Tricheus

Conflict Breeds Innovation (A Gundam-Inspired Giant Mecha small-group RP)

It's ok. Let us know if you get stuck anywhere :)

The Miner's Revolt(Mecha pilot RP!)

Also intereseted.

The Bawdy Dog

Gharlyc just wants some peace and quiet, so he will be actively trying to stop conflicts. But don't let that stop anyone ;)

The Bawdy Dog

It took forever, but Gharlyc was finally able to find a trader for the expensive wine. On his way back to the Bawdy Dog, he thought about how this cost was worth it to re-solidify his friendship with Busker, to show that Gharlyc was someone he could trust and rely on. Gharlyc needed a place to lay low for the time being, and Busker's tavern just seemed so much better than the old church in town. He was already trotting at a brisk pace to get back, but after hearing the loud Bang, Gharlyc was startled out of his thoughts and full out ran into the back entrance of the tavern and snuck through the storage and kitchen to peer into the bar.

Chaos... pure and simple. Weapons were out (there was already blood), too many people standing up and facing off against others...
Gharlyc didn't know what to do. He needed to be in hiding, to not stand out. But Busker was the only friend he could rely on in this crap world, and even if it is a crap tavern, it was still Busker's. Busker didn't like trouble, and especially didn't like violence. Gharlyc needed to do something...

With a sigh Gharlyc first runs over to Pallas, reaching up to gently tap her on her forearm to get her attention (Gharlyc is very, very short).
"Oh renowned bounty hunter! The people in here are in peril! I would ask for your assistance in putting a stop to these arguments and quarrels, physically if need be."
@karamonnom

Then scampering over to Fade, putting himself between her and Ealdwine, he addressed her in a very demure and servile manner holding up the bottle of honeyed raspberry wine in one hand while holding up his knife in the other towards Ealdwine to desperately fend his enraged blows.
"Madame Drow, I apologize for the late delivery, but here is the wine you have asked for. And if it pleases you, we can offer you a private room so that you may enjoy a quiet evening free from the noise of this rabble. Ah, for no charge of course, as an apology for the poor service we have rendered thus far."
@ViolentViolet
"And you, Bard! Still yourself for a moment before you do me an injury! I have no quarrel with you. Perhaps we can reach an accommodation to appease you as well?"
@Illogical Jim

The Bawdy Dog

@Tricheus let me know if you want to rp through anything outside the tavern!

@Mokley

Nah, I'll just summarize events to faster get back to the action. Thanks though.

The Bawdy Dog

@Keplo Haha yeah, that would be funny. Finally finds procures the honeyed rasberry wine, gets back to a large brawl, and slowly back pedals out

High-fantasy/Modern(ish) Roleplay

Very interested!

The Bawdy Dog

Observing from the side, Gharlyc could see Busker's very evident discomfort at the drow (who seemed to noticed Gharlyc, giving him a small twinge of panic), and also Wink's interest in the busy-body noble pup. Gharlyc was thinking through a plan when Pallas walked in, causing him to visibly pale and nearly drop his mug.
After taking a few breaths to calm himself down, Gharlyc started to reason with himself. He knew of the rising bounty hunter, and she was a good one, but she was known to be a lass of virtue. She shouldn't really have any connection to the criminal underworld, and know of things he's done, could she? Seeing that Pallas started talking to the small siren and the noble brat, Gharlyc took this moment to leave the tavern and chase after Wink.

Being very fast and efficient with his movement, Gharlyc caught up to Wink in no time. One of the more noticeable things about Gharlyc was his voice. A smooth and rich deep voice (it sounded even better now after 7 years of training and practice), he sounded much more intelligent and cultured than he really had any right to be, especially considering the conditions and the place he grew up in.
"Ah~ Wink! My darling girl, you wouldn't happen to remember your uncle Gharlyc now would you?"
Without waiting for her to respond "Now, I think I understand the situation. You keep the money Busker gave you and head back to charm up that handsome noble to your heart's content hmm? If he asks, just tell Busker you gave the money to me and that I will get him the wine, honeyed raspberry was it?"

Patting her on the shoulder, Gharlyc runs off. There might be some connections he could call up to get the blasted drow her wine, or at least a close facsimile of what she wanted. Whatever he did, Gharlyc needed to do it quickly lest she run out of patience.

The Bawdy Dog

Gharlyc was sitting in a dark corner, sipping his watered down ale and observing the people coming into the the Bawdy Dog. This shit hole of a tavern was a cherished place in his memories and almost made him feel safe. Almost.

Earlier, Gharlyc had walked in and ordered his drink, the hood of his cloak hiding his face so Busker didn't recognize him, and sat away from the other patrons to get a good look at the door to make sure no one had followed him. The drow looked dangerous with barely contained killing intent (better stay away from her...), but didn't seem to have any relation to the nasty business that Gharlyc was running away from.
As soon as things quiet down a bit and Busker wasn't attending to anyone, Gharlyc would approach him and see if old friendships were still worth anything anymore.

Conflict Breeds Innovation (A Gundam-Inspired Giant Mecha small-group RP)

Oh lord! Roommate situation! This'll be interesting.

After Arienne was finished unpacking, I was gonna make her go to the mess hall for some food, if anyone wanted to do a chance encounter or something