The Salty Sailor Tavern (booty bay) (all welcome)

[RaihimuraX]

first lay down your profile.
Name: Raihimura
Race: Troll
Class: Mage
Specilization: Fire
Father: Vol'Jin
Mother: Unknown
Gender: Male
Now for the first post!

Raihimura sat down on the top of the tavern. His fire elemental floated behind him emitting steam. The troll looked at the sky and thought of Outland. He wasnt skilled enough to reach it yet. He was almost there, he could just imagine it. He wanted to make his father proud. for once....

((you guys turns!))

[KainenFrost]

i guess i'll play along for a bit, but i might die later

Name: Grummigar
Race: Orc
Class: Warrior
Specilization: Warhammer
Father: Broxigar
Mother: Dreamall
Gender: Male

Grummigar Stepped off the ship, his boots making an awefull racket on the dock. his warhammer on his back he set off, his first stop, the salty sailor tavern, a reprive for him in the best and worse of times, and here and now, would be a welcome enviroment. Grummigar made his way up the walkways and towwards the tavern, on his way in, he noticed an unnatural hue eminating from the roof of the tavern, but payed it no more heed than to offer a slight smile cross his lips, the first in a while, at the thought of what was up there. then entered the tavern, intent on losing himself in several pints of ale.

[electro]

Name: Swiftfeather
Race: Tauren
Class: Hunter
Specilization: Survival
Father: Grimhoof Stonefist
Mother: Plandi Moonrain
Gender: Female

Swiftfeather jumped of the boat coming from Ratchet, wanting to explore new places. But first, she needed to eat something. She was starving. Asking directions to the nearest in at 1 of the many goblins running around, she followed his directions and entered the cousy and warm inn.

[Zaczor]

Name: Candarl Severin
Race: Human
Class: Mage
Specialisation: Arcane
Father: Eduard Severin
Mother: Melina Ironhand (Dwarf)
Gender: Male

Candarl looked around the tavern, noticing the troll showing off his fire elemental, he sneered
"not real magic" he muttered into his ale. An orc clomped through the door and Candarl stiffened, he had never truly been at ease with the greenskins, the orc however simply ignored him. Taking another swig of ale, he noticed another figure, the daunting shilouette of a Tauren, from the garb she wore, he assumed that she was a hunter. Candarl could not stop himself staring, she was such a striking figure. Tearing his eyes away from her, he suddenly felt hot, the Trolls' fire elemental was hovering above him. Irritated he called out in his rough burr that betrayed his Dwarven heritage
"Oi, Troll, git yer familiar away from me, 'es boilin' me ale!"

[electro]

"Bartender, a cold glass of milk, please" asked Swiftfeather with a deep voice.

"Oi, Troll, git yer familiar away from me, 'es boilin' me ale!" she heard behind her. a human screaming for help because the fire elemental was to close to him. She couldn't help herself and started laughing quietly. In the meantime her milk had arrived, cold and tasty, just the way she liked it.

"Do you have some bread and some cheese or berries here aswell? i'm starving"
"OOOh, Do i have a deal for you." the goblin replied with a harsh scraping voice"

[Zaczor]

Frustrated at the lack of response from the Troll, Candarl flicked a quick spark of energy at the fire elemental, sending it wobbling back to its master. He gathered his wits about him, ran a hand through his long, jet black hair and walked up, staff clicking on the floor, to the Tauren that had just entered the tavern.
Taking a seat beside her, he proffered his hand in a welcoming gesture
"Candarl Severin be me name lass, Arcanist of the Alliance, me brother Otos Severin, the Paladin, has many a dealing with yer kindmay i enquire as to yer name?"

[electro]

The human took place besides her as she was stuffing her face with berries.

"Candarl Severin be me name lass, Arcanist of the Alliance, me brother Otos Severin, the Paladin, has many a dealing with yer kind. May i enquire as to yer name?" he asked.

She replied with a mouth full of berries "swooffeehher" almost spitting berries onto his robes.

Swallowing all of her berries, she replied to him again "i'm sorry, my name is Swiftfeather. and who might you be?"

[Zaczor]

Candarl wiped several bits of chewed berries from his beard, "aye? wull, i never expected it t' be that easy. Norm'lly yer kind dinnae wan' t' have nary a thing to do with a Human" Candarls' voice obtained even more of a Dwarven burr, it always did when he was nervous.
The Tauren really was a spectacular sight, even with a face covered by berry juice and milk. He noticed her glass was empty, "fancy another milk lass?"
Candarl clasped his hands together, a light shone between his fingers, eyes closed he incanted a spell, the light began to shine brighter, until it was painful to look at. The entire tavern stopped what it was doing and took cover. Casting a spell always had that effect, it was a shameless breach of tact, and purely to show off to the Swiftfeather, but Candarl did not care. The incantation reached a crescendo, there was a puff of smoke, somewhat of an anticlimax, and in his hands was a glass of icy cold milk. Grinning at Swiftfeather, he placed the glass on the bar.

