All Characters Welcome: The Pub ver 3.0 Meta RP and Character Workshop (Always Open)

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Meta RP and Character Workshop (Always Open)

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Inspired by The Pub 2.0. Credit for idea goes to Captainguy42.
May those in the previous Pub find joy knowing they inspired so much.

Introduction:

There are billions of stars in the universe, and multiverses that are yet to be discovered in our existence. In the center of those universes, lies a small dimension that, believe it or not ... has a built Pub. Any character from any universe may visit here, start up a conversation, and leave whenever they please. May it be a hero, a villain, alive or dead, they're more than free to attend the Pub to their heart's desire. Don't be a stranger, the Pub has infinite room for all to enjoy themselves!

Last version stopped running in 2013 so yeah ... time for an upgrade!

Purpose:

The purpose of this RP is to allow anyone to roleplay their character(s), practice how they behave and interact with others, and improve their grammar / writing skills! Be it seeing how characters act when sober, expressing themselves, breaking the 4th wall, letting them act outside of character, it matters not. What does matter is allowing people to allow their characters to be themselves (or change) and see what they can do to improve their characters.

The possibilities are endless!

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The Rules:

While there are a lot more leeway and freedoms within the Pub, there are still rules to follow. Breaking any of these will lead to warnings, and if pressed further, being banned from the Pub. With that said, here are the following rules!

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1. No Griefing / Harassing Others: While drama exists within the world to expand on character development and making the plot of the story more interesting, there are those who wish not to get involved in this. If a person has no desire for their character to interact with your character, then please do leave them be. Don't cut into a conversation and force your character to hog the conversation between an existing one unless given permission. If people complain about your actions, a PM will be sent your way about this. If you decide to ignore and press on, further action will be taken.

To get an idea about what grieving / harassing is, here is an example:
As Wesker and Bison are talking about their failure in taking over the world, suddenly Dante comes in and flips the table. Dante proceeds to kick / slap both villains across the face.

This is erupt, sudden, and has no lead up. Not only does this throw off what the other two people were building up, but breaks their immersion. If you wish to tangle with them, either introduce Dante and personally PM the two players if Dante may start a scene, or leave the two players be. Common sense is your friend, and if you feel you'll start a problem, it's best to act on that instinct.

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2. No God Modding: By no means should you ever take control of another person's character. Unless both of you agree, via PM or in posts that this is okay, do not say how a person's character reacts / interacts with your character. Only control your character, and wait for the other player to use their character in exchange.

Here's an example of God Modding:
Commander Shepard compliments Undyne about being a strong individual in her world. Undyne then leans over and kisses Shepard, liking how soft his lips are.

Not only did player 1 shift to controlling the other person's character, but did so in a way player 2 would likely never have their character do. Think of it as an RPG turn based game, where you make an action and give the other person time to react / do something about it. Again, be a civil person and only roleplay your characters, no one else's.

The Bartender is the only NPC that you're allowed to control, since he isn't owned by anyone. Use him wisely though.

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3. Give Others Time To Post: While it's perfectly okay to continue posting if it's just you and someone else, if there are multiple people involved and you're continuing to post, please don't go too far ahead. Give those other members time to react so it doesn't seem awkward when they get back and had been left out. People have school, work, and lives to attend to. If you've made 3 posts and noticed how the other members haven't responded yet while they're part of your group (conversation, activity, ect.) then please wait for them. It'll make everything so much smoother.

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4. Being Away Without Giving Notice: If a player goes inactive for 10 irl days (a week and 3 days) without posting in the Pub 3.0 thread and / or letting us know that they'll be away, their character(s) will be assumed to be passed out drunk, and sent back to their world safely. This is to ensure no one has to wait for someone unfairly and get left behind while the other members advance in posts. That very player is more than free to join the Pub once they're active again and get their characters engaged with the others.

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5. Escapist Rules Still Apply: What this means, is this isn't the Wild West. Please don't come in here going off-topic to derail the thread. It's perfectly fine to have a dark scene between characters, sexual conduct, and other elements that makes an RP great and mature, but we're still on The Escapist. No racism, no pictures of nudity, no excessive sex scenes (hints and sex jokes are acceptable), nothing that would otherwise get you a suspicion on the forums. Remember this is still moderated, and anything that breaks the Code of Conduct will get you in trouble from the higher ups. Also if you do anything that's report worthy, people may or will possibly report you for it so wary of your actions.

Here is an example of what's acceptable and what's NOT acceptable:
Acceptable - The waitress flashes a look at Geralt, with bedroom eyes. The Witcher slowly stands up, feeling he could use a good 'rub'. Both him and her walk into the bathroom, with the door being locked. Good luck to anyone needing to use it for an hour.

Unacceptable - Lara Croft bent over, hands holding onto the stool. Harry Potter unzipped his pants, let his shaft out and began to thrust it deep into her. Back and forth, he screwed her relentlessly.

Also bear in mind there are others who may get uneasy / uncomfortable around such content. Be courteous of others and think about what you want to do before executing it. The Pub is meant to explore character personalities and have fun, it isn't your personal Adult Hub to pleasure yourself too (but again it's acceptable to explore adult themes if done properly).

Things To Know About The Pub:

1. Rooms: The Pub is ENDLESS, meaning it can create rooms on a whim. If you want to fight a player and they agree, just walk into the 'Battle Royale' door and any place / time / world you desire, and it'll bring you there.
Example: Ulfric Stormcloak and George Washington went through the Battle Royale door, ending up in the broken down Whitehouse in the Fallout universe. From there, they readied themselves for a good fight.

Other rooms are the Main Pub (where you have drinks and chill while watching tv, playing pool, ect.), the Bar (where bartender is at), the Bathrooms, the Guest Rooms (where you sleep / have alone time with characters / the jest), Battle Royale (door that lets you fight other characters anywhere in the multiverse), the Supply Room (mostly for staff to get you an item that isn't a drink such as a certain food item that only exists in another world), and the Creation Room (a room that transforms into whatever you want it to be).

So again, here are the rooms:

    - The Main Pub
    - The Bathrooms
    - The Guests Rooms
    - The Battle Royale Room
    - The Supply Room
    - The Creation Room

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2. Leaving the Pub: When a character enters the Pub, they remember everything that happened to them, involving whatever happens in the Pub. However, once they leave the Pub back to their world ... they forget everything that happens in the Pub. It's only when they come BACK, do they remember the events that took place in the Pub last time.

