Breakfast of Champions

[Nursery Rhyme]

Nu’s finger held in the space where the guild accept button had just been. That was that then; the convenience of the modern world could sometimes be frighteningly scary. “Contracts with just the click of a button hm?” Nu muttered. “And I still haven't even mastered the smart phone! Waha~ just as well, just as well, let’s eat yes?” Nu glanced at Nisha before panning her vision over the majesty of this reality’s Westminster Abbey.  

It was certainly something worthy of awe, even in such a reduced form as what was present in this world’s version of some kind of post-apocalyptic setting. Nu was of the faith, though not quite of the denomination. Even so, the space put her in a place of spiritual calm. Nu walked around the building until she found the big double doors. She had walked –out- of these doors a few times well enough, but even so, Nu hadn't really ever taken the chance to explore the building. Now was the start of the first of many chances, she thought, running her hand over large metal handles of the twin statuesque doors. She pulled with an arched back to force the heavy things open. “Hoho~”  

Nu's eyes widened at what made for the relatively pristine image of an otherwise aged building: the stones, the rafters, the shiney though slightly dusty furniture of aged wood. It was like a museum in that sense. A monument to the failures of adventurers, perhaps, but maybe almost certainly also a place where the weary could rest the muscle and soul. 

“Well from here, I’m lost!” Nu laughed.

With quick strides, her short legs carried her down the aisles and amongst the pews. Nu inhaled what she thought was the pleasant smell of sandalwood mixed with a gentle touch of musty, weathered, stone. The sunlight through yonder windows was welcome and warm at almost a winking glimmer before its stretch upward overhead toward highnoon. Nu spun gracefully taking in a full panoramic view. Nodding once to The Alter in reverence, she turned at a soldier's march, back over her shoulder, and toward Nisha. 

“Whelp Nishy, from here we’re at the mercy of your expertise.”


Nu grinned with a lazy salute.

“Lead the way!”

[Nisha]

Following behind Nu who was now officially in the guild, Nisha had a weird sensation of curiosity where Nu would go first. Nisha had never died in this server, but she had been mildly curious about the slab of rock that people woke up on when dying and reviving. It had been quite the sight to see as they suddenly appeared. Made her wonder if she would look as confused after waking up here as them when she died. She did not hope, but she knew that it could happen. "Haha, yeah, that easy, right? And yet a commitment after such little action." Chuckling, she wondered how someone in this century had not mastered the smart phone yet and still was able to play elder tales. It would definitely be an interesting little bit to find out. As she had been in these halls before they had lost a little of it´s luster by now but were still impressive enough to be just as confused as Nu as she looked at the ceiling and get lost in the artwork. It looked really... big after all. There was not really another way of saying it. It overwhelmed you and tossed you back onto the cold floor. Shrugging that off, she looked back to Nu who said that she was lost now. Looking around, she wondered where they had wanted to go before she heard her own stomach grumble, right, food. Time to raid the kitchen and the booze storage.

Standing back as Nu strode down the aisle like a wife to be in a hurry to get it done with, she wondered where to go first, the kitchen or the private quarters and raid those. Would be fun to kick everyone out of bed, seeing that it was still quite early and at the same time raid their pantries for any snack they had like bonny and clyde on a food tour. But for now, the kitchen to warm up. "Expertise, huh? I would get lost in my own shelves normally, but for you and you alone I will do my best worst to lead you the right way. Right. No, wait left." Nisha said with a grin on her face and was really confused for a second if that was the right way, but then remembered the last time she was in there and pointed at one of the doors at the left, leading Nu into the kitchen, a normal one, basic and clean, but who knew the place and was curious enough... "Here..." Nisha flipped over a tile and opened up a secret stash of chocolate. "Here..." Nisha poked the counter and pulled on a hidden compartment, opening it up and hearing the rustle of sweets. "And here..." But to her surprise, the bread box she flipped open had no sweet candy, but only bread and some jam... Someone had cleaned it out. A little frown on her face, she shrugged and said: "Well, seems like we will have to do with these. So, what do you think, sweetness or jam? We got both, oh and booze, but that´s in another room." Chuckling, she picked up a chocolate piece and bit into it, feeling the sweetness spread.

Words: 538
Tags: Nursery Rhyme Charuen Reynard
Weapon: Nishan(Scar)
Armor: Nishanat (Daybreak)
Accessoires: Nishani (Keepsake)

[Reynard]

Mornings were evil and the bane for a certain cleric. While he would be willing stay in bed and sleep longer, if he wanted to have time to do things, he should be getting up by now. Plus he had forgotten to close the blinds again before sleeping and sun was now blaring into his face. He had tried to lie on his belly and bury his face into his pillow but it didn’t help. He was getting up now. Reynard tried to get up by only succeeded in getting his hips off the bed making an inverted V with his body. It had the effect of stretching his back as well as allowing his tail to extend completely. One last effort and Reynar managed to get himself in a seiza position but still half-asleep.

Some more effort later, Reynard had managed to get out of bed, do some morning habits and find sustenance. If he ate quickly he would have more time to train, or craft, or whatever he could do today. Yawning while entering the kitchen, Reynard found out there were already people inside. With his brain still warming up, it took a while for him to recognize one of them was the other fox-tail Nisha. In his defense he had only known her recently.

“Good Morning~” He greeted her.

With his brain almost finished booting up, Reynard was able to realize that there was another person inside the kitchen. It was another girl, younger looking with purple color scheming. Her curtains matched the windows as well as what visible runes he could see. Either this was a guest or they had recently gotten a new member. Still not fully awake, Reynard said the first thing that popped up on his mind

“You are new.”

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[Saskia]

HP 0% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Experiencing Death Sucked.


Saskia's body shattered and across the world, a sudden manifestation of collected into a silhouette of a pink haired wolf hair, as her body levitated in an angelic manor, as if some all powerful deity was bringing her back life. It seemed as if beautiful art was being masterful reanimated as the gods tip their paintbrush in- 


"Ack! Hack, Kuhh!" She coughed as she almost felt herself cough up a lung. She began to hyperventilate feeling her life flash before her eyes as gasps, uncertain about her unfamiliar surroundings. All she could remember was Being tossed in the air by a level 8 Area boss, and then being sat on by the humongous boar to add insult to injury! She could still smell the foul stench of boar butt and it made her squirm and shake head in an irritated manner. She slowly mustered the courage to open her eyes once more to analyze her surroundings and figure just where the hell she went before she evaporated into non-existence!


As she looked at the holy cathedral, a sudden overwhelming sense of naive terror overwhelmed her. "No...no...this is for real. I'm really dead now, aren't I? Oi, what time of sick death is that! Crushed by a boar! " Saskia stomped her foot in disgust, folding her arms in dissaproval at her tragic fate. "Well, no use crying over spilled milked, I suppose. So...I guess this is what heaven is like...I certainly pictured it differently from what I read in the Bibl- Oi, just wait a second here! I still got this clunky armor on! Now that's just rubbish! Damn, near gave a girl a heart attack, this stupid game...I swear if I ever get out, I'm selling the game on ebay and suing the developers for emotional distress!" 

