Here is a face that hasn't been seen in the Bar in a long time. He is sitting in a chair near the fire sipping at some ale. His staff is leaning on the table and his harp is laid out on top of his blue cloak. The fire cracked and popped in the hearth and Tegid sat pensive ( Read more... )

Aegnor had not been in some time or correctly put, time immeasurable. Now he was, here, in clothes no less, shirt, pants, outer cloak...well outfitted ( Read more... )

There's a six and a half foot ranger in the bar, making his way towards what looks like counter top only by virtue of being long and flat. He's never been here before, but the way he moves likely obscures that fact; one hand staying fairly close to the elven-wrought blade at his hip, the way his steps are measured to counter any unevenness of ( Read more... )

Outside there is a runner. Pavel is dressed incredibly light for the weather in just track pants and a thin long-sleeved shirt, letting his body heat make up the difference: he's not going fast enough for the breeze to be a problem. The thing that's actually noteworthy about him is that he's done several laps--or what he's going to call laps; Pavel ( Read more... )

Elrond is settled at the fireplace, looking at the dancing flames. In all the strangeness of this place, of Milliways, the fireplace is oddly soothing. This, at least, is no different from any other tavern ( Read more... )

 There is a bard sitting at  a table with a mug of ale looking rather tired. His staff was leaned agains the table, and on top of the table sat his gold inlayed harp. Under the harp lay his blue cloak floded neatly the broach tucked into a fold ( Read more... )

[This is how it Starts, not with a Bang, but with a Whimper and we all go tumbling down because life's a bitch and then ( Read more... )

 There is a very grim looking Celt at a table today. He's got a horn of ale and he's been nursing it for a bit now.  Next to his elbow his staff was propped against the table, and his gold inlayed harp was placed on the table. His blue cloak was hung on the back of his chair.

.... He was thinking about the events of his day. He's botherable. 

In the bar, there are many corners and recesses and forgotten nooks... sometimes more, sometimes fewer, but there's always a few here and there ( Read more... )

There are many doors in Camelot, and Merlin is still learning which one is which.

So when he opens one and sees . . . this place, at first he thinks it's another dining room.

But once he steps inside and the door closes behind him, it feels ... different.

"Er," says Merlin and shifts from foot to foot uncomfortably.

[tinytag: Merlin]