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a Tale of High Adventure!

@Red Wizard

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TLDR
Was late to leave the ship, feeling a little sea sick, slipped through the crowd avoiding the registration and found a new pair of gloves along the way.

a Tale of High Adventure!

Ships, Lucky had thought. A genius invention. Being his first time aboard one he had learnt much about them and a little about himself. He loved everything about them except for the 'on the sea' part.
It was a long voyage for the halfling. His fortune rising and crashing like the waves they rode on. He had found no shortage of people to gamble with, the trick was prying them from their stations, duties and responsibilities.
Then of course there was also the matter of contending with the waves.
The rocking motion of the boat had left a permanent queasy feeling in his stomach, and on more than one occasion the sea had stolen a meal from him.

Despite this he laughed, drank, sung terribly, talked nonsense and tried to alleviate everyone from the burden of their coins, but now at the end of his journey as he stumbled about the near empty ship frantically collecting his gear, face looking a little green, legs a little wobbly, he noticed his coin pouch was feeling a little light. Well that's what I gets for teaching the children how to play ramshackle. He concedes with a sigh.

A fair way behind the others, lucky dice in hand, backpack filled to bursting slung over his shoulder, Lucky stumbles down the gangplank looking over the scene and city with awe. His eyes conditionally floating over the distant wealth, noticing the different paths and alleyways, analysing the flow and density of the nearby crowd.

It was the perfect conditions for one of his profession but it would be poor form to begin working right away. So he stumbled down, legs feeling a little wobbly, and enters the fray. The lines were slow moving, there was much grumbling and the others were some distance ahead. With a lean here, the right words there, a little anticipation, a lot of gentle persuasion and a dab of theatrics, Lucky came out the other end just behind his new companions. He was admiring the fit of a new pair of fine looking leather gloves as he squeezed and flexed his small nimble hands. It was so hard to find good clothes in his size. Children rarely wore things in his style, but these gloves...

He flash a wide, proud, gleaming grin at his companions that wash his sea sickness away.
"Right, so where we off to first? Anyone know where the nearest ale house be?"

a Tale of High Adventure!

@Red Wizardsorry, works kicking my ass, I'll try get a post up later tonight.
I don't mind if you move on, I'll catch up. ;)

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Clay let out a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl. His lip twitched in frustration as the wolf in him wanted to snarl in frustration. It writhed ever so subtly beneath his skin, beneath the burns and scratches on his scalp. Hungrily healing his injuries as if feasting of the violence that befell him. But still it couldn't bring back the patch of hair that was torn out.

He took a short moment to eye the newcomer, then turned his attention back to the barmaid and the bird. With a shrug he stands and says.
"Had it coming anyway." With that he turns away and makes his way behind the bar to help himself to some fine looking shelved scotch.

He turns to the newcomer. "Can I get you anything?" @DrabberRogue

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Will somebody save meeee
I don't care how you do it just, just stay, stay 🎶

@BunniesOfDoom

Barmaid offered a little magical help.

Also... what did I name the barmaid?

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When the barmaid left, there was a semblance of peace, when she returned upon hearing a ruckus, her emerald green eyes found only chaos.
Julian was gone, Clayton had returned, there was a smouldering pile of ash on the floor and the raccoons were hurling a bird across the room.

The bird hit the wall with all the audible and apparent force one might expect from a wooden wall. And while visually that's what all would see, that is not what Julian would feel. The tavern recognised his earlier actions and its responsibility for his condition. None of the force from the impact was felt by the little bird.

The rest was up to the barmaid. An intense focus and a sharp flexing of her fingers protected the small helpless creature from every blow of the orb, by surrounding the small creature in a thin skin tight magical barrier. It did t protect it from everything but would greatly lessen the blow.

@Triantafyllo "The room with an open door is yours, your food will be brought to you when it is ready. Sorry for the commotion. I hope you rest well."
The barmaid glared at Clayton and then rushed over to the assaulted little bird. Her use of magic to protect it had exhausted her and she was breathing heavily.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@gobboguy Hey, hope you're having fun. The raccoons are great.
Just a lil note on general rp'ing.

Lil note

Just sharing in case you are unfamiliar with it.
What you did in your post can be considered 'god modding'. Just letting you know because some people get really annoyed by it, but 'Bunnies' seems pretty chill about it.

It's just where you assume an outcome or action of another players character without giving them a chance to have a say.
For example grabbing them and throwing them against a wall.

You will notice in our brief fight (Clay & JJ) we never said what happened to the other person. We said what we were trying to do and maybe what would happen if it was successful, but always gave them the option to decide.

So you could word it as he grabs at the bird with the plan to toss it at the wall, or he reaches for the bird and if he can get hold of it he will toss it at the wall. That way everyone knows your intentions but has a chance to decide how their character is impacted by it. (You never know, they might have the ability to teleport as soon as touched or something even more bizarre .)

Like I said, no issues so far, loving the raccoons antics, just want to help you enjoy the whole site.

Anyway, hope that made sense and helps in future RP's
Thanks for being part of TNT

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@BunniesOfDoom nicely done, but no sympathy from the lycan.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

After the release of the cutlery, Clay continued his momentum, the hissing of the fuse had stopped, there was no time left. In that final second he redirect his hand to crash down on the nearest table and tip it over creating a small barricade. He would have liked to have ducked behind it but that foolish patron was still standing there so he just had to turn and put himself between the man and oncoming explosion.

It never came...
Sure there was the noise and a slight conclusive force, a little bit of heat, but no blast... was it a dud?

Turning back he just caught the last of Julian's impressive implosion. He let out a scoff and then a chuckle. "Mate, I hope you know that wasn't even me. I don't know who else you've been picking fights with but someone really didn't like ya."

He casually strolls over to the Phoenix's smouldering remains as he draws a new cigaret to replace his last one that he lost somewhere. Looking down at the mess he shakes his head then crouches beside the body, poking it with his cigaret and lighting it off the embers. "Bet that hurt like a ****, Maybe we can try again when you pull yourself back together eh?"

Just a little idea... [FxM, 18+]

This... sounds really interesting. Sadly I have no room on my plate for another RP rn but I hope it goes well!