Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
Galax knocks on the doorframe to therens room "can I come in?"
"Yeah." Theren says while continuing to write.
Galax sits on the bed next to theren "how do you feel?"
Theren sighs and places down the paper. "I'm fine. You?"
"Good, so about the other day...."
Theren stares at the ceiling for a moment before he responds. "It doesn't matter. As long as your not a god I'm fine."
Galax gives him a hug "you probably won't like what I'm going to say next"
Theren's eyes flick over to him. "What do you mean?" he asks in a dangerously quiet voice.
"Bahamut would like to meet you, I told him that might not be a good idea, but he insisted"
Theren's jaw clenches. "Fine." he grumbles. He stands up out of his bed and takes off his shirt and starts to look for a new one. *Make a perception check*
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
"How so?" Phoenix says as he leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
Theren is in his room laying on his bed writing on a sheet of paper. His door is wide open.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling.
The door opens as a woman who seems to be infused with a giant caterpillar walks in. It seems to suggest that she a Chimera made up of Insect parts. Her eyes and hair as engulfed under the caterpillar’s mouth while her mouth, neck and torso are fine. Where you would expect to see normal caterpillar legs, are a thousand of arms working in unison to move her across the floor. She sits down at a table, pulls out a book from a bag slung around her shoulder, curls her thousand arm-legged body around the table and begins to read happily. (If you need a idea to what she looks like, Here: Link )
A human enters the tavern. Their black hair is in braids tied back into a bun. Their facial features are soft while their skin is a quiet tanned color that suggests that they have worked in a forge. They are fairly muscular, standing 6'2. They wear a black tank-top, cream-colored arm-bracers that cover up their forearms, long brown breeches, a blue sash made of cotton, and a pair of silver earring studs in their ears. The designs on the clothing suggest that they came from Fey-Wild. They carry a leather sack that is decorated with bone beads of some animal. On their thigh, in a sheath, is a dagger.
They go over to a table and sit down, placing their feet on the table. They pull a pure white candle out of their bag and place it on the table and light it. They stare into the flame, seeming to go into a trance.
A Young man walks into the tavern. He has soft features that are slightly tanned from the sun or something. His chestnut brown eyes flick over the people before he sets his sights on a table. He passes through tables, chairs, people, before he gets over to the table and sits down. He wears a navy blue suit jacket, a white dress-shirt, a simple black tie, black pants, and black leather boots. Around his shoulder is a leather messenger bag with abjuration runes tooled into the leather.
He pulls out a spell-book, a quill-like pen, and a bottle of silver ink. He sets his bag on the table and begins writing in his book.
(if you need an idea for what he looks like, here: LINK )
*Replacing Thorin with Phoenix*
A man wearing a black mask with a red skull painted on it sits down across from him. Over his shoulder is a silenced DMR and on his waist is a combat knife along with a silenced 1911. "Hello." he says with a british accent.
*Look at pfp for my inspiration*
The man looks up and smiles "Hello" he said back and nodded his head. His eyes seems to flicker between smoky grey to chestnut brown as he stares at Phoenix.
"So, what brings ya to this little tavern in the middle of nowhere?"
"Call it work I suppose" he said and chuckled, leaning back in his chair.
Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
"How so?" Phoenix says as he leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
"Well im no dog but im quite skilled in tracking, capturing, and holding" he said and stopped leaning backwards, leaning forward.
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Theren's eyes flick over to him. "What do you mean?" he asks in a dangerously quiet voice.
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"Bahamut would like to meet you, I told him that might not be a good idea, but he insisted"
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Phoenix chuckles from behind the mask. "Right. Well lets say I'm also here on a business trip. Names Phoenix by the way." he says while extending a gloved hand for a handshake.
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Theren's jaw clenches. "Fine." he grumbles. He stands up out of his bed and takes off his shirt and starts to look for a new one. *Make a perception check*
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He shakes his hand "Jackson Foxx. Pleasure to meet you" he says and smiles "do I get to ask what your business is here or is it a quid pro quo situation?"
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"Sorry mate. Military business. Can't give that information to civilians."
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"I trade you if you trade me" he said and chuckled again
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"Tempting mate. What sorta info you got?"
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Ill tell you about why im here" he said and smiled. He leaned back in his chair again, facing up towards the ceiling "I'm what you call a Paranormal Investigator. Not what most Abjuration wizards like myself lean towards but I've always had a fascination with spirits, ghosts, demons, devils, all that sort of thing. I hunt down said threat, banish it or kill it so it never comes back." He says and looks at you "Trade is a trade, lets hear why your here"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Phoenix leans close and you can almost see his icy blue eyes. "Taking care of things that aren't supposed to be here. Such as zombies, demons, and terrorists." Phoenix leans back and pushes a folder towards Jackson.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Ah, so we are both here on the same reason" he said with a smile and took the folder, opening it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Not exactly." The folder has a file about a man called General Shepard. "That man killed my brother in arms, Ghost. I was sent to hunt him down and kill him."
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"Hm, what did he do besides that?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"Treason, murder, and terrorism."
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He whistles "man... that's rough" he said and handed back the folder "Hope you find him"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Phoenix puts the folder in his bag. "Yeah, me too. He killed Ghost and Roach. Those two were like family to me." he says as he clenches his fist around two dog tags around his neck.
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Jack bows his head "I'm sorry to hear that." He thinks for a moment "I'll help you" he said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"How so?" Phoenix says as he leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Well im no dog but im quite skilled in tracking, capturing, and holding" he said and stopped leaning backwards, leaning forward.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]