs, grand hall, valve, stairs. ‘Library!’ The prospect was exciting, it wasn’t often she had the chance to poke to do some reading about a location before she went poking around it, blindly searching for something that could bring an end to her quest. For now Ruana waited patiently to receive her key.

A key to her own room, that was something she hadn’t seen in while either. The last time that she could pay for a cramped room in a dingy inn, the innkeep didn’t bother to hand her a key. Luckily a simple arcane lock kept out thieves, but for all that she might as well have slept in her tent with a ward around it. Mrs. Silver was a much friendlier face compared to the merchant in the last town.

Tentatively she let down the hood of her cloak and smoothed back her dark hair. Leafy vines coiled through it, glad to get some fresh air, and she hoped her appearance wasn't too off-putting to the castle clerk. “I'm very grateful for the help, ma’am.”

Mrs Silver walked up to the door and opened it. On the other side there was a corridor which lead deeper into the building. Mrs Silver walked down this coridor a few steps before she opened a door with a glass window with Reception written on it. She opened this door too and walked in.

[[Continued in Reception ]]