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Lord Tarran
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I'm back to all who care
I killed her daughter. I used to be a vampire. Now I'm a ...human.
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I killed her daughter. I used to be a vampire. Now I'm a ...human.
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Havoc867
Guest
a tall, well muscled man steps through the door. He wears no armor but is adorned with many weapons. He slowly evaluates all of the taverns patrons before siting next to what looks to be a gnomish sailor.
"I'm here because i hear that you are the one to see for jobs in this city."
he looks around once more and seems mildly interested in the argument between a vampire he once fought and a startlingly good looking woman he had never seen
"I'm here because i hear that you are the one to see for jobs in this city."
he looks around once more and seems mildly interested in the argument between a vampire he once fought and a startlingly good looking woman he had never seen
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Lord Tarran
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The newcomer's presence alerts the high powered ears of Ryan, as he sits down in his chair facing Belleza, fingering his dagger's hilt, glancing quickly at the man.
Havoc,
He whispers, cracking his knuckles, and letting his fangs and claws come forward, as he stalks over to the man, grabs his collar, and chucks him through the open doors
((Hi, Havoc, hope you are ready for a battle scene. Life needs to be put back into the tavern.
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Havoc,
He whispers, cracking his knuckles, and letting his fangs and claws come forward, as he stalks over to the man, grabs his collar, and chucks him through the open doors
((Hi, Havoc, hope you are ready for a battle scene. Life needs to be put back into the tavern.
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Lord Tarran
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Dub post
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malik21
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Malik enters.He is a bounty hunter,no...just a hunter.He has greasy blonde hair and his white clothes are blood stained from the many battles he has faced.A pure silver dagger is protruding out of his pocket.He has to dodge a human thrown through the doors.He listens to what everyone is thinking.
"Bloody vampire,"he thinks to himself in disgust, but quickly stops himself as he knows people can hear his thoughts just as much as he can hear theirs.
Everyone looks at him for a second then goes back to their buisness.
"Bloody vampire,"he thinks to himself in disgust, but quickly stops himself as he knows people can hear his thoughts just as much as he can hear theirs.
Everyone looks at him for a second then goes back to their buisness.
Percev took another swig from the cup of mead he’d ordered and eyed the newly arrived stranger with the dirty-blonde hair somewhat curiously. A glint of something silvery from the man’s pocket caught the merchants attention . . .
Was that a dagger the stranger was carrying? He knew well how people would come armed as such to a place like this, but armaments of such gleam and value as this stranger carried he had not seen here before. Perhaps this was worth investigating further? Hesitating for a moment, the merchant scratched his wrinkle-creased forehead before reaching some sort of conclusion. Putting his mug down for a second, Percev did his best to catch the strangers (Malik) attention, and wave him over to his table.
Was that a dagger the stranger was carrying? He knew well how people would come armed as such to a place like this, but armaments of such gleam and value as this stranger carried he had not seen here before. Perhaps this was worth investigating further? Hesitating for a moment, the merchant scratched his wrinkle-creased forehead before reaching some sort of conclusion. Putting his mug down for a second, Percev did his best to catch the strangers (Malik) attention, and wave him over to his table.
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malik21
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Malik walks up to the man trying to signal him "What?" he said.
As the young man made his way over to the pew where he sat, Percev let his gaze travel across him for a moment. The stranger looked like a rugged sort of fellow, there was no doubt about that. And was that blood spattered across the front of the mans tunic? Interesting . . .
“Evenin’ stranger” Percev replied to the mans simple statement, gesturing for him to take a seat by the table “Now don’t get me wrong here mate, but you look like a fellow who’s able to handle himself an’ no mistake” He paused for a moment to swallow the last of his mead before continuing “You ‘ere looking for work, by any chance?”
The merchant then tried to adjust the studded leather armour he was wearing, while he awaited Malik’s reply.
“Evenin’ stranger” Percev replied to the mans simple statement, gesturing for him to take a seat by the table “Now don’t get me wrong here mate, but you look like a fellow who’s able to handle himself an’ no mistake” He paused for a moment to swallow the last of his mead before continuing “You ‘ere looking for work, by any chance?”
The merchant then tried to adjust the studded leather armour he was wearing, while he awaited Malik’s reply.
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malik21
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"Evening
Yes.I would.
I'm Malik,the Hunter
Your name?"
Yes.I would.
I'm Malik,the Hunter
Your name?"
“Malik the Hunter” The small mans eyes lit up in a mischievous grin “well Malik, your a man of few words. I can learn to enjoy that trait, no running around the bush with people like you” The merchant smiled again, half to himself and half to Malik before he continued. “You can call me Percev, that’s what mostly everyone else does around here anyway. Fancy a drink, by the by?”
Percev looked up at Malik as he waited for the man to reply, all the while trying not to play too much attention to the mans blood stained clothing.
Percev looked up at Malik as he waited for the man to reply, all the while trying not to play too much attention to the mans blood stained clothing.
