*She raised her glass as well, tinking it gently, just wanting to hear the singing of glass against glass. She nodded in agreement with the toast and turned a questioning eye to their guest*
Erandi * Alixra looked at this new cleric then back at Erandi. * Indeed as long as you have a level head on your shoulders and heal us time to time… I have no problems with another person to make the road a little less lonely. * Razes his glass and last swallow of wine. * To our life and continuing health.
Alixra <andruith@yahoo.com> *Erandi quirked an amused brow to this newcomer. Ranger...a dangerous line of work. She couldn't keep the easy grin off her face. She settled herself into her chair and leaned forward*
Erandi <ShadowedSidhe@hotmail.com> *Somewhat bewildered by the coarsing scream just in the alley adjacent to him. Valmaeus stands from his perch commanding his minion to follow him. Pulling his cloak around him, letting it's inky blackness envelope him, shielding his gainly frame from the cold of the night, his pale skin telling of the many cold nights he frequented the graveyards. His breath escaped as he saw the figure who had just murdered a man. A grin crept onto Valmaeus' face as he waited for the other figure to leave.*
Valmaeus Turvalin <behemothdave@yahoo.com>
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fake id <nospam@nospam.com> *Erandi turns from Alixra to the boisterous person on the other side of the room. She quirks a brow and watches, amused by something. She motions slowly and inconspicuously for her new companion to hold his place and watch as she is. She leans over to Alixra carefully and whispers in Elvish*
Erandi *Walking feet away from Derriks table, he wisps his cape over his shoulder and unretidely thrusts his bag to the ground as he uses his other hand to point at the bummed looking fellow* "Hello mate! If you'd just sit down a moment at that there bar I might have a bit o' an errand for ye' to run. Interested?" *He says as he raises one eyebrow waiting for a reply...*
ThalosOrmir <shaye01s@excite.com> *She hoisted her pack, testing the weight and looked back to her new companion*
Erandi Moved though the city with a perpose looking at every being that passed his hate was the only thing that kept him going these day... It was the elves falt that his mother and father where killed and that hew grew up alone. To hell with them they will pay in time well two of them. He topld him self as he loward his cloke to feel the rain agenst his face and all that was seen was his pale pointy ears agensed his black hair.
Darkblade *Nods thankfuly as he is handed the last swallow of the wine*
Alixra *With a nod she took up her pack and downed what was left of the wine she'd paid for, offering the last swallow to Alixra. She wiped the edges of her mouth on the back of her sleeve and offered a hand to her friend*
Erandi A cold gust of wind blew his cloak in all directions. His eyes were a two disks of ice moving around for a purpose. People in this town moved out of this mans way as his black Armor was showen to the pesants. The only thing colder then this mans eyes was his heart. A dark road was the only road this man travled a road of hate and self lothing was in his intamit knowlage. He knew of the colder things in this world and Hes would show sertain others.
DarkBlade The Elven Slayer Well my name is Alixra *smiles* and well I......If you do not mind will help you on your way. My sword is yours and what ever compeny I can give you.
Alixra Nightwisper *With an amused grin she shakes his hand, again tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear with her free hand.*
Erandi *Walks into the tavern.* "Tis a long and wet road, to this fair city. But I suspect with all these clouds there will be a silver lining, and that my profits in this town shall be bountiful."
Bartrex Thimblefoot <Sabbat16@yahoo.com> Sorry for the strange excitement If been traviling for a long time. I fear the road has made me a bit weird and Tierd. Makeing me act as if I was no older then one hundred years.
Alixra Nightwisper Perhaps… maybe… Well then? If you are her then good news all around blessed be.
Alixra Nightwisper *Again she laughs, finding it physically painful to refrain from it.*
Erandi Passing through. Well that would mean you know as mach about this town as I do.
Alixra Nightwisper *She smiled again, not knowing nor caring whether her constant grin was putting off the man before her. She poured herself another glass slowly, and took her time drinking from when it was finally full. She watched him the entire time, looking for signs of impatience or hostility*
Erandi A hope of better time and I am waiting for another ranger from this part of the world thou I don’t think she is showing.
Alixra Nightwisper *She raised her cup with his and nodded in agreement, finishing the last remnants within. Cautiously she watched this elf, not recognizing him. Then again, he had said he was a ranger…and what were the odds of two rangers ever meeting one another? The fact that she was sharing wine with him now seemed strange enough*
Erandi * look at one of his kin… smiles *
Alixra Nightwisper
* She laughed softly, smiling her ever-knowing smile, as she poured him a glass and kicked a seat out for him*
Erandi *Looks over at the female smiles sheepishly at the offer*
Alixra Nightwisper *She raised her silver eyes slowly to the newcomer, holding back a laugh at the loud obscenity. She sipped her chilled wine, keep her gaze locked upon the other elf, surprised to see another of her race this far from their own cities. Upon meeting his glance she raised her cup ever so slightly to him in a friendly gesture, forgetting that her ears were hidden now by her hair.*
Erandi *Looking around not seeing his contact. Alixra let out a a quite curse to the hevens and continued tword the bar.*
Alixra Nightwisper <andruith1@yahoo.com> *Alixra walks in to the bar and shakes of the water from his hood.*
Alixra Nightwisper <andruith1@yahoo.com> *She offered a reassuring smile to the girl across the way, recognizing the look of someone on the road for their first time. She's sure she'd looked the same way herself before. She gestured to the girl, waving her towards the table*
Erandi "Beg pardon", she muttered.
