The Tavern

its so boring today. he takes another sip of his beer.

She raised an eyebrow, but none the less followed the offer. Making her way slowly over to him as the ends of her trench coat fluttered up, yet clung firmly at her waist. Sitting down as the ends curled around her feet, she crossed her right leg over the other. Gazing over at the stranger and taking in his appearence. Lifting a hand to stroke a few bangs from her eyes using her finger tip.

"maybe i should go and start exploring again"nemx said to himself.

ahem...as you say.
but...isn't this supposed to be an advancement to our character's personality more than everyone simply creating a guy and posting here?
most of them here aren't in any rps

Andromir enters the tavern, takes a quick look at everybody inside, then sits down at the bar and orders some ale.

The longsword hangs loosely from his belt, and his shield is strapped to his back on top of the bow.

"Strange...he says....one moment I'm fighting orcs and the other... I'm here..hope I haven't been slain by those evil critters. Might as well as enjoy the break I guess."

As nemx sees the newcomer he looks at the sword. "cool sword"nemx says.

"I doubt you have been slain..." says a dark character in the corner, his facial features hidden by his hood, his body clothed in tattered black and blue. "Who might you be, warrior?"

uh ohh,

The Whats his name nemisis?

"My name is Andromir, Dunadan warrior from Arthedain. And u sir ?"

Slowly she rose causing a displacement amongst her coat. Letting it flow around her as she slowly lifted her hands to wrap around the back of her head. Eyes falling on the sun bathed land that rested outside she slowly turned to a darker table that rested just in the corner. Taking her seat she lifted her hand ever so slowly. Her actions becoming graceful enough as if it was meant to stroke the very air.

In a moments notice her finger nail was caressing the string of a candle until suddenly it caught flame. Drawing back her hand she crossed her arms over the wooden surface, watching it for she felt there was nothing better to do. Seeing it dance and flicker about, it set a golden hue to wash over her figure, and a certain area around her table.

"ok this is boring why are people sitting by themselves in dark corners, why dont you sit at the center bar"nemx asked the people in the dark corners.

(Dexx, it was meant just as a place for characters, from the RP or otherwise, to socialise. Actually, it is mostly my character and Crimson's character who aren't from any RPs. I didn't want to bring Tanic in here, and I'm seeing if I have permission to rejoin the matrix game before I post with Azrael. Also I need someone to point out things, other than the bartenders. SK's character is from the unhosted RP, and Fire's is from a tabletop game. Sorry if I didn't make that clear. 🙂)

The stranger nodded his head as Satine moved away, the glaze gone from his eyes. He stood up and walked to the door, opening it and vanishing into the outside.

"ok well that was strange. so does anyone want to share some stories"nemx says.

(SK, what period of time or genre is your character meant to be from?)

(Greek era. but he made his first impression on the people where he came from in the dark ages)

(And he talks like that?)

(oh well yea, he dont talk like how the people talked in the era he came from)

(Oh right. Okay 🙂)

"so does anyone wanna share their stories with the people in the tavern"nemx says.

"i will take that as a no." nemx said.