[h1]Lucas Ryder[/h1]
A young boy emerged into a busy street of Magnolia, looking at the people stroll past him. He got a few looks thrown at him, who can blame them, a mysterious person wearing a blue cape with a blue hood does attract wandering eyes. [color=00aeef]"This is the town you have decided to be you're grave then... as you wish"[/color] The man continued walking until he came across a bar, he looked around before entering. 

From the outside it looks cheerful, well maintained and intimate. Softwooden planks and huge, stone pillars make up most of the building's outer structure.
It's impossible to see through the large, curtained windows, but the noise from within can be felt outside.

As you enter the tavern through the thick, metal door, you're welcomed by excitement and cheerful singing.
The bartender is buried in orders, but still manages to welcome you with a wave.

It's as alluring inside as it is on the outside. Squared, wooden beams support the upper floor and the fans attached to them. 

The tavern itself is packed. Tourists seem to be the primary clientele here, which often means great company. Several long tables are occupied by, what seems to be entire families, all enjoying the food, drinks and company of each other. The other, smaller tables are also occupied by people who are clearly having a good time. Even most of the stools at the bar are occupied, though nobody seems to mind more company.

The man walked over to the bartender and took off his hood, revealing his whiteish blue hair and hazel eyes. The bartender walked over,[color=00a651]"What do you want kid?"[/color] His voice was calm and welcoming. [color=00aeef]"A man, named Andrew."[/color] The man replied, the bartenders eyes flickered and he instantly became nervous, [color=00a651]"Uhh um sorry kid, i don- dont know many Andrews that uhhh, that well."[/color] He replied giving off a slight nervous chuckle. The man gave a slight smile and a mischievous chuckle, [color=00aeef]"As you wish..."[/color] The man put both his hands on the bar and a white flash started to brew. People stepped away in concern, some even left. Within seconds the bar exploded into tiny squares, then disappearing. Nothing stood between the bartender and the man. Screams and footsteps were all that could be heard. Grabbing the bartender by the collar he leaned in, [color=00aeef]"Andrew, my father, comes to this bar very often. He took everything from me and he will die for what he's done. Tell him, Lucas Ryder, is here to finish what happened 6 years ago."[/color] Releasing his grip, he could feel his magic coursing through his body, [i]Crap, im losing control...[/i] Lucas stepped back from the bartender, allowing him to fall to the ground. As Lucas turned towards the door he knocked a table, almost instantly exploding it upon touch, he was losing control of his power. He touched several beams that supported the floor above, no doubt trying to bring it down. Once on the street, so many people were crowded around, gasping and scared. Explosions of blocks flew past him as the building started to collapse behind him. The wood snapping and the building fell, causing an uproar of smoke. [i]This no doubt, will alert some form of guild... crap...[/i]