The Tavern (for all to join)

[Súrion]

An ordinary day it seemed, but what it seemed it was not. As Zapheas (my character) sat at the tavern heavily drinking cider from his goblet, he didn't know that in this very tavern on this very day, his destiny was about to change. He sat in his half drunken mess muttering to himself something about "lack of trust". He was talking about his wife, who had stormed out of their hut that morning with accusations against him.

Suddenly The Two way tavern burst open, and Zapheas looked around to see who it was.

Okay then, someone start by taking over the role of this person, you can decide who they are and their character, it's entirely up to you, I don't care if it was a hobbit or a toad, it's your character

Surion

[Mr E Man]

"Alright you bastard! next time i ask for my money I'll skip the pleasantries... and get straight to the friggin point," a menacingly tall, boorish man, with a greasy mop of hair, slalked his way toward the corner of the pub. flanking his left and his right are seven other barbarians, each uglier than the last, but even larger. Their target was none other than the one known as Testament. calmly seated in the darkest corner of the room nursing his fourth Tequila, seemingly oblivious to the octect marching his way.

"Didn't you hear me boy?" shouted the barbarian, face flushed red with anger, now on a sprint towards Testament. in a blur he leapt to his feet and drew out a dirk which he deftly twirled in his hand and flung the blade at his menacer. with a surprised looke plastered on his face and a choked gurgle the barbarian fell to the floor, the blade sunk deep into his genitals. the pain bringing him into the realms of unconsciousness.

Testament laughed at the barbarian's now cautious posse and sat back down. his steel grey eyes never leaving them. "Do you like your love piston? then go away..." Dismissively he turned away from the group and ordered another Tequila, flirting with a nearby waitress and smiling broadly. the other barbarians quickly left the vecinity of Testament. as he began to hum an tune and size up the others in the bar.

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IC:

::Sitting atop one of the many small huts is the figure of Wullfe. He's dressed in nothing save loose blue pants, a black belt and his signature shoulder pad "Tri~Dar". The fingers of his right hand brush agains his serrated broadsword "Torture" lying beside him. The wind blows his thick mess of hair across his eyes as he watches the barbarians, now one less in number, stumble in fear from the tavern which they ahd stormed earlier. He meditates upon the situation at hand for a few seconds.::

Wullfe: (Hrm...this dump might not be so boring after all...)

::He rises, and stretches, his mind set on exploring the tavern...::

Hanso (hanzo) takes a long drag from his rolled weed before parting his lips and letting it fall down to his feet, wind blown ashes gracfully glide the 2 inches of open air onto his red and white kimono. The kimono was made for a warrior out of tough material thick and light for acting in battle as a thick outer skin, baring marks of blood trickles all over the white fabric, and a red japanese battle flag on the back.

He lifts his foot putting the "weed" out with bottom of his sandal. Being 5'11 and having a good 245 pounds of pure muscle mass has its advantages. hanso rubbs his scruffy face which obviously hasnt been shaved in days. Hanso walking with one eye shut outta habbit with his sword (katana) sheathed and over his back, and another smaller short katana tucked to the side hip of his kimono. the wind picking up again, as if to teasingly blow his hair into his eyes. Hanso has long black hair thats has long spikes up top and toward the front. "ahh" in his raspy deep voice with a heavy japanese accent.

"this is soo boring, i need some action or something!" Just as his last word broke six brutes came running toward his rather large frame looking rather tired and worried, a smile cracks on one side of his mouth, knowing he likes being outnumberd, combat is a euphoric high for most cast-out warriors. "exscuse me, would any of you buttholes be willing to spare a bit of change for this poor hungry...traveler?" The man in front being a large brute with a oversized belly attempted to push hanso with his fore-arm to move him from the path, hanso standing directly in front of him if not for his previous military knowledge would have been pummeld by the man. hanson thinks "have it your way" instinctavely grabbing the mans arm against his chest with his freehand and simultainously throwing his katana into the air, grips it tightly and bends his knees rolling backward and kicking his shin into the mans crotch, using his leg to direct his force in a complete 180 degrees, not releasing his arm. the man slams back first onto the dusty ground, coughing up blood mixed with air, hanso still having some momentum tucks his chin to his chest and rolls backward and straitening his legs after the back of his hair makes contact with the ground standing up stepping forward and holding his hand out expecting his sword to land directly into his grasp, which it does.

