The Raven Adventures

[00Kevin]

Take me across the Canyons and Mountians...To the Place where you dwell...To The Raven. Where Paths Cross

The night was cold and dark, there was an eerie feeling in night sky, as if a feeling that had been lost and forbidden for a long time was finally coming home. As he approached the door, he wondered to himself if it would be the same as it use to be. This place had once been home, there were alot of memories in this little tavern in the middle of nowhere, Nepal. But alot has changed over the past; he had changed, have things inside changed to? Would there still be the fun times? Any more Parties and Adventures? He asked himself these questions as he made his way towards the rickety old Bar.

Through the ice-covered windows he could see the familiar warmth of a great group of people silhouetted against the backdrop of a pleasant fire. He could he the sounds of conversations and laughing, as the drunken patrons enjoyed the evening as they always had. He stopped at the door, pondering whither or not he should turn back; but after a moment of hesitation, he ultimately come to the conclusion that he had gone too far to pull back. And with that, 00Kevin slowly pulled the door open, wondering what he would see...


(*If any of you are new to this, let me explain, the Raven Adventures are our Indy-inspired RPG which takes place in Marion’s Bar, the Raven, Nepal, late 1930s, as seen in Raiders of the Lost Ark. We drink, we party, we adventure, we get attacked by random Nazi assassins, and the bar seems to get burned down every night. I use to have these adventures with fellow raveners and we had a really good time, so I wanted to see if it can still catch on. You are all welcome to join! oh, and I promise not to make really really long posts this time ;) *)

[Violet Indy]

In "The Raven", Phoenix Poinsettia sat silently by the stain glass window, drinking apple cider. She couldn't drink tonight. And it wasn't just because of the medicene she was taking to heal her eye, an infection from the bitter cold. This wasn't her first visit to "The Raven." She had always come by often, but never had much to do with anyone. These were dangerous times. Especially knowing the owner's history. A lone figure emerged from the door, snow flying in, wind howling. She watched the figure, a man of adventure, he seemed, turn his head this way and that, as if searching for someone or something. He then, proceded to the bar to order a drink.

She recognised him vaguely. She also knew that he hadn't come often in recent times. She had always been in the background, watching and waiting all this time. It was, afterall only a matter of time....

[salussolia]

salussolia Went in and shot himself becuase there pepsis were not cold yet

[herr gruber]

Indy pushed open the door, snow swirling around his forlorn fedora. The ice was burning his face and he longed for a glass of the hard stuff. Tonight he was going to tell Marion that he had thought about her offer of shares in The Raven. Tonight she would get the 'yes' she had been waiting for. Indy longed for the days when they could open the bar and enjoy long days and nights of gently entertaining the regulars.
Someone pushed past Indy, rudely. "Watch where your going, mate!" the man spat. Indy watched him stumble away into the blizzard. Loud thumping music was eminating from inside the Raven, ear burstingly loud bass. Indy entered and was greeted by hundreds of people wildy dancing with eyes wide and perspiration dripping down their vacant faces. Indy was taken aback. 'What the hell...' he mused.
"Marion?!!!" he yelled at the top of his voice. Marion pushed toward him from the crowd. " Indy, baby. Chill out, man...here have one of these..." Marion offered him a pill of some sort. Indy looked at it and could see the inscription of a smiley face. "Ancient Sanskrit?" he shouted, confusedly.
Marion shook her head. " No! It's an trip. Take it! Chill,man!" "What the hell's goin' on here, Marion?" Indy blurted.
" Well, business was slow! I had to do something to boost the profits! Tonight is Raven Ravin' night! It's wicked,man!"
Indy observed the mass of bouncing dancers and shook his head..."Oh, screw it." he muttered, " You only live once..." He grabbed Marion's arm and pulled her to the dancefloor. Within minutes, he was dripping in sweat and high as a kite.

THE END.

[00Kevin]

after a brief and magical dream sequence, 00Kevin's focus began to return with the sound of a farmiliar voice...

