IC A little taste "It's been, what... thirty years since then? Yeah, something like that. At that time I was revealed she got away, I didn't want to see any more deaths. Especially not one of my former comrades." He sighed, leaning back on a rickety old stool and resting his arm on a dull wooden counter. He ran his finger along the rugged surface. "Little did I know that wasn't the end of the battle." Finally the old drunk picked up the mug that was placed before him wondering if today would be the day he quit drinking. To be perfectly honest the cup he was holding was in horrible condition. There was a couple nicks on one side of the rim and a large scratch running down the other. The drink in the cup looked even less desirable but somehow he still managed to give in and take a sip. He had seemed to have forgotten he was even telling his story until he looked up from his drink and noticed the two other patrons staring at him. After clearing his throat he spoke once more, "I had just killed a man I had looked up to for the longest time. The idiot was siding with a handful of terrorists and completely disregarded the military that built him into the hero he was." Although a hint of sadness shown in the mans eyes his face only held anger. His fist tightened around the glass as he continued, "That man had saved countless people, countless villages, countless... everything. He was a man of principle, he was the sword of justice. I had been put into his squad when I was just starting out, it was like a dream come true. He taught me everything I needed to know, he watched my back as I grew into a warrior and at some point I had grown enough to be able to cover his. It was glorious. Teacher and student standing back to back," his facial expression lightened as he recalled a time when he could fight next to his hero but it didn't last, "Idiot!" his sudden outburst made a young waitress, whom at that point was taking orders a few tables away, jump. "He might as well have put a dagger in the back of everyone he saved!" Tears showed up in the old drunks eyes and he threw his cup off to the side, "If only I had known that wasn't the end of the battle." The drunk quickly stood to leave, however, before he could make it more than two steps he fell to the floor. The two patrons looked at each other confused before the bar tender stepped forward and picked up the now empty glass for an inspection. "That wasn't his first drink. He'll wake up in a few hours and go home, always does." One of the patrons, a young girl whom held a glass of water in her hand looked up at him, "It's a shame, he never finished his story." The bartender couldn't help but chuckle, "I've heard his story so many times, perhaps I can fill in the blanks." He leaned forward on the bar as he ran a rag along a mug, "You may not realize it, but this man was part of a group known as 'Dragon's Talon.' A special unit in the military that took on impossible tasks and came back alive." He noticed the girls doubtful look but continued to talk anyways, "He may not look like much now, but thirty years ago this man had enough strength to take on the entirety of the royal guard." He cleared his throat, "Anyways, after Dragon's Talon attacked the Capital he turned his blade against Dragon's Talon, his former comrades. I'm sure you've only heard that 'by some luck' only half the Capital was burned to the ground. It wasn't, 'by some luck' it was this man who single-handedly drove them back." The girl looked down at the old drunk passed out on the floor with a disapproving look, "This man is... or was a member of Dragon's Talon? Dragon's Talon only accepted the elite. People who had the 'destructive force of a dragons sharp talon.' Rumor has it that every member could single-handedly fall a small fortress alone, you're saying he alone took them all on at the same time?" Her icy gaze met the bartender's, "The only person who could manage that would be the legendary Dragon Slayer and no one is even sure he exists." A rupture of laughter rose from the bartenders throat, "That's true." He couldn't help but laugh, he had seen this reaction countless times, but somehow hers really got him, "The legend of the Dragon Slayer popped up shortly after the events of Last Hope. When the citizens realized that somehow Dragon's Talon was forced to retreat they rejoiced. Sure half of the Capital was unrecognizable, damaged far beyond repair, but somehow Dragon's Talon was stopped. They found three of the members dead and assumed the two others had escaped. As for how they were stopped, well that's why the King could only use the term, by some luck." "Wait," the girl said puzzled, "Assuming you're not just weaving some story, he said 'Little did I know that wasn't the end.' but no one has seen or even heard from Dragon's Talon since the event's of Last Hope." The bartender could only shrug, "This is the first night he's mentioned that..." Intro You're a strong and capable fighter, well on your way to being written down in legends. You may be of noble birth, you may be from a different land, perhaps you're a simple servant, regardless of your birth you have talents that somehow have caught the queen's eye. Congratulations, you've received an invitation to the castle in the form of a little black envelope with the words "Lost Hope" scribbled on the front. Though the envelope was less than appealing the royal crest (found after opening the letter) was something one simply couldn't overlook. Upon entering the castle you are quickly rushed to the guest rooms then informed that you will be called upon at a later date when all of the 'guests' arrive. You aren't given any explanation as to why you have been summoned but you quickly notice you are held in high regards by everyone else in the castle. The queen summons you and you're rushed to the throne room, lined up, then practically pushed in. Despite meeting with Miya Winterstar, aka the Queen, you still didn't get any worthwhile information. CS Image: Name: Gender: Age: (18-22) Height: Weight: Appearance: (Yes, I expect you to verbally describe your character even though you've already posted an image) Personality: Background: Skills: Weakness: (One weakness per skill) Rules 1. Use real or realistic images only 2. Be respectful towards everyone OOC 3. Minimum post length of two paragraphs 4. I expect the bare minimum of 1 post a week 5. Two posts (from different RPer's) must be between each individual post 6. Orange must be somewhere in the character sheet to prove you read the rules 7. There is a limit of 8 characters in this RP! 8. Multiple characters are aloud 9. I have the final say on all content in this RP 10. I reserve the right to change the rules at any time 11. Have fun!