An odd, tall figure in a black and gold costume, his hat, a fools cap, the horns of the hat falling nearly to the floor, though the bases seem to be suspended slighty, with small golden bells at the ends, sits in the nameless inn, though no drink is on the table next to him, and his mask gleams in the light, made of a material not recognized. he gazes over the inn, his mask and posture revealing nothing about him
A human man walks over, drink in hand. He wears a heavy hooded cloak and some sort of light armour plating underneath, and carries a small pistol. He sits down at the alien's table. "What kind of drink suits your fancy, Xeno?"
i doubt you would know what it is, after all, its been outlawed for a long time now
*shoulda put this in the rules. pls when talking in character use quotation marks like "this" to assist other in knowing whats going on*
"If it's outlawed elsewhere it's traded in plenty down here." The man chuckles.
"i doubt it. It's also only liked umong... particular circles." he chuckles, the sound slightly musical. "Sanguis stellarum. a mix of stardust, a few flakes of irridecents, and yes, blood. Though the uncommon likeage could be attributed to a few species being able to digest it without dying, as well as the near impossibility of collecting stardust... well" though his face wasn't visible his voice had the edge like he was grinning "without a few casualties that is"
"Iridescence?" The man asks incredulously. "Indeed, no wonder it's enjoyed by few. Anything else I can get you?"
"indeed it is. hmm... a red wine. one of the few other things i enjoy."
"You'll have to settle for newer wine as it's all I've got. Stay there." The man jogs off and disappears into the back of the Inn. the barkeep pays him no heed. A few minutes later, the man returns with two bottles of red wine and two glasses. He sits down again, opens a bottle and pours two glasses to about three-quarters full, before handing one to the alien. "Your name, good Xeno?"
"Just call me the jester, my name is not important. and thank you"
"My pleasure, Jester. You may call me the dealer. If you want something, likelihood is I have it, or a way to get it." He smiles.
"i appreciate the offer, though unlikey i will be in need of your service. while we are here would you like to play a game of cards?"
"Why not?" The dealer replies with a grin.
the jester pulled out a deck of steel cards, the edges slightly sharpened as like a blade "choose your game"
An odd, tall figure in a black and gold costume, his hat, a fools cap, the horns of the hat falling nearly to the floor, though the bases seem to be suspended slighty, with small golden bells at the ends, sits in the nameless inn, though no drink is on the table next to him, and his mask gleams in the light, made of a material not recognized. he gazes over the inn, his mask and posture revealing nothing about him
A human man walks over, drink in hand. He wears a heavy hooded cloak and some sort of light armour plating underneath, and carries a small pistol. He sits down at the alien's table. "What kind of drink suits your fancy, Xeno?"
i doubt you would know what it is, after all, its been outlawed for a long time now
*shoulda put this in the rules. pls when talking in character use quotation marks like "this" to assist other in knowing whats going on*
"If it's outlawed elsewhere it's traded in plenty down here." The man chuckles.
"i doubt it. It's also only liked umong... particular circles." he chuckles, the sound slightly musical. "Sanguis stellarum. a mix of stardust, a few flakes of irridecents, and yes, blood. Though the uncommon likeage could be attributed to a few species being able to digest it without dying, as well as the near impossibility of collecting stardust... well" though his face wasn't visible his voice had the edge like he was grinning "without a few casualties that is"
"Iridescence?" The man asks incredulously. "Indeed, no wonder it's enjoyed by few. Anything else I can get you?"
"indeed it is. hmm... a red wine. one of the few other things i enjoy."
"You'll have to settle for newer wine as it's all I've got. Stay there." The man jogs off and disappears into the back of the Inn. the barkeep pays him no heed. A few minutes later, the man returns with two bottles of red wine and two glasses. He sits down again, opens a bottle and pours two glasses to about three-quarters full, before handing one to the alien. "Your name, good Xeno?"
"Just call me the jester, my name is not important. and thank you"
"My pleasure, Jester. You may call me the dealer. If you want something, likelihood is I have it, or a way to get it." He smiles.
"i appreciate the offer, though unlikey i will be in need of your service. while we are here would you like to play a game of cards?"
"Why not?" The dealer replies with a grin.
the jester pulled out a deck of steel cards, the edges slightly sharpened as like a blade "choose your game"
"Poker." *I have no knowledge of how this game or any other card games work so I sure hope you do*
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
The dealer looks slightly taken aback. "Not quite what I expected, nor do I know why you want to know." He leans in. "I have no name, Jester, but I go by Caleb Asher currently." He stands up. "That will be all for now." He hands the Jester a small card. Written on it is direction from the Nameless Inn to.. somewhere. "If you need me, follow those directions. Until then..." He walks away.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
the jester pulled out a deck of steel cards, the edges slightly sharpened as like a blade "choose your game"
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
"Poker."
*I have no knowledge of how this game or any other card games work so I sure hope you do*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*quote chain cut!*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*i have no idea lol. just timeskip?*
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
*We can do some rolls to simulate the game. Roll for quality of hand, higher number wins, do that a few times.*
The dealer draws his hand. 98
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
the jester also draws: 30
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
The dealer grins. "How much money we betting on this? Cause I'm all in."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"how about we trade in information? as it it i am... not among the weathy. i win i get to ask a question, you win you ask one?"
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
"Good enough for me." The dealer flips his cards– a royal flush. "I believe that I win. My first question... how did you get here?"
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"ah... nothing too extreme. found a ship to take me for cheap to a place that was quiet" he drew again:57
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
"I'd say you got swindled there, my friend." The dealer draws another hand: 47
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
he placed down a 4 of a kind "i think its my question. what brought you here?"
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
"I was born here in the Gut. Quick wit, ruthlessness and a great deal of luck got me 26 years farther." The dealer draws four more cards. 49
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
the jester also draws once again: 65
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
"You again." The dealer says as they both place their cards down.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*I'll answer this question then go, it's getting a bit late.*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
my question is... what is your true name?
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
The dealer looks slightly taken aback. "Not quite what I expected, nor do I know why you want to know." He leans in. "I have no name, Jester, but I go by Caleb Asher currently."
He stands up. "That will be all for now." He hands the Jester a small card. Written on it is direction from the Nameless Inn to.. somewhere. "If you need me, follow those directions. Until then..." He walks away.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*byee!*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO