@Billsomething"Right follow me." Snarf leads the Half-Orc out back to the showers,"Here ya go I'll wait out here for when yer done."

[Clays Quest]
FM walks into TNT for the third time, he goes and sits at Clays table.

[Clays Quest]
Clay greets the newcomers with a wide grin and an offer of whatever ale fills the jugs on his table.

"Glad you guys made it!"

"I'll give the others a bit of time to arrive before we get started. Have a drink get comfortable."

@Snarfulblast "Thsank Bahkeep" Andre walked into the showers, stripped out his clothing and turned on the valves and began washing of the blood and stink.

Dr.Alobe walked out his clinic, now wearing a lab coat and a black wide brim hat hat that hung on the back of his neck with a string. he walked over to the Clayton's table and sat down

@CandiBarr
It was a dance and that's all Dorian would allow it to be.
The day was a special occasion which caused him to act out of character as he had but when the dance was over his gift to Sophia was over.

Some time later Dorian is walking back down the steps, ducking behind the bar he reappears with a new pitcher of ale in each hand and takes them to Clays table offering them to all partaking in [CLAYS QUEST]

"Thank you all for undergoing this task, I promise to make it worth your time. Should you require anything from the tavern in the meantime feel free to ask."@Billsomething

-walks inside and yawns from my long and weary traveling, I sit down at an empty table and fall asleep-

On the cluttered surface of Clays table, covered with old papers, pitchers and empty mugs, a common image appeared on the outer shambles of the papers he had discarded and ignored. Strange images and symbols were repeated, very little was translated and it looked as though Clay didn't care much for their mystery at all.

Creeping closer to the centre of his attention were miscellaneous scratches and odd maps. Crude and hand drawn, some older then others. Little sense could be made of them but Clay held much confidence in them.

Lastly was an image that held most of his focus. A knife. "Alright, this!" He says putting a heavy finger on the picture of the dragon knife. "This is what were after."

"There is an old church buried under the sands and the report is that it can be accessed by this steeple." Clay says sliding a new picture out for all to view.

Clay then takes a moment to drink from one of the nearby mugs as he flicks through papers with his free hand. Putting the drink down with a sated gasp he smiles at the men before him as he rolls out a map.

His finger starts on the lowest x labeled 'Primeiro Beijo'. "That's where we begin! It's as far as the mercenary caravan will take us." He looks down his nose at the map as his finger trails the dotted lines swirling about until it reaches just below the mountains, to a place called 'Repouso De Trevan'.

"And that my friends is where fortune awaits" he says excitedly, baring his teeth as he smiles. "Gotta try keep away from them mountains though.."

Clay slaps the table and shouts out,
"Alright, we know the what now we just need the who!
Report in with your name, contribution and any previous experience kicking ass!"

@Dark Light"The names FM, and I've killed an entire army of ghouls in one night by myself. Oh and I a master mage, and if I go back home I'll be a Grand master mage. And heres a hundred gold." FM pulls out a bag of gold and drops it on the table.

@Dark Light "The Names Dr.Alobe Xarhant, Combat isn't something i am all excited for but as doctor i can do two things for this group. its either heal patients or execute dangerous people. Either way helps. I have fourteen Degrees Relating to the arts of healing" taking a quick sip of his tea before continuing "although none of them are valid in this universe" Alobe said as he reached into his pocket placed a small bag of gold coins

@Dark Light "I'm Yanton," he told the man, "I am an undead paladin, I can use powers from beyond the grave like, raising the dead. I have fought in many battles and won them all, I have killed as many as fourteen fully armored orcs with a single throw of a spear , and I a virtually invincible." he said with a devilish smirk as he placed a bag of coin on the table.

@Dark Light Madeline found her way into the Nameless Tavern, shifting her legs through the door, to see a small group of people around feisty sandwich thief. Among them were some familiar faces. She listened to their introductions. "Hey there fellow adventurers. I am Madeline Keene, but most just call me Mad. I suppose I would be eye candy and the comic relief." She also presented a bag of coin and tossed it over to him.

@Snarfulblast@Billsomething@Arabix@Roecoon
[Clays quest]

"Alright!" Clay says slapping the table and standing up.
He eyes each person one at a time, studying their resolve with his steely gaze.

"virtually invincible 'ey?" He asks Yanton, "I'd like to test that one day."

He then looks to FM. "I hear stories of ghoul like creatures in the wastelands lost cities. Your experience could prove useful" he then gives the man a nod.

"Ah Mad!" He says, arms wide in welcoming gesture. "I'm glad you could make it, not only will you be our prettiest and probably funniest but hopefully those many mechanical legs will help us carry all our extra loot." Clay grins widly at the prospect.

