[Nexus] The Sleeping Goblin III: 40% More Drow!

[Dark Elf Bard]

T h e S l e e p i n g G o b l i n

The Sleeping Goblin was named after a friendly goblin that asked for shelter in the present cook's house. There is an upstairs, There are private rooms for your needs, and we can serve whatever you may happen to want, and our cook/bartender is always ready to serve.

Owner: Griktak the Goblin (owned by Agate86)
Bartender/Cook: Marty Aceford (owned by singingnoodle)
Bartender: Aiden (Owned by Rotting Baron)
Bouncer 1: Tyalla (Owned by orb_of_blood)
Bouncer 2: Even (Owned by DoomITP)
Waiter: Hiring
Bard: Corff (Owned by Hipho)
Bard/Nurse: Elkandar B'xarenef (Owned by Dark Elf Bard)

Links to Past Thread (s)
The Sleeping Goblin
(http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=225722)
The Sleeping Goblin II: I Wonder If He's Up Yet? (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=232383)
Menu:
Dishes: Turkey leg: A good tasting, lightly seasoned turkey leg, Marty makes them very juicy. A delicious meal for one not bold enough to try the other dishes.
Kortis Leaf Salad: Kortis leaf is a type of bland, dry, and tasty leaf. When served in a large dosage, it advances willpower. Served with sauce.
Artisan Bread: Marty's special artisan bread, he makes it out of homemade wheat. He uses macadamia, pecan, and walnut nuts in the bread.
Bean soup: This warm soup is made with a variety of beans, such as Lupin beans, white beans, lentil beans, black beans, kidney beans, and navy beans. Yum.
Assorted meats: Marty can serve various types of meats ranging from, chicken, to even the more exotic kinds such as destrachan meat.
Pasta Marty serves, spaghetti, risotto, Frittata, lasagne, gnocchi, calamare, scungille, calzone, sausage with peppers and onions, parmegiana (eggplant, chicken, and broccoli)
Drinks:
Beers, wines, and spirits:Marty has just about every kind of drink available in his kitchen.
Juices: Marty has many types of fruits, the juices range from orange, lemonade, watermelon, to even radish juice.
Other: Marty has a stock of frozen blood in the freezer for the more....exotic requests.
Desserts:
Dessert foods:Fudge, cheesecake, (vegetarian or otherwise), cookies, fruit cakes, and various pies, ranging from cherry, blueberry, strawberry, and even carrot pie. :smalltongue:
Other: Customers are free to request other meals, Marty may or may not have the requested meal.

Note: Fights allowed.

Rooms:

Marty's Room:

Marty's room has purple walls with white outlines. His room has a nice purple carpet salvaged from the Aceford Manor fire. The carpet is warm and fuzzy, there is an odd bulge in the middle of the carpet. On Marty's desk there is an old portrait of Marty, Marty's father, Marty's mother, and Shada. Marty looks happier than anyone has ever seen him. His hair is perfectly done, his eyes shine, and he holds his wife's waist. His wife looks just as happy as him. His Mother looks very happy but his Father is frowning at Marty. Marty has it facing the only window in his room. Marty's bed has a nice blue blanket made of a warm material. Marty's pillows are soft and fuzzy. Marty has a white closet with gold knobs. His clothes hang on white hangers. Marty is very neat and tidy. He has a very small bathroom with a small shower. Marty is a very clean person. Marty has a drawer. The drawer is black with purple knobs. Inside the drawer is a gift addressed to Marty from Shada, it reads, Dear Marty,
Open this when you're ready.
Love,
Shada.
The lower drawer is locked. Marty has the key. Under the bed is a burnt metal chest that is missing a key. The room is cozy.

The Main Room:

The downstairs is warm and bright. A magical fire is always burning, the fire is blue. There are five nice tables with four tables each. There is a long bar. Behind the bar there is a long rack filled with various alcohols, juices, and mixes. Behind the bar is a door with a shiny window. The door leads to the kitchen. The inns walls are brick. The roof is very tall. The room all in all radiates warmth and kindness. Marty likes the room clean. There are four windows.

Kitchen:

The kitchen is Marty's room. The walls are white and shining. Marty has a huge spice rack filled with every spice in existence. The spices are arranged via alphabetical order. The spices are so varied that the spice rack seems to be a rainbow mix of bright and dull colors. There are every type of cookers, ovens, and microwaves. A wall of pans hang on the left wall. Marty's white protective clothes hang on the wall. A large sink is perfectly clean and two sponges lay inside. There are two fridges filled with food. Marty loves this room.

Elkandar's Room:

Elkandar's room has a nice gray wall, with white outline. There is a small balcony jutting out the inn. The balcony overlooks Inside. The view of the sunset is good on the balcony. There is a large wooden closet with nice white knobs. Inside is a selection of Elkie's clothes. There are two drawers filled with Elkandar's undergarments. There is a small vase filled with flowers on one drawer. Elkandar's bed is rather large. The satin covers a re very comfy and smooth. The pillows are soft and squishy. Hanging on a wall via a mantle is Elkandar's lute, shining in its case. He has a small bookcase filled with some books. The room is small but comfy.

Tyalla's Room

Tyalla and Shada used to share this room. There are two beds in this large room. The walls are a nice dark green texture with black outline. Plants hang from the ceiling and various multicolored flowers lying in bright vases litter the room. The ceiling has plants hung in the intricate rafters. The room smells richly like a sweet mix of flowers, pollen, and honey. There are two large oak closets. One is filled with Tyalla's clothes while the other is filled with Shada's. There are two drawers, each with a plant on them. Inside Tyalla's drawer are an assortment of small clothes, such as socks, and hidden underneath is a box with her wedding ring inside. Shada's drawer has her private clothes inside. Shada's blade is leaning against the wall when not in use. Shada's bed has a dark purple satin sheet with a black comforter. Her black pillows are very soft. Tyalla's bed has a green comforter and white sheets. There is an old portrait of a countryside on the right wall. The room is very nice albeit slightly crowded.

Room Eleven:

This room is always locked. There is no way inside. The only way to enter would be by somehow breaking the iron locks. Marty has the only key to unlock the door. He never ever uses it. There are odd sounds coming from the door occasionally. Odd music blasts from this door every once in a while. There is a constant bright light peering from a crack under the door.

The Cellar:

The door to get down here is also locked. Marty and Griktak have skeleton keys that unlock all doors in the inn except room 11. Only Marty has the key to that one. Inside the cellar is a large amount of barrels filled with various wines, spirits, and beers. There is a rat problem down here. There is a false barrel. Inside the large barrel is a tunnel. Wide enough for someone to crawl inside. Marty has never been down there. He is unaware of the things existence. The cellar is rather boring apart from the false barrel.

[Mindfreak]

Bellan is suddenly embraced, and he pats Marty lightly on the shoulder. He's getting used to the graciousness that comes in response to charity, but not hugs. Still not used to hugs. "That's really not necessary, Marty..." He doesn't like to be owed debts. For several reasons.

After Trissy's put in place, Bellan kneels beside her body. He raises his hands and holds them out to either side, palms out. Some may notice the veins beneath his arms glowing green briefly. The air around his fingers seems to ripple, as if there were some intense heat.

Then he claps, creating a resounding pop that should ring in everyone's ears. A subtle power seems to fill the air around them. A force and a feeling of rightness that is almost oppressive in its strength. "The Wheel is with us this day, my friends. You may proceed." He gestures toward Rainbow's father, then places his hands on his knees and bows his head in reverence.
He places his hands on the intricate diagram and a flash of light goes of briefly as the alchemy takes effect.
He then stands up.
"She should be back now."

[Dark Elf Bard]

T'rissylene spasms a few times as a large ethereal tarantula floats out of her chest and dissipates. Finally, she lies unconscious but slowly breathing. Her facial scar has disappeared in the process. However, the spiderweb pattern remains carved in her back.

[ThirdEmperor]

The armored man chuckles at this. "Yeah, I bet it is. How often do fights happen 'round here?"

"Well I wouldn't call them fights, but people do seem to like beating him up a lot." Tom says, pointing at the ill-fated Marty. Honestly, the poor half-elf's regular beat-downs are far to one-sides to be called fights.

[Hattish Thing]

T'rissylene spasms a few times as a large ethereal tarantula floats out of her chest and dissipates. Finally, she lies unconscious but slowly breathing. Her facial scar has disappeared in the process. However, the spiderweb pattern remains carved in her back.

Marty rushes over to her side excitedly. Trissy'lene! My wife! Are you okay?! He softly cradles her head.

[Mindfreak]

"Yeah, don't thank me or anything. It's not like I just brought her back from the dead or something."
Rainbow continues to hide her face.

[Murkus]

Bellan moves back a little, smiling warmly and quietly. He uses some of the residual energy in the room to try and repair any wounds remaining on Trissy or her clothing. "We are blessed with providence today. Thank you, sir," Bellan says to Rainbow's father with genuine enthusiasm.

[Hattish Thing]

Tears start to form in his eyes. He will softly kiss her forehead. Please, let me have a moment with my wife. A few wet tears of joy mixed with an ooutburst of sadness fall to the floor.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Bellan moves back a little, smiling warmly and quietly. He uses some of the residual energy in the room to try and repair any wounds remaining on Trissy or her clothing. "We are blessed with providence today. Thank you, sir," Bellan says to Rainbow's father with genuine enthusiasm.
Trissy's ripped clothing mend, but the scar om her back remains.

