The innkeeper stared wordlessly for a moment at the Half-Orc, then nodded and drew up the drink from a large oak barrel from behind the bar, setting it down and looking from the dark eyes of his new patron to the coin purse, flitting between the two nervously. 

"Shall I just...er...that will be...3 coppers...sir."

The mountain of a creature looked at the human with disinterest, then shifted his weight to reach for the purse, his belongings creaking and groaning in warning as they began to tilt. The innkeeper, looking up at the pile swaying dangerously close to toppling out, takes the purse and quickly hands it back to the Half-Orc.

"On second thought, i'll just open a tab for you, shall I sir?"

Blinking a few times, the newcomer grunts an affirmative and tosses the coin purse up into the air, letting it land amongst the pile of his possessions with a soft "clink!" Sighing quietly with relief, the innkeeper pushes the drink forward and begins cleaning a glass behind the bar, giving the rest of the crowd a quick glance. Most of the patrons seated throughout the bar were regulars; either they lived in the inn or in the nearby areas. Some still stared in wonder at the wheelbarrow strapped to the Half-Orc's back, but for the most part many of them had turned back to their conversations, the subject having turned to this newest visitor. One man in a small dark corner, however, did not share the wonder or curiosity of the room. It seemed he had hardly even noticed anything strange at all. 

From under a wide brimmed hat, Jamven stared into his drink, slowly swirling it around in his mug. With a quick motion, he downed what was left of the drink and stood, tossing a coin onto the table. Walking up to the bar, he signals to the innkeeper who takes a few steps over to him.

"All done for the day then?" the innkeeper asks him, still eyeing the massive creature.

Jamven nods. "I have business to attend to today Yensen, I can't spend all day in this seedy tavern getting drunk on your piss-brew and lining your pockets, now can I?"

The innkeeper laughs and nods. "No we can't have that, now can we. Thats a silver piece for the damage you did to my stock today."

Jamven nods and places a single silver coin into the innkeepers hand with a smile, then walks back to his table and pulls on a worn black duster, tips his hat at the bar, and walks out, smiling at the weight of the coin purse in his pocket he had lifted off of the beast. So kind of that thing to pay for my drinks, he thinks to himself with a quiet chuckle as he walks out the door. 

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Hooray, another fantasy co-op exercise! I don't particularly like joining ones that are well underway, so this is a new one. Please, jump on board at any time! I'm hoping for a party of great characters who go on epic quests and all that.

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Some backstory for those who want it...

The time is autumn, in the year 338 AAT (After A-Team.) This new age began when 338 years ago a ragtag group of heroes saved the city of Morton Mills from destruction by a violent group of separatists.
The group consisted of three brave souls; adopted brothers Ambrose and Lii Trukk, the inseparable sorcerer/ monk duo, and Gruff Longbeard, a cleric devoted to the god Moradin.

Lii, after watching the death of both his birth parents and his adopted parents, and after being betrayed by his father figure, took his own life during the Seige of Moradinia in year 0 by strapping himself to a catapult and letting it fly.

Ambrose died later the same day, turned to dust by the evil mage (and former father figure) Dyllen.

After the Seige was broken, Gruff, of human blood but entirely convinced he was a dwarf after a particularly strong bump on the head, opened the doors to their ramshackle mountain fortress (Moradinia) and created a new nation devoted to worshiping the stony God. Since then it has expanded into a huge nation, spanning all of the Skypiercer Mountains.


-Nations Explained-

-The Kingdom of the Three Souls was formed around Morton Mills as a memorial to the A-Team who saved the civilized world.
40% Humans
20% Halflings
20% Dwarves
10% Elves/ Half-Elves
5% Gnomes
5% Half-Orcs


Tyrador has been around for thousands of years, remaining largely independent from the quarrels of the mainland.
20% Humans
40% Halflings
5% Dwarves
10% Elves/ Half-Elves
15% Gnomes
5% Half-Orcs


See above for Moradinia's history.
10% Humans
5% Halflings
70% Drarves
5% Elves/ Half Elves
5% Gnomes
5% Half-Orcs


Moradinia Minor is a part of Moradin's current mission to occupy all unclaimed mountain regions on the continent.
99% Dwarves
1% Other


Grosh has over the last 20 years been expanding down their southern peninsula to the edge of the sea. They recently tried to form the city of Gresh on the northern coast of the Wild Isles, but failed when the creatures of the jungle beat them back. Known for their (almost) open hostility towards Here Big Lake City.
10% Humans
89% Orcs/ Half Orcs
1% Other


Here Big Lake City has a secret name, an elven name, but no one outside the city knows it. Built far under the surface of the lake, the city and its inhabitants like to try and remain peaceful despite their proximity to Grosh.
99% Elves/ Half-Elves
1% Other

The Okija is a complete mystery. Created in the last 30 years and ruled by cultists who worship To'anka, who some say is a demon, some say was a man, and most say never existed. They keep in almost complete seclusion, and their cultists like to keep their To'ankan allegiance hidden when they venture out into the world, given their reputation for bloodthirst and the wearing of body parts.

updated Jan 8 by NeilRichardGrayson