The Heroes of Mundus (IC)

[Ryukuruyu]

OOC

It has been ten years since the war has started, ten years since hell was unleashed in the world of Mundus by Five Assassins who have Assassinated each king of every race. Today, in the town of Merktown, our heroes will unite together and form a band, a band to find the Five Assassins and bring them to justice ... yet, they don't know that there is something bigger going on.

Tristan walked into a tavern and sat down on a chair.
"Mug of Rum, please ..." Tristan said. The bartender nodded and quickly got a mug of Rum for Tristan.
"Oh, look, it's a Knight," A drunkard said behind Tristan. "Say, why aren't you fighting in the war? Are you too much of a coward? Shouldn't you be fighting in the war? Then again, I don't think a cowardly knight could fight in the war, I bet you that I could do your job!" Tristan, finished with drinking the mug of rum, stood up and turned around. There, in front of him, was a drunk human a bit shorter then him. Tristan then took out one of his two swords and stabbed it into the ground of the Tavern.
"Pick it up, I dare you," Tristan said, sitting down on the chair. The drunkard tried to pull out the sword but failed due to the fact that there were weighted jewels on the sword.
"What is this magic? You cheater!" The Drunkard said.
"No magic," Tristan then grabbed the sword and pulled it out of the floor with one hand. "You're just not strong enough to hold a one hundred pound weighted sword."" Tristan then order another cup of rum and threw it on the drunkard. Everyone in the tavern started to clap.

[thomas0563]

Lokir arrived at Merkford, the Dwarf looked around, finding nothing impressive about the place. "Even the Mines of Mors look better structured than this shabby little... Oh, a Tavern!" He said excitedly as he rushed to the Tavern. He walked in to hear everybody clapping. Well, well. Looks like some people around here at least know me. He thought as he bowed. But, they seemed to be ignoring him... "Eh? Oi, what's the big idea here?" He said, folding his arms angrily. His eyes strayed to Tristan who had just tipped a mug of rum on some Drunkard's head. He gave a slight chuckle but abruptly stopped as he realised that he was the one everyone was clapping at. "Oh, so some guy wasting his money on a drink just to pour it on some guy's head is enough to clap at but not the sight of a mighty dwarf? Why, I oughta' give you all a good pound to the noggin'... There's obviously somethin' wrong up there..." He muttered to himself.

[xcalx1dw]

Another man came through the door, He seemed very cold, "A drinky drink for me....And by that I mean water" Callum sighed as he heard a chuckle through the tavern.
He turned around and raised the cup of water in a happy tone, when he turned away he tripped over, the cup of water flew into the air, "AH!" Callum shouted as he froze the water before it spilled over him.
He got some stares, but he ingored it.
He looked at the Dward rantin about something, he let out a small chuckled.

[SomeoneSomewere]

Greyson arrived at Merkwood, his wings folded up against his back. The back of his shirt was tied to together at the top, allowing it to be untied to take it off. Then on top of that he had a thick leather coat, that effectively hid his wings, and provided protection if needed. He folded his arms over his chest, walking into the tavern at the sound of clapping. He scowled slightly at the complaining drarf, shaking his head.

[thomas0563]

Lokir heard the sound of laughing behind him and turned around, seeing Callum laughing at him. "What? You ain't never seen a Dwarf before?" He asked sarcastically. A hint of anger was mixed in with his voice aswell.

[Ryukuruyu]

Tristan looked up from the Wet Drunkard, who now sat down, and looked up at the Dwarf who people were laughing at.
"Eh?" Tristan said to himself. "What's a Dwarf doing in Merktown? Then again, this Town is quite neutral in the War ..."

[xcalx1dw]

"I have I've seen many dwarves, but even with the normal...attiude of dwarves...It not often you see them randomly ranting inside a tavern, but never mind me" Callum smiled as he raised his cup of water.

[Silyan]

Silver drifted into the tavern silently, her wings wrapped around herself tightly. Once inside, her wings extended and she shook them out with a content sigh before taking a seat. She paid no mind to anything that was going on and spoke to the bartender with idle interest. Her bright red eyes scanned the room for a minute before she ordered herself a drink.

[Cancer Lord]

Sir Wuncler Wutang slammed the tavern door open, his heavy armour clanking as he swaggered on in. As he approached he threw up a hand gesture in the direction of the bartender. "Yo 'keeps! Give me an iced 40." As he took a seat down by the bar counter, he was handed a cold cup of ale. The knight poured the drink down through the gap in his helmet. As he looked around he saw several odd persons standing about. Wutang paid no heed to them, pulling the lute strapped along his back and strumming a few strings.

[Ryukuruyu]

"Nice Lute," Tristan said, still trying to figure out why any Dwarfs or Penna would come here. Tristan then got off of the chair and walked over to the Mission Board. The Mission board is a system made long ago for Mercenaries who, when in desperate need of cash, would always go to the Mission Board, accept the mission, and finish it to get their money. As Tristan looked around the mission board, he could see a Mission that has been there for a very long time.
"Find the Five Mercenaries and bring them to Justice
Prize: 90,500,000 M"
That Mission was posted by a mysterious known figure and has never been attempted before. Tristan then turned around and looked at the Dwarf, the Penna, and other various races. Tristan then grabbed the mission, walked over to the bar, and stood up on it.
"Alright, who wants to help me with finding the five assassins?" Tristan asked. The tavern became dead silent.