The Dragon's Wing - Tavern and Grill (Walk-In)

[Sir Grisbeh]

Grisbeh walks to the bar butt naked. And very very drunk.

[Drakos PC]

A man dressed in black with a crow on his shoulder and eyes like the storms walked into the Establishment he was hoping to find a place in which to belong and keep coming back to , he was a young Angel with a very long past . he servayed his surroundings and saw aman trapaising around in no clothes at all as he went to find the barkeep unamused but interested he moved twaRds the grill/bar .

[Galanor Brighteye]

Business had been... well, Galanor was hesitant to say 'slow.' It was more like 'nonexistent.' It wasn’t unusual, though, for the Tavern to experience such dry spells. It had been a few months since they’d seen more than just a passing traveler on the road. The rooms were mostly empty, and the residents in the ones occupied were scarcely seen. Still, though; it wasn’t all bad, though things had been exceptionally boring with no one other than Grisby and her brother to talk to.

Speaking of which.

Galanor’s eyes strayed to the entrance of the tavern room, and saw a stumbling, babbling, obviously intoxicated and… naked, Grisby. She sighed, casting her eyes to the bar, shaking her head. "Grisby, what have I told you about--"

Just then, Galanor felt the tug of the sensor-magic that Xavier had set up around the entrances of the building. Someone new was coming into the establishment... a welcome thing, if it hadn’t been at a particularly embarrassing moment. She shot a glare at Grisby, mouthing for him to go and get some clothes on. Immediately. She then cast her eyes to the entrance to the tavern, just in time to see a figure approach. Too late; he’d noticed Grisby, and he didn’t seem overly amused at the sight of a nude drunkard, not that she was surprised. She shot another glance at Grisby, and then back to the newcomer, waving him over. "Welcome to the Dragon’s Wing. What can I get you?"

[Sir Grisbeh]

((For record purposes when I do such short posts its from my cell phone and not from a stable platform...if no one replies by the time a reach a steady computer than I will grow my post. To include more story line function))

Grisbeh smiles at his friend and waves back. "Hallo to you Dragon ladeee" Still oblivious to the newcomer, or to drunk to care..., he starts to spin in circles on his belly on a bar stool. Also oblivious to the lack of clothing his manhood swings freely with him.

From the corner a small ball of green fur rolls off the table where it was passed out. Startled awake and angry as always it locks on to Grisbeh and procedes to attack him. From across the room it leaps and lands teeth firmly implanted into Grisbeh's butt cheek. ~meaattt~

"AAAAAAAH ,HENRY YOU LITTLE SON OF A----"He trails off as he realizes there is some one else in the room aside from Galanor. He also slowly came to realize other things, he was naked, hungry, cold, and a 10 pound grunny hung from his cheek and wouldn't release. He dashes from the room and allows the grunny to bounce up and down until he can find the pry bar again.

[lizardman ((mummyman3))]

lizardman ((mummyman3))

Somewhere deep in the earth, lay a sleeping giant, a massive beast by whom to most considered to be ancient and wise. Yet feared by so many more, the damp thickness of moisture in the air kept it cool and habitable for the creature. Like so many before it, it was faced with relentless onslaught by invaders seeking its prized possession, its life. The cave was massive, about two stories tall and over fifty feet end to end, tunnel to tunnel, a drop of water fell from a stalagtite and landed on the beasts head. The eyes that were once shut opened to reveal bloodred irises and slitted pupils, as black as night were its scales, as sharp as blades were the claws at the ends of its fingers. It stirred opening its mouth to reveal spear like teeth, and as it stirred it gave way to the compact space it dwelled inside, and as it moved it knocked off stone from the ceiling, and crushed stalagmites beneath its very feet. It moved through a tunnel big enough for it to traverse without being caught and stuck in a tight space, if any man had been there to see, it would have been missed as the beast moved swiftly from its hole in the ground heading top side. It shook the ground beneath it as it came to light, the sun blinding it temporarily, it squinted and looked around. From the deepest recesses of a far off forest birds and animals scattered like cockroaches.

