The Slithering Fox Pub [Fantasy, The Pacific Only, OOC]

[Japanese Schoolgirls]

There rests a pub deep within the evergreen.
With lots of frosted glasses on the bar left clean.
The roasted goat has been consumed down to the bone.
And the logs in the fireplace crackled on their own.

The door swayed lazily along with the breeze.
The oak that made it could crumble due to a sneeze.
However, the stools still welcome more guests.
Awaiting the next story or jest.

So, adventurers, warriors or merchants.
Seek this pub if the need for mead is urgent.
And perhaps join us for another round or two.
Our ale matches well with our stew.

The Slithering Fox Pub is a fantasy-themed roleplay that is looking for roleplayers keen on basking on a more casual setting, those who enjoy heavy character-to-character interaction and/or those who are looking to hone their character development.

The entire setting is a pub named the Slithering Fox, which can be portrayed as an average fantasy-esque pub seen in popular literature and filmography. There’s a fireplace with crackling logs, barrels of mead to go around, roasted beef and venison ripe for the taking as well as plenty of bar stools and the mahogany bar which has seen many carvings made by vandalising rogues. Within the confines of the pub resides Arvor the middle-aged pub owner and his in-house entertainer, Jujubes the Lute-player. Your characters are individuals who for some reason has sought the shelter of this lonesome pub but there are plenty of entertainment to be had even if the walls show signs of age and the whole place smells like grilled chicken.

Everything about your character is completely up to you. There are no limitations to the parameters of your character so yes … essentially you can be a lizardman who has high dexterity but low affinity for catching items thrown at slow speeds. The only thing the thread asks of you is respect for all of the roleplayers involved.

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The registration starts today and to be part of these adventures, simply sign up by submitting a completed application form in this thread.

Application Form

1. Character Name
2. Character Overview/Description

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Moderators

Japanese Schoolgirls
Samasbhi
Airengard
Isilanka

[Japanese Schoolgirls]

-Reserved-

[Strala]

Tag

[Haven and Sanctuary]

Question: Can we be whatever we want?

[Ballpit]

OOC: I haven’t RP’d in FOREVER so I’m prolly a bit rusty.

Character name: Ragnar the Heavy Handed (totally original, I know)
Description: (lengthy) a sell sword whose primary weapon of choice is a one handed 36 inch blade with a T cross hand guard and an amethyst embedded into the hilt. He is an amateur arbalist and carries a crossbow tied to his waist, with a leather bolt quiver on his back outlined in golden silk. He carries a small buckler at his side and a dagger in his boot, and walks as a Saxon would, despite having a the name of a Dane. His “Heavy Handed” nickname came from his time as the king’s overly eager headsman, often lopping the heads off of traitors before the king could even finish his condemnation speech. A war hero and strategician, and an insatiable thirst for mead that has lead him to this pub, from which laughter and sounds of drinking and games echo into the streets.

[Airengard]

Question: Can we be whatever we want?

Everything about your character is completely up to you. There are no limitations to the parameters of your character so yes … essentially you can be a lizardman who has high dexterity but low affinity for catching items thrown at slow speeds. The only thing the thread asks of you is respect for all of the roleplayers involved.

[Haven and Sanctuary]

Character name: Ave Arge Joe.

Character description: Just an average joe who knows basic sword fighting.

[Strala]

haha I will become a fallen god that is a dragon!!!!!

[Arthropyria]

Character Name: Emperor Talong Mantisimus

Character Description: emperor of Arthropyria, green mantis of about 6 feet tall, wears the Emperor's Uniform (white, gold, and red pattern). More about him on The Wiki of the Current Emperor.

[Isilanka]

OOC : Moderator checking in, hello world.

Character name: Ave Arge Joe.

Character description: Just an average joe who knows basic sword fighting.

I like the idea, that's approved. Name is very goofy, though, but I give it a pass - perhaps wait for other moderator inputs, but to me it's alright. Humorous characters are accepted.

OOC: I haven’t RP’d in FOREVER so I’m prolly a bit rusty.

Character name: Ragnar the Heavy Handed (totally original, I know)
[snipped]

Approved, welcome to the bar.

Character Name: Emperor Talong Mantisimus

Character Description: emperor of Arthropyria, green mantis of about 6 feet tall, wears the Emperor's Uniform (white, gold, and red pattern). More about him on The Wiki of the Current Emperor.

