St Pancras Clock Tower

[Shaz]

St Pancras Loft: Home of Shaz,Darko And Doka.

"High above the city, this two bedroom, two bathroom home sits within the famous clock tower of St Pancras station, and keeps a watchful eye over one of London’s most exciting areas. While keeping plenty of old-world charm, Kings Cross has enjoyed a flurry of cultural developments in the last 20 years, as art galleries, orchestras and museums have all migrated from other more traditionally affluent areas of London. Inside the iconic monolith, turn back time in the presence of the original clock-winders room, and the wooden box on the east wall which once housed the clock’s weights."
-Add listing found tucked in drawer.

[Shaz]

Shaz Half-Alv HP:100% MP:100% Theme: Shaz's Theme #3 ☒ Shaz Darko Lipowitz dokaragral ✐ 423 ✉ notes MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

I Found a Heartbeat.. Raising his lantern in the uncut darkness of London. Shaz would open his cloak allowing the short statured boy to emerge from it's confines. His body waving back and forth ecentic steps fluid but rigid. He would brush aside a clearing of growing vines covering a wood paneled gate. Pushing it open he would slowly walking into building He would clap his hands together. The skill of Ante up activating lifting the lantern from his hands allowing it to float behind him. He would slowly shift his form up the worn stairs stepping to avoid the various holes and weak spots. He would nod his head slowly to an imaginary music rolling through his minds ears. He would come to the fifth floor of the Pancra's clock tower pushing open the door to a small loft. A large Owl would emerge Shaz would stand fast staring at the beast. His eyes dull dead the Bird of Pray would stop in it's tracks lifting it's feathers before flying back into the apartment. Shaz would step in behind it his hands resting to his sides under his cloak. He would watch the owl lift up resting on the rafters poking it's head into a nest. 3 small birds would climb from the wicker construct lifting off and flying out the window into the night of London. Shaz's long limb coming to grasp the nest getting ready to toss it from the apartment. The smallest faintest of Hoots coming from the branches he would hold the nest in his hand. A white head forcing it way from the vines lining the nest the runt of the litter a small barn owl staring up at Shaz with the brightest of Blue eyes. He would take the creature into his hands going and sitting down onto a decrepted leather sofa. He would stare at the small being as it poked it's head around. He would bring his thumb to pet it's head. A soft smile coming onto his lips he would lift the small bird onto his finger. "Your name.. will be Xerxes." The small bird would coo. Turning it's head staring around the apartment he would set the small bird down into it's nest. lifting it up before venturing down the steel stairs of the loft plopping down at the rotted matress and bed frame. Leaning his head back resting the nest next to him. His lantern disappearing back into his Inventory his flyers for a housekeeper catching the air blowing out the window into main street.

[Darko Lipowitz]

As Darko was grabbed by the tall advertiser as they phased out of the scenario within the streets of Londenium, he wondered what might be his intentions. Maybe he did not like his comment, and so he sent him here to this place to kill or torture his character? Though he would not gain much from this, since he did not have much money and items with him. And, knowing of his prowess, he was confident enough that he would be going to beat him in a fair match, as he would be only needing to gain distance from the person to make some free hits. Now he had seen the ability of this person, it would be useless if he would use it again. But first, he would like to know what was the intention of this man. Why was he dragged by this person to another place? He would know for sure the answer as the swirling sheets of paper with the letters BBC were inching closer towards their destination, but what the destination was, he really did not see because of the deep darkness that swirled with the sheets of paper.

As they landed on the ground and after the mysterious person removed the cloak off him, he then looked at his surroundings. It seemed like as if he was at the front of a very old building somewhere in Londenium. Following the man, although dubious of his intentions, he entered through a wooden gate infested with numerous vines, and entered the building. The whole area seemed to crumble sooner or later, as some of the wooden planks of the walls, the floor, and the ceiling were broken or bent, and as he walked around the place following the man, the wood under his boots started to creak. The place was too old that the boy thought that it might not be suitable for living anymore, but since the man decided on this place, he should be prepared for any disaster that might happen here. And so he still followed the man, taking note of his every step while stepping in the same area as him.

After the tedious stair-climbing, the two entered the fifth floor. As the man opened a door to a room in the floor, the boy saw a decent living quarters inside the room. But it seemed that the living quarters was existent even before the man was born, and it seemed as if it was abandoned for a long time before the man discovered it. The room seemed very familiar for the boy; the placement of windows, furniture, and the walls themselves. After some thought about the height of this room above the ground, the boy came at the conclusion that the building might have been the rendering of the St. Pancras clock tower, which now have lost its former glory and even its structural integrity. The room was a prime location in whole London, and the boy might have visited this room once or twice back in the real world. He did not know the man, and somewhat irritated with him because of his shameless advertising campaign and  his abduction, but at least he had some taste.

