forum The Purple Cauldron Tavern

Started May 02, 2019 by @GameMaster group

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Adri's eyebrows shot up. "Trust me, my story's longer than it seems for someone my age." (She's barely 15)

"My name is Mre, I'm currently the only full-powered one of my race. I just assisted in the rebellion of about twenty universes." He explained, pointing to the shadows that are swiming under his skin.

Adri turned to look over at him. "Did you win?"

"Who knows." Mre answered bluntly.

"Excuse me, that was you?" Hinata asked.

“It looks like things are about to heat up so I believe it’s the best time to remind you that no magic weapons are allowed or I’ll have to get the bouncer. Normal weapons are fine though.”

Mre shrugged, taking a sip of his vodka. "It depends on what I did, if it's something bad, Zozzie probably did it." He replied, turning to the bartender. "Technically, I am a magic weapon, do I have to leave?"

“Uh…no. You can have magic weapons you just can’t use them. I’d technically not be allowed here either if that was the case.”

A man wearing a dark royal purple hoodie, and tan cargo pants walked in. A quiver strapped to his back with a bow. A dagger sheathed on his left thigh, and dual wield swords on both hips. He walked with a slight limp, as one of his legs was bandaged, and his right wrist in a make shift splint. He walked to the counter and sat down with a small grunt. "Water please," he said with a tired voice.

Calix looked at the guy then spoke up. "You look pretty messed up. Have you gotten in a few fights recently?" Calix asked and laughed.

Adri counted on her fingers, trying to remember how many of her weapons could be considered magic.

"Hey, Robin Hood," The barkeep said handing him a glass of water. "You look messed up so you better start telling the story because you just tracked blood all over the floor."

Adri glanced down at the blood, shivering slightly.

"The name's Tolkalee, not Robin hood. And I just came from a war nothing special," he explained shaking his head.

"Did you win?" Adri asked, somewhat sarcastically. She pulled her gaze away from the blood and back to her water.

"War…. just great." Calix said and looked at him.

"Well, the war isn't over yet," he explained. "And I can't say that either side is winning at this point. The only reason I'm here is I was injured, clearly, and I was told to take a few days off."

A figure wearing a black formal suit and a smiling, silver mask walked in. He held a suitcase with his right hand and a pile of documents with his left. He looked more like a business man than anything. He sat down at the counter, sighing. “Whatever you recommend, I’ll take it” He mumblingly requested the bartender, setting the documents and suitcase on the counter.

Tolkalee glanced at the man in the suit. "Long day?" he asked taking a drink of his water.

“Way too long…” the man replied while looking through the documents which were with him, picking out one of them and opened it up. He got out a pen and started writing on it.

The barkeeper poured out a glass of whiskey for the new gentleman. “Well Tolkalee, good luck. That’s just what this place is for. Resting when faced with danger. What about you new guy, you got anything to say?”

“Of course…” he finished signing the document and closed it. He moved his mask slightly so that only his mouth was visible. He took a sip of the whiskey and sighed. “Though it might be best if I introduce myself first…the name’s Lucas Throne from the infamous Soul Labyrinth and I’m currently on, quote on quote, ‘a break’” the man said before taking another sip.

“Oof, I feel your pain. Once I knocked out a little plague jar and killed like half of Europe. I was on a ‘break’ for fifty years.” The barkeeper said sighing with sympathy.

Lucas laughed slightly then took another sip. “This is actually nice…” he commented on the whiskey. He then turned to Tolkalee. “So what’s your story…?” he asked with his legs crossed, still not showing his face.

“Something tells me he doesn’t like talking about it but he’s in the middle of a war. All guts, no glory I imagine.”