[Halthes]

Name: Hal'thes Sunwinder
Race: High Elf
Class: Demon Hunter
Specialisation: Demonoligy
Father: Unknown
Gender: Male

Hal'thes entered the tavern cloaked so that none could see his face nor his tatooed body, He sat down at a table in the far corner of the room and ordered nothing except he just seemed to rest and think... he wished to go to outland and destroy demons but he could not think of a way to go their and as for Northrend he would rather not risk dyeing and surving the Scourge. When the goblin bartender asked him if he wanted anything Hal'thes only replied "nothing from your kind..." offended the goblin left him alone.
Mother: Unkown

[KainenFrost]

Grummigar had made his way through his first pint. and his second, before he turned once again to regard the tavern, the troll and his elemental had madet their way in, and there had been several newcommers since he'd arived, a tauren, a human, and just taking a seat, was another newcommer, cloaked as to hide themselves entirely, allthough from the way the cloak sat upon him, he judged that it was probably a night-elf. (dont worry, i know that ur not :D)

Grummigar began to stand, intent on informing the cloaked figure that it was not polite to enter this tavern, while thinking you could hide 'urself behind pices of cloth. but as soon as Grummigar stood, it became apparent that his ale filled legs were unlikely to hold him up, so he returned to his seat, and ordered himself some food.

[Zaczor]

Hairs prickled on the back of Candarls' neck....an odd feeling washed over him, he looked around, saw the Orc stumbling around drunkenly, and noticed a cloaked figure in the corner.....hidden in the shadows, he could just make out the shape of his face......

It was him.....Colour drained from Candarls' face....How had he tracked me here? What is he doing here.....Will I get lucky and escape again..... His body still bore the scars of their last encounter. A distraction was what he needed, excusing himself from the bar, Candarl strode directly to the Orc.

"You, Greenskin, I need your help". Candarl held out his money pouch to the orc. "Tha' elf over thar, I need ye t' stroike up a conversation wi' him, thun, bring 'im outside, ill be waiting fer ye, no danger t' ye, ill pay ye several gold coins fer it, whaddye say"

[KainenFrost]

"ill pay ye several gold coins fer it, whaddye say" Grummigar had not planned on paying any attention to the human as he aproached, but after refering to him as greenskin, he wasn't too happy with him. "Bah!" he spat, his mouth still half full of mutton, "nothing better then to get some dirty greenskin to do yer dirtywork, HMM! why dont you do it yourself you lazy bastard!"

"hah, i din't mean it like that, and I'll be throwin 'nuther pint yer way fer implyin' such a thing, se'in how you've run dry" he motioned to the three empty pints sitting in front of Grummigar's plate "i jus' wanted some help dealin' with the elf."

the extra pint got his attention, "i had been meaning to talk to that one," Grummigar muttered, "its inpolite to hide yerself when yer sittin in a tavern" he reminded himself, "on that pint, ye got yerself a deal"

Grummigar stood to respond to the human, he picked the little bag up off the bar, after one quick shake, he gave a bit of a forced laugh, and plamed it. after starting off a little shaky, grummigar managed to aproach the elf without incedent, "ye there, Elf" Grummigar stood over him, "dont ye know its inpolite to hide yerself behind a cloak while sittin in a tevern. unhide yerself, or i'll be forced to land ya on yer arse out that door there. so what'll it be?"

[Zaczor]

Watching the drunk orc stumble over to the Elf, Candarl hastened outside, much to the bewilderment of Swiftfeather
"Be back soon lass, ye keep that seat free fer me"

The black night outside was punctuated by flickering torches, Candarl needed no light, his Dwarven heritage had given him excellent vision in the darkness. He pulled a spellbook from his backpack, Runes flickered on the cover as he flipped through the pages. What spell, what spell, he pondered, starting to panic. Alright, calm down lad. first, a sheild, He muttered a quiet incantation, and in a flash of light, was surrounded by a dim glow. Next, something a little more potent....He turned to his chapter of offensive arcane magics, several glyphs rose into the air, candarl caught them quickly, readying his two favourite spells. Something was missing....what was it.....Staff! He had left his staff inside, next to Swiftfeather....now he was truly in danger, the staff had magical properties that increased his arcane abilities...without it, he would not be strong enough to subdue the elf to make an escape, he could not go inside, empowered as he was, the Elf was sure to notice that, he needed to catch him by surprise. Calming his nerves with a simple cantrip, Candarl stood, ready, waiting for his nemesis to come through the door, into the night.

[Halthes]

sozz been away for a week)

Hal'thes stood up and revealed his face to the orc and snarled " you would be wise to step away orc i have no argument with you... you think these elven ears are for looks i know that human is paying you to talk to me". Hal'thes looked over to the door and walked outside and shouted at the human "found you..."

[Zaczor]

The instant the Elf put his head through the door, Candarl reacted, sending a wave of Arcane energy towards him. Harsh light peirced his eyes, but he controlled his concentration. Blinking behind the elf, he spun quickly, pulled a long knife from his belt and held it against the Elfs' neck.

"Checkmate" Candarl sneered "Shall we head over to yon table 'n discuss our wee issue?"

[Halthes]

Hal'thes had not expected the humans reaction and was caught "hmmm good going human now you have made me mad" Hal'thes gathered power within his hands and let out a massive arcane blast sending the human flying. Hal'thes then threw of his cloak revealing two demonicly charged warblades and held them to the humans neck. "I'd rather discuss them in these situations".

