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Mysteria
05-30-2010, 06:03 PM
Rated R for swearing, violence, sexual tension and situations, possible drug usage, absolute craziness, excessive fun, and anything else deemed worthy of an R rating.




The Travelers Tavern: Intersection of Parallel Worlds.
Imagine if you will a tavern setting where the crossroads of parallel worlds exist; a place where everyone is welcomed, young and old, friends and strangers alike. The Travelers Tavern lies in the middle of Untiontown, the junction where various worlds meet. The Travelers Tavern is a place of wonder and magic where almost anything can and does happen.

Inside you will find a warm welcoming environment where you can name your poison, be it mead, ale, stout, wine or whiskey, the tavern has it all along with beautiful barmaids and muscular barkeeps, tavern wenches and rooms aplenty in the Inn to rest your weary bones or spend the night with the person of your choice after a long lonely journey on the road. Whatever you desire you can find at the tavern! Want to have a drinking game? Go ahead! Involve everyone at your table.

People of all planes come here to gather, share companionship, tales, or just to rest and partake of food and drink by the warm and inviting fire. The stables right next door for your tired and weary animals, and there is a flower garden out back with benches surrounding a well for anyone who wants to get some fresh air or a long cool drink.

Be forewarned though that on occasion as is with all taverns, an occasional fight may break out and interrupt the normally peaceful and jovial atmosphere.



Welcome to The Travelers Tavern!

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Ta'Khara Vantagio strolled slowly through the streets of Uniontown smiling softly to herself as the breeze blew her long hair softly around her face. The seasons were quickly changing and luckily for her she had made town before the afternoon sun rose to high in the sky to make it unbearably hot. She’d already had to remove the long drover coat that she’d worn just that very morning due to the day having warmed up quickly. She slung it over her shoulder along with the small pack that she carried. She always carried light; she’d never had much use for many material possessions.

It had been some time since her travels had brought her back around to Uniontown but back she came like she always did. The truth was that Uniontown was the closest thing to any place that she could call home and The Travelers Tavern; well it was a place that if you’d never been there anyone who had would tell you that it was worth the trip or at least worth stopping in when traveling between planes. That was one of the reasons that she liked it. It was convenient and it was located perfectly at the junction that connected different worlds through time and space.

And it had the best damned honey mead that she had ever tasted, and right about now, Ta’Khara sure could use a drink, along with company and some of the best company could be found at the tavern too. All types of different races from different worlds could be found there and normally everyone got along; even those who had never met before but every now and then? Well every now and then there had to be someone who showed up just itching for a fight and even Khara herself had never backed down from one. The truth was that Khara backed down from very little. Ever since her parents had been killed she had trained hard to hone her fighting skills and became fearless. She had little to lose other than life itself and she did not fear death. One of her favorite sayings was do you want to live forever?

As she neared the tavern Khara whistled and seemingly from nowhere Midnite came padding up beside her. Reaching down she patted his head “Now don’t you go stirring any trouble up Midnite, you know how the town folk seem to fear you.” Midnite looked at her appreciative of the rubbing he had just gotten before he moved silently away.

Finally she was in front of the tavern. Had it been winter she would have moved immediately inside to the back of the room and sat near the fireplace but it wasn’t cold enough to enjoy the warmth of the roaring fire. She stood with her hand on the tavern door for a moment; breathing in what she knew would be the last breath of fresh air for awhile, smiling to herself.

It was good to be home.

Turning that knob she stepped inside, the smell of smoke and alcohol assaulting her senses immediately. Looking around for Krath she did not see him so she went over to a table in the middle of the room, looking rather surprised that the place was fairly empty and she didn’t see a face she knew save Rosie, the barmaid. Laying her coat over a chair she sat down, kicking her feet up onto another as her voice carried out filtering through the room “Rosie darlin’ I’ve traveled far and worked up a thirst, how’s about bringing me my favorite?” Rosie squealed with delight when she saw Khara and then headed for the bar to retrieve Khara's favorite drink, honey mead. Even as Rosie crossed the room Khara could be heard asking

“And where is Krath? Don’t tell me his lazy ass is still in bed yet!!”

MikeZZZ
05-30-2010, 06:27 PM
Mike got up out of bed to yet another wonderful summer day. The sun was shining, and he could think of nothing better to do than sit in the Travelers Tavern. He loved it there, everyone was like family to him. Mike especially enjoyed telling new faces all about the old days when he used to travel the world himself. These days it was getting harder and harder to move around. Although he hated to admit it, he probably should look into getting some of that new technology that could make you live forever. Oh well, he could look into it later, right now he had a date with his table in the Travelers Tavern.

As he walked down the streets of Uniontown, he mind wandered back to the last couple years. He hated going there, but he began to think of the dreadful day when his adventures ended. "No." he said aloud, "I'm not gonna think about that." He walked into the tavern and said hello to the usual crowd, and then sat at his table in the corner. No one walked over right away, but they would come, they always did.

GraftRaven
05-30-2010, 08:50 PM
Krath walked down the stairs from his room just after Khara finished her comment about his lazy ass. "Khara, I thought I heard sarcasm down here!" Krath walked over to Khara's table and leaned with his elbows on the back of a chair. "So, how long do you think you'll be staying this time?" A stream of Lrath's signiture playing cards flowed absently out of his pocket and stacked themselves one by one on the table in front of Khara.

Rosie soon came back with Khara's drink. "Well, it seems you've found him yourself." She grabbed Krath by the ear and pulled him toward the bar. "And you've got to get working, Mister!"

Krath stumbled and almost fell in the direction his ear was being pulled. "Alright, alright, I'm going! I'll come talk again later Khara!" He said, walking across the room and holding his ear. He stopped at Mike's table. "What'll you have sir?"

Housemaster
05-30-2010, 10:46 PM
The tavern doors opened once again. Martello peeked in, observing his surroundings with a merry look of curiosity on his face. “Looks brilliant!” he whispered to himself as he ventured further into the establishment. It felt nice to leave the mid-day heat outside, the indoor coolness felt refreshing.

As he made his way to the bar, Martello continued to observe his surroundings, as well as the different patrons in the tavern. It was early still, but there was already a few characters that stood out from the rest. One of the barkeeps seemed like an interesting fellow. His co-worker seemed enthusiastic about getting him to work, which made things much more interesting. A few patrons stuck out, one being the lady of whom the barmaid just served, and the other being the man who’s currently being served by barkeep.

This was Martello’s first time in this Tavern. He knew no one, and no one knew him, to them he was just another traveller stopping by to have their fill of ale and forget about life for awhile. However, Martello was looking for a place to stay, to kick back and relax while meeting many new faces from all walks of life.

“Lets see how quickly I go from ‘newcomer’ to ‘regular’ in this Tavern…” Martello spoke out loud, giving him an objective to occupy himself with.

Five days, that’s how long it took him to be seen as a regular in the previous village tavern Martello visited. First day he sat in the corner, had a few drink and stayed long enough for people to somewhat notice him. Second day he started conversations, had a few drinks and stayed a bit longer. Third day he played a few tunes, got offered a few drinks, and made some friends. Fourth day he was absent, making them wonder where he was. Fifth day was all out, meaning jigs and reels all around while buying everyone a round of drinks. He was a regular ever since!

Martello had this down to a science! Tavern life was basically his calling. Where people come here to forget about life, Martello comes to celebrate it, and now he enters a new tavern with fresh faces and experiences to have.

But first things were first… he needed to get a drink.

“A pint of Honeywheat ale miss!” he ordered as he pulled up a stool to the bar.

bluemoon
05-31-2010, 02:13 AM
Calliope casually walked the streets of Uniontown, her diaphanous dress flowing behind her. Two years from this day, she had begun her journey into self-awareness and discovery--leaving the safe confines of her forest home. She paused now at the entrance of The Traveler's Tavern, placing her hand on the oaken door. With eyes closed, she breathed in the familar scent of wood and oil, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. She pushed upon both doors, stepping into the smokey interior of the tavern.

Her senses were immediately assaulted with a mixture of odors, both pleasant and foul. She stood just inside, surveying the room with her head cocked slightly to the side. She breathed in, filling her lungs with the rich aroma of polished oak and pine. With slow, measured steps, she moved through the room, staring openly at the beings gathered there.

There were only a few customers, but Calli was enamored with their auras, feeling a connection to each. She stopped first in front of the bar. Placing her long-nailed hands upon the smooth surface, she made lazy circles with her fingers.

"I'd like a drink." She said in a whispery voice. "Ale--of any kind."

Mysteria
05-31-2010, 02:56 AM
Khara smiled watching as the tavern began filling up. Soon it would be hustling and bustling with activity as the day warmed up outside and the patrons would start filing in. Rosie went to retrieve her drink and Khara had made herself good and comfortable when through the door non other than Mike appeared. Mike was the quiet one, always sitting in the corner doing his thing and every now and then telling his tales. With a polite nod Khara acknowledged him knowing that soon someone would be over to talk to him and he would again be telling one of his tales but for now she was content to leave him go and have his drink and relax.

From behind her she heard Krath and slowly set her feet down upon the ground as she turned to look his way with a grin. "Sarcasm? Would'nt be any need for sarcasm Krath if you'd get yourself to work on time instead of making Rosie cover for you" she said with a wink to Rosie as the barmaid handed her the honey mead she had ordered and pulled him Krath away by his ear while Khara sat watching with a look of amusement on her face.

The next two arrivals were no one that Khara had ever seen before, the first of whom she smiled at as he took a seat at the bar and ordered his drink and the next being a different looking woman who Khara took to be a child of nature. This one seemed to be studying the place, taking in every part of her surroundings with wide eyed child like wonder. Khara smiled towards the woman then, a genuine smile. Two things for certain were that if you wanted to learn about the worlds, this was the place to come. and the other thing was that you could always count on in the Triple T was that there would always be a diverse group of people, and sooner or later you would get to know them all. For the most part, anyone who entered the tavern would quickly become family.

Leaning back in her chair Khara made herself comfortable again, resting her feet on the chair opposite her. Soon this place would be buzzing with the normal crowd, and the Inn would be filled with tired travelers seeking rest, drink, companionship and an entire host of other things. Khara nodded her head slowly not even realizing it as she did so. The Travelers Tavern was the place to be.

StormWolf
05-31-2010, 04:54 AM
There was the sound of heavy hoofs moving on the cobblestone street outside the tavern. The horse must have been a large one, most likely a draft horse. The man riding it was also a large man, blocky and powerfully built with a mane of flowing golden hair with eyes like chips of ice.

Stepping down from his horse, the muscular rider tied the reins around the hitch, leaving his horse to drink its fill from the trough. This man was Branulf Brekkerson, heir of Rohan. He had been traveling for weeks without a warm meal, soft bed, stout drink, or woman's company. He was going to enjoy his time here for as long as he could.

Branulf walked in to the tavern mildly, not making any more fanfare than the sound of his heavy boots on the floorboards. He found the nearest seat he could, one at a small tabel beside a window, very close to the tavern door, and set himself down. When a serving girl came by, he ordered a large tankard of the stoutest ale they had on tap, slipping a gold coin in to the girl's hand with a smile. The girl smiled sweetly back and trotted off. Branulf then reclined in his chair with a sigh of relif. Finally, a roof over his head.

Mysteria
05-31-2010, 05:13 AM
Gwain almost lost his footing under her as his feet hit the ground. “Whoa there, steady now boy.” Gil said as she stroked his mane. Gwain was incomparable amongst other horses but when it came to planes jumping, he still balked every time. Gil chuckled softly to herself. She couldn’t blame the poor boy though, after all, it had taken her years to grow accustomed to it when she had traveled without him and knew when she started taking him with her it would be a huge adjustment for the horse. As far as horses went one could not have asked for a better one, or for that fact one could not have had a better companion than the magnificent white stallion that was known to all as Gwain. A direct descendant of the one and only Shadowfax, Gwain had been Gilraen Culnámos best friend since he was old enough to carry her and she was old enough to ride him. He had been a gift from her father, Dinendal of Avandale. Gilraen sighed. She missed her parents. That was why she had went back to middle earth. She wanted to see if there had been any new developments or leads on her parents death. It was true that the massacre that had taken their lives had not happened in middle earth and even though her father had estranged himself from the rest of the elfish community, not all by his own choosing the fact was that he had once been on the council of elders and as such they were beholden to helping her in her quest to find those responsible for killing them. At first they had resisted in helping her because her and her parents were among the humans when it happened but because Gilraen knew the laws so well unlike they thought she would, they had no choice but to help.

GIlraen had lost so very much back then but since had gained so much also. Having learned how to move through time and space the one thing that had remained ever constant was Uniontown and she was almost there now. They were so close to town now that she could hear the busy streets filled with activity. And that meant one thing to her. People. People of all worlds, earthly or otherwise and Gilraen was fascinated with people. And she was thirsty from her long journey which meant one thing to her. The Travelers Tavern! And she could see it now, just ahead. Dismounting from Gwain she made the rest of the trip up through town and towards the tavern walking beside him, nodding and shouting out hellos as she went. She left him at the hitching post where he could get a long cool drink of water. She had no need to tie him. He would stay close by until she returned to move him to the stables but for now, her thirst had gotten the better of her. Nuzzling the stallions neck she whispered “I’ll get you settled later but now I need a drink too old friend. Don’t go far.” Gwain replied by nuzzling her in return, understanding every word that she had said.

Stepping inside the tavern she looked around but didn’t immediately see anyone she recognized until she looked to her right and the sight that met her eyes was a sight for sore eyes. There was no denying who those long golden locks and that powerful torso belonged to. Moving quietly with the grace of her elfish back round she approached the Rohirran that she had recognized and as he was distracted waiting for his drink. Quietly she slipped her hands around his head covering his eyes and leaning down whispered in his ear Lle lava?

{Lle lava? = Do you yield?}

StormWolf
05-31-2010, 05:32 AM
When the world went dark behind someone elses hands, Branulf's first instinct was the reach for his sword. His hand only made it around the hilt when he hear that voice he had missed for so long. His hand relaxed, slowly recognizing more details; the softness of the hands, the accent, the smell of wildflowers.

"Now, if this is who I think it is, this person knows I am not one for surrender..." Branulf smiled, tilting his head back. He felt the silk-soft hair brush over his face, making his smile broaden.

"Could this possibly be Gilraen? No... it couldn't be..." he mused with a satirical chime in his voice.

Yoruyonaka
05-31-2010, 07:50 AM
Through the planes, a scaled creature emerged. A growl ripped through the air as it neared the tavern. All the horses neighed in fear as the beast neared. Shadows rippled across the creature and took a form of a woman. The light of the tavern glittered of her pale skin. Blair Rowanne grinned at the tavern. Her dress hugged her body to show of her curves, but she chose the dress mainly because she liked it. She stepped into the warmth of the tavern and observed the crowd. Some of the men stopped to stare at her, but she ignored them.

Blair eyed an empty table and sat in it. Knowing no one in the tavern made her a little annoyed, but sooner or later someone would visit her.

"Aye miss," the barkeep came to her table. "What be your pleasure?"

"Pleasure?" Blair laughed. "I hope yer talkin' 'bout a drink rather then another sort o' pleasure."

The barkeep's face reddened slightly making her smirk. She flicked the air causing a breeze through the tavern.

"I am only pushin' fun," She said. "Now, let me 'ave yer best ale, sir."

He raised an eyebrow and walked away to get her liquor. Blair eyed the blond man with curiosity along with the pale, slender woman behind him. She also sensed a being of nature. There were some from where she came from. The Barkeep came back with her Ale which warmed her and was very sweet. She tossed him some coins and continued to sip the delicious liquor. Eying the door once poor, her eyes became slits for only a moment while she smiled, lets see who the next interesting person might be.

spirits breath
05-31-2010, 01:52 PM
(I will be refering to Hryssar as a male, but remember that he is not a he, nor a she. but rather both.)

His right leg had begun to hurt, running on it for short distances is alright, but running long distances with a sense that somebody noticed didn't help him be able to stop. The rather large gate in comparison marked the beginning of a new plane. His breath maintained a heavy rate, his heart beating at a rate that may make it explode, and his head surged with occasional pulses of pain.

Hryssar stopped, he gave one last look at the grassy plains, and the mountain that was his home. He slowly walked into the small gate, his head quickly finding a completly different area, he turned and looked back at the emty feilds. What is going on? He turned back into the foreign land, wondering exactly what it is.

He saw a few more gates, assuming they all must have been scattered thoughout his own lands, and continued forwards. The several feathers on his body remained pressed against his body, pressed back from sun, and not moving his arms while he ran, keeping the flap of skin tight wagainst him. He walked slow, catching his breath while looking at all the varied landscape, especially when it contained a lingle large building that had trapped sun inside of it, while there was a sun outside as well.

Hryssar begain to get closer, seeing large beasts that were larger that he was, and were without a doubt more muscular. His neck turned, a vibrating clicking purr echoed in his throat. He watched what they were, deciding that they were tied up for a reason as they have to be dangerous then, especially with their size.

He pushed off with his good leg, making his way to a door in the building. He tried pushing it with his head, the door didn't budge. He tried it on the other side, moving it a little then nothing. He backed away to inspect the door, a small handle was there. Out of curiosity, he wrapped his mouth around it, and bit down lightly. He pulled at it, and then tried twisting his head to loosen it like a prime peice of meat. As he moved forwards to adjust his grip, the door opened, his mouth gradually loosining its gripp, and his large feathered body scanned the room, in confusion as he did not know what any of the beings were.

He spoke in his natural tongue, "where am I, and what are all of these?" To those who don't know Rialt'pina (reptilian), they would only understand a few drawn out clicks and light thumping growls from his diaphram. He walked in a little more, his main talon rose up, ready to pounce if he were to be attacked.

The one other language he was learning, despite how much they pushed teaching it for relations, there was nobody that came in and made it up to the mountains. He heard it, his voice comming along calm, and in mass confusion. "This place, what is it? And what is here?" He steadily walked in the room, his tail gragging on the ground behind him.

Housemaster
05-31-2010, 04:02 PM
“Yes dear, another pint if you may!” Martello grinned, ordering another honeywheat ale while observing the various patrons of the Tavern.

While the barmaid was pouring Martello’s drink, the young man leaned over the counter, “So, what sort of set up does this place have for entertainment?” Martello asked, lifting his eyebrow in a playful curious expression.

The barmaid responded, “Well, you know the taverns that have ‘open’ nights for entertainment?”

“Of course!”

“Tis like that here every night!” hearing this Martello had a huge grin on his face. Open performances, what a treat! The barmaid smiled, “and I don’t suppose you’re a musician?”

“Aye, I am!” Martello replied, lifting his head with sarcastic pride.

The barmaid smiled, and slowly slid the honeywheat ale to Martello’s arms while presenting her cleavage and began playing with her brown hair, “And which instrument do you play?”

Martello leaned closer, “All of them…” he whispered.

The barmaid leaned closer to whisper into Martello’s ear, then she leaned back and gave him a wink. As she left, he took yet another sip of his fresh pint of ale. He then took a mental note “Successfully flirt with barmaid… check”. He smiled upon his success, but now in order to become a regular he needed to continue his success.

Without a moment to lose, Martello whipped out his pocketbook. He opened it and took out the pen inside.

“The Travelers Tavern… or Triple T… what shall I sing about?” he asked himself.

A moment of thought went through his head before jotting down words and notes in his book. Martello was in the mists of writing a song.

GraftRaven
05-31-2010, 04:07 PM
(Correct me if I'm wrong, but Hryssar is more like a raptor than a human? It might be that I just got up)

Krath looked at the newest arrival, who seemed to be confused. "Excuse me Mike, Ralph can take care of you while I show this Guy around." On his way to the door Krath gestured for Ralph, who had just come back from serving Blair, to come over to Mike's table. As he neared Hryssar Krath tried to remember his Rialt'pina, though it had been quite a while since the tavern had had a visitor that spoke it.

Krath cleared his throat and then spoke in a series of clicks and low growls: "This place is The Traveler's Tavern, and it seems like you've travelled quite a long way." Krath stopped when he stood about two feet away from Hryssar and then gestured at an empty table. "There's a table there if you'd like to sit down, and as for your other question most of these people are human, but there are a couple of elves and others." Krath didn't feel bad about talking about the other patrons because they wouldn't be able to understand the language.

For a moment Krath looked back at Mike, now being served by Ralph, and felt a bit of guilt for running off. He would have to come back after a bit and apologize, but with Mike it wouldn't be unpleasant because Krath was likely to get a story out of it. But, back to the matters at hand and, specifically, this newcomer.

TheDashingRogue
05-31-2010, 06:37 PM
A steel gauntlet landed heavily upon the weathered wooden door, the golden glow of the Tavern's lights dancing over the various curves and shapes of the armour. Varn pushed the door wide and saw many strange, a few normal, individuals sitting around or standing, drinking and laughing. The fashions were many and some individuals wore strange materials he had never seen before, or themselves, as individuals, were bizarre and new. It was a far cry from his previous "residence" although the ambient magical energy was strong. Alleviating his mood somewhat, the warmth of the fire in the corner brought back memories of better times before his inhuman imprisonment.

His towering frame bent over and edged its way under the door frame. Walking forward, Varn saw firstly an individual to his left talking to what he saw to be an oversized lizard of some kind conversing in some foreign language, nothing more than clicks and hums to his ears, to a similarly foreign individual with a bizarre array of spikes and scales. Although together they barely looked out of place. Lumbering towards the bar with heavy footfalls Varn approached the bar with thudding, creaking steps. He removed his helmet and placed it upon the bar, then stretching and scratching what should have been his head (if anything out of pure habit rather than for actual relief) before leaning against the resoundingly solid bar. He continued to look around the bar in apprehension, still unsure as to what the place was and how he had come across it.

bluemoon
05-31-2010, 07:16 PM
Calli moved aside as the towering stranger barged in beside her at the bar. His body seemed to be encased in steel. She was surprised when he removed his helmet revealing nothing beneath, and a soft gasp escaped her lips. She took a sip of her ice cold ale, wiping away the froth that clung to her upper lip.

Slowly, she moved closer to his imposing form, her hand reaching out and touching the cold steel. Long tendrils of branch-like fingers began to explore his armor. She immediately pulled back, discovering the emptiness eminating within him.

"What are you?" She asked softly, her eyes moving rapidly over his form, not sure where to focus her attention.

Mysteria
05-31-2010, 07:22 PM
"Now, if this is who I think it is, this person knows I am not one for surrender..." As Branulf leaned his head back Gilraen drew her face near, her long silky hair falling all around his face. Gil breathed in deeply of his manly scent. Oh how she had missed him, and the comfort of being in his arms on those occasions when it did happen. "Could this possibly be Gilraen? No... it couldn't be..."

"But it is" her soft voice whispered in his ear right before removing her hand "Vedui' Branulf of Rohan. Nae saian luume'." Then planting a kiss on his cheek she inquired "Might a tired lonely elf join you?" Although she knew that Branulfs reply would be yes unless he was in a bad mood, she stood waiting for him to answer. The elf in her would not allow for her to use bad manners normally and on the rare occasions that it did happen, it was because she was to lit up to realize her errors.


{vedui'=greetings Nae saian luume'= It has been too long.}

TheDashingRogue
05-31-2010, 07:34 PM
"What are you?"

Varn turned, well the majority of the armour did, to face the speaker. Despite her actions of inquiry over his armour, he possessed little to no feeling over the cold shell, and therefore did not notice her touch. Looking around at his armour was a woman, or perhaps an elemental of some sort. He observed that parts of her looked human enough (allbeit with a strange and pure luminescence) whilst others resembled bark like skin and extremities. She stared at the expanse around the armoured neck collar before looking at other parts of the armour. Varn realised he must look a slight bit unnerving in his present condition and reached for the gap, covering the empty portion. "I do apologise, sometimes I forget myself" the armour said, reaching for the vacant helmet rested upon the bar. Placing it upon his head a single eye (although it was more akin to a flattish glowing sphere) faded into view in the visor, the hollow knight sighed "Perhaps this is a little better for conversation I hope?".

"Well I am now nothing more than a lost soul, imprisoned within a crystal and subsequently the armour you see before you." He rapped the thick cuirass with his knuckles "and I'm afraid that's about it." He turned away, looking distantly over the bar. His single eye glared constantly at the wall and the racks of drinks. "A long time ago I was more like the others, well some of the others you see in this very Inn. I was of average height, build. A common man by all accounts..." he trailed off before turning back to the woman of unkown origin. "My work, that of pursuing criminal convictions, led me to the residence of a practicer of certain dark arts. Now I was not made aware of such things until too late and as such fell prey to his... handiwork. There were others like me... yes... but they were far weaker in will and succumbed entirely. We worked and toiled and commited dreadful deeds, some in the shells of corpses others in more skeletal forms. Thankfully I was encased in the least gruesome of forms and retained all of my faculties. Within time I longed for escape, after years of work I formed a plan of escape. Thankfully it worked and, without cutting the story too short, I found myself here..." he motioned to the Inn with his gauntlets.

"But I'm sure you have a far more interesting story to tell, you certainly appear to be more... intriguing."

StormWolf
05-31-2010, 07:49 PM
Branulf smiled as the kiss was planted on his cheek. It was her, as he thought, but the confirmation made the whole situation that much better. It felt like an eternity since he had seen her. He chuckled as she took a wiff of his scent, feeling slightly self-concious that he had not taken a proper bath in a longer time than he would like to admit.

"Aye, It has been too long, my dearest. Please, take a seat." Branulf stood and pulled a chair out for her, seating himself only after she had taken her seat. His drink finally arrived, which he took with a gracious smile at ther serving girl.

"Gil, my dear, would you care for something to drink?

spirits breath
05-31-2010, 08:14 PM
Hryssar padded his feet at the ground, no movement of rocks, no give, nothing. It was harder than what he felt acusomed to, though he could still en dup sleeping on it if he felt tired. The one other reptilian creature, talked to him, in his native tongue which was noce. Though he did seem a bit rusty though as well. He spoke again in his own native tongue. "The table wouldn't work, I am fine about sitting. I stand like this all day, though not sure about well everyone else. they seem like they may just cut me up and make some sort of armor out of me, maybe some clothes." He looked aruond, back behind him to see his rump and the other patrons. "But I will go by the table, see what is happening."

He cautiously made his way around patrons, inspecting what they had. Some were wearing large peices or metal, and had the ability to take their heads off. They all seemed so fragile. The ones without armor could easily be killed by a bite, the armored ones a bit moreso, but push them down enough and it works. As he was at the table, his neck partially over it in his normal position, he crooned softly. The fire was almost mesmerizing as he looked at it.

Small licks of slames would shoot up, then disapate, while at the bottom had a glow. He moved away from the table, moving close to the fire. His tail dragged on the ground behind him uncurled. He moved hs head close to the fire, a soft eep echoed in his thoaght, like a creaking growl. His feathers helped to insulate his body from the heat, as well as reflect the light fom it as well. He sniffed the fire, nothing. He continued to move his head forwards to taste it. As he moved forwards, he felt the fires intensity, a small burn on his nose, he yipped loudly and scurried back. His legs pushing quickly at the hard floor crating several scratches in it.

