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Guthix SS4

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Fang grabs the whiskey and shoots it down when it was given to him. He then heard they don't sell steaks, and was about to hear what else they had then the shriek. He looked around then said,

"What is there a spider on me? Get it off..."

Acting oblivious, he knowing full well what spooked the serving girl he then said in a calm voice,

"Thanks for the drinks."

. Putting a few more coins down as a tip then sips at the bottle of rum.

If it wasn't for the shriek he would have notice the person behind him who grabbed his tail. He didn't notice them until someone touched his tail. Fang glance back and say the women who did so, he then said,

"Hey be careful with that. Yeah I know it can be hard not to pull on an animals tail but be careful not all creatures are relaxed about their tails. Some take it personally, if they get yanked. So what do you want?"

and nothing was spoiled

23-May-2016 10:11:26

D F Angel

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Try as he might, Kyve Estobar could not fully ignore the child that had been pursuing him. Kyve was many things, but a willing father was not one of them. That was assuming he was a father at all, which the ex-pirate truly did not believe. This girl had next to no similarities with him, as far as he could see, and he hadn't a clue who this mystery mother was, either. Kyve had a sneaking feeling that a single mother who was way in over her head simply decided to send her kid to follow the first black man she saw, and call it a day.

He noticed the reaction of the other patrons as someone entered the establishment, and gave the canine a once-over. Kyve himself had gotten such a reaction before, in places less accepting of differences, and so when he looked at the wolfman he did not find the same fear that the others had, merely indifference. There were many strange things in this world, and Kyve wasn't willing to spend his precious time investigating them.

There was an armoured man in a daft-looking hat calling for a Gabriel, which Kyve recognised as the name of the man he was also looking for. Luckily, Kyve could follow this man in his pursuit for their employer, and look like less of a buffoon in the process, by not calling out over and over in that peculiar accent of his. Watching carefully, seeing the man Gabriel as indicated by one of the bar staff- a sleeping drunkard, with a bow slung over his shoulder and a commoner's axe at his side. He was somewhat better armed than Kyve expected, but that was all for the better. Still, he did not seem quite as wealthy as Kyve would have hoped...

"Look, daddy, look! They’re so fluffy!*

Kyve's head whipped around, brown eyes shooting towards the beast that had entered moments before. Thankfully, the girl was not yanking on the dog's tail and meeting an early grave- though surprisingly some other girl, this one a pinkish-white haired adult, was doing a bit of tail pulling instead. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

23-May-2016 20:47:31

D F Angel

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Turning around, looking low, he soon found his supposed daughter, and the being that she had decided to apprehend in her childish wisdom.

Kyve Estobar smiled.

It seemed beastmen populated this part of the world, for here was a woman who was not a woman, just like the dogman was not a man nor a hound. Her hair was bluish black, which was a colour not seen in the animal kingdom as far as Kyve knew. He suspected she was some sort of feline, or perhaps a vulpine like the coyotes and jackals of his homeland. She was magnificent- not just a beauty, but a beauty of such a unique species, of such interesting features, and strapped across her chest were many vials and potions, which made her either an alchemist or a collector of rare substances. Either way, this was a woman who brought up more questions the more one looked at her, and Kyve had found himself staring.

Waltzing on over, he adopted an apologetic grin, seizing the little girl by the shoulder and moving her backwards from the violated patron. "I apologise, the child can never resist the allure of such beauty." His eyes met the kistune's own, and his smile broadened. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

23-May-2016 20:47:36

Azi Demonica

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The Mercenary's Pub

Turns out Gabriel was asleep at his table, as the bartender pointed out. Algirdas nodded to the bartender, paid for the two shots he took, took his longaxe, and then made his way to Gabriel, not caring about the two caniform characters, the black man, the dark green-eyed girl, or the pink princess. Once he reached Gabriel's table, Algirdas slammed his fist into the tabletop beside Gabriel's head, hoping to wake him, while taking a seat.

*Don't sleep! Goblins will steal you!” The pagan bellowed, probably using a kind of humour no-one would appreciate.

Meanwhile, the pink-haired lady had tugged on the werewolf's tail and got his attention, whilst the black man calmed down the girl, trying to get her to stop tugging on the fox's tails, and seemed to be a friendly fellow. Perhaps Gabriel would awaken soon.

24-May-2016 07:04:06

Chasers115

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Glenn Hunter

The smell of salty sea air lingered on the deck of the ship, as a bunch of people made their ways off of it. It had certainly been an interesting ride, with some similarly interesting people, but there was nobody in the boat that Glenn had any interest in sharing any more time with, despite his promises of buying the next round when they made it to shore.

And so, with everything he needed, Glenn walked briskly down the boardwalk, and stepped onto the docks of Daralt. Ahead of him there was a fresh new start, a reprise from the constant hounding of the authorities, and a chance to grow into one of the most well recognized names on the continent.

There were some prides to making an honest day’s work; or at least, that*s what Glenn had too assume. He’d never worked an honest day in his life, what with all the underhanded stealing, and flat out lying that his last two careers had entailed.

While the life of a conman or a thief was one full of easy pickings, it had its downsides. The fact that Glenn had to flee via ship to the mercenary town he was currently in was evidence enough of that.

So, Glenn made his way carefully through the docks, past the customs and the cannons, trying not to attract any unwanted attention. He couldn’t imagine that word of his exploits had reached this place, nor did he imagine the guards would be willing to put in the time to track down a two-bit thief. But, the extra caution never hurt.

