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

[ZayZe]

@Dark Light

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

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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)}

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"Hey little man." Jag responded kindly with a smile. He stood 5'10" at 210, almost pure lean muscle. He was 321 years old (looks 21), cursed to watch his soulmate die for eternity. Normally he doesn't let depression get to him, especially here, at his favorite tavern. His problems didn't really matter here. 'Distant World. Distant Problems.' He thought, then broke thought as he looked at the kid again.

"So, what're you all about? You seem pretty young for such a place."

[Dark Light]

@ZayZe
The young boy looked around confused. 'what was wrong with this place, why was he a bit young to be here? It seemed safer then anywhere else he had been,' he thought to himself. He finally gives up on the thought and introduces himself.
"The names Arlen, and this here is my friend Rinn." The young boy says chirpily as he places the white three eyed skull on the table.
"He doesn't talk much."
"We're from the wastelands. Don't get food like this much!" He says wide eyed, eagerly examining the meal before him.

[ZayZe]

@Dark Light

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)}

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"Nice to meet you Arlen, you too Rinn." He smiled at Arlen then nods at the skull. He looks back at Arlen, "I'm Jag, I'm 321 years old. Wow, the wastelands. Do you like it there?" He paused for a moment, glancing at Rinn then back at Arlen, "How long have you and Rinn been together for? I'm from a place that's like the opposite of a wasteland. I live in a beautiful green luscious world, filled with all kinds of monsters, people, and places to see."

After he's done talking he notices Arlen's food, which makes him hungry, "Man I'm gonna need to order some food. I'm starving." His mouth starts to slightly salivate.

[Dark Light]

@ZayZe Arlen doesn't stop shovelling food into his mouth for as long as Jag talks. "Sounds amazing!" He says in awe regarding Jags homeland.
"You don't look three hundred." He manages to quickly get the words out before stuffing his mouth full again.
Washing the food down with a big gulp of his drink he twists the skull to look at it face to face. "Ahh we probably seen over twenty full moons together." Then with a shrug he just says. "Uh, the wastelands are the wastelands, it just, home."

[ZayZe]

@Dark Light

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)}

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"I'll be right back." He got up and got a plate of food, sitting back down. He starts to bite into his food. After successfully taking a bite he asks, "What's everyone do around here? What have you been doing?" He paused his barrage of questions for a second, to take a bite of food, then shot off one last question, "How long have you been coming to this place?"

[Dark Light]

@ZayZe
With a mouth full of food Arlen replies.
"Me n' Rinn, we've just been staying alive and exploring."
After pausing to lick his plate clean Arlen continues. "First time I ever seen this place! How about you?"
His young curious eyes examine his surroundings and every other patron. A wide smile of excitement glued to his face.

[ZayZe]

@Dark Light

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)}

---

"Pretty much what I do. I have to kill this witch. She's caused me grief, but she's very eluding. I can't die, but I can't hurt what I can't see. This is my first time being here too, but I have to go." He was anxious to get back to his world, and deal with his problems. He stood up, giving a single nod to both Arlen and Rinn, "If I come back, maybe we can meet up again sometime." Then wandered off towards the door, opening it and leaving.

[Dark Light]

"Bye" Arlen waves to his new friend as he left. He then lets out a dissapointed sigh, his hunger and thirst sated but now overcome with boredom as he looks around the room.

[available for interaction]

[Billsomething]

@Dark Light "Aren't you bit young to be here kid?" Cash said as he took a long drag of his cigarette

[Dark Light]

@Billsomething
Arlen frowns at the stranger as he jumps up onto his chair. "I'm old enough to do what ever I want. I ain't no kid!" He loudly and passionately snaps in reply as he balls his hand into a fist.

[Billsomething]

@Dark Light "It was fucking question you ill tempered brat!!" Cash Snapped back, taking a quick swig of his ale Cash proceeded to continue "What the fuck is wrong with me asking a simple fucking question? huh"

[Dark Light]

@Billsomething
"Hmmph" Arlen sits back down in his chair.
"Nothing I guess, just don't make assumptions." He says grumpily. Refusing to look at the stranger. He taps his hands on the table.

[Billsomething]

@Dark Light "Good" Cash was satisfied that he didn't have to fight the kid so he took a drag of his cancer stick then asked "Whats with the skull?"

[Dark Light]

"His names Rinn." Arlen says as he slides the 3 eyed skull out of Cash's view.
He looks over the stranger, "so what's your story?" He asks only partially interested.

[DELETED08734]

Lilith

"Just because I'm dead doesn't mean that I don't have feelings."

Lilith cautiously entered the tavern, her ghastly gaze observing everyone within. A dark aura surrounded her, followed by black deathly shadows that covered the lower half of her body. It appeared as if she was floating on a dark cloud as she transpired through the first floor of the bar. She took a seat in the far corner, her back to the wall so she could watch her surroundings.

[Dark Light]

Arlen's lips press tightly together and his hand once again balls into a fist as his emerald green eyes stare intently at the shadowy newcomer. He listens to Cash but never averts his watchful cautious stare.
@CandiBarr@Billsomething

[Billsomething]

@Dark Light"The names Dr. Cashino King and please call me Cash" Cash introduce himself to Arlen "Am an author slash journalist and i sorta just live here now, because my world was infested with Zombies and on one of my many supplies run i entered a building which happened to be this place" he told the kid but Cash took notice of the kid looking somewhere else "what fuck are you looking at?"

[SkeletonShadow]

Willow stares at Lilith, feeling odd. It may just be the darkness that surrounded her, but Willow was unsure of this person. She decided to keep to herself, dimming the light around her until it was what one would call "normal". She really just did not want to be noticed, but unsure why. Willow made herself busy with wiping down tables and keeping everything generally nice. @CandiBarr

[Snarfulblast]

@Billsomething"Could you shut up, your noise annoys me." Imorteth gives Cash a deathly stare.

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Lilith

"Just because I'm dead doesn't mean that I don't have feelings."

Her cold stare connected with a young man, and she found herself lost in his green gaze momentarily. Taking notice of the man in flip flops next to him, her evil haunting eyes bounced back and forth from the two men. They were staring, something she was used too but despised. Yes, she was dead. Yes, she was covered in horrendous scars and open wounds that oozed a ghostly black cloud which cycled slowly down to join the larger one that hid the lower part of her body. A part of her wanted to lash out at them for staring. Didn't their mothers teach them about respect. Instead, she stared coldly back at them, hoping to scare them with her lethal appearance. It usually worked. People didn't like to engage themselves with someone who looked like Lilith. @Dark Light@Billsomething