"Kevin... hey Kevin" He rose his head to see the face of Marion Ravenwood, along time friend and bartender. "someone looks happy to be here" she said as she usually would with a certain degree of cockyness, "You want something to drink?"

"ummm, I'm not really up for anything strong, mabey just a Pepsi?"

"Ok, but I must warn you," Marion cautioned, "they arn't very cold."

"that's ok, I don't mind" 00Kevin got his drink and then walked to the middle of the bar, preparing to make a decision of whom to associate with this evening. The bar wasn't terribly crowded, only a few faces, some new some old, vacated the mountain-top cantine. he stopped as he noticed a somewhat unfarmiliar face over by the window. curiously he wandered over towards Pheonix to introduce himself. "Hi, I'm 00Kevin, mind if I sit down?"

[Violet Indy]

Phoenix turned away from the window, to face the man who introduced himself as 00Kevin. Perhaps some company tonight wouldn't be so bad, she thought.

"Sure, sit. I'm Phoenix Poinsettia. Yes, that's Phoenix as in mythical firebird and Poinsettia as in Poinsettia Stone, though no relation," she replied.

"But isn't Poinsettia as in the Christmas flower?" joked 00Kevin.

"Yeah, I suppose it is. They're spelt the same. And what do you do for living, 00Kevin? The Raven is a place of rather peculiar people."

[00Kevin]

"I work for the British Government, sort of a world policeman if you would" he said, casually taking a sip of his drink. "I use to help marion out here too, but lately I've been out conquering the world. So what do you do miss Poinsettia? and what brings you to the raven?"

[salussolia]

im alive again and have a tail.

[indy34]

"hey salussolia a little help?" I ask but she just walks past and into the bar
dam thats the third one I've been out here for a hour with my tongue stuck to the pole and no ones brought me some hotwater of even a whiskey!:mad:

[The Stranger]

I was hanging around in the forum and I simply noticed this thread once again. I did saw it in the past, but this time I'm just feeling sad because I think I cannot contribute to it... even if I would like to. :(

I've always loved writing stories, and this idea of "The Raven Adventures" sounds really intriguing to me. But...

I wish I could have much free time, and most of all... I wish I could write decent english. :(

Sorry if I ruined the atmosphere... :(

[Dr. Gonzo]

Suddenly I was awakened by a beast of a man...
"What the hell do you mean 'ruining the atmosphere'?" My only reply to this rotarian was "What do you mean, 'what do you mean ruining the atmosphere'?"

"You were muttering something about ruining the atmosphere and electric snakes and al gore was right and giant bats and started speaking in tounges."

"**** off man!" I mumbled.
Clearly the mescaline had taken a toll and I found myself starring up at some hairy bastard from the floor of some bar. I picked myself up and stumbled over to the bar where I spotted a very attractive young drunkard of a girl.
"Where are we?"
"The Raven."
"Why is it white outside."
"You're in nepal buddy."
"Jesus god!"

[Dr. Gonzo]

Suddenly another attractive young female came up to me. I thought to myself "All right Dr. Gonzo, dont **** this one up!"
I smiled at her and tried to introduce myself, but I studered and stumbled on my sluurry speech that sounded more like banshee cries than a flirtatious greeting. She smiled.
"Sorry" I said, "Im Dr. Gonzo... and you are?"

[Finn]

"Sorry" I said, "Im Dr. Gonzo... and you are?" "I'm the bouncer," Finn replied, looking down at Gonzo who was trying to focus his gaze somewhere down at the level of his chest. "And I think you've had enough to drink."

[adventure_al]

...AL. walks in and scans the room. Observing all the rugged and weather-beaten faces. He stands tall and makes his way to the bar.

[indy34]

"Hello?....hello I dont know if you know but it very cold out here...any one:( ?"

[adventure_al]

some rocks crumble, and out from the shadows coughing comes Reuben, a young would-be treasure hunter, his hands are aloft.

"don't shoot! I was looking around here and I decided to hide when I heard voices"

He stands just under 6ft with a scruffy black jumper and black and white neck scarf. Theres an empty holster round his waist and a rucksack with a water bottle strapped to it. Its hard to make out his features from the dirt thats began to settle on him.

