[IC] TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

[Dark Light]

Dorian sits upon his luxurious chair, his piercing gaze watching intently over the on-goings of the main tavern floor below. His clothing the usual dark sophisticated elegance all his suits were. With a vintage red wine swirling around a crystal glass in one hand, his other drummed heavily upon the table at his side.

[coolbro]

Now normally, Da Kaptains preferred way of handling these types of situations would be to shout at da boyz and let them handle the grots work while he took out the leader. But the fact that he was lost in the multiverse away from his krew did not help.

"Deme necron boyz is smart doh". Rotjaw thought to himself. "Deyz haz all sorts ov dem transdameshional dingyz mista gubbinz is always bickerin about. Effin i play meh cards right, iz could make it back to meh krew, dene come back an smash em shiny metal 'eads in"

Rotjaw looked up to the metal men and smiled that same yellow smile. If the necron could smell, it would of turned from disgust.

"Beg yer pardon mate, it was my fault. I be a willing to pay yer tab and dene maybe we could talks about... negoshiashons?"

Rotjaw watched the lord and waited for a reply. One of two out comes was about to occur. Either the lord will buy his bluff and Rotjaw can get one way ticket home or he denies and it will be time to get a krumpin. Rotjaw counted the warriors best he could. He knew the gaurds would be grots work but the lord was ganna be a challenge. He waited eagerly for a reply

[Snarfulblast]

@coolbroThe Necron looks back towards the staff wielder, who just nods although in it's mind he is disgusted with the fact of negotiating with an Ork."Our. Lord. Agrees. To. Negotiate. After. You. Buy. Him. His. Drink. He. Wants. A. Soul. Based. Drink." The neuron removes his scythe from the Ork,"Don't. Try. Anything. Or. We. Immortals. Will. Crush. You."

[coolbro]

@Snarfulblast The Ork nodded in agreement and backed up toward the bar.

"Ere be da rest ov mah tab an howz 'bout a soul-ee drink fur meh metal lad ova dere"

[Snarfulblast]

@coolbro"Aye one soul drink for the Necron Lord." Snarf pulls out a bottle of "Screaming Souls" and pours some into a glass and hands it over to the Ork.

The three Immortals have walked back to stand next to the Necron Lord.

[coolbro]

Da kaptin took the drink from the squa... i mean dwarf and paid for it. He was a little short and had to sock himself one to loosen some more dental currency. "Dis betta be worth it" Rotjaw thought.

It was almost comical the way the ork held the tiny cup between his meaty fingers. He walked to the lord and took himself a seat, carefully placing the beverage in front of the Alien. Now, Necrons are larger then humans, but this ork warlord made the metal man look puny in comparisson.

"Now dat we got our debtz aside, how about deme... nagoshiashonz? I was tinken you gitz grant me passage back to da our oonaverse an in return, ill offer mai services as a body guard until weze get dere. Im assumin if yer mek boyz telyported yer here yer gotz business ta do until ye get back home. Whadya say?"

It should be mentioned Rotjaw was not new to negotiating with aliens. Oomie nobilities searched for his services when they wanted to hide something from their bosses, and the tau always had something to say about a greater good or what not. But these creatures were different. He couldnt read if they liked what he was saying or intimidated by his hulking green build. This was unsettling to the ork.

[Snarfulblast]

@coolbroThe Lord takes the drink and puts it to what goes for his mouth, the glass is then drained completely."I. Am. Lord Imorteth. And. Yes. I. Have. A. Mission. To. Complete. But. What. You. Ask. Is. Possible. But. I. Have. No. Need. For. Your. Services. My. Immortals. Are. Well. Equipped. And. Have. Killed. Far. Greater. Things. Than. You. But. I. Will. Send. One. With. You. When. You. Want. To. Leave. They. Will. Keep. You. From. Getting. Killed. By. The. Others." Imorteth, places an strange box on the table.

[coolbro]

@SnarfulblastRotjaw says "Wot will yer be havin me do fur yer? Will Ol' Rotjaw get ta kill sumtin?"

