Evan's Campaign [IC]

[Oroboros1337]

It's a bright and sunny morning in Border Town this day. Clouds fill the sky, forming entertaining shapes like horses, gryphons, and sky castles to the delight of few children that live in the town, as well as providing occasional shade from the sun. It's late morning, noon soon to be upon the town. People are hard at work, but starting to look for how they will fill their bellies at lunch. For adventurers, there is one obvious place for that, the Enchanted Centaur Inn. It is an inn that caters directly to the adventuring crowd and run by Tessa and Elric, a brother and sister adventuring combination that made their small fortune and retired. According to Elric, the inn is named after him, but his sister scowls whenever the topic comes up. It's ground floor is dedicated to a tavern while the upper rooms are reserved for guests to rent.

Today, the tavern itself has many people stopping in, some of them adventurers, but most of them just people who like to rub elbows with them while snatching a bite to eat. The kitchen is known for occasionally having house specials for one day only based upon some exotic kill that an adventurer has brought in, like hydra steaks, or an appetiser called 'ettercap balls', though nobody asks too closely what those actually are lest they ruin their love of the treat. Today, the special seems to be Salamander Stew.

Posted upon one wall is the rather infamous Quest Board, where townsfolk seeking aid can post a notice calling adventurers to their banner and promising rewards for their services. A bard seems to be in residence as well, a rather dashing tall human man with a lute in his lap and a golden voice while he sings songs about adventurous derring do. A table full of young ruffians has taken up a spot by the door and is engaging in a boisterous game of dice. There are a pair of town guardsmen wearing the crest of the Lionheart Empire making the rounds of the room and talking with people while they have their meals. A company of dwarves has taken up a table near the bar and are all rather into their drinks right now, even for dwarves , at this time of day. The table is half covered with emptied mugs of mead. They are wearing the rough clothes of labourers.

For adventures ill inclined to go for lunch, the market place is currently in full swing. Merchants from all around are working their stalls, trying to sell everything from fruit, to new clothes, to weapons for self defence, to protective amulets and charms. An unusual guest is there, a fortune teller has set up their tent in the market and is offering to read people's fortunes for a fee. As always, the Ruins of Lemias lay waiting for daring souls to explore them in search of treasure.

[BlueLight]

Mar looks around the crowded room. She wonder how many people here would be willing donors for her work.
Her mind raced how she would get men and ever women to help but decides to forgo that plan. She heads to the Bulletin board and looks to see what quest there are.

(Reminds me of fairtail and Rooie monster quest RP)

[napsii]

Michiko Yukimura, self-described Kunoichi-without-a-daimyo practically melted from excitement as the midday neared. Border Town, compared to the inked illustrations of grand castles and charming hamlets penned into her favorite book Yuki-Yuki's Introduction To Ninjutsu, it was unimpressive, but she was keen enough, at least to recognize its potential as but the baseplate for honor, excitement and perhaps wealth. Her coin purse, which was concealed somewhere in the folds of her "modest" clothing, was skimpy but the off times the girl worked as some type of assassin, scout or enforcer kept it from being empty. Presumably not enough to buy anything of value, however, so she shied from the marketplace.

She abhorred theft from the lower class. Not a tenet she had engineered herself, of course, but an ideal she'd managed to gleam from her book after a tiring hour of translation courtesy of a scholar. If that's what they'd do, the young Kunoichi thought as she walked with a hand on her sword grip into the local tavern, Then I should probably do that too, right?

She had taken an early lunch break, but that didn't stop her from being thirsty and she gravitated towards the bartop sooner or later.

Michiko was never fond of being a mercenary. Ironing out some trivial issue for money...the thought of doing that as a career had not appealed to her. She understood it was common for the ninja she tried to emulate to have a daimyo, a lord, and not be mere wanderers. Who wouldn't have use for a Kunoichi of her caliber, anyway? A sheriff? A duke or a duchess? Maybe even the monarchy?

Not yet. It seemed as close as she was getting was laymen who had money.

