Bitrelyn is sitting at her table, eating scrambled eggs, hash brown (The good shredded ones too), bacon, and some breakfast pastries. Her book sits, closed, on the table next to her.
Kat'Chka is still at the table along the wall, Silversilk, his mechanical spider, sitting underneath it.
A clone trooper in blue and green armor walks up them.
Without even turning to face them, Kat'Chka speaks, albeit in a rather thick accent. "Greetings. What may I help you with?" His second pair of arms are still fidgeting with various scraps, building and disassembling small machines with lightning speed.
The clone places something down on the table. A hologram of Obi-Wan Kenobi shows up above the disk. "Have you see this man?" the clone asks.
Kat'Chka seems intrigued by the hologram, but shakes his head. "No. I can't say I have. Why?"
"He is wanted by the Galactic Empire."
"I don't know of any 'Galactic Empire,' let alone this man."
"Good to know." he grabs the hologram and puts it away. "Let me know if you see him." The clone then notices the spider and backs up quickly drawing his blaster pistol. "CLANKER!"
Kat'Chka quickly pulls out his maul, as his lower hands pull out his two pistols. "That is Silversilk, my companion, I built her." He says, his antennae waving in the air. At the mention of her name, Silversilk crawls out from under the table, her front two legs waving in the air.
The clone draws another pistol. "Sure looks a lot like a spider droid!"
Silver silk hisses, sparks flying from her mouth. Kat'Chka glares at him, unblinking ('Cuz compound eyes, y'know.). I. Built. Her. He says evenly, and telepathically. She is no threat, so long as you don't attack either of us.
The clone relaxes slightly, holstering his guns. "Remember what I said civilian." as he starts to walk away.
A man walks into the tavern, standing at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness. He has two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident.
[[ someone please maintain an rp with Ashton ]]
A half-elf waves at him from a table
He looks over, then looks away and sits at an empty table, not seeming to be able to relax, constantly weary
The half-elf joins him. "Names Theren. Who might you be?"
“Ashton.” He orders a coffee
"Pleasure to meet you. Where are you from?"
“My cabin” he sips his coffee “chalky… there was poison in this cup, what a futile attempt” he keeps drinking it
Theren slides a packet of sugar over to Ashton. "Should make it taste better."
A man walks into the tavern, standing at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness. He has two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident.
[[ someone please maintain an rp with Ashton ]]
A half-elf waves at him from a table
He looks over, then looks away and sits at an empty table, not seeming to be able to relax, constantly weary
The half-elf joins him. "Names Theren. Who might you be?"
“Ashton.” He orders a coffee
"Pleasure to meet you. Where are you from?"
“My cabin” he sips his coffee “chalky… there was poison in this cup, what a futile attempt” he keeps drinking it
Theren slides a packet of sugar over to Ashton. "Should make it taste better."
“…thanks” he continues drinking the coffee
"Your welcome."
He’s staying silent for the most part
"I take it you don't have a lot of experience with human and non-human interaction?"
A man walks into the tavern, standing at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness. He has two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident.
[[ someone please maintain an rp with Ashton ]]
A half-elf waves at him from a table
He looks over, then looks away and sits at an empty table, not seeming to be able to relax, constantly weary
The half-elf joins him. "Names Theren. Who might you be?"
“Ashton.” He orders a coffee
"Pleasure to meet you. Where are you from?"
“My cabin” he sips his coffee “chalky… there was poison in this cup, what a futile attempt” he keeps drinking it
Theren slides a packet of sugar over to Ashton. "Should make it taste better."
“…thanks” he continues drinking the coffee
"Your welcome."
He’s staying silent for the most part
"I take it you don't have a lot of experience with human and non-human interaction?"
Bitrelyn is sitting at her table, eating scrambled eggs, hash brown (The good shredded ones too), bacon, and some breakfast pastries. Her book sits, closed, on the table next to her.
Kat'Chka is still at the table along the wall, Silversilk, his mechanical spider, sitting underneath it.
A clone trooper in blue and green armor walks up them.
Without even turning to face them, Kat'Chka speaks, albeit in a rather thick accent. "Greetings. What may I help you with?" His second pair of arms are still fidgeting with various scraps, building and disassembling small machines with lightning speed.
The clone places something down on the table. A hologram of Obi-Wan Kenobi shows up above the disk. "Have you see this man?" the clone asks.
Kat'Chka seems intrigued by the hologram, but shakes his head. "No. I can't say I have. Why?"
"He is wanted by the Galactic Empire."
"I don't know of any 'Galactic Empire,' let alone this man."
"Good to know." he grabs the hologram and puts it away. "Let me know if you see him." The clone then notices the spider and backs up quickly drawing his blaster pistol. "CLANKER!"
Kat'Chka quickly pulls out his maul, as his lower hands pull out his two pistols. "That is Silversilk, my companion, I built her." He says, his antennae waving in the air. At the mention of her name, Silversilk crawls out from under the table, her front two legs waving in the air.
The clone draws another pistol. "Sure looks a lot like a spider droid!"
Silver silk hisses, sparks flying from her mouth. Kat'Chka glares at him, unblinking ('Cuz compound eyes, y'know.). I. Built. Her. He says evenly, and telepathically. She is no threat, so long as you don't attack either of us.
The clone relaxes slightly, holstering his guns. "Remember what I said civilian." as he starts to walk away.