"And doctor," Clay says lowering his voice. "I'm trusting you to keep things in check and ensure the main objective is carried out."

Clay then drags all the gold off the table into a rucksack and empties his mug of ale with a deep swig. "If there are anymore questions ask them now otherwise let's get this over with!"

[after question time Clay leads everyone to the back exit where a large bus like vehicle awaits.]
Click here to take the bus to the wastelands

A huge hulking figure walks into the tavern and takes the nearest seat. The monster seems tired and worn out, but its obvious there is still fight left in it. With a mighty green fist slamming the table the creature bellows...

"WHERE BE DA BAR WENCH! I BE A NEEDIN A PINT OV GROG AN' A PLATE OF HOT MEAT! DIS BE A NO TIME FUR TESTIN OL' ROTJAWS PATIENCES!!!"

Red eyes scan the room for desired service, its rage building up with the passing time.

@coolbro "Stop Your insipid whaling!!" shouted Cash at the Orc

@Billsomething A yellow toothy grin spread across the monsters face. Rotjaws hunger was never one for food and drink, but one of punches and fists. It was as much a necessity for him to live then anything in this world or the next.

The monster responded with a tyranical bellow "Oo' be a tinkin dey can mouff off Ol' Rotjaw and live to tell da tale?" The Captain stood up drawing his crude pistol and rusty dulled out cutlass (which was more of a blunt object from years of neglect the a sword) "Come on now, oo be da kulprit? Kaptain Rotjaw dont bite BWAHARHARHAR!!!!!" All evidence that indicated he was worn out was all but melted away from its excitment. The creatures eyes scanned the room for the perpetrator ready to beat down the worthy opponent... a man in a hawaiian shirt...

Rotjaws previous excitment was met with dissapoiment. "Dis oomie be a breakin real easy... but he will do" Rotjaw thought to himself. "You got yerself a big mouth dere oomie, you be a lookin fur a fight?" the monster said to the seemingley unimpressed man.

@coolbro"Ahoy mate, now just hold on to yer pants, I'll get yer dam Grog." Snarf quickly appeared from behind the bar to pour out two over sized mugs and filled them with the strongest most potent grog he could find, He tosses them to land perfectly on Rotjaw's table.

@Snarfulblast The Freebooter stopped and pondered his options. Beat the man to a bloody pulp, or enjoy a tasty beverage... he decided there would be time for fighting later, and sat down. After all, a more dead 'ard opponent may show up later. The grog was a little more then a mouth full to the Kaptain. It had a calming affect on the violent green giant, almost as if alchemised to sooth the angry brute.

"Where be da food, stunty!"

The ork eyed the dwarf at what can be best described as wonder... Had he found the long lost sq... no it couldnt be...

As he chugged down the second pint of grogg, a feeling of cold metal death filled the air.

@coolbro"Oy don't ye dare rush me lad I anint no cook." But contrary to what Snarf just said he brings out a gigantic plater full of meat, on this tray is everything from full prime ribs to a 20lb brisket."Now quit yer caterwauling and enjoy yer meal."

After Snarf returns to behind the bar the clanking sound of metallic footsteps can be heard, the footsteps slowly approach the tavern, then then steps stop and the door open to reveal a large group of metallic skeletons holding scythes and shields, at their head is a skeleton holding a large staff. The one holding the staff points at a table which the other skeletons go and stand around they number twenty in total,twenty one if you count the one with the staff. The staff holder walks up to the bar and places down a piece of paper with an order in it. It then proceeds to go and sit at the table the others are standing around.

@Snarfulblast Rotjaw devoured the ribs bones and all. He almost didnt notice the Necrons come into the tavern and to be honest, he didnt care to much. Deme metal boyz was good for fighten, but these ribs were to good to pass up. The fact that the Ork actually savored his meal over anything else truly accounted for the dwarfs skill in cooking.

The Kaptain left some teef on the counter. In Ork currency he underpaid, but of course, these teef meant nothing to other species and would account for a nasty suprise when thr dwarf came back to collect his payment. This meal was obviously not cheap...

The Ork felt around for a napkin and picked up the note left by the metal warrior by mistake. It was almost to late before he noticed the writing on it.

The brute couldnt read well, and it didnt help he left grease stains over the letters, but eventually sounded the whole thing out.

@coolbro"Oy mate ye didn't leave enough teef here, ye gotta put some more down." Snarf calls out to Rotjaw.

The staff wielding Necron, points at the ork and three of his guards walk over to him one looks at him and says in the scariest, slowest robotic voice,"You. Just. Ruined. Our Lords. Order. You. Will. Pay. For. That."It places it scythe on the ork's chest.