Post by izlude on May 1, 2008 5:45:43 GMT -5
( OOC : Anyone is welcome to join, a rough idea is set in motion for this RP and i shall lead the RP in that direction, however, play your own character as you wish, for there is plenty of room for improvisation! )
The small town of Brean lies to the West of Salamander. Full of travelling adventures and few permanent residents. The town acts as a pit stop for those passing through. Very few call it home, however large hotels allow accommodation to any in need. In the centre of the town lies its most famous attraction, The Brean Tavern. Most who pass through the small fortified town stop for a meal and/or an ale.
Passing through was DSJ. With a mission to head into the Mountains to the North, The Summoner took refuge in the town. Days of travelling and fighting thieves along the way had taken its toll. His guide had been killed and the Mage seeked a new one in the only place left in the road.
After securing a room for the night at one of the many hotels. DSJ made haste to the world famous Brean Tavern, hoping to find a guide and perhaps some muscle for his trip, knowing perfectly well what lied ahead.
Apon entering the dim Tavern, DSJ noticed it was quite packed, however, one table stood out from the rest. In the far corner, a small war party of barbarians were indulging in a roast, empty ale glasses lay all around the table and they carried on with dunked slurs and laughter. A Smile crept across the Summoner's face as these were some of the men he seeked.
After ordering an ale, DSJ crept into a nearby seat to eve's drop on their conversation, however, they made no sense. Now the waiting game was played, hopefully soon someone of interesting proportion would enter the Tavern.
The small town of Brean lies to the West of Salamander. Full of travelling adventures and few permanent residents. The town acts as a pit stop for those passing through. Very few call it home, however large hotels allow accommodation to any in need. In the centre of the town lies its most famous attraction, The Brean Tavern. Most who pass through the small fortified town stop for a meal and/or an ale.
Passing through was DSJ. With a mission to head into the Mountains to the North, The Summoner took refuge in the town. Days of travelling and fighting thieves along the way had taken its toll. His guide had been killed and the Mage seeked a new one in the only place left in the road.
After securing a room for the night at one of the many hotels. DSJ made haste to the world famous Brean Tavern, hoping to find a guide and perhaps some muscle for his trip, knowing perfectly well what lied ahead.
Apon entering the dim Tavern, DSJ noticed it was quite packed, however, one table stood out from the rest. In the far corner, a small war party of barbarians were indulging in a roast, empty ale glasses lay all around the table and they carried on with dunked slurs and laughter. A Smile crept across the Summoner's face as these were some of the men he seeked.
After ordering an ale, DSJ crept into a nearby seat to eve's drop on their conversation, however, they made no sense. Now the waiting game was played, hopefully soon someone of interesting proportion would enter the Tavern.