Saskia pounded the inside of the flat palm of her left hand with her right fist on top of it, nodding with a brief sense of affirmation. She inhaled roughly and began to pulse out her right palm, which activated her interface menu and brought up her current location. It seemed she was in a safe zone, so that was a relief. No need to worry about PKers. Would be kind of creepy actually if they came inside a Cathedral to murder people. But some people in the city were sick bastards, so it wouldn't surprise Saskia. Or...maybe it would seeing as she was so darn naive about everything in the game.

Suddenly, a delicious aroma began to tantalize her senses as a bright smile was reborn upon her face. She caught a Foxtail followed by a small childlike person enter one of the halls and decided to go on a little espionage mission, like a secret FBI agent, masterfully shadowwalking masking every step-...Okay, okay, that's a lie! Her clanky metal boots made thunderous echoes down the hall as the heavy footed fool followed behind them in a sneaky posture.

She managed to eavesdrop on a bit of the conversation. Something about food. But what really got her excited was the magical word of every Scot's delight.

"Oi, did you jus' 'appen to say ye got a bit of booze? Well, I guess that's one way to soak me sorrows after a plainly miserable death!" Saskia chuckled in her cheerfully vibrant scottish tune. "So I take it you all had a dance with the devil, too, and that's why you ended up here like me?" 


The young pink haired Wolf Hair Guardian, smiled smiled gracefully, as she nodded approvingly at the small social circle.  She was delighted to meet other adventurers, especially people that could be good buddies and she could mooch beer off of! 
 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:None
Words:623
OOC: Thanks for having me guys! Looking forward to RPing with you all :D 



TAGS: Nisha Nursery Rhyme Reynard

template by caesar

[Charuen]

CHARUEN

480 WORDS	Nursery Rhyme Saskia Reynard Nisha
HP: 100%	MP: 100%

WE'LL CROSS THROUGH ALL THESE NIGHTS WE'LL CROSS THROUGH ALL THESE NIGHTS

"Meep!"

As Charuen slowly ascended the stone steps that led into Westminster Abbey, an expression of fear flashed across the pink haired beauty's face. She let out a small cry as the tower of boxes that she held in her arms wobbled and threatened to topple over. The cleric paced forwards and backwards in an attempt to maintain the delicate balance of her cardboard crates; the last thing she wanted was for the contents to spill out. That would be both embarrassing and a hassle to clean up. After all that time spent packing her belongings, the idea of having to repack everything was quite the turn off. Despite the pinkette's graceful and polite demeanor, she was a lazy person at heart, and was not particularly welcome any additional labour.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she finally made her way through the tall wooden doors that made up the entrance of the re-spawn point in Londinium. The nervousness the cleric felt a moment ago was immediately dispelled as she stepped into the sanctuary. The quiet buzz that Londinium was known for disappeared as the tall oak doors closed behind her. It was instead replaced by a serene silence that was only broken by the echoes of the pinkettes light steps across the building when she decided to  begin her long journey to the room that she had been assigned. Thank goodness she had some sense of direction -- with its narrow tunnels and dimly lit hallways, Westminster Abbey was not the easiest of places to navigate, especially when juggling tower of boxes.    

The reason for the boxes was due to her moving into one of the many bedrooms in the Abbey. After all, she was a member of Aeryn now, and the guild's base was located at the famous cathedral. Charuen was excited to move into her new home -- the idea of living with her fellow guild members (whom she was very excited to meet), as well living in a room that was not freezing cold, appealed to her greatly. Moreover, she had always admired the Abbey's astounding architecture, and being able to explore it during her free time was a lovely thought. 

As the pink haired adventurer walked by a semi closed door, a number of voices from inside the room reached her ear. Having only heard her own footsteps for the past couple of minutes, the additional noise caught her off guard. Charuen jumped slightly in surprise, and this small action was all it took for her boxes to come tumbling down. A sharp escaped her lips as the contents (mainly books, clothes, and cooking utensils) came tumbling out in a cacophony of thumps and clangs. The cleric pressed her lips into a thin line as she surveyed the chaos that she had just created. Her belongings were pretty much strewn across the hall. 

"Oh my..."
   

NOTES:CHAOS HAS BEEN CAUSED

THAT IS THE PROMISE OF OUR FUTURE    THAT IS THE PROMISE OF OUR FUTURE

HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0

[Nursery Rhyme]

Hearing a voice that wasn’t Nisha, Nu turned to the new foxtail with bits of crumbs still on her cheeks from the few crackers she had filched while following Nisha’s tour of the stores.
“Yes, I’m Nu, pleased to meet….you!” Standing, the little girl had her hands on her hips in a proud pose. She had almost faltered on that tongue twister, but was on the overall pleased with her success. She laughed. “Good morning pastor~” Nu teased. The man still seemed sleepy, but she liked that kind of laissez faire attitude. She wondered if Nisha and the man knew each other. Beaming a smile, Nu was about to ask before she was interrupted by some Scottish knightlady rabble rousing.

It was like an improve show!

“Prkfffft” Nu bit her lip while turning away. Mrs. Sean Connery! Amazing, awesome, awesome, awesome, she even wanted to drink and like right this instant. Nu wanted to drink too, but that didn’t really seem such an essential stereotype of her ‘character’. Or maybe it was? Nu wondered. She certainly didn’t speak with a southern drawl but at the moment was heavily considering adopting one. “Are you looking for a green sash~ or just looking to get sashed?” Nu asked laughing. “Either sounds fun, but first let’s have breakfast!” Seemingly answering the totally operatic vocal nature of Nu’s voice, was a loud crash like an explosion accompanied by a voice of distress that was not unlike in her mind to a squeezed squeaky toy wrapped in smooth soft velvet.

“…”

Looking around the room before resting her eyes on the familiar face of Nisha, Nu’s eyebrows rose in twin arcs as if to give a curious shrug. The expression seemed to be asking her ‘now what?’

[Nisha]

"Hmm hmm..." Nisha said, her cheecks stuffed full with sweets and looking a bit like a hamster. In surprise at everyone just showing up like that, she had kind of panicked a little and just put what she could in her mouth to store it there if any of the people who had suddenly appeared were the owner of the hidden stashes of sweets. For all she knew, they could all get mad at her for sneaking food from time to time... okay, quite some times, actually kind of everyday and only leaving a little note with a drawn fox ear on it behind. Making her wonder sometimes if some of them actually kept them and if they maybe had a stack of these. They had no worth at all and were just a little sign that Nisha appreciated the stacked stashes. But right now, she needed to react and tried to do so naturally, but missed the counter and felt herself fall over and on to the floor, if she had not been able to grab onto a tile and feel it slide under her hand, opening a new secret hiding place she had not known about before and barely being able to stand up again, straining and growning a little as she gulped down some of the chocolate and coughing as she finally got up.