Walking back towards the one table, he looked back and growled at the fire, and then he stood, waiting for his body to dissipate heat from his feathers and to have the pain in his nose to go away. What was that? I was so close to tasting what that small sun was. It must really not want me to taste it.

bluemoon
05-31-2010, 08:34 PM
Calli delighted in the stranger's voice. It's deep resonating tone sent vibrations, like goosebumps, along her skin. It was like everything else about him--large and commanding. She watched with interest as he replaced the helmet, seeing the glowing orb in the face plate. It was more like a polished stone than an eye, but it gave her a place to look upon.

"It is better..yes..for conversation." She replied to his query.

She listened intently as he told her his tale, her right hand wrapped around the mug of ale. Glistening drops of moisture fell from the tips of her nails onto the polished surface of the bar. Wispy woody tendrils extended from her hand, absorbing the moisture off the bar before it could dry. Her body appeared to be in constant motion as the branch-like extensions explored the area around her.

"So, you are...or were...a man...a human?" She asked. "..and your corporeal body was taken from you?" She paused, trying to understand his story. "Then it is your spirit that resides within the steel encapsulated inside a crystal." As she spoke the last part, her left hand reached for his helmet. Her movements were slow, her touch gentle. "Is this your spirit?" She asked, indicating the eye-like orb.

"My story is like yours...I was trapped within the shell of a mighty oak tree. We were one spirit--the embodiment of one another. When my forest home was destoyed, my spirit was released. Without the tree to reside in, I was forced to take on a human form, although my true ancestry cannot be disguised."

She touched the bark-like portions of her skin, running her nails along it's rough surface. The sheer material covering her body made a soft rasping sound against the contact. "I am a dryad...a tree nymph to some. I am called Calliope." She said as way of introduction.

Mysteria
05-31-2010, 09:04 PM
Accepting Branulfs offer to be seated at his table Gil smiled warmly at him. When Rosie brought his drink and he asked if she would like one she looked at him smirking "No, I want to sit here and stare at your fine form and forget that thirst has over taken me." With that she winked at Rosie and said "AYe Rosie and how've you been?" Rose chattered off in her usual form before finally allowing Gilraen to speak again. "Ale please, and bring a plate of cheese and breads. The journey has been long and I've an appetite."

Her gaze returned to Branulfs as she drank in the sight of him. As far as humans went he was one of the most handsome she'd ever seen although he was a huge man. She smiled softly to herself as the thought crossed her mind, that if Elvin majick could not protect her, he most certainly could. Leaning back in her chair she looked around the room noticing that the place was filling quickly with creatures of all sorts. Turning her attentions back to Branulf she then spoke "What brings you back to the Triple T now Branulf? Have you become bored with Rohan? I am surprised I did not see you while I visited middle earth."

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Khara sat in the middle of the Travelers tavern watching the place spring to life much as she knew it would. As per usual it was filling with a more than diverse group of characters and that is what had always been the draw for her, the fact that such a wide variety of species came to visit here. For her, it was great to see the different era's and learn from others of their customs and worlds. But then again, that was only when she was in a talkative mood. Khara also harbored a dark side that often prevented her from being to open or forward with others. While she loved people and loved life in general she could be distant when she wanted to be but for the most part, she just enjoyed feeling alive and the tavern had always fed that feeling with in her.

It was hard not to feel alive in a place filled with so much fun and so many people. The place lived and breathed, seemingly having a pulse of it's own. Perhaps it was the fact that when traveling her time was often spent alone other than with her traveling companion Midnite. At this point he was probably off somewhere scaring half the town folk to death even though most of them by now should have recognized him on sight. Khara laughed at the thought. He was actually a big softie but he could be quite ferocious at times too. Especially if he thought Khara to need protecting. He was after all, a faithful creature. Khara did not consider him to be a pet but rather, a companion.

Her first drink having been finished she looked through the crowd for Rosie. How quickly the day was passing. Already a fire had been built for the coming evening. Days here were warm and nights often cool and it was that time of year when the nights could still be cool. Actually here in Uniontown the days and nights always fell that way. Warmer in the day and cooler at night. It was just the way Khara liked it.

Finally spotting Rosie, Khara shouted out over the crowd as she lifted her mug "Rosie when you've a moment.." Indicating that she wanted another drink by the motion and then added "And what's lined up for entertainment tonight or are we going to be watching more fools singing after they're drunk again?"

Yoruyonaka
05-31-2010, 09:08 PM
How interesting this little tavern is, Blair thought as more interesting characters entered. Along with a creature as well. No one seemed to pay attention to her, making her frown. The candle next to her flickered as she put her hand over it. She put her finger in the flame which wrapped itself around her hand. Clenching a fist, the flame flickered and returned to it's position. She sipped her ale once more allowing the sweet liquor in. She licked her lips and eyed the beings in the bar.

Flicking her hand open, a small bag appeared in Blair's hand. She pulled out a book and writing pen, but no ink. She flipped through its contents before finding a page and scribbling on it slightly. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a vial and dripped some into the candle flame. It turned purple momentarily and then burned its normal color. Smiling at it this, Blair looked up to see the Barkeep coming over to her again.

"Be needing anything else, miss?" He asked eager to speak with her.

"Ah, yes, ye 'ave some soup?" Any would suffice for Blair.

"Right away miss," The barkeep wondered into the back and returned with a bowl of mystery meat stew by the looks of it.

Nodding in approval to the soup, Blair handed him a few coins and he wandered back to the bar. Sniffing the soup she poured a drop of the vial in the bowl then blew gently on the soup. It turned from brown to violet to red and then to blood red. She sipped the bowl after its transformation.

"I would say, sixty or eighty years," Blair licked the red liquid from her lips. "Making wine from soup isn't as hard as I thought."

TheDashingRogue
05-31-2010, 09:10 PM
Varn nodded, pleased that the being had understood all he had said. "Oh this?" he said, pointing to the glowing orb behind his visor "This is merely a creation of light indicating where it is I am looking. It is an extension of my soul into the material realm, much like the forces that move these..." he moved his arms up into the air for a moment before letting them fall with a clumsy clang. Varn listened intently to her tale. Her story was one he could empathise with, it was uncannily similar, being removed from something as personal as yourself was not an experience he would wish upon anyone. A tree nymph? And I thought they were just myths made up to scare city folk from cutting down areas of the forest...

The hollow knight laughed for a moment, glad to have finally found somewhere where he could fit in, and returned the greeting.

"Well my name is Varn Bormus; and I am pleased to make your acquaintance." he said, creaking as he bowed.

bluemoon
05-31-2010, 09:41 PM
"Varn...the pleasure is mine as well." She replied, laughing at his odd gesture of bending at the waist. Thinking it might be a custom of his people, she rose from her stool, and mimicked the bow. She lifted her drink, finishing the dark amber liquid in one gulp. "It seems I am dry.." She said, motioning to her empty mug. "Can I interest you in a glass?" She looked at him oddly for a moment. "I am sorry, are you able to partake of refreshments?" She asked.

As she looked around the tavern, she noticed a lot of customers had entered since she had sat down. Of particular interest was a reptilian beast, his body having a strange covering of feathers. He seemed unlike anything she had encountered before. She watched with curiousity as he approached the fire. There was also magic in the air. She could feel it's unique tingle as a casting was performed. She looked around the room, trying to locate it's source. Her eyes stopped to rest on a pretty young woman, sipping at a bowl of soup.

She turned back to Varn, sitting back on her stool. "There are so many unusual 'people' here. It will take me days to learn all about them. Do you know if the tavern has accomodations? I may need a room."

TheDashingRogue
05-31-2010, 10:17 PM
"Oh no, I'm fine really. Well, I can but it's not an exact science per say..." he trailed off again, scratching the back of the helmet in a sheepish way "...and I'd rather not make too much of a mess of the place yet." The pair looked over the rest of the Inn and its inhabitants, the variety itself was awe-inspiring.

"There are so many unusual 'people' here. It will take me days to learn all about them. Do you know if the tavern has accomodations? I may need a room."

"I'm not entirely certain; although you may be able to ask the spiked gentleman over there" the armour motioned to the pale individual who was busy serving a patron a steaming flaggon of mead "He looks like he knows his way around a pint or two. I bet he's the barkeep." He leaned out of the nymph's line of sight and pointed towards the man standing behind the bar.

"Now if you'll excuse me I need to explain to a certain lizard that the fire over there is not a toy to be played with, before he burns down the entire Inn" Varn joked, removing and tipping his helmet towards the woman in a polite gesture...

Atrum Daemon
05-31-2010, 10:39 PM
The doors to the tavern creaked open and a black figure stepped into the warm and inviting building. None of the many light sources were able to pierce the darkness of the man’s face or body and the only thing one could see of his face were his two glowing red eyes. ‘Finally,’ Konrad thought to himself, ‘not only is this a good place to rest for a while, but there’s a chance that someone halfway interesting might be among this odd crowd.’

After centuries of dealing with imbecilic monster hunters and their descendants, Konrad was glad to out of his home and mobile enough to avoid dealing with pests such as those constantly. Konrad walked across the floor of the tavern and seated himself at a free table. Letting out a small sigh, Konrad opened his bag, the only thing on his person that was not pitch black, and smoothed a map out on the table. Taking a pen and perusing the map, he carefully crossed out something on it before rolling it up and sliding it back among the rest of his things.

Letting out a sharp whistle, Konrad got the barmaid over to him and asked her to bring him a bottle of whatever the house liquor was. Several minutes later, a bottle and cup were set in front of the sorcerer, who nodded in thanks as the woman scurried away from him. As he poured the cup full, Konrad made himself aware of all the magical presences he could sense and was sure they had noticed his. “Here’s to a hopefully entertaining night,” Konrad said to himself as he took his first, but certainly not last, drink.

GraftRaven
05-31-2010, 11:22 PM
Krath watched as Hryssar poked his nose in the fire, then went back to his table, before moving on to the next customer Krath made sure to pass the table and said, in the reptilian language: "Let me know if you need anything." He then went back behind the bar where Rosie asked him to take another mead over to Khara, which he did immediately. As he reached the table Krath set down the drink and picked up the empty mug along with the deck of cards he had left there earlier, his scales making slight clinking noises against the mug. "I thought I left something here, nice of you to not bother them. Anyway, I'm not exactly sure what we've got for entertainment... one of the guys around here has got a notepad and I think I heard him say something about music earlier... if not I could always use these." He shook the deck of cards in one hand. "Slight of hand always goes better when the eyes are effected by a good drink."

Mysteria
05-31-2010, 11:30 PM
Khara thanked Krath for the drink and chuckled at is comment about slight of hand as she thanked him for the drink. "Well Krath you know as well as I do that once they get drunk enough chances are they will provide all sorts of entertainment among themselves. Khara took a long pull from the drink and and set it down on the table.

Glancing over the newcomers way where Krath had indicated she continued "Hmm you know, there are a lot of new faces here tonight and maybe they'd go for some fresh entertainment too. Might be worth you asking him if he'd be interested, and if he's not well I guess I could always break out a tambourine and dance for the group." she said with a wink. "But then again til it gets to be that time, I may be to drunk to stand and dance myself."

Khara chuckled to herself knowing full well she'd rather sip her drink and not get drunk than be to drunk and miss whatever might happen next in the Triple T.

Dirzrahel
06-01-2010, 02:03 AM
The air was dark, sinister. Wooden planks on the floor creaked from unseen feet, a cloaked breeze blowing softly through the air. Lightning struck, a strobe of white raidance befitting a figure at the entrance of the tavern. It struck fear of the unknown into the atmosphere, it stood, but it sat, its tiny golden eyes fit with dark slits for pupils. A creature cried out in agony miles away, as if it were grasped by the most terrible of plagues. But here and now, at the door of the tavern, was a destroyer.

"Mew!"

A cute little fluffy white kitty-cat trotted in with a bounce to his four-legged gait that seemed to carry the brightest of music in rhythm. His tail flicked back and forth as he sat on his haunches in the middle of the bar floor, licking his paw tentatively and mussing up his fur, cleaning himself. With a few more strides after getting up onto his paws once more, he leaped up onto a bar stool at the bar counter and put his paws cutely on the oaken plank, his eyes glinting off the perfect light as the once golden globes were a seductively light blue, the face of an angelic kitten radiating to all who may take up such a sight. His tail flicked back and forth, wrapping around his back legs and playing in the air. A small mew registered from the kitten's mouth, a choir of "Awwwww!" echoing in the background from some somewhat unimportant women.

The whole demeanor changed in an instant, like hot going to cold or day turning night.

The kitten stood on the stool on his hind legs, a regal black top hat appearing in his hand and flipping up onto his head, nestling between his fluffy ears. A cane suddenly appeared in the same hand, a great mahogany smell emanating off the piece of timber as a nobleman's coat shimmered into existence around the kitten's body. The white fluffy meow-meow kitty raised his other paw with two claws outstretched at the barkeep, Rosie.

"The strongest liquor you've got!" The kitten said in a ridiculously strong Scottish accent.

Anne Bonny
06-01-2010, 02:08 AM
Winter growled to herself as she made her way down the street. Here she was, dressed to the nines, wandering the city on her own. Her shoes were killing her, her gown was getting dirty, her phone had died, and she was completely lost. She had left the charity ball early, having grown bored with hearing about children or veterans or puppies or whatever she was supposed to be supporting that night. Maybe the puppies of veterans' children? Who knew? Either way, all she had wanted was to find a coffee shop while waiting for her driver. Why should a Starbucks be so difficult to find in a city?

Rounding a corner, a cold chill suddenly passed over the girl and she stopped dead in her tracks. The street wasn't paved in asphault, but rather cobblestones. Darling little shops with painted wooden signs lined either side, and several figures wrapped in cloaks moved here and there. Winter began forward again, slowly. "Maybe an antiques district?" she mused to herself.

But this looked promising, she thought as she came up to a building with sign that read "The Traveler's Tavern, TTT". Winter smiled to herself. A drink did sound a lot better than coffee. She pushed the heavy, wooden door open.

The place was cozy and welcoming, and filled with the strangest beings Winter had ever laid her blue eyes upon. Her first thought was that she must have wandered in on one of those geek conventions, where everyone dresses up. But some of the "costumes" were just too good to be anything but reality or some very good Hollywood special effects. Winter raised an eyebrow, wondering to herself if she should make an exit instead. But by now curiosity had taken a hold of the girl.

With a toss of her raven black hair, Winter made her way to the bar and slid onto a stool. The well-dressed kitten (really?) beside her ordered the strongest drink in the house, but Winter simply flashed a smile at the barkeep and asked for a glass of red wine.

GraftRaven
06-01-2010, 03:09 AM
Krath chuckled a little too. "And that's why I like being the barkeep, because I get to remember everything!" At this he walked off to return Khara's mug to the back so it could be washed. When he returned to the bar from the back room he heard an apparently Scottish kitten ask Rosie for their strongest drink and a rather intrigued looking lady asked Krath for a red whine. He immediately slid a bottle of whine off of the rack and reached up for one of the whine glasses which hung on their own rack above the bar. "Starting out light are you miss?" He set the glass on the polished wood and then wrestled the cork out of the bottle before gently pouring the glass about 3/4 of the way full with the liquid which was fairly darker red than his own eyes, which never left his work.

When he finished pouring Krath pushed the glass slightly towards Winter then popped the corks back in the bottle and slid it back onto the rack. He eyed the woman's face for a second before speaking. "Pardon me miss, but it looks like you've got a lot of questions, and I'd be willing to answer a couple." He ran a scaly hand through the flexible spikes that were his hair, making sure that they were all running backwards and not sticking up.

Atrum Daemon
06-01-2010, 03:42 AM
“Huh. A well-dressed talking cat.” This was Konrad’s full reaction to the rather noticeable entrance of the strange, white kitten. He had taken to simply observing the others within the tavern, particularly the new arrivals. He had already drained about half of the bottle on the table and was taking his time with his most recent glass.

“I used to court women like that back in my younger days,” Konrad mused as a young woman entered. She had an air about her that was practically a billboard to him that she came from wealthy, noble stock.

Konrad drained the cup and set it on the wooden table, filling it once again from the gradually emptying bottle.

Septimus
06-01-2010, 05:45 PM
It started with a breeze, a natural enough occurrence that none would think to highly of as it brought up small particles of dust and sand from the cobblestone street. Only it was not natural and the miniscule debris it stirred into the air was not what it seemed. That breeze picked up, swirling that sand into a violent maelstrom just outside the tavern entrance. It didn’t take long for something else to become visible as, like billions of tiny pieces to a large and elaborate puzzle , those small grains of sand began to congeal into something tangible, something more physical and solid. It began as a pair of boots, supple leather planted firmly on the ground and gradually rising upward until legs were formed, shrouded in black trousers. There was also the hem of a cloak or jacket, a dark crimson garment of fine make. The sight was nothing anyone could have expected to find themselves watching even here at this crossroads between realms. The man who had started that breeze was quickly becoming visible but what sort of power did it take to appear in such a way? To build yourself into sand?

Hiren emerged as those last thousand grains formed his smooth, handsome face, his lips compressed into a slight line as eyes of slashing silver regarded the outside of the building. They were pupilles, depthless, and completely void of that spark of humanity most expected to find when looking into something eyes. Within those sparkling depths lay power, the promise of eternity, and countless other thing as the average person could not even hope to properly understand. He lifted a slender fingered hand, combed it back through hair of spun gold that seemed to almost sparkle as if it were truly made of such material whenever the light caught it properly. His skin was sun-kissed, lightly bronzed and yet carefully held between that balance of too much and not enough. Technically he could be whatever he wanted to be, look however he wanted to look, but this had always been him from the start, this expressionless, unshakeable visage that he held so easily in place.

With a thought that sudden breeze that had come to his call ceased, dying away as the wind he had gathered for it was released. He rolled his shoulders, working out the slight stiffness that came from building himself from scratch like that. Such a feat required tremendous concentration on understanding of his own anatomy. One mistake, one small laps in focus and he could find himself completely mangled by the time the sand reconstructed himself. Danger was something he was accustomed to, however, for his power was naught but one danger after another. The magic he wielded with such precision and grace was such that could just as easily destroy him as it did his enemies. Danger was something he was accustomed to.

Even as the Immortal strode forward into the tavern he was unsure why the fates had drawn him there, but the idea of a drink sounded nice even if it would do little in the way of intoxicating him. Hiren’s body was not built the same as a mortals, was not susceptible to things such as disease and any other mind alteration that alcohol and drugs provided. So he strode through the door, a feeling of warmth proceeding him into the room until it suddenly seemed as I the temperature had rose by several degrees. Those sparkling orbs didn’t look at the people he passed, I fact it seemed as if he noticed none but the bartender as he approached the counter, placing a hand upon it as he arrived. When he spoke his voice filled the room, though it was not loud or even slightly raised. As he asked for a spiced wine the words rolled like liquid form his tongue, rippling through the air in a perfect cadence. Even in that there was power, his voice rich with a depthless force impossible to comprehend, but if it drew anyone’s attention he simply did not notice.

Mysteria
06-01-2010, 06:30 PM
Her mug... was... again... empty.

That would not do at all. Leaving her coat draped over the chair Khara made her way through the now filled establishment just as she heard a kitten speaking. Now Khara had heard and seen many strange things in her life but never, ever had she heard a kitten speaking. Walking up beside the kitten she absent mindfully rubbed it on the head as she looked at Krath "Slacker, my mugs empty again! Can't you keep the brews coming without me dragging myself up here for service?" She said teasingly.

Looking down at the cute kitten she said "Well now then where did you come from little one?" Then laughing out loud she added "I'm probably speaking out of turn her since most things around here aren't always as they seem but regardless, where exactly did you come from?" The kitten purred apparently enjoying the scratching behind his ears that he was receiving from Khara.

Khara looked around the tavern as she waited for her drink. The place had come to life and it was a lot for one to take in all at once. That is why she often enjoyed sitting alone, so she could simply observe all of the happenings around her. Just then the tavern door opened and a new arrival came through. She sensed this one was even more different than many of the others already assembled there. His voice although not loud carried through out the entire tavern.

Having waited until he ordered his drink Khara turned to him, nodding and saying only "Welcome Stranger." One thing that stood out other than his voice was his sparkling eyes.

Oh yes, indeed this one was different.

spirits breath
06-01-2010, 07:12 PM
Hryssar looked at the fire once again. Now knowing it was hot. The small burn on his nose where peices of his feathers had singed away. Several of the new patrons seemed to only question how diverse humans were. They can be a solid black color, grow trees from them, and each seemed to have teeth that can enjoy plants and meat. Even one that can turn into a cat.

His head swivvled around, trying to get a feel for each of the partons, looking up their relative threat to his own life. Not to mention having to pullhis tongue back into his mouth and close his maw. They all looked good. The cat seemed too scrawney. The man in the large amount of black skin seemed like his meat would be tough, easy to get to and would be a good hunt. The women, they each seemed to be almost too easy. Their meat would be like a doe. Rich with flavor and easy to go down. Then all their juices after to help slide each moresal down.

Hryssars mouth tenatively lowered a bit, tail flicked back and forth at the end. As he rose up, he sniffed the air slowely. A strange scent hitting his nose. It was strong, and it was in magic ice that wouldn't melt. The patrons seemed to enjoy it like the first time figuring out how to glide. But the scent was unknown to compair it with.

He moved his body with small steps. Creeping up to the bar next to where the cat and this female, her scent different than any males due to her hormones. He simply observed what she was doing, listening to the strange sound eminatting form the small human in cat form. His eyes moved back and forth, watching the gentle arm movement. He neared in to sniff the arm, only to smell somthing sweet from her. He gently gave a light lick across the arm, tasting her skin. He went back a little, trying to figure out what it must have been. It smelled sweet, but didn't taste sweet.

Stepping back a few more steps, Hryssar looked up at the bar, observing the drinks. As he looked at them, he backed away and with a low stance, he lightly jogged to the back of the bar when it was clear. He rose up as high as he could, sniffing several of the bottles. Only to quickly find himself feeling light headed and staggering back against the bar. His head was foggy, and his eyes part way closed as he breathed deep breaths to restore his blood oxygen levels to the hieghtened amount that was available in this plane.

TheDashingRogue
06-01-2010, 07:49 PM
Negotiating the various patrons of the Inn and the furniture it held was more of a task than Varn had figured, so much so that his quarry had moved up to the bar. I wonder if it speaks Common Anglish... he thought, realising that a place such as this must accomodate others than those that happened to speak the same language as him. He turned back once more, asking others to excuse him and not trying to spill too many drinks. His movements could hardly be called dainty.

"Hey, scales, try not to set yourself on fire, yeah? The name's Varn, Varn Bormus" said Varn approaching the figure by the bar. Tapping the lizard creature on the shoulder he spoke again "What's your name anyway? I mean, you do have a name don't you?"

Yoruyonaka
06-01-2010, 08:04 PM
The tavern was filling with more and more interesting beings. One that was quite interesting was the talking cat. Blair of course has seen many of her kind shift into cats like she herself could, but this creature didn't have any human scent at all. A complete living and breathing talking kitten. She was intrigued. Then of course there was the strange reptilian being. She felt inclined to steal a scale as a souvenir. What an interesting and magical tavern this was. One could never imagine what would pop in here next.

The next person to enter was rather handsome. Not the usually kind though. A mystical sort of handsome. She's seen this before. Many times in fact. Within her book she even had a spell for immortality, but she never attempted such a thing for everything has equivalent exchange. All things that need energy do. As the man spoke to the barkeep its has his voice entered everyone's ears of its own accord. The man was something interesting.

Blair spun her finger within the bowl of wine she created. Whispering a few words the wine reflected her face perfectly. She grabbed the candle's fire with her other and pulled a drop of flame from it and put it in the bowl. The now perfect mirror surface ate up the flame and shimmered. The image of a forest formed and tree houses with lights burning. It was Blair's home, safe and sound. With a smile, she waved her hand over the bowl and the liquid rippled back into the brown mystery meat stew.

Sipping the ale she peered at the mysteriously handsome man. "What an interesting tavern I find myself in," Blair whispered to herself as she made her bag vanish into thin air once more. "How interesting..."

Dirzrahel
06-01-2010, 10:41 PM
Rosie stood in shock for a mere moment, looking upon the kitten as if trying to ascertain who it was. Enlightenment covered her face as the shock subsided and she filled a mug with a pint of 'shine, giving it to the talking kitten, and cupping a hand around his ear.

"I've been told stories about you since the old times. This was one of the forms you take, isn't it?" She whispered excitedly inside the kitten's ear, the white fluffy bundle of fur snickering openly as he tapped his cane on the seat of the stool.

"Is a form, not was, my dear girl. Please do not use my name at this grand place, because some people here may actually want a piece of me, in literal sense. Please refer to me as Mr. Fluffy-Wuffykins, if you please." The kitten said with the straightest face one could imagine, with a serious shadow over his eyes. Nonetheless, Rosie giggled uncontrollably at the name. The kitten sighed openly, the cane disappearing in his paw as his head fell upon them on the counter, covering his eyes. He stood up a moment later, rolling his paw as a noble would roll his hand in a bow.

"Then please, refer to me as Mr. Pride. If you giggle so much at my first choice, this one should be acceptable." The kitten said, Rosie nodding in agreement as he scratched his ear.

The kitten took the mug of shine up in his paw as he brought it to his lips and then promptly poured the mug onto the counter, a white porcelain saucer appearing instantly where the drips fell. He had only poured a little out, just enough so when he lapped his tongue at the saucer, he got some 'shine.

Then the most pleasurable thing happened. A hand appeared out of nowhere and started scratching him, his unstoppable purr resounding out into the open air and reverberating in his own body-

"Stop!" A paw lashed out without claws and batted the hand away, the kitten heaving greatly from such satisfaction that had been brought to him. He collapsed on the stool, curling up into a white ball of fur, the coat shimmering away into the air, but the top hat in the middle of the ball.

Mysteria
06-02-2010, 12:34 AM
Stop!

Khara blinked twice. Not only had the kitten yelled at her, whatever the other creature was that was walking so idly around the bar had licked her. Whether or not it thought it was going to have her for dinner or not Khara didn't know but luckily enough for her it moved on and Khara turned her attention back to the kitten.

She hadn't meant to hurt whatever creature lay beneath the guise of that kitten. Had she actually hurt it? Khara couldn't help but pick the creature up and hold it close to her as with the other hand she picked up her brew and headed back to her table.

Khara had a great respect for others, no matter what form they were in. Once back at her table she sat her mug down, completely ignoring all that was going on around her and cuddling the kitten close to her. Just then Midnite chose to make his way into the room. How the gentle giant managed to get into the tavern was beyond most of it's patrons but it was a more than common occurrence. Padding over to where Khara sat he looked quizzically at the small bundle that she held and then simply plopped down at her feet, one of his large paws resting on her foot.

Khara held the tiny package close to her, allowing it to rest upon her bosom as she stroked the length of it's back and up around his soft ears. Leaning close she whispered "I know that you can hear me. If I hurt you I am sorry and if I am hurting you now please tell me and I will stop."

If she had actually hurt him, she couldn't tell since he had allowed her to pick him up and hold him but if she had somehow incapacitated the poor thing she would never forgive herself.

Dirzrahel
06-02-2010, 01:14 AM
The top hat shimmered away like his other accessories had, the kitten picked up precariously by the woman and toted off somewhere else. He was about to object, until certain thoughts crossed his mind that did not seem bad in retrospect. To be honest, the only thing that came to mind when she cuddled him against her ample breasts and while his soft underbelly was softly poked by what he thought to be a hardening nipple was...

"Oh, fuck it..."