While the advert man was busy with a barn owl's nest, he searched for some books in a bookcase just near the window, more importantly about magic and the ancient scripts. It had seemed that the man was not a bad person after all, and was also caring for other creatures, but what bugged him the most is why did he brought him to this place. And so, while he was reading a book about ancient scripts, he asked the man, "I am quite a busy man, and I need to get back to the world I came from, and I had no time for games or child's-play. Just tell me, advertisement-man, what do you intend to do with me and you needed to bring me to this decrepit hovel?"

[dokaragral]

Dokar trudged along the streets of London. It was busy everywhere. But that did not phase him. The Dwarf spent the time thinking over his problems. He had overheard players complain that their Log Out functions were not working. Perhaps there was a portal out of here instead. Then again, the Transport Gates are not working either - so the rumour says. The idea of being stuck here did not trouble Dokar, Robert felt his life was over. This new place granted new beginnings and opportunities. It was important to the Dwarf to find out just how much of the world was owned and unowned. Could he make a better life for himself here? A home would be great. He could even aim for a Dwarvern stronghold! Dokar would just have to see, all would be learnt in good time. Dokar was slowed down by wild fliers that hugged at his short, thick legs. His concentration was broken by it and he snapped out of his thought process.The dwarf grumbled miserably and peeled the hectic fliers off of his lower body. Upon looking at the bothersome papers, he was surprised to find that they were not just old garbage. They had a current date and all of them were clean. He stroked his beard in thought. The mention of a Housekeeper brought the possibility of payments and a way up in this world. The Dwarf read the address and then asked the people of the land for directions. Although, it would be a fair trek before he was to arrive at the St Pancras Clocktower...

[Shaz]

Shaz Half-Alv HP:100% MP:100% Theme: Shaz's Theme #3 ☒ Shaz  ✐ 351 ✉ notes MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

Do You Trust me? He would open his eyes staring at the large open ceiling staring out at the night sky through a hole in the roofing. His hands coming to clasp behind his head. Leaning back into the bed. He would listen to the words flowing out the small boy's mouth. A soft snicker coming from his lips. A man was he now? A soft spoken lad with barely any hair on his chin is a man in this world now? He would shift his body up sitting up in the bed. Undoing the belt on his armor letting his sword holster and satchel drop onto the floor. He would stretch his body a bit. Looking up at the boy.  "There is no way out of this world. Not that we know of yet. The Fairy Gates are turned off. The log out button is missing. There is no escape from here. As for why I grabbed you. I can tell you are a scribe. A tiny little scribe but a scribe non-the less. In all honesty I was bored of living alone in this hell. So I made a choice to take you and train you as my own. You will now be the apprentice of the black script if so you choose to follow my teachings." His right hand moving from his shoulder coming to offer his hand to the small boy. A soft grin coating his lips. "I can offer you freedom and love. I can show you the true meaning of this evergreen hell and lead you forth upon the morning sun. The prodigy with ink and steel. I can train you to become one of the best. I can offer you a black banner to fly. I can bring you into the BBC." He would turn walking over to the window facing out into the Station. His hand resting on the pane staring out into the night sky. He would inhale the cool night breeze the moist air floating over his tongue. He would raise his hands into the air encasing the life and freedom granted upon his soul.

[dokaragral]

((EXIT POST)) Robert had never visited London, so Londenium was very much a new city to him. Despite following the native people's directions, he found himself going in circles. On top of that, all of the aromas and sights of the food stands were reminding him that he had not eaten. Dokar grunted and exclaimed "Bah! I hunger!" the Dwarf rubbed his belly. It occured to him that the day wont last forever, and that he should locate an inn before the sun falls in the sky. In his search, the grey Guardian passed many inns of catchy signs and colours. But it was a dull, bland inn that got his heart singing. The rooms inside were dim. The walls, ceiling and carpets were a mix of tan and dull reds. In some ways, the colour scheme made the place look mildly evil. But the people of the land that worked there were nothing to be worried about. They were ordinary folk and rather boring individuals. Now that he had located an acceptable inn, it was about time he made himself some gold to pay for all this. There was plenty of time in the day left to defeat a few goblins. Dokar set out to find the city gates. He used the help of the natives again to find his way around. It was a very long walk, but was that due to the sheer size of the city? It couldn't be, what about the Half Gaia Project? But then again, London was the biggest city in England. No matter the case, Dokar could not deny he was a Dwarf, his short legs had a massive effect on this. Perhaps to him, with a shorter stride than in real life, he has managed to unwittingly negate the Half Gaia Project for himself. ((EXIT POST))