Tears start to form in his eyes. He will softly kiss her forehead. Please, let me have a moment with my wife. A few wet tears of joy mixed with an ooutburst of sadness fall to the floor.

Her eyes flutter open after a few minutes.
Marty... am.. I.. Marty.. Am I dead?

[Hattish Thing]

N-No...you're alive...with me...here...Trissy, it's me.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Oh... I was killed...

She slowly starts to sob and buries her face in his shoulder, squeezing him tight.

[Hattish Thing]

He sets his head down on the curve of her neck as she sobs into his shoulder. He softly carresses and nuzzles her. I...I know, but you're safe now...you and me, we're safe now.

[Mindfreak]

"Yeah whatever. It would be nice to hear a thank you from that Marty fellow though. I put my life on the line for him. If the offering wasn't proper enough, it would have taken my body to get the power needed."
He sighed and began to gather his things to leave.

[Murkus]

Bellan leaves the reunited lovers to enjoy one another's company, instead approaching the homunculus. He holds his hand out. "If you'll stay, I'm sure you'll get your thanks. Perhaps more. I would hear more of you and your daughter, at the very least." A charming smile follows.

[Dark Elf Bard]

He sets his head down on the curve of her neck as she sobs into his shoulder. He softly carresses and nuzzles her. I...I know, but you're safe now...you and me, we're safe now.

T'rissylene keeps crying quietly into his shoulder.

T-torture.. I don't w-want to go back... I want to s-stay here...

She grips his shoulders tightly, her face still buried into his shoulder.

[Hattish Thing]

He moves his hand through her hair while holding her tightly. He lets her cry into him and winces as her nails dig into him. You never will...I l-love you, y-you're here now, with me...we'll be together. You're okay, you're safe now...calm down Trissy...Trissy....

[Dark Elf Bard]

T'rissylene, as it seems does not calm down. Hyperventilating slightly, she lets go of Maryt and slowly curls into the fetal position, with her head in his lap.

[Hattish Thing]

He'll softly pick her up a little, and move her to where she can sleep in his lap comfortably. He still runs his hands through her hair. Trissy...it's okay...sleep, you're...tired...sleep and be safe.

[Lazorath]

New Entry :smallsmile:

Two tall masculine figures burst into the tavern. One begins sniffing the air whilst the other watches slightly embarrased.
"The smells in here," he says as he runs up the stairs.
The other turns to the others in the tavern, "please...excuse us," he says as he follows the other one up the stairs.

[Mindfreak]

Bellan leaves the reunited lovers to enjoy one another's company, instead approaching the homunculus. He holds his hand out. "If you'll stay, I'm sure you'll get your thanks. Perhaps more. I would hear more of you and your daughter, at the very least." A charming smile follows.
"No thanks. Not because I don't like you, but because I have cinnamon rolls waiting for me."
Cinnamon rolls made by Rainbow's mother are...extremely good.
Rainbow's father waves and then disappears in a flash of light.

Rainbow continues to hide her face.

[Murkus]

"No thanks. Not because I don't like you, but because I have cinnamon rolls waiting for me."
Cinnamon rolls made by Rainbow's mother are...extremely good.
Rainbow's father waves and then disappears in a flash of light.

Rainbow continues to hide her face.

"Hmm, what a shame," Bellan says, waving after the fellow. He turns and studies Rainbow. "Rainbow, he's gone. There's no need to hide your face." The Knight walks over to smile at the young girl.

[Dark Elf Bard]

He'll softly pick her up a little, and move her to where she can sleep in his lap comfortably. He still runs his hands through her hair. Trissy...it's okay...sleep, you're...tired...sleep and be safe.

Trissy relaxes slightly at his touch, but still keeps tense.
She closes her eyes, settling into her fiancé's lap. After about a minute, though, she tenses with a small squeak, and cuts onto a little ball.

They.... They're still here... I saw them... d-don't let them get me...

[Hattish Thing]

Marty is calmed as well. His soon-to-be-wife's quirky but undeniably cute squeek made Marty comfortable. Shh...sh...it's okay...sleep...

[Dark Elf Bard]

She squeaks again.

Uh-uh. I c-can see them.

[Hattish Thing]

Marty just shivers. His Trissy...to be so scared...What had those drow done to her? He curls around her, still on the floor, his hand brushing her hair while the other will reach to hold her hand. [COLOR="Magenta"]See who? Trissy...shut your eyes, there's no one. r[/COLR]

[Dark Elf Bard]

Trissy grips him softly.

Uh-uh. I see them.

Deadtime for a few minutes.

[Hattish Thing]

Marty sheds a tear. Trissy...honey...please don't do this to me....there's no one...no one there...you're here with me...nothing to hurt you...please! Just kiss me...then sleep.

[Dark Elf Bard]

T'rissylene kisses him on the hand and then his lips, but makes no move to get up.

[Hattish Thing]

Marty parts her lips with his and embraces her. He's very emotional right now. He'll move his arm to pull her legs and waist until he can pick her up. He'll smile at her sadly before telling Bellan. I need to watch my wife, if you want, we can talk while she's asleep. You can just knock. He'll then take Trissy to his room and set her on his bed

(Attempted)

[Dark Elf Bard]

T'rissylene is easily picked up and set on the bed. She looks at Marty, tears swimming in her eyes.

[Hattish Thing]

He'll crawl next to her before moving to look down at her. He frowns, he hated seeing her cry. He then moves to kiss her cheek. Sh...baby, my Trissy...you're safe....why are you crying?

[Dark Elf Bard]

She visibly tenses when Marty kisses her cheek.

B-bad things... torture...

Trissy continues to cry quietly.

[Mindfreak]

"Hmm, what a shame," Bellan says, waving after the fellow. He turns and studies Rainbow. "Rainbow, he's gone. There's no need to hide your face." The Knight walks over to smile at the young girl.

Rainbow peeks over her knees.

Then looks at Marty and such.

She then hides her face again. They were freaking her out!

[Murkus]

Actually, I believe Marty and his spouse went upstairs. Bellan, meanwhile, looks more tired than before. Calling up the Wheel's power has drained him for a few moments. "So... you wanted a room, Rainbow?" Such a lovely name, he thinks.

[Lazorath]

The two men that rushed upstairs bring down the two female bodies that went up awhile ago. They appear to be dead but are just unconcious. They attempt to carry the bodies away with them and leave the sleeping goblin.

[ThirdEmperor]

"Woah, uh, hold up a second there!" Pausing only to mutter a quick "Sorry, be back in a second." to the deadtimed Sergeant Psionics, Tom attempts to quickly interpose himself between the door and the two miscreants carrying the seemingly dead girls. "Just what's going on here, huh?"

[Mindfreak]

Actually, I believe Marty and his spouse went upstairs. Bellan, meanwhile, looks more tired than before. Calling up the Wheel's power has drained him for a few moments. "So... you wanted a room, Rainbow?" Such a lovely name, he thinks.
"Yes, that'd be nice."
Though her alleyway was looking better and better as she saw the two people carrying out dead people.
"Bellan, I think those two just killed those girls..."
She looked close to crying now.

[Murkus]

The two men that rushed upstairs bring down the two female bodies that went up awhile ago. They appear to be dead but are just unconcious. They attempt to carry the bodies away with them and leave the sleeping goblin.


"Yes, that'd be nice."
Though her alleyway was looking better and better as she saw the two people carrying out dead people.
"Bellan, I think those two just killed those girls..."
She looked close to crying now.

The two 'corpse'-carriers have not escaped Bellan's notice. His eyes narrow. "Rainbow, go upstairs and pick a room you like." He stands and moves to stop the men, giving Rainbow one last look to ensure she's moving. "I'll be back shortly."

That done with, the two men may find themselves confronted by a tall, muscular human warrior. His features are strong, his eyes green, his black hair cut in a military style. He calls out to the men, saying, "Excuse me. What are you doing with those girls?"

He shoots the Sarge and Tom a questioning glance, worried that they'll be hurt if this conversation goes downhill. Oh well, nothing to be done about it now.

[Mindfreak]

Rainbow nods and disappears in a shower of confetti that is coming off of her body.
One can only assume that she's upstairs.

[LOTRfan]

"Woah, uh, hold up a second there!" Pausing only to mutter a quick "Sorry, be back in a second." to the deadtimed Sergeant Psionics, Tom attempts to quickly interpose himself between the door and the two miscreants carrying the seemingly dead girls. "Just what's going on here, huh?"

Oh, finally! Time for some fun. Sergeant Psionics follows Tom over, mentally checking off a list of everything he has on him. If this devolves into a fight (which he sort of hope it does, even if though he won't be the one to start anything first), he'll be ready.

"I think you two should explain yourselves. Now."

