An ancient-looking kobold walks in, wearing dark leather armor, and a hood, which is down. His eyes seem to glow a deep, ruby red.
The man at the counter grunts. “Hm. I haven’t seen you around, Welcome to the Soldier’s rally, I’m your bartender, you can call me Drake. Who might you be?”
An ancient-looking kobold walks in, wearing dark leather armor, and a hood, which is down. His eyes seem to glow a deep, ruby red.
The man at the counter grunts. “Hm. I haven’t seen you around, Welcome to the Soldier’s rally, I’m your bartender, you can call me Drake. Who might you be?”
"My friends call me Screamer, so I suppose you can call me that too." His voice is raspy and quiet.
An ancient-looking kobold walks in, wearing dark leather armor, and a hood, which is down. His eyes seem to glow a deep, ruby red.
The man at the counter grunts. “Hm. I haven’t seen you around, Welcome to the Soldier’s rally, I’m your bartender, you can call me Drake. Who might you be?”
"My friends call me Screamer, so I suppose you can call me that too." His voice is raspy and quiet.
He grins warmly. “Quite the title, Screamer, have a seat, first beer is on me. What would you like?”
An ancient-looking kobold walks in, wearing dark leather armor, and a hood, which is down. His eyes seem to glow a deep, ruby red.
The man at the counter grunts. “Hm. I haven’t seen you around, Welcome to the Soldier’s rally, I’m your bartender, you can call me Drake. Who might you be?”
"My friends call me Screamer, so I suppose you can call me that too." His voice is raspy and quiet.
He grins warmly. “Quite the title, Screamer, have a seat, first beer is on me. What would you like?”
"An ale would be just fine," Screamer says. He settles onto a barstool.
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An ancient-looking kobold walks in, wearing dark leather armor, and a hood, which is down. His eyes seem to glow a deep, ruby red.
The man at the counter grunts. “Hm. I haven’t seen you around, Welcome to the Soldier’s rally, I’m your bartender, you can call me Drake. Who might you be?”
"My friends call me Screamer, so I suppose you can call me that too." His voice is raspy and quiet.
He grins warmly. “Quite the title, Screamer, have a seat, first beer is on me. What would you like?”
"An ale would be just fine," Screamer says. He settles onto a barstool.
“Right away sir.” He goes to the backroom for a second and comes back with a pint of ale, a bowl of peanuts, and some olives on toothpicks. “So, where d’you come from, Screamer?”
An ancient-looking kobold walks in, wearing dark leather armor, and a hood, which is down. His eyes seem to glow a deep, ruby red.
The man at the counter grunts. “Hm. I haven’t seen you around, Welcome to the Soldier’s rally, I’m your bartender, you can call me Drake. Who might you be?”
"My friends call me Screamer, so I suppose you can call me that too." His voice is raspy and quiet.
He grins warmly. “Quite the title, Screamer, have a seat, first beer is on me. What would you like?”
"An ale would be just fine," Screamer says. He settles onto a barstool.
“Right away sir.” He goes to the backroom for a second and comes back with a pint of ale, a bowl of peanuts, and some olives on toothpicks. “So, where d’you come from, Screamer?”
"Well, when I was young, it was just me and my tribe, living in the wilderness. But I made friends with some folks in the nearby city, and they convinced me to come with them and join the army. We were part of a more elite and secret force, though, returning from the hardest missions with few casualties. I got the name Screamer because when I was doin' business, all they would hear was the screams of my targets as I eliminated them. Anyways, what's your story?" Screamer takes a long drink from his ale. He usually doesn't talk for that long.
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An ancient-looking kobold walks in, wearing dark leather armor, and a hood, which is down. His eyes seem to glow a deep, ruby red.
The man at the counter grunts. “Hm. I haven’t seen you around, Welcome to the Soldier’s rally, I’m your bartender, you can call me Drake. Who might you be?”
"My friends call me Screamer, so I suppose you can call me that too." His voice is raspy and quiet.
He grins warmly. “Quite the title, Screamer, have a seat, first beer is on me. What would you like?”
"An ale would be just fine," Screamer says. He settles onto a barstool.
“Right away sir.” He goes to the backroom for a second and comes back with a pint of ale, a bowl of peanuts, and some olives on toothpicks. “So, where d’you come from, Screamer?”
"Well, when I was young, it was just me and my tribe, living in the wilderness. But I made friends with some folks in the nearby city, and they convinced me to come with them and join the army. We were part of a more elite and secret force, though, returning from the hardest missions with few casualties. I got the name Screamer because when I was doin' business, all they would hear was the screams of my targets as I eliminated them. Anyways, what's your story?" Screamer takes a long drink from his ale. He usually doesn't talk for that long.
“That’s interesting. You musta been an amazing soldier.” He drinks some milk. “I’m a veteran from the major war a few decades ago. I was a general, and one of the best. When we actually went on the field, it was like hell, and when the first bomb came down, I saw it in the sky, and I said nothing. I dived out of the way, but my troops had no idea, they were all dead, but I survived. I was one of the only ones who did, I had to deal with the fact my whole squad had died, and I find myself at fault. So I decided to devote this tavern to them, The Soldier’s Rally. Hence the name. My oldest friend helped me build it.” He breaths out. “Sorry, that was a lot.” He pulls out a few sheets of paper. “We serve food here, if you’re looking for a meal.”