The kitten turned over on his back right after the rather large panther came in and mewed softly, rolling over and over in a most unusual way and purring loudly as he nuzzled up against her. His bright blue eyes glittered toward her own, and his white fur was fluffed up, making him look absolutely adorable. He knew his game well.

Mysteria
06-02-2010, 01:35 AM
Finally the kitten moved again, showing signs of life. Very vivid signs of life in all actuality as he turned over and over, mewing rather contentedly against her. He still had not yet spoken although Khara was certain that he could had he wanted too.

For a few moments longer Khara held the kitten close, peering down into those tiny brilliant blue eyes rubbing the kittens belly which appeared to bring the kitten a great deal of satisfaction. Not only certain that the kitten was far more than just okay and also that it was not in reality just a kitten, Khara pulled up the chair next to her and turning towards it she sat the kitten down. After taking another long draw from her ale she leaned down close to it, whispering so the other patrons wouldn't over hear.

"I know you can hear me, now tell me my furry little friend, who are you?"

spirits breath
06-02-2010, 01:57 AM
Hryssar felt back, several peices of permafrozen peices of water seemed normal temperature, as if they were warm? The strange scent definitly came from the bottles behind the bar. Trying again, hesoftly bit one of the bottles, letting his tongue feel around the edges. He let go suddenly, his mouth burned with the strange taste in his mouth. It must have been liquid fire!

He went back to the bottle and bit it once again, he flicked his head up, unknowingly spilling much of the bottles contents into his mouth. His body moved in scattered patterns as he tried to pull away from the taste and cough out the heavy burn along his entire throat. He started to panic slightly when he couldn't get rid of the taste, nor the burn. The first time of carbonation felt horrible to him.

A voice came by behind him, his eyes wide on terror and confusion. The figure spoke about the sun that he had found out was hot. His name was...odd When he was tapped, he quickly turned and bit the armor, the coolness of the metal rested on his tongue. Gently he tried to pull at it, only to try and pull with only the bend of his neck, thus inefficiently. The metal human asked him what his name was. He spoke in a series of grunts towards the figure around the hand in his mouth.

Hryssar looked up, knowing that the figure couldn't understand what he had been saying, just motionless and not wanting to give him his hand. His right foot moved up, pushing. Only to cause him to fall back down. He used his left foot and slowly rose to his feet. He gave a soft tug at the hand before letting it go, leaving a light trail of his saliava on it. Tilting his head to the right, he looked up at the creature. He thought about what the metal human said. Name? What is name. could it be another word for asking what I am? No... hmm. A soft crackle of clicks went in his throat as he thought a little. He spoke softly in the common language. "I no know what name is?"

His tail flicked up behind him, moving towards his legs. Why would a human need my name? Does he have mating complications, or is trying to get me to drink some more of this awful liquid? His head moved forwards a bit more, once again latching onto the wrist of the thick armor. His feathered body moved slightly, his back aiding his heads jerks to futily rip off the armor of the human.

TheDashingRogue
06-02-2010, 09:29 AM
To Varn's surprise, the creature had begun to pull with its teeth on his hand, the sharp blades catching on the various ridges of the armour. Looking at the creature in confusion Varn figured that this must be some kind of strange greeting tradition amongst its people, or maybe he just felt like chewing something. He remained still, looking over the creature. The movements of its limbs seemed clumsy and sluggish. Was it drunk?

After an effort, the creature spoke; "I no know what name is?" and shortly afterwards began tugging on Varns hand once more. This time with much more conviction. Pulling back slightly in an effort to regain control of his arm, Varn tried to lift his arm off of the ground hoping the creature would stop trying to open him like a tin can. "Er a name..." Varn spoke slowly and clearly now, in the voice usually reserved for foreigners "a-name-is-what-you-are-called... me-Varn" he tapped his chest with his free hand "me-name-Varn" he tapped the now airborn creature as it gripped his wrist more tightly "you-name?"

spirits breath
06-02-2010, 10:51 AM
His tail partially resint on ground, his body held up by his mouth, his body rested like a peice of dead weight. He let go of the hand, his body dropping roughly on his bad leg, causing him to fall over sorely. Holding come form of composure, he realized that the armor wasn't going to come apart. His mouth hung open, wondering exactly how he should go about what he was called. He spoke his name in a series of clicks and soft chirps. "Or, Hryssar." Empasizing the S's.

He slowely rose his body, standing more vercital than horizontal. "Like tharn not knowing my tongue, I no know all of tharns." He shot a glance at the broken bottle behind him, some of the foul tasting liquid was next to it. He should have asked that in the first place. Must be weak to have to hide under metal.

Hryssar walked calmly behind Varn, his tail dragging, and his right leg legging behind. Gentle inhales masked the odd pain that nestled his leg. Only to disipate unexpectingly to a sloght throb as usual. They better not try to touch my leg. Don't need to be in pain over their curiosity His head turned, leading his bodies movement in the turn. "I dislike english. Not natural." He looked at the large hand he was biting on, trying to scan for some sort of opening, only to find similar ridges and no opeinings. What does the human want? He wants to try to get my trust, and then eat me. Hide behind metal and then kill me.

TheDashingRogue
06-02-2010, 11:09 AM
"Hur-eye-sar eh? Well I certainly can't pronounce your other name..." he shook his gauntlet once more, "If you would mind for a moment, I'm not going to kill or eat you. Look..." removing his helmet Varn leaned forward, showing the reptile the dark expanse beneath his neck "...no teeth, or digestive system." He fixed the helmet back into place "So there isn't really anything for you to get to inside either" he rapped his knucles on the helmet "Emp-tee"

Jumi
06-02-2010, 03:46 PM
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A gentle hum started to ring out from just outside the Tavern. As the sound slowly became audible to anyone outside the building, a small black orb began to form in the air accompanied with a slight breeze blowing from the center of the blackness. It then began spinning, and began growing in size until it was nearly four feet in diameter, and then quickly shrunk inwards a moment before it then raced outwards in a brilliant light, and disappeared with a hiss.

Left in the light's position was a Man dressed in black with two oriental styled swords, one at each hip, a glowing jeweled core embedded in his chest, and a very perplexed look on his face. Bringing an armored hand to his chin, Klevik slightly scratched at the tuft of hair at his chin, and closed his eyes a moment before he sighed deeply. He certainly hadn't plan on this... last he remembered he was running from a very angry group of militia men.

Now finding himself in what appeared to be a peaceful realm with a very welcoming building before him, that smelled of alcohol, sweat, fun, and sin, he was more confused. "The magic isn't supposed to take me to places like this..." He mused to himself out loud as he focused his fuchsia eyes on the building. ~Well there's not a foot of ground to be gained with standing out in the open, pondering is there?~ The man thought matter of fact like, and rested his hands on the sash like belt that was wound around his waist.

Ascending the stairs, he placed a hand on the door, and with a gentle push, watched as it swung open allowing the noise, warmth, and scents of the establishments interior to waft outwards, and embrace him. With both feet crossing the threshold, the door closed softly behind him, and left him tot he new atmosphere presented before him.

Various people, some looking more like things... were sat, stood, and sprawled all about. ~A Tavern, and Inn...~ He then realized as the scent of food, alcohol as well as the noise of snoring came to him. "Well this certainly can't be too dangerous..." he spoke to himself nearly inaudible to the Tavern's patrons.

Anne Bonny
06-02-2010, 05:12 PM
"Starting out light are you miss?" the barkeep asked as he poured a glass of wine. Winter turned from watching the other patrons in the tavern to politely focus her attention on the bartender, but she was stunned into silence at his appearance. The bartender wasn't even close to being human.

When he turned back and handed her the glass, the two stared at each other for what felt like several long seconds. Winter wasn't sure what to make of this red eyed, spiney creature that seemed to have no problems with making conversation with her.

Pardon me miss, but it looks like you've got a lot of questions, and I'd be willing to answer a couple," the bartender said, running his hand through the spikes on his head.

"Well..." For once in her life, Winter wasn't sure how to respond. Finally, she just decided to throw caution to the wind and enjoy herself. With a short laugh at the ridiculous situation she found herself in, the girl shook her head. She leaned forward on the bar, arching her back as she brought the glass of wine to her smiling lips. "My apologies, sir. I'm just not used to spending time with cats that speak, or shadows with eyes, or tree-women."

As she spoke, she turned to indicate each of the fascinating races that occupied the tavern. Winter could have gone on and on, since every being in the building seemed to be something out of a fairy tale.

And here comes Prince Charming, she mused as a golden haired, silver eyed man entered. He didn't seem to notice anyoen else in the tavern, but silently commanded attention from everyone around at the same time. A man who radiated power and grace. Exactly her type.

Winter took another sip of her wine and tore her eyes away from the stranger. It wouldn't be polite to stare, no matter what world one might come from. Besides, the knight nearby had taken off his helmet to reveal himself to be headless, and yet another interesting humanoid was entering the tavern.

She turned back to the bartender and smiled again. "Still, I think I'll enjoy myself here just fine."

Atrum Daemon
06-02-2010, 05:52 PM
Konrad blinked slowly as the new patrons entered, taking the most note of the blonde man with silver eyes. Something about him rubbed Konrad the wrong way, but the sorcerer could not quite place what it was. However, Konrad eventually just shrugged to himself and thought no more of it. He had encountered enough powerful magic users to have grown as tired of them as he had monster hunters AND his worthless sons. “At least here I don’t have to give overblown speeches to cross-bearing morons,” Konrad said with a lightly smile in his eyes.

Taking the bottle in hand, Konrad stood from his table and moved to a chair by the fireplace. Sure, he may no longer possess a human body, but he had not lost his liking for the comfortable glow and warmth provided by a fire. He took notice of the odd armored individual talking to the reptile. Konrad soon realized that the armor was either living or possessed as it removed the helm to reveal no head and mention something about not having a digestive system.

The smile returning to his eyes again, Konrad refilled his glass and set the empty bottle on the floor by his chair.

spirits breath
06-02-2010, 09:21 PM
Hryssar leaned his body up, looking into the, empty armor? A soft croon gurgled in his mouth, holding back a high screech. What is with humans? I better not see one that can start throwing sun at me, and burning me His right rand weakly poked at the armor, dragging along the side. His left came up to do the same, There was no difference that the armor was solid, yet his arms still varying sizes.

His mind forced out a toothy grin. He spoke almost confidently. "Thar, how you. Well?" He looked at his own body, then back up. "Live?" Walking arond in a small oval, he had to think on how to ask what the awful thing was he just drank. His body soon stumbled to the side his leg giving a nice return throb of pain as he had to turn on it, thus twisting his. A light hiss escaped his mouth, his eyes closing. His voice was slightly pained. "Bottle. What in it?" His head flicked up towards the bottle that he had broken.

With a slight limp, he moved gradually to a more open area by the human who had a small bowl in front of her, who had poured something into it. "Thar." He gave a nod. "mind to walk, with me?" His body turned to the side a little bit, his tail flicking to the side and head arched over his back. Looking between his own body. the body that wasn't a body, and the female who he could just drag back to a mountain somewhere and gently let time make her body softer. I got the disease that devastated my arm and part of my leg, that have yet to heal after a year. What kind of disease would I receive here? I could become fatally ill, the disease could come and try to finish the job. Possibly they can get sick...easier hunting for me, but with all these humans, despite how different they are, I could get sick myself. Then what do I do?

TheDashingRogue
06-02-2010, 09:59 PM
Varn walked with the creature, acknowledging his request with a nod. "W-well this thing here..." he grabbed a dark green bottle from the bar, there was about a third left of the strong smelling liquid inside "...this is al-co-hol. Booze, hooch, poison. It makes your head go fuzzy and... numbs pain. Stops you from thinking straight too. Some people call it fire water." He paused for a moment and shook his head. This was getting him nowhere, he didn't even know what the creature was, let alone what language it spoke.

He looked around the room for some assistance from a patron that looked well travelled, one that he hoped might know something about obscure languages. Sat down by the fireplace was just such an individual. He didn't appear as such, but instead was noticeable by the lack of anything about him. A void from Varn's point of view. Not sure how best to gain his attention, Varn let out a deep cough that reverberated around his armour "Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to know how to speak to my friend over here would you? I'm a little lost for words..."

bluemoon
06-03-2010, 01:31 AM
Calli continued to sit at the end of the bar, observing the room and it's wonderful array of personas. She had procured a room for the evening, the key sitting before her on the counter next to a pitcher of ale. She found the amber liquid refreshing although the intoxicating nature of the drink had no effect on her. The tavern was filling with a aura of magic the likes of which she had never experienced. The power emanated from so many of the beings, shining brightly--the room aglow with dazzling streaks of irradescent hues. She wondered in its beauty, losing touch with the present.

Her hands pressed against the bar's surface began to spread out, long tendrils traveling along the length of the bar to the mirrored background. Cracks appeared in the mirror as the branches rooted themselves into the reflective surface. Calli's eyes were closed tightly, but she saw a brilliance flashing behind her eyelids. She sighed deeply, her body filling with energy as she tapped into the magical energies, sapping strength from the beings. Her skin began to glow, a green luminescence seeping from her pores.

As quickly as it began, it ended. Calli opened her eyes, looking about the room once again. She felt renewed, the magic providing her nourishment that no human sustenance could. The tendrils slowly reeled themselves back, disappearing into her flesh. She licked her lips like a content cat. Grabbing her mug, she took a long drink of the ale, barely tasting the bitter brew. Her hazel eyes fixed on the man with glowing red eyes, drinking him in.

Lethe
06-03-2010, 04:24 AM
Downstairs
Inside the Wine Cellar


Sounds of scuffling, bumping, rustling and thumping could be heard from within the depths of The Travellers Tavern’s downstairs wine cellar. Should one listen closely enough, an occasional grumble or low muttering noise could also be distinguished. A bottle of red wine was uncorked, and its contents were briefly shaken, sniffed and then tasted. Seconds later the fluid was spat back out onto the floor.

A gruff voice could then be heard complaining. “Bah! Wut be dis? It be tastin’ likes Elfie stuffs!”

After a snort and several unsavory expletives, the bottle was re-corked and unceremoniously returned to its former location. Individuals who frequent the establishment are perhaps aware that the Dwarves have their own private entrance to the cavern: an antiquated wooden door hinged to the wine cellar floor.

Several years ago, the Dwarves constructed their own special entrance out of politeness to the Tavern staff. For although a Dwarf will gladly drink just about any sort of alcoholic beverage in a pinch, as a people they prefer that their spirits have a certain potency not often appreciated by the majority of other races. This meticulousness used to periodically result in complaints to the Tavern management regarding the overall “poor quality” of beverages and comments similar to “Nae even an’ idjit ogre wud drink dis water’d down stuffs!!” To this end, it was eventually agreed upon that the Dwarves should simply be given the option to enter through the wine cellar where they could sample and select their own beverages prior to joining the other patrons upstairs in the Tavern proper.

This particular Dwarf’s name was Kindli, and although she had heard this Tavern mentioned numerous times in song and in legend, this was her first visit to the famed establishment. She had every intention of making the best use of her time while she was here. Kindli’s next endeavors involved sampling a flask of whiskey, scowling at a bottle of mead, and placing her ear against the side of a barrel of beer in an attempt to hear its contents sloshing around inside.

Kindli stomped her little boot against the ground in frustration. She wondered where they were hiding the good stuff.

Atrum Daemon
06-03-2010, 04:43 AM
“Wait, you’re trying to speak to him?” Konrad asked, tweaking one of his eyes questioningly after fully processing what the suit of armor asked. “I’ve never really spoken to those. I’ve used them as fodder for monster hunters, but never actually spoken to one.”

Konrad thought for a moment, looking from the armor to the reptile and back again. “He seems to understand the common speech well enough. Just keep trying, I guess.”

Konrad just shrugged and drank down the remains of his glass before setting the empty cup by the empty bottle. His eyes showed amusement as he leaned forward in his chair a bit to watch what would happen next between the lizard man and the living armor. In truth, the armor attempting to communicate fully with the lizard man greatly interested and amused Konrad. Mainly because it was something he had never seen done before. Well, he had seen it done, but never without the lizard man killing the person trying to communicate with him at the end.

StormWolf
06-03-2010, 06:14 AM
"What brings you back to the Triple T now Branulf? Have you become bored with Rohan? I am surprised I did not see you while I visited middle earth."

Branulf smiled and chuckled in his chest, taking a hearty drink of the stout ale that he had ordered. Placing the mug town, he wiped the froth from his beard. The bright blue eyes of his locked on Gilraen, taking her in as she was, glorious and beautiful.

"Aye, that it has. Now that the age of soldiering is coming to a close, with the orc hordes being hunted to extinction, politics await me..." he shook his head and took an even deeper swig of his ale, as if trying to wash the thought away in a whitewash of lauger.

"Can you imagine me being a politician? Being King, even... King with no chance for glory. I would get fat and bored within a week." he smiled and took another sip of his mug.

"And what about you, Gilraen? Did the forests no longer call you like they once did?"

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Outside the Tavern, there was the sound of a powerful purebread mustang pulling up to the porch. The horse whinnied deeply, but was hushed by the man riding it. There was a pause, just the mustang counting as its rider tied the reins to the hitch.

Ching... Ching... Ching. There came high pitched metallic chimes in a steady rhythm from outside. They chimes grew closer and closer until the swinging doors of the tavern burst open, revealing a sihlouette of a tall and broad man in a duster coat at a wide brimmed cowboy hat made of black leather. The man walked into the Tavern with that same chiming, his spurrs ringing with every step he took.

He wasted no time in going to the bar and removing his hat, wiping his brow with the back of his hand and setting it on the bar top. The cowboy had a deep and pale scar that marred the right side of his face. The scar was jagged and wide, likely from a dull knife or possibly even a rifle butt. The scar twisted on the man's weather-beaten face when he squinted to allow his eyes to adjust to the light. This was deffinately not the blazing hot Arizona he was used to.

"Barkeep! A shot of whiskey and a brew, and keep 'em comin'. I'm so thirty I could drink the sweat off of my horse." the man called out to whomever was working the bar at that moment in time. His voice was firm and masculine, if not a little loud. It also held a faint trace of an accent... sounded Scottish.

Jumi
06-03-2010, 12:47 PM
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Noting the various kinds of people once more, Klevik cautiously drew his Montsuki jacket closed in order to hide his Jeweled Core. He hadn't thought of it before, but the present crowd of people might be the kind with sticky fingers, and he didn't need to draw any unwelcome attention to the fist sized Amethyst that was protruding from his chest.

Yet another person joined the Tavern, and Klevik quickly stood to the side as the man in the leather duster passed by him making a line straight for the bar. ~Not a bad idea I suppose.~ Klevik thought plainly as he began towards the bar as well. As he arrived, he reached into his jacket, and removed a small pouch held closed by a drawstring. Loosening it, he reached inside, and then stopped. Not knowing what the currency here might prove to be a problem...

Following up the man who'd just called for service, Klevik scratched his head lightly with his free hand, and placed it back into the pouch. "Would this pass for tender for a Stein of Ale?" He asked the barkeep while holding out a small blue sphere that glittered with a marvelous brilliance. It was a blue Sapphire gemstone. An odd choice in coin one would think, but Klevik had an idea that Gemstones tended to hold value no matter where he went, and they were plentiful in the Bejeweled city.

Housemaster
06-04-2010, 06:21 PM
“Well!” Martello closed his book shut, “That’s enough writing for now… besides, I have to add a more lively experience to this Tavern.”

Grinning from cheek to cheek, Martello paid for his drinks and quickly made his way to the exit, quickly dodging the patrons without making too much of a scene. While outside, he made his way to the INN where he was staying and barged in the entrance, no way attempting to be subtle now. He made his way to his room and quickly rifled through his things. He picked up three cases, two small cases and one medium sized case. Carrying them down the stairs and out the entrance he made his way back to the tavern.

With cases in hand, he re-entered the Triple T and made his way through the crowd of people back to the bar. Luckily his seat was still vacant, and Martello cheerfully sat himself back down.

A bartender approached him, “You’re back in a hurry.. and why the cheery face?” he asked.

Martello grinned, “You’ll find out once I get a pint of your finest dark stout!”

The time for honeywheat was over. The sun was getting lower and the time for refreshments was done. Dark stout was the drink Martello always drank when he was in the mood for music.

In almost no time at all, the bartender returned with a pint of thick dark stout. “Tis my own brew!” the bartender said with pride, “I call it, ‘Dark Sun’… lovely drink for the end of the day!”

Martello took a large sip, then sighed, “Dear sir…” he whispered, “This is the best goddamn stout I’ve ever drank…”

“Consider it on the house you bastard!” the cheery bartender gave Martello a slap on the shoulder, “Now… you said I’ll find out why you’re so damn happy once you had a pint of stout!”

Martello grinned, “Of course!”

He then bent down and retrieved one of his small cases. Popping the latches he opened the case to reveal a well kept polished oak fiddle. He flipped the fiddle onto his cheek and twisted the knobs as he plucked the strings quietly to tune them. Once he was finished, he retrieved his bow and stood upwards, putting a knee on the barstool.

“Time for some music methinks!” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjDqyqhXL54)

Stream
06-04-2010, 11:57 PM
No matter what town it was, everyone and everything always seemed to revolve around the local watering hole. Everyone roaming the cobblestone streets of this town seemed to gravitate around the Traveler's Tavern, patrons walking in with groups of friends, and stumbling out a few hours later with new ones.

Our stranger's cane tapped in rhythm with his shoes, one the stones and up to the wooden deck at the base of the tavern doors. Inside he could hear the faint sound of bow and string, a violin perhaps, serenading the room in music. Obviously the man was good enough to silence a room of misfits enough to be heard from the outside.

A young man who had been smoking outside was kind enough to open the door for him, allowing him to limp inside depositing his tan trench coat on a rack next to the door. Under revealed his black three-piece suit with a notched lapel, typical of the more Earthly beings, complete with a deep red waistcoat and matching tie tucked in. Limping over to an empty table near the edge of the room, he slowly sat down, his wooden cane resting against the wall. His homburg remained.

A quick scan of the room revealed an odd assortment of characters, most too boisterous or busy with themselves to bother with an old man. It was a bit disappointing this included the servers.

MikeZZZ
06-05-2010, 12:35 AM
Zelli who had been quietly sipping his beer, after fading in and out of sleep stood up. He had been startled awake by the reptile creature, but had settled when he noticed that it was peaceful. It seems that the tavern was starting to heat up, as he looked around, he noticed some new faces, and some elves which suprised him a little. He couldn't stop staring at the reptile though, he had a vauge memory of it, but couldn't think of more than that. He was just so tired nowadays. Oh well, he would remember eventually.

He stood up and decided to walk around for a bit before he sat down. Slowly he limped over to the elves to have a little chat with them. "Greetings, My name is Mike Zelli, mind if I sit and chat for a bit?" he asked the elves once he made it over. He kept an eye on the reptile who had a few people around it. For some reason he didn't trust them.

Earl Greyfox
06-05-2010, 01:04 AM
A figure stood outside the tavern, sensing those inside. An odd group of people were gathered there; a mishmash of cultures and races. Red eyes flashed as she looked up at the name of the place...The Traveler's Tavern, eh? She was thirsty...not for water, though, and hungry, but not for food. She assumed they wouldn't have pouches of medical blood for sale at this tavern, and she knew in her current state, anything else would taste terrible and scald her mouth. Something needed to be done.

She turned her back on the door of the tavern and walked back out into the streets, disappearing in the crowd.

Several minutes later, the same woman in her long khaki trench coat was back at the door. This time she pushed it open and entered. Green eyes looked around carefully, her lightly lined face basically expressionless. She smelled the air; tasted it. Finally she moved to the old man sitting at a table. "Mind if I sit here, Grandfather?" she asked. Her voice was husky with a heavy Russian accent. The way she said "Grandfather" was full of respect, not joking or jeering.

Bia
06-06-2010, 04:56 AM
Atlanta walked along the cobblestone streets, clicking her heels against the stones, enjoying the nice twanging sound they made. She was wearing one of her typical outfits, one she stole from Earth. A silky white tank top, long blue jeans, and knee high black boots and of course, the gold falcon hung around her neck. Her hair was tied in a tight white ribbon that contrasted harshly with her thick black hair. Slung across her back was her signature quiver. Full of 10 cherry wood arrows with pure white feathers. The only arrows she used...so she knew who she killed.

Andy hummed a listless tune, that weaved in and out of various songs she knew from before. But as she approached the Tavern, she found herself humming along with the sweet fiddle music that spilled from it. She stopped herself as she realized this and pushed some stray bangs out of her face. And taking a deep breath she walked through the door, greeted by the warm feel of many bodies and the slight odor of plenty of old ale. And of course there was the slight twanging behind her right eye that signaled there was water nearby. But it was only slight, since the alcohol mostly covered up the water.

Andy looked around, pondering where to sit. She didn't really she anyone she recognized, she hadn't been here for a while. Andy tapped her foot one last time against the floor before choosing an empty seat in the corner, next to the fireplace. She blinked her yellow and blue eyes tired like and gazed into the fire, losing herself in its flickerings....

Stream
06-06-2010, 04:58 AM
How callous some people could be.

"I think you're mistaken - I'm no grandfather, or father for that matter. I'm not sure how you address your elders in Russia," he said, giving a crafty smile, "but where I'm from we start with names."

Before the woman could have answered, a young lady in a crusty brown apron arrived at the side of the table. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face looked like she was just about done working here.

"Can I get you something to drink, sir?" she asked dryly.

"Water," he replied.

The woman smiled and glanced at the Russian briefly before strutting back towards the bar, giving a coy smile at the musician deep into his serenade.

spirits breath
06-06-2010, 01:26 PM
Hryssar looked towards the cllosing door, the sudden sound of it closing seemed to pull his attention. A female walked into the bar, she had bright, shining yellow hair like that of the yellow feathers along his spine were to go a bit more solid and had the right amount of light and angle. Which in a way for his kind was considered attractive since it simbolizes power. Only the one flaw, she was of a different species than what Hryssar was.

His eyes followed her as she made her way to a small area by the small sun in the wall she was looking at. His body made an odd shrill screach that reverbatated him his throaght, a small bit of it escaped. She had white feathers on her arrows. White feathers that resembled feathers of his own kind. He slowely walked closer to the small gathering by the fire that seemed to be gathering attention by a few other people in the pub. Gentle steps forwards, left and then right. Accompanied by the quiet sliding sound of his tail againt the floor.

Soon reaching by where the one female was sitting, he moved his body up more, his legs pushing upwards as his body went from more horizontal to vetical. His head moved by the arrows, nudging them lightly with his nose to try and figure out what they were made out of. Sadly, he was unsure, the scent wasn't clear, and there were many beings with white feathers. Lowering himself to a normal angle, he pondered how to ask a question. His voice soon came up softly, like a curious child. "Where are feathers from? You called?"

Bia
06-06-2010, 03:14 PM
Andy was startled out of her "meditating" to a small nudging on her back. She turned around quickly, causing her long ponytail to smack her in the face. She grumbled in annoyance and pushed her black hair back to get a look at what was touching her.

It was a....ugh what was it? Andy could never pronounce the name, but she was sure she had seen them before...But in any case, it wasn't acting hostile and Andy relaxed as it moved back down and sat before her.

Where are feathers from? You called?

