{ Evening everyone, here is my first contribution to Elliquiy forums. This play is set in a Fantasy backdrop, think a mix of dungeons and dragons, Conan and Warcraft. Humans, elves, nymphs, druids, what have you. But, this is no fairy tale, forget ponies and fairys...and sparklies.}<br/><br/>Breif character sheet to fill out<br/>Name:<br/>Age:<br/>Gender:<br/>Race:<br/>Appearance:<br/>Power/skills:<br/>Equipment:<br/>Other:<br/><br/>Name:Olland Strumluf<br/>Age:26<br/>Gender:Male<br/>Race:Human<br/>Appearance:Tall and broad 6'5. Long blonde hair and scraggly beard and vivid blue eyes. Broad shoulders with big arms and full muscles. Wears large leather belt and wolf skin kilt with deerskin boots stuffed with wool<br/>Power/skills: Great strength stamina. Experienced, but rough swordsman ship. Skilled axethrower, decent archer. Crafty with shield and sword, deadly knife fighter. Able brawler.<br/>Equipment: Long sword with double handed grip, three throwing axes, large oak buckler, three days food and water, two long blade hunting knives, one hunting spear.<br/>Other: Loves to drink, he puts the ale in male, you know. xP<br/><br/>The bar was quite the noisy affair, apparently a troup or rough mountain brigands had decided to take up residence inside the inn for the night and while they were at it, consume everything that did not try to eat them back and drink everything that could be poured into a pint sized mug. The rowdy bellows and booming laughter could not be contained  by the puny wooden walls of the old cabin in, it spilled out into the streets, causing men and women to shy away from the premise. Whether this was from the noise or the miasma caused by tightly packed unwashed bodies was not really clear.<br/><br/>The maids of the inn found themselves in a rather akward positions, few of them were sure that they could not sit properly for the next few days because of the constant bottom pinching that they experienced when they entered the horde of bearded men. Everyonce in a while, a dismayed yelp could  be heard over the din as a maid was pulled into a lap, a sharp slap would follow a second later, followed again by rowdy laughter and applause.<br/><br/>Olland did not care so much for such antics, times such as this required modest dinner chatter. He did not mind the soothing sounds of many level voices speaking at once, he preferred it over the awkward silence of a empty inn, but this was almost intolerable to the foreign man. He stood out a bit over the crowd, where they were short and squat, he was all and broad, their brown hair and beards different from his golden locks and scraggly beard. He was used to looks of all kinds when he traveled abroad, some were of admiration, others of suspicion and even outright distrust and hostility, but his large arms and long sword discouraged presumptuous speech and actions of the less open minded patrons of the bar.