[Lazorath]

The two brothers, Fenghar and Aladar find themselves in yet another sticky situation. The third situation in the last two days.
Fenghar sighs as Aladar puts the seemingly dead body on his shoulder. Fenghar throws the body he has onto Aladar's other shoulder.
"These girls here have been turned and are now partially undead. Judging by the blood stains on them the one on my brother's left shoulder is the one who can control the dead and she turned them."
The other brother takes on from there.
"Do you know what happens when you turn undead? The scent of your blood lingers in the air, strecthing over thousands of kilometers and the only ones who can smell it are the undead. You could say...that these two are like hotspots and will be attracting thousands of undead creatures for days. Many of the undead wish to be alive once more and when someone does a ritual to turn undead there's a risk of someone from outside coming in and using the ritual to make themselves whole again...we were just here to protect them."
Aladar reveals a sinister smirk, knowing that they'd be willing to fight and the thought of a 3 on 2 makes him...excited.
"Aladar, stop it!"
"Sorry...i'm just getting pumped."
"There's no need to fight them."
Fenghar turns to the three people keeping them from their destination.
"As I said before...please...excuse...us."
Fenghar's words seem to be more friendly but the way he says the sentence sounds like all the anger within him's going to explode.
The last two situations were caused by his brother so you can guess who caused this one.
Aladar gives off an evil glare and if the will of anyone within the room isn't strong enough they would feel a cold chill shivering down their spine which could leave them temporarily paralyzed. On top of that, Aladar's anger causes all the food and drinks around him to rot and spoil. It's clear that the abilities of these two don't exactly show that their good but whilst Aladar does all the dramatic moves Fenghar just takes off his gloves which would appear to be more ominous seeing as he does less but less could always be more.
If they look they'd see that his hands appear to be normal but there might be more that meets the eye.

[ThirdEmperor]

"Well, you're lying." Tom, as ever, is just the epitome of tact. "That is, I happen to be undead myself and...... Words peter out, replaced by puzzlement as Tom notices something odd going on. Puzzlement becomes horror as he raises a hand to his face and sees the flesh peeling away, the skin splitting like gum stretched too thin and falling away like old plaster.

This horror is in no way assuaged as Tom begins feeling his face itself, praying to whatever foreign gods he believes in that it is somehow unharmed, only for his fingers to sink right through the putrid, jelly-like mass that his eye has decayed into.

And before he was so well preserved for a decades old corpse...

So this is where Tom has been pushed too damn far, inciting a flicker of actual emotion from the lethargic undead. Well, more than a flicker. Much more. The last remnant of his human life is rotting away thanks to these bastards and Tom is steamed. With a worldless scream of anger he hurls himself at the nearest brother, moving in a blur as he tries to tackle Aladar to the ground and pin him there.

[OrchestraHc]

Blip!

An old man and a teenage boy teleport into the center of the main room. The old man is dressed in very simple wizard's robes with a with a wide brim hat. He looks all around the room. The teenager wears weirdly modern clothing for someone hanging around a wizard, a t-shirt and jean shorts. His very long hair tied back. He takes a seat but keeps his eyes on the door, and the argument occurring in front of it.

"Marty? Marty?" the old man calls looking around. Marty and others may recognize these two as Elio and Romeo.

[Murkus]

Bellan watches as a salvageable situation dissolves into combat. With both sides agitated, he'd seen it coming, but not so damn quickly. He sighs at the impending carnage, about to join in, before he hears the relieving sound of a new customer. The tall human turns, walking over while the fight is deadtimed.

"Marty is upstairs. His wife's just been resurrected, I'm afraid. I don't know if he'll be taking customers, Mister...?" He looks between the two men.

[Hattish Thing]

She visibly tenses when Marty kisses her cheek.

B-bad things... torture...

Trissy continues to cry quietly.

Marty frowns, why was she tensing? Why do you tense, are you nervous? Do you...what? What bad things....you're fine now...


Blip!

An old man and a teenage boy teleport into the center of the main room. The old man is dressed in very simple wizard's robes with a with a wide brim hat. He looks all around the room. The teenager wears weirdly modern clothing for someone hanging around a wizard, a t-shirt and jean shorts. His very long hair tied back. He takes a seat but keeps his eyes on the door, and the argument occurring in front of it.

"Marty? Marty?" the old man calls looking around. Marty and others may recognize these two as Elio and Romeo.

Marty, is upstairs at the moment and cannot answer.

[OrchestraHc]

"Elio Fabrizio," the old man answers, "and the boy is Romeo. No misters necessary. We're acquaintances of Marty, and . . . Do you work here, actually? This may concern you as well."

[Murkus]

"I'm the bouncer. And a friend of Marty's. What is it you want to say, gentlemen?" Bellan asks patiently, taking the time to glance back toward that fight by the door. As a bouncer and a Knight Ascendant, he'll have to go break that up shortly.

[OrchestraHc]

"Great! Now you're not just concerned, you're pivotal! Y'know the wall? That big graffiti-based message board in inside? Well, long story short, a clan called," Elio stops for a moment and turns to his apprentice. "Bex-ren-nef?" he asks, only to be met with a shrug from Romeo. "I'm terrible with Drownese. Anyway, they put up a bounty for a drow woman named Trissylene who's supposedly here. I kinda like Marty, so I wanted to give him a heads up and a helping hand."

"Not to mention, the personal interest in the keeping the Sleeping Goblin safe," his apprentice adds.

[Murkus]

Oh my. This is worse than Bellan thought. The warrior's face darkens rapidly. "I think it would be best if you went upstairs and spoke with Marty after all, gentlemen," Bellan says, turning back to the scuffle at the door. "I have to deal with something. But rest assured, Marty's mate is safe as long as she's here." The Knight will make sure of that.

[Hattish Thing]

A man strides in! He wears long black and purple robes of a priest. He has dark gray hair and seems to be around forty. He strides over to Bellan, staff in hand. He speaks with a harsh bass voice, and speaks with a calm determination. I am Archbishop Claudius Hark. I am here to spread the worship of Beatra. Please, I am taking alms for the poor. He hands out a small cup.

[OrchestraHc]

"Thank you, sir." Without turning to the alms collector, Elio sticks his arm out to him and five gold coins float their way to the man. "I'll leave Romeo here." He proceeds to go upstairs to look for Marty.

"Why would the Archbishop collect alms himself?" Romeo asks. Archbishops are normally pretty high up the ladder in clergy.

[Hattish Thing]

He walks over to Romeo. He's a menacing man, mainly because he's tall, gaunt, and has horribly black eyes. I wanted to see a bit more of this place. What better thing to do to get a look around at the people of the Nexus then collect alms?

[OrchestraHc]

"No, I suppose not," Romeo says, leaning back cautiously in his chair. Scary man is scary. "How has it been working for you?" he asks, smiling nervously. "Having fun at all, meeting new folks?"

[Dark Elf Bard]

Marty frowns, why was she tensing? Why do you tense, are you nervous? Do you...what? What bad things....you're fine now...

N-not nervous..... they hurt me... and also... they h-hurt me...
She curls up in his lap and shivers.

((Did Elio come into the room?))

[LOTRfan]

Oh, joy! Combat! Quite honestly, the man in the goofy pseudo-Canadian military uniform has no idea about how undead things work. But the fact that these two corrupted poor Tom's form is enough for him. He unlatches his rifle from a special holding bag on his back in a swift motion that ends with the gun's safety being switched off and the gun pointed at Fenghar. At the same time, a skin-tight forcefield begins to form around his body. He'll attempt to do the same for Tom, but he doesn't know how exactly his psionic powers would effect Tom, if they would at all.

On him, however, it provides a higher level of protection strong enough to stop most forms of light arms fire. Anything stronger than that will probably be able to burst through it with little difficulty.

[Hattish Thing]

"No, I suppose not," Romeo says, leaning back cautiously in his chair. Scary man is scary. "How has it been working for you?" he asks, smiling nervously. "Having fun at all, meeting new folks?"


N-not nervous..... they hurt me... and also... they h-hurt me...
She curls up in his lap and shivers.

((Did Elio come into the room?))

No?
I...why? Why Trissy?
He fetches a small blanket and tries to wrap it around Trissy.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Trissy lets out another cute squeak.
I-I'm tired... wanna sleep... can I use your bed? Just for today?

[Dark Elf Bard]

"No, I suppose not," Romeo says, leaning back cautiously in his chair. Scary man is scary. "How has it been working for you?" he asks, smiling nervously. "Having fun at all, meeting new folks?"

The blind halfling strolls over. Hello... have you met anyone new here?

Besides now, of course.

[OrchestraHc]

No?
I...why? Why Trissy?
He fetches a small blanket and tries to wrap it around Trissy.

Elio knocks very lightly on the door.


The blind halfling strolls over. Hello... have you met anyone new here?

Besides now, of course.

"Do you mean this inn specifically? Because I've only been here a few minutes. I haven't had time to meet many new people, except you and the archbishop." Romeo answers.

[Dark Elf Bard]

The halfling laughs good-naturedly. Both!

[Hattish Thing]

Trissy lets out another cute squeak.
I-I'm tired... wanna sleep... can I use your bed? Just for today?

Of course! Anytime, Just...let me talk to whoever at the door...sleep. Goodnight. Marty moves to open the door.


Elio knocks very lightly on the door.



"Do you mean this inn specifically? Because I've only been here a few minutes. I haven't had time to meet many new people, except you and the archbishop." Romeo answers.

Claudius Hark narrows his eyes down at Romeo. What? His eyes are dark and his voice is a deep bass sound. I have a life of power and control, I don't have time for fun boy. I am disappointing with the people of the Nexus....soon though, the prophet Frolty shall spread the light of Beatra and this world will be completed. Remember, you are being judged, all your life. The gods are harsh in their judgement, but I have made a point to never sin, as should you!

[OrchestraHc]

Of course! Anytime, Just...let me talk to whoever at the door...sleep. Goodnight. Marty moves to open the door.

He'll see Elio standing at the door, his expression full of concern. "Hello Marty."