Here's an example.
Big Hat Logan came into the Pub, memories coming back that he had a long discussion with Isaac Clarke about necromorphs. He than sat down, had a good Ale before leaving. Once he was back in Lordran in the Dark Souls world, he did not remember anything that happened in the Pub. Once he came back, he remembered both the necromorphs discussion and having an Ale.

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Character Limits: Although the Pub is vast and the Main Pub is pretty big, keep in mind that roleplaying a certain amount of characters can be tiring. While there isn't a 'limit cap' on how many characters you can bring into the Pub to interact with each other or others, it can get exhausting. This also means people will have a harder time tracking / remembering what characters are in the Pub currently. So do keep it simple if you can, and not go overboard with the characters. It's much better to focus on 1-2 characters at a time than 15 and get nowhere with their personalities, let alone make it a hassle for other people to follow up on who's there and who's active at the time.

Warning System:

1. First Warning: If you are causing a scene, as in getting people upset or breaking one of the established rules, a PM will be sent to you. A friendly one saying to please respect others and avoid doing such things in the future.

2. Second Warning: The second PM will be serious, actually asking you to stop or else there will be consequences. A suspicion from the Pub for 3 days, and so on. The suspicion can be much shorter if you're behaving and the people forgive you / pardon your past behavior.

3. Suspicion: Basically if you did something wrong a third time, you will be asked to not post in the Pub thread for 3 full days. After getting off suspicion, you will be given a 2nd suspicion if you end up breaking the rules once again. Ignoring this and breaking more rules after the 2nd suspicion will result in a permanent ban.

4. Ban: If you either post during your suspicion, or get in trouble after your second suspicion will lead you to being banned from the Pub. If you violate posting during the ban, moderators will be involved to personally remove any posts you make from there on out and punish you accordingly to the Escapist's Terms of Service.

These rules also applies to the GM (Caramel Frappe) so no one may abuse the system.

Thanks For Reading:

If you have any questions or concerns about the Pub, do notify Caramel Frappe about it via PM! Do not be afraid to ask or inform the GM about what's bothering you, this is meant to be a fun RP for people whom want to try out characters, even if they don't RP them elsewhere! Existing real life people, fictional characters, or your own made up character, they are all welcome to this Pub! Keep in mind you're not obligated to keep RPing, leave whenever you wish on your terms!

Oh and remember, you're in the Pub with other people so don't be "That Guy" ... no one likes "That Guy".

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Join The Pub 3.0 Group to talk with your friends outside the thread!
Check out The Pub 3.0 Character Sheets thread to post information about your character!

Current Characters:

This will serve the purpose in letting people know which characters are currently in the Pub, what they're currently doing, what room / event they're participating in, ect. That way, people will know exactly what's up and aren't forced to read through page after page, trying to figure out who's doing what. I'll also add a URL / link in their name for those to see what the character looks like / information about said character.

Here's an example of how it'll look for each character:

    Samurai Jack - Currently Active
    Where: Main Pub
    Activity: Ordering hot tea

    Batman - Currently Inactive
    Where: Left the Pub
    Activity: Fighting crime in his world

Here is the list of current characters within this thread:

    The Bartender - Currently Active
    Where: Main Pub
    Activity: Serving the customers

    Nadalia the Iron Queen - Currently Active
    Where: Main Pub
    Activity: Talking to Godric, FalloutJack, ect.

    Godric - Currently Active
    Where: Main Pub
    Activity: Talking to Nadalia, Enadar and Zalos

    Zalos - Currently Active
    Where: Main Pub
    Activity: Talking to Nadalia, Enadar, and Godric

    Hisser - Currently Active
    Where: Main Pub
    Activity: Talking to Enadar, Godric, ect.

    Enadar: - Currently Active
    Where: Main Pub
    Activity: Talk to Hisser, Ugolik, ect.

    FalloutJack - Currently Active
    Where: Main Pub
    Activity: Talking to Nadalia, Godric, ect.

    Ugolik - Currently Active
    Where: Main Pub
    Activity: Talking to Hisser, Enadar, ect.

    Lasiel - Currently Active
    Where: Main Pub
    Activity: Talking to Hisser, Ugolik, ect.

Nadalia took a minor sip of her estus flask, but let out a rather low sigh before placing her drink down. She rested her head against her palm, with those deep purple eyes staring into nothingness. The bartender, while busy cleaning the edge of a wine glass with a handkerchief, couldn't help but notice the lady looking rather unsatisfied.

"What's a beautiful lady like yourself looking all gloom today for?"

Nadalia didn't budge from her spot, but rather merely shifted her eyes onto the bartender himself.
"Seems my place on the Rising Dawn is dwindling. I cannot prove my worth in this current state."

"Rising Dawn? What might that be now?" He asked, pulling on the edge of his mustache in curiosity.
"It is a rather impressive flying ship named after the Rising Dawn, a team of powerful and talented beings whom stop at nothing to preserve world peace."

"So, heroes?"

"Not exactly. Some may find that title enlightening, others ... do not fit that description. Either way, we do what we can to take down anyone that is a threat to our world, if not the universe itself."

".. I see." While he was interested in what Nadalia had to say, there was a total of 1,000 bottles he needed to clean. After the bar fight between the Krogan and Locust, the damages were quite significant. With only one staff member, the bartender had to clean up the mess and ensure no glass was around for customers to step on. Luckily only Nadalia showed up to the Pub, for today seemed like it's slowest day yet. Not that it mattered, it existed in a timeless zone where a year could pass in the Pub, but it'd only be a second later in the world you came from. No one aged here, no one usually dies here either ... it was just a place to spend however long you wanted so long as no rules were broken.

The doors shifted slightly as a young man with a long scar across his face, cutting through the missing chunk on his nose and down his split lip, walked into the establishment. He took a seat behind Nadalia and crossed his arms. The bartender walked out from his place behind the bar and up to the young man.

"And what can I get for you today, sir?"

The young man grinned.

"Get me something strong. The king is dead and I wanna celebrate."

"And why are you celebrating your king's death? Was he an evil king?"

"No idea. He wasn't mine. But, despite all the rumors about his immortality, I was the first to kill one of the Kings of Umusion." He leaned back on the chair's back legs. "There really is nothing like a job well done, you know? Especially one considered impossible by others.

The bartender smiled. "Well, it's all a matter of perspective, young man." The bartender left to prepare the drink. "Now that you've killedd an immortal king, don't you think that people will be wanting to test your mettle against his killer?"

