Role-Play "The Haven"

[Alright, that's fine. We'll just have to recruit more people that might be interested in role playing is all. If anything I can setup a chat-room for people that would rather like to have it in a real-time roleplaying type style (which is my personal favorite and what I grew up on).]

(So sorry if it's horrid!) A shimmer like mist erupts in front of the gate keeper. The mist slowly blocking his vision, as it spread. The Keeper in anger clapped his hands together, gusts of wind, making the mist slowly disappear. Standing before him, was another new guest. A hood covering the face of said person. A silk coat covering the body. The Keeper immediately went into a defensive stance, ready to attack if needed. Pulling down the hood, the keeper only stared in shock. "I wish entrance into The Haven."

[It's alright, as long as you're able to create imagery for everyone to understand your post, you're fine] Closing his book he saw the mist appear and then disperse before him. Turning the page as he continues reading what is inscribed in his book as the theatrics finish up. Closing his book and glancing of the figure that stood before him took a defensive state, his book moved to the side of him with a firm grasp on it. "You wish I grant you passage? And what is the reason that you seek entrance to The Haven?" He speaks in a low tone as he looks over the figure once more before standing up straight.

As the hood was removed, the silver locks became visible, flowing down to her waist. She glared at the only person blocking her from entering The Haven. Her body tensed as she glared at the man with her purple eyes. Her face marked with the seal of banishment from her realm. She bit her tongue, to prevent any snide remarks to escape her. "For shelter." She replied, tight lipped. No giving any other information. The Haven was the only place that was neutral. The only place she could catch her breath and figure out her next move. Her next attack. With that thought, she softened her features, a ghost of a smile on her face.

He opens up his book and peeks inside it, flipping back a few pages before pressing his finger on one of the pages and reading a few lines. Closing the book and having it firmly grasped at his side before looking at the female that stood before him. " For shelter? Will your presence here bring harm to the neutrality in some way, shape, or form?"

She smirked in humor, at his question. It's not her, he should be worried about. None the less, she took his question seriously, and pondered it. Technically, she wouldn't cause any harm, the one's hunting her, is something else entirely. She brought her fingers to the small circle at the corner of her eye. Branded by her people. Hunted by her people. It's sickening. The keeper watched her curiously, eyeing the brand he knew all to well. "I will not disrupt the peace, you have my word. I trust you to protect the occupant's, so in turn you are protecting me. I should have no reason to cause violence." Her voice calm and collected. It is up to him, whether he lets those disgusting people of Mortore inside to kill me. There will be no violence if I am not provoked.

He stares at the mark at the corner of her eye and opens the book, jots something down with a quill that appears out of thin air and shutting the book once more. A crest manifesting in his hand as he holds it out to the person before him,"Alright then, as long as no harm befalls this area that I watch over then you may pass through." Nodding slightly at the female as he looks at the gate so that it can grant her passage to The Haven.

She smirked in triumph, when the Keeper gave his approval of her. Gathering her sliver locks in her hand, she tucked it under her hood and pulled it up. Hiding her face once again. She went to take a step before pausing, contemplating on something. She stared at the Keeper who stared back at her. She looked toward the Haven, with an expression the Keeper couldn't read. "You-" She hesitated, conflicted. "You would happen to now if Eratos Thenes has entered, would you?"

He leans against the wall opening his book and flipping through a few pages," No unfortunately I have not granted anyone with that name permission to enter The Haven." He says keeping his gave upon his book as he continues reading from where he had last left off. Finding a place on the wall where he can relax until the next guest arrives to ask for permission into the world. "But that doesn't mean that he might not be in The Haven through other means, if that is the case though then I will have to swiftly take action against such a person who is wrongfully here." He states, looking up at the female once more before looking back down at his book.

She grit her teeth at the casual demeanor, and narrowed her eyes in suspicion. She glared at him one last time before walking toward the door, entering The Haven. (Er...Scene change?...I'm kinda out of ideas)