A new AGE!

[Syroth]

(To all who post here lets try to get this story going and have some fun here I am using this :: sit :: as action and story mode and regular speak as he who talks lets have some fun and try to revive this world ohh and if for some reason you have to speak out of story mode though try not to (use this to do so) thanks )


::Syroth opening his eyes looks around unsure as to where he is. He feels as though he a has come to a new age of his life. He takes notice that people around him seem to be ordering drinks from a bar so it would seem to be a tavern his at.:: Hello? ::he mumbers but to no responce looking at his clothes he seems to have some on a warriors outfit with a sword to his side, His hair flows down to his chin and a scar across his right cheek. Syroth still a little confused really has no idea what has happened to him or where he has come from. However he will keep a weary eye around hoping to find some answers to who he is and what has happened to him.::

[Ferahgo]

His raven black hair billowed in the wind behind him as he walked across a field. Before him lay a dreary little town, bathed in the darkness of the night and the rain that fell from above. A mighty tempest was brewing in the sky, gale force wins tthat hreatened the thin walls of the buildings and blasted him in the face. But he did not care, there was no force that a storm could muster, that could knock him off his feet. His callused hands and muscle laden arms were a tribute to the life of battle that he lived. He wore a loose fitting Hakama that was as dark as his hair, and around his waste was strapped a nodachi, it's blade a shining onyx (black). On his back were slung two long knifes, Wazikashi's used for close combat and his art. He had other weapons, but he had little need for them. His bare hands were enough.

He entered the town and walked down the muddy main street until he reached the town's Inn. He banged open the door and walked to the counter of the bar, sat down and spoke to the bartender without looking up. "Lemonade."

[Syroth]

::taking a seat while picking up a fork from the table Syroth glanced over to the bar when he heard the word lemonade spoken. A grin crossed his face for he could almost have sworn he recognized the voice, however, he could not put a name or even a guess as to who it was just that he somehow knew it. Dumfounded he reached over and took a drink a started to get up when he took note as to the weapons straped to this individual. He quickly sat down and thought about his next action was this individual a friend or foe was this a voice that may have caused him to lose his memory or was this possably a close friend who could help him remember who he was and what had happened to him?:: Oh boy...

[Ferahgo]

The Bartender eyed the raven haired stranger as he placed a tall glass of Lemonade before him as laughs echoed around the tavern "I want no trouble here, Sir. Keep your thoughts and weapons to yourself." The stranger took the glass of Lemonade and took a long slow drink. Behind him, a few of the other customers, a ragged bunch, well armed and rugged, stood up and walked to stand behind him. The tallest among them, a surly individual with long dirty blond hair, chuckled and banged his hand upon the table "Bartender, need I remind you that this bar only serves Yakuza from the Agataro clan." The bartender took a step back and gulped as the stranger finished his Lemonade "Another." The Dirty Blond Yakuza yanked the stranger around and spit in his face "You must not have gotten the hint, stranger. Shall I teach you some manners." The Yakuza gang members surrounded the lone stranger, who despite the trouble around him, continued to sip his Lemonade.

[Syroth]

::Syroth sat in his seat and listen to the argument behind him. Many colorful words pierced his ears and the crazed men spoke... Not being from the clan himself, even though he had no idea who this individual was he and he wasn't sure how he knew him but somehow he seemed rather familar, he felt that if somthing more was to happen he would help this strager. Just then a waitress started pass his table, and as that happened Syroth spoke:: madam may I myself get a Root Beer? ::Not sure as to why, Syroth didn't feel the urge for an alcoholic beverage. However, just as those words rolled off his lips he felt piercing eyes roll upon him.::

[Ceth]

::... A dark damp dark ally stood before him... this unusal town seemed rather vacant but just ahead a small tavern seemed to be lively. Ceth drew closer to this tavern and as he did he herd music begin to play. Wondering what was happening he figured he could stop by for a drink before he continued on his journey. Just a few steps away from the entrance, he herd the music come to a sudden halt and a few strangers pinned up against a strange individual. And when another man asked for a root beer he watched all the eyes slowly roll over to him... Ceth then scratched his head this man looked familar:: I think I know who this man is over here... ::Ceth steped though the door and as this happened several eyes glanced over to him, a grin slipped across his masculine face while his short spiked hair stood on in, this tall man walked with pride to Syroth's table, but still Ceth wasn't quite sure as to if he knew exactly who he was, just that he did know him.:: Hello.

[ttyron]

::A dagger strung to his side dark brown hair shaved along this side of his head Ttyron stood abroad and stout inside the building across from the bar. Looking out the window he saw a man step into the bar... intrigued Ttyron felt he should go visit the bar and see what excitement would would erupt. For he knew strangers often weren't welcome. Though he too wasn't truely apart of this town or apart of the unusual guild that lived here He managed to keep a low profile here and when needed tryed to blend in as a regular townie to avoid being suspected as to not being discovered as a man on a mission... He had been looking for a lost friend, who had been captured by sevral members of the Agataro guild. Ttyron step out of the house he was in, the house belonged to a friend owned the house, but sevral years ago headed out on a quest and prior to heading out asked him to check in on his place. However, just recently Agataro had started taking over this town. Crossing the dusty road Ttyron walked through the door just as Ceth sat down next to Syroth...:: Syroth... ::He whispered under his breath""

[kingsia]

Whilst a local sat at his stool drinking his beer and scratching his head.
3 strangers had entered the tavern, Syroth, Ceth and Ttyron, since he had been sat by the fire and no-one had left however when he counted the people there was only one more there than since he had arrived.
Maybe the beer was stronger than he was used to and he was imagining things?

[Ferahgo]

The stranger finished his lemonade and stood up just as the villains who surrounded him began to move in. His hands flashed behind his back and briefly touched the handles of the twin wazikashis that were strapped there. They quickly returned to his sides however as he appeared to think better of fighting the mob that surrounded him inside the pub. He slapped some money on the table, turned and began to walk through the mob to the door. As he passed them, they converged behind him and followed him outside. The stranger stepped out through the twin pub doors and then stood in the middle of the street. The storm had only intensified during his time in the pub. The Yakuza surrounded him. The boss stood behind his men, grinning in anticipation of the beat down his gang members were about to dish out. The boss snapped his fingers and the Yakuza closed in on the raven haired warrior. Lightning flashed, and before the Yakuza could register the thunder, it was over.

The pub was silent as its occupants strained to hear what the outcome of the fight was outside. But whether it was because of the storm, or the fight was just too quiet, they heard nothing. And none of them wanted to get involved in a Yakuza fight. Suddenly the door to the pub banged open and the stranger was illuminated in the dark, his clothes soaked in the rain, but otherwise clean of any soil. He walked back to the bar and sat down "Lemonade."