My Bar

[Pamela]

*With a soft shake of her head,Pamela tosses her long braid over her shoulder.*
*Having balance the ledger and written a list for supplies,she reaches a delicate hand for the office door and steps lightly out*

*An amused twinkle in her deep crimson eyes,she glances at each face and nods to some*
*Patting her dark grean tunic into place,she absently strokes the amulet always around her neck*

*With a quick check of her supple leather boots,she unsheaths her jeweled dagger*

*With a satisfied smile,Pamela notes her blade is sharp and ready*
*Replacing he dagger once more she calls out over a shoulder as she exits her bar*

Good patrons~she says in a lilting voice~I must be off to gather supplies.Think not to cause mischief,as my many loyal friends will not tolerate it.
*With a brief nod,she sets forth*

[Frai7ty]

*Raises an eyebrow in curiosity*

Huh, I wonder what she's up to?

*Thinks for a second*

Another BBQ perhaps?

[kitten_klyd]

-Wonders why everything is so slow, and considers leaving permanently.-

[Zerobanshee]

After a long time behind the bar, Ruin slowly pulls out his favorite goblet. Filling it up to the rim, he drains the glass in one gulp.
"Now,

After a long time away, Ruin decides to exit the Bar, and practise his swordplay outside.
Swiftly swinging his large claymore, he expertly balances the blade against his index and center fingers, pulling back into a familiar stance.
"Ah, the feel of the sword. not many feelings are better."

[Mathalamus]

* walks in, sees everyone and leaves quickly with a stolen beer*

[Siris]

*Reaches out and snatches math by th nexk.*
*Walks up to the bar and asks...*
"Is this yours?"
*Sets math down but doesn't let go.*

[Zerobanshee]

*looks inside and see's math in a firm grip by sirius, and laughs. Sheathing his sword, Ruin pulls out a bendy-straw from the coat pocked of his trenchcoat, then procedes to shoot a paperwad at mathalamus.

[Mathalamus]

* rolls eyes and pays for the beer, drinks it all and leaves and throws a large rock at ruin*

[Zerobanshee]

gets struck in the shoulder by the rock, and spins. Keeping his momentum rolling, he turned to keep his footing. After regaining his balance, he picks up the rock, and hurls it at math. "I think you forgot something!"

[wazzacky]

*was just walking to the washroom when BAM. Some inconspicous objects hits the side of his jaw" Turns around to see what direction the object came from.
*Sees some angry guy, and thinks "should i..?" but than walks off , continuing to the washroom.*

[Mathalamus]

* walks in, pays for a light wine and walks out.*

[Pamela]

She watched as Pamela offered her blood to the dagger. As the blade vanished, she knew the ancient spell had succeeded and that the blade would be forever bonded to its new master. Folding a hand over the wrist that had the rings chained to it as she listened to Pamela.* A soul bond spell? It sounds similar to the one I had placed on the dagger, only stronger… I will use it well with care. Such an artifact demands such precautions. Thank you again.

*Slipping her split-finger gloved back on to her hand, she pulled the straps that secured to the glove to her hand gently while listening to the Elven Princess speak. Clenching her hand and satisfied with its fit, she looked up and paused a moment before responding.* My plan of action?

*To this she cast her gaze up to the night sky. She wasn’t sure herself how she would manage. All she had was a sense that lead her, and some information that she had found on her own. Hearing a high pitch screech, her eyes caught the movements of a familiar avian. The raptor swooped from a perch high in the tree and glided down to land on the ground.* Soliris, what is it?

*The avian was silent, but flew up to her shoulder and perched. Figuring he had just cooled off, she looked back at Pamela and answered her question.* I don’t know really… I follow a feeling that rings in resonance with what I carry within my chest. Aside from that, I seek a man who goes by Sharvcourt. I know my past is linked with this man… And I seek his existence…

*As Pamela spoke of honor and companionship, she smiled and absently scratched Soliris’ chin.* Honor? I know not whether this would be the right term for it… But, yes, I do have my strength and skill to carry me and keep me living… Companionship… A word hardly ever spoken in my presence. Originally, when I had started this quest, I had a companion. But, this companion left after seeing the risks that he was to put through… If we should become companions, even traveling ones, please understand that your life will be put through the utmost danger as there are hunters who follow me… I’ve defeated one once, but found that he had healed and become stronger when I found myself faced against him a mooncycle later. With this in mind, would you still consider keeping me as a companion?