The mighty black beast looked about it, taking in all the sights and sounds and smells, it groaned as it shook its head. It had a migraine, a bad one at that, looking beneath him he watched animals scurry away in fright and fear, his eyes followed. Then he could feel it in the air, something new, something he had yet to see, curiosity overwhelmed him, and his apparent size began to grow smaller. Smaller until he was in the form of a human, but it was old form of human, hair as black as pitch, eyes as brown as dirt, a beard that swayed to his lower torso. Large biceps encompassed his arms, a nose that was long forgotten in its apparent ancient shape. He moved about the forest, walking through the trees, feeling the grass and wood roots and rotting leaves beneath his humanoid feet.

He wore nothing but animal fur across his body, long powerful strides led him to the edge, he was after all curious. His hair was lengthy about four feet long, he was hunched over, looking still more beast than man, he was ancient indeed as that was the last thing he had seen of the ape race, homoerectus just before the evolutionary jump into mans true form. He paced himself, looking about this way and that, following the scents in the air. He paused, reaching the very edge of the forest, he went wide eyed, before him stood a massive unknown structure of stone and wood. "Guh!" He shouted having no real language but noises and hand gestures. He swallowed hard and went to investigate the structure, eyes darting left and right, he took in every detail of the structure. "Huuhhhh" he grunted again as he placed his hand on the stone carving, looking around it he found the door, but he had no clue how to open it. Running his fingers along the carved wood, he took it in, placing his hand on the handle he appraised it. Until he opened it by accident, he jumped back hissing at the door, until he realized it was no threat, beyond the wood barrier he could see for seemed like miles, he entered the soft carpeting upon his feet made him look down and crouch down to sniff the floors upholstery. He moved his way around, taking in all he could, his mind was a fluster with thoughts, noticed the dragon carvings made of metal and stared at them. He had never seen metal until now, all this time he had been sleeping, all this time he had been dreaming, and life was at its peak. But it wasn't like he knew that, instead his reaction was to hiss at it and back away around a corner, he stumbled this way and that, unsure of what was going on. Until a statue caught him by surprise and he screamed at it throwing his arms around to make himself look more fierce in the eyes of predators.

[Peacauve the Puma]

How can I role play if people are posting novels for rp?

[Sir Grisbeh]

((This is a semi-lit to lit rp. If all you can do is post one sentence then fine please be our guest. But if you wont take the time to read some one else well thought out roles, then why should they take their time to worry about your little itty bitty, whiny, post. If this thread is to much for you then the find a couch and wait for a girl to sit in your lap thread can be found in CB.))

Grisbeh dressed quickly and as he opened his door to leave he heard the scream through the hall. ~Ah a new guest~ He began to rub his butt check as he walked down the hall. He wasn't sure why he kept Henry but he just hadn't the heart to throw him back into the hell from which he crawled. "Hello?" He stepped into the light of the main hall, At first thinking it was a bear that might be standing there screaming. Only to realize it was truelly a man. With similiar features to Galanor and Xavier.

Henry has broken free from the cage in Grisbehs' room and has found his way into an ventilation duct. Strange noises echo through the entire building and no one is safe.~MeEeAt~

[Galanor Brighteye]

Peaken Prowl

How can I role play if people are posting novels for rp?

((I'm sorry you feel that way, but three paragraphs is hardly a novel. It's honestly not that much, and the average post here is likely going to be about that long, once the RP is going well again. Everyone expends as much effort as they want to; there's no word limit, big or small.))



Grisby's insane Grunny had grabbed hold of his (loosely named) owner's rump, and Galanor couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the sight of the drunken guard dashing back to his room with the deranged green rabbit clinging to his flank. Well, at least that bit of... awkwardness was out of the way. Maybe he'd have some clothes on by the time he got back?

A few quiet minutes passed, but the tug of warning magic drew the dragoness' attention to the tavern entrance. Someone new was coming, and... the magic tasted of something ancient crossing the threshold. Far more ancient, she reckoned, than anyone or thing that she had ever seen with her own eyes. With curiosity, and more than a little apprehension, she waited, until a scream broke the silence. Well, less like a scream... more like a defiant roar of dominance, though the voice was human. What was going on?

