A burly man wrapped in a lair of fine furs a tunic, and a black cloak with silver linings walks into the bar. He has a enthusiastic grin on his face like a young warrior ready to celebrate his first victory, yet the look of many years of experience rests in his eyes. Strangely, this giant of a man wears pantaloons that seem to be made of a golden colored material, if not gold itself. He proudly wears a leather scabbard of elven designs with threads of gold weaved into it like a line of fire. All that can be seen of the sword that is sheathed in the scabbard is its hilt, which bears the likeness of a blue dragon, with its teeth clutching the blade and the cross guard representing the dragons wings. Strapped on his left side is a steel horned helmet as well as a silvered drinking horn. The man is also richly adorned with a golden amulet with a shimmering ruby in its center, as well as a set of red and silver rings. He approaches blaze at the bar, reaching for his horn as he does.
“Hail, good barkeep. Wouldst thou do a service for me and fill my horn with the finest mead that you offer?”
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“Oh um....yeah. What’s your name?”
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[i]Cobalt walks over.[/i] "Evening. Where have the winds brought you from?"
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Edited by John Watson: 11/16/2020 4:39:34 AM“Greetings, good sir. I hath peregrinated from yonder lands. Realms long forgotten, wherein marvelous things could happen. ‘Twas much more of an archaic lands then this place, however.”
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[i]Cobalt extends his hand, looking for a handshake.[/i] "Well, I humbly welcome you. May you find rest and solace. My name is Cobalt, and I'd be happy to help you."
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*He extends a muscled arm and shakes yours with a strong grip.* “Aye, perhaps I shall. But the night is young and taverns doth be a place for one such as myself to meet many a hero or adventurer who might have a great tale to be told.”
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“Well, you’ll definitely get some stories! I know half the people in here, and the adventures we’ve had are both numerous, and exciting. This place has seen a few apocalypses, if you catch my drift.”
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“Nay, I do not. Hath some grand day or reckoning came that I am not aware of? How doth thee have multiple end of days?”
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"Yeah, they usually happen once, maybe twice a year. The ends of days is just kinda... a Tuesday for us. We've learned to adapt."