Hey everyone, Preacher's the name and storytellin's the game.

If you ever need any ideas to get an RP thread off the ground, or a story's getting a bit tired and needs a pick-me-up, I'm your man.

This forum is basically a waypoint for adventurers between quests. Just relax, put your feet up and relax with a tankard. Tell stories, meet people, share ideas, any problems, give us a shout, I'm just behind the bar...

Introducing Raven:
Name:Raven
Pronounced: How else would you pronounce it!
Age: 31
Sex: Male
Race: Human

Weapon of Preference: Double Short Sword
Fighting Tactics: Agile and athletic human, will launch into battle blades drawn using the little know art of double dhort sword fighting he was taught by his ancestors. Nothing will get even a scratch on him once those blades are drawn

Attitude: Dark, mysterious, keeps friends close but enemies close, (you never know when you feel like sliting a throat) risk taker and up for any adventure (if the price is right).

"Ok preacher! how you doin? I see you have set up yet another tavern. you are doin well for yourself, aren't you?" raven moves over and shakes Preachers hand, " How bout one of your fine ales"

Introducing Preacher
Name: Preacher
Pronounced: Take a guess...
Age: 45
Race: Human

Weapon of Choice: Fists

Fighting Tactics: Having raised himself dodging town guards as a street rat since he was 12, Preacher has worked hard to ensure that getting into fights is not a regular occurence. However, once riled, he will defend his friends and his tavern with his life. His sheer size is generally enough to put any normal human being off the very idea of causing trouble.

Attitude: Friendly and charming, but at the same time he is very stern and disciplined, almost fatherlike. Exceedingly loyal and trustworthy.

Turns to Raven

"Ah Raven me old chum! Good to see you lad, here you go, have this one on the house!"

Swings a giant tankard of frothing ale in Raven's direction

"Long journey? Last time I saw you you were off on some kind of treasure hunt. I'd like to hear that story, if you have the time...

"Got that one in one" Raven lifts the tankard up and takes a swig, "Best ever Precher! how mature is it? Well bout the adventure, treasure! Well it was a few full moons ago. Two to be precise and i was aproached by a stranger in your tavern in the Realms district. He had a missing finger, i could tell when he put his hand on my shoulder, and whispered 'you look like an adventurer, ready to make money' and that is how it began"

"Excellent, go on..."

A small crowd begins to gather around Raven as the story continues...

"We could continue here, or if you'd like to go to some place more suited for storytelling (ie a new topic)...take your drink if you like, this place won't fall apart the second I step out the door!

"ok i'll move into the Den, where i can have a seat and remember the quest"

Introducing Atrox

Name:Atrox
Pronounced:A-Trox
Age:32
Sex:Male
Race:Humen,Nord

Weapon of Choice:Deadric warhammer


Fighting Tactics:A master of the deadric fighting style Atrox uses powerfull and fast hammer attacks. he also uses the master deadric attack called "The Soul Bringer" but after the user of the attack is set immoble for some time.

Attitude:Upfront and fast tempord. Make me mad and ill hurt you. I dont like takeing orders from other people so i dont.


A tall man walks into the bar wearing a set of deadric armor and a glowing royal grauds helm with his warhammer slunked over his shoulder. He walks to the end of the bar and sits down. "Hey! bartender gimmie 4 ales" he drops 100 gold onto the bar.

Uhh I guess introducing Erionia

Name: Erionia
Pronounced: Air-eye-o-niah
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Race: Wolf-person
Weapon: Keening
Fighting Tactics: Just kinda stabs everyone into a bloody pulp.
Attitude: Calm, enjoys killing Orcs, holds grudges against people for a VERY long time until she decides to just kill them. :lol:

~Erionia

Atrox looks over at Erionia. "What are you?" he asks.

Name: He-Who-Seeks
Age: 28
Sex: Yes Please! :lol: I mean male
Race: Argonian
Birthplace: Suran
Weapon: Hunter's Spear

Looks: Tall and sleek Argonian with flat ears and a destictive snout. A Long and muscular tail comes off of my sleek back, with blue and silver scales rinnign alone his spine.

Personality: Spear and Long Blade Expert, specializes in all armor types. He-Who-Seeks is a paladin like character who seeks out legendary artifacts and sells them to the highest bidder. He-Who-Seeks grew up in the water and has an amazing ability to swim underwater for unlimited amount of time. In order to swim well, He-Who-Seeks is very strong and very athletic. Also, alchemy is his fine point. He is very poor with short blade, and blunt weapons, and all forms of magicka except mysticsm.

