This is a Freeform Roleplaying game. This means that there are no rules except the ones below:


Character Creation: There are no limits or restrictions on character creation, but for now try to keep things to humanoids if possible. Power level should be Regular or Elite on the power scale -


Character sheets may be posted on the relevant thread in the OOC forum for clarity's sake, but these are not compulsory nor are they definitive (as they can be edited spontaneously).

General Roleplaying Guidelines

• OOC conversations are allowed, but be sure to clearly separate OOC and IC. For example, using italics for IC roleplaying.
• It is recommended to roleplay in third person, like how you would write a story. (It doesn't mean you can't do it in 1st or 2nd person voice though)
• Try not to roleplay yourself

A man and a woman entered the bar. They entered one after another, seemingly spacing their entries on purpose. They sat on opposite ends of the long bartop, and each ordered a glass of cold water from the bartender.

Both man and woman were cloaked in a black, rubbery material, their hoods pulled up. Below their cloaks, one could just spy a sword and mace respectively hidden beneath, fastened to their belts. A few small pouches were also tied to their belts, some of them bulging with small, circular items. One wonders if they were coinage.

OOC: Let's begin!

Ayla walks into the unfamiliar building. The smell of various spices and alcohols stings her nose, and she wrinkles it instinctively. As she grows accustomed to the sensation she takes a look around and brings in her surroundings. Lily cries inquisitively and Ayla reaches up to scratch her the bird's neck. "I guess this'll have to do." she mutters and enters the building.

Kirss bows his head and hunches his shoulders and manages to get through the tavern door. He finds an open space at the bar, grabs the sturdiest looking stool and gently lowers himself onto it. Spotting a funny looking human with an owl sitting on her shoulder he grins, wide and oafish at the silly bird. He orders a drink (ale) and begins to drink, several of them.

~SE++

Kriss tosses down the last of his copper onto the counter, counts it out and pushes it over the bar, most of it clattering to the floor. "Whatever many that gets me!" He shouts. "And one for the bird over there! It looks thirsty!" Kriss slumps back down onto his chair and awaits his drinks to come, completely unaware of the rest of the bar. His giant form swaying back and forth precariously on the barstool. He shoots a lopsided grin at the owl.

~SE++

Ayla looks nervously towards the boisterous man at the counter. Lily cocks her head and flies over to the counter. Ayla makes a move to stop her, but retracts it and smiles. Lily's grown up now, she thinks to herself.

At the bar, Lily looks up to Kriss, and then down to the drink she was offered. The bird nervously dips her beak into the drink and sips some of it. Surprised by the strong taste, she flutters back into the air, knocking over the drink in the process. A surprised Ayla runs over to the scene and quickly apologizes. "I'm sorry I can pay for that Lily's just a little excitable." She says all of this quickly and bows her head.

"Is okay, no worry," said Kriss. He beamed a large and toothy smile down at the little human. "I am Kriss, I like little beaks. Who are you, little one?" Looking friendly never came easy for Kriss, and he saw the panic in her face when she had run over. The ale was no big deal, he was just happy the birdy came to say hello, even if it didn't like the drink. He pulled out a seat for Ayla and awaited her response.

~SE++