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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Da kaptin took the drink from the squa... i mean dwarf and paid for it. He was a little short and had to sock himself one to loosen some more dental currency. "Dis betta be worth it" Rotjaw thought.

It was almost comical the way the ork held the tiny cup between his meaty fingers. He walked to the lord and took himself a seat, carefully placing the beverage in front of the Alien. Now, Necrons are larger then humans, but this ork warlord made the metal man look puny in comparisson.

"Now dat we got our debtz aside, how about deme... nagoshiashonz? I was tinken you gitz grant me passage back to da our oonaverse an in return, ill offer mai services as a body guard until weze get dere. Im assumin if yer mek boyz telyported yer here yer gotz business ta do until ye get back home. Whadya say?"

It should be mentioned Rotjaw was not new to negotiating with aliens. Oomie nobilities searched for his services when they wanted to hide something from their bosses, and the tau always had something to say about a greater good or what not. But these creatures were different. He couldnt read if they liked what he was saying or intimidated by his hulking green build. This was unsettling to the ork.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Snarfulblast The Ork nodded in agreement and backed up toward the bar.

"Ere be da rest ov mah tab an howz 'bout a soul-ee drink fur meh metal lad ova dere"

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Now normally, Da Kaptains preferred way of handling these types of situations would be to shout at da boyz and let them handle the grots work while he took out the leader. But the fact that he was lost in the multiverse away from his krew did not help.

"Deme necron boyz is smart doh". Rotjaw thought to himself. "Deyz haz all sorts ov dem transdameshional dingyz mista gubbinz is always bickerin about. Effin i play meh cards right, iz could make it back to meh krew, dene come back an smash em shiny metal 'eads in"

Rotjaw looked up to the metal men and smiled that same yellow smile. If the necron could smell, it would of turned from disgust.

"Beg yer pardon mate, it was my fault. I be a willing to pay yer tab and dene maybe we could talks about... negoshiashons?"

Rotjaw watched the lord and waited for a reply. One of two out comes was about to occur. Either the lord will buy his bluff and Rotjaw can get one way ticket home or he denies and it will be time to get a krumpin. Rotjaw counted the warriors best he could. He knew the gaurds would be grots work but the lord was ganna be a challenge. He waited eagerly for a reply

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@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.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@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.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@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.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

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.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Name:
Da Dread Pirate Rotjaw

Race:
Orc

Appereance:Think of a big pirate. Now make him green and add a lower bite. There you go

Age:
Unknown

Gender:
Male

Power Descriptions:
Is Brute Force a power
Rumor has it he can never die... but thats just a rumor

Skills:
Fighting... Thats just about it

Personality:
Rotjaw is needless to say, wreckless and chaotic. Hes loud, proud, and not afraid to get in a "propa" fight. He doesnt make friends easily, but thats ok with Rotjaw. Who needs friends when you got enemies to crush

Biography:
The Infamous Rotjaw started out his career as an Orc Pirate, looting for treasure and weapons. Things went pretty good for ol' Rotjaw until out of the darkness came a White Void Whale that devoured all of his fleet and left poor Rotjaw stranded without life support. By some miracle, Rotjaw was saved by another survivor, his second mate Mr.Gubbinz and has since feared the Whale to come back and drag his soul to hell. (Although he wouldnt show it) Now a mercenary for hire, he has fought many terrors from zombies to demons from another realm. But what keeps Rotjaw going is his lucky dice roles... some say he cant be killed except threw the void whale that started his journey

Likes:
Fighting
Big guns
Food and Drink
Chaos
Pirate Stuff

Dislikes:
Order
Peace
Rules

Fears:
The Great White Void Whale (although he wouldnt show it)

Weaknesses:
None... Well... He looses it when he thinks the whale is coming to finish him off...

Hello!

@Billsomething
Thanks! Im going to take a look at them!

The Academy of Solomon

Name: Eisen Torquemada
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.

Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so.