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This rp has NO plot or storyline! if you want a drink or place to stay for the night come here, its for all OC's with all forms! You might even meet a new rp partner!! so if you just wunna rp a pointless rp, lol come here, There is alcohol too! Plus the bar tender is REALLY NICE! So come join me and Edd! There is pool too!

I came here really tired and stress from all the work. I take a seat and asked bartender for a 3 mugs of fresh beer. I look around, see many people enjoying playing pokers, getting wasted, and making out. I though to myself how odd this Tavern is.

Yrsa had heard tales of this magical place. A tavern, with a simple name, that was anything but. She approached the stone circle that had existed in the barbarian lands for centuries. The circle would, when the right words were spoken, transport one to this place of fable and myth. She was told she would meet people of other worlds, possessed of fantastic magics, or wild technology, something her primitive mind would barely understand. She understood blade, and metal. That was the extent.

What would they look like? What language would they speak? Would she look strange to them?

Yrsa thought about that a moment. She cut an imposing feminine figure. Just shy of 6 feet tall, her life among the Hillpeople has resulted in a lithe, strong body. Arms and shoulders ripe with delicate ropes of strong muscle, she was also broad of hip and heavy of thigh.
Dressed in the summer garb of her people, she wore a leather harness across her chest, and a thick, fur lined leather loin cloth.
Her face was pleasant when not angry, but her hair is an eye-catching feature. Long, thick copper strands flowed down her back to the bottom of her pleasant rump, held in place by an iron ring near the bottom.

Would they be afraid of her? or would they laugh? She knew not, but she had to find out.

She stepped into the circle and spoke the word. In a flash, she was in that place, and she looked about to see what other fantastical beings may be there.....

Alaya had calmly strolled into the tavern, needing a place to relax and some rest. Every step she took was elegant, and she didn't look much around the tavern, when she walked across the room. One might say she almost looked uninterested. As though she wasn't new to this place. She appeared to be a young adult, yet also looked like she had seen many things come and go. In her steel-grey eyes, if gazing in them for too long, you could see rivers flowing, battlefields, trees and seasons change. She walked up to the bar and calmly placed her order, her voice soft, but clear. Sharp, but kind. It was a voice that got through to you, left an impact. It was strong and determined. One that you might respect or be in awe of. She gave the bartender a gentle smile before sitting down at a nearby table.

{May I join?}

Selwyn enters the tavern, looking around as if he had never seen the place. He listened to the clink of glasses, and the swirling of liqiud.

It had been years since he had set foot in such a place; but after recent events, he needed a drink.

Sitting alone, he asks the bar keep for a glass of brandy.

Harris would enter the tavern, puffing a cigarette. He had a rough day at the factory where he worked, and needed a break. He stumbled over to a stool at the bar and sit down. He'd place both hands on the counter and ask with a raspy voice "A glass of whiskey please."