She excused herself from the bar for a moment, raising a hand to the other patron in a "just a moment" gesture, before creeping to the doorway. Grisby was there, she noticed, but a large specimen of a man dressed in animal skins was there as well, roaring at the dragon statue and waving his arms, as though to intimidate it. He looked... well, primitive. He didn't have that sort of tribal grace about him that many Native peoples exhibited; he was more... rugged? Primal. Like a caveman.

Well, this was interesting.

She cleared her throat, casting a glance at the man. She didn't even know if he would understand her, but she gave it a shot. "It's not going to eat you. It's just a statue." She crossed the hall over to it, tapping its stone snout with a finger. "See? Safe."

[Peacauve the Puma]

Sir Grisbeh

((This is a semi-lit to lit rp. If all you can do is post one sentence then fine please be our guest. But if you wont take the time to read some one else well thought out roles, then why should they take their time to worry about your little itty bitty, whiny, post. If this thread is to much for you then the find a couch and wait for a girl to sit in your lap thread can be found in CB.))

Grisbeh dressed quickly and as he opened his door to leave he heard the scream through the hall. ~Ah a new guest~ He began to rub his butt check as he walked down the hall. He wasn't sure why he kept Henry but he just hadn't the heart to throw him back into the hell from which he crawled. "Hello?" He stepped into the light of the main hall, At first thinking it was a bear that might be standing there screaming. Only to realize it was truelly a man. With similiar features to Galanor and Xavier.

Henry has broken free from the cage in Grisbehs' room and has found his way into an ventilation duct. Strange noises echo through the entire building and no one is safe.~MeEeAt~

i've been on gaia since 2006. I know what is and what isn't here. I just stated i didn't like the fact that people are writing an intense amount these days now. it seems guild material is now on forums

[lizardman ((mummyman3))]

The big burly Neanderthal stopped and turned around to see the person standing there in the light. He looked the man over, he smelled a bit like thropilites, or what would be considered hops for beer in today's time, that's what he called them in his mind. He looked at him dead in the eye observing the man's pupils, he could see nothing wrong with him, so he took a step back cocked his to the side and blinked a few times before moving his head this way and that. Taking a deep breath he let it out in a heavy sigh, he had no language to speak of so communication was out of the question for now.

Leaning forward he squinted at the man before taking a stroke of his lengthy facial hair, he often found himself stroking his beard when he was thinking. He may have been driven by instinct but this time was very peculiar to him, he had been asleep nearly two and a half million years. He still had some common sense in him for an animal, and completely feral being, from another time and world. A world that changed so much before him, but in the end he glared the man down and crouched down to the ground, he took a defensive position on the floor. He may have been curious about this new world he was in, but even he had a hard time letting his own guard down at any time. Scraping a finger across the carpet he rubbed his own fur cpvering , to him both were soft to the touch, with a scent of earthy components. Components such as dirt, grass, stone,and sand to him the smells were wonderful and natural, to this new world he had no clue what they thought about the land below their feet. "Huh!" He stated as he stood up from the floor keeping his eye on the man before him.

He stood completely up straight and pounded a fist on his chest, "Hah!" He shouted as he introduced himself very vageluely however, taking his hand off his chest he moved across the space between them and unfolded his fingers to his flatten his hand in a friendly gesture. "Goh!" He wanted Grisbeh to introduce himself, he did so now Grisbeh had to do the same or risk insulting the ancient creature before him.

It was about the time as well that a female had approached and he smelled her yes, but when she tapped the dragon statue he was screaming at he couldn't help but blush under all that dirt brown skin he had on.

((EDITED!!))

[Sir Grisbeh]

Grisbeh was touched, He was confused. But thank god he watched Tarzan. He put his hand on his chest "Gris-BEH" Adding an emphasis to the second sylable. Wasn't sure if touching the stranger was a great idea he reaches out slowly and hovers in front of him "Hah?"He smiles because smiling is always friendly. He glanced at Galanor. "Well....I'm not rocket scientist but guns and swords wouldn't win this fight, so I'm going to be nice." It's not every day you get to be the first person to meet some one that was easily impressionable. He started wondering what words he could use instead of others....toilet would now become the water bowl of doom. And to ask for food it was only to pilot to end the sentence with NOW!