Looking at Reynard, the healer she had met in the forest before and rescued from a fate that spelled death and weirdly easily was solved in the end making his struggle seem a bit overcomplicated. Waving at him, still a bit too indisposed to talk, chewing through some candy at the moment, she saw the next one enter and ask questions she wanted to answer, but just chewing sounds escaped her and she looked at the girl with a bit of an apologizing smile. Another sound suddenly erupted as someone fell outside of the kitchen and Nisha tilted her head to look out of the door to see someone had fallen over, quickly going over to help and mumbling a few more chewing sounds at her that could be pretty much translated as 'let me help you with that, you okay?' kind of thing. Sometimes words were just not needed after all to get a point across. Picking up a box, Nisha wondered how many of the people around her where from her guild or like the girl with the pink hair, wait there were two, the girl with the pink short hair, that was better, had died and thus appeared here. Well, for now, she had to work through her 'breakfast' and as Nu asked her what to do now with her eyes, Nisha´s eyes widened and she pointed at food and then the people around here, signaling that they could just as well eat together.

Words: 474
Tags: Nursery Rhyme Saskia Reynard Charuen
Weapons: Nishan(Scar), Intermediary grimoire, Bow of the morning star
Armor: Nishanat (Daybreak)
Accessoires: Nishani (Keepsake), Ring of morning, Ring of resting in the sun

[Reynard]

A slight grunt and a nod were the only signs that Reynard heard Nursery Rhyme introduce herself to him. Normally he would be politer and give his own name but as said before: still half-awake. A few more steps should wake him up soon and was about to head to the pantry when a new person blocked his way. More and more people seemed to be coming to this area.

“You are new as well.”

Really, Reynard was not someone to talk after waking up. Semi-coherent thoughts and sentences was all he could produce at the moment. Wait till he got some breakfast into his system. Silently agreeing with Nu’s statement eating something first, Reynard walked around Saskia to get some food. Maybe some of the leftover food from their resident chef was still around. His search was interrupted by a loud crash from outside which had the side-effect of waking Reynard completely. As if on battle-mode, the male fox-tail quickly went to the hallway to find out what the danger was.

It turned out the noise was just another person dropping their stuff. Nisha was already helping the girl but judging by the amount of stuff, an extra hand at picking up could help. First things first though, he had to make sure the person who owned the stuff wasn’t hurt in the first place.

“Are you okay…” Reynard finally had the sense to look at the status bar of these people. "Charuen?"

Reynard helped picking up some stuff and felt his hand brush something soft and cloth-like. What of Chauren’s stuff did he manage to pick up?

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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“Good morning pastor~”

Her voice was animated and very child-like in introduction as she interacted with the lazy Mr. Pastor Fox. She had held a vibrant cheerful Aura, and youthful innocence to her. By glancing at her avatar it made Saskia wonder more about the person beneath the surface. 


I wonder who she really is...she looks like I child. Poor girl. I bet her parents are worried sick. I wonder if she was their only child, must be god awful losing your daughter....or in her case, losing family members. Structure, guidance...

“Yes, I’m Nu, pleased to meet….you!”

Saskia couldn't help but smile warmly at young Ritualist. She gazed over her design and took note of her silver strands of her which gave her a mystical allure. 


She has such a sweet personality. Must have been raised pretty well. Sounds as if she couldn't be a bit over fourteen...

“Prkfffft” The girl laughed wildly, which in return caused Saskia to giggle along with her. “Are you looking for a green sash~ or just looking to get sashed?”

Saskia snickered at the comment, assuming that it was a joke regarding her Scottish heritage and her love for liquor. 

“Either sounds fun, but first let’s have breakfast!”

Sweet! They've got liquor! Ohhhh, maybe we could play some drinking games! Wait, isn't she a little young to be-...ah, what the hell, I suppose even the young ones could use a shot every now and then. I remember sneaking into father's stash when I was ten! Oh, boy, talk about the biggest detention slip! A slimy day that was, threw up right there on the nurse's shoes as she was taking my temperature...ahhh, the old glory days!




Saskia, covered her mouth for a moment , stifling back a loud cackle over a hilarious reminiscence.


"Breakfast sounds delightful! Oh, pancakes, waffles, pudding, cherry bons bons! Bagels with some delicious spread! Oh my, I think I'm in heaven, just thinking about it! Don't make me catch the holy ghost up in here! I'm freaking starving!" 


"Hmm mhm...."

The young girl's companion was a rather interesting Fox Tail with ebony hair and an adorable tail. She seemed to be a bit older and familiar with the area, already popping delicious snacks into her mouth. Saskia spotted a few crumbs on her cheek as she talked with her mouth full. Saskia, snickered, and glanced at her actions with a skeptical brow.


Well, that's certainly going to go to her thighs. Girls gone mad with stacks. She's probably a fat body in the  real world I bet. Hungry hungry hippo! Bwaahahahaha! Either that or she has a crazy high metabolism like me. Either way, I like her style.  


“You are new as well."

And look at Mr. Laid back over here...

"So you're the pastor that keeps liquor at the church! You're the coolest pastor ever! Well, don't hold out! Give me some of that holy water! I need it for uhm...Communion!" Saskia smirked slyly as she chuckled after.  "You know, got to get my life right with the lord and all that! Stumble up the stairway to heaven, one bottle at a time, love!" 

He didn't seem that enthused during the wee hours of the morning, so she let him have his space to wake up. 


"Yep, if this was and episode of Snow white and the seven dwarves. He'd definitely be sleepy...look at his cute little zombie walk!"

Suddenly Saskia heard a loud crash nearby echo throughout the halls.

"Oh my..."

A pretty pink haired woman squeaked as her boxes came tumbling down. Saskia snickered and pumped her fist in a vibrant cheer.



"Woo, now everybody in the church getting tipsy~!" Saskia shouted while waving her hands in the air, before calming down and helping the pink haired woman with her belongings. "That fifth of vodka will do it every time, love!" Saskia smiled to the pink haired woman after kneeling down to stack the boxes on top of each other. 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:None
Words:669



TAGS: Nisha Nursery Rhyme Charuen Reynard

template by caesar

[Tobin]

WC: 321

Half a minute had passed when a rumble emanated from under the pile clothes. The picking up of the most likely frilly undergarment finally revealed why the mound appeared exceptionally large; a pair of glaring blue orbs and a tangle of facial hair revealed the Dwarf whom looked somewhat confused. yet a sharpness returned to his gaze moments after his discovery. After all, a dwarf amidst the woman's clothing probably didn't lead to a first impressive first impression.

"Oh, so ya just didn't happen ta see me too, did ya? I get tha' a lot."

