Anarchy

The Don't Go Inn

The Don't Go Inn is a brothel set in the canopy of the Fey Wilds trees.

Ladders and bridges and pulley baskets.
Open from dusk till dawn.
There're women, men, and anthros of which your heart desires.

Prices have yet to be determined. Bartering is acceptable, if the goods are good.

When the characters get to their rooms the roleplaying has to be done through Private Messages.

COMMANDER

I uh don't know how to remove my post..........

COMMANDER

I don't touch the glass. I drain it once I decide to leave my quarters. (Thats the kind of guy I am)

But before I do even that I stand up to my compartments.

The Teleporting Citadel

Slamming a door finally shut, The Anarchy Arbiter leans on the door backwords.

as he was licking his rolled up tobacco he notices a female warrior turn down his aisle. With her assured stride he calls out to her "Thought no one but me would ever make it here."

The Teleporting Citadel

The Anarchy Arbiter woke hazily on that same spires roof, kicking without thought several bottles off the edge as he scruffled himself up. He stood over the ledge peering down at the dead silver dragon. "Guess not all silvers win over reds afterall... best scavenge what's left."

He began his descent down the spires stairs.

Here it is

Thanks, I'll mould it in my liking.

The Teleporting Citadel

Put down the soft covered book as he got up to go to the roof and stare up into whatever.

After taking the grapple-walk to the tallest spires roof, The Anarchy Arbiter layed back to enjoy the dragon battle. He snapped his finger and the Demon Butler creeped up rather fast.

"Uh, wow damn, okay Hey I want you to get me some fizzy liquor. I don't care what kind just as long as it's dandy." Said The Anarchy Arbiter.

"MzzrgkklllUHBrreak." said the Demon Butler as it spread its wings and free swooped off the spire in-part of its elegant bow.

The Teleporting Citadel

sweeeet

glad I got a veteran

Here it is

Name's Anarchy
Noob roleplayer
punk
skater
I like blood and guts and chaos
I know when to chill.

The Teleporting Citadel

I will be playing as "The Anarchy Arbiter" a character of my own creation.
Snow white skin, sort of muscular, has a black gelled lazy mohawk that hangs before his eyes in a spikey sense, a black eyeatch over his left eye, his right eye is just a glowing orb of red(still has eyelids), black skinny pants, black studded belt with an actual vampires skull beltbuckle, bare foot, and a katana strapped to his back- a gilded one.
6'3. Humanoid.