Name:Odysseus
Pronounced: oh - dis - e - us
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Birthplace: Ithaca, Greece, Earth
Weapon of Preference: Bow

Fighting Tactics: Wisest and shrewdest of the Greek warriors to fight in the Trojan war, he will stop at nothing to win the battle. That still applied even when he moved to Vardenfall.

Attitude: Always honors contracts and friends. True neutral - he cares more about himself and friends rather than things like good and evil, which has hardly anything to do with him.

I'm this. (either pic)
And YES I know they look like foxes

~Erionia

"Heh" Atrox looks over. i like my wemon hairy.

:blink: riiiiiiight

~Erionia

Atrox gets up and grabs a piece of bread of the table behind him and starts to eat it.

*Walks around the tavern and finally sits on the couch in the back* :blink:

~Erionia

Introducing Kain
Name: Kain
Pronounced: cane
Age: Unknown
Sex: Male
Race: Drow Elf
Height: 6'3
Weight: 173 lbs
Weapon of Choice: Arcane Spellcasting
Appearance:
Personality: A dark, brooding personage emmanates from this man. He does not supply reasons for his actions. But it is well known that anything he does is for a strict, personal gain. Though ready to manipulate anything and everything for his own uses, Kain will not betray his own word, once it is given.
He does not bear grudges, simply because any who interfere are removed immediately. None have crossed him and live to tell the tale.

The tavern door flings open. A tall elf enters, a shock of white hair spreads across his black robe. he takes in the scene, then goes to sit at an empty table near the back.

*looks at Kain* you look... evil... yeah... um don't kill me now!

~Erionia

*chuckles* "..thank you...you look rather interesting yourself. is your existance indigenous to these parts?" (appearing mildly interested in the wolf-lady)

no im originally from oblivion... man was it crazy in there...
i was beat up by a few dremora lords and a golden saint :blink:
but then i killed them and ended up here randomly

~Erionia

"the oblivion?" Kain appears notably interested now. "you must be rather skilled to dispatch such fiends. so i see you are no more familiar with these parts than i." the drow signals a barmaid, picks up a pint and takes a small sip. he leans closer to the couch.

Yeah prolly 'cause Im a werewolf... *realizes what she just said and stands there shocked by her stupidity* NO I NEVER SAID ANYTHING! IM NOT A WEREWOLF NONE OF YOU CAN PROVE IT!!! *runs outside screaming*

~Erionia

Atrox throws a great demora lord soul gem infront of kain and smashes it with his hammer. the demora emerges infront of kain.

*runs back in the tavern* ok i think everybody forgot what i said now... *sighs in relief* hey why is there a dremora lord over there *walks over to it and hits it on the head with her sword*

~Erionia

kain stands up quickly, the chair he was sitting on flips to the floor behind him. he tossed back his cape and readies his hands. he looks at atrox arrogantly. "May I help you?!" says the drow.

A door opens, and a tired-looking regular to the tavern walks in. Humbly dressed in brown scholar's robes and with rapidly greying hair and more of a gut than he would hope to have, he sits down and prompty orders bread and butter, fingering his favourite spellbook and turning to a page in some obscure yet mildly interesting tome on the ancient history of the western Tamriellic provinces.

*chops the dremora's head off since it was just standing there* ok that's fixed now. *walks over to the bar and gets some flin*

~Erionia

Kain watches the dremora's head flop to the floor, leaving a bloody smear and then flickering into a pile of dust. the decapitated body follows in this manner. Kain smiles wickedly at Erionia, then looks back at the powerful nord befoer him. "Well?" he askes again, though somewhat more politely this time.

*spins around in the barstool and then falls on the floor* weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

~Erionia

Hmm. Interesting. Powerful Daedra treated with hostility. Locals appear to be powerful. *Takes notes, and readies a messenger scroll he has hidden in a pocket to see how they react to a scamp.*

don't forget that im a wolf! and i really like to kill things... :lol:

~Erionia

Kain gets angry, spins to face the brown-robed scholar. "What do you think you're doing gramps?!?! This is a tavern, not a zoo!!" Then rights his chair and settles down in it huffily, black cape and robes sprawling across the floor around him.

"HA! good show" atrox says while turning back around on the bar stoll and eats his bread

The brown-robed man summons a Golden Saint and recalls...

Introducing Garret:

Name:Garret
Pronounced: Gare-et
Class:Thief
Age: 31
Sex: Male
Race: Human

Weapon of Preference: Staff/Dagger

Fighting Tactics: Sneaky and fast,Garret is the stealthy fighter.He will stand in wait and prepare for an attack before it comes to him.

Attitude: Kind and hearty,Garret will never steal from someone who doesn't deserve is.