I see we have an honourable guest. You're welcome.

haha I will become a fallen god that is a dragon!!!!!

If you find a way to make it work nicely, I'm looking forward to seeing this in the bar.

Ok, onto my own character app. Like all mods, I'll be playing as a member of the bar's personnel, in this case a bartender.

Character name : Kalisa Shanxi.

Character descritpion : The bartender looks weirdly out of place behind the bar - though, in a way, some could say her style goes quite well with the timeless appearance of this small little inn in the middle of nowhere. She's a lean, ageless woman, with a dark-ish skin and ashen hair. Her clothes, a simple dark jacket, a white shir and pants, are not from here - and, really, they don't look like they're from anywhere. There's a green pull-over and a red scarf lying next to her on the table, as if she had recently been in a very cold place. Geometric tatoos cover her hands, and the back of her neck. There's a fan resting next to her, closed, razor blades gleaming on its tips.

[Arthropyria]

This feels like a DnD campaign on the Nationstates forums.

[Jokesters]

1. Character Name: Marc Fallon The Unstable

2. Character Overview/Description:
Marc Fallon is a 25-year-old with an unfortunate habit of bumping off the people around him. He is Unstable and gifted with sword/magic with the ability to be very evil and a bit selfish.
His first victim was his half brother, Dolvud Fallon, who he killed because he was humming too loudly, He hopes to kill again very soon. He has a phobia of ducks and hates fish.
Physically, Marc is in pretty good shape. He is tall with tan skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. He has Scratch on the cheek from tustle with Olivier Hector Fallon (his other brother, whom he offed as well). He grew up in a middle-class village. Having never really known his parents he killed them, he was raised in on the streets where he developed his magical and physical skills. He has avoided the law through multiple cover-ups and framing others around him.

Moral: sometimes
Stable: sometimes
Loyal: sometimes
Generous: sometimes
Compassionate: sometimes
Bad habits: bumping off his friends
Diet: eats meat

[Strala]

Name: Balerion
Bio:

Balerion the former god of sleep, and the Violent winds was a god that was a servant two of the great ten. He was strong compared to his fellow gods that served Kanhama and Dayeathagon. He was also among strongest when he was a dragon still under the control of the now died dragon god. His ascension was a strange one and now here he is writing this out after he has fallen for all those that wanted to here. It all started when he decided that sleep and being lazy was far better than working

He was among the first to be created by the God of Dragons during the time of the most ancient gods. The god was a father like figure to the young Balerion as he never minded the reason why he was created. He was made to kill and destroy for the pleasure of his father and he didn't mind that. It was a pleasure for him to see his victims burn and suffer. The screams of those that he killed were music to his ears and the burned corpses of the bodies were pieces of art, as there would always be a difference among those that died. He particularly liked the battles among his fellow dragons as it was a show of strength among his peers, and he liked to dominate the others. The sight of his fellow brothers' and sisters' blood drove him into even higher levels of bloodthirstiness.

Yet after the centuries had passed he no longer found the joy of hearing the screams nor the burned bodies of his victims. Fighting his fellow dragons was something that he also no longer found exciting or enjoyable. The creatures that he terrorized were becoming repetitive and were boring to hear, and years of being undefeated were no fun. It was funny how a human saying was something that he now followed. It was lonely being at the top and at the top he was. To pass the time he now took up sleeping while the others were destroying and killing. He would be eating while his kin was fighting each other. Only does that had been born before him or at least before the past few centuries remembered him for who he was. A beast, that had enjoyed killing and burning others. The newer and younger dragons just thought of him as weak and unworthy of being an opponent to them. That hadn't bothered him, instead, he was overjoyed. It meant more time to sleep while the others were fighting. The young'uns would call him the lazy while the older generation called him the dread. He would still follow his master's orders however as because the sooner he finished them the sooner he could return to sleep. One day after he burned down a village for nostalgic sakes and also the fact that his master bid him so. He found himself lost in a field of flowers. It was so very peaceful and no was disturbing him so he fell asleep. He would sleep for a decade and for a decade he wouldn't respond to his master's calling.