The young man tapped his temple with a finger. "You'd think that, but people in the country will be far too shaken by their unkillable king being offed that they'll be too busy fighting amongst themselves to consider that. A country of zealots can't really cope with their faith being defied so violently." He leaned back onto his chair's front legs and took out what appears to be a broken sabre refashioned to be a dagger. "Not to mention that my partner Hawkwood and I disguised ourselves as the Prince and his servant of a nearby state of similar religious leanings to carry out the order." He smiled softly, but there was no warmth in his eyes as he peered at the edge. "The job was so easy, and the look on his face as the princess, his daughter, left willingly with us!" He smiled widely and sheathed his blade as the bartender brought him his drink.

The Iron Queen wasn't really the kind of person to be nosy, and usually didn't care what conversations started up around her. It could of been about a million dollars stashed away somewhere, and it wouldn't even be enough for Nadalia to turn her head. But the moment the stranger and bartender talked about kings was something that definitely related to her.

Once the bartender brought the young man with a scar his requested drink, Nadalia ended up taking a seat across from him.
Although most people would wince at seeing the scar on this man's face, Nadalia didn't look at him any different than you'd see someone walking on the street. "... I don't mean to pry into such private affairs, but did thou'st really slay an immortal king?"

Before she could press on, the bartender did step next to Nadalia with the pending question, "Seems you have finished your drink, ma'dam. Would you like a refill, or something else that may end up sending you home early?" The tease got a chuckle out of Nadalia, but her response remained civil, "Another will be all."

"Very well. I'll be back shortly." With that, he took the empty estus flask from the counter and began making his way to the Storage Room to refill her flask. Nadalia turned to provide her attention for this stranger once more and continued her discussion with him. "Ah, where are my manners? My name is Nadalia, but you may also refer to me as the Iron Queen[1]. Do tell if you may, about this king. What would be the reason for a king to be slain, let alone one who could not die by any other means?"

[1] The link has a character sheet all dedicated in showing who Nadalia is and everything you would want to know about her.

The young man smiled. "That is a very long and complex story, my friend. But forgive my rudeness." He stood up, and bowed deeply. "The name's Godric, ma'am. And I believe that I may have misspoke about the mortality of my target. Immortal isn't the right word so much as..." He sat down, placing his elbow on the table and smiling deeply behind his hand. "Unkillable. You see, Nadalia, the country of Umusion is governed by a king chosen by their gods. When one is chosen in such a manner, they are granted certain... privileges. The most notable privilege here being that they are unable to be injured in a fight." He leaned in and held up one finger. "At all. Not a scratch, bruise, or even scrape will be suffered by the King when engaging in combat. Such is the sign of one selected by their gods to rule the country as they see fit. The Boon of Umus, He of Protection and Right to Rule." He grabbed his drink and drank.

"That's not to put down their skill as a fighter on their own. A King has to never lose a fight. When one dies, however they are supposed to, a tournament is held to determine who next holds the Boon given by Umus. When a victor is found with nary a scratch on them, they are crowned. This past king was notable in of himself, as his daughter was also granted the Boon of Pynera, she of Radiance and Worship. The ability to draw strength from the prayers of those around her. And she left!"

He chuckled and sighed. "But I'm getting off track. The contract itself was issued by a neighboring country Ereria. Don't know why, but I don't really care." He smirked and placed his half-sabre on the table. "The half that I had been given was simple: I was to gain entrance into Capital city. My job was to masquerade as a visiting Prince of another city within the country who was due to be wed to the princess. You know, to get close to the guy to cut his throat. It was meant to be a tribute to the Gods, as he was the Prince of the Forgelands, the realm of Pyrrhus, who himself was wed to Pynera. A reenactment of an event that helped shape the world as they knew it." He held up the sabre and shook it. "This was his blade and the blade that took the King's life. The other half of the job was to pour some kind of substance in a sack that we had been given into the King's food. They said that it would weaken him to the point where he would be unable to fight at his best and be defeated. And even though he found out that I wasn't the Prince and attacked me, I still managed to kill him." He downed the rest of his drink and slammed the mug on the table. "Hey, I'd say that's even better. I got to kill the King granted the Boon of Umus in one on one combat. A feat literally unheard of!"

He waved to the bartender for another drink. "But, again, as for the reason, I wasn't told. Maybe they told my order's contact, but they felt it was best to keep this information from me. It makes no difference, though. We still pulled it off without a hitch and came out of it with a new recruit!"

He waved to the bartender for another drink. "But, again, as for the reason, I wasn't told. Maybe they told my order's contact, but they felt it was best to keep this information from me. It makes no difference, though. We still pulled it off without a hitch and came out of it with a new recruit!" Right as he finished his story, the bartender came with his newly fresh drink, handing it down perfectly onto the table. It was filled to the very brim, but did it swiftly without a single drop being spilt.

Nadalia tugged gently on his sleeve, wanting to know, "Ah, forgot to ask you as well ... what may we call you by?"

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"Oh me? Well, if you insist on knowing, people around here have given me a rather fetching name. The Bartender."

He gave a cheeky smile, not an overzealous one but enough to give her the impression he was pulling her leg at this point. Nadalia rolled her eyes, before pretending that the conversation never happened. "Godric, was it? To best a man who was blessed by the almighty is a feat in itself, let alone come out unscathed. Does make me wonder, why did his daughter abandon the king during the face of danger? Was their bond not strong enough for her to willingly stay and defend thine honor?"

The Iron Queen took a sip of her estus flask, savoring the taste. While the juice was more for healing the undead, it definitely was a fine drink when you had a masterful bartender place alcohol and other substances into the mix. "Taking down a king is no easy task, especially one that was favored by the gods. Surely, your reward must of been a hefty one, yes?"

stepping through the door to the pub a young man looking about 20 with a scar along his left eye and a large sword on his back looks at the bartender and says rather calmly "ok what the hell happened? were am I and what the hell am I doing here?"
looking at the other two people in the bar he then says "also if you be so kind as to hand me a scotch on the rocks while you explain what's going on I haven't had a decent drink in a few years

"I imagine that being raised as a religious figure and being denied one's childhood and freedom as a child would no doubt have a negative effect on her worldview. But, if I had to wager a genuine guess as to what would compel her to do so, it would have to be her just being a generally unpleasant person, given her aptitude for conversation." Godric leaned back into his chair and stared into the ceiling. "Freedom entices all, no matter the background. Freedom to seize one's destiny by the collar and shove your tongue down its throat, making it your own. She saw an opportunity and took it. I would have done the same." He raised his newly filled glass, spilling some of it on the table and drinking deeply. "To her credit, the King, according to rumors, was never the best father. A ruler chosen by the gods, yes, but that doesn't necessarily guarantee his abilities in other respects. She was about to be married off to someone she's never even met for the sake of pleasing his Gods. Pleasure that would have faded and left her in a loveless marriage with a man who'd rather dig ditches than even so much as look his killers in the eye.

