"Greetings!" Said a shadowy figure hanging from the ceiling above the bar. "Can I interest you in one of our fine drinks, or perhaps you've come to join our Gretchen dart game."
*turns* ahhhhh Raptor of the Knight it is good to see one with such a dark sense of humor, and Prosperian apple wine if you have any and what is this Gretchen darts ?
Handing the newcomer his dink the raptor drops from the ceiling. "Well I have this bag of squig teeth and there are several Gretchen pinned to the far wall." Demonstrating the game by flinging a tooth into one the helpless Gretchen and taking it in the groin. "We simply play to pass the time till the next crusade, it's all in good fun my friend. If you hit you drink of you miss drink twice!"
"It may be barbaric but that dosent mean it's not fun!" The raptor chuckles and returns to hanging from the ceiling. "They are slave stock but I'm always looking to procure fresh Gretchen with a little more meat on their bones."
The Apothecary would say goodbye to Sergeant Samson with a nod of the head. The 12th Company Apothecary-in-training's boot would clank across the ground as he strode towards the exit. With a gentle push of the hand, Corva pushed forth the door. Within a few seconds, the Apothecary went back to his duties.
Samson stretches somewhat as he flew two more of the teeth at the Gretchen, which instantly impacts against its frail skull and kills it. He takes another swig of his ale anyway. "Can't say I'm all too keen on this wager any more. Starting to...pardon my Gothic, bore me shitless." He glances behind himself and waves goodbye as Korvellius made his way out the bar, stepping away for the moment. "Thank you for the offer, however, Raptor."
This tavern needs something more added to it Perhaps i shall release a few horrors here to joke around
Another strange individual would walk through the door of the tavern some time later. The individual was quite tall and muscular, however by the subtle shape of the breast, it was safe to assume that this new person was indeed female. Her Amazonian frame made her look very formidable, exceedingly so for a woman. She wore a facemask that had a respirator mouthpiece that was connected to a backpack. A HUD eyepiece was fitted over her left eye, projecting data that the woman could utilize in her surroundings. As for the rest of the headpiece, there was a heavy duty veil that hung down to her very broad shoulders. Only her right eye was visible, and what could be seen was heavy scarring through it. She wore a heavy, light grey coat that was dirtied and scraped up. Her boots were heavy and plated, clanking across the floor as she walked in. A bolt pistol was slung on her left hip for quick draw action while her left arm was armored, bearing the mark of the Alfa Legion on the pauldron that protected her shoulder. On her armored forearm was a modified device that looks like what a Sister Hospitalier wears.It was clear that this woman was a battle medic. She walked to the bar, sitting down. Her right eye flitted from each person, watching them carefully. "Where can I get some ale around here?" The woman's voice sounded out. It was modulated slightly, due to the respirator connected to her mouthpiece.
