BreathTaker

She ninja'd me

(Ok going back to third person, first person sucks) BT chuckled at Cheese's enchantment with Mary but her offer worried him. He used to thrive on chaos, but those were long gone... he though. Maybe it was time to admit the truth to himself, he was nothing without chaos. "I will think on your offer Mary, but it very tempting. As for servants, I have... help," he said, snapping his fingers. At the back of the hall two stone doors opened up and out cane sever figures in black robes with hoods drawn up and gloves. Two carried a larger wooden table between them, two more carried chairs for his guest, another two carried a single chair. The chair was silver and carved in roses, ravens and skulls. After the three were seated at the table more of the mysterious servants brought trays of a shredded meat in a red sauce, a large bowl of a salad made of strange elbow shaped noodles (Macaroni salad), refried beans made with chili; and tortillas. The servants also brought trays of a light, hoppy beer and a large bottle of whiskey. At some point during the serving Cheese caught a glimpse under the hood of one of BT's Muertos and saw a skull. A skull painted in bright colors with flowers and vines and other shapes and well as a spread winged raven across the forehead; their eyes were balls of fire.

Was the a Horneater Lager reference Swims? As for the resonant voice I meant melodic because for a little while I couldn't tell who was playing who and I thought Vhalin spoke. "Well, as I was explaining to my new friend here," Zakk decided not to name Tool and let him do it himself on his own time, "My name is Zakk and my merc ways are behind me... for the most part." Just then a thought popped in to Zakk's head, Hey, if this guy's got 'too much money' maybe he could help fund our 'grand quest to save the world' sorry, had a Deadpool moment, we ARE saving the world "Hey, listen lad, I may not be a mercenary anymore but I do have a proposition for ye. If you get me a big ol' flaggon of the black stuff and a few minutes of yer time, I think you might just like what I've got te say" as he waited for the short man to answer him, Zakk glanced over to the other side of the tavern at the Paladin, wondering why she was here.

CHEESE, LAD!!!! IT'S GREAT TO SEE YA. What brings you to these parts? I say as I bring D.o.C a heavy porter. Mary, don't pick on the poor lad and Cheesy boy, if she invited ye, yer fine to go to her kitchen. Just be careful. I chuckle as I walk back to my throne and sit down.

Woohoo my thread has been reborn! Are you a returned? Because you take my breath away.

"These are Arcane Runes, most amplify my physical strength and stamina, but the others amplify my power. They are focus points." Zakk said the Tool, suddenly he a resonant voice that sounded vaguely familiar. He spun in time to notice a very small... thing covered head to toe and an important looking human next to him. " Who are you?" He asked, flatly.

Roger that

Ooh, ooh... I got one... here it is... ready?... Bovine.

It's a Raven Quiv.

15 years. when people get off the plane and go "It's hot," my coworker and I look at each other and chuckle. It's hotter out here where I'm at than in town.

Twi, I have Air Conditioning, just because the heat doesn't bother me that doesn't mean I don't enjoy being cool while inside. I look around for a second and have an idea... QUIVER, I SUMMON YOU TO THE ORDER OF THE YAK... NOW I bellow in a voice that could be heard across the Void (could someone let him know to meet us there please?)

I look away from Mary to the young queen standing in my long silver and black hall, Elsa, you are young but you have potential to be a great queen. Please, call of this pointless war of yours, so the Knave left the court? He's known to be a little... well... *ahem* trickster-ish. That is no reason to attack him or his weird... pony... things... I humbly ask you Elsa, as my friend to stop the war. I hold Elsa's eye for a long while and await her decision.

After a satisfying burp Zakk chuckled, "Most people don't, no, but then again I'm not most people. Personally, I love the stuff. As for the general hugeness of yerself, I guess there's nothin' we can do about it. Say, making something ridiculously huge-ish as protection seems a very Drawrven thing to do, are you Dwarven made?" Zakk again inspected Tool's runes and markings.

Very well, *Goes behind the newly Soulcast bar that came out of nowhere and mills about a bit* Here you go Twi, It's a special Blonde and Brown ale I call the Drity Blonde

M'lady, all my beer is organic. Would you like a Pale Ale, Red Ale, Blonde, or a Brown Ale? I also know of a delicious bled of Blonde and Red. (Nimbus Brewery calls it the Strawberry Blonde I think)

Zakk raised an eyebrow at the Alphonse haha Suit of armor but decided that now was not the time to ask disturbing questions, but it was definitely the time to ask a question, "Tool, is your only form a nine foot tall suit of armor? or would you be able to transfer into say... a smaller plate? I only ask because you are quite HUGE! If not, there's not problem, I'm sure we can find a way to make you look less... well... more... ah blast it I don't know what I'm trying to say" Zakk finally spit out grumpily. "Hey, 'tender, can I get another dark one please?"