[Bigdogodraka]

Name: Cyonisper
Race: 3rd Nightelfen tribe
Class: Druid
Father: Unknown
Mother: The Moon (duh)
Spef:Balanced
Perferances: only got 8g in my pocket, and a large napsack full of crap ill never sell EVER
Alaiances: BB,Silverwing Setenals, Aliance (all areas around honered but Darn Revererd)
Enemies: Horde (no bull) Bloodsail Buckeners, hopefully soon the Aldor, the girl down the block, 198 GMs, and a partridge in a pair of trees
Know for: drinking, killing horde in BG (all of the time), Listining to ROCK'N'ROLL, other stupid crap like that

Yep thats about that:confused1:

[Bigdogodraka]

:banghead::banghead::banghead::banghead: damn forgot to mention I was a Guy

[Bigdogodraka]

Cynoisper walks up to the bar given the bartender a severed head from a quest. Cyonisper has a seat and says to the Brakeep "give me a large ale i need to get something off my mind." the barkeep turns around and pours a large ale, Cyonisper sighs. The barkeep turns and says "that el be 10s please"
Cyonisper stares him in the eye and calmly says "dont i get a discount for being honerd here???" The barkeep reaches for his durtyblunder bust when all of a suden cyonisper yells, "ok ok ok!!! ill pay" cyonisper hands 10s to the barkeep, the barkeep say "what about the tip" cyonisper reaches for a silver coin and puts it on the table, "thank you come again!!!" yelled the barkeep.

Cyonisper turns to the back of the bar and sips his ale.

[KainenFrost]

Grummigar simply stood as the elf told him off and headed for the door, "best of both worlds," he thought to himself "took off his hood, and he left." The elf was caught in a fight just outside the door, "Just dont break anything!"

Grummigar turned around, pulled out the purse the human had given him, shook it once, just to hear the money insige jingle, then headed for the bar, back to where he was sitting. "Another one of these," he said to the bartender, gesturing to the empty mugs of ale sitting before him, and slapped the apropriate change on the bar. as he did so, a night elf took a seat a few stools down, he placed a severed head on the bar when he ordered his drink, "whats a night elf doing packing severed heads around?" Grummigar wondered to himself, "or better yet, how did he get past the fight outside?"

[Bigdogodraka]

Cyonisper looks a few stools down as he sips his ale, the orc sitting over their was eyeing him Cyonisper thought to him self "either that orc knows something or hes a homo..." Cyonisper looks back at him and simply asks, "what you looking at bud, i dont take well to others eyeing me like you are boy." that head had a story id wish to never speek of, no one is to know, NEVER.... he thought to himself. The orc gave him a strange face, Cyonisper laughed hardly as he got up from his stool he walk over to the orc and said "names Cyonisper hows it hanging son?" He'd hope the orc would play along so he could stear out of this mess much like the fight outside, "Hey barkeep give this orc an ale" as he handed some cash over to the barkeep.

[KainenFrost]

"Blast" Grummigar thought to himslef, as the Night Elf got up from his seat and started walking towards him, "this is not what i need right now," he thought, refering to his still partially drunken self. Grummigar did a mental inventory of the patrons of the bar, even if the elf did try to start a fight, he would be sorely outnumbered.

"names Cyonisper hows it hanging son?" Grummigar was shocked, that was hardly the introduction he had expected, especially considering that Grummigar was hardly a young Orc, but then again the elf was no doubt just as old. "Bah, i've nothing to hide here, this taverns like me home." Grummigar thought to himself, then turned to face the Elf. "I was just thinkin it mighty odd that a Night Elf would be carryin' 'round the severd heads of his enimies is all" he said right to the Elf's face, the gestured to the head. Then the ale came, what was it with people and getting him free ale? he wondered to himself, allthough he could hardly complain, he did however decide not to touch it untill after their little conversation had ended.

[Zaczor]

The element of surprise was lost. Candarl was not expecting the elf to posess such arcane power.
I'm a dead man, thought Candarl, as the elf stalked towards him, twin blades held high. His life passed before his eyes, happy childhood in Westfall, harsh training at Dalaran, the numerous battles against the Horde....the time that he and been friends with Hal'thes, brothers in arms, fighting against a common enemy, until Candarl had betrayed that friendship. Candarl spoke softly "im sorry lad" and waited for the end to come

[Bigdogodraka]

Cyonisper looked puzled... "what you mean that head their has nothing to it... just decore for the upcomming festivel... nothing more, nothing less" said Cyonisper as he siped his ale, "though it would be nice if people... or orc's would MIND THEIR OWN BUSINESS AROUND THESE PARTS." He made a jesture with his finger as he slid it across his own throught (for those of you who dont get this jesture... :hang:) as he winked. " now if you dont mind im going to pertend we never meet and you never saw the you know what... GET IT????? he cleans his face and says "hello my names Cyonisper whats yours?" :grin:

[electro]

Still sitting at the bar, she noticed the mage's staff right next to her chair. She tought to herself: "well he left without his staff, i'll return it to him, he can't be far."

So she picked up the staff, payed the goblin behind the bar and stepped out.

When she came out, at the perfect time, she took her bow and shot 1 shot at the night elf, who was charging onto the mage "Candarl". the Night elf starting running around in circles, as if he did not know what was left or right.

"Candarl, you forgot this" she said to him as she returned his staff. "wait here and let him come to you." she said as well and she kneeled to the ground.

The elf came out of his confusion and charged straight at candarl again, only to be stopped by being turned into a giant ice cube.