It was at this point that with a heavy sigh the stocky biped rose to his feet like a pheniox rising from the ashes and it was immediately apparent, despite being a Dwarf that he was huge; an extra width wider then most gathered with the conditioned muscle to match. What looked less impressive however was the amount of woman’s clothing that hung off his usual state of dress. The Dwarf pulled another frilly undergarment of and sighed as the items were deposited unceremoniously into the box. Well sure, it might have been Dwarfs fault for walking closely behind her for the fellow had a hunger of a honey badger but when the lights went out the Dwarf had chosen to minimise the amount of possible retaliation by remaining absolutely still. That probably wouldn't work considering Raynard's most probable opinion of the stocky fellow

"Oh, 'ey. I know tis looks weird-" A sigh erupted from the fellow as he rubbed his eyes and waddled on past everyone, the desire to explain himself gone as fast as family relations around a game of monopoly. "Bah! Either tis is too earleh, or I’m drunk ‘n’ dreamin’.

With that the Dwarf would attempt to make his way directly to the breakfast table, leaving the mess and the guild mates behind to tidy the rest of the mess. A lovely first (second or third opinon) of the half-strider.

[Charuen]

CHARUEN

748WORDS	Nursery Rhyme Saskia Reynard Nisha Tobin
HP: 100%	MP: 100%

WE'LL CROSS THROUGH ALL THESE NIGHTS WE'LL CROSS THROUGH ALL THESE NIGHTS

It seemed her little mishap had caused quite a big commotion, for next thing she knew, a steady stream of adventurers (Perhaps her guildmates?) entered the hall with quizzical expressions on their face. Noticing the crumbs stuck to some of their faces, the pinkette reasoned that the room that they had come from must have been the kitchen or pantry. Nonetheless, a grateful smile graced the cleric's lips as a dark haired foxtail murmured something (Char couldn't quite figure out what she had said) with her mouth full, and began to stack the fallen boxes on top of each other. Charuen also noticed a white haired girl standing nearby, and it was to her the pink haired adventurer directed her apology, although it was meant for everyone present. "I apologize for all the commotion I caused. It seems my clumsiness interrupted your meal..." Her voice trailed off as an apologetic expression appeared on her face.

The sound of a velvety male voice caught Char's attention, and upon turning around she found herself facing a redhead who asked if she was alright. Charuen nodded in response, and took note of the fact that he knew her name. Considering the fact that this was their first time meeting each other, the pink haired adventurer assumed that he had taken a peek at her status bar. "Yes, thank you Reynard." The cleric replied after taking a look at his status bar in return. Her eyes brightened as she noticed the sleepy adventurer's class -- he was a cleric too! She was about to mention this to the more experienced player (She had noticed that he was higher level too.) when she caught sight of the garments that he had picked up from the floor.

A lacy bra in royal purple sat limply in the other cleric's arms. A horrified expression flashed across Char's face, and she immediately rushed towards Reynard and grabbed it from his hands. Her face, which coloured ever so easily, was as red as a tomato. Nonetheless, despite the severe embarrassment that she felt, the words that left her lips were calm and steady. "Ah, let me just take that." She said, quickly throwing the piece of lingerie into a box. She hoped that he did not realize what he had been holding only moments earlier. "If you'll be so kind as to pick up those books for me over there?" The pink haired beauty motioned towards the novels strewn on the floor. The last thing she wanted was for the male to accidentally pick up any of her fallen unmentionables.

However, it seemed like Charuen did not have to worry about this, for a gruff voice reached the pinkette's ears and presented her with a scene that was even more terrifying. The rest of her collection of undergarments had landed in a pile, and a rather angry looking dwarf seemed to have been buried in it. A small squeak escaped from the cleric's lips, as her face turned even more red. She could only watch with a horrified expression as the half-strider took hold of her clothing and deposited them in a box before walking into the kitchen. Gods, this was all so embarrassing!

A merry voice with a strong Scottish drawl reached Char's ears and popped her bubble of embarrassment. Turning around, she took notice of a girl with pink hair just like her, albeit not as saturated. The newcomer made a comment about vodka, and in response a light laugh escaped from the healer's lips. "No, not Vodka." She said with a small shake of her head. "I'm afraid I was just surprised." Charuen picked up the last of her belongings and placed them back into her box. She then turned to face the four adventurers and bowed her head slightly. "Thank you for helping me...Nursery Rhyme, Nisha, Reynard, and Saskia." She said gratefully, eyeing all of their status bars. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should elaborate on her current situation. She supposed they had the right to know, especially if they were her fellow guild mates.

"I'm Charuen, and one of the new members of Aeryn. I was just moving my things into my new room. Sorry again for disturbing your...breakfast?" Charuen glanced once more at the door from which the people standing in front of her had come from. She had yet to eat breakfast -- perhaps she should grab something to eat before continuing her journey to her room...

NOTES:

THAT IS THE PROMISE OF OUR FUTURE THAT IS THE PROMISE OF OUR FUTURE

 HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0 

[Nursery Rhyme]

Nu was peeking out of the doorway just to follow the commotion for curiosity’s sake. That poor new girl seemed to be having one heck of a morning. When addressed, Nu came out a little further from the doorway, but more or less had been just taking in the scene. Being thanked for helping, after not really having done anything, Nu made to capitalize on that good faith by picking up a stray curio and handing it to the clumsy cleric girl.

“Wahaha!” Nu waved her apology out of the air in a show of good humor, “Don’t mind! Don’t mind a thing, I’m sure for some of us, this has been a feast for the eyes, yeah?” Nu was giggling, “And as for me, breakfast and a show, isn’t so bad!” Clapping her hands together, Nu was glad that the new cleric was alright. “Charuen yes? I’m Nu, and I’m new too.” Nu beamed a proud smile, “We’re guildmates!” Nu’s mouth turned wiggly as she started to laugh at the ticklish sensation of mastering yet another tongue twister but she shook her head. She felt she had something of a responsibility to set things to at least some kind order.

“As for everyone else here, I know Nisha…” Pointing to her fox friend, “But… not really anyone else here.” Tilting her head Nu looked around. Seriously, who were these people?! Nu laughed, “but who cares right? I’m sure we all have names~” Grabbing Tobin’s sleeve she tugged it twice while grinning. “Such a pretty beard, whahaha, it’s like my hair! Eat with us! And you too, Mr. Pastor~ and, and, The Highlander too!”

Nu looked at Nisha.

“Why not eat in the garden? We’ve got so many people! Isn’t this awesome~? Let’s grab what we can everyone! Can dwarves sniff out alcohol? Maybe wolf-girls? What about crafty foxes? We can have cheese and crackers, and maybe toast!”

“Oh…” Nu paused.

“We should get our new friend moved in first, yes?”

Nu really didn’t feel like carrying boxes…

[Reynard]

Before he could even register what he was holding, a blur grabbed the cloth his was holding leaving him empty handed. @chauren was holding the object already but behind her back to hide what the objects was. Judging from the embarrassed expression, Reynard had a general idea of what he got but didn’t make any fuss about. It wasn’t the first time that kind of thing happened. Though in seemed Chauren shouldn’t have worried about the singular object he was holding as a whole pile of her “unmentionables” moved a bit before revealing a small Dwarf underneath them. Chauren definitely had an impressive collection.

