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Xenonight2

"Ah, good Black Pheonix of the Knights, you have betted upon the wrong horse. Twelve years I have traveled upon this Earth, by sea and by land. When I joined the order, I took the Oath of the Never-ending Pilgrimage. This means that I will never be called to war for my home nation of Tasilhanze, but it means that I can never return home, either. I am out and about the world, finding artifacts from our Great Ancestor Olam's times, and spreading the Olam Creed, and helping innocents along the way. For example, the bringing of justice upon the four highwaymen. Ah, my lamb is here!
"Please excuse me while I eat, I am honestly hungry. I haven't eaten since yesterday, my goodness. Killing people always messes with my appetite. And tis a shame that you are not capable of drinking this fine Tavern, the Blue Pansy's, ale. I have heard that it is quite good indeed. I took a sacred vow never to imbibe in the alcoholic drink, too."

((Honestly, guys, I'm more interested in talking with my character than doing any sort of fighting with other players. I'd appreciate it if ya'll just steered away from that kind of confrontation with my character.))

TimeMasterX

Jered scoffed, "Please, I am not any kind of knight. My battles are not with injustice." He chuckled, "I remember the pilgrimage. It was long, boring, and my feet hurt." He laughed out loud, "Yes, it's a good thing I gave it up."

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conmon

"OY?! Sir Wardouche...Half a pint? Bah...Thats less then my grandmother drinks....and shes dead!!" He says with a few bleches here and there. "And as far as i know...Ponexis are red and...purple..and yellow..and all the colors of the rainbow!!" He exclaimed.

Then he ran back towards his table and grabbed his sword and its sheath. Unsheathing it he belched loudly before yelling very very loudly. "Three cheers for the Lovely lass Anya and the friendly knight!!! Hip, hip Hoorah!!" He says shoving his sword in the air and gets a few hoorahs.

"Hip, hip HOORAH!" He yelled again getting a slightly larger crowd and thrusting his sword in the air. Grumbling he climbed onto the counter and stood before the three."Lets give them a final BIG cheer..." He yelled loudly.

Then in a final big beastly voice he yelled out loudly."HIP, HIP HOOOOOOOORAH!!!!" He said getting a much larger audience this time. Unfortunately for him he thrusted his sword so hard it got stuck in the ceiling. Grumbling he grabbed the hilt then yanked on it really hard slipping from the counter and falling behind it into the Ale kegs. He let out a large belch then blacked out completely wasted about 3 whole pints worth of Ale flowing into his mouth and over his face.

The bartender grumbled loudly before grabbing Rokal and hefting him over the counter then dragged him across the floor. Dragging him up the stairs Rokal's head getting hit badly every time. He finally got to the second floor and threw Rokal into a room.

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TimeMasterX

"Please excuse me." Jered rose, "I've just seen my first client." He began to walk towards Rokai's room, drawing a dagger.
As the bartender returned, Jered cut the keys from his belt. He silently entered Rokai's room. "So, stabbing, castration or slit neck?" He murmured to himeslf, "Choices, choices."

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conmon

yawning he heaved loudly then rubbed his eyes. Completely groggy he looked up a bit then realized he was resting his head at the foot of the bed. "The lovely lass must have brought me back here..." He says before feeling for his sheath. When he ran his hand down he figured out it was there but his sword wasn't in there.

"Must of got stuck there..at that place...Unnnh" He belched loudly then heard footsteps approaching his door. Shoving the covers off he ran into his wardrobe and hid in it. "Lovely lass must be coming back to check on me!"
He belched drunkenly then covered himself with clothes and left the wardrobe door open just a crack.

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TimeMasterX

As Jered entered the room he sighed. "They never make it easy, do they?" He muttered as he stalked around the room.

He silently sheathed his dagger, "Lad!" He called, "I know you're here, I need to talk to you. It's about your money problems."
Jered moved to the bed and sat on it.

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conmon

(( Not gonna be able to post anymore for now, Gotta Rpers block for now..Ill try and think about what to post though..))

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shadowsworn

Alyssa looked curiously at the knight. She had waved away the barkeeper when he tried to offer her a half pint of beer, and was sipping another glass of wine.

Where had he said he was from? Somewhere far away, by the look of him. One did not meet many like him in this land, in the shadow of the Bartok Mountains.

Although, she thought, with a wry smile, taking another sip, she suspected that one did not meet many much like him in his homeland either.

"Sir... Warouche did you say? I'm sorry I'm not very good with names..." Alyssa said, "ah, you say you've travelled far. Have you by any chance been to the city of Villefort?"

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nathan's_revenge

Daraan sat up suddenly in his temporary bed in the the tavern, awakened by the sounds of what had the makings to escalate into a full on brawl downstairs. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes wondering what it is that drives drunkards to pollute this hour of the night with their incessant loud behavior.

As he stepped out of his bed, a yawn overwhelmed his senses and he ran his large hands through his short black hair trying to keep himself awake. He stepped into his boots, and strapped his large claymore over the back. Thumping out of his door, and drudging down the stairs was just what he was used to.

As a child he had often been referred to as giant, simply because he had such a large stature. Now that he had grown up he sometimes met others almost as large as him, but rarely someone to rival his size. He stands almost 200 cm tall (6'7 - 6') and has broad shoulders, the only weapons he didn't look silly using were those of giant proportion.

What met his eyes was a site that he was quite unaccustomed to in his days of living by tavern - a women. A man who appeared to be completely smashed was sitting next to her, with a small dangerous looking man next to him. The noise had come from two large and thoroughly angered looking men, who seemed to be in a dispute about one thing or another.

"On second though... I doubt this will turn into a full scale brawl - but since I'm down here i might as well grab a drink." He muttered out, more to himself than anybody else. "It'll help me fall back to sleep " He justified to his conscious. He intentionally took a seat a few away form the women, who he now noticed had black hair and striking features.

After ordering a double brandy and downing it, he turned to the women as if to address her, but decided to just listen to what was going on around him.

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Xenonight2

"No, I'm afraid not, milady. Although I have been to a charming little city of the name Vileport. I haven't thef faintest clue why it would be called that, since their church of Olam was very nice indeed, and it wasn't even close to the see. The church was called... Hmmm... Saint Hope Cathedral? Does that ring a bell? You're a traveler yourself, so you may have heard of it..."

I was still leaning against the counter, talking to the comely lass. I hoped she liked mustaches.