On a cold, dark night in the month of Nierale, Ressae Lendor was enjoying the company of her friends from Roack Mount, in a small yet overcrowded tavern in the city of Serane. She was fully armed, as were her fellow warriors from R. M, as they never knew when something would come up.
Scarlet leaned against the rough brick wall, her arms crossed over her chest. Her heavy hood covered her face, concealing her pale features. Her cloak barely brushed the toes of her armored boots, in which were hidden daggers. Hung at her hips were two newly-polished, custom-made Forrian steel...
Welp, this is coming from a new member here at rpnation. However, I am NOT new to roleplaying. I have been roleplaying for about 2 1/2 years, and I am always very detailed (5+ sentences). I vary from roleplaying in medieval/fantasy to modern/fantasy, to even real-life. I write stories often, so...