Andy assumed he meant "Where did you get your feathers? And what is your name?". The truth was, Andy got her feathers from all over the place. Pure white feathers were hard to come by and most of them she just either stumbled upon, bought, or were given. There were a few in her pack right now, waiting for her to make more arrows. Judging by this...aliens (for lack of a better word) appearance though, he was probably wondering if the feathers were from his kind. Andy didn't doubt that some of them were...but she didn't really want to get in a fight right now.

As she pondered what to do she stalled for time by answering his 2nd question first.

"My names Atlanta, but most people call me Andy." she adjusted her seat in the chair so she could have a better view and was rewarded with a fresh tingling behind her right eye. There must be some water within 2 feet of her. Her eyes fell to the small bulge on the aliens tail. Oh, that must be it. He was still looking at her expectantly though, so Andy carried on, being careful to be vague. "As far as my feathers go, I get them from here and there. Mostly I'll take any...as long as they're white..." she left the statement hanging, hoping she didn't offend. This alien had yellow feathers so hopefully he didn't get too upset.

spirits breath
06-06-2010, 04:51 PM
He looked at her, curious of her strange nature. Her eyes looked at his tail. sending an awquard tingle along his spine. What is she looking at? Is there something on my tail?
his head turned back quickly, head moving in sharp motions as he looked around. Nothing was out of the ordinary, just his own body.

He looked back at her, hearing what she said with her name, and the feathers. "At La Ta? Atlantt? Atlanta." He moved his body slightly, as his tail flicked tenatively against his leg. "I am Hyrssar." He closed his eyes in a gentle nod, his eyes opening to refocus onto the small golden eagle that seemed to be calling him in his own head.

He moved closer to Atlanta, moving closer to her face than anything. He thought carefuly, remembering that he had some reason on why he was here. Considering his options for himself, he spoke as intelligently as he could. "Feathers no problem. No use to put to waste." He gave a toothy grin. "Have you? You know, gone to mountains? Tis nice." He nudged at her arm, her muscle tone was surprisingly higher that what they looked like. "Hunt"

Mysteria
06-06-2010, 09:46 PM
"Aye, that it has. Now that the age of soldiering is coming to a close, with the orc hordes being hunted to extinction, politics await me..."

Branulf and politics? The very idea made Gilraen laugh out loud, her melodic voice tinkling through out the tavern as she did so. "Branulf I do not see you enjoying politics. Perhaps if any woman was ever enough to tame you I might be able to envision you with a queen, but I've no doubt she would indeed be a special one."

Branulf laughed then, the laugh that Gilraen had remembered oh so well. The truth was that she remembered many things about Branulf and was more than happy to be in his company again and her silver blue eyes conveyed that as she watched him while he spoke.

"And what about you, Gilraen? Did the forests no longer call you like they once did?"


Gilraens laughter rang out even louder as she replied "Branulf you know full well the forests, they always call to me." For just a moment a storm could be seen brewing in those brightly brilliant eyes of her as her eyes locked on his. Her voice took on a more serious tone then "But alas old friend, if I were to stay in the forest my journeys would not ever take me to see other times, other places and I would not be able" her hand slid across the table, brushing his lightly before she picked up her mead "I would not be able to run into old friends, if I should never leave the forest."

Gilraen looked around the tavern. She had seen the place filled before but never with such a wide range of people. As her eyes were sweeping the tavern she noticed the quiet one from the corner approaching them.

"Greetings, My name is Mike Zelli, mind if I sit and chat for a bit?"

Gilraen bowed her head in a respectful nod as her hand motioned for him to sit "Mike, it is nice to meet you and your company is welcomed here. I remember seeing you around before but I do not believe I've had the pleasure yet of being formally introduced." Gilraen took a drink of her mead as he sat then continued on "My name is Gilraen Culnámo, daughter of Dinendal of Avandale and this is my dear friend Branulf Brekkerson, of Rohan."

Gil raised her mug in a toast "To the meeting of old friends, and new." Gilraen took a long draw from her drink and gave two men time to say hello while she sat, quietly watching and noticing that there now appeared to be a musician in the place.

Yoruyonaka
06-06-2010, 09:48 PM
As Blair finished her Ale, she asked the barkeep for some water. Better to wash down alcohol with water, always did the job. She continued to observed the strange people entering the tavern. Now, she knew this to be magical, seeing as it's very essence summoned strange people and creatures. The thing itself was intriguing, and brought out her curiosity. Many of the people wore strange clothes. There were some of her time and others of what appeared different worlds.

"What strange people," Blair whispered sitting back in her chair. "Never 'ave I seen such folk."

She gazed at the lizard-like creature talking to the suit of armor. Her witch eyes could see no aura of any sort which was quite interesting. The talking cat was appearing to get a lot of attention as well. A rugged, handsome man then came in the tavern and walked up to the bar asking for whiskey with a strange accent. Listening carefully, Blair swore she heard the similar thrall of her people. Rising from her chair she walked over to the bar and stood next to the peculiar man.

"May I ask," Blair began bringing her blue eyes to the man, "what a man such as yerself has such an interestin' accent? I am Scottish meself, and it just be strange, wit yer attire and speech an' all."

MikeZZZ
06-06-2010, 10:22 PM
The lady motioned for him to sit, so he chose a seat acrossed from her, and next to the male. "Mike, it is nice to meet you and your company is welcomed here. I remember seeing you around before but I do not believe I've had the pleasure yet of being formally introduced." The lady took a drink as he pulled up a chair, then continued. "My name is Gilraen Culnámo, daughter of Dinendal of Avandale and this is my dear friend Branulf Brekkerson, of Rohan."

"Greetings to you as well, I can't say I've ever made it as far as Rohan, but I did spend some time in Avandale. It was a lovely place, while I was there." Mike said with a smile. "I hear alot about the fair folk from Rohan, great horsemen it is said, is it true?" Mike said jokingly to break the ice.

Before Branulf could answer, Gilraen interupted with a toast. "To the meeting of old friends, and new."

"Agreed." Mike said with a laugh, as he continued to chat with Branulf.

Heirosyth
06-07-2010, 12:26 AM
A roaring "FUCK YOU!" blasted into the entrance of the tavern as the disheveled mess of a man, oily, scraggly hair swinging to and fro about his face, stumbled ass backwards into the establishment colliding first with Branulf, who provided as much resistance as was necessary to send him careening into the gathered, seated patrons by the fire. If you had shot a man-sized pool ball into the tavern, the effect might have been much the same. Stumbling forward, arms swinging wildly around like cat's tail in mid-fall as it tries to right itself, Marco crashed into Andy, Konrad, and tumbled over Hryssar, to splash down with all the grace of a plummeting 747 straight across the table that some old man was sitting at. No less than half a dozen glasses and mugs dropped and shattered on the floor with alcoholic beverages of all varieties spilling out of them. At least a few patrons and one wench were not either quick enough, or lucky enough to evade the splattering liquids.

Somehow, amidst all of this, Marco was still clutching his bottle in his left hand, its base set firmly upon the tabletop that he was sprawled across now.

Two sets of heavy footsteps came tramping into the bar belonging to the feet and bodies of the establishment's bouncers. Upon hearing them, with a quickness reserved only for feline species, the drunken newcomer twisted onto his back, his glassy eyes wide with fury and more than a little liquor, and gesturing alternately with his raised bottle in his left hand and with his right hand, shaking his pointing index finger at them with fiery righteousness, he cried out, "Get the fuuuuuck away from me, you misssherable shuns-o-bitches! I PAID! FUCKING PAID MY TAB FOR THIS! THIS IS MINE! NO! YOU CAN'T DRAG ME OUT! NOOOO!!!"

They reached for his feet and legs and with firm, brawny grips, began pulling him off the table that he was now laying haphazardly across. He kicked at them wildly, connecting with one of their faces, to which he responded with a grunt of irritation and a solid punch to Marco's stomach.

That punch summarily set into motion a reflex driven by the diaphragm, which sent the mostly alcoholic contents of his stomach upwards at escape velocity and caused them to spew forth with all the majesty of a filthy geyser. More people now suffered the additional indignation of unidentified alcoholic substances splattering across their clothes, skin and faces.

But oh how he wrestled and fought! There was some untameable spirit in this man that burned with an believable amount of resistance to the imposition of "order" upon his existence! Up came that bottle in his left hand, smashing straight into the skull of the second bouncer, sending the big man reeling back, bringing his hands to his now bloody face in a gruff shout of surprise and pain, and the other, who was momentarily distracted by his comrade's plight, suffered a solid kick to his broad jaw that smashed his nose into a welling fountain of crimson. He too stumbled backwards into some patrons, while the unsinkable Marco fell onto the floor, scrabbling and scrambling like an escaped madman to get to his unsteady feet and back away from his aggressors, probably landing a few wayward, misplaced kicks to the scales of Hryssar and others along the way.

Unfortunately in his haste to get away from the bouncers, Marco, unaware of his immediate surroundings (quite obviously), landed his rear-end straight into the embrace of the flickering flames of the fireplace.

Oh what a bloodcurdling scream was heard then as he realized the miserable fate of his ass being roasted upon the fire. Leaping from the fireplace like a mad banshee, he rolled upon the floor, snuffing out the flames more in anguished agony than sensible prudence, and in so doing, knocked the first bouncer off balance, sending him careening straight back out of the tavern.

The second bouncer, recovering his wits upon the floor and wiping the blood from his face, saw Marco, who blinked with bleary half-crazed eyes back at those of the bouncer, before the latter lurched and pushed himself to his left, banging against another set of chairs and patrons. Angling himself upwards, his feet sloppily doing their damnedest to keep up, he pinballed his way between chairs, tables, patrons, stools, wenches, and finally launched his way straight over the bar, and grabbed the bartender named Krath by the scales of his neck with his right hand (for his left already had the recomposed bottle back in its grip), and with wild, pleading eyes, begged in desperation:

"PLEASSHE!! LET ME SHTAY! PLEASSHE! DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME AWAY!!!"

Already, the second bouncer was yanking on his right foot even as Marco fastened his grip on the bartender, pulling him with the clinging drunk with each tug that the bouncer gave.

Bia
06-07-2010, 02:08 AM
Atlanta smiled pleasantly, seems like this Hyrssar understood and wasn't gonna just randomly attack her or anything. He did get rather close though and Andy shifted again.

Hunt.

Oh, he assumed she was a hunter. Well...she was sort of a hunter. Like she didn't really hunt animals on a usual basis, only when she absolutely needed too. The arrows were more for protection. Well not protection...more like a weapon. She pondered how to explain this to Hyrssar when a pang sprung behind her electric blue eye. The barkeeper just brought out some fresh water she realized, watching a girl drink a glass of it.

She turned back to Hyrssar and said "I'm more of...a warrior..." she was about to elaborate but at that moment and loud boisterous noise sounded and the doors burst open. The scraggly man was pushed and came barreling straight toward her, pushing Hyrssar to the side and doing an ungraceful flip over her and her chair. Sputtering angrily she turned to chew him out, but 2 bouncers came over to grab him.

Andy watched in horror as the drunk proceeded to beat up the poor bouncers, throw up every where and still manage to keep a bottle of alcohol in his left hand. Atlantas shoes weren't spared the mass of trickling brandy and throw up, but before they could get too bad she lifted them from the floor, tucking them under her legs keeping all herself on the chair. She had just got herself situated, when this fool decides to fall into the fire, which happened to be right next to her. Sparks flew as his butt connected and Andy flinched, throwing her arms up to her face to protect them from the burning embers.

Finally he was dragged to the bar, and Andy felt a little safer. She put her arms back down and checked her hair for any glowing sparks before turning back to the drunk with a evil glare. That man deserved to be dragged out.

StormWolf
06-07-2010, 04:25 AM
Branulf eyed the new arrival that joined their table. Mike was what he called himself. He tensed as the man spoke to Gilraen in such a friendly and familiar fashion, but her soft hand over his calmed the Rohirrim greatly, and likely saved the man from a very uncomfortable fat lip. Branulf just took up his mug when Gilraen proposed a toast, clanking his mug with the other two in the air, taking a long draught from his tankard.

"I hear alot about the fair folk from Rohan, great horsemen it is said, is it true?" Mike inquired before the toast, and just now the words were sinking in to Branulf's head. The large man chuckled and quirked an eyebrow at the man.

"Aye, better riders than any other lout in this pub." he mused proudly before taking another sip of his stout ale.

---------------

Alexander took the Whisky that was served to him and downed the brown liquid in a single gulp, slamming the small glass back down. All the gunslinger had to do was tap the rim of the glass and it was full again, then it was emptied yet again a moment later. Alexander shook himself slightly, enjoying the buzz he got from the distilled drink.

He heard a female's voice call out to him, inquiring about his accent. The simple fact that it was a female's voice piqued the bandit's interest. He turned to see a fiery haired, buxom woman with stunning blue eyes. She had the same thick accent his parents had. He knew that drawl anywhere.

"Well, me ma and pa be from the Motherland, Scotland. I was born on the boat over to America. We lived in Tennessee when we landed, so I took some of their accent on as well as the one me parents had.

Yoruyonaka
06-07-2010, 05:32 AM
The strange man finally looked up from his whiskey to reply to Blair. His accent was quite bizarre. She had no knowledge of the places he said he was from.

"America? Tennessee?" Blair questioned. "That French, maybe Spanish?"

Her face got a little closer to his as she eyed his outfit. The man wore a leather hat that had a peculiar style she had never seen. A strange leather outer garment. The pants were made of an interesting material Blair wanted to ask a sample of. His boots had sharp metal on the heels. Is he going to heel someone to death, she thought.

"'fore I keep questionin' ya, let me introduce myself," Blair said with a smile. "My name is Blair Rowanne. I am the daughter o' Marcus and Esther Rowanne. Be a pleasure ta meet'cha."

She presented her hand out to the rough looking man allowing her shoulder strap to her dress to fall a bit. Blair wished she wouldn't let her curiosity take over, but this time she didn't fight it. The problem that just appeared though, was a drunken man who crashed in the tavern, puked all over the place, and still held a bottle of what appeared to be alcohol. He was then attacked by two large men who he fought vigorously then fell into the fireplace burning his bottom. The men continued to pull the poor man even as he held onto the barkeep trying to stay in the tavern.

Annoyed by this, Blair flicked her hand in their direction and a gust of wind knocked the two larger men off the drunk one. They landed outside very confused. Whispering a few words howls could be heard and the two men ran for their lives as wolves began chasing them. Returning her gaze to the man she was talking to, she smiled as though nothing had just happened.

MikeZZZ
06-07-2010, 10:49 AM
"Aye, better riders than any other lout in this pub." Branwulf said as he took a sip of his drink.

Mike saw Branwulf tense as he was talking to Gilraen, and noticed Gilrean put her hand on his to restrain him. He laughed good naturedly as he noticed the Rohirrim flag on Branwulf's collar. "So it is true that the Rohirrim exist, good, I thought they had died after the orc's were killed. The best horsemen you say, we shall have to test that sometime." Mike said jokingly, "If I can ever get out of this Tavern that is." He laughed aloud at the thought of leaving. His thoughts inevitably turned to the time he had spent in middle earth, and the good laughs he had at Avendale. "Aye, Avendale was fun, lots of trouble I use to cause there. Do they still talk about the time the fire illusion made the head elf run in fear?" Mike laughed and went back to musing as he waited for a response.

Just then a drunk stumbled into the room, after landing in the fire, he got up and started badgering the bartender about staying. Then when bouncers tried to throw him out, wolves appeared and chased the bouncers away. Mike watched all this happen with a detached look, however he saw many people throw disgusted looks at the drunk. He couldn't help but feel sorry for whoever the drunk was, but he was carefull to hide his feelings. He loved the characters that showed up in the tavern, but it wouldn't do to let them know it.

spirits breath
06-07-2010, 06:55 PM
Kindly listening to Atlanta, Hryssar was sort of at peace. Her mesmerizing pendant seemed to calm him from his earlier experience. A sudden shift in perspective turned to the worse as a stange man shoved him hard. His body quickly hitting the hard edge of a chair of another table on his bad leg above the rest. A pained squeel burst out suddenly. He tried to rise to his feet, only to stumble back onto his chin with a loud thud in his head. He tried again, only to cause him self and his leg even more pain.

The man got closer to the fire, embers showering out behind him onto Hryssar's side. They were brushed off with a flick of his tail, leaving parts of his grey skin exposed to the air. Vomit luckily on the otherhand narrowly missed him. Making the air smell utterly horrible.

He scuttled across the ground, rising again, only to fall further away from the vomit and onto his pained leg once again. He stopped trying to get up, letting his leg throb in the current amount of pain rather than in even more. His chin felt as if it swelled up a bit, and his arms were banged up a bit.

Hryssar lied on the ground, tail tucked between his legs at the very tip, and his pained leg was stuck under his body. His eyes moved rapidly, not wanting to be stepped on. His tongue hung out of his mouth. Soon, he found his head touching the ground, his body resting on his right side, tail extending out. His eyes closed. Gentle movements of his chest would alternate with the bouncing form of breething, letting out a soft hiss in pain. He decided he would have to let the pain pass before he could attempt to get up on his own once again.

Stream
06-08-2010, 04:41 AM
People are stupid and gullible by their very nature; gullible for buying into altruism, and stupid for believing people like Marion when they're deceiving them into believing they're actually making a difference in someone's life. Marion's a walking billboard advertising the virtues of selfishness over selflessness.

All of his possessions, wealth, and fortunes were all gained through the dishonest dealings he dabbled in. At any given time Marion could be wearing the finest threads available, based on who he was working over at the time. No, for a place like Uniontown, a poncho, old worn out jeans, and tennis shoes were just fine.

And for a place like the Traveler's Tavern, where it was customary to endanger working men's lives by witch's spell and accepting patrons spewing their stomach contents onto unsuspecting guests, maybe he should've just shown up wearing hand-me-downs and trash bag shoes. By the sound of things inside, it seemed pleasant. A mellow tune played throughout the building, barely over the sounds of conversation.

Looking inside, was a totally different matter. Scaly monsters, gargantuan flesh bags, and an apparent apparition of ink. Pleasant. At least it had an open bar.

Shuffling between the standing patrons like water seeping through cracks in concrete, and making sure to avoid and stray vomit and broken glass along the way, he was met without service. Annoyed, he took to tap his fingers in rhythm on the polished wood countertop, glaring coldly at anyone who looked like there worked here. Seeing no luck in this, he took to a new tactic.

"Can someone get me a fucking drink! I've been waiting at least ten goddamn minutes now. Fucking pitiful."

Anne Bonny
06-08-2010, 10:29 PM
There was no ignoring the drunk who screamed obsceneties as he stumbled into the tavern. Or at least Winter thought so. A few of the other patrons seemed to think nothing of the transiant's presence, which made the girl briefly question again what sort of place she had wandered into.

She watched the man with mild amusement as he crashed into customers and furnature. But what was entertaining quickly turned into something disgusting, and finally quite annoying as he continued to howl and evade the bouncers' grasp. After watching the ridiculous fight for several seconds, the girl found herself wishing they would just get on with their arrest so the rest of the patrons could continue their pleasant evening.

No such luck, however. Just as she was turning her back to the roucous display, the transiant lurched toward the bar. Winter let out a yelp and sprang from her seat just as the man came barrelling through, reaching for the bartender and begging for help. Her wine sloshed in her glass as she jumped out of the way, and a few drops escaped and splashed onto the bar.

A sudden fit of anger seized the girl, but before she could express her severe displeasure at being uprooted (and more importantly, having her drink spilled), Winter heard the annoying sound of fingers drumming on the bar. She turned to find that yet another newcomer had slipped in behind her. At least this one didn't smell like he had been sleeping in a gutter, although his sense of fashion was needed work.

"Can someone get me a fucking drink! I've been waiting at least ten goddamn minutes now. Fucking pitiful."

As did his manners, Winter thought with a frown. In truth, she felt a stab of pity for the man. Her father had always said that course language was a sign of low education. It was no wonder he looked a bit shabby around the edges. But still, she had no desire to listen to him curse, and her patience was already running thin.

She turned her attention back to her wine glass for a moment, using a napkin to dab a few drops from the glass. "The bartender seems nice enough to me," Winter said coldly as she glanced back up at the man. "Maybe if you're a little patient you'll get some service. He does seem to have his hands full with that one," she finished, indicating the filthy man clinging to Krath.

Housemaster
06-08-2010, 11:14 PM
The streets of Uniontown were calm considering the verity of visitors and travelers wondering amongst the streets. As time passed, the town welcomed another newcomer to its streets, heading down to the Travelers Tavern down the road. Regardless of how different or bizarre the visitor was, the streets remained open, and welcomed them into the town.

One such a visitor stumbled upon the streets, head waving around in a dazed stupor. The newcomer was wearing a bright pink fur coat, underneath were tight black jumpsuit that split off in a “V” formation exposing a great deal of his boney chest. His shoes were high platform gold, and his hands contained many rings. His sunglasses hid his bloodshot eyes, and his shaky hands brushed his buzzed head.

“Where the fuck am I?” he graciously blurted, stumbling further down the street.

“I know none o’ this! Where the ‘ell is Tony?” The newcomer twirled around, gathering all of his surroundings. The newcomer was Mick Silver, a Rock Legend who just so happened to find himself in Uniontown.

A passerby saw Mick walk around like a lost pup, and in his kindness decided to ask if Mick needed any help.

“Hello sir… are you lost or som-“

“OIE PISS OFF!” Mick yelled as he whipped out a 6mm Revolver and pointed it at the kind stranger’s face.

The stranger was frozen with shock and fear, “S…si..I mean no disrespe..ct-“

“Go on! Piss off! Jog on! Fuck off!” Mick waved his handgun casually around the stranger’s face, who quickly ran away frightened for his life. Mick coughed, “Bloody tourist shopper… Probably wanted my wallet!”

Mick, now more confident in his presence in Uniontown, began strutting down the cobblestone road. After a few seconds, a quick thought flew through his mind. “Perhaps I shoulda asked that bloke where the ‘ell I was! I knew expirimentin’ with my mate’s drug tin was a bad idea!”

The rocker continued down the road, and heard some music playing in a building. Mick took a glance at the sign hanging on the building.

“The… Tee tee tee?” Mick leaned forward and tilted his glasses forward to get a better view, “TTT… Is this a Titty bar?”

With a renewed grin on his face, the glam-rocker zipped to the entrance and barged in the door.

“MMmmmm, goodevening!” he sneered as he made his grand entrance.

Without warning he whipped out his revolver once again, casually waving it around as if it were a non-threat, “Anyone gotta smoke? I misplaced my own… tis a shame innit!”

Earl Greyfox
06-09-2010, 12:37 AM
"Pardon me then, sir," she said. She sat down, looking around at the goings on of the Tavern. What attracted her interest the most was the creature that seemed to be made out of darkness. She knew of only one man who appeared like that, and he was like her, in some respects. Very different from her in others...

"My name is Zasha...Zasha Levkov," she said to the the old man. "What's yours? I assume your words were an invitation to ask..." she said. "Please pardon my rudeness if I am incorrect."

Mysteria
06-09-2010, 01:07 AM
Gilraen watched all of the goings on happening in the tavern. One thing that she could say for certain was that the tavern had definitely changed since the last time that she had been here. The arrival of the drunkard had seemingly caught everyone's attention as well as the other less than civil mans entrance. She had to chuckle when the little miss fancy pants spoke her mind to him. The girl seemed out of place but oh how Gilraen loved her spunk.


"Aye, Avendale was fun, lots of trouble I use to cause there. Do they still talk about the time the fire illusion made the head elf run in fear?" Gil laughed lightly as she responded "That they do sir!"

As she listened to the exchange between Branulf and Mike she found herself kicking Branulf under the table as she shot him a glance his way. Mike was just trying to be nice and from what little she knew of him he had always been the quiet one who never bothered anyone. It would not hurt Branulf to indulge the man for a bit, there would be plenty of time for Gil and Branulf to catch up later.

An uneasy feeling swept over Gilraen, her eyes beginning to glow lightly as they scanned the room. Danger, she sensed danger within a close proximity but where. Within seconds the answer came as the newest arrival came in, waving a gun in the air. Gil cringed at the sight. That probably was not the best thing that the stranger could have done considering the various weaponry and different types of magic that were now present in the tavern and for the new comers sake, she hoped no one would act to fast at the sight of the gun being waved around haphazardly.

Gil turned back to the two gentlemen she was sitting with, smiling politely as she excused herself to go get another mead. Hers was now half empty and by the time she reached the bar she was certain it would be completely empty. Suddenly she was feeling like she may well need a refill, and damned fast.

Housemaster
06-09-2010, 01:49 AM
“No one eh?” Mick cocked his head around, giving a dangerous grin to all the patrons.

“Oie, you there, you gotta smoke?” Mick poked a stranger with his gun, making the patron jump with surprise at the weapon.

Changing his direction, Mick strode further into the bar. “Honestly? No one has a pack of cigs on ‘em? A sad story if I ever heard one, what kind of establishment are we runnin ‘ere?”

It was probably for the best Mick had his sunnies covering his eyes, because people would see that he’s truly bat-shit insane, crazy man whose currently waving a firearm in the air.

“Oh, wait… nevermind!” the rocker reached in his pocket. “Forgot I had me own! What an honest mistake!”

Pretending to be embarrassed Mick popped a smoke from his pack and flipping it in his mouth. He then strangely held the pistol up to his mouth and pulled the trigger. No bullet came, instead, at the end of the gun barrel, a small flame lit the cigarette. The gun was fake, it was a lighter…

“OIE!” he yelled after putting away his lighter, “Anyone work ‘ere? I need a drink!” he plopped on a nearby table, taking the seat that previously belonged to Gilraen, “Evenin’ gents!” he leaned towards Branulf and Mike, “Seen any suitable female talent within these walls?”

Stream
06-09-2010, 06:27 AM
Co-Op with Anne


"The bartender seems nice enough to me," Winter said coldly as she glanced back up at the man. "Maybe if you're a little patient you'll get some service. He does seem to have his hands full with that one."

For a moment Marion merely stared, pondering the woman's stupidity. She didn't have a reason to defend terrible service, the idiot was merely acting as a white knight would, coming to the helpless' rescue.

"Thanks, Dame, I'm sure that idiot sure appreciates you sticking up for him," he hissed back, "why don't you go enjoy your wine over there?" Marion finished, towards the entrance.

Winter's jaw dropped. Did he really just say that to her? To her?

"I'm comfortable here, thank you," she hissed after composing herself. "If you're the one who has a problem with the service, why don't you leave?"

"Really? Your expression just told me I'm not making you very comfortable," he smirked, "and I'm more than comfortable here, saving young sheep like you from a damned eternity of living your life for another."

A young looking barmaid walked by at that moment, shooting a cold look at Marion. He merely laughed at her.

"Bourbon."

Winter let out a short laugh. "I'm not a sheep, and I'm certainly not living my life for anyone but myself," she said.

Marion replied with a devious smile. "Then why are you so quick to defend a bartender you barely even know," he said, the barmaid setting a shot of bourbon next to him.

"See that guy right there? That's my kind of guy," he said, pointing over to the insane Brit, "doesn't give a fuck about anybody. More importantly, has a light."

Marion pulls a cigarette out from under his poncho placing it in his lips.

"Mind if I get a light, buddy?" he yelled at the man.

Winter glared at the stranger. *"You can't be serious. *Your kind of guy? *He's a raving lunatic!! *And don't invite him over here!" *She reached out and snatched the cigarette right out of the other man's mouth. *"Smoking is a disgusting habit anyway."

