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Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

Sorry it's so long :/

Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

Buzdrem entered the tavern through the old wooden door and worried he'd pull it off. The tavern was quite loud as usual, the regulars all drinking, talking and laughing. The smell of stale beer is the first scent that caught his nose, most taverns have it though.
"Hal, that door needs replacing, my friend," he said to the barkeep as he gestured his finger for one beer and sat at a stool at the bar. He downed half of the beer and sighed satisfactorily as he signalled he wanted another beer. He finished the beer in his hand as Hal returned with his second. They swapped tankards and a polite nod between the two of them occurred. Somewhat quenched of his thirst, Buzdrem scanned the room whilst sipping his fresh beer. He saw a few of the regulars and nodded a them as a gesture of greeting but a slight gleam caught his eye in the darker corner of the tavern, a man in full body armour no less. Buzdrem kept it in his mind to speak to him later, for at the moment he seemed quite drunk. The door creaked open and as it slammed shut, everyone turned around to see the new entrant. Everyone that is except Buzdrem. He learnt long ago that seeing everyone else first reaction to a newcomer could be easily missed but the newcomer would usually stay long than the reactions of those that saw them. He glanced quickly all around the room and from the looks of most of the men, and some of the women, a beautiful young women had entered the establishment. He cocked his head over his shoulder and his instincts were correct. A pretty little thing, but she reminded him of someone dear to him. A shame really. He took another sip of his beer and waited to see her would fall prey to her. As she walked through the tavern she noticed the man in armour and approached him,
"Poor tin man," he grumbled, smiling to himself at his little joke. He finished his second drink and called for Hal,
"Hal, when you're not busy I'll have another one and I'll pay my tab tonight, I've got plenty of silver and I'm sure I owe you enough!" He waited patiently for Hal, but in the corner of his eye, he was waiting for the reaction of the young girl who had just approached the 'tin man' as Buzdrem referred to him as.

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@Roughdragon1 Is Seele your mind companion or a patron at the tavern your with?? :)

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Just to confirm this was a (poor) joke :)

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@Flightless_SoulDid you read the above?? ^^^ :o

The Grand Magisterium (Accepting new players)

Sasa

Sasa

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance

Bio: Daughter of the Chief's sister, Sasa is considered royalty in her homeland of Qarasak, a distant land to the south west. Rarely do her people, the Izqerax, have dealings with the Magisters and there have been fewer people they have taken. There is an uneasy peace between the Izqerax and the Magisters, only so that the Magisters may pass through their land should they wish. They are welcome to stay for short periods of time but they are expected to respect and partake in the traditions of the Izqerax not matter how long they stay.
Sasa herself is a restless spirit and can't sit still for long as she is very energetic. She has a tendency to get distracted easily and her mind often wanders during her lessons. She is a bright and fast learner, if she doesn't get bored. As do most of the children in her tribe, she has had training with a bow and is excellent at crafting from very basic materials.

Sigil

Sigil: Sasa's sigil represents wind, the element she has basic control over. It is located along her right forearm and is relatively large. She gained her sigil on her 16th birthday.

Abilities: Sasa has the ability to move objects using wind. At present she can manipulate wind with some difficulty and has once generated wind from her hands, although she passed out immediately after doing so.

Eight weeks and counting..

I've never done this kind of genre but I'd be willing to give it a go :) Any scenario's you'd still like to do? :)

Come along Eldarion, my british friend :^)

Hanjaro stepped off the deck of the ship and on to the dock with his spear and his belongings in a sack over his shoulder. He turned back to the captain of the vessel, put his hands together just under his chin and lowered his head in thanks for passage on the ship. Hanjaro then spun on his heels and proceeded to walk along the dock. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold coin and flicked it over his head towards the ship. It landed right on the captain's hat, an impressive throw indeed! The captain took off his hat and shouted his approval to the strange passenger, only for him to have disappeared into the crowded market place next to the dock.
The market place stank of fish, this market place was clearly used to sell goods from the sea he had just traversed. He didn't mind the smell nor the taste of fish but it was inescapable. He continued to wander through market place for a few minutes and as he got further away from the dock the smell of fish lessened. He was looking for a tavern or place to stay to use as his base of operation for his investigation. He made his way further into the marketplace but couldn't find anywhere. He came across a stone building with a ladder leaning on one of the walls and decided he may get a better view from higher ground. He struggled up the ladder with his spear and his bag and came across red tiled roof. Only, he wasn't alone. He gently put his back on the roof and grasped his spear in both hands, waiting for the figure before him to notice him.

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Just to clarify on my post Buz isn't in the tavern yet, he's still in the market place :) But in my next post, unless something quite drastic happens, he'll be entering the tavern :)

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Buzdrem walked carefully through the marketplace, his eyes peering left and right at the plethora of folk around him. Without his thick armour on he felt more vulnerable than normal. But no one around here would mess with a dwarf, least of all one carrying four throwing axes on his back. Despite not having his tank armour on, he still wore leather armour, a hard lesson he learnt back home.
"The only time you don't wear armour is to bed and to bathe" his father would tell him. He made his way slowly and carefully through the crowd as many of the people of the market place were taller than him. He walked past a few stalls eyeing up the goods but deciding against parting with any coin. His destination was The Dock Inn, an aptly named public house on the dock. He could see the sign for The Dock Inn through the bodies of the crowd and quickened his pace. Buzdrem knew that there was work to be had if one was looking for it. If not, the served perfectly reasonable ale at a decent price there. He knew the owner as well, Hal was an old friend from a job he did a few years back. They were handsomely paid and Hal bought The Dock Inn with his share.