(Okay! Sorry guys I've got to do a chore right quick but I shouldn't be gone too long. I'll tell you kinda how to start if you want to start without me. Basically the characters are meeting up in this tavern or whatever for the first time so they can head off as a group to good kill anything and everything and save the day! Also @ScarletAndHerSides sparkly elves are the best!)
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Of course sparkly elves are the best! Better than vampires.
Vozalynn nervously messed with the flash attached to her belt. She threw her hood over her head, covering up her long black hair. This was the first time she had left the forest, and she barely knew where she was going. She pulled out the map from her pocket and checked to make sure she was on the right track. Let's see…one more left and then the tavern should be on the right… Vozalynn nodded to herself, her hands shaking as she put the map away.
(Okay! Sorry guys I've got to do a chore right quick but I shouldn't be gone too long. I'll tell you kinda how to start if you want to start without me. Basically the characters are meeting up in this tavern or whatever for the first time so they can head off as a group to good kill anything and everything and save the day! Also @ScarletAndHerSides sparkly elves are the best!)
(XD)
Of course sparkly elves are the best! Better than vampires.
(Yessss. Especially if they’re Legolas. Or Thranduil.)
It was so warm here. That was what Nyir first noticed. The cloak she donned over her shoulders was hardly necessary in the light summer breeze. It was nothing like the frostiness of her home. She almost missed it. Shaking her head, she glanced back down at the letter she had received. "Assembling a group to destroy the Evil Lord," she whispered, "will pay." She'd do it for free. Following the directions on the letter, she arrived outside the Trail, a swanky old tavern in a tiny town on the countryside.
Marya poured another drink for one of the men sitting at the counter, disguising her disgust while he told tales of his conquests to the other men. This job payed too well for her to initiate a disagreement with one of the tavern's frequents. She tied back her long dirty-blonde hair and wiped off her sweat from working so long. The tavern was hot and stuffy and smelled like beer, but it was popular enough on days like this. Marya leaned against the counter, hoping to catch some conversations about the war when her boss' voice startled her.
"Marya! People are waiting!"
Louis knew this was serious, but he still did it with a big grin on his face. He ran and he skipped, he jumped and lept. After rereading the directions on the letter a few times, he arrived. He assumed it was the right place, if it wasn’t. Well, oh well.
Vozalynn buttoned up the last button on her blouse underneath her cloak, nervous to show any part of her in this mysterious place. She rubbed her notebook in her satchel, which now contained the letter she had received. She tried to stay out of political things, but this was her first opportunity for a real adventure.
Marya nodded and gathered more cups, trying to empty her mind from the letter she'd received. There could be mind-readers in here. Her brown eyes searched the tavern for empty cups when someone walked in.
Name: Luna Starlight
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Race: Half-Elf
Country of Origin: Strothrold
Magic: Ice magic
Weapon: Her staff or her bow
History: Grew up in an isolated village in the mountains. Raised to be a hunter for a village, one day she got lost on one of her expeditions. When she returned she found only the remains of her once peaceful village. Now she wanders in search of whom ever did this to her village.
Personality: Warm-hearted, loyal, filled with sass, will die for anyone, slight anxiety, holds an air of mystery about her, and can be pretty quiet or shy
Appearance: White hair braided to one side, pale skin, ice blue eyes, about 5', has a scar across along her stomach, and a lithe body type.
Other: Has a tattoo of her villages flag on her left arm (dominate arm). Wears a light blue hooded cloak, white combat boots, light blue pants, and a cream colored long sleeved shirt.
Nyir strode into the tavern, her brows furrowed as she glanced around. She hadn't been inside a tavern in ages. It was just as slimy as she remembered. Grown men whining like children about their injuries, bragging about their conquests, flirting with the waitress, and getting drunk. It disgusted her. At least there were more women here than usual. She walked in and took a seat, hoping that the rest of the group would arrive shortly.
(Hey guys I'm back, this is awesome I'm so excited lol)
Luna arrived at the tavern, at least the sign matched the same name as the letter. She entered and sat down at a table all to her lonesome.
Louis didn’t like the surroundings, it felt so awkward. He slowly searched for where the group might be.
Marya stared at the girl who just walked in and walked over to sit at the girl's table. She was tall, with dark skin and dark hair. You wouldn't see much people like her in this tavern, with an air of importance. Marya pulled up a chair and stared at her.
"Would you like something to eat?"
"No thank you," she replied a bit curtly. "I am waiting for my group."
Rhoan sat the a corner of the tavern, folding and unfolding the heavy letter he'd received. He scoped out the people whom by prove to be his future companions but had little luck guessing who they may be and why he was chosen to accompany them. He noticed two people come in, starting conversation, and sat back in his chair to listen.
Vozalynn finally reached the tavern. She stood outside for a moment, nervous to walk inside. The tavern in her home down wasn't the friendliest place, and she expected this one to be no different. She hadn't seen anyone on her trip here, so she was also nervous about meeting someone who wasn't a dwarf.
Luna overheard a conversation bein held between a waitress and a girl. Once she heard the word group, she decided to walk over and greet the other patron girl.
"I happen to be waiting for a group too." Marya nodded at her and walked away, coming back with a cinnamon roll, "Eat."
(@writelikeyourerunningoutoftime I love that you just put in the letter "Assembling group to destroy the dark lord" lmaoo)
A cinnamon roll, of all things. Nyir shook her head disdainfully. "I would rather not have the cinnamon roll, but perhaps our group is one and the same?"
Luna, couldn't actually approach them, so she sat back down at her table.
Vozalynn walked inside the tavern, immediately regretting her decision. It was loud and musty, and she felt extremely small. She was a pretty tall dwarf, but standing four feet nine inches in here made her feel like speck.
(@writelikeyourerunningoutoftime I love that you just put in the letter "Assembling group to destroy the dark lord" lmaoo)
(using that G rated vocab lmao)
"Perhaps." Marya took a bite, "I'm sorry you don't like it. I myself am impartial to sweet things." she sat down on a chair, taking off her apron.