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A heavy sigh escaped Jack as he leaned against the bars table and wore a look of dissatisfaction. He light drummed his fingers on the wooden surface and stared towards the other side of the bar with an irritated glare. The bartender of the establishment, Horace, looked to Jack with a collected look while the patrons looked on with worry and fear at his growing aura of annoyance. Horace was a rather large man with darkened skin and it was safe to say he wasn't always a bartender thanks to the many mounted monster heads that lined his bar. They stayed within a moment of silence before he ceased his drumming and glanced to Horace who only kept his calm demeanor. "What do you mean it's 'gone'?" he asked with gritted teeth. The patrons readied themselves to leave while praying for Horace's safety. Horace on the other hand simply sighed and jabbed his thumb towards a large hole in the wall that led into a room that once did contain the bars alcoholic drinks. Now it only belonged to smashed kegs and splintered wood.

"Well ya see last night a certain moron got into a fight with another group of morons and nearly destroyed my place of business. Sadly one of the casualties was my keg room, or how you like to call it, 'the booze room', and now I'm without proper drinks until next month. Now I'm about to get payment back from the bastard who caused that damned hole in my wall and destroyed my product," he said as he balled a heavy looking fist that seemed to steam with his fury. Jack leaned forward on the table and stared at Horace with a frown.

"Yeah, you see that certain bastard?" he mumbled as his fist was covered in shadows.

"Yeah!" Horace growled as a vein pulsated from his head. Jack smirked as he closed his eyes and readied his fist.

"Good," he whispered before spinning around and glaring at the rest of the bar. "Alright, who destroyed my booze room!?" he shouted with anger and vengeance. As Jack readied himself for revenge Horace leaped over the bar and brought down his fist onto Jack skull and smashing his head into the wooden surface.

"YOU DID, MORON!!" Horace roared as he imprinted Jacks head into the bar table with an enraged look. As the smoke calmed down and the splinters finally stopped flying the room was found in a new found silence as the patrons watched Jacks limp body sit motionless within the bars table. Horace huffed and pulled himself back over the bar and crossed his arms as he glared at Jack. After a few moments Jacks head pops up, scaring and surprising a few people in the process and he looks to Horace with a bloody nose and a few splinters in his face. He stared at Horace with a deadpanned look before finally pointing to himself.

"Me?" he questioned as a trail of blood dripped from his nose.

"Yes!" everyone, including Horace, shouted in the building. Jack thought before a moment before snapping out of his deadpanned look and replacing it with a embarrassed smile before chuckling and rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh yeah, I did didn't I? My bad," he apologized. Horace readied another fist filled with steaming anger, but in the end he sighed and shook his head.

"It'll be no use, you probably drunk away your brain cells. Hitting you wouldn't get the point through," he said with a frown and crossed his arms. Jack chuckled and shook his head.

"Ah come on don't be like that. I get it, I get it, my bad. I'll pay you back for the damages," he said, but Horace scoffed.

"With what money?" he questioned. Jack smirked and jabbed a thumb into his chest while using his free hand to pick away the few splinters in his face.

"Well ya see I'm about to be an S-class guild member and when I do become one I'll pay ya back twice the amount!" he said as he held up to fingers and flashed a confident smile as he picked away the last splinter. Horace rubbed his grey beard as he listened to Jack and rolled his eyes, clearly not believing him. Jack frowned held up his hands. "Ah come on, you know me. I'm always good on my word, I'll pay for the damages and more. I swear," he insisted. Horace stared down at Jack for a few more silent moments before sighing.

"Fine, but you better live up to your word. If not then-" Jack waved a hand to dismiss his threats.

"Yeah, yeah you'll throw me out. I know," he said as he had heard this a thousand times. Some didn't know this, but Jack actually is living in Horace's bar. He lives in the room upstairs while Horace lived in his own place outside of the city. Jack was somewhat there to watch the place when Horace was away, but it was clear he should have picked a better person for the job. Horace shook his head and sighed.

"Well why are you back so early anyways, you usually get drunk at the guild before mucking up my place," he said as he leaned against the bar. Jack chuckled.

"Well I'm actually here to pick up a few things before I head off on business," he stated with a grin. Horace raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes and reaching under the bar to pull out a small bag. He hefted it on the table.

"Right, so your supply of flaming whisky and brass knuckles, right?" Jack winked at Horace and pointed a finger towards him as he grabbed the bag.

"You know me so well," he said as he secured the bag on his waist. Horace rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Whatever, just head out before I bash your head deeper into the table," he mumbled. Jack grinned and saluted him as he walked for the front doors.

"Like you can, later old man!" Horace narrowed his eyes at the old man comment, but just gave a lazy wave before Jack exited the building. As Jack left he began to head back to his teams meet up spot in town square and grinned. He could just feel the future challenges coming his way.

@Sho Minazuki@pkken@Spanner
I have returned from my long journey! I shall read up on the story so far and get something up!

Ahem... Sorry, I'll try and catch up if that's alright with ya'll.
@Lord Sawsaw2

Jack looked to Delsin with a small frown. "Come on Boss, you already know I'm clear for this challenge. It's almost an insult to think I'm not of S-class material," he said with a fake look of sadness. He sighed and crossed his arms. "Besides, higher paying jobs mean more booze money!" he chuckled with a glint of excitement within his eyes. "Now then, might as well find a team that won't slow me down. Later Boss man!" Jack said as he parted ways from Delsin. As he scanned around for any potential partners he quickly spotted Damain speaking with Vega. He gave a sigh as he knew the two weren't a good combination, but shrugged it off and made his way over.