Mail lad... as awesome as that picture of Gandalf escaping Orthanc is... this is the Switzerland thread... (It is Switzerland that's neutral right?) Very well TwiLyght, I shall set up a full bar in a corner, would you like anything in particular?

So... ummm... maybe I could host a small bar for us all to drink peacibly? As long as no one starts toasting Unification Day This war, I think we should all be fine but it is your home Twy so what do ya say... PLEEEEEAAAAASEEEE... I mean I know no one will dare brave the Desert (besides Mary but I think she has a motive) to join the Raven's throne (WE HAVE A/C BTW) So I would like to be your bartender on the side... if you will have me.

"It is a Darkness creeping over the land, poisoning the crops and the animals." Zakk said in a hushed tone while stepping around the... Sausage guys? Zakk shivered at the implication. "But that isn't all, for some reason i have a feeling there is something bigger than just a plague at work here, it feels... created... some how, it definitely has the feel of necromancy to me but i can't be too sure." Zakk looked at X and then at Tool, "Well, now you know so what say you? Will ye join my cause?"

" My name is Zakk, I'm actually a wanderer across the world trying to stop a great evil from destroying our home." Zakk looked at the suit of armor, "Say, you look like you can handle yourself in a scrap, would like to join me in my quest?"

BT sat in his throne, resting from the long journey. He looked up and saw a familiar and friendly face, Mary, it's very nice to see you... BT raised an eyebrow and looked at Mary Why are you way out here in the forsaken sands?

Chaos

There is green. The green of the mesquite and palo verde. The cacti and the snakes

Zakk looked around and noticed a GIANT suit of armor and stammered, "Uh, 'scuse me? Yeah, hey, where in name of Damnation did you come from?" he said, knocking on the shoulder plate of the creature. Looks dwarvish made to me but it's WAY too big to be he thought to himself as he inspected the metal, some of the patterns on the armor looked familiar to him but they weren't from a clan he recognized.

I left Newcago, maybe in a bout of my famously hot head, but what's done is done. My powers of Ice are no more but then again they were never truly mine. My compatriots believed me to be a drunkard and more kindhearted than I really am... well... they might be right on the first part a smidge. I returned to my homeland after a time, the yellow sun beating upon the top of my head. It's old familiar burn greeted me like the embrace of an old friend. I wandered in to the uninhabited reaches of the endless sands. Many people believe this land to be devoid of life but that is the farthest thing from the truth. As I take my walk I see squat trees with muted green foliage and animal life unlike many places on this planet. Lizards with bright colors, some moving quickly, other less so. Snakes slithering through the sand, big and ferocious, Diamond Backs, Sidewinders, Racers and a plethora of others. The birds here are beautiful; Hawks, watching me through dark eyes. Their smaller cousin the falcon, circling above and letting out small screeches that identify them. The I see them, my brethren. Giant, some the size of a large hawk, black winged beasts sitting in a tall Palo Verde. They recognize me as one of their own, a herald of death and the end. Just then my true name came back to me in a rush, Brandon, the Little Raven, the Prince, The Sword, not so little now after my absence. These old friends welcome me home with a simple squawk. Finally, I am home. I have found a place to build my throne. I welcome back The Old Powers I once knew and a fire erupts inside me. Bowing my head I throw off my black cloak, revealing my silver and black full plate armor with my faithful Reaver strapped to my back. This is the place, the place where I was destined to raise the ancient Throne of Ravens. As I stand there in the middle of the sand, concentrating on the song of the desert the ground begins to shake. Slowly, painfully so, a spire rises from the sand followed by the rest of the massive silver castle. Huge, with soaring buttresses; tall statues carved from obsidian in the form of black cloaked men, painted human skulls in place of carved faces keep a silent vigil over my new kingdom. After a time I gather my strength and walk through the massive, black, ironwood doors in to the throne room and there it is. In all its Obsidian and Silver Glory, El Trono del Cuervo: The Raven Throne. The throne is in the form of a giant raven who's eyes of ruby seem dead, it's wings are closed, concealing the seat of kings long dead. I approached the terrifying bird and shed my armor, revealing my plain black shirt and pants. Upon the closed wings are to hand shaped indentations placed there for the purpose of awakening the guardian of throne. Only one worthy may do this deed. I place my hands in the indentations and Breath, "Awaken, throne of my ancestors and allow me to rule this desolation." Fire erupts from my body and the eyes of the Guardian burst alight with a living fire. I stand back and witness the giant black wings come to life and open, revealing my new throne. Outside a city begins to rise from the sand, and ancient city built before written memory. Although it looks foreboding, any traveler passing by feels welcome; for now, a new king rules these lands. Welcome, to the Kingdom of the Silver Raven, where drinks runs freely and the sun shines upon your face. I am BreathTaker, King of these lands. I welcome all who wish to join me with open arms and full mugs of beer. Please, join me.