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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Song BookSorry about that D:
I didn't know she was all ripped up.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Ben nodded to the Elf politely, and then glanced back at the Pixie as he began sputtering with laughter. For some reason, Ben chuckled along with him. It was contagious, and if he had to be honest, he too could appreciate not knowing where he was in the slightest.
He shook Tic's hand. "Hey Tic, I'm Ben. And I have no idea how I got here. Do you know where we are or is this just a different dimension?" he asked, seeming to take it all in stride. Ben had always had a huge imagination and was properly paranoid.
He glanced to the side and saw a lovely woman sitting there waiting. He waved and gave her a friendly smile and nod, and gave another nod to the cowboy fellow speaking to another Elf. Glad more people were showing up.
@Pineappletumble@Song Book@Continuum@Alisdragon911

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Calanon (& Brogach)

Location:The Burnt Building
Interacting with: Gretchin @IcePezz

The fire had died down, thank the forest. Calanon flung one last bit of mud from his shield onto a dying ember, and then let his shoulders slump a bit. Brogach had halted kicking the mud moments before, and shook his horned head again, rain droplets flying everywhere. "We need to get you dry." Calanon said, wiping a bit of mud off his forehead. Or so he thought. When his arm ran across his face, it only served to cake more mud along his skin. His face was brown and muddy expect for his blue eyes once they opened up. He shook his head much like his truest friend did a moment ago, and then lifted his face to the sky and let the rain wash the mud away. The Elf breathed in the rain and moist air, letting it seep along his pores and senses, enjoying nature for what it truly was. Brogach simply watched him, loyal to a fault.

"Come on, friend." Calanon said once he was dry, a smile on his face from the sheer joy of both the natural world and his companion, and he led Brogach into the burnt building. The Elk lowered his head as he entered, carefully letting his horns pass under the arch. The two decided to keep to themselves mostly, heading over to a spot that seemed a tad drier than most. It couldn't fit them both however, so Calanon bade Brogach to take the dry spot while the Elf sat down upon wood that was moist in a few areas, taking it in stride. The Elk lowered itself until its legs were curled up, its head laying upon Calanon's lap as the Elf patted his head. From here, he could reach into his pack that was upon Brogach's side. He slid his hand under and produced some salted beef, chewing gingerly. The food was almost knocked out of his hand however, when Brogach lifted his large head. Calanon blinked, and looked up to see Gretchin standing before him with an extended arm. "Thank you for the help."

The Elf smiled, his entire body, from his thick hair to his tunic, was still wet from the rain. He hoped his hand was dry enough though, and he shook her hand, giving a friendly smile. "It was a group effort, but thank you." he replied to her. "If you'd like to sit, I can set my tunic down and share some of my food." His offer was sincere. He hadn't opened any of his Guaren Juice in too long.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Edit: go ahead and kill your attacker, it'll have consequences though.

@gcold

I read this as "go ahead and kill your character, it'll have consequences though"

Star Wars: A New Beginning

Am I the only one who found Episode 7 to be a huge disappointment after the hype wore off? I mean, it didn't really serve a purpose in the story, unlike the so hated prequels. We didn't really get to know anything about the main character (or the villain), and the idea of Star Wars being Anakin's story was basically scrapped..

@Azazaa

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

*foams at the mouth because he wants to kill Dunmer*

Dragon Age: Seas Of Thedas

Rannon couldn't help but smirk slightly from Feri's wry manner. Gideon stopped his sniffing once she looked and spoke to him directly, and it was his turn to lean back a bit, tilting his head slightly as she spoke. The Mabari looked back to Rannon as if to ask 'is this true?' The soldier nodded to his friend, and the Mabari let out another 'weeeooorgh' as he turned back to the now seating group.

Rannon sat down across from the ladies and took a sip of the offered Ale. Gideon trotted over with him, and plopped down next to his master's feet, big tongue lolling out and brown eyes gazing around curiously. In fact in the small moments of quiet in the Blooming Rose, they could hear the 'heh heh' of the Mabari's heavy breathing. The soldier's sip turned into a few gulps, and he set down his mug audibly, wiping his mouth with his forearm. He'd been listening to the lovely red haired woman's explanation of her abilities, tilting his head much like his Mabari as he watched her. She had a kind quality to her, he could sense. She'd at least not be unpleasant to work with.

Next up was the Queen of dry remarks, and he had to hide a second smirk. She was going for first mate already, he realized. As a soldier he was a bit wary of rogueish individuals in high places, but then again, he was signing up for what could very possibly be a pirate venture and had no room to judge. As a warrior though, he was curious on how good she was with her blade. His iron eyes flickered to the Elf and silent Quanari, as well as what appeared to be another Dwarf, though it seemed odd. He looked more like a short human, unlike Feri who's ancestry he couldn't pinpoint.
Enough of this inspection, you're not a sergeant any longer. He sat up, arms crossed atop the table as he spoke. "I'm Rannon Bryceford. I am-... well I was a soldier back during the Fifth Blight. I survived my fair share of shit encounters, and for the past six months I've been a guard for the city. I can both lead and follow orders, though I admit I've only been on a ship a few times in the past. But I know how to keep my cool in the heat of bad situations and help others react that way accordingly, though if first mate isn't available, I can keep track of the weapons on the ship and keep guard, maybe serve as quartermaster." he explained, then patted the table. Everyone close heard some claws scrabbling along the floor, and then a large Mabari head pop over the side of the table, still panting.

"This is Gideon. Where I go, he goes. He's well behaved, for the most part. But he knows his way around a fight, and he knows his way around people better than you'd think. He's saved my life more than once." he said. "Just letting you know that if you have a problem with him joining this venture, then you'll have a problem with me."