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awesome link from earlier (hero creator)

[xelaman]

how did u get the pic on

[xelaman]

a beam of light is heard outside...

[NoCamels]

...and in bursts Jenny Thunder, lady adventurer extrordinaire, carrying a crystal skull blazing with light. The Raven is filled with shimmering rays of purple and silver and gold. The woman in the aviator's jacket looks around the room. "Say, can someone give me a hand with this thing? Any of you fellow treasure hunters know how to turn this thing off? I think it's calling to the Nazis, they've been following me for days."

[Finn]

The bouncer's ears catch only one word, but that's enough.

Nazis? Why, out of all the bars in this godforsaken country, she has to bring it in this one?

[isaac_z]

isaac looks up from his beer, slowly warming in his hands as he rotates the glass on the counter top.

"nazis, huh? someone lock the door and bring in that kid from outside. his tongue's about to fall off and that's all we need right now."

finn reaches his arm through the open frame, grabbing the freezing kid by the scruff of his neck. with a quick jerk, the bouncer pulls him inside, tongue a bit sore, but back in the warmth.

the latch on the lock makes an audible click. footsteps are heard crunching through the snow.

[indyflys_solo]

The Raven's door latched shut as Finn dragged a frozen hiker in from the cold. Elizabeth Cary looked up from her glass of whiskey, perceptibly shrinking in her worn pilot's jacket. The young hiker colder than she was; he was blue. But even next to the Raven's generous fireplace, Elizabeth felt cold, that familiar chill...
Across the table from her, one of the usual patrons nursed a beer. Issac, Eliabeth thought his name was. He glanced at her curiously over his beer, and she immediately ducked her head. It wasn't anything against him, Issac seemed like a decent fellow. It was just that she found it hard to look people in the eyes after... after what she had done.
She tossed back another drink, setting her empty glass down gently on the table. The young hiker was at the bar now, talking to Marion and Finn. He was waving his hands excitedly, while Marion listened skeptically and Finn looked on, evidently under the impression that this kid had spent a few hours too long in a snowdrift. Elizabeth was good at observing people. Unfortunately, Hitler had thought so too. It was his fault that she was here, now. That she had done what she had done, and ruined her life.
Elizabeth winced, and looked towards the window. Suddenly, over the din, she heard something else. It was the simultaneous crunching of boots on the snow; a sound she had heard too many times before. It held an eerie familiarity that brought her back to Germany and the Alps, back to her old nightmare of a life... the sound seemed too perfect; too coordinated. Suddenly, she knew.
Nazis.
It wasn't just her mind playing tricks on her again. This was real. In the few brief moments before the door was pounded open, only one thought was passed through Elizabeth's alcohol-dulled, exhausted mind.
Oh, God. Please, not here. Not now. Oh God, please no.

[Hedwig]

Footsteps became louder and louder, but suddenly, they stopped. It was completely quiet. Nobody dared to make a noise inside the bar. Some of the people were scared, some of them were calm and ready to fight. But everyone knew that what ever will happen, it won't be good.
They waited, but nothing happened. "Maybe they left", someone whispered. At the same moment the bar's door flew open and the Nazi soldiers marched in. There were dozens of soldiers, and they all had a blank look on their faces.
Against all odds the soldiers didn't start to fire their weapons. They looked around the bar, they were looking for someone. But who?

[indyflys_solo]

Elizabeth took a shuddery breath, feeling faint. The soldiers would turn any minute, see her face, all would be lost...
A soldier glanced her way, and she couldn't strangle her terrified gasp. But the soldier looked past her, his eyes raking the room in calculated strokes. With a shock, Elizabeth realized that they weren't here for her. Then who are they looking for?
Marion Ravenwood stood motionless behind the bar, her survival sense obviously overriding her natural tendency to fight back. Finn watched the soldiers carefully, but Elizabeth could see digust and contempt in his expression. The Raven's patrons watched the soldiers without a word, waiting to see who would strike the first blow.
The Nazi who had seen Elizabeth continued to search the room with his eyes, and Elizabeth recoiled as an explanation suddenly hit her. The soldiers weren't here for someone... they were here for something.