She panned around as she took a seat on a stool at the far end of the bar with her hands resting lazily between her thighs, eying the variety of characters here. The tavern was jolly and liberal with its atmosphere. Not like the uptight royal courts of the land where ninja came from, as she understood. She was grateful for that, in a way, so long as there weren't bar fights going on. Which, with those dwarves drinking and the likelihood of those ruffians cheating each other out of their money seemed likely to break out in the next several minutes.

She checked that her ninjato was still there. It was. And her grappling hook, comb and torch as well located somewhere in the hammerspace.

The young "ninja" blinked and awaited in silence for the barkeeper to arrive. She wasn't the fondest of alcohol, but this establishment had more "mild" beverages on its menu. Some even from the land of ninja! Well, not true brews, but a close imitation. It was as good as it got.

[Icaelus]

The doors of the tavern opened with a bang, to reveal a..glass of water on the floor. The glass of water soon went poof in a cloud of smoke, almost cartoon fashion, revealing a grown adult man in some very weird clothes and a top hat.
"Blast it, yer lousy grimoire! Ye be walking the plank when me gets meself a ship!"
The man glared at a book in his hands, stowing it in his coat pocket as he walked over to a table and sat down, waving to one of the bar wenches.
"Wench! Get me here a mug o' ale! Be qui- Ahem."
He cleared his throat once, rubbing it like it seemed rather uncomfortable.
"Right. Pirates are just so crude..ah, and as I was saying, a glass of your finest ale, please. And make it quick."
He smiled genially as he patted the grimoire in his coat pocket, glancing around to see if there was any other persons of interest. A rather..shapely if I may say so myself, female ninja walked into the bar and sat herself at the far end of it, waiting for the barkeeper to arrive.

[Lady Foxy]

Chloe had been performing her usual dance, improving it from time to time and adding a little 'extra' finale at the end if possible. It all helped her profits in the end, although the tavern had quite the lively audience. She began to breathe deeply and thus.. Chloe began to dance exotically, her curves moving according to the rhythm of the local bard's song.. She moved swiftly across the tables, being careful not to disturb anyone or disturb her own dance.. But, one of the reasons she didn't stay put in a little stage or corner were because some people around always had money pouches or such on the loose..

With a smile she approached the bard, dancing around him as she winked. ''Hey again, how did your morning go? Do the crowds seem more lively to you today?'' Chloe had gotten used to chat with the local bard since he helped her by setting up a fine tune or two. After all, he did offer quite the nice tip sometimes.

[Sortaix]

Sierra was busy looking over the town as she made her way to the tavern. She had heard there were treasures and adventures galore in this town, so she had come to make her fortune. She intended to make it rich as an adventurer then go back to her hometown and spend the rest of her life studying magic and all its mysteries. She might even make herself the town mayor or something, that would be quite a sight. She carefully walked inside the rather full, and beautiful tavern as she observed her surroundings. She saw a group of dwarves getting drunk, some ruffians playing a dice game, a few guards roaming around asking questions, a ninja woman in the corner. Wow, how often do you see a dang ninja? She also saw a very weird man with a book ordering a drink, as well a sort of dancer talking to a bard. But none of these things mattered to her when, to her delight, she spied the quest board. Sierra then quickly walked on over to the board, looking to see what quests are available at this very moment, her mind already beginning to wonder what kind of rewards she might claim from these adventures.

[daxtinator396]

Dax wandered about the town looking to and fro on a whim before his stomach decided he wanted a bite to eat. So with his hood up agianst the beating sun he begin to make his way to the tavern in hopes of a delicious meal as he smiled charmingly at the many people he passed with greetings of 'hello!' 'Good morning Miss!' and even 'How do you do Sir! Spare a coin for a lone wanderer?' He eventually approached the crowded tavern and upon stepping inside pullled back his hood and let his eyes adjust to the low light level inside before sitting down at the bar. "Miss what you have to eat this fine morning?" He asks the taverness as she wanders about the tavern.