Henry finds the furnace.~eat?~

[lizardman ((mummyman3))]

The neanderthal backed up when Grisbeh began to hover in front of him essentially and then smile, then he spoke but nothing made sense to him. All he heard was gibberish, he did however understand when he introduced himself, he pointed at Grisbeh with a single finger, "GRIST- BEH!" He said as he looked around the small area they were all inside, his eyes scanned the entire area and took in all detail. His eyes moved back to Grisbeh and he took in another deep breath to let it out in a heavy sigh, sitting on the ground he picked up his foot and began chewing at it. There was some dead skin that had been there rotting away on his flesh since his accident a few million years ago. Basically the chunk of dead damaged flesh had been stuck to his foot since he fell off a cliff on accident and hit a few things on the way down, he had been chased by everything in his life, and he sliced foot pretty badly to a point where he simply shoved it back on there because he did not want to lose it. It had been healthily alive for a few decades, but his flesh took longer to rot, and the healing process with no magic, brother it bothered him a lot more than damned sabertooth cats.

Letting his razor sharp teeth show he sank them into the infected area of his foot and with just a swift clamp of his jaws the flesh was rendered from his body. Opening his mouth he let the dead blackened dried up and moist sticky pustulant flesh drop into his hands. There was no blood instead the issue now for him was the infection, he was safe so he wanted to clean up a bit. He squeezed his entire foot with full forced after putting down a small stone bowl, as he squeezed his foot green slime in large amounts poured out, technically his foot would've been declared dead by doctors, but who needs them when you're a caveman with inhuman strength about you. The bowl was big enough to hold all the slime in his foot, next he reached into his fur apparel and pulled out a live rose. Some things he gathered on his way here while running were the flowers and berries he pulled out, the bowl had been with him for a while. Placing the nuts and berries inside the hole of his foot that was now starting to bleed a bit and I mean a tiny bit, he then shoved it all inside the entirety of his foot using the rose then he closed the hole with a hand, and gripped his foot. There was no feeling, no pain, no blood barely, just a foot full of green slime, but closing his eyes he focused on his foot and the items inside. His foot began to glow a slightly golden hue it was healing magic! His foot had been healed by his own experience of talking to the earth itself essentially, pretty much he was one with nature, and to him thats how it would stay. Yet the earth had said something's to him about the world today, tears were brought forth by the destruction of his home world. Two different world's now collide, and the planet had been ravaged in his absence, he felt so bad for sleeping so long, he held a berry in his hand and proffered it to Grisbeh. He glared at the man as if he wanted him plant it outside.

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Galanor Brighteye

[Galanor Brighteye]

Galanor could see that this man... was it a man? Not human, certainly, at any rate, despite its appearance as such, or close enough. He had an air of the ancient about him, and it was reflected in his actions, and lack of language. Still, she thought that she'd passed on the this-is-just-a-statue message well enough; he seemed to grasp that.

She started to approach and introduce herself in the same manner as Grisby had - apparently the man had understood that, too - but the rag-clothed man bared sharp teeth, which to her slight shock, he buried in his own foot to sever a hunk of rotting flesh. She couldn't help but gasp; she had not expected that. When he'd come in, she had smelled a touch of rot, but she hadn't seen where it was coming from until now.

After ripping away the decayed flesh, Hah - that was his name, right? - began to utilize what she recognized as a crude but apparently effective healing magic. After the act was complete, Hah held out a berry to Grisbeh. Galanor recognized the significance, and she glanced at Grisbeh. He'd probably just end up throwing the thing away, or eating it, but she could tell that Hah wanted something more to be done with it.

"Grisbeh, not taking that would cause offense, I'd think. Go and plant it in the courtyard."
It would be safe there. Hopefully it didn't grow a giant beanstalk or something, but they'd deal with that later.