“That’s interesting. You musta been an amazing soldier.” He drinks some milk. “I’m a veteran from the major war a few decades ago. I was a general, and one of the best. When we actually went on the field, it was like hell, and when the first bomb came down, I saw it in the sky, and I said nothing. I dived out of the way, but my troops had no idea, they were all dead, but I survived. I was one of the only ones who did, I had to deal with the fact my whole squad had died, and I find myself at fault. So I decided to devote this tavern to them, The Soldier’s Rally. Hence the name. My oldest friend helped me build it.” He breaths out. “Sorry, that was a lot.” He pulls out a few sheets of paper. “We serve food here, if you’re looking for a meal.”
"Don't blame yerself. Wars are hard things to deal with." Screamer takes the papers. "What's your favorite dish that you serve here?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A knight walks in. He’s dressed in chain mail over which he wears a white surcoat with a golden crown emblazoned on it. He has long dark hair tied back in a ponytail and a short neatly trimmed beard. He walks up to the bartender (I guess Gradius’s character?), introduces himself as Roger of Arbonne and asks for a glass of red wine.
*Idk how much I’ll be around but I wanted to stop by and say hi and at least have a drink 😊*
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*Good luck guys 😊. I have an idea for a character who’s one of Charlemagne’s paladins but idk if I’ll have the time to put them into action.*
An ancient-looking kobold walks in, wearing dark leather armor, and a hood, which is down. His eyes seem to glow a deep, ruby red.
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The man at the counter grunts. “Hm. I haven’t seen you around, Welcome to the Soldier’s rally, I’m your bartender, you can call me Drake. Who might you be?”
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"My friends call me Screamer, so I suppose you can call me that too." His voice is raspy and quiet.
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*lol I have an idea too. But so busy!*
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
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He grins warmly. “Quite the title, Screamer, have a seat, first beer is on me. What would you like?”
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*I'm working on a character sheet rn. I'll try to join tomorrow and see if I can keep up*
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
"An ale would be just fine," Screamer says. He settles onto a barstool.
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“Right away sir.” He goes to the backroom for a second and comes back with a pint of ale, a bowl of peanuts, and some olives on toothpicks. “So, where d’you come from, Screamer?”
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"Well, when I was young, it was just me and my tribe, living in the wilderness. But I made friends with some folks in the nearby city, and they convinced me to come with them and join the army. We were part of a more elite and secret force, though, returning from the hardest missions with few casualties. I got the name Screamer because when I was doin' business, all they would hear was the screams of my targets as I eliminated them. Anyways, what's your story?" Screamer takes a long drink from his ale. He usually doesn't talk for that long.
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“That’s interesting. You musta been an amazing soldier.” He drinks some milk. “I’m a veteran from the major war a few decades ago. I was a general, and one of the best. When we actually went on the field, it was like hell, and when the first bomb came down, I saw it in the sky, and I said nothing. I dived out of the way, but my troops had no idea, they were all dead, but I survived. I was one of the only ones who did, I had to deal with the fact my whole squad had died, and I find myself at fault. So I decided to devote this tavern to them, The Soldier’s Rally. Hence the name. My oldest friend helped me build it.” He breaths out. “Sorry, that was a lot.” He pulls out a few sheets of paper. “We serve food here, if you’re looking for a meal.”
Back in black baby
"Don't blame yerself. Wars are hard things to deal with." Screamer takes the papers. "What's your favorite dish that you serve here?"
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*It was Gradius's idea lol. He gets the credit!*
I'm the Valar (leader and creator) of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Anything Tolkien Cult!
Member of the Cult of Cats, High Elf of the Elven Guild, and Sauce Priest & Sauce Smith of the Supreme Court of Sauce.
If you want some casual roleplay/adventures in Middle Earth, check out The Wild's Edge Tavern, a LotR/Middle Earth tavern!
JOIN TIAMAT'S CONGA LINE!
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*Alright folks I'm back on the tavern scene, let's see how this goes...*
My character is a older male human with a short grey beard, large floppy hat, long overcoat, and a musket that appears to fire wooden stakes.
I'm the Valar (leader and creator) of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit/Anything Tolkien Cult!
Member of the Cult of Cats, High Elf of the Elven Guild, and Sauce Priest & Sauce Smith of the Supreme Court of Sauce.
If you want some casual roleplay/adventures in Middle Earth, check out The Wild's Edge Tavern, a LotR/Middle Earth tavern!
JOIN TIAMAT'S CONGA LINE!
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Screamer raises an arm in greeting towards the man.
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*thanks*
Back in black baby
As he enters the tavern, Drake raises his arms in greeting. “Old friend! How are you? We have a new visitor.”
Back in black baby
Screamer gets up and goes to shake the man's hand.
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A knight walks in. He’s dressed in chain mail over which he wears a white surcoat with a golden crown emblazoned on it. He has long dark hair tied back in a ponytail and a short neatly trimmed beard. He walks up to the bartender (I guess Gradius’s character?), introduces himself as Roger of Arbonne and asks for a glass of red wine.
*Idk how much I’ll be around but I wanted to stop by and say hi and at least have a drink 😊*