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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....
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.
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.
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!"
"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"
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?"
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?"
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.
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
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.
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