"There you go again, white knighting for now reason," he laughed.

Without warning Marion slapped the wine glass out of the woman's hand, sending the red contents scattered about the floor.

"Drinking's bad for you."

She slowly crossed her legs and stared at the man through narrowed eyes. *What nerve he had! *"Buy me a new glass," Winter snarled.

He smirked and downed his shot of bourbon, snapping his fingers at the barmaid for another.

"And with a mixer this time."

Once again he deviously smiled at the woman.

"My name's Jack. What's yours?"

She hesitated, debating for a moment whether he deserved to know. *But this night had been odd enough anyway, she finally concluded, so why not? *"Winter," she finally said. *"And I still don't have anything to drink."

"Winter. What a weird name, your parents must've hated you," he said sarcastically, another drink being placed in front of him, "order another. I'm not a bartender, don't ask me. And don't think I'm going to buy you another one, either," he exclaimed, snatching the cigarette away from her.

Winter turned to the barmaid and flashed her a smile. *"I was drinking wine. *On his tab," said said, tilting her head toward 'Jack."

He returned the smile to her, surprised at how feisty she was.

"Funny, because I didn't plan on paying," he took a sip of his drink.

She had to laugh at that one. "Somehow, I'm not surprised."

"And somehow I'm not surprised that you'd try to drink on someone else's tab," he said, mimicking her tilted head mockingly, "you were spoiled as a child, weren't you?"

"I deserved every minute of it," Winter replied with a smile. *She took a sip of wine and turned back to him. *"Alright, and what about you? *What kind of upbringing does one have to have be possess you to wear a poncho in public?"

"An awesome one," he smirked.

"Of course," she replied, sarcastically.

"Just like someone like you, to say you deserve to be spoiled."

Winter was appalled. *"Someone like me? *You don't even know me!"

"You're a spoiled bitch who enjoys judging others despite the incapability to properly judge herself. I hate people like you."

It was all she could do to keep from slapping the man across the face. *"The feeling is mutual," she replied through gritted teeth. *

"See? You're bad at judging. I could very well be your salvation from an eternity of bitch-dom," he laughed, "it's also a bit ironic you hate me, when you probably dated assholes like me to piss off mommy and daddy."

"I would never date anyone like you!" she growled back. *"And my salvation? *Really? *What could you possibly do for me?"

He couldn't help but bust out laughing. "You've dated plenty of assholes like me. The difference is, this one can change an entire lifetime of bad habits. Number one," he said, slapping the second wine glass out of her hand, "life's not fair, get used to it. And drinking wine makes you look like such a fucking diva."

Winter rubbed her temples in frustration. *Why was she wasting her time even talking to this one, she wondered? *"Then what do you suggest I drink?"

"Poison."

"My patience has run out. *Get away from me."

"Why don't you leave? This entire time you've stayed here, talking to me. Why is that?"

"Because you're the one who came over here and stood next to me!" she snapped. *"I was perfectly comfortable until you came over. *Why should I have to leave?"

"Because I thought you don't like me, and you wanted to be away from me."

Her eyes narrowed. *"Exactly. *But you don't care much for me either, yet you're still here."

"Nah, I care about you. I'm a shepherd, trying to gather his flock. You're one of the sheep I'm trying to lead back to the right path."

"And what's the right path then?" Winter asked, exasperated. *"You sound like a missionary!"

"I am, in the way. The right path is my path; a path of selfishness and self-fulfillment. You're halfway there, we just need to stop you from being a spoiled brat. Try this," he said, sliding her his drink.

"Fucking pixie dust. Just drink, you prude."

She eyed the glass. *Alcohol would kill any germs he might be passing on, wouldn't it? *She took a drink and swallowed it hard, doing her best not to wince. *"That's... a bit stronger."

"It's called liquor, darling," he said, taking a sip himself, "what would you do if I told you that I laced that drink with drugs?"

"You what?" she cried. *"With what?"

"I didn't, with nothing. Typical prude reaction," he shook his head at her, taking another sip.

He scanned the rest of the bar, seeing plenty of other sheep he could shepherd home.

"Well how do you expect any sane person to react to a comment like that?"

"A sane person, is not the right person to answer," he smirked.

"Are there any right answers with you?" Winter leaned forward on the bar, looking around for the serving girl again.

"Not from someone like you, no."

She sighed and shook her head, but finally caught the barmaid's eye. *"I'll have..." Winter trailed off and glanced back at 'Jack.' *Why waste another wine glass? *"Well, I'll have what he's drinking."

"And now you start on a long and arduous quest of earning your wings," He finished his drink, stepping away from the counter. "This has been a time-and-a-fucking half, but I've got better things to do. Like get blasted with a total, insane stranger."

Smiling at Winter and walking away, he couldn't help but feel a bit accomplished. She'll be drinking hard liquor, and by the end of the night she'll be butter.

"Evening, gents!" he exclaimed, pulling a chair away from an adjacent table to take a seat next to the Brit, "my name's Adam. What say we play ourselves a little game?"

Housemaster
06-09-2010, 02:06 PM
Before either men he was sitting with answered his obnoxious question, Mick’s attention was brought somewhere else. Someone was in trouble, desperate trouble, horrible trouble according to Mick. The poor man had a cig, but no light to ignite his little soldier of death.

“Well, it seems I’v been called elsewhere. Peace the fuck out!” The rocker stood upwards and gave an elaborate bow before walking towards Marion and Winter.

“Ello!” Mick interjected, “Where the fuck were you when I ‘asked for a cig! You wonderful git you!” Mick suddenly slanted his view to the side at Winter, the young girl Marion was having a chat with.

Mick stood there for a good while, watching Marion and Winter exchange insults, finding the discourse to be very entertaining. Figuring he was more then occupied, Mick returned to the table with his previous strangers.

He leaned in as if he had an important secret to tell, “I think they fancy eachother…” he whispered… loudly.

A few moments later, a chair appeared beside him and Marion took a seat at the table, delivering a strange one-liner with a British accent.

Mick whipped out his revolver lighter and aimed it at Marion’s head, “I swear to God I’ll shoot you right ‘ere!” he hissed.

Within a few seconds, Mick’s expression changed to a cheery one, “Just jokin’ mate… or am I?” He cocked an eyebrow as he aimed his revolver to the cig in front of Marion’s cigarette. He pulled the trigger to start the lighter.


*BANG*

A bullet shot upwards and pierced the wooden ceiling above, sending small pieced of chipped wood falling down on other people. Mick pulled his gun back and looked at it with a curious look on his face.

“Hmm… sorry ‘bout that.” Mick said as he pocketed his gun, “I forgot I had myself a real one of ‘em… now where is that bugger…” The rocker was digging his jacket pockets searching for his lighter.

“Ah, here it is!” Mick pulled out his lighter and flicked it on a few times to make sure it was indeed his lighter. The flame flicked on and off, “Yup, lucky I missed your smoke then eh?” Mick grinned and lit Marion’s cigarette.

“Right then…” the rocker leaned back on his chair, “You said something about a game… Adam.” He gave Marion a small wink, wondering if Adam was in fact his real name since he heard him introduce himself as ‘Jack’ to the young lady at the bar.

Bia
06-09-2010, 04:10 PM
After it had calmed down...somewhat...Andy slowly got out of the chair, still grumbling to herself about her patent leather boots. She looked around for Hyrssar...he was laying on the ground!

She hurried over to him, and tried to find a clear spot before bending down to his level

"Oh my gosh, are you okay? Where did you get hit?"

She started checking around for flesh wounds but just then a loud gunshot echoed through the tavern. Atlanta's yellow eye flashed and she turned sharply, her hand automatically going to the bow slung across her back.

It was only after she was in full defensive position, and 5 more seconds that she discerned there was no measurable threat and turned around cautiously to care for Hyrssar

MikeZZZ
06-09-2010, 08:47 PM
Mike turned to Branwulf first, "Shall we?" he asked with a slight nod towards the newcomer. Then the punk fired his gun, and that was the last straw. Not waiting for a response he turned to the lady first. "Honey, you might want to leave and quick this is gonna get ugly fast." Mike slowly turned and picked up his cane. He stood up and finished the turn facing the newcomer.

"Listen bud, who invited you here? I'm not trying to be rude, but you are a disgusting twit, and if you don't leave right now.......well use your imagination." Mike said to the man that rudely sat down at his table. As a vet of god knows how many fights, Mike had no reservations about civilian casualties, and he didn't mind hurting people who needed it. "I'll give you till the count of ten 'mate' and well thats all you get." "1.....2.....3.....4...." Mike began to count slowly.

Housemaster
06-09-2010, 09:06 PM
Flipping the lighter back in his jacket pocket, the two strangers Mick chose to sit with suddenly spoke up. Apparently they were unpleased with Mick’s recent and reckless actions. Regardless, the rocker was very uninterested in Mike’s sudden interest in being a cowboy.

“Listen bud, who invited you here? I’m not trying to be rude, but you are a disgusting twit, and if you don’t leave right now….. well use your imagination.”

Mick eased his head towards Mike, who obviously did not enjoy his company, “Tis a public tavern mate… you’re acting like some poor sod who hasn’t had a fix in while!” He leaned back to Marion, “Scary ain’t he!”

The 50 year old man then began to count, from what Mick heard, apparently “ten” was the limit until action would take place.

“Ahh, the good ol’ counting threat. Good shit innit!” The rocker took another puff of his cigarette and ignored Mike’s threats.

MikeZZZ
06-09-2010, 09:24 PM
"5.....6......7......8.....9......10!!" Mike screamed the last number as he quickly pulled out his sword and put it to the punks neck.....the other part of his cane landed on the guys hand.
"I highly recomend you leave now. Nice and slow, don't reach for that gun, I've killed younger punks than you before." Mike waited for him to stand up, praying that he would comply, he didn't want any more blood on his hands than he already did. "Oh, and I was fighting in wars back when you were still in diapers, so since you won't respect that, I want 12 silver for the lady here, You did spill her drink after all." Mike said a little quieter.

Housemaster
06-09-2010, 09:54 PM
The old man suddenly went ape-shit, which greatly amused Mick to no end. A sword was drawn and pointed at the rocker’s neck and Mike attempted to slam his cane onto his hand, but rockers know that the hand is the quickest part of their bodies… apart from their head. Mickey simply shifted his hand, making the cane land firmly on the table instead of potentially breaking his bones, or one of his rings.

Then the old man went on, spealing about how he was in the war and that that he killed younger men then Mick. The rocker’s eyes dazzled with curiosity, a strange choice given the situation. Then the old man asked the rocker to cough up 12 silver because apparently Mickey made a young lady spill her drink. Firstly, Mickey had no bloody clue as to how many quid 12 silver was, and secondly, Mickey never made anyone spill their drink… not to his knowledge.

Regardless, this old man had it in for the rocker. Probably has father-son issues of the sort concluded Mick. Never the less, this old man was very agitated.

“You were in wars eh?” Mick had a wicked grin on his face. “Hmmm yes! I can see it now! I can picture you perfectly with a coupla’ S’s on your collar and a stark Goose in your step!” The rocker looked around, “I reckon you could run a lovely gas chamber!”

MikeZZZ
06-09-2010, 10:02 PM
"You little SOB, if You ever accuse me of that again, I'll just kill you right now." "STAND NOW!!!" Mike ordered, making the sword press harder against the punks neck. "We are taking a long walk off a short pier. Oh, and by the way, You might not have spilled any drinks, but how about just coughing up 20 coins of whatever currency you use."

Housemaster
06-09-2010, 10:18 PM
As expected, Mike did not take well to the rocker’s comments. In the old man’s rage, he ordered Mick to stand up while pressing the blade closer to his neck. This isn’t what confused Mick, what confused Mick is that the old man suddenly said “you might not have spilled any drinks, but how about coughing up 20 coins of whatever currency you use”

The rocker remained seated, “Oh what jolly fun!” he laughed, “Here we have the noble veteran hero, off to save a young lady whose drink has been daftly spilled in a Tavern! Heavens no! That never ‘appens!” his sarcasm was strongly apparent, “Only to find that the one he accused was innocent, and now you’re trying to rob me. Did they teach you that in the Hitlerjugend?”

TheDashingRogue
06-09-2010, 10:19 PM
Varn had been watching the altercation for some time now, intrigued by all that had happened. However the recent turn of events had proven to be more than just a little banterous with the includsion of a sword. He walked over to the pair, not entirely certain of what a "goose in your step" entailed, or what a "gas chamber" was, but it certainly set the older man off.

The confrontation continued, with raised voices and further threats. Pushing his way past tables and chairs, Varn reached the table and stood cross armed. He raised an arm "I hope I'm not interrupting anything gentlemen. I'm sure we're all reasonable adults here, so perhaps you two can talk this over?" Not a huge fan of violence, and less so being forced out of the bar whilst the local law enforcement inspected the scene of a murder, Varn severely hoped nothing too bloody would happen.

Stream
06-09-2010, 10:20 PM
Marion merely watched as the pair exchanged threats and insults, taking slow drags off of his cigarette to maintain a low profile. If the near fatal gunshot wasn't enough, a mad old man waving a sword in his face would surely cause some tension.

Though, considering it was a stranger, here merely slid back next to Winter, taking a long gulp from his drink.

"There you have it, a typical white knight! Coming to protect his fair damsel, threatening the life of a man over a poor accusation on his behalf!" He yelled and laugh, "Maybe next he'll whisk you away in one arm and go pound another fifty tankards of ale and finally pass out!"

spirits breath
06-10-2010, 12:01 AM
A soft voice cooed Hryssar to open his eyes lightly, apparently he wasn't going to be able to just sleep the pain off like he would have. He spoke softly, almost weakly. "I live. Right side hurtss." He made an indication that he was lying on his right as he tried to move his leg from under him.

He touch has however felt very foreign to him. Partially due to the fact the touch was soft and didn't end in pointed claws like his race had. As she moved her hands about his body, he felt a strange feeling of security.

Though when she suddenly reached for her bow, he couldn't help but have his heart race in fear. It was mainly due from his position of vulnerability and that she was a warrior and killed after all, which means that she was in an easy position to kill him.

As she bent back down, scanning his body once again, his head dropped back down. "Mind helping me turn over? May help you find it." He lifted his head up again as he strained to keep an eye on her movements. Still uneasy about what was happening around him and his condition. Though he had to trust her since he could only lie there helplessly as he was stuck without being able to do much more than a child he had thankfuly not given birth to yet. But never able to get a mate. Gradually his thoughts went into thinking all that he would not be able to of experienced if he would have died in the tavern, or was unable to walk much at all.

MikeZZZ
06-10-2010, 12:14 AM
The rocker remained seated, “Oh what jolly fun!” he laughed, “Here we have the noble veteran hero, off to save a young lady whose drink has been daftly spilled in a Tavern! Heavens no! That never ‘appens!” his sarcasm was strongly apparent, “Only to find that the one he accused was innocent, and now you’re trying to rob me. Did they teach you that in the Hitlerjugend?”




"I hope I'm not interrupting anything gentlemen. I'm sure we're all reasonable adults here, so perhaps you two can talk this over?"


Faceing the newcomer, mike took a quick look for visible weapons, then his words hit mike. "Your right good Sir, we are adults here....at least one of us is." He turned and faced the rocker. "Ok, listen carefully, I'm sorry for accusing you, but seriously please just leave me alone, you are being quite rude. Here take some coins and leave." Pushing about an ounce of gold into the man's hand, Mike gently put his sword away. As furious as he was at the accusations, he didn't want any trouble.

"Branwulf, sorry I lost my temper, but I'll talk with you later. You know where to find me. Mike promptly walked to the bar, and grabbed a beer, he then walked to his corner table and grabbed a seat. Sipping his drink quietly, Mike kicked himself for being stupid and loud about it. He would never live this down. He especially didn't like being called all those names and having to back down. 'Still' he thought, 'at least I was the bigger man.' He started to sip his drink then stopped and just stared at it, lost in thought.

Lord Tully
06-10-2010, 03:50 AM
Dar Jee was let off of his guard duty and made the decision to enter the Travelers Tavern. He placed his spear on his shoulder and slunk towards the door passing in front of a few windows along the way. When he reached the door he slowly opened it all the way and stood there for a few seconds to give everyone time to react to his presence, most people freak a little when they meet their first Argonian and Dar Jee was in full armor with a spear in his hand.

After a few seconds Dar Jee leaned his spear up against a coat rack and made his way towards the bar "What kinds of wine do you sell?" He asked when he took a seat.

Anne Bonny
06-10-2010, 06:10 AM
"You again?" Winter cried when she heard Marion's voice at her side. She had just started to relax again. She had just been trying to shake off his comments from earlier. She was just starting to enjoy this ridiculously strong drink that she had ordered.

To say the Traveler's Tavern was raucous would have certainly been an understatement. A wild shot from the rock star's had made her think twice about even sticking around. But the decision was quickly cast aside when one of the patrons approached the offender's table, looking for a fight. Winter had rolled her blue eyes and turned back to the bar. What was it with men and the incessant need to come to blows over any disagreement anyway?

But before she knew it, that mocking voice was back at her side, speaking about God knows what. A white knight coming to her rescue? Now that, Winter mused, was something she could use right about now.

"What's wrong?" she finally interjected, not even bothering to look at her constant companion. "Did it get too scary over there? Did those other boys not let you play with them?"

Heirosyth
06-10-2010, 11:34 PM
The place sounded like a wildlife preserve for a moment as a howling wind was followed by howling wolves who happily chased out the two bouncers like a couple of stags. Gravity took its turn on Marco's legs and he slumped to the floor, pulling ole Krath half way over the counter with him, spikeys and scales and all. Looking up at the half-bewildered lizard bartender, Marco blinked through bleary, blood-shot eyes once, then twice, and finally upon the third blinking he noted that a playing card was sticking out of the bartenders garb.

"Hm," thought he, and plucked it straight forthwith from Krath and held it upside down in the light, narrowing his eyes with undue scrutiny. Then he turned it the other way and studied it again for a long moment.

Suddenly his eyes went wide with recognition and he proclaimed "ACE OF HEARTS! HA! HAHA! HAHAHA!" Staggering to his feet, his flailing arm reached out for anything to latch onto, finding something soon enough that was strong, smooth, and agreeable.

It was Khara's right thigh. Gripping on, he hoisted himself up, realizing only as his left hand now landed upon her right breast, groping it blindly as a blind-man would, that what he was holding onto was hardly a piece of furniture or inanimate object. Gasping with alcoholic fumes venting from his lips, he smiled stupidly wide, baring most of his stained teeth, and then pressed the Ace of Hearts to her chest, smirking in an exaggerated manner and inadvertantly knocking the kitten off his chair and straight onto the floor. Hardly noticing this, he pulled himself nearly upright, pawing all over Khara as he was, and steadying himself, he put his finger on the card, pressing it between her breasts, and leaned in, whispering in a way that could be heard by at least half a dozen nearby patrons, "Ssshhhhoulda bin tha Ace of CUPS! HAH HAH!"

With that, he raised both of his hands, bottle in one, and laughed even more boisterously, as if his little remark warranted that much attention. Turning his gaze back to Khara, he slurred into a complimentary "God... you're good looking...." tracing over her face with a lingering, wayward finger before starting, wide-eyed again, and pointed to Varn.

"HOLY SHHHIT! ISH THAT LIKE A MUSHEAM REP.... REP-LI-CA?!" He stumbled past Khara, swaying into her and nearly knocking her off her chair to lurch forward and poke the suit of armor in the breastplate.

Poke. Poke. He studied it with a sudden intensity, before whirling around, as though the realization hit him with a dizzying impact (really this was simply a spontaneous reaction to the gunshot) before inquiring in a raised voice laden with his alcoholic stupor, "Where did that gust of wind come from?!" He stood there for a moment, looking about, swaying precariously back and forth with all the temerity of a grandfather clock pendulum, before making his next inquiry of his captive audience: "Well?! Do wolvesssh live under the tables here?!"

Mysteria
06-11-2010, 01:19 AM
Not only had Khara been keeping an eye on the now what appeared to be slumbering kitten she had also been watching everything going on around her. Oh yeah, the tavern held a lively lot this night and she was rather amused at everything happening around her that is until Marco somehow not only managed to fall but also managed to fall on her.

When the drunkard fell on her and gripped her thigh she tensed. Either he was too drunk to realize what he was doing or just plain stupid but either way when his hands fell to her breasts not only did Khara spring to action, but so did her faithful companion Midnite. Her hand slid to her waist removing a dagger fully ready to use it. His telling her that she was good looking did little to sway her from wanting to push that blade against his throat. His fingers tracing her features made her skin crawl but before she had a chance to reprimand him he turned away to accost his next victim, this time almost falling into her lap before steadying himself and poking the suit of armor, for lack of better term.

However, within seconds he was spinning back around dizzily this time to be met by the deep growl of Midnite advancing towards him. The threat from Khara's blade was nothing compared to the threat that Midnite now imposed upon the man. Steadying her voice Khara spoke one word as her hand reached down to pat the normally gentle giants head. "Stay." With that word Midnite maintained his focus on the drunk but quieted his voice. With another pat of Khara's hand he returned back to the table she had been sitting at while she pushed past the drunk stopping momentarily and leaning close to him whispering "Not just wolves, but panthers and you should consider yourself lucky mister, that he did not rip your throat out for laying your hands on me, and that you did not taste the steel of my dagger."

With that Khara returned the blade to it's hiding spot and approached the bar, getting another drink from Rosie and noticing that Hiren was still standing at the bar added. "And give our new friend here a drink on me too, Rosie."

Finishing his first drink, Hiren's piercing gaze turned towards her, his silver orbs sparkling. His expression was unreadable to her, a perfect mask as he regarded her before speaking with that same eerily calm voice. "That seems backwards does it not? Perhaps I should by yours instead."

Kharas own emeral orbs stared into the strangers. He was different than the other tavern patrons she was accustomed to seeing. He appeared to be rather calm and collected. Khara smiled replying "If you so wish but then please, won't you join me at my table and rest awhile?" Extending her hand she then introduced herself "The names Khara and what might yours be stranger?"

Those eyes slashed through the air, moving down to flick a glance at her hand before he slowly raised his own to grip it. Through that contact though she might feel just a hint of power this man contained. If she was sensitive to it it would spill over through the contact. The kind of force that was impossible to imagine. "Hiren."

When his hand made contact with hers Khara felt as though a jolt of lightning had passed through her and rather quickly she pulled her hand away. She could sense the power he held through that brief moment that their hands had touched. At first she stared at him wide eyed for a moment then regained her manners. "It's nice to meet you Hiren. My tables this way if you so wish to join me." Khara turned then to go back to her table. If the newcomer wished to join her then he was welcome to follow and if not either way, she was ready to get back to the table and sit, her journey had been long and she simply wanted to relax, with or without company.

{co with the amazing Septimus}

roan
06-12-2010, 03:50 AM
Pale lavender eyes peered at the tavern down the street named The Travelers Tavern. Seeing through the glass panel windows the Halfling guessed it to be a bustling night. Never had she crossed into this place before, coming for the first time. Rhealm walking, or time traveling like some would say, was not the best way for Pesha Knotwise the travel. Apon her arrival she’d immediately hurled then began to repeatedly punch the thigh of her traveling companion. Angry but here in Untiontown the guild leader finished her business early; for she knew the transaction would take some time.

With a hand upon the door handle she pushed inside turning her small frame to the right, facing those within. And what a bunch they were! A large multitude of men, women, and other beings and creatures took nearly all the air in the building. Glancing from the left to the right Pesha soon spotted a lone chair at a small table near the unlite hearth, a short thick candle illuminating its scarred wooden top.
Most Halfling are mistaken as children at times but Pesha was different, much different. Her attire was anything but bland or simple, rather liking to flaunt her status and good looks with rich materials and expensive jewels. Because many thought her a child at first glance Pesha normally dressed in sensual revealing clothes, showing those around her that she was indeed not a child. This common mistake angered her to no end! Woe on thee who pat her head!

Tonight, figuring to not a soul knew of her or her profession, Pesha wished to be a bit more discreet than her usual flamboyant ways. Dressing in a stark white silk shirt with billowy sleeves and a pair of kid leather gray pants the lavender eyed woman felt comfortable. The black boots that were purchased today in the market were a bit tight around her heel. They gave Pesha a two inch height increase, bringing her to a full four foot eleven.

Sitting a bit a ways from most of the commotion the Halfling leaned back in her chair, brushing a lock of ebon black hair behind her shoulder as her legs crossed beneath her small table. A drink would come soon, Pesha thought to herself as she eyed the bar itself and its vast selection of bottles. Yet, for the time being, wished to observe the strangers scattered within the large establishment. So far the rowdy bunch appeared rather amusing; bringing a smile to Pesha’s lips.

Housemaster
06-14-2010, 10:04 PM
The tavern, spite the few arguments and disagreements, was bustling and lively. Many a merry drinker downed pint after pint as the hours rolled by. So far, the biggest conflict was when a man held another at sword-point, but it was too brief for anyone to really care. However, the night was approaching, and a certain someone was just about to start his shift.

“THEN I WAS LIKE!!!!” the drunk man paused, “I f-forshets my shtory… fuck!” the drunk man stumbled about.

Leaving his drunk friends dazed and confused, the drunkard remembered a vital part of his story, “Oh yesh!” he shouted, “an then I PULLLED out mah NIFE!”

To add a dramatic emphasis of his story, the drunk man actually drew out his knife and began waving it frantically around a crowd of people. His friends cheered and laughed as the drunk man pretended to fight an invisible foe, slashing and swinging his blade carelessly around as many other patrons backed away to avoid his drunken attacks.

The table next to the drunken role player was occupied by the most adorable assortment of woodland creatures. A baby deer, a cute bunny, a squirrel, and a baby bobcat. They were all under the supervision of the wise Otter named “GORN”, who unfortunately had misplaced his glasses and went to the bar to inquire as to where they may be, tragically leaving the assortment of cute woodland creatures unattended.

The drunk man was so excited by his drunken performance with the knife that he began to foam at the mouth. This made him even more hyper, and he began to swing his blade more violently, inching his way closer the the cute woodland creatures. The forest animals were in peril, and the wise Otter was no where to save them! Oh the horror!

Just as the drunkard was about to accidentally stab his knife in the spinal section of the baby deer, someone, out of nowhere, caught his arm in a nick of time.

It took the drunk fool awhile to realized that he no longer had control of his arm, then turned to face the hero who saved the woodland creatures from his impaired folley.

It was… BAS RUTTEN!

Bas slipped under the drunk man’s arm and placed him in a one arm headlock. With his free hand, Bas began punching the drunk man in the liver.

“DON’T… YOU… EV-ER… DO… THAT!” he yelled in unison with his punches.

After breaking his liver, he threw the man out the window. “Never hurt woodland creatures when El Guapo is present!”

Bia
06-15-2010, 01:53 AM
Andy kept an ear trained to what was happening around her as she pushed Hyrssar over, groaning a little under the weight. Her full fledged fighting instincts came in, her bright blue eye buzzed impatiently, her yellow eye was just dying to make something catch on fire ceremoniously. Add that and that fact she was bent over an injured alien she just met, surrounded by drunks with any number of abilities, Andy was feeling rather irritable.