"i need a drink, don't you agree?" she asked at candarl aas she walked back inside the inn and took her seat again. This time she inspected the inn a bit more while waiting for her drink.

[Halthes]

(sorry been on another holiday and i might be off again next week)

Hal'thes walked up to the human and held one blade to his neck and another to his stomach and remembered a time when he had actually had a friend in this human. Now all Hal'thes saw was a betraying scum of a human and then with quick movement Hal'thes severed the humans head from its neck and brough his other sword through the body... it was over.

(im sorry about your character :(. )

[electro]

(Halthes, read my previous post, don't think you read it.)

[Halthes]

i didnt know you were adressing me because you said night elf instead of high elf sozz)

By the time the ice cube effect at worn off the mage was gone. "damm it!" Hal'thes decided it was enough fighting for one day and returned inside the bar and sat down in his usual place in the corner and ordered some ale. Hal'thes noticed the mage was inside too instead of confronting him Hal'thes kept his gleaming blue eyes upon him.

[Carnovor]

Name: Ven
Race: Undead
Class: Warlock
Specilization: Affliction
Father: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Gender: Male

Ven, noticing that the boat had landed, dawned his hood and walked off the boat. He wanted to get his barrings before he started to journey in this new land. He decided to go to the tavern, which usually provided most of the information he would need for his travels. As he walked in he noticed the others around the tavern he took note of their power. Sen, the demon lord contained inside his soul at a young age, had always granted him the power to view how dangerous all of his enemies were. He noticed the beings around him were much to powerful for him to start a quarrel with any of them. Well I doubt I will need to fight any of them. Better stay low and listen in on a couple of conversations. He thought. He went over to the bar and looked at all the ale on the wall behind the counter. He decided against the alcohol (For it made him foolish and he had no room for slip ups around these characters) He ordered a cup of water and after it had arrived he sat down a couple of tables away from the door.If things go bad then I'll need to get out of here fast. He waited and watched everyone in the tavern. Comon Ven! If you let me take control then I can use my power to destoy all these folish mortals!Quiet Sen! Don't think that for a second you can fool me! As soon as I give you control then you will most likely choose to destroy my body releasing your essence in the process. Remember who is the master here. He kept his composure even as the horrid being burned with anger within his soul. Maybe this water will cool him off. He took a gulp of the water and relaxed as the cool liquid ran down his neck. (He has a hole in his lower jaw and it allowed the water to flow out of his mouth and down the front of his neck. He had never really needed food or water for nourishment. He no longer got hungry or thirsty ever since he has risen from the grave.) He still had taste buds so he normaly just ate food for the enjoyment of the taste. As he drank the water he listened to the conversations around the tavern. He called upon Sen's power and let the demons acute hearing become his own. After a couple minutes he decided that no one here was going to reveal any information about this new place. He did find out that it was called "The Barrens" and that most people go to a place called "The Crossroads" But when it came down to finding how strong the monsters in the Barrens were, he was out of luck. He finnaly talked it over with Sen and they both agreed to find out for them selves. He left the cup on the table and left. When he got outside, he turned towards to western road out of town. He took his hood off and raised his hands. He started to channel a dark essence between his hands in the air. He chanted a few phrases and from his hands the dark purple energy struck the ground below his feet. From the ground a huge firery stalion came up and lifted him off the ground. Judging from the reaction of the people around him, who seemed strikingly passive for the show he had just put on, that they had seen many different kinds of warriors and casters come through this town. The thought of getting revenge upon the killers of his mother and father filled him with a reason to get stronger. He pulled the riens of his mighty demon steed and galoped towards the new chaptor in his journey.

[Carnovor]

(What do you guys think? It was a little long and left no time for interaction but I did that because I dont come on enough to really interact with people.)

[KainenFrost]

OOC: uh, Carnovor i think you got you locales mixed up, we aren't in the barrens, we're in booty bay, other that that its too bad you're not going to be around cause Ven does have potential to be quite an interesting character...


Cyonisper finished off by once again introducing himself, an attempt to play off everything he had said, to make it just dissapear and start things over. Grummigar was often open to such a gesture, especially in his less than sober state, but the elf had thrown in a not so subtle threat, one which Grummigar would not let pass. "well then" grummigar started "if there be nothin to the head then there be nothin to the head, was just interested is all." Grummigar turned, and even stood to regard Cyonisper, he gestrued for a handshake, and when Cyonisper shook his hand Grummigar grabbed the side of his neck with a speed quite unfitting for an orc, and bent him forewards over the bar, keeping his close hand pinned in the handshake to prevent and imidiate retaliation, "had that been all" Grummigar began, leaning in close, his foul breath invading the elf in such a way that would make sure he heard him closeley. "there would not have been a problem, but think twice about threatenin' an Orc, it never ends well, i'll assure ye of that! for i be Grummigar, First son of Broxigar, Warrior hand chosen by the warchief Thrall himself to capitain his best soldiers, you wouldnt live long in a fight against me. now return to your seat." Grummigar gave him a bit of a push towards where he came from and turned to regard the patrons of the tavern, but kept one eye on Cyonisper. "this here little conversation never happened." and returned to his seat. A large number of people seated around the tavern gave slight nods and returned to their own buisness, as Grummigar commanded a great deal of respect, and a high reputation in the regulars of the tavern, and they would listen to what he said, and listen closley.