[Snarfulblast]

@coolbro"I. Will. Only. Repeat. This. Once. I. Have. No. Need. Of. Your. Services. Now. Leave. Me. Be. Unless. You. Want. To. Go. Back. Now. Then. Take. This. Cube. It. Will. Return. You. To. Our. Universe. But. It. Will. Bring. You, Into. Necron. Space." Imorteth points to one of his Immortals."He. Will. Go. With. You. When. You. Leave."

[coolbro]

@SnarfulblastRotjaw looks down at the cube... could this be his way home? After a year of searching could he finally get back to the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium? Leaving from this tavern was obviously not an option to get home, as such a friendley place would be non-existent in such dark universe. So this may be it!

But then he thought of the all the great times he had wondering the multiverse. All the great enemies he fought. He made up his mind.

"You know wot necron boy, Ol Rotjaw tinks he be a ready to go. But not back home. Ol' Rotjaw going out to find anavur ooniverse, an hes ganna stomp it flat all to 'emself. Dene he be a coming back to stomp yer face in"

The old Ork gets up looks toward the door and roars a mighty roar. A sound that made planets tremble in terror and unitied an entire species under one goal of destruction. The whole tavern shook from this mighty bellow and was heard outside of many taverns threw out the multiverse

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!!!"

The thunderous voice trails off as the monster leaves to play universe roulette. Maybe it was a good thing such a creature left, or maybe... just maybe... it was the scariest thing to be done... an ork hell bent on destruction wondering the multiverse may be the worst thing that could happen in all of existence

[ZayZe]

Jag

^{Tavern Main Room}

CS

Basic Info;

Name: Jag Durwin

Age: 321 (Looks 21)

Race/Species: White immortal human

Socioeconomic Level as a child: Commoner

Socioeconomic Level as an adult: Commoner

Hometown: N/A

Current Residence: Ash’s Village (Vilmar)

Occupation: None

Income: None

Talents/Skills: Sword play, archery, rock climbing, parkour, wilderness survival.

Status

^{Health - Great // Mana - Full
State of Mind - Clear // Balance - Normal
Gold - 34 // Energy Level - Average
Hunger - Full // Thirst - Quenched}

Skills/Feats

Skill levels
1-20 = Basic
21-40 = Intermediate
41-60 = Advanced
61-80 = Expert
81-100 = Master

---

Combat: Archery - 71 // Boxing - 55 // Wrestling - 78 // One-Handed Sword - 83
Agriculture/Agronomy - 22 // Analysis - 52 // Animal Handling - 41 // Camping - 75 // Cooking - 57
Knowledge Exotic Scythe - 42

Inventory

^{Knife / Tent / 2 Torches / Paper and Quill / Rope / Some clothes / Rations (7)}

---

Walking in, he covers his ears from a loud orc roar. 'Why do such brutes need to be so loud?' He thought as his hands fell from his ears. Jag walked towards the bar, "Can I have a beer please?" He asked the bartender as he looked around the inn seeing what there was.

@Snarfulblast

[Snarfulblast]

@ZayZe"Aye one beer." Snarf grabs a bottle of beer and hands it to Jag.

[ZayZe]

Jag

^{Tavern Main Room}

CS

Basic Info;

Name: Jag Durwin

Age: 321 (Looks 21)

Race/Species: White immortal human

Socioeconomic Level as a child: Commoner

Socioeconomic Level as an adult: Commoner

Hometown: N/A

Current Residence: Ash’s Village (Vilmar)

Occupation: None

Income: None

Talents/Skills: Sword play, archery, rock climbing, parkour, wilderness survival.