She got Hyrssar turned enough that she could see where he got hit, it wasn't too bad, but it wasn't just a scratch either. Unfortunately, she didn't know anything about this race, let alone have any healing knowledge. She rubbed her face in frustration and turned to Hyrssar,

"Is there anything I can do? Do we need to find a doctor?"

Lord Tully
06-15-2010, 04:30 AM
A touch annoyed at the fact that he had just come to the tavern to get AWAY from brawlers, Dar Jee stepped over to look at the injured man, "Ahh he'll be fine. You, how ever!" He Shoutedturning and pointing to the men who had been fighting, "Well not be if you don't shut the fuck up, sit down and go back to your drinks!" Dar Jee stood stiff as a tree branch ready incase one of them decided to pick a fight with him.

spirits breath
06-15-2010, 02:41 PM
Hryssar gave a had grunt as he was flipped, the pressure on his bad leg was easing. The indent without much muscle at all continued its throbing with his heart beat. "No need doctor. Bad leg is all, from past. It wasn't a great thing before, and pained me for moon cycles."

He pushed up with his good leg, his neck and slightly with his tail. He rose a little bit, eshaling in a long hiss from the movement. His eyes closed, and his body stumbled weakly. His left leg was supporting his weight poorly, and his right leg seemed bent inwards a bit to him. His voice shuttered with pain as he spoke. "I should be good. Just have to no move leg. And, what doctor help me?"

Leaning up against the table by the lower part of his neck, Hryssar looked over that the other patrons. He thought to himself. What is wrong? My leg should not be like this at all. I may be able to walk, though it would be a hard task. Gently he set his right leg down, lifting it soon after as once he applied weight a jolt of pain went through him. A soft yip escaped from him. He tried again, only to lean more to the left, his tail bent to the right as much as it could to help balance the weight. He made a hobbled stepp forwards, his body quickly dipping down each time he put weight on his right leg. A pained hiss escaped him like a boiling kettle.

He looked back at Atlanta. "I think I need to find somewhere to just let my leg rest. You know let the pain subside and figure out what has happened with my leg. Doesn't feel like it is right to me."

roan
06-16-2010, 12:18 AM
The commotion coming from an extremely intoxicated man caught Pesha’s attention. “What a disgusting display,” The Halfling spoke to herself with a soft chuckle following after rather amused but was immediately distraught when the man produced a blade from his person, waving it around a mad man. Pesha had to control a started gasp from escaping her pert lips when the drunkard knife went to stab at a defenseless baby deer! Suddenly, catching the keen eyed Halfling woman off-guard, a very large man appeared stopping the fools stabbing action and then, after what looked to be terribly hard blows, tossed the man through an open window directly to her left.

A small gap of surprise parted Pesha’s mouth, right before it smiled and began to laugh. “A-hahaha!”The sound was like cream and honey; smooth and sweet. One less idiot Pesha would have to see this night for it was always a bore to be surrounded by drunk loons.

The man professing himself as ‘El Guapo’ would have been a wonderful recruit for her Blackdagger but, not wishing to bring up the subject of her profession and organization, the Halfling refrained from saying what she had wished. Instead, having to half shout to accommodate her voice betwixt the already loud tavern, she called to the large man, eyeing a bulging vein along his thick neck, “Might you send a note with the man’s friends for his wife? I surely don’t think he’ll rise soon.”Speaking thickly with sarcasm again Pesha laughed, not having an inkling of why she found the whole situation for amusing.

Yoruyonaka
06-21-2010, 12:09 AM
A light glimmered from the sky through the darkness of the night. Clouds shimmered and made the world appear as though it was during the day. A golden chariot flew through the light with two flying horses with coats of pure white. The chariot halted in front of the Tavern. A woman with beauty beyond the comprehension of man stepped off the chariot gilded with gold. Her golden hair glowed with a heavenly sheen. Snapping her fingers, the chariot shifted itself until it became a floating necklace that glided to her hand. The horses folded their wings and also transformed, becoming two glowing white lions. Her royal blue eyes gazed upon the Tavern and she smiled. As though on cue, the doors flew open as though her presence enchanted them.

Curiously observing everyone, she giggled and placed her hand to one of her lions who followed her. "Oh dear, how quaint this little place is," She spoke with a voice just as beautiful and mellifluous as her appearance. "I, the goddess Aphrodite, will have some fun here."

Waving her hand, a golden chair appeared at a table and she walked to it as though she was lighter than air. Aphrodite sat in the chair, then eyed the barkeep. With a flick of her hand, he was now standing next to her, stunned and in awe.

"My good man," She purred. "Do you happen to have some sweet Ambrosia?"

"What?" He appeared to not hear a word she said, so she placed to fingers on his forehead and repeated the question. "Ambrosia? What is that?"

She let out a sigh. "Well, any drink would do then, a nice merlot I suppose," Aphrodite replied and sent him away. She fixed her silk white dress and reapplied her lips with a red substance that came from a clam shell. Her two lions lay around her table, awaiting to be commanded by their mistress. Oh, she liked the place. Full of magic and immortals. Her curiosity always takes over, and her lust for good looking men.

Higurashi
06-21-2010, 12:48 AM
Dusklight appeared in this reality with a flash, rightr outside then tavern. It was not a bright light that illuminated, for it was colored black as night, but it somehow illuminated everything around him with an errie glow. He looked around, confused. This was his first time in a body, and he didn't know how to control it. He saw that he was wearing a fine suit in a cloak made from velvety leather. He was in shock. He had just about to strike the killing blow against his nemisis, the Ascended High Mother. His disciples had surrounded him, and he had raised his cellestial sword to strike the fatal blow.

The last thing he remembered was the High Mother casting out her conciousness, flinging him into the void. Then he was here, after what seemed to him to be an eon, but may hae only been a split second. The reason he was unused to a body was because he was an Ascended, from the time when Humanity have surpassed their pyshical boundaries and had become as gods. Or so they believed they did. They were the creators, the shapeshifters, and the destroyers. In that reality you had to choose to die.

Finally, after many moments, Dusk looked around himself again. He saw that clipped to his side was his cellestial sword and auto-crossbow "God Killer". He reached for these and found that they were real, tangible. He took a cautious step, old memories long dead awakening. He then felt a pain in his chest. It was a burning feeling. He gasped instinctiely and breathed for the first time. He looked around again and saw a pleasent building, light pouring from what he though were windows. He took a few more cautious steps, then reached the door.

He sto-od there for a full minute, unsure of what to do, until the memory of the 'door' concept surfaced. He turned the handle and entered. Inside, his first thought was about the sudden brightness, though the light around him started to take on the same hue as his own, like an infection. He blinked and then saw many tables, and what he presumed were people of all kinds. All around there were also glittering lights. The place was full of sound, nearly bursting. He stood there, unsure, until he saw the Goddess at a nearby table, two lions lying near her.

Dusk would have gone for his crossbow, but he found that his muscles were uncordinated, and he only succeeded in unbalancing himself. He grabbed a nearby table to steady himself. Unfortunatly, in the process, he knocked over an entire table full of delicate glasses. They fell to the floor with tinkling of bells, shattering. The entire room, or at least most of it, fell silent, and stared. Dusk stared back, unsure once again of what to do. Finally, the memory of apologies and words arrived. "Sorry", he said in what his kind took as a feeble voice, but here it sounded commanding, and very loud.

Housemaster
06-27-2010, 11:01 PM
“Might you send a note with the man’s friends for his wife? I surely don’t think he’ll rise soon.”

Bas Rutten turned his attention to the Halfling, "No one stabs baby deers! NO ONE!" he huffed.

The Bouncer was staring into open space to no one in particular. This would greatly affect anyone's opinion on his sanity, yet again no one would wish to cross him.

* * *

Mick sat at the table, amused as the old fart left to sit somewhere else after having his honor shat on by pure logic. As the war-vet left, Mick made a very crude "wanking" motion with his left hand before turning his attention to a drink he ordered.

"Bout bloody time!" he cried, the rocker needed his rock medicine "My throat was getting fakin' partched."

With no surprise, the rocker gulped and downed the entire beer within seconds. "Decent warm up..." he chirped as he suddenly burped afterwards.

Suddenly, what would appear to be the most gorgeous woman entered the room. It seemed otherworldly how rediculously beautiful she was, and Mick almost broke his goddamn neck trying to get a better view. The rocker watched as she sat herself down on a golden chair that randomly appeared, which Mick just dismissed it as the drugs kicking in...

"Well blokes." he said outloud to no one in particular, "Later!"

Standing up, Mick wobbled past the hordes of patrons, making his way to Aphrodite's table. Tumbling past people, almost spilling their drinks, he finally arrived at his destination.

The rocker peered down at the Goddess through his sunglasses, then gave a poor ungraceful bow, "Ello love..." he started, "I'm going to be very up front if you don't mind... but I couldn't help but notice how soddin' gorgeous you are. I would like to ask permission to sit down at your table so I can buy you a few drinks, 'ave a polite chat, then maybe do some sex..."

It was frightning how unfrightened Mick was when he spoke. Seeing how calm he was when he spoke, it gives one the idea that it worked before.

spirits breath
06-28-2010, 02:16 AM
Hryssar had begun to hobble lightly over to the corner of the tavern, his tongue making short work of unatended glasses of ale. Each one just as sour as the last. His leg seemed to keep falling in it's own weight. The odd drink almost semeing to numb the pain, though looking at it only made it hurt even more than it did before.

The rocker, a human who seemed to show how most people are, sex driven lunatics. Though it wasn't like Hryssar hirself(refering to both sexes) also had the familiar pinge of mating season. Well another mating season that he wouldn't be getting a mate to make it year three. And not essentialy able to help himself like a cat or dog would, it wasn't a fun thing to experience.

though the one female that came in, different than most other humans, it was in the air and she even seemed to just not be human at all. "Pretty? Me thinks have to lie bed" body dipping drastically to the side as his leg occasionaly gave out, and then add in the effects of alcohol, he fell into the door to break it open. Scuttling forwards, he lied there. Unable to sleep as the throb would come to hit him like a nip on the tail. I have to do something to support the leg, but what?

Hryssar scanned the room, several copies of a few objects circled eachother, then seemed to move about. As he looked back down at his leg, he noticed an odd bump sticking out of the feathersCautiously he moved closer with his head, and used his tongue to touch it gently befor yelping in pain. thats my bone! curse my parents loins for giving mebirth and then experience thiscurse my soon to be husband for pleading for my life. Should i try and pop it back in or do I wait. maybe fasten it?

He looked behind the bump, a small patch of violet soaked feathers and drips of violet that marked where his path was. He lied there breathing heavily, heart racing as he tried to figure out what he was going to do.

spirits breath
07-01-2010, 02:26 PM
Marianna began the gentle pumping of wings that after a short period of gliding would help to increase altitude. With hallf a moon cycle until deemed of mature age in more ways than one. Though this flight was able to bring about new scenery. Large bodies of water, and countless trees. And then it cleared, few trees, large houses, some odd weapons that fired pieces of metal that could sear through a few scales and break the skin. Though at the altitude Marianna was at, made that as far as a bullet can do, with some bouncing harmlessly off.

Though it didn't take a genious to note that any flying being needs to rest at one point, and Marianna was about ready for that. Gliding down in a long glide, conserving energy as flicking a tail around would alter direction and speed.

A long glide brought Marianna to a short flutter to slow the winged beings speed down to a rather rough landing. Sliding for a moment as claws and talons tried to stop the momentum and use the earth to do so.

Though the only place that seemed to be of any interest was a building attached to another. This was the tavern, the travelers tavern to be exact. Marianna gently used in between two of the three fingers to open the door, opeinging it to allow the light to swirl about on top of the purple and blue scales. Which seemed to be like colored clouds swirling endlessly about in a near psycadellic fashion.

Walking in and sitting next to the fire for moments to help maintain some balance of temperature from the cold skies, and a warm fire. Even though Marianna enjoyed the cold and could live in it, only due to elements. While an acendian who was born with the ability to use fire may enjoy a war, firey location, Marianna would be happy where it snowed. And if one would look and see past a facade, the acendian would only be moving sking around to fix blood flow. Sitting by the fire was a cover up.

Lacantherope769
07-03-2010, 03:32 AM
Wrapped in his deep green cloak, Orah made his way through the Way Gate/Portal, ignoring the electrical tingle that coursed through his fur and body,making every hair stand on end. A small mental chuckle passed through his thoughts as he tried imagine himself puffed out like one of those small things certain humans tended to keep in their homes, cats? He'd forgotten the name, they were irrelevant to the task at hand.

Padded feet touched soft soil, flattened by countless others stepping here before him, the dryness reminded him of the outer lines of his home, memories of wild hunts and great chases flooded his thoughts as his heavy feet found their way to the front of the large oddly crafted building. Keeping the hood secure over his features, the silent Orah looked up and attempted to decipher the writings on the plaque, his inhuman tongue forming words slowly as his memory shifted into languages he'd learned throughout his adventures, "Le...Deh....Shee...Tah...Tee....The!...Teranber... .Thanber...Tur...Turabler?....Traaa...
Travuhlurs ... Travelers.... Taaaa...Ffurn...Taafurn...Tafurn? Tavuh...Tavern!" Then the words of passerby fluttered through his memories as he recalled stories of this place, The Travelers Tavern. It was supposedly a good place to be, and go to incase you were in need or rest and comfort.

"Ressst, and... Comfffort... Maybe, dey will come heeere" Running the old common language through his mind, Orah placed one furred hand, small claws tapping the against the wood, to the door and pushed. The first step in gave the hunter pause as creatures and things he'd never before seen mixed and mingled with the ones he had. The scents flooded his keen nose, causing him to stagger his first few steps, but then a familiar scent slid its way to him and allowed him to walk with more grace than before. The sweet yet musky scents of forest, beast, metal, smoke, magic, and other strange smells were soon separated and labeled to their owners.

One gold tinted eye scanned around the area, learning and marveling at the scenery, a strange need to touch and learn crept through the Gnolls head, but purpose and rationality kept him from fulfilling such an urge.

Making a zigzagging path to the bar, Orah decided it was logical and safe to remove his hood inside, some of the patrons would be less inclined to assume he was hostile, and it gave his ears freedom to learn sounds and be alert, rather than be dulled with the heavy clothes of his cloak. Standing next to the well worn wood of the bar allowed the hunter to observe and still keep an eye for his quarry if they were to show by chance. Keeping a mildly kind expression on his canine features was a difficult task, but Orah was certain it would also keep others from finding excuses to attack him. He didn't need trouble, at least... not the unwelcome kind.

spirits breath
07-04-2010, 02:41 PM
Marianna turned head over back, using the flexibility to an advantage. Each leg pushed up and began a steady walk to the new individual. More out of curiosity than anything. But the being seemed to have an odd colored fur about it, then was the ears that followed movements. Though Marianna wouldn't say anything about them since an ear that is shaped more like a fin than an actual ear is a different story to explain. Let alone being able to fold it up if things became loud.

With soft motions, and a quick shift in the oddly shapped wings, Marianna went up next to the gnoll, gtanding on hind legs to try and be of equal height with it. "Greatings, I see you are new as well. Names Marianna." The tail was brought up a mind of its own as it began to symbolize a way of greating. "cutomary for a small shake, though I doubt you can wrap anything around it, which is fine."

Marianna signaled for a small drink, soon getting one. a light puff of ice went over the drink, making it more slushlike. " Makes it colder, but you can also do some neat things with ice and a bit of electricity. May be cold hearted in a comical way, but I can try to warm up a heart if you know what i mean cutie." a soft wink signaled an odd feeling even in Marianna.

Mysteria
07-05-2010, 04:37 AM
Gilraen made her way back through the smoke filled tavern to take her seat at the table with Branulf. The elf had forgotten just how much smoke filled rooms had bothered her and while she would have liked to have finished her drink, she suddenly felt the need for some fresh air, along with the fact that she remembered she needed to get Gwain stabled for the night.

Gilraen was a normally soft spoken person but found that for Branulf to even hear her over the crowd who had by this time become very diverse and also had piqued her curiosity as to the different species and types that had gathered, that she had to all but yell over the din and flux of voices.

"Branulf, I must attend to Gwain" Gilraen shouted over the crowd. She left out the part of also needing to get fresh air, after all this was a tavern and these things were to be expected regardless of the fact that the elfin woman was very much more comfortable in the peacefulness of nature by heart. All the same, she'd never pass up a chance to visit the tavern when she could. Gilraen smiled at the Rhohirrin and then stood to exit the tavern, unsure of whether or not Branulf would want to stay and have his share of ale, or if he would join her in a stroll outside.

Branulf watched Gilraen stand and make her leave. He debated whether or not to follow her in his head for about half a second before downing the rest of his ale and following the fair elfen woman outside. The dwindling day was wasting the sun's waning light down on the town, the bright rays catching Gilraen, making her look absoloutely divine. The Rohirrin quickened his steps as to match his stride with the elfen beauty.

"Gilraen..." he started, hooking his thumbs on his thick sword belt, "you have no idea how good it is to see you again."

Gilraen slowed her pace waiting for Branulf to catch up. She smiled then, a sincere smile as she replied "It is good to see you again too, Branulf Breckerson of Rohan. It has been far too long." And for Gilraen, it had been far too long since she'd seen Branulf. Gilraen had never been taken with many men, but there was something undeniable in the attraction she had always felt for the Rohirran rider.

Whistling for Gwain and waiting as he approached, Gil looked to Branulf, speaking much softer now that they were away from the loud noise of the tavern "You remember my trusted friend Gwain do you not Branulf?" Even if Branulf hadn't, it was obvious to Gil that Gwain recognized Branulf by the soft whiney and bumping of Branulfs hand by Gwains head beckoning him to say hello. Much like Gil, Gwain never forgot a friend and one definitely did not forget Branulf easily. Branulf had made certain that Gil would never be able to forget him. His kiss was to put it bluntly, unforgettable.

Gilraen looked at Branulf in the moonlight, almost blushing as she remembered the last time he had kissed her. Had they not been interrupted...Gil shook herself quickly dismissing the thought before she turned bright red and stating "Let's get him to the stable. The days journey was long and he needs rest." Walking with her hand on his mane, Gil guided him to the stable. There was no need ever to put reigns on him, she was one with him when she rode, and he never strayed far when she walked.

Branulf chuckled as as Gwain made his aquatance once more. That horse had more personality than some people. The Rohirrin clucked his tongue, which resulted in his black warhorse coming to his side. Branulf took the reins and lead his horse behind Gilraen and Gwain. He smiled to himself as he watched Gildraen walk with the grace of a cat and with the most allure he had ever experienced. He followed her in to the barn, putting his own horse in the stall next to Gwain before removing his cloak and armor, locking them in the provided chest. He had been baking in his armor inside the tavern. Once the armor was off and Branulf remained in his breeches, wool shirt, and shoes, he proceeded to take the saddle off of his horse, but he cast several glances and smiles Gilraen's way.

Gilraen waited patiently for Branulf to take care of his steed and remove his armor. She hadn't had to go through all of that process with Gwain since she'd never had need for the use of a saddle. She leaned her bow and quiver in the corner of Gwains stall. Gwain would keep it safe for her until her return, no one dared to try to get past the white Stallion. Gilraen leaned against the wall, taking in Branulfs muscular form, relaxing and waiting for him to finish.

With the saddle removed and stowed away, Branulf patted his trusty steed on the theck before walking out of the stall to see Gilraen watching him, which made him smile.

"Gil, would you like to go for a walk? Get some nice fresh air after all of that smoke?" he was well aware of how much she disliked the smell of pipeweed smoke compared to the crisp and fresh smell of nature.

Branulf had a way of being terse with many people but with Gilraen he was always considerate, even what one could call gentle compared to how he was with others. His consideration of her need to get away from the crowd from time to time was touching to her. Her desire to be outside was not just due to her love of nature however, as it also afforded her the chance to be alone with the Rhorrim.

Wrapping her hand around Branulfs arm the pale haired beauty walked with him towards the spacious garden grounds behind the tavern. The tavern was renowned for it's wide variety of flowers and foliage that lie within the garden. When they reached a bench near the well Gilraen sat down and when Branulf had been seated she leaned her head upon his shoulder, not speaking for the longest time but instead staring up into the moonlit skies above. Uniontown was one of the most beautiful places one could ever see. The lights of the stars above were multi colored and unlike any on earth alone. This place was indeed magical. Gilraen smiled to herself as she remembered the last time that she had walked with Branulf in the garden. Finally she spoke in that light tinkling voice of hers "So Branulf, tell me, what brings you back here, to this place. Why have your journeys once again brought you back to Uniontown?"

Dirzrahel
07-16-2010, 02:16 AM
He had been in a coma since that orgasmic feeling washed over him. He hadn't expected such sensual pleasure to riot throughout his body in such fervor and passion. His dreams had been filled with such sexual tidings that he thought he would never get out of that coma. It was terrible.

But it was sooooooo good.

Slowly, slowly; his senses came back to him in a steady drip-drop of water. His brain began functioning once more, the fantasies melting off and squeezing out what was left of his imagination. He was dreaming. He was on his back on the chair, paws stretching into the air uncontrollably as his claws flexed in and out. His back paws were bicycling in the air for whatever reason known, none at the moment. His mind raced back and forth, his eyes widening. He had to get out of here.

But it felt soooooo good.

The white fluffy kitten rolled over and grew, its body bursting in places and head misshaping itself in rapid transformation. A humanoid body started forming at an erratic pace, tanned skin replacing the white tufts of fur, and a full head of mid-back length dazzling white hair. His eyes were golden, glowing ever-so-softly behind his divine locks. He snapped his fingers, a rather spiffy suit of Italian Renaissance origin suddenly wrapping itself around his prior nude body.

"That is the LAST TIME", Andy yelled, "I have an ORGASM as a CAT!" He slammed his fists down on the table to punctuate.

Higurashi
07-16-2010, 10:12 PM
Dusklight looked around the Tavern, unsure of what to do. No one seemed to mind him much, and most seemed to be ignoring him. He walked through the tavern, watching the patrons. He finally chose a table and sat down. After about two minutes he noticed a dryness in his throat. He didn't know what it was. He thought for awhile, remembering the genetic memory of thirst. He looked around for some liquid, and found none available. He continued looking around till his eyes rested on the bar. It seemed that the bar's keeper was serving the drinks.

The bartender was a strange being, with many spines and spikes appearing all over his body. Dusklight unsteadily walked over to the bar and sat down on a barstool. It was a wobbly stool, likely to fall over any moment. He Rested his elbows on the bar to steady himself, and waited for the bartender to notice him.

As he looked around the bar, he began noticing things about it. FOr one, it was very crowded. There was a certain atmosphere about it, with the dim lights and the smokey air. Many of the patrons were loud and boisterous, drinking merrily. Dusk was used to the quite of the Ether, and the noise assulted his ears like an army of hurt.

Mysteria
07-16-2010, 10:45 PM
Khara had taken her seat as Hiren had yet to join her. The invitation had been made and left open. Khara rested agaist the back of the chair, watching as the kitten stirred.

What happened next surpised even her. There right before her very eyes the kitten transformed from the cutest fluffy white kitten she'd ever seen into a...golden...god. And the golden god was voicing his orgasm preferences quite loudly.

Khara's eyes drunk in his form, moving from top to bottom and back up again to rest on those long white locks against the tan..golden...skin. And then just as quickly the kitten was dressed.

Khara took only brief note of the newcomer who had entered and seated himself at the bar. He seemed a bit out of place but Khara didn't focus on him for long as her eyes wandered back to the kitten/god. Khara shivered slightly at the thought of the golden gods orgasm then with a light chuckle propped her boot up on the chair where the kitten was and leaning forward said in a quiet voice as she inhaled deeply the godlike creatures scent "Yes, I knew there was something different about you indeed." Kharas eyes took one long last appreciative drawn out glance before she leaned back in her seat again adding with a sly smile. "Just how different are you...sir...?"

MikeZZZ
10-16-2010, 07:14 AM
Michael sat back down in his corner defeated, for the moment, by the rocker kid. As he sat down, he noticed a new face enter the tavern and take a seat at the bar. Not feeling very hospitable at the moment, he choose to open his computer and start some music. Keeping it low so no one would notice, he turned on the Disturbed playlist. Leaning back, he took a sip of his ever present beer. This is the way it should be. he thought, as he watched the tavern get busy.

spirits breath
10-16-2010, 01:37 PM
Amei had finally made his way into a small portal like devise that would bring him into a new realm. His legs ached moved independantly as he made his way through the swirling vortex in front of him. A few minutes later, he found himself in a completly new land. A large tavern was the first thing he saw, along with a few other votexes as well.

The small hairs on his legs pushed out sharply as he made slow steps to observe his surroundings. with him, he made a small line of thread so that he would remember what one he came from.

The door just had to open outwards. Course it did. A few pulls on the frame yeilded no open door. Another pull at the dented handle, and he found the same to happen. until he pushed on it. Then it opened, revealing the firelit tavern and patrons drinking. Many of them looked so inferior with two legs. Eight was where it was as he squeezed into the tavern. Making his way to the bar to stand up on four legs, and resting two on the wall, and two on top of the bar. "Can you just get me something weak to start. not much of a drinker."

Bia
10-16-2010, 05:02 PM
Keely yawned and looked up, where was she...? Looking around she was greeted by the sight of a multiple...aliens I guess is the correct word. People from different worlds. Kee pushed stray bangs from her face.

I can't believe I fell asleep...

She thought to herself annoyed, obviously she hadn't been getting enough sleep lately, and she could not afford to be falling asleep in public places like this. Someone could come and steal her necklace...then she would have no way to get anywhere, she would be stuck in this dimension forever.

Keely yawned again and stood up, shifting the quiver and bow on her back so it sat more comfortably. She tightened the blue ribbon holding up her thick black hair, and made a move over to the bar, sitting down on an empty stool. As she sat, she felt a small ache behind her blue eye, meaning water was nearby. Kee resisted the urge to roll her eyes, of course there was water nearby...this water ability really got annoying sometimes.

"can I get something that will wake me up?" she asked the bartender.

GraftRaven
10-17-2010, 03:44 AM
Krath looked at the three new arrivals at the bar, gingerly set a light ale in front of the rather large and apparently speech-capable spider, then quickly mixed a few fiery liquids together and put them into a small and short glass. "Be careful miss, you won't need much of this to wake up!" he said cheerfully to the woman who did indeed look a bit tired.

The third customer, ironically first of the three to arrive and last to be served, looked a bit out of place in the company of so many others, but Krath still stepped up to his place on the counter, it beat standing near that spider for sure. "And what can i get you?"

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At that precise moment Michael's computer screen rippled like water and O'Rak'Tao snaked his way into the plane occupied by the tavern, narrowly avoiding a collision with Michael as he did so. The voice that issued from the vox grilles on his neck was obviously computer generated, scratchy, with a vibrating quality and a deep tone. "Excuse me, i'm quite sorry... on another note do you know where this place is?"

As the last pieces of the machine emerged from the laptop's screen the material returned to normal. The centipedal body floated lazily out of the way and O'Rak'Tao came to rest suspended vertically just to the left side of Michael's chair with his head cocked to one side.

Anne Bonny
10-17-2010, 10:02 PM
Lena was a perfect, attentive bartender. She was a meticulous innkeeper. She was a gorgeous woman with a friendly smile and a fire in her eyes. But everyone has their faults.

Lena's just happened to be that she was constantly late.