[Carnovor]

(DOH! I got ratchet and booty bay mixed up. >.< They are close anyway :P And Im going to make a new post that tells the back story of Ven. Ill post a link soon.)

[Carnovor]

Here. Its kinda long but I hope you like it. (http://wow.incgamers.com/forums/showthread.php?p=4029375#post4029375)

[Tikki]

Name: M'hinda
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
Specialization: Arms
Father: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Gender: Female

A loud thump radiated as the sound of plate hit the old wooden boards of the Booty Bay Inn. M'hinda casually scanned the heterogeneous crowd. Places like this always bothered her. She never understood how her friends and foes could mingle together like time held no history of blood shed.

Keeping a watchful eye on the crowd she saddled up to the old bar and ordered herself an ale. She would rest her tired feet for a bit and then begin her journey once again.

[Bigdogodraka]

Cyonisper yelled to the stairing people "nothing to see here folks im just doing my bussness so keep it down if you want to keep your heads" as Cyonisper reaches into his pocket for a dagger. All of a suden a group of bouncers jumped up and grabed Cyonisper, When sudinly Cyonisper turned into a cat jumped out of the hold the Goblins, staired the orc in the eye and said to him "this isnt over. Ill get you someday, or my name isnt Cyonisper the claw headman..." as he sifted into the shadows and ran off...

[KainenFrost]

OOC: Welcome tikki, i hope you enjoy your stay.

BIC: Cyonisper faded from view, and Grummigar gestured to the Brusers to return to their buisness, and thanked them, then returned to the ale that Cyonisper bought him, and threw it to the ground, he couldnt risk that he had poisoned it. "Kar'vol?" he asked, and one of the shadows along the wall beside him took shape, the shape of a troll to be precise, "yeah bosssss?" the troll asked, Grummigar turned to face him, "I assume that you were the one that tipped off the Brusers to the dagger?"

"yep." the troll replied.

"and you didn't find the courtesy to warn me as well?"

"me din't think it wise to have ya spillin' blood all o'er the tavern," Kar'vol replied, "weither it bein 'urs or that of the elves."

"have the brusers search the next ship that leaves, quetly. if they dont find anything, asume that he is somewhere in stranglethorn, i need to be warned if he is to return."

"Sure thing boss." Kar,vol whistled, and another shadow took shape, this time in the shape of an old dire wolf, but its eyes held the same intensity as those of the grunts of orgrimar, the two left quickly. on their way out they passed a human woman at the door, a warrior by the way she dressed, and she made her way to the bar "jus don cause any more trouble." Grummigar thought to himself

[Bigdogodraka]

Cyonisper ran through the jungles of Stranglethorn, hopeing to find his next victom... remembering the orc that stood up to him. he thought to him self "man if i ever see that orc again ill slice his head off and use it as a door stop (though lone night elves suldumly had doors he was just being mad and sarcastic.) in the back grownd Cyonisper herd a russle in the bushes behind him, he jumped up and ran like hell. he saw 3 bouncers out in the open looking for him... aperintly his rep with Booty Bay droped so much he was on the top 20 most wanted in Booty Bay. He flowoed the bouncers into a thicket south of the city where he atacked the group he nailed 2 of them when the 3rd one stared at him and said softly... "who are you?" Cyonisper laughed and said "I am the one who slays his enimies... guess who you are...":evil: as he swiped his through and killed him. Cyonisper watched as their blood flowed back to the city... as he thought "god now their going to hunt me down i better get the heck out of here. he changeing into a cheeta and ran away. "stormwind" he thought to himself... "i wouldn't be the 1st criminal there" as he ran away to hopeful never be seen again (or atleast we hope.)

Oh and Wellcome Tiki

[KainenFrost]

OOC: just a question here for Bigdogodraka... do you accually want me to chase you in some way, or do you want to dissapear, cause this is centered around the salty sailor, and stormwind is not exactly in the same place, even though i do agree that often topics outlive there original intention...

[Bigdogodraka]

OOC: idk you do as you like im just haveing fun

[Bigdogodraka]

OOC: if you do ill hunt you down for my most grusum kill ever... if you dont ill return to the tavern all up to you KainenFrost

[Bigdogodraka]

OOC: yo Kainen... you their its been a while

[Bigdogodraka]

OOC: Anyone?

[DrScience]

Name: Avaya
Race: Blood Elf
Class: Hunter
Specilization: Beast Master
Father: Aratis Avayarn
Mother: (Grandmother) Aletta
Gender: Female


Avaya stumbled through the doorway clutching her side, squinting heavily at the motley group of travellers sparsely scattered about the tavern. Her vision blurring, each breath becoming more strained, she let out a heavy sigh and slid down the doorframe. As she descended, her arm gave out, releasing from her clutches a deep, mean wound. A plume of bright red blood streamed down her frame, pooling around the crippled mass laying limp in the doorway.

