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 Marionís 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 *)
Location: The Host City of the 2018 Commonwealth Games, Australia
I'm not going to use my username if that's all right...
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....
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.
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?"
"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?"
"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!
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.
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?"
"Why is it white outside."
"You're in nepal buddy."
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?"
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.
awesome link from earlier (hero creator)
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...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."
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.
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.
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?
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.