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    1. Emyris Bayne 10 yrs ago

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The woman tending te bar nodded to him, leaning forward. Drevayne would likely be able to tell that this Nordic woman was not exactly fresh into life, as her weathered face would show. Though older than many in the bar, she was certainly not older than Drevayne. She appeared in her fifties, and the gods only know how old Drevayne was. "Looking for a room, or are you here for a drink, Elf?"
Meanwhile, Lysander had turned, looking to the stairway. He anticipated that the elder or wizard, as his gait of three legs, one wooden dictated, may come up in the next few moments. He looked to Hargjorn, the Redguard and the Orc once more, his eyes switching between them and the stairway.

Lysander turned his attention to the fliers. He looked up to Hargjorn, then back, smiling under his hood. "Ship for hire, eh?"
Oh, and 42nd, I prompted your enterance, by the by, lol.
Lysander looked between the Redguard and the Orc, nodding to both of them. He looked to Hargjorn. "Thanks for that...the man nearly crushed my throat, eh?" He chuckles, holding his throat before smiling nervously.

He looked over to the one member of Tormir's group, of whom proceeded to harrass the Dunmer girl who had been playing moments ago. Lysander turned his head so that they were out of sight and mind. He flincheded upon hearing the door open and close. It was then that they would hear a new set of footsteps below.
Okay, lol. I'll think of something to put you back in and resolve Lysander's little event. Post soon, though, like come in afterward, maybe?
We could use others who aren't archetypes, as you say, eh?

And besides, nobody said we can't have multiple mages, rogues or warriors. Besides that, there are other archetypes, standalones like monks or bards, or combonations, like spellswords.
The snow fell relentlessly from the heavens above towards the lights of Windhelm. It was cold, practically barren and desolate. This, however, was not unusual in the city of Windhelm. It was always cold, and likely would be for ages to come.

The interior of Candlehearth Hall was only a small difference in warmth as opposed to the snowy alternative. Anyone with half a brain would head straight to the fireplace upstairs. However, the fireplace was surrounded by a group of Nords, about five or six of them, clad in simple steel armor. Their leader appeared to be a full seven feet in height, wearing a full set of steel plate armor, other than the helmet.

One of the simple-clad ones, a rather shrewd, shifty looking Nord amongst the others turned his head. "Gray-skin!" he bellowed, "Play us a song! The Age of Oppression, eh?"

The small, blue-skinned Dunmer stepped forward, biting her tongue as she brandished her lute, performing the requested song. She was beatiful, both physically and in voice, Dunmer as she was. A table of drunken soldiers across the room tried to sing along, though with little success. On the ground floor, one could find three, perhaps four patrons, though many had made their way upstairs.
Lysander Fleetwood, dressed in the distinguishable armor of the Thieves Guild, sat at one of the corner tables, eyeing the bard. She was pleasant to the eye, he had to admit, even if the was Dunmer. His gaze turned to the brutish, armored Nords standing about the fireplace. He flashes his confident, trademark smirk. They seem stupid enough, he thought to himself, the big one seems an easy enough mark.

He stood, slowly making his way over. To the eyes of any other patron, it appeared as though he were simply passing by the brood of Nords. However, as he passed by the seven-foot Nord, he curled his hand about his coinpurse, tugging at it ever so slightly.

Much to Lysander's surprise, the Nord turned, a mad look in his eye as he saw Lysander's hand about his coinpurse. He grasped Lysander by the scruff of his collar, raising him nearly a foot in the air. The other Nords in his company brandished their steel swords and axes, now turned fully to provide their leader with back-up. "You try to steal from me?! No sneak-thief steals from Tormir Giants-Blood and lives to tell the tale!"

Lysander found that his throat was constricted. He could barely breathe. As he choked and wheezed for breath, he reached out, perhaps in an attempt to grab at Tormir, though with very little success.
Okay, lol. I have some stuff for the next few days, so I'm going to be a bit busy. I'm thinking we should all just post when you can, so I'll do my DM post followed by my player post, Daglobster does his, then 42nd does his. Of course this is just how we'll start off doing it.

I'll put up the first IC post relatively soon, within the next few days, possibly hours depending on how busy I am, but yeah. No pressure to post immediately, though.
Yeah, I'm thinking maybe we'll need to start up soon, with or without two others. I'm sure if they want to join in, they can do so during the journey, eh?

But yeah. When are you two available? You know, so that we can set up a time to start this thing up.
Now that I am thoroughly amused by the old man's ramblings, accepted!
I will edit the thread soon enough! Now that's 3/5 of the needed participants..
Alright, I'll need to head off soon, but I'll definitely try to get back to you around 4:00 P.M., EST.
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