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| + | [[image:greencatinn.jpg|frame]] Myrana runs the Ox-Strength Ale Tavern, having inherited it from the late Mister Oxley. It is a situation that would suit her wonderfully if not for the last stipulation in his Final Will and Testament that she also continue to employ those surviving relatives of his who worked at the Ox before his death. This has left her as both manager of the tavern and, because the Oxleys are to a man the worst people imaginable, often the main employee. She can be found waiting tables as often as behind the bar. Attempts at hiring help 'outside the family' have all failed. Horribly. No one wants to put up with the Oxleys longer than they have to. |
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| − | [[File:greencatinn.jpg]] Current owner of the Ox Strength Ale Tavern. Also, due to personel issues, the main employee. When the previous owner, the late Mister Oxley died, he left the Ox to Myrana in his Last Will and Testament. Along his final wishes were that she take control of the business, and keep on those relatives who he had employed at the tavern as employees. Myrana was quite fond of the late Mister Oxley, and so agreed to this. It was, of course, a very silly thing to do. When not being alternately harrassed and mortified by the Oxleys, Myrana spends much of her time experimenting with her own personal recipes and a small brewery. Cooking and brewing provide her with an outlet, and many of her better successes go to friends and the Church of Althea, where she worships when she can get a day off (which isn't terribly often). In addition, her tiny apartment over the Ox is crammed with books and stationary and a very cluttered closet. Rumor has it that the young woman takes particular pleasure in dancing during Alexandria's festivals, but due to the rather suspicious blood-alcohol levels of people around her at the events, this is hard to prove. |
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| + | [[image:poserum.jpg|frame]] In her increasingly rare days off, Myrana experiments with brewing and cooking, and has become rather more famous for this than anything more adventurous. In particular, her 'Thunderhead' Espresso Stout is prized and made in small batches. What savouries she makes in her own cramped private kitchen away from the cesspit that is the Ox usually go to the church of Althea... though a few are conscientiously left on the window-sill of her apartment and decidedly not watched till mysteriously dissapeared. |
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| − | Above all, she is very secretive about her past. A little more than a year ago, Alexandria time, she showed up in the city with a mercenary group. She got a job as a barmaid, worked hard, and showed the romantic proclivities (and awareness) of a block of wood (for all that she's had a few dissapointed admirers). Whenever asked, she changes the subject. The stables house her dapple grey warhorse, Erikkindl, and she is paying for the education of a young boy by the name of Tobias, who is mute. |
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| − | Oh, and she has a familiar. Rum. |
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| + | ==Resources of Note== |
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| − | [[File:poserum]] |
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| − | She really can't be held responsible for him, though. |
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| + | Other than the Ox Strength (which she is in the process of attempting to bring out of the gutter far enough that the food she cooks there isn't immediately used to ram down someone's throat in a murder-brawl) Myra's holdings are few and far between. Like most recently 'settled' mercenaries, the things she cares for are by and large the sorts of things that can be put on or stuffed into a bag at a moment's noticed, or used to crack highwaymen over the head with. |
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| + | She has a small apartment above the Ox itself in the old rooms once belonging to the Late Mister Oxley. It consists of a cramped parlor in which the smell of pipe-tobacco has sunk in down through the wood all full of messy paperwork, a bedroom stuffed with books and clothes, a tiny kitchen and bathroom... Which, though the toilet and the sink technically work, whatever contractor built it back in the dark age of man neglected to hook up any of the piping to bring water through the spout and into the dinged copper tub, necessitating that water be heated on the old wood-burning stove in the kitchen and brought in were anyone foolish enough to try to take a bath there. None of the doors shut properly, and the windows would have to be broken out in order to shut properly again. Fortunately, it is on the second floor, and takes slightly more effort to rob without the use of a ladder. |