"As for the reward, while it was hefty in of itself, most of it went to my superiors. I received my standard stipend, but the recognition from my now former peers is a much more meaningful reward for me. And even if that doesn't suit your fancy..." Godric unsheathed his sabre and flipped it in his hand. "This blade is by far one of the most well-forged weapons I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing in my whole life! My smith had a Damnation of a time fixing it for me, snapping off the blade while keeping the integrity solid, but when it was done, I had the best blade I've ever wielded. Those Forgelanders certainly know how to make weapons. That Prince put up a fight, but it was worth it for this beauty."

He waved over to the newcomer and patted a nearby seat. "Come! Sit! Drink! Look at my new blade! Celebrate the greatest accomplishment in my world's history!" he said, eyeing the newcomer's sword. "And maybe tell us a little about your sword, hm?"

'well ok then I guess ill have to wait for a bit on my drink anyways. a fine sword that seems to be but, and I truly don't mean anything hurtful by this, I doubt it would last more then a second if it crossed with mine"
remembering his manners "sorry but before I tell you about my blade I should introduce myself, I am Dragono lord of the dragoon, keeper of the five points and guardian of the gate of exile, leader and founder of the dragoon alliance and king of Dragonea, but you can just call me zalos cause that's pretty long winded' he said with a smug look on his face.

as to my blade, well to be honest its made of oynixium, stronger then anything known to man or dragoon and like all weapons made of this material only I can wield it, as I was the one chosen by it"

A new figure comes to the doorway, his hood up and traveler's cloak ruffling around his slight frame in the breeze. He tilts his head quizzically before closing the door. He opens it again, sticks his head in and looks around quickly before closing the door again. He repeats this about half a dozen times before he finally enters the Pub.

"Whoo!" he laughs in astonishment. "I don't know whether to raise my glass to Desna or Caiden for this one, but whichever is responsible certainly deserves it!"

Even under the hood, it's almost impossible to miss the man's disbelieving grin as he walks through the room, his green eyes twinkling with excitement as he looks around.

"As to my blade, well to be honest its made of oynixium, stronger then anything known to man or dragoon and like all weapons made of this material only I can wield it, as I was the one chosen by it" Before Nadalia had the chance to join the conversation, the bartender came along, a good posture and a welcoming smile to Zalos.

"My humble apologies, for I was busy polishing the last set of tables in the right hand corner. If I am not mistaken, you were asking about this place? Seems you have stumbled onto my lovely little Pub.... It's quite nice, isn't it?" He pointed to the man, while explaining in full, "You have entered The Pub. Mind you, it's not just any Pub, hence why I have called it 'The' Pub. It's the only Pub you can find within the center of the universe. Only those with absolute determination, willpower, and spirit can find the portal to this place. I dare say, only a hundred out of a billion souls even get to walk here in their lifetime if not their great grandson's time."

Eyeing the hooded figurine near the door, he mentioned with a firm but charming tone, "You there, would you care to have anything to drink? No rush though, you have all of eternity to decide what'd you like to have." He softly laughed at his little statement before turning to Zalos. "The same applies to you, of course. I shall get you that scotch now, made in the heart of Ireland. You'll love it, i'm sure of it." Saying that, he went off behind the counter to ready the best scotch in his line of alcohol, while Nadalia had something to say about the two men before her.

"Pardon me, but I keep fumbling around that word you speak of. 'Dragoon' ... don't you mean dragon? Those beastly creatures, capable of scorching the land with a single breath. Surely this is what you speak of?" Little did she know, there was an infantry of warriors riding on horses that were called Dragoons. Although from her time period, she had oversized reptilians that once ruled the world when there was no fire, no life, nothing. Humanity soon rose to power and fought the dragons in an ancient war, but that's another story entirely. Nadalia provided Godric with a gaze at his weapon and than scanned Zalos's weapon. This led up to Nadalia placing her weapon onto the table, expressing her glee of it's presence, "My sword was forged by yours truly, imbued with a fire that could melt flesh from being in range. I, Nadalia, crafted this in solace, to overtake the throne in Alonne that once belonged to a king. A rather powerful man, but had fallen long before of my arrival. Perhaps one day, we shall test each other in arms. It would be a glorious battle indeed." That's when Nadalia spotted the newcomer, and was interested in this stranger.

"Come forth, there is plenty of room at this table. Enough for a good dozen men, women, and children if needed be. Does thee come with a sheathed weapon as well?"

The bartender's question leaves the cloaked figure sheepish for a second. "Oh yeah, a drink. Um...I'll have an ale. Oh, and could I have a small bowl of water too?"

His attention is then drawn to the table. "Come forth, there is plenty of room at this table. Enough for a good dozen men, women, and children if needed be. Does thee come with a sheathed weapon as well?"

"Ah, thank you. It's nice to find people so welcoming." He swivels out a chair and takes a seat. "No, no sheathed weapons, I'm afraid. Just my walking stick." He hefts the quarterstaff for emphasis before laying it against the table. "Blades...well they don't really work for me.".

"Oh, forgive me." The man finally lowers his hood, revealing his olive skin, pointed ears, long black hair...and the bat calmly riding on top of his head. "I don't come into places like this often, so it tends to slip my mind. I'm Enadar. Nice to meet'cha all." He points to the little rider perched on him. "And this is Mina." On cue, the bat squeaks.

"I don't come into places like this often, so it tends to slip my mind. I'm Enadar. Nice to meet'cha all." He points to the little rider perched on him. "And this is Mina." On cue, the bat squeaks.

".. May I pose thee a question? .. Art thou a creature of the air, but a mammal too? How can this be?" Nadalia leaned over, examining the bat. Never in her lifetime had she seen a bat. None really existed in her world, so seeing this for the first time was like when scientists discovered germs actually existed back then. "I-"

Yet again, the bartender came into the picture, with a rather luxurious looking bottle of scotch, an ale that seemed standard to the common folk, and of course, a little bowl of water. He figured it was for Enadar's companion, but he didn't want to assume if otherwise. "The bottle's on me. Shouldn't enjoy the finest scotch on the market without the bottle it was brewed in. And as for you sir, enjoy this refreshing ale~" He gently placed all three down without even struggling, never causing any of the two bottles to vibrate since his hands were insanely steady. Even the bowl had no ripples going through it, the water looking clear as day when set. This puzzled the Iron Queen, trying to understand just how this man was so masterful in his work.