The doors of The Traveler's Tavern violently burst open with her hurried entrance, and the fuchsia-haired girl nearly ran towards the bar. She shifted the apron in her hand as she moved, tying it around her waist without pause, a subtle sign that she had been wearing it for ages. Olive skinned cheeks were flushed red from her rushing, and her embarrassment that once again, Lena was late.

Finally arriving behind the bar, she gave a deep sigh of relief. No matter how flustered or hectic her life was, this felt right. The bustling of patrons all around, new and strange creatures coming and going, the scent of spilled alcohol mixed with ages old wood in the air... She truly loved her job.

Brown eyes scanned the customers and a smile tugged at the corners of Lena's mouth. A giant spider was a new one on her. But fortunately Krath seemed to be holding his own well enough. She would have hated to be late and to burden someone else with extra work in her absence.

Lena moved towards her coworker and placed her elbows on the bar, resting her chin in her hands. The patron he was speaking to looked sophisticated, rather out of place in the Triple T. She offered a friendly smile before turning her face towards her spiny, red-eyed companion.

"Sorry I'm late, Krath," she said, her cheerful tone betraying her apology no matter how sincere she felt. "You need a hand with Tall Dark and Handsome here, or is there anything else I can do to help out?"

Mysteria
10-17-2010, 10:50 PM
Melisandra Diablo had slipped into the back of the Triple T completely unnoticed by most all, if not all, of it's patrons as she had done hundreds of other times in the past and had taken a seat in the back. Only the most trained eye, or those with knowledge of who Melisandra was would have noticed the slight dim disturbed ripple of air that traveled through the noise of the inn and into the seat that she had taken upon her arrival.

Melisandra is the co-founder of The Travelers Tavern, and Uniontown. She, along with Robert DeCroix had stumbled upon Uniontown over three hundred years ago when one of his experiments had went terribly wrong. Or right, depending on how you looked at it. When the odd ball pair had landed in the unknown territory that has since been named Uniontown they were left in a quandary of what to do and furthermore, how to get back to their real world and although over the years they have both mastered the means of jumping through time and space, they have yet to be able to find their way home. According to DeCroix, the best that he could figure was that some sort of time and space ripple had happened on the original voyage that had left them stranded which was now preventing their return “home”.

Upon their arrival in Uniontown the two friends had made a pact, and a decision that would affect LeCroix for an eternity, or at least until he could get back to his home, his time. Melisandra had turned him. The only way for her to ever be able to return home was to turn her mentor, and friend into what she had become. She had fought his request to do it, but in the end she knew it had to be done. LeCroix was the only link to her world, her only chance was through his research, he was the key. So, she turned him and they took it upon themselves to build Uniontown into what it was today. It was the junction between worlds, time, and space. It was also the newest home to the Covenant of Miravinjie, the clan of which Melisandra had been part of the high council for hundreds of years and was one of the few surviving elders. Although here, in Uniontown there were only a select few who belonged to the covenant, and rarely ever were they seen together. Their numbers were small but their wealth, while always remaining hidden from the townsfolk, was great. Their hope was that some day as others had come through the portal, so might more of Melisandra’s people. Her extended family.

The Triple T had been established to give the two a home to come to any time they chose, along with the fact that it provided the necessary cover and income that they needed for LeCroix to continue his work in time travel and teleportation. And the truth was, that they had made a few allies along the way. The fact that both of them could bounce back and forth in time and space at will helped too, affording them the opportunities to get supplies at will. Although most people came through Uniontown via portals, portals that for some reason could not be closed once opened, most could not travel in quite the same manner that LeCroix and Melisandra could.

Her keen eyes had taken in everything that was happening in the tavern while she had been sitting in the back. Granted it had been years since she had been inside of the Tavern, but nothing that she saw even remotely surprised her. Drunks, she had seen a plenty and someone being groped by a drunk was nothing new to be seen in the tavern, new technological advances that allowed centipede looking creatures to crawl out of computer screens didn’t faze her considering that she knew the possibilities that existed from realm to realm, women that looked like they were born and bred of Gods and Godesses were of no surprise to her, nor was a punk rocker trying to sit himself at the lovely womans table even a surprise.

Not even the kitten turning into something that looked like a God had made her flinch.

The truth was, that in five hundred years Melisandra had seen a lot of things and people come and go.

Finally tired of sitting in the dark, after having had her own session of remembrance Melisandra arose and made her way into the light, her dark hair cascading down over her shoulders swaying slightly as she made her way to the bar, nodding slightly at Michael. Michael was a constant at the tavern and had been a patron here since the first time Melisandra had laid eyes on him, but that was in and of itself, another story. Looking around the tavern Melisandra noticed that some of the patrons seemed to be tired or maybe even bored although it was hard to be bored at the tavern unless you were carrying a heavy load around with you and the tavern was a place for leaving one’s worries at the front door.

And Melisandra was thinking now would be a good time for some entertainment, if there were any talent to be found in the place tonight. Where was that mic at anyhow, she thought to herself. Melisandra waited on Krath to finish serving his customers, especially the one who looked as though she had just woken up. One of Kraths concoctions, and the woman would be awake in no time that was for certain. Krath had a way about him, he always knew just what people wanted, or needed, even before they themselves did sometimes, Melisandra included and Krath was one of the few people to know of Melisandra’s history, or that she was the real owner of The Triple T. Only a select few people were privy to that information. It had always been that way, and it would remain as such.

Just as Melisandra was about to ask Krath where the mic was, the Innkeeper and barmaid Lena came rushing through the door, her purple hair flying in a mess around her face. Melisandra chuckled. This one was always running into things, even as a child the girl had always been running late. It was that running late that had brought Melisandra and her full circle once upon a time in the past. While Melisandra never liked to draw attention to herself and the fact that she was a vampire, it had been necessary at times to use her “skills” in order to protect those who worked for her. One evening Lena had been rushing to get to her mothers birthday party after work. This particular night she’d not gotten her chores done at the Inn early and was making up for lost time taking a short cut home through the small thicket of woods that lie at the edge of town. Luckily for Lena, Melisandra was also on her way that night through the woods.

Melisandra had been watching over the girl since the first time little Lena had run straight smack into her as a small child. Melisandra had grown to love the girl as if she had been her own, and Lena’s family had been with Melisandra and the Tavern literally since the beginning. This night however had proven to be different and Melisandra had been forced to turn in front of the young Lena in order to protect her from some would be attackers. Even Uniontown had its share of bad folk and the woods was no place for young teenage girls, especially not ones as beautiful as Lena had become. After her attack on the would be attackers, Melisandra had walked with Lena the rest of the way to the party. They had talked about what Lena had just seen and Lena came to understand the way of things under the employ of Melisandra Diablo and the unseen DeCroix. Sometimes the hardest thing for Melisandra to do was watch those that she cared for move from this realm to another, be it by choice or simply old age.

Smiling at the young woman (who was already flirting not even thirty seconds into her shift which caused Melisandra to smile inwardly) Melisandra gave her a gentle look with a quick wink before speaking up above the din of the room and tossing a look over Krath’s way “Okay, where is the mic? I’m sure there has to be some talent in this place that can entertain us.” Leaving out a loud whistle Melisandra shouted into the crowd “Do we have any entertainers in our midst tonight here at the Triple T?” With that a shout went up around the room. Everyone in the room who had ever been here on a night when Melisandra was present, knew that the place was about to get even more revved up, even if no one thought it could be possible for the place to be more hopping than what it was. And, if they were lucky, Melisandra herself might even sing but that had yet to be determined. She never sang unless she felt like it, or there were no other entertainers in the building, and there always seemed to be someone willing to get up and sing a song, share a poem, or entertain in some form or another.

GraftRaven
10-18-2010, 12:50 AM
Krath smiled when Lena rushed to her post at the bar, late as usual, but a sign that everything was indeed normal in the triple-T. He had gotten to the point of opening his mouth to tell her that he had already asked this man what he wanted when the abnormal happened, Miss Diablo was among them again and asking him for the mic. Krath changed his statement at once. "Well, gotta run Lena, he's all yours." Krath scooted past his purple haired coworker, gripping her by the shoulders and positioning her where he had been standing.

As he passed the end of the bar he bent over slightly and grabbed an antique looking microphone (http://www.idjnow.com/ProductImagesLarge/55SH2.jpg) with an improvised wireless transmitter attached to it. As he pushed through the crowd toward Melisandra Krath flicked the device's on switch and a loud ringing sounded from everywhere at once. He quickly covered the device with both of his hands and the noise stopped while his face became slightly flushed. He finally reached Melisandra and handed her the mic, saying "Good to see you're back in one piece." quietly so that she could hear but the mic didn't pick it up.

MikeZZZ
10-18-2010, 05:20 PM
At that precise moment Michael's computer screen rippled like water and O'Rak'Tao snaked his way into the plane occupied by the tavern, narrowly avoiding a collision with Michael as he did so. The voice that issued from the vox grilles on his neck was obviously computer generated, scratchy, with a vibrating quality and a deep tone. "Excuse me, i'm quite sorry... on another note do you know where this place is?"

As the last pieces of the machine emerged from the laptop's screen the material returned to normal. The centipedal body floated lazily out of the way and O'Rak'Tao came to rest suspended vertically just to the left side of Michael's chair with his head cocked to one side.


Slightly disturbed at the loss of his music, but not at the strange appearance of the creature, Michael turned to it.

"Hi, I'm Michael, this here is the Travlers Tavern, in Uniontown." Holding out his hand, Michael asked "and what perchance is you're name?"

Smiling to himself as he noticed Melisandra asking for the mic, he knew that the bar was about to get jumping hot. In fact, while still facing the robot/creature, Michael started to dig through his list of poems. If Melisandra wanted some entertainment, he mind as well help out. The only question in his mind was, which poem to share for the night. Each poem of his evoked and fed off of certain emotions, and if he could match it to the bar's general mood......His thoughts trailed off as he saw Lena rush in and start taking orders. Now there were some memories for him....Trailing off, he continued to wait for the stranger from his computer to respond, and dig through his poem files.

spirits breath
10-18-2010, 11:16 PM
dipping a fangs tip into the ale, he realized that the glass was rather small for him in this state. And with a light look to both sides, he gracefully picked it up with the small appendeges by his mouth and lightly cooed his drink twice. His body turning up to the stage. A guilty pleasure, but he was more of a duet person. Assuming he also knew the song.

Placing the drink down, he stepped down from the bar and began to walk around. His eyes seemed to track a few patrons in particular. As well as the small mic that seemed to dance across like a small fly. But he could also make music much like a cricket, his size changing the pitch. Tickles like crazy though.

His chitenous body moved silently up onto the stage for a moment to get a look of it. let alone the feel of it as well. the woman who apparently works here, he approached her with caution. Most two legs weren't fond of him. "Greating ma'am. Name is Amei, and would you consider a duet? Or even a talk?" He looked up at her and he gave a light bow. " How is it working here? seems like it would be a good place to get to spread my own buisness."

Higurashi
10-19-2010, 03:41 AM
Dusklight took awhile to answer. He was still not used to his body. As things came and went, his perception slowed and quickened in a most disconcerting manner. He raised his hand carefully to his head. Lowering his hand after a moment, he noticed that a girl had spoken to him and already moved away. It appeared that stranger creatures were entering the bar, both arachnoid in construction.

It was when Dusk was looking at these beings that he noticed the layers to his visions. If he focused on certain aspects, different ways of veiwing came to the front. For instance, if he narrowed his eyes slightly, he could see the weakpoints in everything he saw's structure. For instance, he could see thirteen different killing points on the pretty female who had spoken.


Dusk's brow creased then in concentration. What had he just thought? What was that emotion he was feeling about the girl. It was something baser than even thirst. It wascoming to him... ah yes, it was lust. The basic 'human' urge to intimately connect oneself with another.

He looked back to the 'man' that was operating the bar. The tell the truth he wasn't sure what it was. Was it male? Could it be some other sex that Dusk idn't know of? It was possible with these beings. Dusk set his elbows back on the bar and finally found his words. He spoke very slowly, with pauses in between every few words. "Ah.... Yes... I would like..... whatever.... is the best for.... tiredness."

Bia
10-19-2010, 08:46 PM
Keely looked at the small shot doubtfully, raising an eyebrow at the bartender-creature who had since moved on. Taking a few side glances she shrugged and raised the glass to her lips, drinking it all in one gulp.

As she set the glass down, the drink fully registered in her system, and her whole body seemed to shudder. She felt as if her eyes were going to pop out of skull and spine straighted up like she was jumping in the air. A massive headache overwhelmed her and she fell onto the bar holding her head. Just as quick though, the headache disappeared and Keely was left feeling like she had just jumped off a 40 foot building and landed on her feet.

"Whoa" she breathed, unable to say anything else.

Holding her head she resisted the urge to go run a few miles and instead looked around the room with her newly awoken eyes. Her blue and yellow iris' searched hungrily, taking in the hustle and bustle of the tavern. Before the drink, the mention of yet another day of "entertainment" made her groan inwardly, but now she was looking forward to the always creative stylings of the different worlds, and she watched the microphone eagerly.

A few seats down, and tall man was waking up, rubbing his eyes and watching after some girl. He was mysterious looking almost scary. And reminded her forcefully of those stupid humans that had invaded Emporia nearly 3 years ago. She watched as he also asked for something to wake him up, and chuckled inwardly as waited to see his reaction to the potent drink.

Mysteria
10-20-2010, 01:03 AM
"Good to see you're back in one piece."

Melisandra had heard Kraths words barely above a whisper as the ringing died down. Melisandra tossed Krath a knowing look and warm smile as she took the mic and thanked him. Her eyes scanned the Triple T, quickly taking in the reaction of the young girl who had just sampled Krath's concoction. Now where had Melisandra seen just that type of reaction at before? Krath never failed to amaze her, nor be had he ever not been able to nudge someone awake "gently." Melisandra's laughter swept out into the crowd.

The crowd held a very diverse group on this night and Melisandra couldn't wait to hear some of the talent. Mike was already digging through his papers. Although Melisandra loved everything that Mike recited, she loved it the most when he recited the classics, or something he himself had just written in free verse. She was looking forward to whatever he would be sharing tonight.

The spider like creature had made it's way through the crowd and Melisandra was grateful that she could understand it when it spoke as she had been afraid there may be a language barrier.

"Greetings ma'am. Name is Amei, and would you consider a duet? Or even a talk?" He looked up at her and he gave a light bow. " How is it working here? seems like it would be a good place to get to spread my own business."

There was definitely no language barrier here. A duet; Melisandra mused to herself. No, absolutely no way was she doing a duet. She hadn't done a duet since she'd found herself stranded away from home. She hadn't done a duet since she'd been with François. Melisandra's gaze fluttered for a brief moment before she replied to Amei "It's a pleasure to meet you, and thanks for the offer but I rarely ever sing let alone duet. The place seems like it does a good business, Krath would be the one to ask of such matters." Melisandra didn't talk about the inner workings of the tavern but with only a select few whom she had come to know and trust over many years, those who were as faithful to her as she was in turn, to them.

"If you'd like to do some entertaining, I can introduce you first." Melisandra stated and after hearing Amei's response being a firm "yes" she began to walk towards the small stage area, dropping her leather coat on the end of the bar so Krath and Lena could keep an eye on it for her only to reveal Melisandra's lithe but curvaceous frame under a form fitting white sweater which complemented her olive toned skin along with a pair of blue jeans that looked like Davinci himself had painted them on her not too loose, not to tight, but just snug enough to fit perfectly. Melisandra had the kind of body that some women would kill for, and as Melisandra came to think of it, some had actually tried but to no avail. The Vampiress was a force to be reckoned with.

Stepping up onto the stage Melisandra brought the mic up and tapped on it, sending that same loud high pitched noise out into the crowd to get everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, patrons of the Triple T, Welcome. For those of you who know me, hello, it's great to be back in UNIONTOWN and for those of you who don't know me, I'm Melisandra Diablo and my good friend Krath over there, from time to time when I'm passing through, allows me to get up here on stage and see if anyone in the house has talent to share, sometimes he even lets me sing." Melisandra said as she flashed a smile Kraths direction before continuing "But tonights not one of those nights. Tonight I'm just playing hostess so that Krath and the beautiful Lena over there can keep the drinks flowing a plenty." Melisandra nodded towards the bar. "I'm sure we have lots of talent raring to get up on this stage, and I see Mike back there looking for something to share as I speak." Melisandra pointed through the crowd then finished up with "First up, we have a newcomer to these parts so lets give up a warm Triple T welcome to Amei."

Handing the antique microphone over to Amei, Melisandra exited the stage and took a seat at the end of the bar waiting to see what Amei would perform for his (or is that her?) first time in The Travelers Tavern.

MikeZZZ
10-20-2010, 02:59 AM
Stepping up onto the stage Melisandra brought the mic up and tapped on it, sending that same loud high pitched noise out into the crowd to get everyone's attention................"I'm sure we have lots of talent raring to get up on this stage, and I see Mike back there looking for something to share as I speak." Melisandra pointed through the crowd then finished up with "First up, we have a newcomer to these parts so lets give up a warm Triple T welcome to Amei."

Handing the antique microphone over to Amei, Melisandra exited the stage and took a seat at the end of the bar.

Blushing slightly and hiding it behind his cmputer screen Mike waited to see what the spider thing would start with. He also pulled up a few poems designed for starting a party, just in case. As he reviewed his list, he mused to himself, "which poem should I pick." He also waited for the thing from his computer to speak up. He picked up his drink and took a sip, debating whether or not to go talk Melisandra. As he weighed the pro's and con's, he suddenly remembered that he did have to talk to her after the night was done.

Anne Bonny
10-20-2010, 04:03 AM
There was no greater compliment Lena could wish for than a friendly wink and a smile from Melissandra, and the girl felt her anxiety over being late evaporate. Mel was calling for the microphone, the tavern was bustling, and Lena was behind the counter. All was right with the world.

Krath placed her squarely in front of their dark haired customer, which brought Lena out of her thoughts with a startled blink. Her eyes moved back to the customer's, who's gaze seemed to be wandering over her body. Finally, the man requested something to wake him up. Lena grinned.

"Well, I've got-"

She was interrupted by Mel at the microphone, but waited politely. It was always good to hear Melissandra's velvety smooth voice, and Lena never minded waiting. The giant spider was introduced, and Lena made a mental note of the creature's name.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Michael rise from his seat. Lena's breath caught in her throat in expectation. Would they hear some poetry tonight too? What luck!

There was a pause, and the bartender turned her attention back to her customer. "I think I've got something for you," she said with a wink.

Krath and Lena differed on their idea of a great wake up drink. It was obvious by expression of one of the other customers that her companion had already served up his firey concoction. Her specialty was much simpler, but burned just as well.

"Only three ingredients, but that's enough," Lena said as she poured a few liquids into a shot glass. Her grin returned as she pushed the glass towards her customer. "It's called a 'bull sweat.' Just try not to hate me after you drink it, okay?"

Higurashi
10-20-2010, 10:53 PM
Dusk gingerly took the glass and lifted it to his lips. He took a sniff of the concoction before downing it in one go. As far as common sense goes, this was likely a bad idea. Unlike many of the taverns residents, Dusk did not have any built up alchohol tollerance. This and the other missing immunities, had a strange effect on him.

Rather than the burning wake up intended by the sexy bartendress, Dusk started feeling a growing warmth in his chest, and interestingly enough to him, his loins. Blining oddly, Dusk's vision began to swim and swirl. It seemed to him that everything was swirling and twisting, with several of his vision layers interacting in strange ways. Looking up at the bartendress, Dusk saw her in a rather odd way.

He swore to himself, in his half-dazed state, that the woman was doing something which in reality she wasn't. To his vision, she was slowly removing some rather revealing articles clothing. To anyone else watching, Dusk was actually swaying on the barstool he was sitting on. What happened next, Dusk wasn't sure if he entirely regreted upon hearing of it later.

Dusk leaned forward, and rested his head in his hand for a moment. He then got up rather sharply off the barstool, moving with a smooth and visually appealing grace. He then leaned over the bar, and kissed the bartendress directly but not forcefully on the lips.

Anne Bonny
10-21-2010, 12:54 AM
Lena had seen a lot of different reactions to her concoction, but this was by far the most interesting. She had been watching the customer with a half-smile of amusement, a mischievious sparkle in her eyes. She had expected a wince, a cough, and a demand for something to get the taste out of his mouth. But what he did took her completely by surprise.

The girl froze for half a second, almost unbelieving of what was happening. But a little spontinaity wasn't such a bad thing, she reasoned, and he wasn't a bad looking guy, and he was being gentle...

It seemed natural to respond, and Lena returned his kiss with pleasure, playfully, and with surprising tenderness for a stranger. When she pulled away, Lena bit her lower lip as she felt a sudden blush warming her cheeks.

"Now that's what I call a good tip," she said with a giggle and a wink. "Here, let me get you an ale to wash that down. You taste like that horrible shot."

Bia
10-21-2010, 01:02 AM
Keely had been watching the man with interest...but was shocked at the results. Instead of shivering and possibly even crying out loud, he seemed to rock back and forth, staring at the female bartender in a very inappropriate way. Suddenly, he leaned forward and kissed the bartender full on the mouth! And instead of pulling away with a possible slap, the bartender returned it, and flirted mercilessly.

Suddenly uncomfortable, Kee averted her gaze quickly, clearing her throat. Looking around the room, she searched for something else to pay attention to. Her gaze settled on the the stage and microphone, where a huge spider thing was milling about.

Higurashi
10-21-2010, 08:37 PM
Dusk blinked and the vision drifted from his sight. He blinked again and noticed the odd looks that some of the other patrons were giving him. What had he just done? He didn't know to tell the truth. hedidn't remember anything that had happened in the last few seconds. As such the bartendress's comment confused him.

He waited patiently for her to come back before speaking again. "Uh, ma'am," he said slowly. "May I ask what I just did?" While he was thinking this, he unconsiously slid his hand to his lips, feeling a tingling sensation.

spirits breath
10-22-2010, 03:35 PM
Looking along the tavern, mainly the ceiling. Wood, and bent at a workable angle. with the base setup deemed usable, his exoskeletion snapped and the veins thinned as he walked onto the stage. Looking up several times to keep aligned. "Give me a few minutes to set up." He spoke with a light tone.

Near the wall, he made a small glob of sticky thread for the base. The thread continued to flow from him as he walked onto the wall and to the ceiling.There he made a small sticky glob again and then the stronger non-prey catching thread as he drooped down from the ceilingto make a small glob on the stage again. This he did 14 more times in order to construct a harp. Ruged, but it had several strong strings that were at different lengths andwas secured.

Facing the croud, Amei gave a light bow before speaking up. "I am ready to begin." Taking a place in the center of the 'harp' he began to raise up on five legs, the one extra for balance so he wouldn't bplace all his weight on the threads. They were strong, but they couldn't resist all his weight.

Three legs were placed at different areas of the harp and began to pull it in a near mozzart fashion, recreating the turkish March. As much as it wasn't visible, his eyes were closed as he began to pull the strings with a light grace.

After about four minutes, Amei stopped playing and faced the crowd to a low bow. "Thank you, and if anyone wants, they can give this a try. And I will also remove this before I leave." He bagan to walk off the stage.

MikeZZZ
10-22-2010, 07:52 PM
After almost dying of laughter at Lena and her patrons reaction, Mike turned to the stage and watched the Spider. He was slightly amused as the Spider created a crude harp, and even more so when it began to play. After watching the Spider thing perform, Mike was amazed. He had seen alot of talent pass through the tavern, but to create a harp, then use it decent enough.....that was something new. As the Spider left the stage, Mike stood up and began to clap in apreciation. After a good thirty seconds, Mike stood up and excused himself from the Robot thing.

He slowly made his way to the bar, angling past Mellissandra. As he passed, he slipped her a note, and continued walking, reaching the bar, he heard the stranger ask what he had done to Lena. Laughing a bit, Mike walked over to help the poor guy out. "Hi, I'm Mike." He said sticking out his hand politely, and as for what you did.....I think you need another drink before that. With a wink at Lena, he said "I'll take my usual dear, and one for this man."

Anne Bonny
10-23-2010, 05:31 AM
The sudden kiss had been surprising. But was even more amazing was the fact that, even a few seconds later, the customer didn't remember anything he had just done. One of Lena's eyebrows arched upward. A likely story.

She was about to comment on the man's sudden case of amnesia when the most enchanting music filled the air. Feeling her anger evaporate into the air, Lena glanced up at the stage. The spider, Amei as she recalled, was playing a gorgeous melody on a harp it looked like he had spun himself. The girl stood in silent wonder. By far, the best thing about her job was the people (and creatures) that came in, and the wondrous things that came along with them.

Amei finished, and the tavern erupted into applause, with Lena along with it. It wasn't until Michael approached that she was brought back to the here and now.

Oh right, she mused to herself. The forgetful stranger.

She was already mixing Michael's drink before he asked; the green tea had been steeping for some time (Krath probably had it going before she arrived), and all she had to do was add the whiskey.

She slid the cup across the bar to her long-time friend and turned her attention back to her promiscuous customer. "Don't remember what you did, hm?" Lena asked, her eyebrow arching upward again in suspicion. "I don't know whether to be offended or relieved."

As Mike requested, she poured an ale for the man, but the bartender made a mental note as she did: Tall Dark and Handsome doesn't get hard liquor.

With a sigh, she handed him the ale and turned her attention to the rest of the tavern. Everyone else looked fine... mostly. Lena drummed her fingers on the slick surface of the counter.

"How 'bout you, sweetheart?" she called out to a dark haired girl who was watching Amei and looking a bit uncomfortable. Lena nodded to the empty shot glass in front of her. "I see you got one of Krath's specialties. Can I get you something to wash it down?"

Kaiosuke
10-23-2010, 04:42 PM
Kaiosuke stumbled through the door holding a deep gash in his chest from a fight he just finished. His left arm hung limply to the side, smoke rising from the singed skin. He slumps into a chair not even noticing any stares as the blood ran freely through his fingers. He kept drifting in and out of consciousness not even taking in his surroundings. All he knew was he needed medical attention, but he didn't even know where he was.

MikeZZZ
10-25-2010, 09:11 PM
Mike grabbed his tea/whiskey drink from the counter and turned to the stage. Taking a sip, he noticed the lack of movement on it, and decided that now was as good a time as any. Walking Briskly forward, he stepped up to the microphone. "Attention, I'm Mike, and I'll be reading some poetry for you tonight. Now this little piece was created by me, and it involves a certain traveler wandering in his own way. I'm not one to delay, so here I go.

Wandering Traveler

Over the dusty road
the traveler's feet do carry
a load so light, his feet they do not tarry
past mountain spring, and wandering brook
through tunnels long forgotten
destination unknown he wander's through wasteland
and city alike
never tiring, never stopping
never sleeping, never resting
till upon a hill far away
a city he does spy
walking closer he does see
a sign "Travelers Tavern" he says to himself
memories surfacing of times past and past again
walking in, he is greeted warmly
with a drink, a fire, and many new and old faces
taking a bow he jumps on a table and sings sweetly
.........................................
at the end there is silence
with open mouths and wondering eyes they watch
slowly he steps down
picking up his coat he heads for the door
for the traveler never stops or rests
but wanders forevermore
"till next time" he say's with a bow at the door
then he is gone
to wander once more this place
this dimension we call home.........."