[Angel_Slayer_Alcatraz]

Daeris had nothing to do that needed her immediate attention so she decided that she would go to the tavern, she had no reason behind this but to just go, she walks Into the tavern quietly

[dndman997]

Sasuka waited in the shadows looking at the crowd before silently moving towards the quest board to check it out. after reading it over and decided to head over to the tavern for something to drink

[Rooiehaan #2]

"Yo yo yo~! Which one of you dumb looking sons-of-a-chimeara is ready to do some treasure huntin'?!"
Out from one of the toilets came a young woman, obviously elven in appearance. Green hair, armor in a leaf-like patter and quite the mouth; yep, she was an elf all right. and it seemed she was interesting in teaming up with some adventurers to go out treasure hunting.
"Oy, you chicks over there! Don't be dumbstruck-starin' at that questin' board, ya know i'm sayin? Team up with little old moi and i'll bloody-right guarantée you gold by the buckets! Hell, gold by the chésts if you know i'm sayin! So step up y'all, or ya'll be missin' that gold train, baby!"
She walked out of the doorway leading to the toilets and hugged Sierra from behind to stare over her shoulder at the quest board. "Found some' ya like, sweet-buns? Cuz i'll take ya on ta see who's the betta explora, right~?"

[Sortaix]

Sierra quickly grabbed the strange hands around her and extended her claws enough to show whoever it was that they were sharp. She then pulled them off of her and over her head as she spun to look the unknown person in the face. She was a little surprised to see what was apparently an elven woman, clad in green. Sierra then let go of the womans' hands and spoke to her.
"Well the only reason I came to this town was for gold and treasure. If you think you can deliver on that promise I am in. Oh, and just for the record, randomly groping and hugging unsuspecting people might get you hurt elf."
Sierra then summoned a flames to her hand and stated.
"My name is Sierra. I am a fire mage, pleased to meet you."
She then dispersed the flames and extended her hand in greeting to the elf.

[Zender_Solarheart]

Joseph walks into the tavern with a smile of relief gracing his expression. He had just recently bested a few thugs in an alleyway, who were looking to rob a small trinket store in the marketplace...witless ruffians, the lot of them. Then again, who would expect that a man they had a few inches over in height would be so skilled with non-lethal swordplay...or be able to summon short-swords on a whim, for that matter? As a reward for his efforts, the shop owner gave him some rather nice coinage, certainly enough for a few decent meals...apparently, the store's size betrayed the wealth therein.

Anyhow, he takes a look around the joint, mostly seeing the general sights, but can pick out a few unique points of interest. First off, there's the..."colorful" fellow over at a table by his lonesome; a ninja over yonder at the bar, who appears engrossed in her own thoughts; a Neko male also at the bar; a wolf-like fire magus and an elf apparently having an..."interesting" first encounter, though he won't bother them unless it erupts into a fight; and an exotically-dressed dancer whom his eyes find quite...oh wait, she's chatting with the bard...

Oh well, you win some, and you lose some. Though, it might not be too late to try, so Joe sits down at the vacant table nearest to her that he can find, and calls over to one of the barmaids: "S'cuze me miss, but may I have some ale over here?" While he is indeed thirsty after the thug encounter from earlier, he's also using this as a subtle way to provide the dancer with a way to notice him. He also leaves her with a rather open view of the top of his chest - visible from the unbuttoned section of his shirt - as he reclines in the chair, though such a maneuver is entirely unintentional. Truth be told, he has some pretty well-toned muscle on him: not overdone like a bodybuilder's, but nothing to sneeze at, either. It developed naturally with his sword-training and adventurous line of work.

[Rooiehaan #2]

"Leyaniin, hooka!" The elf grins, only slightly pulling an eyebrow at the sight of the girl's claws. "guess we're the ones who's gonna show these punks how its done!"
Her natural enthousiasm dropped when seeing Sierra's flame. "H-hey now, hooka! Don't go burnin' down the house, now! Excitement is good, but forest fires are a no go, yo!"
She swirled around, and eyed the bar. "Anyone else got enough cojones ta go down with me 'n Goldilocks? c'mon now, don't be scared o' little ol Moi?"

[daxtinator396]

Dax turns back, abondoning his hopes of a meal since the place was just too busy, and looks at the display and decides it couldn't hurt to tag along with the two fine ladies. He walks over to the two and gives a flourishing bow," Dax at your service and I wouldn't mind tagging along if you woulnd't mind having me Misses."

