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OOC: Alright folks! Here is the name of the game. This is a fantasy style rp, nothing new there, but in this rp you are not allowed to use a character you already own. You may use the name of a character you already know if you have no more space in your profile, and you may use a character if they are in the most early stages of creation. What you are allowed to know about your character:

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Race:
Basic personality:
And how they found their way into the tavern:

You may create back story as the different characters get to know one another. The general idea is for this unique cast of adventurers to get to know one another and grow. For the most part, your character has amnesia and can only remember parts of who they are.

There is a tavern that does not exist in any one place, or on any one plane. Some say it is enchanted, others say it is run by the Fae, while the most practical of folk swear the tavern is a myth and those who claim to have seen it lie. The tavern always looks the same, slightly tarnished but well built, with a raggedy sign handing off center from the doorway. Green moss creeps up the walls on all sides, holding the cracks in place and giving the tavern a bright glow at night. The name on the sign reads "Barth's Tavern", though the letters are chipped and faded.
Tori did not recognize the tavern for what it was at first, having only read about it in books. The name was familiar, yes, but at the time the girl was too dazed to fully comprehend why she was in the desert in the first place. Her skin was tanned, and hadn't burned yet, so she knew she couldn't have been there for very long. Skin did that in the desert right? Burn in the sun?
She stumbled forward, her bare feet slipping and sliding in the now chilled sand. Dark hair covered brown eyes and shoulders, and she pulled the tattered parka close as her body stumbled against the Tavern's door. The door opened. She fell forward, shocked at the change from slippery sand to rough uneven floor. A single strong arm caught her, and Tori heard through the fuzz in her head.

"Oy Barth, looks like we've got another one!"

"Doesn't remember who she is?" A man's voice replied. Tori tried to look up at the woman who was now helping her into something soft and warm. A type of chair maybe? Or a couch? She made out blonde hair, blue eyes, and a dancer girl's outfit before losing focus again.

"Doesn't look like it!"

Tori made a grab for the dancer's arm and missed. "Wh...whe..re...who..."

"Barth's Tavern doll. Now jist you sit tight a'lright? Can't have you faintin on me out here int he desert like this. Just wait a few minutes and I'll a've you with some water."

Tori couldn't see it, but the woman glanced out through the still open doorway where dark figures could barely be seen in the full moon's light.

"And Barth...looks like we have a few more visitors before the place up and leaves this time."";

"I'll kill the bastard... I'LL KILL 'IM!"

The words sounded wrong, a dull, strange tongue - the member flopping around in my mouth like it didn't belong there. 'Side effects' something in my mind hissed to me, quiet but impatient. I tried to make myself move faster, but there was something wrong -- everything felt wrong, and I didn't know why, but I was PISSED about it, and there's two things you don't do - you don't rip off someone of my kind and you certainly don't fuck with my body.

And right now I felt royally fucked with.

I staggered, is the best word I could use, through the fluid ground - I had no idea what this was, sand? Like the sand you saw on the ocean, but there wasn't a drop of water anywhere. I could smell water - or at least part of me told me I could - but I couldn't smell water now. Hell, I didn't know what I was smelling... it was just the smell of something baking, but it was so dull...

My eyes saw nothing. Nothing but what was right before me. That was wrong... I should see farther than that. But I only got mere shapes. An endless void of this... sand, I guess it was. And then, there in the distance, as if it had only just blinked into existence, was this... square shape. It didn't look natural. It didn't belong, here or otherwise. And for some reason, the sight of it pissed me off all the more. I gave out huge breaths, but nothing happened. I didn't know what I expected to happen, but it felt so... unimpressive. I hated it. I HATED THEM ALL. I made my way to that unnatural shape, stumbling, and trying to swim where there was no water. It was wrong... ALL WRONG...

I reached out with a claw - a fleshy, pink claw... a claw that looked so wrong, and FELT...

It was strange. I could feel the gritty rock under my skin. I stared, my fury thrown off guard. I brushed my skin against the wall, feeling the details that seemed so new...

Something in front of me moved, and then what had once resembled something semi-nice and natural was now flooded with fire - with light. My eyes blinked furiously, hurting in a way they shouldn't, and I gasped as I recognised more of them...

They infuriated me.

"Damn you all!" I roared, and made to move forward, but I found myself falling - falling, and I hit hard ground. I growled, and found that the hard was not welcome. I felt weak and useless, and... tired.

"Damn..." I started, and I found I'd lost my breath. "He cheated..." I coughed, and I could feel the coarse grains of sand escape my mouth. I was transfixed by the experience, and my eyes tried to take it in, in this strange, wrong, but new way...

'Side effects', my mind said again, but this time with interest.

The sand lioness had little to say as she stirred loosely awake, her eyes gazing out in silence as her smallish wings moved. She had dozed off lightly, and looked around in a slight panic.

The brown haired youth blinked, looking at teh tavern's door. How did... last he remembered he was walking home from his stage, and... now he was in front of a tavern he'd never seen before. Silently he cursed whatever imps moved him, and sighed. He could use a drink, honestly.

Edison walked into the tavern, and almost instantly covered his nose. Many called him a pansy, but he didn't like the smell of most taverns. But, oddly enough after a moment he'd gotten used to the smell, or lack there of, and walked to the bar.

Now came the fun ritual of trying to get something to drink other than milk. Not that he drank a lot, but mead every now and again was nice.

Tori nearly jumped out of the chair she had been placed in at the sudden site of what looked like a winged cat and...a man? She shook her head again, trying to clear it unsuccessfully.

"What in the world is going on?"

Barth, the male voice Tori had heard earlier, was a tower of a man, though thin. His eyes were a deep, dark brown and while not unkind, certainly didn't seem the type to show mercy. He stood behind the bar, giving Edison his best "you are a stranger" stare before deciding it was alright to serve him.

"Water ya 'aven boy?" He grumbled out.

Tori was more transfixed on Cassandra. "How pretty..." She murmured in her still dazed state.

"Mead, with honey if you have it." he said, not altogether bothered by the man's grumbling. He sat and looked around a bit, taking in whoever he may see. In the back of his mind he was curious about teh cat, but not terribly so.

Cass whimpered, nothing more than the size of a kitten with tiny useless wings. She backed away under a chair, her wings folded tightly as sand fell from her frail wings. How did she get here? Sand cats live in deserts, not taverns. She curled up under there, trembling.

Barth grunted again, his version of a chuckle, and busied himself getting the mead. "Boy, there ain't much you could ask for drink wise that I ain't got." And slide a tankard his way.


Tori's eyes only widened further when Cassandra shot underneath her chair. (I'm guessing it was the same chair? If not take away the word "her") She shifted her body so that she could look underneath, holding out one hand palm up. "Heya...hi...how are you?" She asked plesantly, hair falling infront of her face.

Edison raised an eyebrow and drank, humming a bit at the flavor. "You don't say. Do you know how to make a Mind Flair?" He chuckled, drinking again. Like he would drink such an expensive, and dangerous drink.

Cass looked at the hand nervously, then mewed loudy as she crawled out and nuzzled it. Her small wings tightly tucked against her back.

Barth chuckled again. "Oh I can make it, doubt you could handle it though."
He began cleaning a glass with a cloth.


Tori smile softly and rand her fingers lightly through Cass's fur, avoiding her wings at first. "What a pretty kitty..."