"i still got it"smiling. The other men frightend even more turn and continue their caravan back to the tavern in fear forgetting their previous incounter. Hanso bends over searching the man and finding no money, stands up and follows then mens path casually with his right eyes closed and his katana over his shoulder. Sighs "guess its back to the boring walk in silence"

(OOC sorry its so long but you didnt allow a place to post the stats and a bio so i had to create it into the rp)

[Red XIV]

(All right, I'm gonna try RPing)

Jormungand sat at the counter, downing his 9th whiskey. A lot happened that day in the Tavern. Jormungand was a regular and he saw his fair share of fights, but that man, Testament, in the corner was on of the most dangerous people Jormungand's ever seen. That guy stabbed that brute through the balls! Well, it wasn't his problem, so Jormungand just took another sip. He lost a lot of money on gambling, so now he just sat and drank. A pretty waitress walked up to him.
"That's enough for you today!" she said as Jormungand knocked over some of his glasses.
"Hey, foxy!" he cried. "How 'bout you come back to my hut and we can get to know each other..." The waitress looked disgusted.
"Get out, creep!" she cried as Jormungand barfed all over her. Then, those brutes walked back in, one less than before. Jormungand left the girl and walked up to them in a drunken stupor.
"Huh, where is the other one, you bastards," he said slurring his words.
"Get out of our way, drunkard!" the largest one said. Jormungand stroked his graying beard.
"Why should I...ugh!" Jormungand barfed all over the man's shoes. He was furious. The man grabbed the Jormungand by the collar.
"Why you little..." the man shouted as Jormungand kicked the man in the genitals and ran out laughing hysterically. Jormungand left the tavern and passed out in a gutter. What the barbarian didn't know, was that Jormungand stole a small crystal orb from the man's pocket...

Hanso finally after his long journey from the sea ports of this foreign land reached a place to rest and drink, a tavern. Just as the tavern was in view and his heart jumped in celebration he stumbles...more like trips over a passed out body. Standing up hanzos dirt coverd face looked back at what had tripped him, it was red. "drunken bastard!...HEY!, YOU HEAR ME?!" Hanso stands up towering over the body, as much as ide like to leave him here those thievs are still around, stroking his chin contemplating...bends over grbbing the man by the back of his shirt (ooc assuming he was face down) and slings him over his rather large shoulder, step by step approaching the tavern. He arrives with a sigh and a man on his shoulder casually dropping him upon enterance. "bout time" His loud gritty voice bouncing off of the tavern walls, Looking around "what the!.....you!" sees someone all to farmiliar.

[Mr E Man]

"Bout time" Testament said in a gritty tone of voice. "Are we gonna get on with our mission or what." Propping his feet upon the stained table he pulls out a ciggarette and lights it, taking a long drag. "A bad habit I got there huh?... So what's our itinerary Hanso? " Shifting his position he reaches for a bottle of Jagermeister and takes a few swigs. carefully swirling the bottle in his hand he looks at Hanso with half closed eyes.

"We are gonna need some more manpower for our mission." Waving his hands aroud the pub he nonchalantly asks "Any ideas?"

[Red XIV]

Jormungand slowly gets up, the effects of the booze slowly wearing off. He is back in the Tavern...how did he get there? After stroking his beloved beard, he looks around, noticing a man in some samurai clothes. Jormungand goes up to the man and looks him over.
"That is one get up you got, man!" Jormungand laughed at the man before being punched in the gut. Jormungand fell clutching his stomach and writhing in pain. Jormungand began to speak but he couldn't talk.
"Ugh, I 'eard whut you was sayin'..." Jormungand said slowly. He started to cough. "I could 'elp you know... I got me this 'ere pretty stone." At at that he pulled out the glistening rock.

hanso payed the man little if no mind, after punching him in the chest outta reflex. A huge smile and loud laugh broke out over his face, "Good to see you my friend!" his massive frame taking a seat in front of him, the wooden chair bending and contorting sightly to his size. "sparda..." pausing at hearing a cough from somewhere in the tavern. He continues, a serious look occupying his face and somberness governing his facical expressions. "Their was a problem...(his eyes glancing downward) I heard...a child was kidnapped..the kings daughter...dishonor, there is no honor among thieves, word has already reached japan...i am in debt to the king...i, i owe him...so i personally will have the head of these men, i will show no mercy..." (his fist clenching tighter) "but the king has restrained me, she is captive in another house, one whos power reachers far past the kings own, she is to be married soon and without the wedding, his power will fall and kingdom smudged from the history of the land, my friend i cannot allow this, it is a delicate and sensative mission, i lack the mystery in this kingdom serving as a corporal and training most of his army myself, i...i need your help" Hansos eyes meet his friends, as he awaits an answer.