Once Reynard had finished putting the books, (not as interesting as her clothes), the fox-tail tried to remember what he was trying to do beforehand. Early morning before breakfast was always a fuzzy recollection. But since he was awake now, he was able to listen and understand the conversations happening around him. He had finally picked up on the fact that Chauren and Nursery Rhyme were the newest batch of conscri—recruits of the guild. Though why he was constantly referred to as “Pastor” was beyond him.

Guess it was time for Reynard to be a proper senior and help out the newbies.

“I can assist with transporting her belongings to prevent her from encountering anymore accidents in the way. Breakfast had not started yet anyway.”

Reynard would carry the box of books he had helped organize and follow Chauren if she did take advantage of the help they were offering.

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Saskia chuckled as her mouth opened wide in a shocked expression as Reynard had picked up Chauren’s bra. She winced, trying to fix her face as to not make the situation any more embrassing. She was about to offer a witty response as she noticed a rumbling from the pile of clothes on the floor as a rugged hand shot from underneath.





Saskia laughed with excitement as she witnessed the burly dwarf burst up from underneath the frilly feminine undergarments. She couldn’t believe her eyes. It was one of the first times she got to meet a dwarf up close. She would always catch them bustling across the city streets, but they were a merry folk and were always among friends and far too indulged in their tasks for Saskia to approach. Saskia furried her brow in amusement as her shoulders vibrated with a wild cackle at the Dwarf’s remark. She fell in love with his attitude as he joked about his height. Saskia was always thrilled in real life when she came across a midget, finding them to be the most adorable things on the planet and now she saw someone that looked like he came straight out of Lord of the Rings. She smiled warmly as she saw him wobble up from his frilly grave of cloth that buried him. He tried to offer an earnest explanation, but waved it off dismissively as he mentioned the desire to get some booze.



“Hey, if he’s drunk, I bet you he knows where the stash is at!” The mooch snickered as Nu made a joke about the day’s shenanigans.



“Yeah, this definitely has been a crazy turn of events. Who’d have thought that a dwarf would be buried underneath all this, when I saw that hand shoot out of those bundle of clothes, I felt like i was something out of an episode of walking dead meets America’s next top model!” Saskia chuckled as she heard them introduce themselves.



“Oh, so you’re all a guild then? So this is what this is...heh, I uhm, died not too long ago actually. Got squashed by a boar actually, field boss methinks. What a crazy first way to die...being sat on by a stinky boar...the smell was terrible!’ Saskia laughed.



Saskia blushed slightly embarrassed at the idea. “Well, My name’s Saskia, sorry if I’m intruding on your, erm...turf? But I’m sure we aren’t a bunch of crips and bloods from East London so I think turf doesn’t mean much in this game..err...world, whatever you consider it to be now. If uhm, Mr. Reynard’s going to help Chauren with her things, perhaps we should head to the kitchen and we what we can find. I don’t know about food, but liquors a bit of a trade of mine, both here and in the real world. Though, I haven’t diddled with it much in the game. Always wanted to though!” She smiled pleasantly as she looked to the others for their input.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: None
Words:503
Post Theme Song: Sky Segment



TAGS: Nisha Nursery Rhyme Charuen Reynard

template by caesar

[Tobin]

(OOC: Since it's been a while since this is replied to, I've decided to go ahead and post. I also made the assumption that Nu is shorter then Dwarf, though if thats incorrect please give me a PM, I wasn't able to find an exact height.)

WC:871

Perhaps it was Tobin not being a particular good early bird, perhaps it was the clothing that had been dumped on him or perhaps it were Nisha randomly afking that lead to his through processes coming to an stand still. Up to that point manners had been the furthest point from his mind, a man thought and fought on his stomach after all. With these circumstances to consider, perhaps it was only natural that the stocky individual hadn't even thought of greeting the petite Nursery Rhyme, the captivating Charuen or even the fellow brewer Anarchist; his mind had been set on only task that drowned out every other process. Food.

-You're just making excuses for makin' a short shitty post the previous turn, arn't ya author?-

-Damn. My character is onto me. >_>;-

As the mildly disgruntled Dwarf attempted to trundle off; a pair of firm tugs on his sleeve made the dwarf stop and glance in a direction most unusual for him; downwards. Being 4 foot 9 inches meant that the fellow wasn't particularly tall so the firm tug and a little, cheib face staring up at him and complementing him on his beard caused the Dwarf a pause. Before a deep rumbling from his throat signified a abrupt change in his mood.

"Gahahah! Tha's ta first time anyone has evar commented on mah beard lik' tha', I take good care ta condiction et in mah downtime."

The rumble subsided as the last ebilies of the laugh left him, though as the gaze flickered around with a new light.

 "Oh, ya new 'ere rite, as 're ya-"

There was a pause as his eyes fell on Charuen as the dialog trailed away into an awkward murmer, it hadn’t been like him to completely blank a beauty like that; a new member no less. It fellow rolled his eyes back as he sought to diffuse the situation after Reynard had spoken, as he did so he promptly picked up the underclothing box; pausing only to shove down anything that was poking through the top.

"I liked ya brand, vereh good taste ya hav’.”

A causal nod accompanied the statement as a big grin peaked behind the beard; there was little one could do about the situation but laugh and that was precisely what he did.

“Gahahah! But anehway I lend a hand, welcome ta Aeryn lassies! aye sur' I guess breakfast can wait a few moment longer, followeh me!”

With that the Dwarf began to stroll off with a brisk jog, sure the fellow couldn’t see where he was going but as the fellow darted through the corridors carrying the precious cargo, it was evident that the stocky fellow knew the cathedral like the back of his hands, a long spiral flight of stairs to the second floor later. After this they arrived at the lodging for guild fellows as he set, set down the package between a pair of doors he figured would offer the best view for; most rooms had views to the outside world. For now however, the stocky fellow turned back toward the kitchen, pausing only long enough for the new members to pack their stuff away before he began to stroll back. The third new person (Anarchist) confused him somewhat; as it was evident that the other pinklet wasn’t to be a member of the guild.

“Gahahah! Aye, I be brewin’ as well, though I’m curious ta how ya didn’t know who owned tis place; most oaf us ‘ere hav’ made a name fa ourselves in some way.”

As he walked; the fellow twirled around to address the other ladies, @reynald likely knew the dwarf well enough to know better than to feed the teapot’s ego.

“Me? I’m Tobin Strider; slayer of stone henge, ta phantom train and best brewer in ta land ta name a few of mah feat’s, even became a holeh man fa a little while. Ya could even say I’m a man onleh in short supply; pleasure ta meet ya all.”

When they did make it to the kitchens, the Dwarf waffled on once more; after all, introductions into guilds were a big thing and often in Kumori, Caers and Oxfords absence Tobin was the fellow with the answers; well, provided they were able to understand his heavy rambling accent and the 'occasional' embellishment he gave himself.