*Pamela looks solemn and after a slight pause nods to her companion*

Our adventures have only begun.Let us head back to other friends.There is much to do....

[Siris]

*Jumps on the bar and sinks 'Everytime We Touch' by Cascada.*
*Jumps off the bars.*
*coughs*
"ughhh Red meat, grr, gym,.. manlyness."

[Z3R0]

Eyes turn to the doorway as the door to the tavern swings open quickly, slamming against the wall. A large figure steps into the doorway, casting shadow on the room and those within it. Pausing slightly to let his eyes adjust to the dim light and quickly survying the room, Z steps through doorway and eyes a table near the hearth.

Long, silver hair flows down his back and broad shoulders in shimmering waves. Strong, sinewy arms rest at his side, thumbs hooked into his black leather belt studded with obsidian gemstones. Deep, blue eyes take in every detail as they swing slowly over the room. Boiled leather armour studded with iron and dyed black encompasses his broad chest. Many curious items are notable along his belt, next to pouches of various size and shape. A long, wide sword has been strapped across his wide back, seeming to pulsate with dark power. An amulet, hangs over his armour in the shape of an eye, glowing faintly.

Stroking his beard thoughtfully, he walks towards Pamela, almost seeming to glide. Taking her hand in his, be bows over it and lightly brushes his lips across it, straighting his impossing form and stepping back to look her in the eyes.

"Ah, but it has been a long time, my love. Good to see a familer place along this long, weary road, even better to see a face I thought I would not see again."

Smiling faintly, Z reaches into a large kitbag and pulls out a delicate, crystal rose and hands it to Pamela.

[Mathalamus]

* yawns as i walk in oblivious to everything going on around here, then sits down at the bar*
yo, bar rodent, do you have alcoholic Slurpee?

(OK NOW i found out how to use the spellchecker..)

[Pamela]

:Out of character....That was funny as hell Math *hug* It has saved my ass at times.
@ Zero: Very well written and glad you are back.
@everyone.I am sorry in advance if I get a bit eloquant and write too much.


In character: *Pamela broods over the words of her friend,upon seeing the face of her lost lover,she squeals in delight and rushes into his massive arms.*

*The gift leaves the Lady s.*
~My love *she murmers with tear filled eyes* I had heard you were dead at the hand of an evil sorcerer....please lay my mind at ease and speak of your journies*

*Signaling the bartender,Pamela orders drink and food for the both of them*
*With a sigh both relief and perplexion...she accepts the drink and food...pondering both the past and future....*

[Z3R0]

Guiding his beloved to a nearby table, he takes a seat with his back to the wall and pulls her into his lap as they await their ordered course.

"I have long been journying, it is true. I have walked many long, hard roads. I have been seeking all these years to complete a task upon which I gave my word."

Taking her hand, he pulls her close and wraps his strong arms around her and lightly kisses her before continuing his tale.

"Many year ago, before I first came to this place, war and pestilence ravaged my land. Many people were oppressed at the hand of foul, power hungry Sorcerer; those that did not kneel to him in servitude were executed. My mother and father were proud, noble people. I was forced to watch my family die painfully at the hand of his cruel necromatic ways."

The lights seem to dim and flicker as a storm passes across his face, his eyes glaze over momentarily, delving back into the past to relive the memory he has been eternally cursed with.

Giving a deep sigh, he turns to gaze into the eyes of he love, and his expression softens and the lights flicker back to their normal luminance.

"I swore to avenge my family, and after many hard, trialsome years, I have kept my promise, though it nearly cost me my life."

Drawing a massive hand down his face in a vain attempt to brush away wearyness, he looks at her and smiles faintly.

"It is very good to see you again, at long last. To many restless nights spent alone on the hard ground. Ah, a hot meal and fresh brewed drink."

Thanks the server as their meal is brought, digging into a small pouch and pulling out an old gold coin and looking at it thoughtfully before handing it to the girl.

"It's not local currency, but it's gold all the same."

Picks up his earthen ware mug and take a deep quaff before sighing contentedly and wipping the foam from his lips.

[wazzacky]

points at Zero.. "that was my earthen ware mug....i wanted that"
Frowns"

[Pamela]

*Looking at Zero ,Pamela smiles with a curious quirk to her lips*
*Takes his hand and looks in his eyes*
"Tell me of your adventures my love"

[Z3R0]

"Perhaps some other time, after I have rested."