Narion ignored the person at the door.Never associate with someone who wears only black. That was her motto. She watched the group and relaxed slightly. She grabbed a rough wooden fork and started to eat.

Zerksies looked around... there didn't seem to be anyone looking for a highered hand... He needed some work.

"Maybe it's my black..." he thought. "Mom always said it turned people off..."

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(OOC: OMG Jax!!!! When i read ur post i fell off my chair because i was laughing so hard!!)

(lol. Sorry.)

Zerksies stepped outside for a moment and stuck his coat in the bag that was held on syndar's back.

Then he took off his top shirt revealign a dark green one, and put on his lighter red jacket.

As he turned to walk back in he herd rustling in his bags. Sudenly something from behind jumped onto his shoulder. "Azher..." He glared at the small ferit. "Fine, but you better not pull anything this time." he told the small animal.

Walking back in Zerksies walked up to the bar and ordered some coffie to drink. He looked around... by his estimation there were several people to ask for work... but he was sure the shapeshifter or the Lizerdman would have the most interesting jobs if any.

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(many I join?)

Name: Darenalz
Gender: Male
Race: Human, but suspect to have goblin blood and his appreance slightly point in that direction.
Age: about 20 or 30, hard to tell
Occupation: A Bounty Hunter

Appearance: Slim, but muscular body and sharp facial figures with his ears slightly reminding a goblins or gremlins. Very short, has no beard, but has long greasy black hair that tend to get in his eyes and that is why he sometimes ponytail them for battle. All tough his small size and slim appereance he wears studded leather armour pants and a metal chainmail armour with a plate mail right hand. He carries a rapier on his belt and a small shield to block attacks quickly, he usually wears his helmet on his head concealing his face all tough is mostly thinked as a human even without his helmet.

Helmet: http://www.amazonminiatures.com/images/ ... qt-a07.jpg

History: Only suspicions and tales are told about him all tough he only wonnders here and there remaining unknown, he disappeared for many years lately until surfacing out of nowhere. Many said that no one had just seen him or he had just ran off to enjoy his money, but some suspected a new employer whom had required many tasks from him.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Zerksies was not sure about the lizerdman... he had never delt with one before. Although he had never delt witha shapeshifter either he had herd much more about them. He walked over and settled down a ways from the shapeshifter and listened. Trying to get an idea whether she was there hiering people or what...

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Darenalz pushed the door open with a slight smile as he looked around the tavern from the shadows of his helmet that covered his face, he knocked the desk with his fingers getting the bartenders attention.

"Beer... the strongest you have" He shortly informed and slammed the money on the table with his armoured glove hand.

"Right away..."

Darenalz looked around the tavern, humans, elves and other ilk all tough he was a human, but still. He took his beer and sat down at a nice corner table near the fireplace as possible. He drew his helmet off revealing his face, he drew his long hair back and with a thankful smile drank his beer.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Narion tried not to stare, but this human was very interesting. He seemed to have some sort of goblin blood in him. She shook her head and went back to eating.

Zerksies sipped his coffie while waiting listening in ont eh conversation. (waits for conversation)

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(VERY GOOD!!! *is very happy about the success of this RP**knocks on wood*lol)

Rumour looks up, surveying the tavern and the people who had just walked in. A lizardman sat in one corner, a humanoid-goblin was asking for beer, and a man who was in black, then in red and green had just walked in, then out, then back in again. She shrugs and raises an eyebrow at her 'brother', Kindan. Rumour then turns to Narion. "So, what're you here for?...."

(Wait, the conversation is with Narion, right?....)

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~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

Perhaps it was just the nature of humans, but it seemed that he was finding more and more rarities in the taverns. Humans were all fine to him, but elves? Acutely aware that his own heritage was no common sight, he leaned back further into the shadows.

After terrorizing the barmaid for a few brief seconds for giving him beer instead of wine, Yrudit sipped his drink, his forked tongue flicking in and out between his rows of jagged teeth. The sensitiveness of his tongue immediately caught something in the air. A scent - hostile to him but all too familiar. During his short time residing with his clan, his people often sacrificed goblins for their own dark purposes.

Certain that his cowl shadowed his priest prestige, he scrutinized the stranger in question. It was a human, but something drove at his instinct....

There. Another rara avis. A red-haired female that was human, yet not. Shapeshifter. Having no particular intentions of disrupting his own solitude yet curious to learn more, he focused his keen hearing on the shapeshifter.

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Zerksies listened as the shapeshifter asked her question... waiting to see what would come up.

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Mirima remained watching the people until her curiousity got the best of her. With a few whispered words to Illith, her horse, she pulled her hood lower and entered the dim tavern.

The she-elf wondered at the scene before her. Never in her long life had she been witness to such a diverse group. The shadowy one with the wine-obviously of the lizard species. Red-haired elves, a crossbreed human, and several others exchanged shifty glances throught the hanging smoke. Casually seating herself at an empty table, Mirima refused the maid's offers of spirited drinks and pulled out a small bottle, from which she sipped occasionally.

(OOC: I won't be around for a week. Someone can be my charrie if they like, with promises to be nice of course Otherwise I will just enter in when I get back.
Wonderful, Luinnar, should be good. Always nice to meet a fellow Christian on the Net! )

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Thanks Haldir and Gil!
"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."

Shigure now noticed a great deal of strange movement around him, and slowly backed away from the crowd, but then bumped into someone very tall and very dark... all in black.

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Clueless member of the Welcoming Team

(OOC:wait..i am very lost at the mo....whos talking to who?....LOST! ...Sure the convo can be with me...which ever, but i thought i was looking at Rumour and Shigure talking....)

[I am a bit bemused myself. I believe Rumour is talking to Nauriel and the rest of us are just eavesdropping.]

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