“Well width tha’ outta way, I guess ya need ta know wha’ ya let yaself infa. Is ther’ aneh questions ya need ta ask ovar a good meal?”

There was a pause as he clicked his fingers and disappeared behind the counter of the kitchen counter, his hands rummaged over ingredients.

“Oh ‘n’ if ya want anehthin’ ta drink, feel free ta ask ‘n’ I can make ya something. Anehthin’ at all I lik’ ta challenge!”

There was a momentary silence as his eyes rolled back, before with a click of the tongue the fellow briefly vaulted over the counter as he pointed at Nursery Rhyme.

“Oh, ‘n’ nu alcohol fa ya Nu, I dun’t serve minors ‘ard stuff!”

Ensure canned laughter at the end of this remarkably long and dry post. Formal introductions to the guild needed lubrication for a smoother taste.

[Charuen]

"KNOW THAT I'M ALREADY HOME" Charuen's face, which had been slowly returning to its natural shade, turned pink once more when the petite girl with white hair commented on the cleric's recent blunder. Nonetheless, the pinkette could tell that young woman, who had introduced herself as Nu, (Char assumed it was short for Nursery Rhyme) was trying to console her, and thus was not too embarrassed by the summoner's words. "Nice to meet you Nu!" She replied, giving her guildmate a friendly wave. Charuen was enjoying the white haired adventurer's bubbly personality very much. Hopefully the two of them would get to have many adventurers together. Nu then suggested that they eat together, an idea that the healer appreciated greatly. Her eyes brightened upon hearing her guildmate's suggestion; she had not eaten breakfast yet and thus did not mind having a quick bite of something. Moreover, it would give her time to get to know the other members of Aeryn. "Oh what a lovely idea Nu!" Charuen gushed. "We have a garden here too? How wonderful..." The pink haired adventurer had always had an interest in all things related to botany, and had even thought about making her subclass "gardener". However, her love for food and cooking had won in the end, and she had ended up going with a "chef" subclass. The excitement over having breakfast in the garden caused the half-alv to momentarily forget about her true goal: To move all her belongings into one of the available bedrooms. It was only when Nu mentioned the boxes that Char was reminded of her goal. A smile tugged at her lips as Reynard, her fellow cleric, offered to carry one of her boxes for her. "Thank you!" she said, beaming at the red-haired adventurer. "I really appreciate it, Reynard." The dwarf, who had been stopped by Nu from entering the kitchen, also decided to lend a hand. That being said, Charuen found herself blushing brightly once more when the monk picked up the box containing her unmentionables, and made a light comment about her tastes in undergarments. The cleric found herself unable to say anything out of embarrassment, and thus, merely offered the dwarf an expression of gratitude for helping her out. However, just as it was with Nu, the pinkette could tell the half-strider meant well. The group eventually found themselves following the stout man through the cathedral. Char was impressed by how easily he navigated through long and winding halls despite carrying a box that was almost the same size as him. As they journeyed through Westminster Abbey, the healer found herself walking next to the fellow pink-haired adventurer who had introduced herself as Saskia. It seemed the guardian was not part of the guild, and had ended up in the cathedral due to having died in the hands of a field boss. Charuen winced slightly upon being told this. She had died once in the game, during the first couple days of the Apocalypse, and although she did not remember the specifics, she suspected her death might have been the reason she became bedridden shortly afterwards. Seeing Saskia laugh and talk with a such a cheerful demeanor despite having just come back to life left the half-alv wondering if there was something wrong with her. Were people suppose to fall sick after dying in the game, or was it just her? "I'm sorry to hear about your death." Charuen said, frowning ever so slightly. However, it was soon replaced by a small smile as she listened to her companion talk about alcohol. Like the rest of the British population, Charuen had been exposed to the merry-making substance at a young age. While she was not an addict in any way, the pinkette most definitely enjoyed a drink or two...or more, if the atmosphere was right. "Ah, so you are a brewer then?" She asked, looking at Saskia with sincere interest. "I hope to try some of your creations some time then. Do you think you will open a bar?" Their conversation was cut short as the group arrived in front of a set of doors that Charuen assumed would be her new room. Opening the door, the pinkette found herself looking into a quaint room with a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and, to her delight, a large window that provided her with a lovely view of the London. "Oh, how wonderful!" She said, her eyes twinkling at the sight of her new living space. While she would have loved to spend the rest of her day decorating and organizing her room, there was breakfast to be had, and friends to be made. Charuen quickly placed her box onto the desk, pushed the box that the dwarf had placed by the door over to the wardrobe, and then reached for the box that Reynard was still carrying in his arms. "Thank you, once again for carrying this for me." She said as she placed that one onto the desk too. As the group made their way to the Kitchen once more, the dwarf joined their conversation, and made a comment about how he too, was a brewer. Upon hearing this, Char's smile widened. She had expected Aeryn to be full of serious adventurers (After all, many of them were admired and respected on the server.) but it was starting to seem otherwise. Her fellow guildmates all seemed friendly and approachable. The pink haired adventurer's eyes widened as the monk finally introduced himself. "Oh, so you are the legendary dwarf of Aeryn!" She said, smiling at Tobin. "You certainly have made a name for yourself on the server." She said as she made note of Tobin's achievements, as well as the rumors she had heard about him in town. "Hopefully we can have a drink together some time... Oh and with everyone else in the guild too of course!" Upon entering the kitchen, Charuen took a seat at the table as the dwarf ventured behind the counter, asking if she had any questions, and if she (or anyone else) wanted to drink anything. A small giggle escaped her lips as she heard his comment towards Nu. Nonetheless, Charuen nodded at the at Tobin, accepting his offer. "Might I request a cup of Irish Coffee?" She asked, smiling politely the monk. She was not one to drink alcohol in the morning, but their recent conversation left the cleric desiring some booze. She supposed adding in espresso (among other ingredients) would make her request seem more appropriate. Char then looked at Reynard, Nisha, and Tobin, with an expression of curiosity. She knew that Nu was new to the guild, but it seemed everyone else were veteran members. The pinkette tilted her head slightly, and the movement caused a lock of velvety pink hair fell forward from behind her ear. "If you don't mind me asking, how long have you guys been in the guild?" Char paused for a moment and tapped her chin. "And how many people are in the guild?" She then looked at Reynard with a slight look of admiration. "It's also lovely to know that there are other clerics in the guild. I hope we can all become stronger together.~" HP100% | MP100% WORDS 1119 | ATTIRE  x NOTES |

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[Nursery Rhyme]

“Wah ha ha~”

So chivalry was not dead after all, and still live enough to be useful! Nu was glad for a tour that wouldn’t be a strain on the arms...

