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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@aia2022

”Used to have a doc livin’ and working here.” Clay casually throws the words out there. Not directly speaking to Lavender but also not, not, speaking to her either. His back was to her as he put a thick paste on some slim white bandages and continued to verbalise his thoughts.
”Very odd fella but handy to have around. Set up a practice in his room, saw patients and treated people in this very tavern. Then.. Don’t rightly know what happened to him. Just suddenly wasn’t around anymore. Must of just up and left one day. No word, no trace. But that’s how things go around here.

Clay paused as he let out a sigh and slowly turned around. His eyes scanned that cold emotionless mask of hers. With a gentle nod of his head he gestured to the long strip of treated bandage that he held out, patiently awaiting her hand.

”Maybe he caught something off one of his patients or more likely he simply had enough. Hard game, helping others all the time.” Clay flashes a brief curious smile.
”He really could work miracles. Great man to be around when your dying, not so much when your sober.”

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@aia2022

Clay had the spool of bandage in one hand, a strip of it in his mouth and scissors in the other. He tried to hold it in place on his ribs with an elbow as he cut at the fabric.

“Ther brn gorked boddle over der” Clay said with slight difficulty through the bandage between his clenched teeth, with a vague nod of his head in the general direction of the table.

After cutting the spool of white fabric free from the layers that wrapped his wound he struggled to tie the loose tail off behind his back before conceding and turning to Lavender.

“Reckon those burnt hands of yours can still tie a bandage?” he asked.

Worlds within worlds: My RP interests

PLOTS AND PAIRINGS:
Ideas/themes I am am currently craving.

Mercenaries

A small group of mercenaries just trying to make a living. Taking jobs where they can, testing the bounds of morality, trying to stay alive.

You can be a mercenary in the group.
A job of theirs
Someone they pitied, with no where else to go.

On the run

What have you done this time.
What have you stolen.
What secrets do you know.
What unreasonable law did you break.

We could be running from a vile gang, an angry sorcerer, a kings knight, a cruel noble, a former employer.
Either or both of us can be the culprit, or one of us can be a tag along. Maybe accidentally and innocently involved, maybe following the other out of a secret love or sense of duty.

Prisoner

Dark themes. Torture.
Did you wish to be a hero? They never tell you about this in the books.
Caught by an opposing army. Sold to a cruel noble. Controlled by a powerful wizard. What ever it is, you are not free.

Ideas I REALLY want to do.

Leave a legacy -Demi gods

Somewhere in the transition from the endless night to the age of light, godly beings, the last of their kind, play cruel games with the broken world they are left, and even crueler games with one another.

We do what we must -Survival

Possibly the age of blood or purification. A group of mercenaries, or a witches coven, or a Druid circle, maybe even a mingle of all, try to carve out a home, a safe haven and a place in history for themselves. United by strong bonds their goals greatly differ, as do their perspective on right and wrong.

Always open to new ideas and inspiration.

SETTING: - WIP

AGES:

The recorded histories started at a war known as the ‘Death of the divine’ and follows their struggles there after.

The endless night

In the aftermath of a divinity war, all that was left was damaged and broken. The world was plunged into anarchy and chaos. Without god’s or governance true unbridled chaos ran free. There was no order to anything, natural or otherwise. It was an age of monsters, hostile lands, fear and confusion.
Magic was wild and rampant. Technology was near non existent and nights were long and dangerous.

The age of light

Also known as the age of kings, hero’s and law. For they are the three things that were produced in abundance. Balance was found. Alliances formed. The races that would dominate and shape the new world were solidified at this time. It was the ones strong enough, smart enough or simply lucky enough to thrive.

The age of blood

Too many kings, too many laws, too many fears, too many dark memories.

The Great Peace

The purification XXXX to X100

The age of purification lasted 100 yeas. Also known as the age of ‘the war on magic’
Magic and then magical creatures were outlawed and hunted. It got worse as time went on and momentum built. At about the 25 year mark magic fought back but was recruited on both sides of the war. Towards the end, magic had near all but faded into obscurity.

There were many good and righteous men on both sides, believing in what they were fighting for. While not all magical practioners were bad, those that were exploited this conflict and turned more to their ways. At the peak of the war there were more forbidden, more dark, more dangerous arts being used than ever before in recorded history. The line between right and wrong side, good and evil, shifted and blurred a lot.

The era of invention

CHARACTERS:
Existing:
- none yet
Wanting:
- everything

If you made it this far and are still interested, PM me to discuss further.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

If anyone is looking for an interaction just let me know.
Can work something out to cure your boredom.

