"Well long story full of amazing invention, thrilling, random explosions, war and space short i found it on the moon in a temple guarded by goat guards do you want it? If you do i only have one request, buy one of my inventions, there are many good ones like a rocket ship maybe a inter-dimensional radio oh what about a matter teleporter.1"
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1. The Avery Vanderson inventing company claims no responsibility for any lost hair fingers or other small body parts.

After grabbing his rifle he looked up at the inventor. "How much for a radio? My ships radios backfired and will only give static" He sighed. He needed another man for his adventure. This guy looked helpful, every-ship needs a tinker... And unfortunately his last one fell off deck. Now, he just needs a way to put it to him. Unlike the merc who is a good man and will work for a lower price because, well lets be honest, merc work is boring. But this man, this engineer or inventor. He runs on money, it will cost a small fortune to get him to work for him, but he needs a crew to help him see the world again. Run a ship and save villagers from the turning tides of anarchy and war. If he bites and he can get the radio. Who knows? Maybe he could get another companion/

Spinning in his barstool Avery pulls two radios out of his pack you notice that his pack could not possibly hold both of them, one seems to normal but the other one has many strange attachments to it " it depends 50 Druma for inter-dimensional" Avery motions to the one with the strange attachments " or 20 for regular " points at the normal one. Suddenly his face gets thoughtful "You know why do i charge people for my inventions i have more money then i could ever spend i mean i literally have an inheritance from the great daemon bob the deadly1, you know what no charge" suddenly he notices the rifle that the strange man is holding " but may i ask your name mine is Avery Vanderson of Avery Vanderson inventing company and one more question what is that you are holding.2"
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1. Also known as bob the killer bob the conqueror bob the not dead and of course bob of cheese

2. I would like to mention that this character's only social contact before landing near this bar was the ghost of the wizard Steve the unrealisticly fast miner

Smiling at a free radio he sighed "I am Sir Richardson." looking to his rifle "This is a millitry molecular and tittue destryer. It can blow a hole in a wall and act as a bullet. Only 100 were made." Feeling its weight he tiped his hat and held out his hand. "Come sit with us a bit" Smiling a noble smile and winking "We dont bite and I am sure I can pay for the radios in some way"

Avery looks at the rifle for another second before asking " so where are you from i am from the misty isles or depending on your point of view orbit around this planet before that the moon before that orbit again also would you like some fog apple extract" Avery pulls two metal cups from his pack the metal changes every 5 seconds " fine stuff only ever brewed on the misty isles due to the difficulty transporting fog-apples"

Clark was just listening to the conversation between his pal Richardson and this other fellow. He nodded at his friend inviting the fellow over and then heard that the guy is from the misty isles. A place that Clark had never heard of before. He found himself smiling, and speaking to both in general he said, "Richardson, why don't you hire this fellow as well as me? He then turned to Avery and explained himself, "I'm clark a mercenary who comes from a town far away and I fight for money and me and Richardson planned to to go on a trip adventuring and frankly Richardson as also hired me, so basically I was wondering if you were interested in coming along?

Turning to Clark and pulling another metal changing cup from his pack " that seems like a good idea but due to his rifle i would like to know sea, train, air or space sea train1 also would you like some fog-apple extract.
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1. A rare yet effective form of travel

With all his customers seemingly satisfied for the while Geoff quickly nipped out through the back door and out into the paddock behind the Drum. Glancing around to make sure no-one was watching he headed for an old tree stump that sat by itself in the middle of the field. Banging his fist on the rotting wood in a long sequence of pausing and taps he stood back and waited, as if expecting something.

After a few moments the old half-troll lost his patience and kicked the stump roughly. "Oi, you little bastards, open up!" Stepping back Geoff watched as a section of the paddock seemed to rise up out of the ground to reveal a hidden trapdoor being lifted from below by a gnarl-faced gnome.

"Was that tap tap tappity taptap tap tap tap, or taptap tappity tap taptap?" The gnome asked, ramming a rusty trumpet into his ear as he listened for a reply.

"What's it matter?" Geoff answered angrily, "You still opened the bloody door, even if it was the wrong knock. Not that I'm saying it was, mind you." Pushing the gnome back Geoff quickly followed him down a short flight of stairs into a packed and boiling chamber. All around cisterns and cauldrons were bubbling. condensation tubes were glistening and bunsen burners were... well, burning. After a quick gaze around the secret cellar Geoff nodded with satisfaction before turning to the gnome. "Looks like you've got everything in hand, how's the latest stock?"

Stepping around between the apparatus stuffed desks the gnome waved over to a couple of his colleagues, who looked almost identical to him in every way. "We should be well on target for the next batch of products," The lead gnome said, flicking through a clipboard filled with charts, diagrams and complex looking equations. "The bar should be fully stocked again by sunrise, if not earlier."

As he spoke a large vat just behind the old gnome began to bubble over, its lid clattering wildly as the gasses held within seeped through the seams. "DUCK!" Cried one of the junior gnomes, and without pausing all three of the little creatures vanished under the sturdy oak furnishings just as the boiler exploded in a cloud of incandescent light.

Peering through the smoke Geoff saw a glimmering portal floating in the air, on the far side a bathhouse filled with dusky, exotic maidens, rubbing each other down with oils as their naked bodies glowed with an unearthly light. As he watched them frolicking together one of the girls seemed to step closer to the portal, her arm reaching out with a beckoning finger beseeching Geoff to step through and join in with the carnal pleasures on display.

After a moment the image began to fade and the portal closed with a loud pop, leaving behind a somewhat bewildered looking toad which promptly leapt of the table and made its way as quickly as it could towards a nearby drain. "Quick, get it!" Hollered the lead gnome as one of his assistants grabbed a set of tongs and set upon the unfortunate creature, quickly lifting the toad up and depositing it in a large jar already inhabited by dozens more just like it.