Silvany *Her eyes darted towards the loud sneeze, holding back a childish giggle. She found this amusing, though even she did not know why. Smiling now that the place was filling up a little more she waved down the attention of the barkeep*
Erandi *The candles in the tavern flickered wildly as the door banged open again. The rain poured in. No one stood framed against the door. Suddenly someone peeked in. Gave the room one quick scan. She muttered under her breath and apparently relieved, stepped quickly in. After struggling with the door for qutie some time she finally managed to close it. Although her cloak and hood were wet through she did not unfasten them; instead she pulled the hood lower, the cloak closer. A wet strand of dark hair escaped the hood. She quickly tucked that stray strand back and went to a table by the wall, in the shadows.
Silvany He brushed off his robes and stood, shaking the droplets of water from his clothing. His feet padded softly across the floor as he approached the bar. Smiling up at the bartender he asked,
SoulFire <VSongofSilenceV@aol.com> The winds blew hard this night. The rains poured. Yet still, in the darkness, a figure stumbled through the. He was covered in a soaking wet black cloak. Covered head to toe in water. He leaned heavily upon his staff for support and further truged. He came upon the tavern and smiled a crooked smile, curling one end of lip into a charming and witty gesture. He meekly pushed upon the door to the tavern and stumbled in. He pushed the door hard against the wind and finally it closed. What a relief. He threw off his cloak to reveal blood red robes. He had a strong figure, shaped well and his face was charming. His hair was streaked with gold and silver, and his green eyes reflected intelligence and charm. He dropped into a chair, tired from the fight against the winds and removed his pack. He took out his spellbook and began to study.
SoulFire <VSongofSilenceV@aol.com> Slowly she moves further in, her eyes easing through the darkness. She pauses, hoping and fearing a voice from the shadows. The wind outside howls and she sighs as she pulls a chair from beside a table. It's movement echoes off the walls and if the room we any more still she would have been able to hear the spiderweb arching between the chair and table snapping.
Erandi *She enters slowly, cautiously. Her silver eyes pierce the gloom and as she draws back her dark hood, long raven locks slip forth, tumbling over her shoulders. The slight point of her Elven ears are now hidden as her boots make prints in the dust of the floor, her footfalls echoing off the old walls. She stops, and with her hand against the hilt of her sword she speaks clearly in the common language*
Erandi The solitary figure enters the bar and finds it empty.
Magua *smiles with her eyes, as she takes a small drink of the ale in her hand, not the finest in the house, but at least not watered down. Her thick accent lightens noticeably as she speaks.* No. I'm not from here, I'm from a little bit o' everywhere and a whole lot o' nowhere. And as for the businesswoman part...the only kinds of business I've been involved in are...probably not what you have in mind. But what do I know?
Ranilda And, as the eve stretches on and darkness slowly swallows the land unnoticed by the patrons within this desolate tavern in the midsts of nowhere, a dark figure steadily and silently approaches. Cold winds blow from the north -- a sure indication that in the further reaches of the mountain ranges, winter has already set in -- and blow through the form's cloak, causing it to billow wildly around it's thin frame. Lifting it's hood-covered head, staring ahead with softly glowing golden eyes, the figure quietly chuckles, gaze resting upon the tavern ahead, eyes narrowed as they take in the warm orange light that spills from its windows. Tugging upon its hood, making certain that it is firmly in place and allowing no view of its face tobe had, it wraps its cloak around its thin body, hiding the armor and overwhelming display of weapondry that the night breeze had revealed and walks towards the establishment.
Erik Shard <erik_shard@hotmail.com > *Rasies my eyebrow at the 'misadventures' part but otherwise remains nonchalant* I need a businesswoman as much as I need a waitress. If your company is so highly desired by the patrons of this establishment than perhaps if you took your business elsewhere the proprietor would be more willing to provide you with living quarters. It is often absence which causes other's to apprecate what you bring to your job.. *my lips curve upward but the smile does not touch my eyes* Are you from this quarter? You seem a bit foreign to me.*my eyes light upon you again with interest*
Sister Tarsis Oh, oi'm no waitress. *chuckles*
Ranilda *sips at the froth of my ale and scowls at its bitter taste. I blanch as I hear a loud shriek and look up to see a woman dangling not far above me. I scramble out of her way and then notice several patrons about the gaze upward* Henae shall strike blind the eye that looks up! *as a young fellow closes one eye and squints up with the other I give him a sound boxing on the ear* I expect to see you at the temple tomorrow morning. *I turn away from the laughter of his friends and to Ranilda* That was quite a fall, needless to say waitress was not made to soar... I hope you are unharmed? *I look you over, frowning slightly at your dress- my own the simple dark blue robe of a Sister of Henae*
Sister Tarsis *shrieks as she goes headfirst over the railing, then grasps hold of a short flagpole protruding from a support post in the room below, a pole conveniently placed to halt her descent, though it bent her double in the process and revealed her nether regions to those patrons of the bar drinking at the table directly under said pole...