The halfling laughs good-naturedly. Both!


Claudius Hark narrows his eyes down at Romeo. What? His eyes are dark and his voice is a deep bass sound. I have a life of power and control, I don't have time for fun boy. I am disappointing with the people of the Nexus....soon though, the prophet Frolty shall spread the light of Beatra and this world will be completed. Remember, you are being judged, all your life. The gods are harsh in their judgement, but I have made a point to never sin, as should you!

How did this turn from small talk to a lecture on piety? Ah, well. It's not something Romeo isn't used to. In the old days he would have just done his best to look cowed, and nod, but two years with a kooky old wizard... "Ray of sunshine, this one," he says aside to the blind halfling. "Pardon, your Excellency, but why would Frolty come to Nexus? Why not your religion's home dimension, where your goddess has actual clout?"

[Dark Elf Bard]

Thank you... love... T'rissylene climbs slowly under the covers of the bed and drops off almost immediately. The poor girl really is tired. Her hand is out o the covers though, clutching the ring with her and Mart's names on it. Marty will probably notice it.

[Dark Elf Bard]

How did this turn from small talk to a lecture on piety? Ah, well. It's not something Romeo isn't used to. In the old days he would have just done his best to look cowed, and nod, but two years with a kooky old wizard... "Ray of sunshine, this one," he says aside to the blind halfling. "Pardon, your Excellency, but why would Frolty come to Nexus? Why not your religion's home dimension, where your goddess has actual clout?"

Ooooh! The halfling chuckles again, and snaps his fingers. A large mist fills the air, and begins to solidify. Need some ice for that burn? Then the halfling does something strange.


Even though he's blind, he pats Romeo direct;y on the back.

Huh. :confused: Wonder how that works?

[Hattish Thing]

He'll see Elio standing at the door, his expression full of concern. "Hello Marty."



ER...Elio? Hello? He looks tired, but will reach out to shake his friends hand.

How did this turn from small talk to a lecture on piety? Ah, well. It's not something Romeo isn't used to. In the old days he would have just done his best to look cowed, and nod, but two years with a kooky old wizard... "Ray of sunshine, this one," he says aside to the blind halfling. "Pardon, your Excellency, but why would Frolty come to Nexus? Why not your religion's home dimension, where your goddess has actual clout?"

Because, he will right the wrongs in this world too! He will bring about an awakening that will stretch across all generations, destroying evil and sin!


Thank you... love... T'rissylene climbs slowly under the covers of the bed and drops off almost immediately. The poor girl really is tired. Her hand is out o the covers though, clutching the ring with her and Mart's names on it. Marty will probably notice it.

He does not, seeing as Elio distracts him. Goodnight....


Ooooh! The halfling chuckles again, and snaps his fingers. A large mist fills the air, and begins to solidify. Need some ice for that burn? Then the halfling does something strange.


Even though he's blind, he pats Romeo direct;y on the back.

Huh. :confused: Wonder how that works?

Bah! Little halfling! Small, vulgar, insignificant peasant. Do not address me, lest I lose my temper!

[OrchestraHc]

ER...Elio? Hello? He looks tired, but will reach out to shake his friends hand.

"Marty," he starts, accepting the handshake. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but a drow clan has put up a bounty on a woman named Trissylene, and they believe she is here. I figured you might be in danger, so I came to check up."


Ooooh! The halfling chuckles again, and snaps his fingers. A large mist fills the air, and begins to solidify. Need some ice for that burn? Then the halfling does something strange.


Even though he's blind, he pats Romeo directly on the back.

Huh. :confused: Wonder how that works?

Not too hard to guess where a guys back is after talking to him. It's not like Romeo has moved.


Because, he will right the wrongs in this world too! He will bring about an awakening that will stretch across all generations, destroying evil and sin!

Bah! Little halfling! Small, vulgar, insignificant peasant. Do not address me, lest I lose my temper!

"That's sort of admirable, I guess." Romeo rather politely refrains from bringing up how he doubts they'll actually get rid of evil. "But let's stay civil, you two. We didn't mean to hurt your feelings, your excellency. There's no need to be insulting." He has a very sincere looking smile on his face as he speaks with the Archbishop.

[Lazorath]

"Well, you're lying." Tom, as ever, is just the epitome of tact. "That is, I happen to be undead myself and...... Words peter out, replaced by puzzlement as Tom notices something odd going on. Puzzlement becomes horror as he raises a hand to his face and sees the flesh peeling away, the skin splitting like gum stretched too thin and falling away like old plaster.

This horror is in no way assuaged as Tom begins feeling his face itself, praying to whatever foreign gods he believes in that it is somehow unharmed, only for his fingers to sink right through the putrid, jelly-like mass that his eye has decayed into.

And before he was so well preserved for a decades old corpse...

So this is where Tom has been pushed too damn far, inciting a flicker of actual emotion from the lethargic undead. Well, more than a flicker. Much more. The last remnant of his human life is rotting away thanks to these bastards and Tom is steamed. With a worldless scream of anger he hurls himself at the nearest brother, moving in a blur as he tries to tackle Aladar to the ground and pin him there.


Oh, joy! Combat! Quite honestly, the man in the goofy pseudo-Canadian military uniform has no idea about how undead things work. But the fact that these two corrupted poor Tom's form is enough for him. He unlatches his rifle from a special holding bag on his back in a swift motion that ends with the gun's safety being switched off and the gun pointed at Fenghar. At the same time, a skin-tight forcefield begins to form around his body. He'll attempt to do the same for Tom, but he doesn't know how exactly his psionic powers would effect Tom, if they would at all.

On him, however, it provides a higher level of protection strong enough to stop most forms of light arms fire. Anything stronger than that will probably be able to burst through it with little difficulty.

"Hmmm...he didn't see it," Fenghar says telepathically.
"Maybe he's lying."
"Or maybe...only certain types of undead creatures can smell it."

"It's unfortunate that you don't believe us," Fenghar says, Aladar casting a spell that'd turn the brothers and the bodies invisible which would allow them to escape whilst Fenghar moves in front of Aladar, grabs one of the bodies and attempts to kick Tom to the side and hold to body in front of him just in case the man with the rifle decided to make a move.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Bah! Little halfling! Small, vulgar, insignificant peasant. Do not address me, lest I lose my temper!

I could say the same to you. Lighten up, have a drink. The halfling fingers his magical staff, preparing a spell.

[Murkus]

Front Door

It is here that Bellan steps in. At first, he moves to stop Sergeant Psionics - mostly put a hand on his gun to stop him. "No killing. Put that away, please." Unfortunately, this effort seems to be in vain - before his eyes, the two suspicious men disappear. Along with their charges. "Damn!"

[orb_of_blood]

I could say the same to you. Lighten up, have a drink. The halfling fingers his magical staff, preparing a spell.

A few minutes (in Nexus time anyways) deadtimed, and Nixa misses what could possibly have been an interesting fight to partake in. "Typical."

She's about to turn and vanish upstairs to torment her new brother - because really, nothing alleviates boredom like tossing flames in the faces of those who are susceptible to burns - but she figures it's high time she actually did something about the kidnapping.

"Hey you. Short, annoying, halfling-guy!" Wow. Polite description. "Are you still looking for Akoraun?"

[Dark Elf Bard]

Yohannes turns to her. Well, yes! Do you know where he is?

[orb_of_blood]

"He's in mortal danger from a pack of werecreatures, and a mind-flayer that rips apart the brains of weak-willed beings." Which includes her, actually, not that she'd ever admit to her own time spent there. For now, she just wants to see what reaction that sentence would get her.

[Dark Elf Bard]

The halfling raises an eyebrow above his blindfold, and one of finger twitch as he grips his staff more tightly. Really now. Could you tell me where exactly that is?

[orb_of_blood]

Not the reaction she was expecting. He sounded nearly unconcerned, though she hadn't missed the slight tensing. Interesting.

"Exactly? Hmmm... well, he's most likely locked in a cell with a few predators, awaiting the mindflayer, deep inside the main stone castle of Beren's Hold - also known as the Hold of the Tyrant - on a planet you cannot reach by any means other than prayer or a really, really powerful teleportation spell." Or a few other less imposing sounding manners.

[Dark Elf Bard]

The halfling's knuckles tun white, he's holding his staff so tightly.Can you get me there? His voice is tight.

[orb_of_blood]

"I could, yes," Nixa answers, leaning forward a little on the banister, "but I doubt you'd do very well to just appear there and try to thread your way through to him."

She begins to walk down to him. "I wonder why you care, anyways? Who are you to my little brother?"

[Dark Elf Bard]

"I could, yes," Nixa answers, leaning forward a little on the banister, "but I doubt you'd do very well to just appear there and try to thread your way through to him."

She begins to walk down to him. "I wonder why you care, anyways? Who are you to my little brother?"

The halfling fingers his blindfold.


Well I.... ah.... raised him from age three. You're his sister?

[orb_of_blood]

"You raised him, and you don't even know he has siblings?" No, as long as Nixa has the chance to act superior and skeptical, she's not about to mention that she herself only found out today that she has four brothers instead of only two.

[Dark Elf Bard]

"You raised him, and you don't even know he has siblings?" No, as long as Nixa has the chance to act superior and skeptical, she's not about to mention that she herself only found out today that she has four brothers instead of only two.

Well... ah... I knew about Elkandar and T'rissylene. He lived with her for two years. You're apparently their triplet?

