Looking for a roleplay...

[Jester]

I'm looking for a roleplay and more than likely it would be in a fantasy setting. I'd be more than willing to open things up and I'm free to suggestions. I'm male if that makes a difference. I tend to write a good bit in posts, just as a forewarning, but I don't expect that of everyone else.

Just let me know through either here or pm if you're interested.

Here's something I came up with for an opening...

Ray leaned back in his chair with his boots propped on the table as he steadily drained his sixth flagon. Through the haze of his inebriated vision he saw her, a pretty thing with bouncy blond curls serving ale to this man or that one. Her face was flushed red and her forehead slick with sweat, but that just strengthened the appeal. She worked hard and long for her old man, the barkeep, which made it all the worse considering he did little himself. It was something to admire, someone doing something they felt was right and expecting nothing in return. Compassion and loyalty were what truly made the girl beautiful. Ray loved her in the same way a person loves the sun right as it rises or just as it sets. In Kale you hardly ever saw the sun; she was his. "Another cup, darlin'," he managed through a hiccup. Looking up from the tray she was balancing, the lass gave him a half-smile and set the drink down in front of him. "It's appreciated..." As she turned, he slipped a gold piece into the pocket of her apron without her noticing. Maybe if she didn't think it was just some drunk taking pity on her then she might just start smiling a bit more. It was wishful thinking at best, but the world could use a few more smiles.

The sun had been down for an hour so that meant the tavern was full. Nothing quite justifies hard labor for the men of Kale like a good drink to float yourself in. Hours drifting through the bog and stabbing at every ripple in the water because it might be a fish spelled out life for these men. The other half ran trade barges upriver to bring and sell supplies in the local shops--not that there was much of a selection. It wasn't the most realistic style of living, relying on imports to sustain their small community, but the people here had a queer sense of pride that often went hand-in-hand with small towns like this. They loved where they lived and how they lived regardless of what others might think of them. It was all they had and would ever know, something they've grown comfortable with.

The lean, dark-haired man drained his sixth flagon and motioned the barmaid over for his seventh. "Thank you, darlin'," he muttered, gently bobbing in his chair. The hearth cast the shadows of men across the back corner of the room where Ray was sitting; for the most part he remained unnoticed by a majority of the building's occupants. The wooden planks under his chair creaked as he continued to rock. His dark eyes lazily scanned each face that came within view.

[Jester]

I've gotten a pretty good response, so I won't be taking any more submissions, sorry to any who didn't get a chance.