A man with brown hair and green eyes bursts in the door laughing heartily,and patting the stable-boy on the back.He had the look of a travelling scholar of great wealth.He place a handful of gold in the stable-boy's pouch and fed it back to him.After that,he made his way to the bar and said in a deep and hearty voice,"What's the finest you have? Money is not an option!"He followed up with a re-assuring jingle of his pockets"

Introducing Morakith


Name:Morakith
Pronounced:Mo-ra-keeth
Age:150(fairly young)
Race:Dark Elf
Class:Samurai
Weapon fo choice:Frostbane

Personality:fairly tough to be friends with seperated from his mother and father at birth. Dont mess with him he has a bloody good katana 100 fire damage cast when strikes mean any thing. Always loves a good brawl.

Dark Elf gets thrown into the bar only to goo outside and throw the nord that attacked him inside the bar and slices his head off." Any one else want a fight."

Augusta steps into the tavern, Imperial armor polished and shining,making herself as tall as she can, lifts her chin and stares down her nose at Morakith. "We will have no further brawling, it is a crime punishable by the Empire." She says noblely.

Thomas enters the bar. well well well if it isnt Makorath, Garrett, and Augusta. Long time no see guys. I'll have some cydrollic brandy please.

Vidar enters the tavern gets a tankard of mead and moves to sit in a corner both.

Sierrah walks inside, then goes downstairs where there was stuff she could steal.

Name: Amnakiru
Sex: Female
Race: Dark Elf
Height: 5' 10"

Appearance: http://www.geocities.com/blacksunind

A dark figure enters the tavern, her body covered by a black cloak dripping wet from a storm that passed by not too long ago. Looking up she glances around the tavern, the candle flickers dance across her face; scanning the tavern she calmy walks over to a quiet corner and motions the bartender over. He leans his ear over to her mouth as she says something and he walks away. Soon he returns with a bottle of vintage brandy and a fine glass. Not something you'd expect to see in a place like this. She pours a glass and begins to sip. Soon she takes off her cloak revealing the armor beneath, and a shimmering sword at one side, with a menacing daedric dagger at the other. Beside her she sets down a bow that was concealed in her cloak. Ringing the water in her cloak out on the floor she tosses it to the chair across from her and sips on her brandy while she glances across the crowd. You notice at several times her eyes are fixated on you.

Sierrah comes back up from the basement or whatever. "darn there wasn't anything down there but a rat..." She notices the Dark Elf staring at people and backs away 'cause it's freaking her out a bit.

she looks at you noticing her and motions you to come over to sit with her index finger pulling towards her. setting another glass on the table and pouring some brandy.

mouthing, "your move"

"ummm... okaaaay..." the argonian walks over to the table and sits down. :blink:

Thomas slowly ready's his axe. His mind focuse's on the dunmer. He get up and walks over to her. He stand's firmly in front of her. His axe is at his side.

"now now (directing her attention to Thomas) there's no need for that; besides, if i came to kill it would have already been done and i would be in the next town before the guards could figure out what's going on; but that is not why i'm here....i have a business proposition....mainly for you (looking at Sierrah) but since you are here i might as well extend the offer in your direction."

she offers her hand out in a gesture indicating she would like you sit down, "please sit, have a drink on me. let me get that out of your way." she slowly rises and walks around the table, picks up her cloak and folds it over her forearms.

"what i have to offer is something that i think would suit traveled adventurer's as yourself quite nicely, though it might pose as a bit of a challenge, i'm confident that anyone willing to walk into a place such as this must be confident in their abilities."

"i need a group of about 4 or 5 members, not consisting of myself as i have other business to attend to; to recover a certain set of articles which have unfortunately been...how shall i say...removed without my authority from a nobles' manor. Given my status in a certain organization I have the duty of returning the articles to their rightful owner, a noble who serves under my authority."

she sips some brandy and smacks her lips at the delightful taste. wipping her mouth off with a napkin she continues.

"should you be able and willing i will offer you an affront payment of 500 gold each; use it in whatever way you see fit and to whatever means, but it should not go to waste. I'll give you three days to find several others, no more than three, to accomany you. once completed you will all be given your mission as well as necessary supplies and some gold to spend. if completed successfully, all i am allowed to offer is gold, but it will certainly be worth your while."

"Interested? You've not much time to decide; it is extremely important that you recover these things shortly, but if you choose to decline then i will offer 100 drakes each for your ear and hopefully a silent tongue."

er sorry about the name change, forgot to switch over if it confused any of you, but that was me with that huge dialouge. i'd hate for it to go to waste over a name.