[Hedwig]

Were they looking for the crystal skull that Jenny Thunder had brought with her? No. There was something else in the bar that was far more interesting...

[indyflys_solo]

Doggone it, somebody else write something!! :p

[Finn]

Something.

[indyflys_solo]

I should have known better than to give Finn an excuse to be sarcastic. But what else are bouncers for, anyway? ;)

[col.dietrich]

then, col.dietrich stepped in to get a piece of the action, only to get cut apart by machine-gun fire. the shooter was, (dun,dun,DUN!) indyclone25! :eek:

[DocWhiskey]

DocWhiskey quickly gathered col. dietrich's now severed limbs into a small nap sack. "Don't worry! I'm a doctor!" He said as he dodged Indyclone25's rapid machine gun fire.

[col.dietrich]

col. dietrich moaned with pain, only to get hit again by the fire of
indyclone25s machine gun

[col.dietrich]

as Finn and hemble stepped in to stop the madness and a get back to the original story, Gilles V said "the story is going off course and that the rest of the story shall have nothing to do with previous posts.", then, all 3 of them got shot by indyclone25.

[Gear]

Then indyclone25's mad, randomized, shrieking fire spray was silenced by the stop of a gun shot. His expression suddenly went absent before he melted to his knees and layed crumpled on the floor. "That sh*t gets old." muttered a guy sitting in a booth against the far wall. This fellow leaned forward to stuff his pistol back in it's old holster under his plaid over shirt. Doing so, the light caught his peace buckle from over his tucked tee. And beneath the low brim of his brown wool cap and overgrown hair he asked the led tender for another joe, picking up and rattling the empty mug.


After his hand had rummaged away his gun, he leaned back into the shadows and crossed a torn jean leg. The folks scattered around the place went back to their festivities and such and dealt with the newly created corpses.

The gal behind the bar produced a cig and set it with the flick of a zippo. While doing so, she took a short studying glance at him. Then with coy essence turned to take his order.


Meanwhile...

[Agent Crab]

A lucky Crabby Agent was called to duty and was to invest in this chaos.

[Gear]

... And this was little to their knowledge, the assorted tribe that dwelt here.


The bar tender with swagger brought over another simmering cup of dark juice for the male in this corner. She set it down, then erected herself to a firm footed stance. Her closed lips shifted ever so slightly to the side in recognition.

And me, although earlier on, her. Marion Ravenwood.

I couldn't conceal an opened mouthed smirk.

She cut off any words I might have said. "You're payin for those damages." And as though she'd forgot to add something she leaned in a hair. "And don't think of tryin anything smart with me, Gypo.". With that she returned back behind the bar to scrub the counter and while finishing that smoke struck up lazy conversation with a couple of the small Monday night patrons...


Meanwhile...

[Gear]

... All settled and collected itself back to what was apparently normal.

Heh. A large grin emerged. This reminded me of back in Double Bell.


This guy in the brown cap stood from his table and meandered towards the bar, gingerly as not to slop my cup. I leaned against the counter near Marion and her tiny assorted company and waited until she finally rolled her gaze to me. "Hey, Marion... " Took a drink then set it down. "Listen, uh... do you think I could bed here tonight? Just in that back storage room?" For a short moment she laid a heavy stare on me, "Why?..." she replied cockily. She knew, she knew me. She was only messing with me. I pulled the entirety of my accumulated cash from my pocket and placed it upon the counter top. Wasn't all that much, so I added a pack of Djarum cigarettes on top of it. "And I can help around the place... how 'bout it?"

There seemed to be a dozen bouncers around the tavern and a couple of them were eying me. She only stared back into my eyes as she took another shot. "Sure." she decided after a long while. "Be good... probation period." she jested to me as she trotted off. I made my way behind the bar and put a fist on my hip. "What'll it be... ya scruff?" I asked the bouncer on the other side to myself.

Meanwhile...