When he woke up, he found himself in the ire of the God of Dragons. This was long before the Great Dragon uprising, so no one was there to help save him. He was struck by his master for disobedience, but in his rare moments of kindness or maybe for his past nature and deeds his master put him to sleep for eternally or at least until he became a god. So sleep he did. Days went by, then weeks, years, centuries and finally millennia, yet he still slept. It was around a millennia later that he started to dream. He would see himself in other's dreams and in those dreams he encountered the dreams, nightmares, hopes, and whatever else others were dreaming of. He would take a physical embodiment in the dreams the longer he stayed in there. The dreams would vary and they would always change and soon that became his source of amusement. He would feel the pain of the dreamer in a nightmare and the pleasure in a good one.

In the nightmares of some, he would fight against the creatures that haunted them in their dreams. In the ones that weren't nightmares, he would take up the form of anything that pleased the dreamer. Whether it was a nonliving object or a living one he had taken up that form at least once. This was when his ascension began, people started to pray to him or at least what he represented to grant them pleasant dreams, and there he was often going to the dreams of those that worshipped him. It wasn't long before he had been visited by one of the Greater gods. He was intruding his territory, but instead of being smitten, Dayeathagon for some reason gave him minor godhood in return for his service to him. His new domain was sleep and there he would continue to serve that greater god for years to come.

When he awoke it was the dawn of the great dragon rebellion. He didn't pay attention to it for he didn't really care about it. The Dragon God wasn't evil in his eye and nor were the dragons that rebelled against him wrong in doing so. He waited and watched the battle that was fought against his former master and his brethren. He watched and saw how a new Lord of Dragons was chosen and how his former master killed. He watched the dragons leave for the mortal realm and yet he did nothing. His domain was sleep and he would watch over that for several millennia. Once again he would grow bored but instead of disobeying his new master he made his own servitor races. Out came the Drakes. Beasts that looked like the dragons that they were based off.

After the rise of the Drakes, he would search out another one of the great ten for a patron. Particularly the goddess of Water, Commerce, and Storm. He wanted to create a winged beast that could fly and for that, he would ask for a domain for the wind. There must be wind to create a storm so who better to ask then the goddess of the storm herself. He pledged again eternal service to her for a domain for the wind. In particular, the violent winds was his. There he would create the wyverns beasts that could fly and look even closer to the dragons. They were his creations and he let them roam rampantly. They would cause havoc against the other creatures and he did nothing to stop them. It made him proud, seeing his creations take on the creations of others. His downfall, however, came when he attempted to convert the followers of his patron goddess and god. He had thought that she wouldn't mind as she had many that followed her, but his ignorance was his downfall. She caught wind of his actions and he was punished. He was smitten down from the heavenly realm and down he fell onto the mortal one. He assumed his original form of a dragon and around the world, he roamed. That was around 10,000 years ago. Now he works with the guild and in his free time, he experiments with his creations or sleep. He has no real passion to return to godhood as now he can sleep and relax as much as he wants.

[Airengard]

OOC: Heyo everyone, hope to see more of you around. Ignore initial discrepancies betweent he initial post and this one. Details are being debated.

Character Name: Kaira Inriel
Character Description: Little is known about the vixen who owns the quaint little pub that is home to so many odd... beings. Kaira spends most of her day behind the counter, listening to the stories of the patrons that wander in and occasionally making small chat to pass the time. Her easy-going smile and relaxed posture provide an atmosphere to the pub that draws in characters from all corners of the land, she even swears she has met kings and queens but the regulars tend to take the stories with a grain of salt. Her usual demeanor also serves to fool any miscreants that quickly find themselves face to ground after an encounter with her fiery temper, if they haven't yet been dealt with by the usual guard. Some patrons swear her eyes are as red as her hair when furious, which she promptly denies, pointing to her blue irises as proof.
All in all, the little pub is home to a few misadventures a month, considering the odd clientele, but that is exactly how Kaira likes it.

Don't be fooled, young ones. Just listen to the rumours. Some swear on their knees that she is different everytime they see her, but they can never say what changed, while others would bet on their mothers' lives that she hasn't changed a single bit for years. Not everything is as it seems inside this small portion of reality.

OOC: I haven’t RP’d in FOREVER so I’m prolly a bit rusty.