He keeps his fingers on her staff.

[orb_of_blood]

"No. You're forgetting Vierzt. Which means we're either quadruplets or, as is significantly more likely, a bizarre genetic experiment by the drows." That's the only explanation Nixa has, anyways.

"Not that it matters much. All you need know is that I believe that if Akoraun is so idiotic as to get himself nabbed, he can suffer the consequences." Which is not how she feels. She really does want to help. It's her own planet, her own brother, by all means she should already be there, trying to get him back. But this wasn't some irritating lordling or prince she could fry on his 'throne', but a mindflayer who knows her exact weaknesses, who was an expert at cracking into minds and tearing around thoughts and emotions. She had to play this carefully. "Of course, if you rounded up a few people to take over... if I knew there was no way this could fail... if I had a promise sealed in blood that you wouldn't leave anyone, especially not me, in the hands of that creature, then I could perhaps take you there."

[Dark Elf Bard]

Vierzt? Never heard of him. Probably quadruplets though, as you all that I seem to know about are naturally born together... He winces a little.

Are you insane? He's your own brother. His tone is serious, deadly serious, and very stony. We don't need any people. We only need me, a few of my fires, some animals and you. Maybe this "Vierzt." I'd like to meet him. The hafling's voice is tight. You should take me, young lady. It would be easier. I'm going to get there either way.

[orb_of_blood]

Is Nixa insane? Perhaps. The same can be said for most, if not all, of her dragon-siblings. Heck, maybe even the drow ones too!

"Have you any idea how rare naturally occurring quadruplets are? I certainly don't, but it's nothing I've ever heard of on Laira. This is the drow we're talking about here, my bet is still on genetic experiments." Or maybe that's just paranoia.

"Ooh, yes, you'd be perfect fodder for his critters. And while they're dining on you, I could sneak past and free Akoraun. What a foolproof plan!" Usually it'd be just like Nixa to march in without any thought to anything, and try to purge everything with fire. But this time? "Yes, Vierzt could help perhaps. We'll need an alchemist too though, or a cleric, or someone who can do something about Beren's mind-control techniques... but make no mistake, I will not follow in your footsteps. I am in charge here, do not forget that halfling." Nixa has a minor obsession with dominance statures. It's never wise to argue power with a dragon.

[Hattish Thing]

I could say the same to you. Lighten up, have a drink. The halfling fingers his magical staff, preparing a spell.

Claudius growls and looks over, his dark raven eyes slanted in a warning. Do not disrespect me halfling. I am Claudius Hark! Archbishop of Beatra, bearer of Elltryssa's light, and Master of the Mishtopy Stone!


"Marty," he starts, accepting the handshake. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but a drow clan has put up a bounty on a woman named Trissylene, and they believe she is here. I figured you might be in danger, so I came to check up."


Marty's eyes go wide. W...what? Wait....huh?She...It's.....Elio, help me! He seems to be freaking out, the thought of a bunch of drow attacking his already damaged inn (Not to mention himself and Trissylene) is somewhat frightening. Elio! Please....Where do we go! I can't....Trissy is my friend, we need to hide somewhere!

Not too hard to guess where a guys back is after talking to him. It's not like Romeo has moved.




"That's sort of admirable, I guess." Romeo rather politely refrains from bringing up how he doubts they'll actually get rid of evil. "But let's stay civil, you two. We didn't mean to hurt your feelings, your excellency. There's no need to be insulting." He has a very sincere looking smile on his face as he speaks with the Archbishop.

Hmm....Good. When I was your age, you would treat elders with the utmost respect. Now, it seems you don't care what you do. Nexus needs to be cleansed sooner rather than later.
He leans on his ebony staff.



Is Nixa insane? Perhaps. The same can be said for most, if not all, of her dragon-siblings. Heck, maybe even the drow ones too!

"Have you any idea how rare naturally occurring quadruplets are? I certainly don't, but it's nothing I've ever heard of on Laira. This is the drow we're talking about here, my bet is still on genetic experiments." Or maybe that's just paranoia.

"Ooh, yes, you'd be perfect fodder for his critters. And while they're dining on you, I could sneak past and free Akoraun. What a foolproof plan!" Usually it'd be just like Nixa to march in without any thought to anything, and try to purge everything with fire. But this time? "Yes, Vierzt could help perhaps. We'll need an alchemist too though, or a cleric, or someone who can do something about Beren's mind-control techniques... but make no mistake, I will not follow in your footsteps. I am in charge here, do not forget that halfling." Nixa has a minor obsession with dominance statures. It's never wise to argue power with a dragon.

Claudius glares over and says, You need a cleric? I could...be of assistance.

Just then, a strange man enters. He wears black shades over his eyes and smiles with arrogance and confidence. He is balding, with just a few hairs on his head. He's only about 35 though. He wears a blue shirt with green pants and a brown coat. He wears a long, bright yellow cape and yellow gloves. His bright yellow boots stand out too. He carries a long rifle, yellow of course, which he seems to show off. He moves right over to Nixa, stepping right in front of Claudius, which earns him a glare from the tall priest. He then spontaneously speaks out. Greetings denizens of this little inn! Never fear, for Rick Brutal is here! I have come to be awesome and do stuff! Claudius stops glaring at Rick's final sentence and just facepalms.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Lead, then. I can ward off the mind-control. Do you know where your brother is? Get him.


((Welcome back!))

He turns to the bishop. Really? You're willing to go to a different planet?

[orb_of_blood]

Nixa strides over to the cleric, circles him once, and then nods approval. "If you truly wish, you may join us. Perhaps you and the halfling together can keep Beren from our minds. He likes to drive you lesser beings insane."

Leaving the cleric, she walks to the door of the tavern and leans against the frame, staring out. "Vierzt left in a huff a half hour ago after I shoved him out the door. He could be anywhere by now. Fuming, is the most likely bet."

[Hattish Thing]

Claudius growls at Nixa before speaking out. I am no "lesser being" creature...I am Claudius Hark! But, I will help you on this quest...Now, if onl- Claudius is interrupted as the strange bald man with the yellow cape jumps in front of him. WAit! Someone's doin' some kind of grand adventure!? You need someone intelligent on such a journey! I am Rick brutal, vanquisher of the crystal lizard, destroyer of the Grundlekrunk, and killer of a thousand evils! I'm famous around my homeland!

[orb_of_blood]

Nixa's about to respond to Claudius when she's rudely interrupted.

"Someone intelligent?" She hisses.

...Uh oh.

She doesn't do anything yet though, but the flicker of anger and contempt in her eyes is not a good sign.

"So what are we, Rick? All idiots and helpless children, awaiting your glory, then? I suppose you wouldn't agree if I was to say that you could come only if you obey my every command?"

[Dark Elf Bard]

Yohannes mutters a little and steps back as Nixa starts to get all crazy.


And it's barely noticable, but a few vonies sprout up and attempt hold the dragoness, the bishop, and the macho man, ready to suddenly strengthen at the first sign if violence.

[Hattish Thing]

Nixa's about to respond to Claudius when she's rudely interrupted.

"Someone intelligent?" She hisses.

...Uh oh.

She doesn't do anything yet though, but the flicker of anger and contempt in her eyes is not a good sign.

"So what are we, Rick? All idiots and helpless children, awaiting your glory, then? I suppose you wouldn't agree if I was to say that you could come only if you obey my every command?"

Bahaha! I would still follow you! I am the greatest tracker alive, among my other glamorous titles. Now, if you play nice I'll write ya an autograph.


Yohannes mutters a little and steps back as Nixa starts to get all crazy.


And it's barely noticable, but a few vonies sprout up and attempt hold the dragoness, the bishop, and the macho man, ready to suddenly strengthen at the first sign if violence.

The Archbishop just glares the whole time. Vines will wrap on Rick's big yellow boot.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Just then Vierzt walks in, flicking a cigarette onto the floor and crushing it with his bare toe. He's glaring at Nixa.

[orb_of_blood]

Unless Rick can beat the speed of an angry Lairan dragoness (which is difficult to do), he may find he's been punched.

Which is less than it sounds. The thick black gloves are designed to conceal and cushion her long curving claws, so he won't be scratched at all. They're also fireproof, so he can't even feel the flames that dance across her swollen, terrible burns on her hands. Not to mention that physical strength is not a strong point of Nixa's, though as it's aimed at his face it may still hurt a little.

So what would such a pathetic attack do?

...Well, not much at all. Except make her feel a bit better without burning down the tavern. Which is good for just about everyone there. Good on you, Nixa, for not going full dragon and spewing fire everywhere.

The vines do wrap around Nixa's feet, though she finds them amusing more than annoying, and resolves to burn them off if they get too annoying. She doesn't even notice Vierzt yet.

[Dark Elf Bard]

The vines on her feet yank suddenly, and Nixa may find she's been tripped.


Vierzt smirks.

[Hattish Thing]

Rick wasn't even expecting to be punched. His shades are effectively punched back into his face. He groans. You...you punched me...Rick Brutal...

[orb_of_blood]

Nixa's about to spit an insult in Rick's dazed face when the vines pull tight.

R-I-I-I-I-P-!

That's the sound of Nixa's dress tearing when her giant dark-brown wings unfold too quickly. Usually, when she's careful as she had been during her fight with the intruder, it only tore the dress a little. But this time, when the spiked things rip loose in order to slam into the ground and keep her balance, the material practically shreds.

