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~Twilight~	Jan 28 2009, 03:46 PM
Ing Freak Posts: 693 Group: Roleplayer Member #10 Joined: Jan 8, 2008	While the little 'princess' was just about to recieve Josh's order of pancakes, the door to the tavern opened as the end of a staff was set down on the wooden floor. Those standing on the opposite side of the door, namely the ones sitting by the bar, could see a shrouded figure standing there, just about to enter. Yet due to the setting sun being on the persons back he appeared almost like a shadow against the lit up background, and ontop of that he appeared to have a brightly shining aura surrounding him. The next second heavy footsteps could be heard as the almost two meter tall figure walked inside, and with a thud the door closed behind him. While one might have expected a mage of some kind, what with the staff and cloak-like garment, what met ones sight as the illumination of the setting sun vanished might be a bit of a surprise to some. Before the now closed door stood a large broad man, clad in a full suit of plate armor, with a long heavy white mantle fastened under his large shoulder guards, that almost wrapped around his entire body. The only place he did not appear to wear armor was infact his head, which was completely bare and showed a man in his late twenties, with a few shallow scars here and there, with his hair being of a dark blonde color and about ear length and prety messy, with a bit on the back hanging down to his neck. What might be most peculiar about him still would most likely be the staff however, as while it was made off or atleast covered in steel, the top of it had a shape that suggested a wizards staff, being like a metal ring split at the top, with a gemstone set in the middle, held there by three smaller strands of metal. Although the observant might notice the golden cross set on his right shoulder guard, suggesting he originated from some form of church, or atleast were religious himself. Though his deep green eyes had a serious, almost intimidating look to them as they surveyed the tavern for a few seconds, earning a few angry groans from the thugs who had previously been rather loud as they quieted down a bit, they and the rest of his facial features turned to a more calm, pleased way. Then the man turned to the bar and began to walk toward it, causing small thuds with each heavy, yet apparently not encumbered step. After reaching the bar the armored man took up a position a few meters to the right of a man who sat by the end of it, though he did not sit down on the nearby stool, instead standing with his right arm holding onto the staff and his left leaning on the desk. A little to his right was a few other people who seemed to be off foreign origin, though it was hard to tell with just a quick look and Edrian thought that as long as they did not cause trouble he had no right to bother them. With a smile on his face Edrian gave a short wave to Belben as he saw the old gnome come to probably pick up the coins the person to his left seemed to have left on the desk. "Greetings Sir Kard, its nice to see you in good health. Has the evening been quiet thus far?" Edrian asked, his voice was 'powerful', without really speaking that loud it carried far and despite not ordering anything it had a hint of authority to it. OOC: some images to help visualize Edrian, prety bad quality but I couldent get a working camera :< Image1 Image2 I'll try to get a profile up sometime later in the week if I can find time for it.


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