".. Oh, it dawned onto me I got sidetracked by trivial matters. So tell me, Enadar, what do I make of this trimmed branch? There must be more too it than to place one's weight on, correct? By the way, allow me to introduce myself before it gets lost in the vocals. My name is Nadalia, but thou may go by my other name, the Iron Queen. It is rather nice seeing such interesting beings before me in one particular place." Nadalia said, raising her flask as a gesture of good will.

Through the warmth of the depths of the cozy tavern there comes a breeze. It stirs like a living thing itself, making it's presence known to those gathered as a sense of unease, a disruption to the calming aura the grand hall has been long used to fostering.

The gust is a harbinger of a new arrival...for, before one of the many crackling hearths that dots the interior, where there once was nothing, there now is a being. A chill mist dances about a gaunt but slowly rising frame, draped in stitched fabrics from a dozen materials and makes, cultures and climes, yet for all of it's abundance the makeshift robes do not cover all of the massive, taut coils of what seems to be a huge serpent's tail, mottled in all the browns of autumn's last gasp, nor the inhuman, night-taloned hands that depend from the ragged cloth sleeves. No, only the visage of this being is still covered, lost in the blackness of the hood.

It rises to a height just past human, maybe 8 feet, then, with tail still writhing, the being settles, to seem to engulf the nearest bench to the flames. A voice that barely rises above a whisper and yet is as clear as a trumpet, murmurs "...Aaah, the Pub... sso be it. A resst would do me well. Bartender?"

'yes my fair lady like dragons' he said with a chuckle,"though were I come from there are not any true dragons left only those of us decedent from them, though a few of my more rowdy comrades could in fact be called beastly and have scorched a field or two with a single breath after too many drinks" laughing even harder and taking a drink. it was at this time his cloak opened reviling it wasn't a cloak but wings that surrounding him his tail twitching at his waist. 'oh dear lord this is great scotch!' noticing his wings had opened "oh shit, sorry if I grazed any of you with those still not used to having wings"

"Creature of the...well yeah. She's a bat. Don't they have bats where you come from?" As the latest round of drinks arrive, Enadar lets the little thing crawl onto his hand and sets her by the water bowl. He inclines his head gratefully to the barkeep.

The elf habitually studies the ale for a moment, giving it a small swirl, sniffing it. He even quickly scans the room before taking a tentative sip, followed soon by a bolder swallow as his companion starts to lap at the water.

".. Oh, it dawned onto me I got sidetracked by trivial matters. So tell me, Enadar, what do I make of this trimmed branch? There must be more too it than to place one's weight on, correct? By the way, allow me to introduce myself before it gets lost in the vocals. My name is Nadalia, but thou may go by my other name, the Iron Queen. It is rather nice seeing such interesting beings before me in one particular place." Nadalia said, raising her flask as a gesture of good will."

Enadar laughs heartily, meeting the toast before drinking again. "No, I'm afraid not, Nadalia. I suppose you could hit someone with it, but it's just a stick. A good stick, but a stick all the same. Is it really so strange that I do not carry a weapon? Surely you have met those who do not require them?". He punctuates this with a small gesture, conjuring a small orb of light into existence. At this, Mina turns to face him, earning a slight flinch from the elf.

"...Aaah, the Pub... sso be it. A resst would do me well. Bartender?"
The spellcaster's ears twich at the sound of a new arrival. And his eyes light up with curiosity when he sees it. Evidently forgetting himself, he rushes to greet the new arrival, his orb of light still floating by the table. "Hello there! What are you? No wings so you aren't a couatl. Arms and torso, you aren't a naga...Will you be joining us for drinks? Please tell me you will be joining us for drinks." He gestures happily towards the table.

Enadar laughs heartily, meeting the toast before drinking again. "No, I'm afraid not, Nadalia. I suppose you could hit someone with it, but it's just a stick. A good stick, but a stick all the same. Is it really so strange that I do not carry a weapon? Surely you have met those who do not require them?". He punctuates this with a small gesture, conjuring a small orb of light into existence. At this, Mina turns to face him, earning a slight flinch from the elf.

"Fascinating. I've never seen someone simply create a ball of light from thin air!" He looked at the staff and frowned. "In my world, those who wield staves are followers of Edera, She of Combat and Prowess, but even they are unable to utilize such interesting feats. Tell me, how might I learn such tricks, and what else are you capable of?"

"Hello there! What are you? No wings so you aren't a couatl. Arms and torso, you aren't a naga...Will you be joining us for drinks? Please tell me you will be joining us for drinks." He gestures happily towards the table.

Seeming to rouse itself from the torpor before the fire, the creature awkwardly shifts to face Enadar.

"Hmmm? Why, by the Wheel'ss Turning, one of the Fae... and as curiouss as ever, caution be damned. That warmss my ssoul, if indeed, I have one."

The bulk of the creature slowly begins to rise, just as the Bartender sidles up to the pair. At first warmly looking upon the two, the enigmatic barkeep's features suddenly grow cool when his eyes squint at the newcomer, ascertaining something that does not agree with the good merchant.

The response from the newcomer is curt.

"I would have my... usual, if there is any to have, and if it has been freely given."

The Bartender's lips go thin, and he pales in the light of the magical orb, but he nods nonetheless.

Slowly, the dark shadow of the creature turns to face Enadar.

"Lead the way, if you would sstill have me," it murmurs in a warmer tone.

"Hmmm? Why, by the Wheel'ss Turning, one of the Fae... and as curiouss as ever, caution be damned. That warmss my ssoul, if indeed, I have one."

The bulk of the creature slowly begins to rise, just as the Bartender sidles up to the pair. At first warmly looking upon the two, the enigmatic barkeep's features suddenly grow cool when his eyes squint at the newcomer, ascertaining something that does not agree with the good merchant.

The response from the newcomer is curt.

"I would have my... usual, if there is any to have, and if it has been freely given."

The Bartender's lips go thin, and he pales in the light of the magical orb, but he nods nonetheless.

Slowly, the dark shadow of the creature turns to face Enadar.

"Lead the way, if you would sstill have me," it murmurs in a warmer tone.

"dear lord are you one of the soulless?" shifting a bit so his sword is covered by his wings "best you not get too close to may blade ive seen soulless burst from getting to close and id hate to ruin this lovely gathering by accidently killing a fellow pub patron, let alone taking a life I don't have to" uncoiling his tail Zalos seems to take a ready stance light starting to radiate from him not so much threatening as wary.

