First entrance
Not all entrances require a door. Such is the case with this one.
A tall man with bleached white hair and a neatly trimmed beard simply appears in the middle of the Bar. He wears a splotchy gray and white poncho that looks as if it might blend in almost invisibly in snow, and at his hip he has a belted longsword.
All of which one may be forgiven for not noticing because a single feature seems to eclipse all others. Where his eyes should be there are two pits of slowly dancing witchfire. The slowly shifting colors wave back and forth, sometimes curling up past his snow-white eyebrows. He radiates a quiet confidence, and to those who can sense it, he radiates with incredible power.
His flaming eyes sweep around the room curiously and he smiles ever so slightly. "Someone built a tavern at the end of time?" Wencit of Rūm, Lord of the Council of Ottovar, finds this incredibly amusing. At least if his quiet chuckle is anything to go by.
[ooc: The mun will be here until at least 6pm EDT, so please feel free to tag whenever]
A tall man with bleached white hair and a neatly trimmed beard simply appears in the middle of the Bar. He wears a splotchy gray and white poncho that looks as if it might blend in almost invisibly in snow, and at his hip he has a belted longsword.
All of which one may be forgiven for not noticing because a single feature seems to eclipse all others. Where his eyes should be there are two pits of slowly dancing witchfire. The slowly shifting colors wave back and forth, sometimes curling up past his snow-white eyebrows. He radiates a quiet confidence, and to those who can sense it, he radiates with incredible power.
His flaming eyes sweep around the room curiously and he smiles ever so slightly. "Someone built a tavern at the end of time?" Wencit of Rūm, Lord of the Council of Ottovar, finds this incredibly amusing. At least if his quiet chuckle is anything to go by.
[ooc: The mun will be here until at least 6pm EDT, so please feel free to tag whenever]