The GrandMage
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Return to Pleasure Kingdoms (Open: See OOC or PM)
The town of Mercille wasn't particularly large. It had cropped up along a road, and acted more as a resupply point and night's sleep under a roof than anything else. A few outlying farms existed, but most gathered in the town's walls at night, being too far out in the wilderness to be safe from monsters.
Zarl sat in the Prancing Bear, eating one of the few well-cooked meals he'd eat. He wore a baggy shirt, his wings pulled tight against his body. He wore a large, ratter beaten looking cloak, that helped to hide what would surely get him killed. He'd shifted his skin color to a tan. Normally the idea of trying to hide himself as a human would disgust him, but he'd been on his own a long time, and the idea of a hot meal, a hot bath, and a clean bed had been too much for him. In addition, he'd had several crystals to turn in for money.
He sat at the bar, back to the door. He reached down to his belt. His belt was tight, and had large packs hanging off the back and right, his sheathed katana at his left. Straps went up under his shirt, going over his shoulders to help support the weight. It was uncomfotable as hell, but considering he had two other limbs sprouting from his back, a normal pack had been out of the question.
He pulled out a few coins, and put them on the bar, stretching a bit as he dreamed about his hot bath. He looked over at the busty wench serving customers, and smiled to himself. Perhaps before he left, he could convince her to go somehwere alone with him. He laughed quietly to himself, and ordered another ale.
The town of Mercille wasn't particularly large. It had cropped up along a road, and acted more as a resupply point and night's sleep under a roof than anything else. A few outlying farms existed, but most gathered in the town's walls at night, being too far out in the wilderness to be safe from monsters.
Zarl sat in the Prancing Bear, eating one of the few well-cooked meals he'd eat. He wore a baggy shirt, his wings pulled tight against his body. He wore a large, ratter beaten looking cloak, that helped to hide what would surely get him killed. He'd shifted his skin color to a tan. Normally the idea of trying to hide himself as a human would disgust him, but he'd been on his own a long time, and the idea of a hot meal, a hot bath, and a clean bed had been too much for him. In addition, he'd had several crystals to turn in for money.
He sat at the bar, back to the door. He reached down to his belt. His belt was tight, and had large packs hanging off the back and right, his sheathed katana at his left. Straps went up under his shirt, going over his shoulders to help support the weight. It was uncomfotable as hell, but considering he had two other limbs sprouting from his back, a normal pack had been out of the question.
He pulled out a few coins, and put them on the bar, stretching a bit as he dreamed about his hot bath. He looked over at the busty wench serving customers, and smiled to himself. Perhaps before he left, he could convince her to go somehwere alone with him. He laughed quietly to himself, and ordered another ale.
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