...At least the wings are covering her where the material is torn.

Unfortunately, that's made her pretty angry, and the skin on her legs and feet burns white-hot to try and fry the vines. "Release me, this instant!"

[Hattish Thing]

Rick laughs at her now.

[OrchestraHc]

Marty's eyes go wide. W...what? Wait....huh?She...It's.....Elio, help me! He seems to be freaking out, the thought of a bunch of drow attacking his already damaged inn (Not to mention himself and Trissylene) is somewhat frightening. Elio! Please....Where do we go! I can't....Trissy is my friend, we need to hide somewhere!

"Hey, hey, don't panic," Elio says in the most calming voice possible. "I'll help you out. The easiest way to convince them she's not here is for her not to be here. Trissylene can stay at my place. I'm a relative unknown here in Nexus, and I can more than accomodate for her. What we need most is a tight circle. A small group of people we can trust not to give anything away. We keep these people informed, and for everyone else a single unified lie. You and her, myself and Romeo, and maybe your bouncer downstairs. Anyone else?"

Romeo, meanwhile, is downstairs observing, but staying out of the nonsense. Nixa's kind of scary.

[Hattish Thing]

I we need to go..when can we leave?

[Dark Elf Bard]

Nixa's about to spit an insult in Rick's dazed face when the vines pull tight.

R-I-I-I-I-P-!

That's the sound of Nixa's dress tearing when her giant dark-brown wings unfold too quickly. Usually, when she's careful as she had been during her fight with the intruder, it only tore the dress a little. But this time, when the spiked things rip loose in order to slam into the ground and keep her balance, the material practically shreds.

...At least the wings are covering her where the material is torn.

Unfortunately, that's made her pretty angry, and the skin on her legs and feet burns white-hot to try and fry the vines. "Release me, this instant!"
I will, when you calm down. He says this calmly.

Rick laughs at her now.

Rick probably gets pulled down now too.

And then Vierzt sneaks and whacks the halfling on the back of the head. Shame on you, hitting a blind halfing.

The vines dissolve as Vierzt grins at Nixa.

[orb_of_blood]

Nixa calms significantly the moment she's released.

"Well, that settles it. You are most definitely not joining our expedition for Akoraun, halfling. Though the cleric is still welcome, and maybe Rick too."

As they're no longer needed, Nixa's wings fold back against her, leaving her almost entirely uncovered. A while ago, this would have bothered her a great deal, and perhaps on some level it still does. On the topmost layer, however, the one that portrays an aura of pride, she doesn't care at all. Nixa is gorgeous, and she knows it. Oh, she may be in a room filled entirely with men, but if they want to look they can and being embarrassed wouldn't help at all.

"Thank-you, brother. Almost makes me sorry for pushing you out of the inn." She heads towards the stairs again, but before she vanishes up them, winks at him, and repeats "almost". Then she's gone, and will reappear several minutes later once dressed in an entirely identical swirling black dress.

[Dark Elf Bard]

The halfling just looks turns his head in Nixa's direction.

I'm coming, really whether you like it or not.


Vierzt grins You're a weakling. I let you do that, to impress everyone else.

And who the hell's Akoraun?

[Hattish Thing]

Rick Brutal is not paying attention and actually heads over to a corner. He takes out a small metal, square object and begins tapping it.

Claudius growls. Nixa! Clothe yourself!

[OrchestraHc]

I we need to go..when can we leave?

"Whenever you're ready," Elio says calmly, "Then we can collect your friends let them know."

Downstairs, when Nixa uncovers herself, Romeo turns away as fast as he can. He doesn't want a scary dragon lady angry at him for seeing her naked.

[Hattish Thing]

Marty groans. ...Fine..Nya...Okay, five minutes. He walks back over to Trissy and tries to poke her to get up.

[Dark Elf Bard]

She squeaks and tries to hide under the covers instinctively.

[Hattish Thing]

Marty will gently wrap away the covers. TRissy....please, it's me. We need to go..to a friend's...for a while.

[orb_of_blood]

Nixa heard all the comments, but had decided it would be more appropriate to clothe herself before answering any of them.

When she gets down, she addresses Romeo first. "You're horribly pale, you know. You don't have to be scared. If I had any quarrel with you, you'd be on fire already, so never you fear." And winks at him.

Next is Claudius, and by this point Nixa is more amused with the brief bit of chaos she's caused, than anything else. "You know, if you take such an objection to that, you ought to go see my big sister, Prism. You two would be an adorable, and totally mockable match."

And then she reaches Vierzt, she manages to keep a serious face for all of three seconds before... laughing? Okay, so she's not angry. The contrary, actually. She kisses her brother on the cheek (provided he lets her), and walks away with only an "and one of these days we shall see who's stronger, but I doubt either of us are weaklings." She'll leave the 'who's Akoraun' for the halfling to explain.

And no, she doesn't address Yohannes.

[Hattish Thing]

The Priest growls before steaming off to the doorway.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Vierzt smiles at the kiss.

You know it's me. Don't live in denial.

The halfling sends his bird over to Vierzt and it chirps a few times.

Huh. Little brother.


Huh.


Vierzt can speak bird as well?

[orb_of_blood]

Speaking bird is definitely weird. And yet, Nixa knows better than to question it. Maybe he's a druid type. Nixa has a lot of respect for druids. Odd, but maybe not so much given the dragon den's close proximity to the Shifter Hold.

"As I said, brother, we'll see. But now truly isn't the time or place. Can everyone get ready to go? We really do need to get Akoraun outta there soon. Now where's that cleric guy? We still need some way of keeping our minds clear."

She skims the room, and spots him off grumbling to himself. Hopefully she can catch him before he leaves the inn. "Hey Claudius! Still want to travel with us, or am I too sinful? I gotta say, I'm sporting at least three of the seven deadly sins, so if you have any soul-saving to do, I'd make a pretty damn good project. And you'd get to save a helpless little kid too. But if you'd rather let him die... well, may whatever deity you serve forgive you for that."

And last of all: "Rick Brutal, is it? Do- hey, what are you doing with that metal cube?" Her attempt to cajole him into helping ends abruptly. What is he doing with that cube?

[Sneaky Weasel]

The door to the tavern opens wide, and a rather imposing man strides in. He is very tall, well over six feet, and deeply tanned, his skin tough and leathery. It's hard to determine his age, but probably late forties or early fifties judging by his greying hair. He wears a black robe and a wide brimmed black hat, and it is evident from his collar that he is a clergyman. His dark grey eyes survey the tavern, flicking back and forth rapidly as he glares around.

Dramatic entrance done with, he smiles warmly and walks over to the bar. "Hallo there. I'm the Reverend McLohan, at your service. Is there anyone staying here by the name of Marty, or," he consults a piece of paper, "T'rissylene? I was told to meet them here." He speaks in a decidedly Irish accent, his voice deep and soothing.

[Hattish Thing]

Of course I'm coming! I'm Archbishop Claudius Hark, and for the great Beatra I shall cast aside my prejudice and assist the strange dragon woman. He wears his own black robes and staff. He glares over at the Reverend. He walks menacingly over to him. His black eyes, grey hair, and angry, gaunt, scary face leer over at him. Who are you? I am Archbishop Claudius Hark....what are you...do you serve Beatra or some false god?

Rick fiddles around with the cube before stuffing it away. I was remebering something...eh...never mind! I'm in!

[Sneaky Weasel]

Unfazed by the Archbishop's menacing demeanor, the Reverend smiles and extends a hand in greeting. "Always a pleasure to meet another man of the cloth. I am the Reverend Gavin McLohan, Your Excellency, and I serve any God who exhorts his followers to do good. If Beatra is such a God, then I serve her as devoutly as any man." Although this Archbishop does not seem the friendliest of people, McLohan is always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt.

[orb_of_blood]

Tyalla's back!

Finally. She's been gone a long time. And yet, everything she's done so far has satisfied the terms of her job, regardless of where she's actually been.

Wow, does Marty owe her a lot of pay.

But that's not really what's on her mind right now.

"Elkander! Elkie?" She mills around the dead-timed patrons, not giving anyone a particularly close look. "Where is he?"

[Dark Elf Bard]

Vierzt jabs a thumb over, up the stairs. Went upstairs to write poetry or some hippie thing. You're his girlfriend, huh?


Vierzt doesn't wait for an answer, strolling out the door.

[Chas the mage]

An Elf stumbles in. The man has a stubble layered upon his chin, thick, with prominent sideburns on top of that, and his hair is long, blond, and unkempt to a point, while still not looking to ratty. His eyes are rather squinted, pupils dilated, expression very relaxed. He wears an off-white t shirt, with stains about it of different colours, as well as ash and several small holes about it. on top he has a brown leather vest, equally as frayed and beaten as the shirt, adorned with peace signs and symbols of that likeness. His jeans are torn and worn out as well, and flared. His tennis shoes bear the marking of a long journey with many scuffs and the colour is obviously sun faded. He removes the old headphones from his head as he slowly and calmly enters, which are attached to an obviously second-hand Walkman, and then looks about, his eyes getting slightly wider as he observes. He then states, rather loudly, "Whoa, they have beer here!" for all the patrons to hear; obviously already blitzed, or something of that nature. He makes his way to the bar and then proceeds to slowly ask for a beer after several quiet minutes, and lights up a cigarette with a dirty Zippo lighter.