"dear lord are you one of the soulless?" shifting a bit so his sword is covered by his wings "best you not get too close to may blade ive seen soulless burst from getting to close and id hate to ruin this lovely gathering by accidently killing a fellow pub patron, let alone taking a life I don't have to" uncoiling his tail Zalos seems to take a ready stance light starting to radiate from him not so much threatening as wary.

"I can ssense the energy of your blade'ss drive, it's calling," whispers the approaching shadow, " Yet I ssuspect that I am not the focus of it's purposse..." Calmly the creature assumes a seat closer to the table, yet still comfortably close to another hearth, with but the slightest of nods deferring respect to the tense, yet still-seated Zalos. " Ssss... If your weapon wass meant to send the dead back to resst, then alass, it will merely find me wanting for my first slumber... though I doubt not it's capability to usher me off, even then."

'oh dear lord this is great scotch!' noticing his wings had opened "oh shit, sorry if I grazed any of you with those still not used to having wings" While they did in fact, kind of brushed against Nadalia's side- it did no harm. Her skin you see, was quite resistant to pain. This did not mean she was Superman by any means, but a tough individual she was.

"Tis is fine, you have no means to apologize. Maybe I should order something else with a stronger dose than my flask."
She turned her head once Enadar began to discuss about his stick. She also felt a bit embarrassed about not knowing what a 'bat' is, but she would pretend the conversation about that deceased. "No, I'm afraid not, Nadalia. I suppose you could hit someone with it, but it's just a stick. A good stick, but a stick all the same. Is it really so strange that I do not carry a weapon? Surely you have met those who do not require them?". He punctuates this with a small gesture, conjuring a small orb of light into existence. At this, Mina turns to face him, earning a slight flinch from the elf.

She has seen mages in her world perform the same form of magic, but never with their hands alone. They required a book, scrolls, or a substitute to perform the art itself. Seeing him do so without anything was quite impressive in Nadalia's eyes. Before she could compliment, he scurried off to meet the newcomer, something that wasn't human. The Iron Queen didn't feel like standing up, but she did get a good look at the interesting serpent-like humanoid.

"Fascinating. I've never seen someone simply create a ball of light from thin air!" He looked at the staff and frowned. "In my world, those who wield staves are followers of Edera, She of Combat and Prowess, but even they are unable to utilize such interesting feats. Tell me, how might I learn such tricks, and what else are you capable of?"

Although he was talking to Enadar, Nadalia wanted to show off. It wasn't so much that Nadalia was egotistic but rather, desired to be praised for her uniqueness. Revealing her palm, she had a floating ball of fire, coated in black and golden streaks. Even the heat it produced was quite hotter than you'd expect from a normal sized fireball, then again it wasn't an ordinary flame to begin with. "If the master of light amused you, what would thou make of this? Pyromancy is a fine art, capable of shifting the world to it's awakening. If misused, it can burn everything to the ground .. but with the right touch, it can create anew."

From the corner of her eye, both Zalos and the stranger began talking about the sword. Seeing how hers was still on the table, she humbly removed it so there was more space on the table. Nadalia certainly didn't want to hog all the attention anyhow, she just wanted to be part of the discussion because she was so fascinated with these mythical beings.

Although he was talking to Enadar, Nadalia wanted to show off. It wasn't so much that Nadalia was egotistic but rather, desired to be praised for her uniqueness. Revealing her palm, she had a floating ball of fire, coated in black and golden streaks. Even the heat it produced was quite hotter than you'd expect from a normal sized fireball, then again it wasn't an ordinary flame to begin with. "If the master of light amused you, what would thou make of this? Pyromancy is a fine art, capable of shifting the world to it's awakening. If misused, it can burn everything to the ground .. but with the right touch, it can create anew."

From the corner of her eye, both Zalos and the stranger began talking about the sword. Seeing how hers was still on the table, she humbly removed it so there was more space on the table. Nadalia certainly didn't want to hog all the attention anyhow, she just wanted to be part of the discussion because she was so fascinated with these mythical beings.[/quote]

"Indeed... there sseems to be quite a collection of weapons here, at thiss table... and thosse they have chossen, as well." As the light of Nadalia's fiery orb flickered and danced, it caught reflected flecks deep in the hood of the creature as it passed it's gaze over the tavern.

Seemingly of a sudden, the creature rises up and glides to the table, it's blurry outlines and hazy movements almost suggesting that it was here all along. Almost shyly, it lowers a birdlike claw to the table's surface, where the merest pass of it's talon seems to cause the wood to shift and morph, sap rising to the surface in beads."You... you have sspirited your blade away before we could be introduced, you, or your weapon. You wield fire, and blade- that takess both passion and talent, a level of commitment that is rarely sseen. Well met...?" And with a slight cocking of the hooded visage, the words are lifted from gravity, and given light...

Although he was talking to Enadar, Nadalia wanted to show off. It wasn't so much that Nadalia was egotistic but rather, desired to be praised for her uniqueness. Revealing her palm, she had a floating ball of fire, coated in black and golden streaks. Even the heat it produced was quite hotter than you'd expect from a normal sized fireball, then again it wasn't an ordinary flame to begin with. "If the master of light amused you, what would thou make of this? Pyromancy is a fine art, capable of shifting the world to it's awakening. If misused, it can burn everything to the ground .. but with the right touch, it can create anew."

From the corner of her eye, both Zalos and the stranger began talking about the sword. Seeing how hers was still on the table, she humbly removed it so there was more space on the table. Nadalia certainly didn't want to hog all the attention anyhow, she just wanted to be part of the discussion because she was so fascinated with these mythical beings.

Godric found his eyes being drawn to the flame in Nadalia's hand and gazed at it, mouth gaped in awe. "Fire! In the palm of your hand! What wonders must exist in your world!" He smiled and a dark look flickered across his face. "You must truly be powerful if your abilities extend to natural forces, especially forces that shaped your world. What I wouldn't give to learn such arts." He held his hand over the flame, barely above the fiery licks of the blaze.

"Indeed... there sseems to be quite a collection of weapons here, at thiss table... and thosse they have chossen, as well." As the light of Nadalia's fiery orb flickered and danced, it caught reflected flecks deep in the hood of the creature as it passed it's gaze over the tavern.

Seemingly of a sudden, the creature rises up and glides to the table, it's blurry outlines and hazy movements almost suggesting that it was here all along. Almost shyly, it lowers a birdlike claw to the table's surface, where the merest pass of it's talon seems to cause the wood to shift and morph, sap rising to the surface in beads."You... you have sspirited your blade away before we could be introduced, you, or your weapon. You wield fire, and blade- that takess both passion and talent, a level of commitment that is rarely sseen. Well met...?" And with a slight cocking of the hooded visage, the words are lifted from gravity, and given light...