Ranilda *she gathered up the tattered hem of her faded blue gown, cautiously holding it away from her briar scratched legs as she made her way, barefoot, up the stairs to the tavern, trying to listen at the door*, Quit being such a fraidy cat she chastised herself aloud as she opened the door and slipped quickly within the room, her feet throbbed from the long walk, but there hadn't been time for shoes. Once again there hadn't been time to do much of anything but get out out out. *her angry eyes flickered over all the dark places in the room looking for danger, she undoes the shawl knotted hapharzardly about her shoulders and drapes it about her head, all the better to hide her face more fully in shadows she hoped*, And what brilliant thing shall you do now o wise child she muttered to herself *she limped to a chair and turned it slightly so she may keep her back to a wall and an eye on the door*
Etienne Anjerune * In a drunken hurry to get into the sack, Nikki rushes past Rinalda, his massive bulk sending her carreening out of control, through the bannister and out into the air over the barrom.*
Nikki the Chaotic *giggles and swats at the pinching fingers, then pulls Nikki the rest of the way up the stairs, and into the second door on the left*
Ranilda <Nikki> *After deciding that Quar doesn't deserve his bucket of ale, he places it in the empty one before him, and starts after Ranilda*
Wendigo *mumbling as she goes up the rough wooden steps to the inn level and shaking her head*
Ranilda Up the stairs, second door on the left. Oi'll be roight behind ye, love.
Ranilda <Nikki> *grins to himself over a deal well haggled*
Nikki the Chaotic <Ranilda> *shrugs, ignoring the comment about the horse*
Ranilda <Nikki> Six gold?!?!
Nikki the Chaotic *her eyes sparkle with greed and lust*
Ranilda <Nikki> (OOC= Out of Character. Unearthed Arcana=1st Edition AD&D book. That help?)
Clarification Having spotted his prey of the night, Visilyar decides to make his move. He slowly stands raises from his table in the corner of the pub and quietly makes his way to the door. He fallows in step of the shadows of Derrik D'tanrnia. Picking and chosing his every motion, he thinks to himself " I'm just too good at this." After having chosen the proper area of less people, he decides to make his move. Stealthfully he pulls an old rusted dagger from his side and lunges at Derrik. He grabs hold hanging on as tight as he can with his right arm while holding the blade by derriks face with his left. He speaks in a quiet manner, with some obviouse hesitation in his voice
Visilyar Derrik shrugs at the large figure's speech, not quite sure what "OOC" means, nor what "unearthed arcana" is. He assumes its some form of magecraft and shivers slightly. He looks around nervously, noting the exits of the room, and rises to his feet, a bit unsteadally, making his way towards the door. Another day without work. He makes his way to the small shanty he lives in, praying for an attempted mugging on his way.
Derrik D'tarnia *Raises an eyebrow and chuckles as he reaches out to grab her arm and turn her around to look him in the face*
Nikki the Chaotic *pouts and stamps one foot*
Ranilda <Nikki the Obnoxious> * The Barbarian turns to the comely blonde wench, his stench overpowering that of the split alcohol, sweat, and burning torches of the bar*
Nikki the Chaotic *head snapping up at the word "gold", she sidles over to Nikki, wooden beads clicking together as her long blonde dreds sway back and forth. She presses her barely clad bosom against his side and gazes up at him adoringly, presenting her ample cleavage and well defined legs exposed by a slit in her green skirt. Her clothing is designed to reveal almost more flesh than the local law allows. A simple golden hilted dagger glimmers from the top of her boot. Her green eyes sparkle in the firelight.* Allo, sweet'art. Ye wouldn't be sleepin' alowne tonoight then, would ye? *Smiles, and winks seductively* Moi nayme's Ranilda. Boi me a drink, luv?
Ranilda * A clamour arises outside the bar as a huge Clydesdale bearing a large hairy man wearing nothing but furs and striped pants muscles its way to the post. The man stomps into the bar carrying two buckets. He surveys the room about him, his axe slapping his thigh from where it hangs on his back. He plunks the buckets on the bar, followed by a gold piece.*
Nikki the Chaotic The tavern was dark, barely lit by the torches on the wall. In the corner, where he always was unless he had a job, Derrik D'tarnia nursed his third ale of the night. What possessed him to come to this scum pit of a town, he couldn't guess, but there he was, waiting for some idiot to hire him on as a Caravan Guard or somesuch. HIM. He sighed. The best swordsman in T'nabre, reduced to caravan guard. Or worse, bodyguard. He just couldn't believe it. But luck was luck, and the kingdoms were peaceful - they had been for the last 8 years. Nowhere for an old solder to go. Most people tried to forget him... what he represented. When the royal army disbanded, no one had a use for him, and he had drifted around the kingdom, hiring on for guard duties and even worse things. He shook his head and drained his tankard, leaning back and waiting for the next job to walk through the door. He hoped it didn't take too long, his purse was decidedly light, and the tavernkeeper looked sourly over at him as his empty tankard hit the table.
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