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| + | Her warhorse, Erikkindl, is kept at the Bluebird Stables. |
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| + | In addition... there is Rum. |
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| + | Rum is a horrible little creature. Covered in what could only be described as olive-green fur, this pugnacious little cat is hardly bigger than a potato. Yet what it lacks in size, Rum makes up for in being bizzarre; moss often can be seen growing amid it's poofy fur, along with any odd plantlife he's been rolling in recently. In the past he's grown everything from tiny little white mushrooms to moss-roses and mint. When startled, Rum often sheds a puff of pollen and fur before hiding under whatever might be nearby. He smells like a wet log most of the time, and even after Myra's managed to drag his fat little hinder into the bath with her, the green doesn't come out. Oh no. Rum is just horribly mutated, and missing more than a few of his little cat marbles. |
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| + | ''(athletic + stealthy)'' |
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| + | ==Marriage to Lady Sandiel== |
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| + | [[image:Sandy_myrana_marriage.jpg|300px]] |
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| + | [[Category:Player]][[Category:Sorcerer]][[Category:Half-Sil]][[Category:Althean]][[Category:Society of Progressive Arcanists]] |
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Latest revision as of 01:13, 19 December 2016
Myrana runs the Ox-Strength Ale Tavern, having inherited it from the late Mister Oxley. It is a situation that would suit her wonderfully if not for the last stipulation in his Final Will and Testament that she also continue to employ those surviving relatives of his who worked at the Ox before his death. This has left her as both manager of the tavern and, because the Oxleys are to a man the worst people imaginable, often the main employee. She can be found waiting tables as often as behind the bar. Attempts at hiring help 'outside the family' have all failed. Horribly. No one wants to put up with the Oxleys longer than they have to.
In her increasingly rare days off, Myrana experiments with brewing and cooking, and has become rather more famous for this than anything more adventurous. In particular, her 'Thunderhead' Espresso Stout is prized and made in small batches. What savouries she makes in her own cramped private kitchen away from the cesspit that is the Ox usually go to the church of Althea... though a few are conscientiously left on the window-sill of her apartment and decidedly not watched till mysteriously dissapeared.
Resources of Note
Other than the Ox Strength (which she is in the process of attempting to bring out of the gutter far enough that the food she cooks there isn't immediately used to ram down someone's throat in a murder-brawl) Myra's holdings are few and far between. Like most recently 'settled' mercenaries, the things she cares for are by and large the sorts of things that can be put on or stuffed into a bag at a moment's noticed, or used to crack highwaymen over the head with.
She has a small apartment above the Ox itself in the old rooms once belonging to the Late Mister Oxley. It consists of a cramped parlor in which the smell of pipe-tobacco has sunk in down through the wood all full of messy paperwork, a bedroom stuffed with books and clothes, a tiny kitchen and bathroom... Which, though the toilet and the sink technically work, whatever contractor built it back in the dark age of man neglected to hook up any of the piping to bring water through the spout and into the dinged copper tub, necessitating that water be heated on the old wood-burning stove in the kitchen and brought in were anyone foolish enough to try to take a bath there. None of the doors shut properly, and the windows would have to be broken out in order to shut properly again. Fortunately, it is on the second floor, and takes slightly more effort to rob without the use of a ladder.
Her warhorse, Erikkindl, is kept at the Bluebird Stables.
In addition... there is Rum.
Rum is a horrible little creature. Covered in what could only be described as olive-green fur, this pugnacious little cat is hardly bigger than a potato. Yet what it lacks in size, Rum makes up for in being bizzarre; moss often can be seen growing amid it's poofy fur, along with any odd plantlife he's been rolling in recently. In the past he's grown everything from tiny little white mushrooms to moss-roses and mint. When startled, Rum often sheds a puff of pollen and fur before hiding under whatever might be nearby. He smells like a wet log most of the time, and even after Myra's managed to drag his fat little hinder into the bath with her, the green doesn't come out. Oh no. Rum is just horribly mutated, and missing more than a few of his little cat marbles.
(athletic + stealthy)
Marriage to Lady Sandiel