[orb_of_blood]

Vierzt jabs a thumb over, up the stairs. Went upstairs to write poetry or some hippie thing. You're his girlfriend, huh?


Vierzt doesn't wait for an answer, strolling out the door.

Er... no, actually. But seeing as she doesn't get a chance to reply, she's left there embarrassed and flustered.

"Upstairs. Right." And heads upstairs, towards his room. Actually, she should probably have gone to Elkandar's room first anyways, but Tyalla's mind is still elsewhere. With Elkandar. Wondering what on Laira she's meant to do once she finds him.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Elkandar hears her coming up the stairs. Oh crap! He pokes his head outside the door, with a deer-in-the-headlights expression.


And then steps out. Uh... Hi Tyalla!

[orb_of_blood]

Goodness, does he look uncomfortable! That's worrying. Last time he looked like that, he'd vanished off the face of the Nexus, and she'd found him being tortured in the Underdark!

...For reasons she still hasn't asked about, actually. Still not sure whether she and Marty had done something to chase him off and then he'd been captured, or whether she'd been so irresponsible as to let him be taken right under her view.

Either way, that makes this pretty awkward.

"Hi Elkie. Uhm, did you manage to get your sister raised?" An important question, not only because she's genuinely concerned about the drowess, but also because she doesn't want to concern him with too many things at the same time.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Yeah.... everything's fine now, isn't it? He smiles sheepishly, blushing a bit.

[orb_of_blood]

"I- no, Elkie it isn't."

Tyalla flicks her eyes around the hallway, focusing them on anything other than him, fearing what she might see if she was to look at him.

"I'm sorry that I never paid you much attention, Elkie."

Ilefttheplantsinmyroomalonetoolong. Truly, it's overgrown to the point of her bed vanishing under a twisting mass of vines.

"I should have done something before now. Y-you were always so kind, and sweet, and I was avoiding you."

Thehallwayissoempty. And white. It needs some green in it somewhere,

"I don't know how you ended up in the Underdark, but you could have died down there."

There's only so much to look at in a bland hallway. She's run out of things to focus on and her eyes eventually end up wandering back to his face.

"I should have protected you. It's my job, and... and I failed and you were hurt, and... oh Elkie, I'm so sorry!"

[Dark Elf Bard]

Elkandar looks a little surprised, and rubs the cuts on his arms.

It-It's okay... I don't blame you for avoiding me...

His eyes stay trained to hers, the entire time.

[orb_of_blood]

Tyalla, who entirely misses the part where he didn't say it wasn't her fault that he was taken prisoner in the underdark, is immensely relieved.

Still, she approaches him almost tentatively, as though afraid he's about to snap at her, and her eyes are drawn to his cuts. "I- I can heal those, Elkie. If you want."

[Dark Elf Bard]

He blinks twice, ad holds his elbows. Is it cold in here?

Well... um... can you? You've already used a bunch of magic on my hand.
He holds up his greenish hand and smiles tentatively at her. Remember?

[orb_of_blood]

"Of course I could. It's my job to keep you safe, remember? Though I'm not doing very well at that."

She hesitates a moment longer before reaching out to take his hand.

Pleasedon'tpullaway...

"But not here. The forest, maybe?"

Congratulations Tyalla, for finding the one thing that can make this even more awkward: moving it somewhere isolated.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Actually, he does the opposite of pulling away. Seeing as she's so uncomfortable, he puts his hand on hers. That would be great. And you're doing fine. Listen to me. It is not your fault I was captured.

[orb_of_blood]

Oh. Well that changes things. That's actually encouraging, and prods the faintest hints of a smile onto her face.

"But- I thought- nevermind what I thought. Why were you down there then?"

[Dark Elf Bard]

Elkandar laughs softly. That's just it. I have no idea. They just- dragged me offf, when I was tryinng to follow y- er, everyone else.

He shakes his head. At least I got to meet my parents.

[orb_of_blood]

It bodes well that he's laughing again. She'd been terrified he'd be scarred for life. In... more ways than the external scars he probably will have. Those wounds had looked nasty.

Right. Forest.

Since he still has her hand, she'll lead him downstairs.

As she does so, Tyalla conjures up the mental image of how he'd looked when she'd found him. "Your own parents did that to you?"

[Dark Elf Bard]

Elkandar pads down after her. Wonder why he has no shoes on?

Nah... just mom. Apparently I take after Father. He sighs. Meeting him was nice.

[orb_of_blood]

Tyalla shudders, very, very glad she isn't a drow.

Still, Tyalla's of the firm belief that there's something good to be said of every species. And seeing as the person she's towing is not only a drow, but also the sweetest being she's ever met, there race can't possibly be that terrible. Despite the... odd... things she'd seen down there.

Best not tell Elkandar about that.

"Regardless, you'd better stick top-side." She never wanted to set foot in that dreary place again. She still apparently has some sort of idea that he meant to be down there, but she would brave the Underdark all over again if it meant his safety.

Still holding onto him, she tows him right out of the inn, and into the field outside the SG, headed towards the forest. ((Care to post first?))

[Dark Elf Bard]

((In Outside?))

[Dark Elf Bard]

Marty will gently wrap away the covers. Trissy....please, it's me. We need to go..to a friend's...for a while.

((Whoops, didn't see this.))

Trissy gets up slowly and kisses Marty full on the mouth. Wh-where is it?

[Lord Magtok]

The door swings open, and a peculiar stranger walks in, garbed from head to toe in the dark, blood-stained uniform of a plague doctor (http://creepypasta.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/13.jpg). He wordlessly passes a note to the bartender, if he's available, with his order written in an unknown brownish fluid.


Pure grain alcohol, and your finest medium-rare steak, with the appropriate cutlery.

Appropriate cutlery meaning something you could use to cut the tough steak into pieces small enough to fit under that weird mask.

[OrchestraHc]

That incredibly loud screeching sound was the sound of Romeo backing his chair up as hard as he could. Why? Well Romeo is from a kingdom similar in culture to Italy, so he knows exactly what that costume means and he is very freaked out. The only thought going through his mind is really, WHY IS HE IN UNIFORM IN A RESTAURANT? HE COULD KILL EVERYONE! AAAH!

[Dark Elf Bard]

The halfling druid isn't so easily frightened.

Hello! May I ask what's under your mask?

[Lord Magtok]

The doctor takes out a new scrap of paper, his gloved hands quickly scribbling away at it with a pen, before handing the paper off to the druid.


My face.

[Dark Elf Bard]

The halfling nods seriously.

Got a voice?

[Lord Magtok]

The mystery doctor produces another piece of paper. This one's a little wrinkled, and already has something written on it.


No.

Not much for conversation, is he?

[Dark Elf Bard]

Why not? He leans on his staff.


The scarlet hummingbird lands on the man's beak and chirps noisily.

[orb_of_blood]

Nixa, the drowess, stretches away the dead-time and looks around.

Okay... the guy in the weird outfit is new.

Settling into a chair, she glances quickly at Romeo. Fear? Interesting. Not sure why he's so afraid of this man, so maybe caution would be best.

She rolls her bright red eyes dramatically. "Awfully rude, halfling. I might ask you why you're blind, then." That... is filled with hypocrisy. Still, calling her out on it may be dangerous. Or she may just laugh. Hard to tell with Nixa.

She fixes her eyes now on the doctor. "You aren't likely to get much service here. The bartender and his wife are in hiding, I think." Still, she can be proved wrong if his player decides to godmode Metaclock the golem, who (can probably be) godmodeable for smallish tasks of fixing food and delivering drinks around the bar.

[Lord Magtok]

The doctor writes out a new note, seeing as his previously scrawled two aren't going to be of any use here.


Magical ritual.

The couple own the Inn, then? T'rissylene and the husband?

The plague doctor very politely avoids mentioning how terrible it must be for business if all your staff is more or less cowering in a corner, and how much harder it is to cower without a decent pile of money to grease palms and cover one's tracks. Instead he starts working on a new note, before the two can reply to his last one.


There are still rooms that can be rented out in this inn?

[Sneaky Weasel]

Reverend McLohan walks over to Nixa, a cheerful smile on his face. Apparently she knows something about the couple he is searching for, something that has so far proved fruitless. He extends his hand in greeting to her, nodding at the plague doctor as he passes.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Reverend Gavin McLohan, and I'm afraid I have a bad habit of eavesdropping. Probably from one too many confessions." He chuckles. "Regardless, I was wondering if you knew the whereabouts of one Marty, and his fiance T'rissylene? I have corresponded with the latter, and I was told to come here. They are in need of a priest, you see." Although aside from the priestly garb, McLohan doesn't look much like a man of the cloth. With his tanned skin and lean muscles, he seems more like an aged cowboy or a sailor than a priest. Still, looks are often deceiving, something the Reverend has taken to heart. He certainly doesn't seem perturbed by the drowess or the plague doctor, in any case.

[orb_of_blood]

"There are rooms, yes," she says, answering the doctor first. Always answer the more potentially dangerous person first. "But of course, there's no-one to take them from. My advice? Pick a room, stay in it, and if there are still no employees when you're done than it's their own ****ing fault they're practically being robbed, and you can keep your money."