25-May-2016 02:46:37 - Last edited on 25-May-2016 02:47:08 by Chasers115

Chasers115

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Following a tip from one of his ship buddies, Glenn finally found himself standing in front of a Job Board. His first big step in making an honest living, and there were slim pickings. He certainly did*’* want to go toe to toe with a vampire. Guards gave him enough trouble, and he did*’* want to become a meal. Plus, he did*’t know how expensive garlic was in this port.
Finally, his eyes set upon two different jobs. One for hunting down a bounty, another for finding a lost amulet. Bounty Hunter would certainly be the more prestigious title, but he did*’t have any leads. So, for now, until he felt like asking around, he’d be heading to the Dancing Dragon. Hell, if he were lucky, the bounty had taken the amulet, and he could knock out both jobs!

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After almost getting lost a couple times, and very uncomfortably asking a guard for directions, Glenn found his way to the Dancing Dragon. Walking in Glenn made his way to the nearest seat to the bar, and sat down.

“Your cheapest drink, please. And some information on a man named Petrus, if you have it.”

Glenn said, turning in his chair and looking over the people in the building.

25-May-2016 02:46:48 - Last edited on 25-May-2016 02:49:29 by Chasers115

NotFishing

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The Sleeping Goblin Inn

The smell of Fare*root Elixir had come from the night before, when some rowdy customers came in from the rain and started using the substance. The guards had come down on the place, and half a dozen people had been arrested - a black mark on the tavern's history, which was unfortunate. Even though it was one of the seedier taverns in the city, it was usually very good about not dealing in any illicit substances.

Today, many regular customers had decided to steer clear of the place. Perhaps it was the smell, or perhaps they for some reason law enforcement would still be working?

"Davis is over there." Said the barmaid, a heavyset blonde woman who was cleaning a glass. She pointed to the corner of the establishment, where a man in a cotton shirt, black leather vest, and leather pants sat - Davis. Sitting at the table were two men clad in hardened leather armor, one with a steel mace and wooden shield, the other with a longsword.

Davis himself was looking down. Either he hadn't noticed the paladin call his name, or he was pretending he hadn't.

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The Mercenary's Pub

Lightning quick, Gabriel shot from his stool, and within a second he had a hunting knife - one that he had apparently been holding in his sleep - at Algirdeas's throat. He had the look of a crazed man who was both tired and fully alert at the same time. A few heads turned at the display. A tense second passed.

Then he lowered the knife and sat back down. Quietly, he said: "Is there an actual reason for you being here, or did you just come to disturb a grieving father?"

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The Dancing Dragon

The Dancing Dragon was not usually busy at this hour.There were some merchants sitting at a table off to the side, their drinks untouched, trying to negotiate some sort of deal. In the corner sat four guardsmen, although they had no drinks and were engaged in idle conversation.

(continued) Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

27-May-2016 02:22:02

NotFishing

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There was only one man at the bar - a blond man in his late twenties, with fine blue clothes, most likely of noble birth.

The bartender was a thin, slightly pale man about six feet in height, a pencil moustache, and well-groomed black hair. He wore a look of disapproval on his face as he sized Glenn up, but then proceeded to pour him a drink anyways.

The blond man walked over and took a seat next to Glenn. "I'm Petrus." He said in a highborn Sorusian accident - someone who grew up back in the Empire. He offered his hand. "I take it you're here for the job?" Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

27-May-2016 02:34:30 - Last edited on 27-May-2016 02:35:19 by NotFishing

Azi Demonica

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The Mercenary's Pub

Algirdas gave the man quite a rude awakening, who sprang up with a knife to the pagan's throat, fierce and powerful. Algirdas did not make much of a reaction, suggesting he had gone through much bloodshed while witnessing many tragedies, which had made him stouthearted but also stone-hearted, unaffected by fear and despair, brave but cold. Looking Gabriel in the eye, Algirdas did respect the father's courage and boldness. Then, he was asked his business.

“Both. I read you need vengeance against goblins. I not here for pay, only to find greenskins and kill them with you. Take grief, make into revenge while it is hot. We should go find them as fastly as we can, so that greenskins have less time to prepare.” Algirdas explained; being fully-equipped with arms and armour, he would make a useful ally especially if he volunteered to fight without payment.

Algirdas did not know if the other characters saw what happened, but he was a brazen fellow, and did not really care about feelings or opinions.

27-May-2016 04:01:54 - Last edited on 27-May-2016 04:02:04 by Azi Demonica

Venom1383

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Name: Nestor Galassi
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Physical Appearance:
Nestor looks quite young for his age, not exactly a good thing when you're 19. Standing at 5'10, he has messy, dark brown hair and light brown eyes. He has a youthful, energetic appearance, and with a clean-shaven (or maybe he hasn't started to grow facial hair yet?) face easy to trust, he rarely ever scowls.

His skin has a slight tan, and his body is slim but decently fit, boasting fair muscles on his arms and back from intense archery training.

Clothing/Armor:
Nestor wears a short-sleeve brown shirt and black riding breeches with thickened knee patches, along with dark brown riding boots nearly reaching up to his his knees. Over his shirt he wears a thick brigandine of boiled leather.

Around his neck he wears a triangle desert scarf, colored in a black and brown checkerboard pattern, often pulled up over his mouth. He wears leather archery sleeves on both arms.

Weapon(s):
Nestor's primary weapon is a recurve composite bow optimized for mounted archery, with a hard maple core and a gemsbok horn belly. Nestor uses birch and cedar arrows, carrying fifteen on a back quiver, ten in a hip quiver, and forty or more in a saddle bag.

He also carries a Sorusian arming sword, two and a half feet long, in a dark red scabbard at his side, along with a few utility knives.

Magic: None boi

Short History:
Nestor was born as the son of a carpenter in a small town in the New Sorus colony. His family rarely ever struggled, and he received a modest education from the local priest. One day, at the age of 15, he saw a group of Sand Elf adventurers pass through town to fight a tribe of goblins, arousing his desire for adventure. Ramsay Bolton is the king we deserve.

28-May-2016 03:53:46

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