Nu grinned as It occurred to her while walking that it was in fact a dwarf that had given her what could be her first compliment ever on her new form. It was a quaint idea, certainly something unexpectedly interesting. As they toured the complex, it had occurred to her that it was certainly the outside that she had been after when she joined. Certainly different from the her of before. A bit confusing sure, but looking at her small hands, Nu considered that the garden was where her sphere of influence waxed fullest. This was a marked change from her older self, and as she took the time to consider between the breaths of her hummed marching tune she really gathered nothing. “One likes what they like, I guess?” she muttered to herself before stopping. And then they were ‘here’, where ever that was. Looking up from her shoes she craaaaned her head backward to look at the roof, catty corners, and those neat things that go up and about to keep the roof from falling, rafters right? Nodding, Nu finally glided her eyes panoramic over the little crew. Everyone seemed to be more or less on a similar wave, and for that Nu was grateful. Her little plan had succeeded, not that it required much planning. Sharing food was one of the basic concepts of establishing relationships after all. So it was, Nu was good for playing the role of chaperon except for one little phrase that had flown that was simply unforgivable. She addressed the dwarf:

“Minor, huh?” “Pfftthahaha~! Like The Canis maybe?” Nu couldn’t manage a scotch accent, so she went for her closest approximation: Pirate. “Arg, and Hown many winters has ol’ big dipper dwarf seen to take take tone on a lass so fair? More the mass O’ 30 pray? Tell an’ tell a truth or may the plank wiggle with laughter as it takes ye!”

"Orer' a boar's nethers yeah?" Nu shot a quick grin at Saskia.

“Wah ha yar!” Nu couldn’t keep it up and bent over with laughter. “Gyahahaha, oh jeez, that’ll wake a self up, hm?”

Nu grinned with a wink.

“I’m no minor, merry, and a mimosa’s the only drink for a sun rise. Would you please?”





*Notes

1) I generally assume Nu's the shortest in a thread, so yeah dwarf's probably taller by a head or so. (Children's sizes are hard to imagine for me...)

2) Nu said that she's basically 30 in very unclear terms.

[Reynard]

With Dwarf leading the way back to the dorm areas, the troupe managed to avoid any new accidents along the way. That said, it wasn’t a really long journey since Reynard, himself, did come from the dorm areas before heading to the kitchen. He was glad that he had closed the door to his room as it was still a mess. It definitely wouldn’t have been a good first impression of him. Although seeing as his first time meeting them was him being all sleepy; there wasn’t much room for it to be any lower.

Along the way, Dwarf, being the senior member, started giving the introductions. He introduced them as being pretty well-known, which was probably right. Reynard was surprised how the higher ups of this guild was known by other adventurers even in passing only. He did research about this guild when the coerced him in the first place. While he had not found anything incriminating yet, one of this days he would find something that would reveal their true colors.

Arriving at Charuen’s room, Reynard let the younger cleric enter and waited outside. Her room was obviously bare as she had just recently joined. Reynard was going to debate whether to step in and follow her to dump her stuff inside, but she solved his dilemma by taking the boxes from his arms and thanking him for the help. With that mini-quest done, Reynard proceeded back to the kitchen to get that breakfast he sorely wanted.

Cereal was simple and was probably the only food he could get away with “making”. He watched the rest of the group enter inside led by Dwarf. Truly everyone else was hanging onto his every word and probably his brews as well. Reynard was perfectly content with just eating and listening to the group but Charuen pulled him into the conversation. It would be rude for him to ignore him as she looked genuinely impressed with him. Why, he did not know why.

“Ah, I have not been in this guild for very long so I do not know everyone yet. In fact I have not even done much cleric work with everyone. You would probably do better supporting than me.”

[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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Saskia was enthralled with the mixtures of diverse personalities that surrounded her. Though she wasn’t necessarily a member of the guild, the group had a warm an fuzzy vibe to the random stray and they seemed to be a cheerful folk. It was also the first time that Saskia had notice such a wide variety of races from within the game. Each person before her looked unique in his or her own way. Saskia was easily amused by the interaction between the Dwarf and the Ritual girl who held child-like features. She also admired the Half-Alv’s elegance and the “pastor’s” generosity.



Saskia chuckled at the young silver haired girls comments about her little mishap in the greatwoods with the crazy boar that squashed her into non-existence.



“Aye, I was down an out for the count. I’ll never be able to look at a pig the same again! But that’s okay. I’ll have my revenge by eating bacon for the next week!” Saskia chuckled as she stroked her chin. “ Hmm...I wonder if it’d be wrong for an Animal Trainer to feed a boar bacon to try to win it over....”



Saskia laughed as she shook her head in the ridiculousness of the comment.



“But yeah, the way that boar crushed my spine, you’d think I would have respawned in a wheelchair, geez!”



Saskia smiled as she walked down the hall, then heard the pink haired woman speak her piece about Saskia’s death then talking pretty enthusiastically about liquor.



“Oh, well, it’s no biggie..I suppose. I mean you learn and grow from it, I guess. I never really played any games at all. This is my first. It takes a bit of getting used to.”



“Mhmm. I think it’s a pretty fun subclass. Nothing like a nice shot of vodka to raise the spirits or a glass of wine to ease the soul! ” Saskia cheered vibrantly. “A bar? Doesn’t sound like a bad idea actually. That would actually be pretty awesome.”





Saskia smiled as she listened to the Dwarf’s wild tales about his adventures as she walked behind him. He seemed to be one of the more prominent members of the guild that was called “Aeryn”.



“Stone Henge? Phantom Train? Sounds pretty exciting...I must have missed out when I was just staying in the city and being a homebody. Didn’t really leave the town. But that will all change pretty soon. Best brewer? Really? Wow, that’ s impressive! I wonder what skills you get in the higher levels. Maybe we could make a bottomless mug of liquor! That would be epic!” Saskia chuckled.



“As for drinks, I tend to favor things like Margaritas...think we could make something like that here? If not, a glass of red wine will do.”



Saskia then squinted over at the two clerics as they exchanged words.



“Ah, right so you two are clerics. I think you guys are supposed to be like a tank’s best friend. I also hear that in games like this, it is near imposible to fight mid to higher level bosses without good healers. Even some of the regular groups of mobs will mow you down if you aren’t careful...”

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: None
Words:531
Post Theme Song: Sky Segment

OOC: Sorry for the long wait, work was kicking my butt!



TAGS: Nisha Nursery Rhyme Charuen Reynard

template by caesar

[Tobin]

(OOC: Could you please tag me next time? I was unaware that I had to reply to here. XD If his accent is too hard to understand, I can edit it. ^_^ Hopefully it’s been worth the wait. I was shattered by the time I submitted this and I feel out of practice, so hopefully I can work on it tomorrow. ^^

Tobin is 4 foot 9 inches; so I guess he is taller, though likely not that much taller. He’s just more broad.)
WC: 1453

The pinklet drew a broad grin from him as the echoing rumble from his barrel frame, the one thing that Tobin enjoyed was to have his favourite area tickled. No, not that, his ego you silly’s! Since the man had become a dwarf it was rare that he had compliments from anyone, so naturally the bad tempered mannerisms squat took seemed a distant impression of his chatty self.

“Ya you could say tha’, I’mma glad ya herd ‘bout me! ahaha! Though why wait till latar? ‘n’ aye Saskia; those were some battles, though onleh so much ya can read in ya papers. No?”