Kat'Chka and Silversilk watch as the clone walks away, slowly relaxing. Silversilk crawls back under the table, and Kat'Chka holsters his pistols and puts his maul back on his back.
He nods, "Let me grab my guitar," He goes & grabs it, coming back pretty fast.
Iralias grins. "Want to do this outside, or up in my room? It'll be easier to learn and for me to train you somewhere we aren't as likely to get interrupted, and where I can actually hear you better."
A man walks into the tavern, standing at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness. He has two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident.
[[ someone please maintain an rp with Ashton ]]
A half-elf waves at him from a table
He looks over, then looks away and sits at an empty table, not seeming to be able to relax, constantly weary
The half-elf joins him. "Names Theren. Who might you be?"
“Ashton.” He orders a coffee
"Pleasure to meet you. Where are you from?"
“My cabin” he sips his coffee “chalky… there was poison in this cup, what a futile attempt” he keeps drinking it
Theren slides a packet of sugar over to Ashton. "Should make it taste better."
“…thanks” he continues drinking the coffee
"Your welcome."
He’s staying silent for the most part
"I take it you don't have a lot of experience with human and non-human interaction?"
He nods, "Let me grab my guitar," He goes & grabs it, coming back pretty fast.
Iralias grins. "Want to do this outside, or up in my room? It'll be easier to learn and for me to train you somewhere we aren't as likely to get interrupted, and where I can actually hear you better."
"Closed rooms have better acoustics normally."
Iralias nods, and stands up. "Alright. Follow me then." He starts to head towards the stairs up to the second floor.
He nods, "Let me grab my guitar," He goes & grabs it, coming back pretty fast.
Iralias grins. "Want to do this outside, or up in my room? It'll be easier to learn and for me to train you somewhere we aren't as likely to get interrupted, and where I can actually hear you better."
"Closed rooms have better acoustics normally."
Iralias nods, and stands up. "Alright. Follow me then." He starts to head towards the stairs up to the second floor.
A man walks into the tavern, standing at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness. He has two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident.
[[ someone please maintain an rp with Ashton ]]
A half-elf waves at him from a table
He looks over, then looks away and sits at an empty table, not seeming to be able to relax, constantly weary
The half-elf joins him. "Names Theren. Who might you be?"
“Ashton.” He orders a coffee
"Pleasure to meet you. Where are you from?"
“My cabin” he sips his coffee “chalky… there was poison in this cup, what a futile attempt” he keeps drinking it
Theren slides a packet of sugar over to Ashton. "Should make it taste better."
“…thanks” he continues drinking the coffee
"Your welcome."
He’s staying silent for the most part
"I take it you don't have a lot of experience with human and non-human interaction?"
“Quite the opposite, I just don’t like talking”
"And why's that?"
“Everyone one I’ve talked to tends to try to kill me”
A man walks into the tavern, standing at about 5’8 without his 4 inch platform lace up leather boots. His hair is a grayish pink, like a dying rose, his skin a lighter shade of his hair + orange because it’s still skin. His eyes are a midnight black, like pools of darkness. He has two tusks, one of which is broken. He has a grayish pink 5o’clock shadow, a horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose, and is wearing a bloody crown. He’s holding a blue, glowing, trident.
[[ someone please maintain an rp with Ashton ]]
A half-elf waves at him from a table
He looks over, then looks away and sits at an empty table, not seeming to be able to relax, constantly weary
The half-elf joins him. "Names Theren. Who might you be?"
“Ashton.” He orders a coffee
"Pleasure to meet you. Where are you from?"
“My cabin” he sips his coffee “chalky… there was poison in this cup, what a futile attempt” he keeps drinking it
Theren slides a packet of sugar over to Ashton. "Should make it taste better."
“…thanks” he continues drinking the coffee
"Your welcome."
He’s staying silent for the most part
"I take it you don't have a lot of experience with human and non-human interaction?"
“Quite the opposite, I just don’t like talking”
"And why's that?"
“Everyone one I’ve talked to tends to try to kill me”
"Well you have my word that I won't try to kill you."
"Any thing other than that? Including non physical description."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The clone relaxes slightly, holstering his guns. "Remember what I said civilian." as he starts to walk away.
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
He’s staying silent for the most part
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"He's really powerful."
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
*Np*
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
"I take it you don't have a lot of experience with human and non-human interaction?"
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
“Quite the opposite, I just don’t like talking”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Kat'Chka and Silversilk watch as the clone walks away, slowly relaxing. Silversilk crawls back under the table, and Kat'Chka holsters his pistols and puts his maul back on his back.
"Closed rooms have better acoustics normally."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Alright...Gonna hop on and off now; time for a bit of Minecraft.*
"And why's that?"
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
*See ya Elendon!*
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
"Here I was thinking it'd be a not too tough fight."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Iralias nods, and stands up. "Alright. Follow me then." He starts to head towards the stairs up to the second floor.
"He could kill you." There is a tone of concern in Albwins voice.
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
He follows.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Yeah so could half the stuff I've faced & done."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Albwin goes quiet, and stares at the ground
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.
“Everyone one I’ve talked to tends to try to kill me”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Well you have my word that I won't try to kill you."
This is my alt account from the Theren_Dotsk one.
I play the Gladiator Goliath Harveil Stormbreaker, the half-elf ranger Theren Dotsk, and the half-elf Warlock Albwin Greengrass in the Tavern at the End of the World.
"Know your enemy, know yourself." Sun Tzu, Art of War.