[ShadowEmbrace]

Name: Lady Kayuri Sundrift
Race: Sin’Dorei
Class: Shadow Priestess
Specialization: Shadow Magic/Dagger/Wand
Father: Unknown
Mother: Lady Alara Sundrift
Gender: Female
-:- Neutrality. Two factions with a brooding hatred now sat dormant, minds once corroded with bloodshed replaced with relaxation and coping beyond their enemies. Vivid, fel-colored orbs came to fixate about the small tavern, glowing curiously beneath the dim light. A cloth-clad hand came to grip the hood and pull it from her soft features, auburn locks falling just around her slender shoulders. –A glass of ale if you will.- Avoiding eye contact with the green menace, a brow lofted at the assorted characters about the tavern, two factions conversing peacefully. –How nice.- She thought to herself, only to be interrupted by the haste slam of a flask. As if a goblin had any mannerisms in her field. –I thank you.- Lush lips came to perk as she sipped the warm contents, eyes closing as she relaxed before her return to the rigid Outlands. -:-

[DEATHKNELL]

Name: Emily
Race: bloos elf
class: sorceress
specialisation:
father: morse'serverent - deceased
mother: vlaria'gogden - deceased
gender:female

Emily walked in the bar and sat down at the bar counter looking around expecting that she would be thrown out. "Server might i be able to have a drink"Emily asked smilling her red dress a big contrast to the tavern her staff fixed her to back showing she was a sorceress of sorts. Emily waited for for bartender as she looked around at what was happening in the bar.

[DrScience]

Since nobody came to Avaya's aid when she fell in the doorway clutching her mortal wound, she died and is still laying there - a rotting mass of bone and gross. end of role play for avaya.

[Polaba]

Name: Silen Seythist
Race: Draenei
class: Paladin
specialisation: Retribution
father: Unknown
mother: Ariendela Seythist
gender: male


Silen rode swiftly through the stunningly emerald forest of Ashenvale, looking behind him. He knew he was being followed, and knew it was by more then one figure. His steed shown with gleaming light as his broad shoulderguards clanked loudly, the only noise around him besides the chirping of birds and running of a nearby creek. He finally stopped, noticing the ground becoming barren and sandy around him, and knew he had entered the barrens.

Silen saw ahead of him a town, though the crimson flags waving in the wind were not that of the alliance, and two fierce looking orcs guarded the gates of this town, their enormous axes heaving on their backs.

He knew there was no way around this town, but knew that there must be no bloodshed. He was a defender of the light, and would not kill unless it was necessary. He thought quickly, for he could hear a warcry and the padding of a wolfs feet in the distance behind him. Suddenly having an epiphany, he walked towards the orcs and started to converse with them.

"Hello, fine gentlemen. Could I possibly go through this town to make it to the other side this morning?", he said cautiously.

"This horde territory...you no orc..."

Silen was trapped. They were obviously primitive beings, though they knew the difference between green and black skin. As the right one suddenly made for his axe, Silen reacted swiftly, and he brought his hands up together, calling down the Holy Light.

With that, an enormous shield of shimmering light surrounded him. He started to run through the town. Silen could feel the axes of dozens of orcs beating around him, though he felt no pain and ran strongly, his curved hooves clomping on the ground. Eventually silen just outran the orcs, and they turned back, crying out in anger. He summoned his holy steed and began on his way to Booty Bay.

After arriving in Booty Bay, Silen made for the blacksmith. His armor was in dire need of repair before he could fight again. The kindly goblin took about an hour to hammer his armor back together, charging him only a few gold coins. A nearby human eyed him flirtatiously, and reached out her hand.

"I'm M'hinda"
"Silen", he grunted. He didn't have time for such pleasantries, though the curved form of her torso under barely visible armor caught his eye as he walked away.

He looked around to get his bearings, and saw a sign with scraggly goblin writing that read "The Salty Sailor Tavern" and made for it - he could really use a drink. However, as he neared it he saw a frail figure lying upon the ground, blood seeping from her side, her bow lying on the ground beside her and an astonishing white tiger, it's fur shimmering in the morning moisture.

Silen's heart pained that such a beautiful being could be fallen. He went to brush her hair out of her face and suddenly drew back, his eyes catching on the curved ears and pure white skin of her gentle face. "A Blood Elf", he thought, "But those in need should be assisted regardless of characteristics". He brought his hands together above him in an orb of light and began whispering prayers of resurrection. As he anticipated, a huge ring of light formed around her body and her eyes open, her chest heaving with new life and she stood up, stumbling, and blinked at him.

OOC - A little long, I know, but I thought his character needed a little forming. I know in game mechanics a draenei wouldn't be able to resurrect a Blood Elf but this is RP :grin:

[Spellwarrior]

Name:Gundisalvus
Age:21
Class:Hunter
Race:Night Elf
Specialisation:Survival
Father:Tirdus Durnum
Mother:Cira Durnum
Gender:Male
Gundisalvus arrived with a drunken stumble,"Ohhh lookey, this a tavern! Tavern means... ALE! Ale,ale, sweet lovely ale!" he grabbed on to the nearest goblin and said " Get me the largest container of ale you've ever seen, if it's smaller than a gallon get me two!" He noticed a glare from a small gnommish fellow. He though: got to watch out for him, might have to kill him sometime, but hopefully not before I drink to my content. He looked around and "Ay greeney! Where's my ale!"He decided he might go out and how some fun while he waited, scout around and find a place to recover from his soon to be super-hangover.He fully clothed himself so noone even knew what race he was, his ears were not as big as his elven brethren.He pulled his cloak over head his bandana over his face."Might earn me a bit of gold and a get a good bout"

[Zumwanin]

Name: Zumwanin
Age: 34
Class:Axe Thrower
Race: Forest Troll (Neutral)
Specialisation:Berserking
Father:Jo'Kalin
Mother:Hari'Nora
Gender:Male

Zumwanin stood tall, at 8',5'', with dark green skin and 13 inch tusks jutting from his face. He kicked in the door with a big grin, throwing axes jangling in his belt quiver, and yelled at the top of his lungs, "EY, MON! DA PARTEH'S ON!" in his usual overconfident tone of voice.