The Dwarf then continued taking orders, before he momentarily froze in response to Nursery Rhyme as his eyebrow rose; his response was quite telling of his frame of mind.

"Ya what lassie?"

A finger and thumb was placed under the lassies chin as he examined her through his rose tinted specs with a sharp, blue gaze. The Dwarf then stretched the back of his head as he gave her the once over and shrugged, regardless how he looked at Nu the stocky fellow seemed incapable of the processing the lassies age or the dense accent; the only reason Tobin tended to get it was because he knew what his dialog box was meant to say! In any case, the return slur was even more bewildering; likely due to exceedingly bad grammar.

“Surprisn’ tha’, ya dun’t looka ya seen ovar thurteen season past, maneh wuld kill ta knuw ya secret evan if et ment divin’ inta shurk infuested sea. Thu as ya can see, I’mma sufferin’ froma bit oaf height luss mahself.” The fellow scratched the back of his head as it clicked; these “avatars” made situations like this awkward. “So mimosa right? A Margareta ‘n’ Irish Coffee, rite? Easeh. Wha’ ‘bout ya Rey-man? Oh and ladeh; a full English if ya could.”

With his order placed to the Lander chiefs, the Dwarf turned his attention to the drinks. The Mimosa was simple enough to make, requiring the draw to retreive a wine glass, a chilled bottle of champagne and orange juice. One part champagne, one part orange juice, stirred not shaken under the Dwarf’s watchful eyes as by now he could estimate the measurements by eye alone. The Dwarf frowned as he clicked his tongue loudly as the mixture other drinks would be more tricky, though the Dwarf began to answer questions as he worked; the others could provide answers based on themselves since it was only polite for each to talk about their own saga. Indeed the Dwarf could elaborately the formation of each and every beverage; though in this case for narratives sake he was being direct as his hands worked their magic with each ingredient measured out by eye, intuition and experienc. Though for those interested in creating these fine beverages, a little guide would be provided for the audiences viewing pleasure after the post! As Tobin worked, the fello began to reply to @chunren ‘s query, the gaze not once broke from his work in a manner that was strikingly professional.

“Well, out oaf ta people ‘ere, I’ve been ‘ere ta longest, fourth longest outta all of us. About 9, perhaps 10 months now? I nevar was tha’ good with dates.” A rumble escaped his throat as a foreign thought was pushed from his head, the memory was rarely good for recording the passage of time. “Ta be honest ta head and secondary is ta one tha’ deals with most tha’ administration; though if I recall there’s ‘bout eight oaf us I know. Most oaf us in tis room now excludin’ tha’ other power playars, @dindeen, Kumori and @0x1dea, tha’ hav’ been ‘ere long before I were, though when they setup? Couldn’t tell ya ta be honest. Dun’t know.”

 In any case the beverages were dished out with a big grin and a flourish of his hand; the glasses were slid before each of the guests.

" Saskia, tis is a high level beverage, brewin’ tis moar then alcohol content aftar all.Now seemta good time as aneh ‘n’ a little sensory depressant lets ya see ta world in a new colour! So, wha’ is Aeryn ya say?

The Dwarf chuckled as the gaze rested on tinkling bubbles in the galaxy of his cider, it was at this point that a plate containing a rich full English breakfast was set before him. Immediately apparent was that the Dwarf’s portion seemed almost three times as large then most men much talker then him, brimming with the reds of beans and lightly crisped bacon, whites of the fried egg and mushroom! First to the taste was a whole mushroom, the salty textured flesh a pleasurable oral sensation that provided an immediate satisfaction to his hunger. Next was an egg that was lain to rest upon a slice of toast, a loud, dry snap drew it’s tomb shut and it’s burial in Tobins mouth; the sweet runniness of the liquid yolk offset by the grainy texture of brown bread. After the first appetiser had been consumed a sigh issued from the snout of the fellow as he exercised pacience; the ladies (and Rey) had waited long enough to hear what Aeryn had meant to him.

“Well, if ya ask Kumori he would say tha’ tis all about the family, justice, doin’ ta rite thing. Tha’ interpretation is correct but I naver been one fa tha’ sediment, I hav’ a slightly different idea tha’ falls ‘long side,’ three necessaries if you will”

The dwarf took a slight sip of the fizzy, apple flavoured beverage and helped himself to an entire slice of bacon, the candy of all meat crumbled deliciously under grinding molars.

“Put simply, tis is a second life were we hav’ ta power of god in our hand’s ‘n’ tha’ grants us the ability to do three things. Firstly tha’ ability ta go against the worst the wilds hav’ta offar ‘n’ ta laugh in its face, fa we are both stronger ‘n’ immortal. Secondleh we hav’ tha’ ability to build items, art, homes and the pressence ta mak’ part of the world. Oaf course, width tha’ power people ‘re from all walks oaf life can’t always be fair minded since ya always gonna get dem sods who thinks tha’ others should bend a knee by bein’ stronger, so tha’ other thing all adventurers should consider is ‘ow ta deal with those stronger den themselves."  |

"Naturally, tha’ is where Aeryn comes in, we ‘re a fellaship tha’ gather ta take on adventures ta tha furthest fronteers, ‘n’ to share oar successes together ta enrich our time ‘ere as immortals. Plus in bein’ tagether we are strong when aneh threat comes our way, we can tell them ta sod off with a collective fist!! Bahahahah!”

A loud crash shook the table as he burst into laughter; for a particular reason the Dwarf’s own comment tickled him though as the rumble subsided the expression was somewhat softer, his stern sky blue gaze flicked between each of the members as with a firm jab of the fork a sliver of bacon was taken into his maw. What could those orbs of sharp blue see in their eyes; the outward expression of their soul? The Dwarf munched intently on the salted bacon as he held the gaze with each of them momentarily; what was witnessed was kept quiet. Well, closer to the truth it was rude to talk with ones mouth full.

“Though in all seriousness we were formed so tha’ us friends could hav’ a ball well inta our second lives since shar’in’ the experience amplifies it. So tha’, if nothin’ else, someone ‘ere will hav’ ya back. So if ya need anehthin’ at all ya giv’ me call ‘n’ I’ll be there for ya all."

A simple grin accompanied the expression; the cider was downed as the cascade of introductions finally stopped to be replaced by a soft sigh. Despite his peculiarities Tobin wanted to protect those under him from the harsh reality of this game world while showing them the positive side of this existence.

"Well, either tha’, or ya can ask someone a bit mor’ responsible, like Rey-man or Oxford’! Bahahah! “

With that a slab of black pudding was picked up with a firm jab of the fork, the draw took nibbles as the cylinder was rotated like a big, bean covered biscuit, the spiced savoury crumbled over his tongue leaving a rich metallic tang.

“oh ‘n’ mak’ sure ya hav’ some black puddin’ tis ta die fa. Hopefulleh not befor' cardac arrest, gahahah!”