I have Dorian the immaculately dressed dark haired, dark eyed proprietor of the tavern.

Clay the half naked barrel chested biker lycan

The young server boy who looks like dorians younger sibling and speaks dark Magic’s.

Then there’s also the wide eyed loveable serving shadow imps.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Injuries were abound in plenty. The barkeep, injured himself, pulled up a large hard leather case from behind the bar. The overused metal hinges groaned along with Clay as he flipped the lid back.
One by one he took out item and implement. Some familiar, some bizarre. Some so ancient surely they couldn’t work anymore (if they ever did). Others appeared so advanced you couldn’t possibly determine their purpose. At first it seemed to be a healers kit of some sorts, creams and scissors coming out, but as he continued rummaging through it and removing things, one could not be so sure. Some of the items could easily be misconstrued as torturing implements, or perhaps devices of a much more personal nature.

Finally Clay pulled out a roll of bandage from the deep case and awkwardly began wrapping it around his bloody, tattooed toned stomach. Noticing Lavender come back into the bar he gave her a knowing smile that quickly faded into a wince of pain.

“Girl!” he snapped, looking at @Marmalised Junk. ”Throw that thing away and get some clean supplies from here, see if anyone else needs anything too.”

”Dead people cant buy drinks.” he mumbled to himself.

His eyes briefly flashed to the golden bipedal lion creature.
”Just... ah. Be with you, in a minute.

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Worlds within worlds: My RP interests

Thanks for stopping by!

WORLDS WITHIN WORLDS:

What’s worlds within worlds I hear you ask, well, basically all the 1x1 I play or take on will all be part of the same world. They might exist on a different continent or in a different time period to each other but all the stories, no matter how big or small, will help build on, create and shape the lore of just one continuous world.

SETTING:
It is a medieval fantasy world of mythical races, powerful Magic’s, forgotten god’s, lost dragons and monsterous monsters.
It’s a world filled with good, greed, violence and war. There will be politicking and backstabbing as some vie for the throne. There will be romance and action as others fight for passion and love. And as always, there will be loss and gain as life and stories unfold.

ABOUT ME:
I’m a 30yr old Male. Been on and off this site for many years.
My preferred platform is discord but happy to RP here still.

WHAT IM LOOKING FOR:
21+ - Not that everything has to go into dark themes I just prefer RPing with mature writers.

Communication - Talk to me damnit! I like to have a bit of a plan about where the rp is heading. I like to know what you want to get out of the rp and what scenes you want your character to experience.
Also, life happens, I get it. Things come up. I just appreciate it if you let me know of any expected absences and I’ll try return the same courtesy.

Posting - Quality over quantity. I’m pretty flexible when it comes to post length and size, if you can fire off a decent post a day, great! I would like to keep it to at least one a week. And if it’s only one it should be a decent one.

Characters - I’m happy to take on multiple but you don’t have to. Characters should have flaws, vulnerabilities. Sometimes make bad decisions. Occasionally get hurt. Occasionally hurt others. A happy ending is just a story being cut short.

Newbie here

Hi @loveablelorrie and welcome!

𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 - 𝘈𝘳𝘤 𝘐: 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

Room for another?

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@ShadowKnight

Clay had just finished pulling on a pair of ‘emergency jeans’ that he had long since learned to strategically leave around the place. They were denim and despite being hidden away, still appeared well worn and aged.

He got up to standing with a loud groan and a slow heavy exhalation at the top. Lines of deep gashes ran along his ribs on the left and amongst the blood, the skin was already swollen and bruised with dark shades of blue and purple.

He smiled at the newcomer, a wide, teeth baring, wolf’s grin.
”Rough day” he repeated pondering. ”Guess it’s been a bit slow. Dropped me drink earlier, that was kinda disappointing...”

His eyes scanned over the gold. He couldn’t quite hide that glimmer of excitement from them. That faint reflection that gold causes in many men, despite needing it or not, regardless how much they might have, that hungry greed.

Had it been silver he placed on the table instead, it still would have been enough for what he was asking. But still, clay picked up a coin and pretended to examine it.

”Hmm, this currency isn’t really recognised here, but I’ll see what I can do. Just chuck a few more on the bar if the drinks look to be getting a little too light for your tastes.”

With that he gives a small nod, collects the coins along with a bottle of whiskey and heads out back into the kitchen. A short moment later the door bursts open to a fluttering of leathery bat-like wings as a dozen small, wide eyed, oil skinned, shadow imps fly out carrying mugs and bottles of various ales and wines.