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Its nearly worth creating a skaven just for that...

@Austronaut

Btw, I was on the fence between making a Lizardman or Dwarf back when this first started, and from what Biannca said in the collab I might just make one and argue with myself after our first mission. Also @Jbcool, I think we're ready when you're not busy.

Also, if any of you are interested, I'm making a similar RP to this one (fantasy mercs) that you might want to take a look at if you feel like.

Into The Dark: Sellswords

Hello, and welcome to my RP! In short, this RP is a dark medieval fantasy experience rife with blood, combat, magic, and intrigue. If you're a fan of Dungeons and Dragons, Warhammer Fantasy, Dragon Age, or ASOIAF, I think you'll want to take a look. This is set in a fantasy universe of my own making, apart of a series called 'Into The Dark' that I've been working on since 2010.
In this Roleplay, you'll be able to roleplay as various races and classes. The main goal is to set up your own free company of mercenaries and to gain a reputation, though that is not your only option. You needn't be a sword for hire. Perhaps you're the rogue who works as the company's eyes and ears within the city, or perhaps you even betray your fellow comrades for gold? Perhaps you're a wealthy merchant that seeks to fund this ragtag group, or even oppose it? Or even so, maybe you've merely met the group and play the part of an ambitious lordling/lady seeking the mantle as city ruler?
Please let me know if you're interested!

Síðasta: A Tale of Fantasy

Meldarion

Meldarion Delrin

_{"The ring of my sword can still be heard in this dying world. A small comfort."}

| NICKNAME |

Lone Wolf, Dragonsbane

| AGE |

29

| PHYSICAL APPEARANCE |

His hair is black and worn in an unkempt fashion, pulled into a ponytail at the back of his head. His skin is fair but ruddy. He has a noticeable fit and trim body, with practiced hard muscle, though lean. His face is not unhandsome, in a half commoner sort of way. He has a small scar on his left cheek, as well as 4 scars along his back, 2 criss crossing on his right bicep and one on the back of his left hand. He wears a torn wool vest over a grey-tan shirt. He wears a sarashi over both of his hands and forearms, leaving his fingers unwrapped. His feet are covered with sturdy traveling shoes. He wears halfplate armor, compromising of a breastplate, pauldrons, bracers, and thigh guards made of plate mail.

| PSYCHOLOGICAL ANALYSIS |

Introverted and introspective, Meldarion doesn't shy from conversation, but by no means enjoys it. Silence is his friend, and he prefers peaceful days on the open road than parties in a tavern. He loses mental energy in most social situations. However, camraderie with fellow soldiers he often welcomes, as he does when interacting with those he helps. He has a poetic mind at times, sometimes getting inspiration to paint or write, but most attempts end with him deciding to finish it later.
He tries to be conservative for more than just his benefit. He enjoys blades. The ring of steel and movements that kill. He quite enjoys the twang of the bow as well. Horse back riding is a hobby of his, but most of the time he hasn't the coin for a horse so he walks, which he is fine with. Even if he is generally slow to anger, if you do something he deems beyond his ability to cope with, take heed.
Eladar doesn't look for friends, but despite himself he finds people who enjoy his company and he reciprocates at times. He's gotten a very unamused and colorless view on life most of the time, knowing that this God's War heralds the end of an age in this world. However, it has also rekindled a fire within him, and he will fight for what is left.

| BACKGROUND INFORMATION |

Born the bastard son of a Lord through a mixing with a foreign maid, he grew up among his father's hold with his half brothers. His father treated him with a distant love and his father's wife tried her best to hide her disdain for him. His half brothers however treated him as one of their own. His mother was only allowed to see him seldomly, before she was forced to move away on his 8th year of life. He grew up thrust into Knighthood, starting as a page and working his way up to Squire with a natural ability for combat. He was under the tutelage of Sir Bryan the Bold. His Instincts and tendency to spend his leisure time alone coined him the name "Lone Wolf" among his elders.

Having no claim to any lordship, and feeling like he could never arise higher around his brothers, he rode north and joined the Kingdom of Andred fighting for control of a mountain range against the newly risen Vrettonian nation. He would spend 5 years fighting on horseback, foot, and upon the battlements of castles. He rose to the rank of Sergeant Knight at arms before the war was completed. During one seige, a Dragon attacked both opposing armies along the side of Hellpass, and Meldarion played a pivotal role in slaying the beast, giving the final blow with his sword and causing both armies to give up for the time being, having seen enough of war and mayhem for a lifetime it seemed.

Meldarion was given the title "Dragonsbane" and was going to be given a maiden's hand in marriage, but out of impulse, he escaped during the night and fled even further northwards, realizing then and there that children and settling down was not apart of his blood or spirit. As he traveled upon the road ever northward, the God's War occurred, the sky going from clear blue to stark grey in a cataclysm that was indescribable. Even since then, Meldarion has been slaying bandits and trying his best not to whither away like the world around him, ready to fight as long as he had breath.

| CHARACTER MOTIVATION |

Fighting for a worthy cause, and if not, then fighting and dying instead of fading away like this planet.

| SKILLS |

• Swordsmanship
• Archery
• Horseback riding/fighting
• Military Tactics
• Saddle making
• Cooking (well enough to survive, not entertain)
• Hunting
• Dashing looks
• Charismatic (with soldiers or fighting men only)

| EQUIPMENT |

Half plate armor, with leather and chainmail covering his nonplate areas. He wields a bastard sword, a long dagger, and a recurve hunting bow. He owns a few pounds of beef jerky and a water jug.

| OTHER |

If anything else suits your fancy