[dndman997]

after arriving into the tavern Sasuka went and sat in the darkest corner she could find. watching everyone intently and listening for anything intriguing

[Angel_Slayer_Alcatraz]

Daeris noticed the man with the katana and sensed he was a skilled fighter and made up an excuse to sit with him

[Zender_Solarheart]

Noticing the elf Blade-Master heading over to sit down with him, Joseph scoots over a chair for her to sit in. She looks quite skilled in her own right, even by elven standards...and one of her swords looks quite familiar...

Speaking of swords and skilled fighters, Joe can't help but recall that pouch of money he got from the store clerk, and checks it once to make sure he hasn't been pick-pocketed. It's not that easy to miss, after all...

[napsii]

Michiko was careful not to eye anyone here with partiality nor contempt. Not only was it a hassle to have to deal with someone who decided to engage in a feud with you, it was equally as disruptive to have to suppress the horrible pick-up lines of any drunk bargoer.

Though it was easiest of all to cut their hands off when they couldn't keep them to themselves.

The two most colorful figures in the building -- the green garbed elf and the book-toting, vibrantly-dressed man sitting on the opposite end of the bartop who she was quite aware was eyeing her -- caught her attention for a moment, but she decided to distract herself with her favorite book so she wouldn't end up in a fight or in some guy's bed.

It took her several weeks to even translate the title of the medium sized leather bound tome, which had neatly inked pages of text and detailed illustrations. Of course, it only made it that more "cool" to have the neat looking foreign font etched into the cover.

She removed the bookmark and flipped to a series of illustrations on "proper etiquette in public places". Images of men and women bowing, kneeling and otherwise acting placid and cool-handed adorned most of the beige colored vellum pages. She had already read this part, of course, but noticed a small split in one corner of the page. It was torn!? No, it wasn't...two pages had been stuck together by weather and age. She hadn't noticed this before. There was a page she missed! Eager for its secrets she carefully split the two pieces apart so she could read the previously unseen page.

It was an illustration, entitled in that same foreign text: "Example of Pleasure to Daimyo" or something like that.

Michiko's cheeks then lit up pink with incredulity and embarrassment. It was a picture of a Kunoichi not unlike herself and her crass-looking lord engaging in an...um, less than savory act inside a bedroom.

She snapped the book shut. Okay, uh, right...she was flustered and doing a double-take quickly tucked the book back into hammerspace.

[Lady Foxy]

Chloe danced away freely from the bard, seeing that he kept on singing and playing his lute as she moved away to do her own thing. With a little glance there and then for any 'gold pouches on the loose', spotting a look from someone before she spotted a couple nearby. Ah, but they belonged to some guards.. Better not meddle with them. She swiftly and gracefully danced over to a young man that had been checking.. Well, his gold pouch.

As if nothing were simply happening, she noticed from the corner of her eyes that an elf woman was sitting on the opposite side of where he was.. Taking the opportunity, raising her right leg backwards and holding onto the upper part of the gold pouch with her right big toe and the one next to it.. Making a matching 'exotic' dance move before she tried to get away with it.. And from him, before he noticed..

''Don't notice it, go chat with that elf girl.. Come on..'' Chloe thought in her mind.

[Zender_Solarheart]

Joseph feels a very light brush against his waistline out of nowhere, looks behind him to check on it, and finds himself catching a clear view of the exotic dancer's well-toned and quite..."appealing" legs. Trying not to let his eyes wander mischievously, he attempts to draw his gaze up to her face...and catches sight of the pouch on her foot in the process. "Wow...clever, I'll give you that much..." He remarks, standing up and swiftly reclaiming the money-pouch. "Though, I didn't know the economy for dancers was this bad..."

Deciding that a little charity wouldn't hurt, he hands two coins of gold over to the dancer, out of the 12 he started with. "Consider it a gesture of charity. Your dancing is pretty impressive, after all." He says with a smile. She's a pretty good dancer, one has to admit...and one doesn't normally come so close to a flawless pick-pocket on Joe, even with looks like hers.