Clearing his throat loudly the lead gnome peered up at Geoff sheepishly. "The Pervert's Paradise may take a little longer, but the rest of the goods will be ready on time. I'd stake my life on it."

Bending at the waist, Geoff leaned down, his nostrils flaring from his heavy breathing as he glowered at the gnome for several long seconds. "Your life is already staked on it." He said in a deep rumble, leaving no doubt in the gnome's mind that one of his assistants would soon be getting a promotion unless he delivered his end of their little deal.

"Y-yessir..." The gnome finally muttered through chattering teeth, his hands shaking as he turned to direct his assistants to roll another boiler out from the storage room nearby. As Geoff turned away and made his way back up into the paddock he could hear the busy little creatures hard at work, metal grinding against metal as they tightened screws and fastened bolts, getting the apparatus up and running.

With a flick of his hand he slammed the hatch back down, watching for a moment as it blended once more with the surrounding grass, invisible to all. Stomping back towards the bar the half-troll began to wonder just how much Hilda had stolen from the the stock while his back had been turned.

Turning to Clark and pulling another metal changing cup from his pack " that seems like a good idea but due to his rifle i would like to know sea, train, air or space sea train1 also would you like some fog-apple extract.
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1. A rare yet effective form of travel

Smiling at clark "Yes. Would you like to join us on our adventure?" picking up his wine "And no fog apple for me. I have resliance to the stuff."

Puting the cup back in his pack " hmm sure but i want a nifty hat" he looks to a part of the bar near him "mine seems to have disappeared1"
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1. Note that if you are inviting me to a roleplay due to no consistent internet i am having to use my phone due to this my grammar will be pretty bad but any other rules your Rp has such as no godmoding can be followed

Clark smiled broadly, as avery mentioned that he wanted a nifty hat, and noticed that avery was looking towards another part of the bar, "I'm sure the barkeep as some spares he'd be willing to sell ya." Then Clark remembered, the earlier offer, "And sure I'd love to try some fog-apple extract."

Opening the bottle of fog-apple extract Avery says " minus two was a particularly good year but as it was only available to mages with skill in time travel it is extremely rare." Avery then pours the drink into the cups1.
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1. If you were to smell your drink for some strange reason you would feel a bit tipsy.

Charles laughed at Clark "Clark, im sure you would want to be polite but" Laughing again "Actuly clark, knockyourself out... Im sure you will love it." he was nearly in stitches. No matter how hard you are. Fog apple is strong, a wall buring strength. "Ill get you a hat. Im sure there is one on the ship."

(I have bad spelling. Just post regulary. and dont be silly like refrencing minecraft. Most f all be active, the whole rp will be balnced on the players so we will need activty. Anything else and we will be having fun with imagination)

Taking a drink of his extract Avery says in drunk "that's great i'm in.1"
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1. Good i am going to be very active but question remains are we going to space and also i will be gone for about an hour now

((I doubt we will go to space. If we have a reason then yes))

Taking another drink Avery begins asks "anyone here ever heard of the misty isles wild beast?"
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That's good but i think my character might make a escape pod type thing that goes to space
By the way are we going to be on a steel based ship, iron clad or wooden

@hiddenleafguy
"Aye, damn thing was hard to track down!" Elderi bellowed over to the man across the way. It had been, the beast was fast and so light on its feet it rarely left any tracks. Luckily for him he had found a hunter that was a keen eye, and the nose of hound ( but larger and more embarrassingly runny ). It didn't take long before they found its lair and took its hide.

After a long and bloody battle of course.

They later saw another pass into the lair. Turns out their are many of them, and they're just the younglings.

@hiddenleafguy(It will be a wooden vessle, old but made of more than just wood. Think of a guns of icarus goldfish type ship. It will have iron fastnings and escape chutes. We are in a steampunk world not a sci fi world. Its unlickly you could make a escape pod as we are not is a space ship. Dont worry though, if I feel we have a good enough group we can do more than just the one worls we are on.)

A small pixie in the back of the bar responds "yes i have and i hear it is a dangerous creature"
To which Avery responds " while that has absolutely nothing to do with this" he begins to weave a tale occasionally taking a drink of the extract.
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Got it this character is a brilliant, slightly insane inventor who after sending a small bullet shaped shell of a craft made of a material that becomes brittle with lack of air into space he concluded that space has no air so then went in a air proof craft and crash landed nearby

With her suitor seeming to lose interest in her, choosing instead to speak of a 'wild beast' other than the one she was interested in discovering a whole lot closer than the Misty Isles, Astrape quickly grabbed her sister by the arm and dragged her towards one of the unoccupied booths set into the back wall of the bar. Forcing the boisterous girl down into one of the seats Astrape dropped herself down on the opposite side of the table and glared over at her sister menacingly.

For the next few minutes the two held a tense and terse conversation consisting entirely of whispers and gestures which had all the patrons at the surrounding tables quieting their own interactions as they leant closer to listen in on the snatches of speech they could hear.

"...and what about that dryad?" "He had a very appealing trunk..." "_{...I bet he did...}" "You needn't take that tone with me, or do I need to remind you about that piccoloist?" "...you wouldn't..." "She was rather skilled with her mouth, wasn't she..?" "You promised never to bring that up!"

@Genni

As Astrape hopped off Elderi's knee and into a booth with her sister, he made his way up to a room, throwing a platinum coin in the direction of Geoff " Keep the change."

Obviously the goddess had little interest in him, and he was begin to feel weary. A good bed would ease his aching legs and rest his spiralling mind.


He bellowed.

@Genni@SimplyJohn