Wraithblade6

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Snarfulblast

Mithias blinks in surprise as Snarf pulls out multiple bottles. He takes his chin off his hand and shifts his eyes from one to the next. Could it really be? "You can't be serious. These are..." He takes one, and he already knows it's real. "...real." Ever honorable, he leans to Snarf, "Where did you get these, and what do you take for payment?"

@Dark Light

Of course the vampire did not miss the approach of a buff shifter in his vicinity. Mithias knew Lycans, and knew that they were intense and wild. Knowing one was near always unnerved him, for he knew any sign of weakness would be interpreted as an insult, and any sign of strength would incur a competition. The scent gave the beastman away.

"What brings me here? Myself of course. Apparently I can jump worlds. What about yourself?" He answers, holding one of the bottles.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Snarfulblast

Mithias is pessimistic and skeptical, but he's had about enough shit today to not quite care what kind of a reaction he gets. "Ah yes. Bartender. I have a thirst for one thing, and I doubt it's on your drinks list. Fresh blood." He completely expects Snarf to take it as a joke.

@Dark Light
Clay sees a tall, white skinned, yellow eyed, fanged undead with long black hair at the bar, talking to Snarf. He isn't smiling.

Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

Reboot?

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

A portal flashes open in the middle of the bar, and a rather annoyed looking vampire pops through. He looks around. "Well then. At least I am not getting mauled by bloody unicorns." The place looked oddly familiar. Mithias took a seat at the bar.

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

That would be @supertinyking.

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@Snarfulblast
Waiting on a post from Albert.

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

"Everyone and no one Gorda. This world is fucked. Even if I had the power to slay all the murderers and avaricious bastards on this planet, there would always be more, from both species, and I'd have to end up killing everyone." Mithias suffered from one of the curses of immortality, a loss of sense of purpose. He was disconnecting with his sense of attachment and eventually self identity. "Maybe I don't really care what happens." He looked down. "Everyone I have ever known or loved as died or abandoned me. There is no point in my being anywhere. Maybe that's why this 'gift' has happened to me." He looked back to the castle for a brief moment. "Not even other immortals really mean anything to each other."

He began opening another portal. "I don't even care. I either move now, or I die. Goodbye, Gorda."

Falling World Roleplays - Advanced (possibly Casual) stories of the realistic fantastical

(double posted for some reason)

Falling World Roleplays - Advanced (possibly Casual) stories of the realistic fantastical

I'm a sucker for these kind of rp's, pun intended.

Knighthood- Closed

I for one, would like to get out of jail and go back to being a pessimistic, semi-suicidal badass with zombie minions.