He sauntered over to Emily with a sly grin and said, "Well, 'ey d'er, pinky. I've nevah b'in wit' a Blood Elf befoh'. But I guess da'ts 'cause ye'r sworn enemies wit' us, ye squishy bi-" He was interupted when a strange, blue creature. 'I'll get you latah, pinky.' He walked over to Silen and, with a mocking tone, said, 'Hello, Big Blue. What are YOU doin' in a bar like THIS?' said the Green-skinned berserker angrily, with a bit of saliva running down a tusk.
'Hey, bub. Watch it.' Said a small, green Bouncer to his left.
'Yeh? Well...Whatevah.' He sat on a barstool and ordered a strong beverage.

[Yemandja]

Name: Vadjro
Race: Troll
Class: Shaman
Appearance: blue skinned, red hair (style the three Mohawk one with the four pigtails in the neck), small tusks that curves over her under lip, not the tallest of female trolls and got a bit more curves then a normal darkspear troll (though she doesn't have huge breasts or hips or anything) not the strongest yet not the weakest she focuses on her connection to the spirits and her Proffs.
Specialization: Elemental
Proff: Herbalist and Alchemy
Father: Gadrin
Mother: Kali Remik
Gender: female
Birthplace: Sen’jin

Vadjro was tired; she had travelled all the way from her birthplace Sen’jin village in Northern Kalimdor to Boot Bay in the Eastern Kingdoms. She had bid her final good byes to her father Master Gadrin and went to Strangelthorn Vale to prove to herself that she was a worthy servant of the mighty horde. Her path started after she had taken the zeppeliner from the capital Orgrimmar to Grom’gol base camp, early in the morning before the sun had begun to rise. The flight had been tiresome, not only because they had hit some turbulence while they were right over The Great Sea, causing her to lose almost all her herbs, and alchemy vials, but the other travellers on the Zeppelin was constant yelling and arguing (two peon orcs). One of them got so worked up that he almost managed to fall off and into The Great Sea. And he had, if it wasn’t that he had reached out and grabbed Vadjro’s violet cloak, making her holding for dear life at the railing with the peon desperately clinging to her cloak, praying his last prayers. It took four goblins (the other peon was so stubborn that he had refused to help) and 10 minutes before they were safely on deck again.

Right before they arrived Grom’gol Base Camp she had sent a chain lighting bolt on the two peons making them jump out of the zepp and had them to swim the last part of their trip. Safely arrived the camp she took some errands from a good childhood friend of hers: Nimboya. So after a nice chat and some food and refreshing melon juice she had newly bought from Nargatt (a real nice fellow actually, he gave her a discount.) she had begun her errands. Some of them easy some of them hard. She saved the longest to the end of the day; she was supposed to show all of the traitorous Witherbark trolls a message from the Darkspear tribe and the Horde. And she had done that she had killed them, not all but many and in the end she had planted her friends spike into the earth in the middle of Zun'watha. The disloyal Witherbarks should’ve learned their lesson now.

She was supposed to come and tell Nimboya that she was done and ask Vharr if he could repair her armour after the fights, though when she reached it sounded like Nimboya and Kin'weelay had quite a heated quarrel so she decided to ride to Booty Bay instead, even though she had travelled a lot in her life she had never visited the famous Booty Bay. The way was a bit long but she decided to give it a go anyway, on the way she could take peak on the arena. As a child she had always wanted to become one of the famous gladiators, but she had her shaman call become more important then her childish dream. On the way something strange had occurred a cheetah had almost run her and her raptor down, she had cursed and yelled after it ‘cause she was sure of that that was a druid, since a real cheetah wouldn’t just run down a raptor like that.

The steady footsteps from her loyal emerald raptor led her out of the cave that was Booty Bay’s entrance Vadjro fell silent she had never seen so many members of the great horde and the alliance walking somewhat peacefully at the same time, she began to wonder if the pace they’re were all seeking may be within reach after all. She didn’t know how long she had stood there but after Rakin (her raptor) started to grow impatient she headed for a stable and someone she could buy a repair to her damaged armour. She found a stable (Rakin was more then pleased to get some rest) and found a kind blacksmith called Hurklor. After some chitchat during the repair the green skinned fellow recommended a place called The Salty Sailor Tavern. She promised to check it out as soon as her armour was repaired.