Character name: Ragnar the Heavy Handed (totally original, I know)
Description: (lengthy) a sell sword whose primary weapon of choice is a one handed 36 inch blade with a T cross hand guard and an amethyst embedded into the hilt. He is an amateur arbalist and carries a crossbow tied to his waist, with a leather bolt quiver on his back outlined in golden silk. He carries a small buckler at his side and a dagger in his boot, and walks as a Saxon would, despite having a the name of a Dane. His “Heavy Handed” nickname came from his time as the king’s overly eager headsman, often lopping the heads off of traitors before the king could even finish his condemnation speech. A war hero and strategician, and an insatiable thirst for mead that has lead him to this pub, from which laughter and sounds of drinking and games echo into the streets.

Kaira watches as the soldier walks in, an eagerness for beverage evident as his eyes zero in on the barrels of mead. She grins, already anticipating handing him his tab. She also decides to pay attention to him in case he is a rowdy drunk, as weapons can quickly become a problem for pubs.

Character name: Ave Arge Joe.

Character description: Just an average joe who knows basic sword fighting.

A rather unremarkable man enters the pub and sits on a stool. Kaira is confused by how average he seems. It is like he is just too average...

Character Name: Emperor Talong Mantisimus

Character Description: emperor of Arthropyria, green mantis of about 6 feet tall, wears the Emperor's Uniform (white, gold, and red pattern). More about him on The Wiki of the Current Emperor.

An imposing mantis wearing what are obviously expensive garments enters the pub. An odd silence settles on the rest of the patrons as they carefully watch the newcomer, but they soon restart the revelry as nothing special seems to happen. Kaira sighs in relief and prays that this is not going to be another noble with an over-inflated ego that she'll have to kick out.

1. Character Name: Marc Fallon The Unstable

2. Character Overview/Description:
Marc Fallon is a 25-year-old with an unfortunate habit of bumping off the people around him. He is Unstable and gifted with sword/magic with the ability to be very evil and a bit selfish.
His first victim was his half brother, Dolvud Fallon, who he killed because he was humming too loudly, He hopes to kill again very soon. He has a phobia of ducks and hates fish.
Physically, Marc is in pretty good shape. He is tall with tan skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. He has Scratch on the cheek from tustle with Olivier Hector Fallon (his other brother, whom he offed as well). He grew up in a middle-class village. Having never really known his parents he killed them, he was raised in on the streets where he developed his magical and physical skills. He has avoided the law through multiple cover-ups and framing others around him.

Moral: sometimes
Stable: sometimes
Loyal: sometimes
Generous: sometimes
Compassionate: sometimes
Bad habits: bumping off his friends
Diet: eats meat

The latest patron to walk into the pub instantly sets off alarms within Kaira's head. His demeanor just seems... suspicious. She hopes that is it just old paranoia but decides to keep an eye on him.

Name: Balerion
Bio:

Balerion the former god of sleep, and the Violent winds was a god that was a servant two of the great ten. He was strong compared to his fellow gods that served Kanhama and Dayeathagon. He was also among strongest when he was a dragon still under the control of the now died dragon god. His ascension was a strange one and now here he is writing this out after he has fallen for all those that wanted to here. It all started when he decided that sleep and being lazy was far better than working

He was among the first to be created by the God of Dragons during the time of the most ancient gods. The god was a father like figure to the young Balerion as he never minded the reason why he was created. He was made to kill and destroy for the pleasure of his father and he didn't mind that. It was a pleasure for him to see his victims burn and suffer. The screams of those that he killed were music to his ears and the burned corpses of the bodies were pieces of art, as there would always be a difference among those that died. He particularly liked the battles among his fellow dragons as it was a show of strength among his peers, and he liked to dominate the others. The sight of his fellow brothers' and sisters' blood drove him into even higher levels of bloodthirstiness.