Godric caught sight of the claw and jumped back, weapons drawn and in a low crouch. "I don't know what sort of creature you are, monster, but I advise you to stay back." He looked around and sheathed his weapons, taking another seat. "Given our current surroundings, I'm don't doubt that you aren't here to kill anyone, and your intelligence must be enough to comprehend my speech, but I would rather not attack you out of reflex. Where I come from, creatures of such inhuman appearance are regarded as aspostles and unholy. And while such claims of defying the Gods no longer hold ground after the death of their King, they are nonetheless dangerous." He bowed his head and grabbed his drink. "I am Godric."

The Door lurked with intent, intent to open and close upon an infinite number of possible realms and time periods, access to the whole of time and space at its so-called fingertips. The Bar was a nexus point, like Milliways, crossing all conceivable pathways that could exist within possibility...and a few that weren't. Douglas Adams wrote once that 'The Door is The Way'. Here is The Way. This is The Door.

It opened.

Clarkson: -right in front of our audience and ALL of Rivet City! I've never been so embarassed! [i[Literally[/i] never!

Three men and a Stig entered the bar. Well...THE Stig, actually. Not his cousins, not his near-duplicates, not Ben Collins. The Stig. By process of bloody dead giveaway, therefore, the three men had to be Jeremy Clarkson, Richard Hammond, and James May. And they were. The situation is that Clarkson and them were doing a special Wild Wasteland episode of The Grand Tour, and they were going to review the most-celebrated car in all of Fallout legend - possibly the only car in Fallout legend - the Chrysler Highwayman.

But unfortunately, it'd been stolen. Guess who the culprit was.

The Stig, having been miffed about not being able to appear on The Grand Tour, took the Highwayman, and proceeded to kill the Wild Wasteland guest star, Frank Rose, with a head-on collision that tore him into itty bitty bits that were charred and not even recognizable as human. He then gave the guys a merry chase while in their Vertibird before glitching the car into a mountain and separating it from its trunk. We now join you at the place that allowed them to gain access to this universe from their own: This very bar.

Jeremy: We...were going to have a wonderful time in Mad Max world, and you had to ruin it. If you wanted in, all you had to do was ask, or show up with a note, anyway. Hammond, tell him- Hammond? Where are you?

Hammond: I'm at the bar, ordering beer, because talking to The Stig never worked.

May: It's not worth it. Let's have a drink, we get back, and move on with our lives.

Hammond: I need to get all the dust out of...everywhere.

Just then, a black powersuit with green energy highlights stepped in, removing his helmet to reveal a black-haired man of fairly-stern, yet often amused, expression. FalloutJack, everybody.

Jack: Hey, thanks for coming, guys. They laughed, they loved. Don't worry about the car. It'll be fine. They just need to re-code it a little, patch it up again.

Yes, he IS aware of the fourth wall, thank you.

Godric caught sight of the claw and jumped back, weapons drawn and in a low crouch. "I don't know what sort of creature you are, monster, but I advise you to stay back." He looked around and sheathed his weapons, taking another seat. "Given our current surroundings, I'm don't doubt that you aren't here to kill anyone, and your intelligence must be enough to comprehend my speech, but I would rather not attack you out of reflex. Where I come from, creatures of such inhuman appearance are regarded as aspostles and unholy. And while such claims of defying the Gods no longer hold ground after the death of their King, they are nonetheless dangerous." He bowed his head and grabbed his drink. "I am Godric." [/quote]

"Monster... perhaps I am," the hunched form muses as it pivots towards Godric's sombre visage. "I'm of a ssudden ssuspicious that we, all of uss here, have done things that would make us 'monsterss', on a different shore. 'Tis of no matter here in thiss hall, unless you wish it sso, for aside from the occasional scuffle or good-natured brawl, the good Bartender brooches no actss of mortality within this sspecial place."

The form of the sibilant sage rises, as the aforementioned Bartender approaches with a large tray, carrying a tiny thimbleglass full of a clear liquid that shimmers in the firelight. Though preternaturally dextrous, the good merchant nonetheless bears the look of a man in deep concentration, a bead of sweat rolling down his brow. "I do hope this doessn't put you out, good ssir," it murmurs, with a jovial hint of sarcasm.

Frowning, the Bartender gently places the tray down on the table and backs away."You know the price. One glass, paid in full, and only one a visit," his words coming clipped, as from one who by nature is sunny and full of honesty, suddenly forced to deal in drudge and rank things that tarnish the soul. Or mayhap fear.

Nonetheless, the robed being slowly extends a scaled talon, lightly yet nimbly pinching a small stone that winks red in the light, to the Bartender...

"Monster... perhaps I am," the hunched form muses as it pivots towards Godric's sombre visage. "I'm of a ssudden ssuspicious that we, all of uss here, have done things that would make us 'monsterss', on a different shore. 'Tis of no matter here in thiss hall, unless you wish it sso, for aside from the occasional scuffle or good-natured brawl, the good Bartender brooches no actss of mortality within this sspecial place."

Godric looked towards the Bartender and back to the other guest. "I suppose that makes sense." He turned back to the Bartender. "Are we really not allowed another drink? Odd rule to have." He turned back towards the creature. "Nevertheless, I'd rather not strike you by mistake and instigate a fight. And as for your comment regarding my occupation, doing my job doesn't make me a monster, nor does taking pride in my work." He gestured towards the figure. "I imagine that whatever it is that people like you do requires a good bit of effort and skill, and taking pride in that isn't wrong, no matter what it is."

Godric looked towards the Bartender and back to the other guest. "I suppose that makes sense." He turned back to the Bartender. "Are we really not allowed another drink? Odd rule to have." He turned back towards the creature. "Nevertheless, I'd rather not strike you by mistake and instigate a fight. And as for your comment regarding my occupation, doing my job doesn't make me a monster, nor does taking pride in my work." He gestured towards the figure. "I imagine that whatever it is that people like you do requires a good bit of effort and skill, and taking pride in that isn't wrong, no matter what it is."

"I beg your pardon, good wayfarer, but you may drink as much as you like in this place, pending constitution and cost, lasst I wass here," the robed creature explained. "But thiss elixer before me is exceedingly rare, and comess at a ssteep price, and moreover, iss not, to many palettess pedesstal-bound," the sibilant shadow murmurs confidentially.

