Albion tossed a quick glance back towards Eleanor, but it lasted only a heartbeat as he turned back towards the splintered door frame. He could hear the grunting of the man's companions as they freed themselves from the tangle of his unconscious form. Quick stepping forward he exited the tavern...
"Your father cares not for these people you ignorant fool. Your father wants power and power he will have. Fear works just as strong as loyalty. As long as these common vermin stay out of our business they get to keep their lives, I think that's very merciful." He took a step back as he finished...
The three cloaked men could smell the delicious smell of food and the sounds of laughter and conversation before they entered the tavern. Most if not all of the patrons hushed down and stared hard at them. The silence seemed to last forever, but in reality it was only just a few short...
Though he was getting more drunken with each continued glass Albion gave her response pause. He eyed her for a moment arching his eyebrow "Mushrooms you say? Aside from the few and far between truffles around here and it is late season for them you'll find nothing but death caps and mushrooms...
Albion's eyes didn't linger on the girl for to long, instead his attention was mostly focused on the drink in front of him. It didn't take him long to empty half of the bottle and the effects were swiftly incoming. The warmth of the cool alcohol filling his body making a little him a little...
A momentary pause in the sounds of the tavern, it was only a heartbeat but Albion picked up on it his eyes opening slowly as he leaned forward. In walked a young woman, she wasn't a resident of the town that he was sure of. He watched her walk across the tavern to a less occupied area and take a...
As the sun dipped below the horizon, many regular patrons of the Lions Head tavern began to spill through it's front doors and the laughter and coversations began, albeit slowly as glasses of ale were drained. The Lions Head common room was quite large and open room set with many tables and...
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"It's alright, no harm no foul cher." He said as he stood waving his hands dismissively. He gathered up the remaining bags, a suitcase filled with is close and necessities and a brown military backpack, stuffed full. He turned following them towards the plane and their awaiting pilot. Once they...
8:45 AM
June 23rd, 2013
Churchill Private Airstrip
The dark blue Chevrolet Tahoe pulled off of the dirt road coming to a stop in a grassy field next to a small runway. The sun had been high in the sky for almost five hours now, but the temperature outside was fairly cool. A single Turbo...
+Name+
Gideon M. Ohara
+Age+
18
+Alliance+
Victory Force
+Ring+
His ring allows him to manipulate and control ink.
+Bio+
Gideon is a gifted albeit trouble young man, abused as a child by a drunk of a mother after his father...
"It is a pleasure to meet you Neela. From what I know I've been in stasis for almost six hundred years." He said as he eyes her. She still held the bow ready to fire off an arrow at him should the need arise. Her body language spoke worlds about her, not much lost on him. "But I'm from earth...
Damius stood holding Mia's hand as the riders approached, the loud rumbling changing to the clacking of horse shoes on the stone bridge, though the bridge did vibrate tremendously. Quickly the riders moved to circle them coming to a stop once the ring was complete. One of them urged his horse...