Hello!!

[marcum uth mather]

( Hi all im am hoping to start a carector board were every one relates whats going on with there current campaings)



@ seen walking into a dock side bar in the imperial city, a large blond man wearing chain mail and a claymor sits down at the bar and talkes to the bar tender@


Ill have a horn of mead, or what ever you have that passes as beer please. o and by the way im just back in the city on buisness from up north. what be new news around here

[Lawgiver]

Some time later a well dressed man roughly a decade over the age of manhood enters the tavern. Removing the traveling cloak he reveals, a fine silk shirt of deep crimson. An ornate bastard sword hangs at his left hip. The hilt is finely crafted in the shape of a dragon. Its wings outstretched to form its guard. The metal is of unknown origin, the wyrm nearly the shade of the gentleman's silken tunic. At the pommel its tale wraps around a strange chrysoberyl gem, that appears to be an eye. Hanging his cloak he strides toward the bar.
''Good morrow Barliman. Its been a while.''

[Barliman]

''Indeed it has good Master Brooke. I trust you are well.''

[Lawgiver]

''Well indeed, sir. I thank you for asking. How has business been?''

[Barliman]

'Not to bad, I cannot complain. Though there's been some shady characters hangin' 'round as of late.''

[Lawgiver]

''Shady you say. Would this gentleman happen to be one of them?'' [turning to face marcum uth mather]

[marcum uth mather]

@ turning to face ( in his eyes) a flat lander fop@

Whoa there friend. if you speak in jest it is not taken well. if you speake for true then you best be running for you have picked a fine day for your death burrow to be erected

[Count Demeter]

"Gentlemen, please!"

@A man wearing noble's outfit and a adorned sword at his left side turns around the table and put a hand on Marcus' right shoulder. As Marcus turns to see to whom he is adressed, he sees the symbol of the Imperial Royal Guard on the man's left breast.@

"It is not the place nor the time to start a fight here" he says in a southern accent. "And you," The man looks up at Marcus' companions "it is not the way to treat our guest here."

[Lawgiver]

[Finishing a quick gulp, the finely dressed gentleman sets down his glass of water left by the keep. Turning to face the stranger, he rests an elbow on the bar.] "Easy friend. My words were merely in jest. I assure you I am a pacifist by nature. Come let me buy you a drink." [His eyes catching the Imperial seal on the others chest] "Ah, greetings good sir. I am Collin Brooke." [extending his hand] "It has been some time since my last visit to the Imperial City. Tell me friend, what is the news?"

[Count Demeter]

[The Imperial Royal Guard extend his hand and shakes colin']

"I'm Lewis Caelere, lieutenant of the Fifth Imperial Saquadron. Sorry for the interruption." [Lewis sits down] "Well, here in the Imperial Center, it's much like casual business. Notables rages against citizen; citizens against notables; nobles against nobles; ..."