"I beg your pardon, good wayfarer, but you may drink as much as you like in this place, pending constitution and cost, lasst I wass here," the robed creature explained. "But thiss elixer before me is exceedingly rare, and comess at a ssteep price, and moreover, iss not, to many palettess pedesstal-bound," the sibilant shadow murmurs confidentially.

Enadar unceremoniously plops back down into his chair and picks up his drink. "So it's an expensive bad drink then? Why not try something better and cheaper?" He briefly studies his ale again before taking another gulp. "Never caught your name, though, Probably-Not-a-Naga."

Enadar unceremoniously plops back down into his chair and picks up his drink. "So it's an expensive bad drink then? Why not try something better and cheaper?" He briefly studies his ale again before taking another gulp. "Never caught your name, though, Probably-Not-a-Naga."

The robed and hooded shape slides back around to face Enadar... and with a start, seems non-plussed.
"Well, ah, granted, it'ss an aquired tasste..." and then, perhaps as much to the table as to Enadar, it whispers "I am known, where I am known, as the Serpent Sage. As to what I am, well, I am merely a traveler, as you all are, and thiss is a fine place for the road-weary and the lost to rest. So... well met, all," and with that, the Serpent Sage swiftly swipes the little shotglass, raises it in a toast, and plunges it into the hood, to emerge empty, and then settles back down like a falling shroud onto the bench nearest the hearth, it's tail coiling and rolling, over and under itself, almost hypnotically. Of a sudden, the Serpent Sage seems to incline it's hood back to Enadar, and in a low confidential hiss...

"Ah... are you aware that you sseem to be the roost for a Breeze Rat?"

"Ah... are you aware that you sseem to be the roost for a Breeze Rat?"

The sage's comment prompts a sharp squeak from the bat. "What?" Enadar directs the question at the bat, confused. Another squeak. More confusion. Mina finally flies up to the rafters. "Well...looks like she's in a mood now. What was that again, Serp? Mina sitting on me? Yeah, she does that. It's usually better than her flying when we're in town, at least in the daylight hours." He takes another swig of his drink and grimaces. "She's...not keen on another kid trying to make a pet out of her. I imagine she's not too fond of the brooms either." He twitches slightly. "Definitely not fond of the brooms." The elf shakes his head and readopts his cheery demeanor. "So, you've been here before?"

While Nadalia was listening to the Serpent Sage and Enadar's conversation, she wasn't one to ignore the others. Without turning her head, she spotted a few men who stepped into the Pub, looking like they were all muscle with dirt on them. Whether they were merely men or something else on the inside, they appeared too well equipped to be average citizens and the present technology was a sign they were likely from the present or a distant future, unlike Nadalia whom was someone from the past.

The Iron Queen waved over the bartender, noticing he wasn't exactly in his comedic mood. She whispered to him, even though it wasn't in secrecy, "What has gotten you on edge, dear bartender?" She asked, with the bartender giving a low sigh.

"Oh don't worry about me, ma'dam. It isn't my safety that i'm wary of, but the Pub's. You see, there are those 'types' of people you can read that may stir something up. Any damage done to my Pub takes a big toll on my salary. Nothing these days comes cheap, so I keep an eye out. But, enough about me ... please, enjoy your drink. It's better to drink it fresh." He went behind the bar, waiting for those men to come make their order. Meanwhile, Nadalia continued to observe the few sitting at her table, now discussing matters about Mina the bat. .. What a time to be alive. She thought, still puzzled about a flying mammal that was like a mouse, but had the strangest pair of wings she ever saw. For Gwyn's sake, they were attached to the feet as well!

Godric got up and walked over to Jack and walked around him in a wide circle, eyeing his armor.

"What odd armor you have. Metal, yet light enough to move around in with little trouble, it seems. Well crafted too."

He turned to Nadalia at the table and waved her over. "Come take a look at this! It's finer than most armor's I've seen in my life!"

Richard Hammond did, as he stated, head to the bar to order a beer. James May followed suit.

Hammond: I'll have a beer, he'll have a beer, and the orangutan'll have a beer, IF he stops arguing with a guy that doesn't even talk back.

Yeah, it's a little hard to have a conversation with a guy that doesn't respond and- Oop, he's actually walking away now to take a seat. God only knows what he's going to have or do here. The Stig never removes his helmet or his suit. He never talks, and he barely even listens. Somehow, he eats and maybe even drinks...but we don't know how. Some say...he has access to the speed dimension like The Flash, and that his nipples are located on his back...but all we know is that he's The Stig.

That aside, Jeremy and Jack were suddenly approached by a man who was not of either of their centuries. Jack's armor itself is of the Black Devil design, though it's marked specifically for it being a souped-up model for greater performance.

Jack: Ah, yeah...this is alot of custom work, actually. This is powerarmor. It's heavy, but it helps me move itself almost with my movements. It's a bit complicated.

The sage's comment prompts a sharp squeak from the bat. "What?" Enadar directs the question at the bat, confused. Another squeak. More confusion. Mina finally flies up to the rafters. "Well...looks like she's in a mood now. What was that again, Serp? Mina sitting on me? Yeah, she does that. It's usually better than her flying when we're in town, at least in the daylight hours." He takes another swig of his drink and grimaces. "She's...not keen on another kid trying to make a pet out of her. I imagine she's not too fond of the brooms either." He twitches slightly. "Definitely not fond of the brooms." The elf shakes his head and readopts his cheery demeanor. "So, you've been here before?"[/quote]

"I have haunted thiss hall in the passt, though it'ss name and location change oft."

As the small shadow dances in figure eights among the rafters, the Sage sniffs." Sso, a familiar then? Or at leasst, a little friend. Yet, I smell Nulish spoor and ssorcery upon you... you have been held in the webss of the Spiderkin. I am rather ssurprised- where I come from, the Aranea do not aggressively take Fae. I sense there is a story to be had... here..." as the Sage's low hood swivels to track the strangely armored newcomers.

For once the elf has the decency to look surprised. "How...?" He stares at the serpent for a few moments as he tries to process what the sage had said and how it might have known. He shakes his head in mild disbelief and takes another swig of his drink. "I suppose...there's not much to tell. As mother told it, she found a wrecked caravan. Merchants raided by bandits, probably. I don't know. No idea how many actually survived, but I was the only one she said that she found, just a little baby in the wreckage. Raised me as her own, alongside Kiqudda." He smiles wistfully and takes another sip. "Best family I could ask for."

"What about your family? What are they like?" After another moment something seems to click in his head. "The heck's a fae?"

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