Yet after the centuries had passed he no longer found the joy of hearing the screams nor the burned bodies of his victims. Fighting his fellow dragons was something that he also no longer found exciting or enjoyable. The creatures that he terrorized were becoming repetitive and were boring to hear, and years of being undefeated were no fun. It was funny how a human saying was something that he now followed. It was lonely being at the top and at the top he was. To pass the time he now took up sleeping while the others were destroying and killing. He would be eating while his kin was fighting each other. Only does that had been born before him or at least before the past few centuries remembered him for who he was. A beast, that had enjoyed killing and burning others. The newer and younger dragons just thought of him as weak and unworthy of being an opponent to them. That hadn't bothered him, instead, he was overjoyed. It meant more time to sleep while the others were fighting. The young'uns would call him the lazy while the older generation called him the dread. He would still follow his master's orders however as because the sooner he finished them the sooner he could return to sleep. One day after he burned down a village for nostalgic sakes and also the fact that his master bid him so. He found himself lost in a field of flowers. It was so very peaceful and no was disturbing him so he fell asleep. He would sleep for a decade and for a decade he wouldn't respond to his master's calling.

When he woke up, he found himself in the ire of the God of Dragons. This was long before the Great Dragon uprising, so no one was there to help save him. He was struck by his master for disobedience, but in his rare moments of kindness or maybe for his past nature and deeds his master put him to sleep for eternally or at least until he became a god. So sleep he did. Days went by, then weeks, years, centuries and finally millennia, yet he still slept. It was around a millennia later that he started to dream. He would see himself in other's dreams and in those dreams he encountered the dreams, nightmares, hopes, and whatever else others were dreaming of. He would take a physical embodiment in the dreams the longer he stayed in there. The dreams would vary and they would always change and soon that became his source of amusement. He would feel the pain of the dreamer in a nightmare and the pleasure in a good one.

In the nightmares of some, he would fight against the creatures that haunted them in their dreams. In the ones that weren't nightmares, he would take up the form of anything that pleased the dreamer. Whether it was a nonliving object or a living one he had taken up that form at least once. This was when his ascension began, people started to pray to him or at least what he represented to grant them pleasant dreams, and there he was often going to the dreams of those that worshipped him. It wasn't long before he had been visited by one of the Greater gods. He was intruding his territory, but instead of being smitten, Dayeathagon for some reason gave him minor godhood in return for his service to him. His new domain was sleep and there he would continue to serve that greater god for years to come.

When he awoke it was the dawn of the great dragon rebellion. He didn't pay attention to it for he didn't really care about it. The Dragon God wasn't evil in his eye and nor were the dragons that rebelled against him wrong in doing so. He waited and watched the battle that was fought against his former master and his brethren. He watched and saw how a new Lord of Dragons was chosen and how his former master killed. He watched the dragons leave for the mortal realm and yet he did nothing. His domain was sleep and he would watch over that for several millennia. Once again he would grow bored but instead of disobeying his new master he made his own servitor races. Out came the Drakes. Beasts that looked like the dragons that they were based off.

After the rise of the Drakes, he would search out another one of the great ten for a patron. Particularly the goddess of Water, Commerce, and Storm. He wanted to create a winged beast that could fly and for that, he would ask for a domain for the wind. There must be wind to create a storm so who better to ask then the goddess of the storm herself. He pledged again eternal service to her for a domain for the wind. In particular, the violent winds was his. There he would create the wyverns beasts that could fly and look even closer to the dragons. They were his creations and he let them roam rampantly. They would cause havoc against the other creatures and he did nothing to stop them. It made him proud, seeing his creations take on the creations of others. His downfall, however, came when he attempted to convert the followers of his patron goddess and god. He had thought that she wouldn't mind as she had many that followed her, but his ignorance was his downfall. She caught wind of his actions and he was punished. He was smitten down from the heavenly realm and down he fell onto the mortal one. He assumed his original form of a dragon and around the world, he roamed. That was around 10,000 years ago. Now he works with the guild and in his free time, he experiments with his creations or sleep. He has no real passion to return to godhood as now he can sleep and relax as much as he wants.

The old dragon is one of Kaira's regular patrons. And one of the best paying ones too. She is all to happy to welcome him to the pub with a cheery wave and a friendly joke about his old age. His story is a mysterious one and she has always loved mysteries.

[Strala]

Wait is this just the OOC thread or is this both the IC and OOC thread

[Airengard]

Wait is this just the OOC thread or is this both the IC and OOC thread

OOC: OOC comments will just be made like this. IC is preferential at all times otherwise.

[Kyrusia]

C/CLTs belong on F7. C/CLTs are also permanently prohibited. As this is a chill/chat location thread, it will now be locked. Do not re-create.