Welcome To The Pantheon Pub! Introduce Yourself....

[Sigil]

<from the background>

"... i think I found an ear ... aw, C'MON!!"

[Nonny]

"Whoops, sorry!"

I casually pick up the ear of corn and put it back on my plate. "I was wondering where that went. Bartender, anyway I can get another ear and a PB&J for the road?"

[Sigil]

Umm... Not that kind of ear, I'm afraid. And if you eat it I'll most likely hork in my pointy hat.

Not that I wear my pointy hat out anywhere. Ever.

It was a gift. Don't you judge me.

[Duq]

Duq stumbles into the pub......."Never get in a fight with congo rats by urself. It was like at the beginning of 300 til my clumsy butt slipped in the mud. Then they tied me up and i stayed in a hole in the ground for a month til Zeus came down and slayed them. totally worst month ever. But hey i found their cash and decided to buy a round of ur best vodka for everyone. So i come back to find that i lead the myspace pally's in deadliest hit. Hey Yami i like ur floors in looks like they are blood stained. And the fake heart beside that table looks so real." he sits down at the bar

[yamiscotch]

I glance over at Sigil.  "Yes, I have heard mention of that glorious island slaughterdise.  The whisper is that only truly brave and experienced fighters are allowed there."  I slide the bucket over, and watch the pancreas plop in.  "Hopefully, the body parts there STAY there!  I feel sorry for the poor bartender on that isle..."  With a shake of my head, I set my mop aside and take the milk and two meads over to my two new guests.  After watching Diz dump the perfectly innocent mead over Mist's head, I scoot over with a couple of bar towels.

Just as I get THAT mess cleared, I look up to see Duq come back in, muddy and disheveled.  I grab the vodka, and pour the round, while keeping an ear (attached to my head, thank you, Gods!) towards Duq's rambling.  As I wander back over to hand Duq his vodka, I look at that "fake" heart.  "Well, at least one "Faux" is heartless!"  Grabbing my garbage can, I start toward the heart, and try not to wince at the bad joke I've made in my shock.

[krazyk]

A deer made leather vest wearing man enters the pub... looks around on eye level at those in the pub, with a sense of awareness in possible danger.

He walks over to the counter points to the plate of food on deathstrokes table and bluntly points to himself with a mean looking face. and places a dead goat on the counter, assuming you will cook it for him.

[Duq]

*walks over to the bar* yami crack open the goldschlager......i feel great and ready to go to valhalla ......everybody gets a round

[Chaos King]

The man in the Dark armor Strolls over to the bar and says, "hey therr yamiscotch, gimme a Harry HangOver, thank ya" he turns around and sings:
"O from hell you came,
strolling through the depths of hell,
O Fighting Demons, and Shouting his warcry...
O, I am the god of Hell,
O, Hades has nothing on Me!
I have fought, I have sweated,
I have killed, I have whored,
I have Protected, I have murdered
I have collected bounty, I have sent
Assasains running like dogs with their
tails tucked between their legs,
I am The UndeadBountyHunter!"

UndeadBountyHunter Finally stops and takes a drink of his Harry Hangover..."Ahh, just the way I like it, thank ya Yammy" he says, then he tosses the bartender a large gold nugget, which was the size of his fist. UndeadBountyHunter then goes to the back, where he spotted a few sexy ladies. As he walks back, he says 'Hello Ladies, want a drink?'

[Wakita]

::a knight walks in, garbed in black battle worn armor, with a weapon of frost resting in his hilt; eminating a blue hue.  The man takes a couple steps in and peers around for a few moments, he nods then continues to the barkeep::

"A bottle of your finest kind sir," ::The stranger takes the bottle and tosses a small pouch to the barkeep::

::Wakita sits down at the far end of the tavern, leans back and begins drinking::

"Aye, good liquor indeed," nods at the barkeep then continues to drink.

[Duq]

*walks over to the bar and starts talkin to yammy..."hey what u up to.....let me buy a round for all the pallys in this joint"

[penguin707]

Hello , I am Penguin the rogue. The oldest rogue still on myspace. Been playing allmost everyday. I played for months and months before i even went into "Chat' and this Forum. Want to know more hit mr up.Later

[Wakita]

::Peers over to Duq and begins to speak in a raspy voice::
"Pally's you say?" 
::pauses for a moment and says::
Im a Pally so pay up, he says in a joking voice.
::looks down at his near-filled bottle of scotch and slowly moves it inside his cloak::

[-Vero-]

*Steps out of dark corner, and throws cloak over his shoulders*
Penguin eh? Remarks Vero.
What kind of name is that? Myspace? Play? What are you talking about? Take it slow on the alcohol kid. Vero chuckles.

[Lord_Riku217]

Lord_Riku walks into the pub with a smirk on his face and his wings tucked under is cloak,and with his left hand on his sword,he sits at the front of the pub.
"Ay yami can i get an expresso? I like me some cafine after a good flight"

[Lurch]

Bio still needs some major work, but heres what i got so far...
if i feel creative again sometime soon ill update it

Anathema The Loathed

A lone ninja sits on the charred remains of what used to be one of the mighiest trees in all the forest...
He is sharpening his shuriken, preparing for the inevitable war that is coming...

"So much destruction"

He glances up to catch the last rays of sun before the stars of the night reveal themselves to all.
"It is getting late, I best head back to the clan, lest I be considered a dead man."

"the clan"

"the closest thing to a "family" I've ever known..."

This man is hated, despised, and loathed by anyone who crosses paths with him, but there is one group... One group who finds him a valuable ally in their conquest, The group of people who call themselves Heracles. They are a close-knit group of wanderers who follow the teachings set forth by the Greek Gods. The leader of this group is known as Diogee. He is a mighty elemental who trains under the teachings of the aggression god, Jamtland, but Diogee also follows the principles and goals of the Greek Gods.

Although Anathema trains under the defender god, Stryfe, he also has an aggressive side which tends to lead him into trouble with others, but it also helps him and Diogee to see things almost eye to eye.