Taking a short bow, Mike stepped off the stage, grabbing his drink from the bar where he left it, he slowly made his way to his seat. As he walked memories of the old times, surfaced then vanished, leaving him with a slight tearing up around the eyes. Hiding it in his drink, he took a sip and sat down. To enjoy the solitude of this place once more.

spirits breath
10-27-2010, 03:01 PM
Walking to the side by the edge of the bar, he remained croutched. Or his natural stance. Using his several legs, heraised his rear slightly, and then lowered his head. "Mi'lady." He rose up again. " Would you like to try something different? Nothing invasive, but perhaps you would be willing to assist in making something. I came here to spread my abilities, and by the looks of the others here, many don't much like the sight of a spider. So in a way to both show that spiders aren't things to be feared or killed on sight. As well as to show my trade. But I do beleive I owe this place for my drink."

Walking up tp the bar, and while climbing it, Amei pressed his arm into a chitenous plate to try and pull out a small gem. While red in color, and semi clear, he placed the small ruby onto the bar.

Moments later another two legged being came in, making a lovely mess of blood. Asking for medicical attention in a universal clutch over a bleeding wound. " You know stranger, you may think of me taking you as prey. But relax and I won't have to drug you so you would not be hitting my eyes.

With a quick walking motion, He used his legs to semi restrain the man. Pushing out a liquidy base for thread onto the mans chest. Rotating him as if a delectable fly or a bee caught in his web. The mans waist was at his spinneretts as he continued to rotate him. Thin lines of strong silk wound around him. His legs splitting attention between pulling the mans wound closer to the threading organs and lifting up the arms so they wouldn't be trapped inside.

About a minute later, the man was tightly bound chest wise and softly placed on the ground. "Names Amei. And nothing personal, but I must let you know. I didn't plan on trying to help you. More as prepping prey, only the rational thinking to not make you into a liquidy pulp stopped me. And I would still advise someone to look at that in a bit. May only be holding it off. But I am still figuring your kind out."

Amei then turned and began to walk away. Walking up to the man who finished his poem to raise up a leg. "I appologise for not entirely hearing your poem, but would you mind checking on the man who just walked in. I would assume you would know more about your kind than I."

MikeZZZ
10-30-2010, 06:50 PM
As Mike was enjoying his drink, the Spider creature walked up to him. ]"I appologise for not entirely hearing your poem, but would you mind checking on the man who just walked in. I would assume you would know more about your kind than I."


Turning to look, he saw a man laying on the floor bleeding. Standing up, Mike adressed the Spider, "Yes I'll take care of that, thank you umm? I didn't catch you're name?"
While waiting for a response, Mike snapped his fingers towards Lena, "Lena, I need a bottle of you're finest whiskey and some clean rags."

Mysteria
10-31-2010, 05:41 PM
Melisandra watched as Amei not only spun a harp but played it, and rather well at that. As he was about to exit the stage Mike had walked up to the bar and handed Melisandra a note with a quick but confusing message on it to her

Melisandra,
There have been some reports of armies heading toward Uniontown, we need to talk.

Melisandra knew that they needed to talk and soon because she knew that if the situation was not of dire importance Mike wouldn't have taken the risk of slipping her the note but Mike had already made his way past her to get his drink and also to offer one to Dusk who seemed to be a bit confused. After retrieving his drink Mike made his way to the stage and began reciting one of the many poems that he had written. Melisandra loved listening to Mikes poetic recitals but her enjoyment was temporarily interrupted as Amei spoke to her

"Mi'lady. Would you like to try something different? Nothing invasive, but perhaps you would be willing to assist in making something. I came here to spread my abilities, and by the looks of the others here, many don't much like the sight of a spider. So in a way to both show that spiders aren't things to be feared or killed on sight. As well as to show my trade. But I do believe I owe this place for my drink."

The truth was that spiders made her nervous too but Amei had a good point. Maybe if she did allow Amei to do something to her some of the newer patrons to the Tavern would see that all races and species, at least while in Untiontown were not only welcome but also compatible in many ways. For now however, there were other things to attend to of more importance and being the ever sociable and knowing how to be diplomatic person that Melisandra was, she offered a smile to Amei along with "That sounds like a very interesting idea and maybe we can work on that in a little bit but I've got an important matter to attend to at the moment. Perhaps you can settle up your bill awhile and we will talk in a bit." Her smile was warm and genuine and she hoped that Amei could tell she wasn't trying to ignore him, that she was just extremely busy.

Melisandra listened to the end of Mikes poem and watched as he walked back to his seat while her own steps took her closer to Lena and Krath even as she noticed the melancholy that seemed to have suddenly overtaken Mike. It seemed they all had their own demons, and they had all carried them for some time now.

So engrossed had Melisandra been in the meaning of Michaels note that she had failed to see the newcomer coming in with a gashing wound. Before she had a chance to offer assistance Amei was taking care of the gentleman, in what seemed to be a very unorthodox way to her that she was not familiar with but she had to trust that Amei knew what he was doing. The man appeared to be some type of warrior but what worried her even more was who had he been in a fight with. Did this have to do with Mike's note or was it something else?

After having bound the man tightly in his webbing to stop the bleeding Amei asked Mike to check over the man and make sure he was okay since his own species far differed from that of the human kind.

Melisandra moved to action as she heard Mike speaking to Lena "Lena, I need a bottle of you're finest whiskey and some clean rags." Taking the rags from Lena behind the bar along with a bottle of the Taverns best whiskey Melisandra thanked Lena but only after leaning up close and saying to Lena in a low voice "We need to talk as soon as this is dealt with." Her tone was serious enough to ensure that Lena understood there was a problem elsewhere. With a nod of her head she continued "Let Krath know, and in a few moments hopefully we will know what is going on." She hated to not divulge any further information but first she had to make sure that the newest patron to the Triple T was doing okay.

Moving to Mike's side Melisandra handed over the whiskey and rags to Mike as she began removing the webbing that Amei had wrapped around the man just enough to see the extent of the wound. The wound was worse than she had anticipated and although Amei had constricted the blood from flowing too fast with his wrapping, drastic measures would be needed.

By that time Krath and Lena had left the bar to be attended by one of the many other barkeeps that were in the employ of the Tavern and had leaned down to assist Michael and Melisandra. As the others gathered around the mans breathing had become labored and fearing that he may be slipping fast Melisandra did the only thing she felt she could do, even if her reasons weren't just to help him. She needed him to be awake so she could find out what happened to him and if it tied to the possible threat that Mike had mentioned in his note. Shielded from the view of the rest of the Triple T's patrons and surrounded by those she trusted most, Melisandra brought her index finger to her mouth and with a quick bite quickly punctured the skin. Placing her hands near Michael's as he attended the wound she allowed her blood to mix with the strangers. It would help to heal him but the downside was that at a minimum it would link him to her for the rest of his life, and if enough of blood was required to help him heal, it could even turn him completely. It was a risk she would have to take.

Mike worked feverishly over the warrior as luckily for them, another patron took the stage to perform leaving them to attend to the stranger uninterrupted. Blood continued to flow at a fast pace and Melisandra knew he needed more of her blood but she didn't dare bite him for a transfusion. Not here. Squeezing her hand into a fist she forced her blood to flow more rapidly down into his wound. If he took much more she was certain he would end up turning. After what seemed like several moments his bleeding slowed as his breathing began to regulate.

Looking to the others Melisandra said "Help me get him into one of the other rooms." Looking down at the stranger and back to the others with a look of importance that only they could ever understand she added "We need to talk."

Kaiosuke
10-31-2010, 06:00 PM
Kaiosuke didn't know what was happening. He felt a slighlty sticky yet soft substance being wrapped around him. This helped his bleeding a bit and slowed the flow, however the wrapwas a tad tight which made his burnt arm sting. Suddenly the tightness relaxed a bit and he felt the stinging of alcoholin his wound. He knew it would not be enough. He could feel death's embrace as he slowly slipped into unconscienceness. As he continued to die he suddenly felt a stinging that made hime feel as if every nerve in his body was on fire. He felt the life start trickling back into him. As he started to open his eyes a bit he saw a woman kneeling over him squeezing her hand over his wound. Her blood trickled into his wound and as each dropped entered e felt more of his life return. He was being carried as he heard the woman tell the others to help her get him into another room. As he was being lifted he was able to gasp out, "T-thank you." and he passed out sure he would survive.

Higurashi
10-31-2010, 10:02 PM
Dusk watched the events with a grim silence. Something was bothering him about the events unfolding. The feeling was more so than was normal for a man suddenly stumbling in with a near-fatal wound. Blinking in many different ways, Dusk switched between his different visions. Finally, after a few tries, he came to one that intruiged him.

It was a world of shadows in that view, with everything being shades of white, grey, and for one person, black. The patron that had suffered the wound was a light grey, that was suddenly turning sullen. The reason apparent was the person who was black. This appeared to be the owner or founder of the inn. She was a rich, creamy black, and now Dusk saw something that enraged him silently.

The woman was squeezing her fist as if in agitation, or so it would appear to others. What Dusk could see was what enraged him. Slowly, as if in slow motion almost, drips of the black were dripping from her clenched hand down to the man, right above his wound. With each drop, the man's color became darker, as if he were being poisoned. Dusk did not know of Mellisandra's secret, but he knew something dark was happening, yet helping the man at the same time.

Once the healing was done, Dusk switched back to regular vision, having seen enough. He stepped forward with a sudden grace and quickness, sweeping up the man in his arms alone and swiftly carrying him off to one of the Inn's many rooms. He was somehow gentle despite the quickness, trying not to disrupt the man's slumber. Setting the man onto the bed and pulling a light blanket over him, Dusk turned back to those assembled who had followed him, his eyes changed to a peircing yellow. This vision was more of a heat vision. The founder, unlike everone around her, was cold as ice to this vision, not on the surface, but in the core of the body.

GraftRaven
11-01-2010, 01:09 AM
O'Rak'Tao stiffened just when he was about to reply, he was actually receiving a signal from his creators, they had finally found him in space-time. They had also initiated a retrieval program to fetch him, this would teleport him to a specified location and as the process began the surfaces of his metal body began to crawl with lines and circles that began to look like circuitry. Several seconds in the thinnest surfaces began to dissolve into nothing, and after several minutes nothing was left except four of the scarabs, which he had made after becoming separate from the system and therefore stayed behind and began to wander around the tavern aimlessly.

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After he finished talking with Melisandra Krath had begun making rounds among the other customers and was at the bar to witness the reactions of Keely and Dusklight and was almost prevented from completing his duties due to his inability to stop laughing like a maniac. Amei and Mike's performances gave a pleasant backdrop to his work as did discovering a small beetle-like robot that seemed to like him very much as it wouldn't let go of his left wrist and looked like some absurd bracelet.

And then there was this mess with the injured man and a cryptic message from Melisandra, through Lena, to him. To his disdain Krath could only watch as others took care of the newcomer, first Amei, then Mike, and finally Melisandra herself tried their hand at rescuing him, and Mel was successful, though Krath wondered exactly how her blood would effect the stranger in the long run.

He was surprised to see the man that Lena had shaken up earlier swoop down like a hawk and whisk the man away by himself, but after a moment Krath regained himself and ran after the two of them, opening the door to one of the tavern's empty rooms. As Dusk placed the man on the bed Krath turned to see the crowd that was gathered in the hallway, then back to the room, then back to the crowd, this time focusing on Melisandra, waiting to see what she would say.

Bia
11-01-2010, 01:47 AM
Keely had not been paying attention to anything. The bloody guy got a little flicker of interest, but it wasn't anything she hadn't seen before...her mind flashed back to the Emporian and Human War. Man that was bad...

She could almost smell the scent of adrenaline and anger that surrounded them as the fighting ensued. The blood and flying colors as the Emporians used their various powers, and the Humans used those fire things...guns they were called. The sound of war cries and agonizing screams. The taste of that weird gunpowder stuff on her tongue. The feel of the sleek cherry wood bow and the tension as she pulled the string back next to her ear. The guampa's (Emporians version of a human horse, looks similar to a large sheep) powerful muscles under her as it ran across the plains toward the waiting Humans. Those were bad times...Kee was just glad it was over.

She picked at the table grain absently as she reminisced.

MikeZZZ
11-01-2010, 04:18 PM
Mike did his best to help the stranger, and even shielded Mellissandra so she could work as well. Finally she saved him, and as she stood up and ordered him to another room, she said to the others, "We need to talk."
"And not just about what you did as well." Mike thought to himself. As he glanced around the taver, he noticed one of the patrons giving weird looks at Mellissandra. "I'm going to have to watch that guy." He thought to himself as the man approached and carried the stranger to a back room. The wounded patron roused himself enough to say thank you, then faded back to unconciousness. Hopefully Mellissandra had not transfered to much blood to the man, and hopefully it hadn't been noticed in the confusion. If it had, well, there was always plan B..... Mike shuddered to himself not even wanting to remember that plan.

After making sure the man was taked care of, Mike made his way to the regular meeting place, a little known, and little used back room of the Tavern. Grabbing his bag and computer on the way. Taking a seat at the table, Mike began to shift through the reports that he had gathered, and the pictures that had been sent. It didn't look like alot of good news, but it wasn't bad news either. If his reports were correct, some complications for Mellissandra especially were on the way to the tavern. As he waited for the other's to get free of thier duties, Mike began to map out the reports on his computer, adding pictures as he could.

Kaiosuke
11-01-2010, 11:33 PM
Kaiosuke was healing at an alarming rate. He felt the light blanket and could feel the beads of sweat forming on his body. He opened his eyes to see the newest stranged staring down the ones who had helped him. He could feel a slight change in him. His strength was returning and soon he would be able to walk, somewhat. His eyes were darkening as the change progressed and he could "feel" the woman nearby. "Feel" was the only word he could find to somewhat describe what he was feeling. He had been through many battles and many injuries. Felt the worst pains, yet, he had never felt this before. His arm no longer smoked from the burn, infact as he managed to open his eyes a little, he realized that his arm was perfectly fine. He had also completely stopped bledding now. As his stremgth continued to return he felt like he might be able to walk now, although he was to afraid something bad might happen if he tried, so he remained laying down listening to his surroundings.

spirits breath
11-03-2010, 01:56 AM
Walking silently across the taverns floow, he homed in on Melisandra. He felt guilty, not knowing what else to do besides attempting to wrap him up like prey. Is that why humans hate spiders? how we just go after things simple mindingly. Waiting with patience as we go and make intricate designs to lure our prey? No wonder we are looked at and killed based on fear alone.

He watched what was done to the human, speaking softly to himself. "So you drip blood into wounds. Makes sense. replace the lost blood and it can help. As well as rest. Hopefully i don't get injured."

He waited a minute before looking up at Melisandra. His head cocked slightly to the side as he lowered his heead in a light bow. "Mi'lady. Would you mind helping me make a small peice of tapestry? A canvas moreso. Then I can make a few dyes off leg, but since you work here, you wouldn't happen to have any would you? Or nail polish. I can weave in designs, but it is much easier to see them when they are shown with colors."

Amei began to break his form, making it smaller still. It was an excruciating pain, but in the end he was roughly half his size, or about fifty pounds he was a little larger than knee high, and with legs extended was the size of a average mans armspan. He then began to climb up onto the bar and speak again. "As you see, I can change size at will. Which has benefits and drawbacks. Smaller I get, I can do much more. I eat less, weigh less, can get in smaller places and make smaller webs. But I also get easier to kill as well. My largest would put my eyes at about your chest. Easily whisk a person away. Had to make myself smaller to get into here. But well, let me begin."

Small lines trailed amei. Thick ones, but was still small for the four by 1.5 foot rectangle he was making. unfortunatly he would have to make it about three layers so that it wouldn't fall apart. He started off, making one inch at a time at each column. About five minutes passed before he was halfway done. "If you like, you can feel where I started. Though don't touch the spot I am working on please. It could ruin this as they are still very much able to send signals to me. And it tickles."

Mysteria
11-10-2010, 12:22 AM
Melisandra could not only feel many eyes upon her but could also feel her connection to the wounded man intensifying as the bleeding slowed. She watched as the new comer lifted him and heard a barely audible "T-thank you" when he was whisked away and carried into another room.

She had been right on their heels until she heard Ameis voice cutting through the crowd directed at her "Mi'lady. Would you mind helping me make a small peice of tapestry? A canvas moreso. Then I can make a few dyes off leg, but since you work here, you wouldn't happen to have any would you? Or nail polish. I can weave in designs, but it is much easier to see them when they are shown with colors."

Melisandra didn't have time for conversing right now, there were things that needed attending to. Stepping passed him she smiled slightly saying "I'm sorry, but I don't actually work here and I don't have any nail polish. Maybe one of the tavern maids might know how to get their hands on some quick if you ask." Never breaking stride she added "Excuse me, but I've got some other things that I need to help Krath with, but please in the meantime enjoy the entertainment."

The drink that Krath had fixed for Keely seemed to have helped her wake up although at this point she seemed to be lost deep within her own thoughts and Melisandra couldn't help but wonder what lost time and place she was thinking about.

Luckily for her some of the regulars to the tavern had taken it upon themselves to keep things moving on the stage while other things had been happening. Stepping into the room where the others had gathered around the injured man she quickly assessed the situation.

Laying her hand upon his chest to check the bleeding she could sense his passing back and forth between realms and knew that the likelihood of his not changing now was slim to none. Melisandra looked up at the others "Lets give him some room." As if on cue Michael began walking towards the door as she continued, directing herself to Lena, Krath, and Michael "If you'll give me a minute to thank our new friend I will be right with you." Melisandra watched as they left the room, making sure to pull the door shut behind them as they did so that the injured man might have some quiet and privacy from all the peering eyes that had gathered around milling about outside of the door.

When they had gone Melisandra smiled at the stranger, extending her hand and flashing him a smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name. My name is Melisandra." Even as he shook her hand she felt something unfamiliar to her and sensed that he too was not the average human, and his quizzical look hadn't gone unnoticed. In a quick effort to quell his would be questions she continued "I'm very good friends with the owners of this establishment and I'm sure they would like to show their appreciation for your help, won't you please have a drink on the house?"

Looking back at what she took to probably be a soilder of some sort she said "All kinds come through this very magical place, so many different life forms, both magical and non magical, human and non human. I wonder what world he is from?" With a shrug then she finished "I guess we will just have to wait until he has regained his strength a bit to find out his story. If you will excuse me now I've some other things to attend to, maybe when I'm done with that I'll see you back at the bar but, we should let him to rest now."

Melisandra was already on her way to the door and stepping out into the crowd she saying as she did so "Excitements over everyone, go enjoy yourselves with some Triple T entertainment!" She nodded to Dusk as he made his way back to the bar and she headed the other direction towards the room where she knew the others would be waiting.

Stepping inside she left out a big sigh as she plopped down in the chair, before finally speaking "Damn, that was close and I'm not sure that I've appeased everyone and their questioning looks, but it's going to have to wait."

Looking towards Michael she added "Okay Mike, what's up? I know this has to be important or you wouldn't have bothered us with it." By the look on Mike's face, Melisandra had a sinking feeling it wasn't good news either.

MikeZZZ
11-10-2010, 03:21 AM
After Mellissandra stepped inside, she plopped down in the chair, before finally speaking "Damn, that was close and I'm not sure that I've appeased everyone and their questioning looks, but it's going to have to wait." Looking towards Michael she added "Okay Mike, what's up? I know this has to be important or you wouldn't have bothered us with it."

"Well, for one thing, there is an army headed toward Uniontown, and not a friendly one from my reports. So far, we don't have much to go on about them, but we do know that they are multidimensional, and can control it. A dangerous combination if I ever saw one......" trailing off, Michael noticed Mellissandra giving him ...that look.....

MikeZZZ
11-10-2010, 04:37 AM
Sliding some of the folders across the table, he continued, "It also appears that this army has some.....special people in it as well." Giving a slight nod toward Mellissandra as he said it. "Yes, special like Mel, special. and that worries me. Now we don't know the intentions of this army, and I"d rather not scare this town into nothingness again. So I'd like everone to keep this a secret. In those packets you will find a few pictures, and all the information we have on this army. Detailed or not. Do NOT let anyone else get ahold of those folders no matter what....We all know why, and how this town and tavern was formed. So we all know the risks involved right now. I'll be paying a visit to this army to see what is going on, if you want to gather any friends and go with me, that would be great." Finishing his speech/lecture, Michael leaned back in his seat. "Anyone else have a question?" he asked.


http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20061211215505/lotr/images/f/f5/Group_of_Uruk-Hai.jpg.jpg

That is a small fragment of the army heading toward us, unfortunately all that is shown are the people like you Mellissandra....

So far this army has killed 20-30 of my personally trained border guards, and appears to be heading in a direct line toward Uniontown. Intentions of this army are unknown.

Higurashi
11-10-2010, 09:31 PM
Dusk sat down at the bar, thinking about what he had seen. He wondered what it meant. 'What could that blackness be?' he thought to himself. 'I've never seen anything like it. It almost looked like she was... infecting him with it. But what would the infection be? Poison? Or something else....'

As he thought, another being entered the bar. It was quite small, and rugged looking. With the appearance of a abandoned half human half goblin, there didn't seem to be alot going in the creature's favor. As it made it's way across the Tavern, it scanned the crowd, looking for someone. Its eyes rested on Dusk finally, and it grinned a despicable toothy smile.

Dusk had barely turned around to go confront Mellisandra when he was tackled into the bar by whatever the thing was. It clawed and bit him, trying to get a single sharp dagger-like object into him. Dusk rolled away from the creature to avoid it, and he brought up his crossbow.

The creature leaped at him with an unexpectedly large jump. Dusk pulled the trigger, and his bolt flew true. It took the creature straight through the middle of its neck, flinging, and then pinning it against the Bar mirror. The bolt shattered the mirror with a tinkling of glass, and then stuck in thee wood behind it.

More of the creatures entered, and started to attack Dusk in the same way as the first. When all was done, fifteen of the damned things lay around Dusk's feet, and hanging from precarious positions via a bolt pinning them to it.

StormWolf
11-30-2010, 11:31 PM
Branulf smiled and rested his head against Gilraen's as they looked up at the shimmering, multi-colored stars together from their place on the bench. The warmth of her hand around his arm reminded him of that night they spent huddled together under his cloak on the plains of Rohan. That was a night he would never forget and a night he wished came to its completion.

"So Branulf, tell me, what brings you back here, to this place. Why have your journeys once again brought you back to Uniontown?" he heard Gilraen's musical voice chime gently in the night, making him smile ever so slightly.

"I needed a change of scenery. Rohan was getting so dull. Without you there, all of Middle Earth was."

Gilraen nuzzled her head lightly against Branulfs shoulder as he spoke, a soft smile gracing her fair features. With others, Branulf could often times come across as terse or cold, the epitome of a Rhohan rider, but with her he had always been warm, almost protective at times.

"Branulf, you know as well as I that all places can become boring after the passing of time." The sound of Gil speaking shimmered quietly through out the cool evening air as she continued in a teasing voice "And besides, you know me, I never was content to sit still in one place for too long and no one seems to be able to keep up with me and the way that I wander."

Gilraens eyes danced of merriment as she continued "And, the truth is that no ones been able to get me to want to stay in one spot" Grinning she quickly added "Yet."

The words that Gilraen spoke were complete truth. No one had ever caused her to want to stop going on adventures or had attempted going on them with her. No one had ever been able to tie her down. No one had ever come close, no one that is, other than Branulf. As the stars in the curtain of night cascaded their light softly down upon the beautiful garden surrounding them Gilraen closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

It was so good to be in his presence again.

Branulf chuckled at Gilraen's remark about being tied down. In truth, the thought of keeping Gilraen in one place seemed to be as absurd as tying down the winds. He simply thought it to be impossible, but that didn't stop Branulf from trying. Ever since Branulf and Gilraen shared that first kiss of theirs, he had been attempting to court her ever since.

"Yet? Well, I hope that whatever man you deem worthy of tying you down in one place is up to the challenge. I can only imagine how stubborn and mule headed such a man must be." Branulf spoke in a tone heavy with playful sarcasm, playing along with Gilraen's little game. Only now, being away from the thick smell of alcohol and smoke, did Branulf smell Gilraen's scent - the smell of forests fresh in winter.

"But it seems, my little elf, that you have finally met a man who can keep up with you and track you down beyond the ends of the earth."

Gilraen turned and caught Branulfs silhouette along with his long golden locks blowing across his face in the moonlight as her eyes locked onto his. Smiling softly she replied "If he wishes to keep up with me, he needs to be up to the challenge. Just because he can find me, doesn't mean that he can keep up with me."

Branulfs gaze never waivered from her face as she teased him with her words. Remaining fixated that way for several moments Gilraen finally looked away when her sensitive hearing seemed to pick up a noise she couldn't quite distinguish. A few moments later her eyes flashed a bright silver. The feeling lingered slightly but was not overwhelming her so she dismissed it, not wanting to alarm Branulf with it. She knew him, and knew that if danger were near he would wish to protect her despite whatever objections she may or may not have.

After having waited for a few moments to be certain the feeling of danger did not return she arose from her seat beside Branulf and walked over to a row of one of the many various wildflowers that grew within the gardens of the Tavern and bending over close to them, she breathed in deeply. It reminded her of home.

"Isn't the garden beautiful this time of year Branulf?" Even as the last syllable slipped off of her tongue she could sense him very near to her, along with every other movement that was happening in the nearby vicinity surrounding them and the Tavern.

Either her senses were on alert, or she was just feeling the blush of being so very close to Branulf again.

Branulf smiled with her, nodding in affirmation of her observation. "Aye, very beautiful, but I have something better right here." he tightened his arms around Gilraen's side, pressing his brow against hers, letting the smell of her sweet breath fill him with life. Branulf's heart started to flutter as thoughts started to fill his head. Perchance he and Gilraen would be able to finish what they started so many years ago.

To feel Branulfs strong hands gently upon her once again was enough to cause her to relinquish herself to the moment and let herself relax against him. She didn't even answer him out loud but rather instead allowed the unspoken language speak for her as she lay her head on his shoulder.

The moment was however short lived, her senses again flaring as her eyes burned a silvery white with the threat of danger which could no longer be ignored. Gilraen felt herself stiffen in Branulfs embrace as she pulled her head back and those white eyes burned into his.

"I sense danger Branulf, something is amiss inside of the tavern." Even as she spoke the words she was beginning to scan her surroundings and pulling the dagger from inside of her vest. Apparently she had picked the wrong time to leave her bow in Gwains safe keeping.

Turning her attentions back to Branulf but keeping the dagger handier than it already had been she spoke again "I think we should at least go check out whatever it is, you know this never happens without good cause."

Branulf sighed and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger. He knew she was right, but he wished she wasn't. It seemed like every time they started something intimate, fate would intervene and put itself right between himself and her.

With a growl, Branulf nodded and stood, his hand on his sword. "Very well, Gilraen. Let us investigate." he supressed a sneer. When they found whatever the disturbance was, he was going to cut it in to so many pieces, it could be cast in to the wind and be lost like ashes.

Branulfs reaction was exactly as Gilraen knew it would be, but there would be other times for them, and Gilraen would damn well make sure that it happened but now was not the time.

Gilraens eyes softened, turning almost entirely back to their normally azure blue. Not giving Branulf a chance to react she quickly placed a kiss on his cheek then grabbing one hand led him off in the direction of the tavern.

She didn't know what exactly had set her senses off, but one way or another, she was going to find out what had caused it.