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    #16
    Re: The Waystation Inn, City of Lorexia, Centaurine Plutocracy

    A female dapple gray centaur looked up from her work in the kitchen with a gasp of surprise. "I'm sorry! We forgot!" She scooped up a handful of small wooden tokens and pressed one into each of the visitor's hands. When they touched the disks the visions vanished and everything was normal again. "I'm so sorry, I forgot about this city's reaction to visitors," she babbled out, "It's the way the city keeps itself safe, I'm so sorry!"
    Ryu curtsies and puts flowers in everyone's hair.

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      #17
      Re: The Waystation Inn, City of Lorexia, Centaurine Plutocracy

      Professor Ramielle manages to suppress a smirk. "Bibble, perhaps you SHOULD have tied Servante to a tree." She reaches out and takes one of the tokens. "Illusory magic, I presume? Excellent craftsmanship."
      "'And what would humans be without love?'
      RARE, said Death." --Terry Pratchett, Sourcery

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        #18
        Re: The Waystation Inn, City of Lorexia, Centaurine Plutocracy

        "An enchantment, lady. Laid into the foundations of the city. It pulls horrifying images from your mind, see? It is supposed to destroy the minds of enemies not invited so we don't have to resort to bloodshed. The young master has had the fright of his life, I'm surprised he is still sane! Get him to a bed, but don't let him lose his token!" The young centaur stamped her right back hoof for emphasis.
        Ryu curtsies and puts flowers in everyone's hair.

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          #19
          Re: The Waystation Inn, City of Lorexia, Centaurine Plutocracy

          "You... allowed these students to be subjected to individually-targeted phantasmal enchantments?" Her brows furrowed, and her voice got a little quieter, becoming almost a deadpan whisper. "And what would the outcome have been, had my Selkie companion suffered further exposure?"

          The professor did not wait for a response. She turns to the leader of the Centaurs who brought them to the Inn. "We need to discuss this. Outside. Now." She points an emphatic finger at the door to the Inn, her wooden token firmly grasped in her other hand.
          "'And what would humans be without love?'
          RARE, said Death." --Terry Pratchett, Sourcery

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            #20
            Re: The Waystation Inn, City of Lorexia, Centaurine Plutocracy

            The supposed leader shrugged his shoulders and pointed back to the dapple female who was steaming mad. "Allow? We allowed nothing. No word was sent through, so I have no idea who you are or what your supposed authority is but you are guests of my Inn and this city!" The took a deep breath and snorted, "I don't much care for who you are anyway. You are not the first company to have arrived who have not gotten their tokens right away. Had the lad not tried to do something the city objected to, he would not have been subjected to anything worse than odd colors and scents. There was a reason he was supposed to be here, in my Inn and the city did what it did to get him back," she gestured out the window, "or would you rather he'd finished whatever scheme he'd been planning?" She snorted again, "Get whatever things you came here with and leave my Inn. The 'porter stations you came through are in the room over there," she pointed to a door off to her left, "and may the gods keep you from ever testing my patience again." She planted all four hooves in the wooden floor, not budging an inch.
            Ryu curtsies and puts flowers in everyone's hair.

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              #21
              Re: The Waystation Inn, City of Lorexia, Centaurine Plutocracy

              Professor Ramielle clenches her jaw... then unclenches it, remaining calm through the Centaur's tirade. "Who we are... as you've already stated, we're your guests. Whether it was your intention or not, your negligence (i.e. lack of warnings, signs and preventative measures) allowed one of your guests and my charges, an adolescent, to be subjected to what you've already termed as a 'mind destroying enchantment.' This is unacceptable and unconscionable. Don't worry, though... as soon as the student that your carelessness traumatized is well enough to travel, we'll be leaving your Inn and your city, hopefully never to return."

              The professor blinks and picks up her cup of tea. "Also, you should know that I intend to report this brusque treatment and lack of hospitality in the Mage Critique Forum. Now if you will excuse me, madam, one of my companions needs to be seen to." She gulps down the tea, replacing the cup in its saucer. She rises, and helps Servante upstairs to his bed, speaking to him in a calming tone.
              Last edited by Hopeyouguess62; 15th April 2012, 14:48.
              "'And what would humans be without love?'
              RARE, said Death." --Terry Pratchett, Sourcery

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                #22
                Re: The Waystation Inn, City of Lorexia, Centaurine Plutocracy

                "Oh joy." Grave commented the exchange between the centaur and professor Ramielle, idly turning his token around between fingers. "So people don't care that much about what happens to those who are exposed to mind-bending lunacy around these parts, do they? Even when there's a chance of, I don't know... A fire mage going insane and deciding that all the shit he's seeing needs to be burned down?" Cynder inquired with an air of innocent curiosity. "Sounds a little irresponsible and counterproductive to this whole idea of 'protection' this charm is supposed to maintain, if you ask me." He was a little less than pleased about the centaur's response and still feeling cranky, despite the fact he managed to stuff himself with food by the time Servante came back. He noted that the selkie likely tried to escape alone, but considering his current mental state, the pyromancer chose not to voice that observation.
                You have the right to remain stupid, everything that you say can and will be ignored.

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                  #23
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                  "Wwoah, wwoah, wwoah. Hang on a minute," Servante suddenly says, his recent trauma subsiding for now during the time Ramielle and the centaur 'debated'. "I'm not goin to bed. Screww that idea. I wwant to leavve this godforsaken city as soon as wwe can." The selkie stays rooted to the spot, refusing to move as Ramielle tries to get him upstairs.

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                    #24
                    Re: The Waystation Inn, City of Lorexia, Centaurine Plutocracy

                    Bibble quietly listens to everything, her eyes downcast before stepping over to the professor and Servante.

                    "You miserable, selfish, stupid... If, and ONLY IF! you hadn't just been fragrantly mind twisted I would beat you into next month with a wrench... I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU RAN OFF WITHOUT US! screw your chivalry, we can take care of ourselves, WE decided to help you, to put our own necks on the line to help YOU deal with YOUR problem rather then letting you go it alone, But NooooO~ You just had to be a proud ass like always and try and handle it yourself..."

                    Bibble seemed to be caught between rage and tears as the tirade continued, her fists clenching and unclenching and her hair standing up as an electrical charge ran through her, making her look like a giant eyed and incredibly hostile cat....
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                      #25
                      Re: The Waystation Inn, City of Lorexia, Centaurine Plutocracy

                      [ Um, Courage Wolf, you might want to check the most recent post in the OOC thread. ]
                      "'And what would humans be without love?'
                      RARE, said Death." --Terry Pratchett, Sourcery

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