Jack clasped Damain left shoulder. "Hey there light weight," he chuckled and looked to Vega with a grin. "Vega, always sporting that friendly, inviting attitude I see," he joked as he crossed his arms. Vega was an ass, but he was a strong person and Jack respected that. Plus his sort of attitude was something Jack has dealt with in the past with others similar to Vega so it bothers him less then others. "So, you guys ready to crack some skulls? Hopefully we go up against some strong people, it'll make things less boring," he said with smirk.

@Sho Minazuki@pkken
Name: Kaden Yamir

Race/Faction: Christian

Age: 24

Description: Kaden stands at a height of 6'2 and is built to insure the perfect balance between defensive and offensive combat. His tanned skin is slightly scarred from his many years of training and combat. He has a small stubble of brown hair and has short dark brown hair. He has dull grey eyes and over the left eye is a rather large scar from one of his past mistakes. He normally keeps his armor on since that is what he feels most comfortable in.





"Class": Knight.

History: Kaden was born within a family of farmers, or better known as peasants. He lived the first six years of his life struggling to survive the long and harsh winters with only his father since his mother had died when he was two thanks to starvation. His father was a bitter old man who seemed to try and make Kaden's childhood even harder as he would regularly abuse him in physical and mental ways. Beatings, days without food, verbally cursing him of his mothers death and even to go as far as locking him within the barns by himself. Kaden is still amazed that he even survived at all. Thankfully at the age of seven Kaden seemed to find a break as he was making a trip to the main towns markets. As he browsed the markets goods that he could afford he saw that a small contest was being held by a few high ranking men of the crown.

With his interest peeked he got a closer look and saw that a few knights of the crown were holding a small competition to find their next squire. Kaden was hesitant at first, but after one of the knights told the crowd of the life that awaited a squire he saw it as a chance to escape his father. He was quick to offer his hand in the competition, but he was nearly denied that chance as the crowd, and a few knights, laughed at him as if he was just a foolish child with his head in the stars. Thankfully though a few of the knights saw the look of determination within Kaden's eyes and allowed him to enter. It was a series of hard challenges, but in the end Kaden shocked everyone, the knights included, and was accepted as one of the five to become a knights squire. As his now fellow squires said their goodbyes Kaden was quick to leave for the castle, and left without saying a word to his father.

The years as a squire went on for Kaden. They were tough, but he was much happier with this life and began to see a better purpose for his life. He saw the duty and importance that came with being a knight of the kingdom and worked hard to keep up with his fellow men of the crown. At the age of 21 his hard work and determination was finally noticed and he was given the title as a knight. With his new found fire of duty and responsibility Kaden made the oath to protect the kingdom, the king and it's people until is final breath.

Strengths: Brave, strategy, leader, combat and loyal.

Weakness: Stubborn, reckless, blindly loyal, quick to fight.

What is the most important thing to know about your character?

He will stop at nothing when it comes to fulfilling his oath.

What is your character's greatest flaw?

He doesn't know when to quit.


Name: Kaden Yamir

Race/Faction: Christian

Age: 24

Description: Kaden stands at a height of 6'2 and is built to insure the perfect balance between defensive and offensive combat. His tanned skin is slightly scarred from his many years of training and combat. He has a small stubble of brown hair and has short dark brown hair. He has dull grey eyes and over the left eye is a rather large scar from one of his past mistakes. He normally keeps his armor on since that is what he feels most comfortable in.





"Class": Knight.

History: Kaden was born within a family of farmers, or better known as peasants. He lived the first six years of his life struggling to survive the long and harsh winters with only his father since his mother had died when he was two thanks to starvation. His father was a bitter old man who seemed to try and make Kaden's childhood even harder as he would regularly abuse him in physical and mental ways. Beatings, days without food, verbally cursing him of his mothers death and even to go as far as locking him within the barns by himself. Kaden is still amazed that he even survived at all. Thankfully at the age of seven Kaden seemed to find a break as he was making a trip to the main towns markets. As he browsed the markets goods that he could afford he saw that a small contest was being held by a few high ranking men of the crown.

With his interest peeked he got a closer look and saw that a few knights of the crown were holding a small competition to find their next squire. Kaden was hesitant at first, but after one of the knights told the crowd of the life that awaited a squire he saw it as a chance to escape his father. He was quick to offer his hand in the competition, but he was nearly denied that chance as the crowd, and a few knights, laughed at him as if he was just a foolish child with his head in the stars. Thankfully though a few of the knights saw the look of determination within Kaden's eyes and allowed him to enter. It was a series of hard challenges, but in the end Kaden shocked everyone, the knights included, and was accepted as one of the five to become a knights squire. As his now fellow squires said their goodbyes Kaden was quick to leave for the castle, and left without saying a word to his father.

The years as a squire went on for Kaden. They were tough, but he was much happier with this life and began to see a better purpose for his life. He saw the duty and importance that came with being a knight of the kingdom and worked hard to keep up with his fellow men of the crown. At the age of 21 his hard work and determination was finally noticed and he was given the title as a knight. With his new found fire of duty and responsibility Kaden made the oath to protect the kingdom, the king and it's people until is final breath.

Strengths: Brave, strategy, leader, combat and loyal.

Weakness: Stubborn, reckless, blindly loyal, quick to fight.

What is the most important thing to know about your character?

He will stop at nothing when it comes to fulfilling his oath.

What is your character's greatest flaw?

He doesn't know when to quit.


I'm down if you're still accepting.
Already know I'm down. Vikings, raiding, monsters, adventure? Perfect.
Looks fun, I'll go for courage. :)


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