“There you go” the orc smiled and handed Vadjro her armour. “That will be… 1 gold and 75 silver.” Vadjro searched her bags and found the gold, “dhank you Hur’klor, me promise to come again sometime.” She smiled and followed him as he leaded her out of the door. “Yeah you do that, that would’ve been nice.” He scratched his beard. “Now to get to The Salty Sailor Tavern just follow the directions I gave you, okay?” she nodded. “You don’t want me to follow you or anything? I heard it was an elf and a human fighting there earlier, and you said you wanted some pace and quiet… and I thought it may be better if you were two….”, Hurklor trailed off and looked away shyly. The young shaman smiled brighter “No it be fine me think me manage, but thanks for da offha, you be real kind.” “Nha it was nothing” the orc replayed. They said good byes and she was off. The information about the fighting made her reconsider the idea of going directly to The Salty Sailor Tavern; instead she went around and used her far sight ability to check out the place. And what did she see? She saw a blue creature, must’ve been one of the new race that had allied with the Alliance, try to resurrect a blood elf. She was shocked an alliance who tried his best at healing a horde member. At least she thought it was a “he”, though she wasn’t quite sure… she had heard they come form the sky itself. Maybe the sky had different anatomy… never mind that; she thought and focused on the resurrection. She raised and had almost cut off her far sight and go and help the new one to resurrect the female warrior who lay there. When she noticed somewhat of a drunken something falter into the tavern and the moment after a forest troll kick in the door [I haven’t seen many doors in BB...not any that I recall actuelly O.o]. Oh-oh she thought this could be trouble. Still having activated her far sight skill she sat down and focused on the door, drinking what she had left of the melon juice…

<<< OOC >>>
Phew that was one long intro, I think I even beat the paladin o.O. and about the time, she does travel a lot in just one day I know, but the days and nights are very long on azeroth it seems. okay then there you have it^^ oh yeah and sorry about Hurklor, he is just my fav repair dude I had to do it. Hmm I didn’t find the OCC thread for this RP. Sorry for not letting you know that I joined. sorry

[davidpihl]

Name: Curun
Race: Undead
Class: Warlock
Appearance: Spikes of purple hair on his head. A cross bandana for his eyes.
Specialization: Affliction/Demonologic
Father: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Unknown
voice: ghosty and wierd

Curun Was in Grom/Gol as well. He saw this new traveller, He didn't feel safe anywhere, maybe that might explain why he is hiding in the shadows. He likes not to be seen. Curun wanders around with evil thoughts. He do not know who is friends is, nor enemies. Therefore, Curun expect all to be enemies. He walk away, fading in the shadows, letting out a silent laugh, followed by his minion imp's stupid talking.

Curun don't feel safe by this troll. He followed her to the harbor. still walking in the shadows. Hoped he was unseen. He took a cloak around himself, so that his head could not be seen, nor his feet. walking slowly around on the harbor. For some reason, he get visions, like he have been here before. He ends up outside the Tavern. He hear talking and chatting. When he steps inside this, house, he accidentially get a foot outside in the visible. Everybody is looking at him, and his foot. He hurry to the bar, were he sees a human and a Tauren talk. He places himself in a corner far away from everybody. asking for nothing else, than a bit of meat and some water.
He watches the orc, stumpling around the room drunk. Asks the bartender, not to give him, what he gave the orc.

He talks to his invisible minion, the Imp Kul'zah; We are not welcome in this foreign place, we are not welcome.
Everybody again tries to secretly look at him, why is he talking to himself?

[tabstercat]

Name: Heftor Glorvskik
Race: Dwarf
Spec: Stabbing

Swinging his axe madly he brought it down on to the Scarlet Conjouers Body!
"Die you Cursed Scareltes"
he Struck And Struck Again Until The Monastery was cleared

That should do it
Now I just have to Do BT...

[Yemandja]

Vadjro almost coughed up all her melon juice as she sees one of the forsaken suddenly appear right in front of the taverns entrance. As she tries to regain her breath she watches him hurry inside, curious getting the best of her she cuts off her far sight and takes shape of a ghostly wolf and run towards the tavern.

At the entrance she stops, lurking in she sneaks under the tables while her senses are fully focused on everything in the room... where is the one with the spiky hair, she wonders.

After no luck finding him without making it too obvious that she is looking for someone she lies down next to the wall, out of the way of everybody... waiting for him to show himself again or something else to happen

[IcarusoftheWorld]

Name: Capizel
Race: Blood Elf
Class: Mage
Specialization: Elemental Fusion (Therefore, Frost and Fire, with a bit of Arcane thrown into the mix)
Father: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Silvermoon City

As he scanned the horizon in front of him, he sighed from atop his swift Hawkstrider, Atheros. Spotting a tavern a few hundred feet away he urged Atheros into a light run, halting him outside the tavern and stabling him nearby.

Pulling down the hood of his robes (Tirisfal regalia) he walked through the door of the tavern, taking in the various occupants, the cowled undead in the corner, the young tauren and the human, he strode up to the bartender, winking companionably "A decanter of wine, if you please, and some talbuk venison if you have any, otherwise, whatever's your best meat...I'll be over there", he pointed, indicating a table at the left
side of the room, "thanks. Don't hurry too much, I have time."

Still with a grin on his face, he sat down at the table he'd pointed out and unhitched his staff from his back, propping it against the table, taking out a tome on Arcane magic, he started reading, waiting for his refreshments, so he could continue on to the Caverns of Time..

[Yemandja]

*vadjro frowned as she sniffed in the air around her. With a small growl as she let her paws strech, ripping som of the claws sunk into the wooden floor. No one could understand the wolf tounge she snarled to her slef (hmpf! wretched Felmagic. disrespect ta da Loa) she shifted uneasy again looking after the source of the stench... it was well hidden'