Status

^{Health - Great // Mana - Full
State of Mind - Clear // Balance - Normal
Gold - 34 // Energy Level - Average
Hunger - Full // Thirst - Quenched}

Skills/Feats

Skill levels
1-20 = Basic
21-40 = Intermediate
41-60 = Advanced
61-80 = Expert
81-100 = Master

---

Combat: Archery - 71 // Boxing - 55 // Wrestling - 78 // One-Handed Sword - 83
Agriculture/Agronomy - 22 // Analysis - 52 // Animal Handling - 41 // Camping - 75 // Cooking - 57
Knowledge Exotic Scythe - 42

Inventory

^{Knife / Tent / 2 Torches / Paper and Quill / Rope / Some clothes / Rations (7)}

---

Jag nods, grabbing the beer and taking a sip. He didn't really know anybody here, but it was a good place to stop by, when he had the time to relax. He took a deep relaxing breath, relaxing his shoulders, taking another sip of his beer.

In his world, he's busy running away with a woman, from a nobleman trying to marry her. There's an ally coming to help him, but he doesn't know if he should send his ally to the town to protect the woman's family, or just to meet up and protect her.

What if the nobleman kills the woman's family and little brother? He didn't know if he could live with that. He took another sip of his beer. 'At least this place is a little more relaxing, if people don't yell..' He thought taking a quick look at the orc, then back looking back at his beer glass.

[Dark Light]

[New Character]

The tedious motion of the tavern doors recites a rehearsed creaking as a new patron enters the tavern.
His bare feet and child frame give to only a soft thudding on the wooden floor as he hastily and purposefully makes his way to the counter.

The child, or young man, looks to be around 15, adorned in simple yet tattered tight tan clothing he is covered in an array of dirt, scratches and injuries. Despite his ill savage-like appearance he bounces along the room clearly holding himself with a sense of pride and happiness.

When he reaches the bar he looks upon the barman with a large smile as he eagerly places his seemingly only possession on the table.
Tied around his waistline a piece of rope acted as a belt and a sling holding a 3 eye-socketed skull.

As he places it onto the table a small array of odd coins spill out briefly rolling around before coming to a complete stop.
He runs a hand through his wild matted dark hair seemingly concentrating on the coins before finally giving up and bursting with another smile excitedly announcing.

"As much food an' drink as that can get me please!"

His voice is louder then necessary but not a shout, his words are soft and polite and his stomach loudly grumbles agreeing with his request.
He then proceeds to look around and spots Jag @ZayZe on his lonesome, who looked more inviting then the others, so he pulled up a chair at his table. "Hi!"

[Snarfulblast]

@Dark LightSnarf gets the kid some nice hearty dwarf food, and a couple of the more kid friendly drinks in the tavern. Placing the food and drinks in front of the kid, he smile."Here ya are young sir."

[SkeletonShadow]

Willow wanders in looking happy. She radiated with a bright pink/yellow light, wearing a grey tank top, blue jeans, and she was rocking some silver hair. She also had a small bird skull hanging from a chain around her neck and two smaller skulls from earrings. As usual she was bare foot, but she was also wearing make-up, which is quite unusual for her, at least she had never worn it before around here. Her make-up was simple, yet striking, a black, smoky-eyed effect and dark red lips that were parted in a wide smile.
"Hey everyone! Guess who's back!" She says to no one in general.

[Snarfulblast]

@SkeletonShadow"Oy where in the bloody hell have you been lass?" Snarf looks up from cleaning the bar to see Willow walk in.

"Fleshling I require more of my drink. It was one of your Soul based drinks, I only drink souls." Imorteth calls out to Willow."And now that that Ork is gone I can return to normal Speech protocols."

[SkeletonShadow]

Willow rolls her eyes, "I just needed to travel somewhere to take care of something," she muttered being vague. She looked over to the person who had called over to her.
"Right away sir!" She called back and wandered to behind the bar, searching through the various bottles and drinks until she came across one with souls in it. Having no idea if this was what the patron was even drinking, she carried it over and refilled his glass. @Snarfulblast

((I was at a convention all weekend and it was awesome!!))

[Snarfulblast]

@SkeletonShadow"Thank you fleshing. I am Imorteth a Necron Lord of Awakening. And these are my Resurrection War Cell." He moves his arm indicating the twenty other Necrons behind him.

[SkeletonShadow]

Willow looks to where he motions, "uh...huh.." she says, taking in the many people, probably some of the most people she had ever seen in this one tavern at once. @Snarfulblast