And with that... er, 'friendly' advice, she turns to the reverend. "Yep, I'm sure they do. Little sis' may want to get some of those horrible sins of her chest, I suppose? Or, if you're here to marry them instead, which is disturbingly probable, then they're upstairs preparing to flee like cowards, and goodness knows why. I can hear them through the floorboards, but still can't make heads or tails of their plans." But that's mostly for lack of attention. She can hear most things with those drow/draconic senses, but finds it more annoying than useful, and ignores most of the input.

[Sneaky Weasel]

The Reverend nods his head in affirmation. "They asked me to marry them, yes. If they are upstairs, I suppose I shall just wait for them to come down. Undoubtedly they are expecting me to be here at some point." His forehead wrinkles in thought. Admittedly, he has heard some unsavory reports about the Drow, but has so far had no personal experience to back them up. In any case, Nixa doesn't seem to be evil, just refreshingly blunt.

"So you're T'rissylene's sister? If it would not be rude of me to ask, is she on the run from something? What exactly are they fleeing from?" McLohan doesn't actually know anything about the couple, simply giving them the benefit of the doubt, but learning more is always a good thing.

[Lord Magtok]

The doctor picks himself up out of his seat, nods, and heads upstairs. T'rissylene and Marty may hear a soft knock at their door, three taps against the frame in quick succession, assuming they're not blasting really loud techno music or something in there. Meanwhile, the plague doctor waits, writing out yet another note on a small scrap of paper.

[orb_of_blood]

No, Nixa doesn't side with 'good', or 'evil'. Just chaos, fun and flame.

"I don't know much. I have too many siblings to keep track of them all. Didn't even know Trissy was my blood until a few days ago. Nevertheless, my keen dragon eyes didn't miss her dead body being lugged in by a little brother right under my nose, dumped here and left for others to raise. I watched. It was over-dramatic."

Nixa grins at McLohan. "Assuming you can't make the connection, she was in the Underdark a few days ago, wound up dead, and is now fleeing. My best guess? She murdered some important drow down there, and is being hunted for it. It sounds... rather typical, actually, for someone of my blood." Except the whole running and hiding bit. Most of her siblings, including her, would rather pick up a weapon, and turn to face their attackers in a flurry of scales, blood, and magic.

"So that's their tale, in all it's lack of flourish. You got a tale? Always in the mood for a good one. Perhaps you could answer this, Preacher, why is it you look more suited to farming or mercenary work than praying to whichever diety? You appear more soldier than reverend."

[Sneaky Weasel]

Although he gives no sign of it, the Reverend is somewhat taken aback. She has too many siblings to keep track of? Only having one brother himself, it's almost impossible to imagine what that must be like. The dark elves are strange indeed.

He chuckles as the conversation turns to his past. "Tell me, could I truly serve the path of Goodness if I was weak in body? Those who concentrate on spiritual matters while letting their physical forms deteriorate are simply wasting a great gift.
"But it's true that I wasn't always a Priest. I grew up in the Highlands of Craven, a place of hardship and war. Nothing compared to the Underdark, I'm sure, but enough that everyone was trained for battle at a young age. I was part of the McLohan Clan, the best of the bunch, or the worst depending on how you look at it." The Priest shakes his head at the memory.

"I became a priest after I saw the pointlessness of my Clan's eternal war. Devoting one's life to the good of others is far more valuable than trying to kill them. Of course, I'm more tolerant than most priests because of my own somewhat bloody past." He smiles. "Not a terribly exciting story, but most stories really aren't."

[OrchestraHc]

The doctor picks himself up out of his seat, nods, and heads upstairs. T'rissylene and Marty may hear a soft knock at their door, three taps against the frame in quick succession, assuming they're not blasting really loud techno music or something in there. Meanwhile, the plague doctor waits, writing out yet another note on a small scrap of paper.

As the masked doctor walks up stairs Romeo notices and walks after him, covering his mouth with his robes. As he reaches the top stairs, Romeo yells, "Mffter! Mffter!" muffled by his robes.

The Doctor may run into Elio standing in front of that door, noticing then staring at the man, first with a look of shock, coming from the same culture as Romeo, followed by suspicion. Before the doctor gets too close he heavily slams his hand on the wall before the door, forming a wall with his body. "May I help you?" he asks rather loudly.

((Singingnoodle said in OOC he would be unavailable for awhile, just so you know, so Marty is sort of deadtimed.))

[orb_of_blood]

Well, she only has four drow siblings. Her dragon siblings are the ones that are endless. And with them constantly falling at one another's hands, and rising others to take their place, they change so often she's lost track of them.

Nixa laughs, "I've sat through much more boring a tale."

She stands, slips around behind the bar and looks longingly at the liquor. The first and last time she'd ever tried it had ended with a giant fireball. She couldn't remember the taste, but had seen the effects on all of her siblings and had always wished to try some at some point. Still, she slides past it and pours herself a dismally ordinary glass of water instead. And even that proves difficult for a red dragon to drink. She does not offer the reverend anything, but figures that he either doesn't drink, or frowns upon stealing even a lick of alcohol.

"The path of Goodness. And what, in your eyes, makes a person 'good'? Perhaps 'good' is defending your family in this war you've abandoned. Or 'good' would be to stay around that area and try to ease the suffering of the wounded. So in this instance, does 'good' define the act of marrying a likely evil drow to a half-elf who reeks of paranoia?"

[Sneaky Weasel]

McLohan goes over and leans on the bar. It really wouldn't have bothered him much had Nixa taken some alcohol, being that her sister runs the inn. She's practically entitled to help herself, within reason. Of course, he wouldn't want any himself, because it would be impolite for a non family member to do so.

He strokes his stubbly beard in thought, thinking her her question through before answering. It isn't often that people are so forthright with Priests, and he considers it a nice change from the usual differential respect.

"I think it all depends on how you look at things. Cast in the correct lighting, nearly anything can be considered 'Good' or 'Evil'. All I can do is try my best to take the course that appears to have the most positive inpact on the world at any given time. For instance, would it really be 'good' to defend a clan of rogues, murderers and hooligans against more of the same? And would aiding the wounded so they could go on killing with greater vigor really the best way to benefit the world? Or would leaving them behind and trying to help those who don't bring trouble on themselves be a better course of action?" The Reverend grins ruefully, not even sure if he's actually right about this. If only there was some universal distinction between good and evil, everything would be so much simpler. But there is no such distinction, or at least none that he's found.

"Regardless, right here and now the best thing I can think of doing is to try to bring some joy into the lives of a couple when no one else seems willing to do so. Even 'evil' people still deserve kindness, after all."

[orb_of_blood]

"Do they?" Nixa's voice is very soft, very distant. Suddenly it seems that she's thinking of a specific example. "I'd argue against that." But she doesn't give any reasons for it, which is unlike her. Usually she'll argue with anything that moves. All she adds there is: "strongly."

Anyways, considering that Nixa met Trissy a few days ago, they had a huge argument which almost ended in Nixa frying her sisters fiancee, and then she sat idly by and watched her sister be raised without helping or offering payment for services, she's probably not entitled to take what she wants from the tavern. In fact, seeing as her dragon siblings exploded the tavern, and Nixa has the potential to explode the tavern all over again, especially if liquor is uncorked near her, it's surprising she's not been asked to leave.

"You know what's easier? Stepping away from all that ranking and order and living as you like. Chaos. Not always honest, but if you're a decent person and not about to go on a mass-killing spree, it works well enough." She shrugs, "still, soul-saving's for some, and a general disregard for other beings is for others."

She thinks for a moment. "What deity did you say you followed?"

[Dark Elf Bard]

Vierzt walks in. Hey, Nix. Presumably behind his follows the armored Divebomb.

Divebomb, Nixa. Nixa, Divebomb.

He yamns and moves to get a vodka, leaning on the bar.

[Sneaky Weasel]

Yes, that way of living is easier. But if ease was the goal, then McLohan certainly wouldn't have become a Priest. Politeness forbears him from saying anything out loud, however. He doesn't blame her for looking out for number one, he's just glad that not everyone lives like that.

"I didn't say which deity I worshiped, because I really don't. Or rather, I pay homage to any god who entreats its followers to help others, and to better themselves. There's no one deity that I praise above the rest." There are many gods worth worshiping, and devoting himself to a single one seems pointless.

He looks up as Vierzt enters the tavern. Nodding in greeting, he tries to ascertain what the newcomer looks like.
"Hello there. I'm the Reverend Gavin McLohan, at your service."

[orb_of_blood]

"That," Nixa laughs, "means that you'd despise my own deity."

And then Vierzt enters. If I may take the liberty to describe him a teeny bit in relation to Nixa? The two are of an identical height, with the same skin tones, and hair color. Which is hardly odd as they're both drow, but there's certainly a likeness between them that's obviously no coincidence. The only major difference is the eyes, as Nixa's are a red, flickering and dancing like flame. "Now now, little brother, I'll have no demeaning shortenings of my name. It's short enough as is, and is a wonderfully proud name anyways."

She moves to greet him, but backs away quickly when he takes out the liquor bottle.

[Dark Elf Bard]

He bows. Sorry, Miss Nixa Vivilandra B'xarenef.

He then takes a big swig of vodka.

[Murkus]

Divebomb (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=13394128&postcount=738)appears, dressed in her strange costume. When introduced, she just grins and puts her hands on her hips. "Little brother? Aw, that's cute. Does he call you big sis?"

[Lord Magtok]

As the masked doctor walks up stairs Romeo notices and walks after him, covering his mouth with his robes. As he reaches the top stairs, Romeo yells, "Mffter! Mffter!" muffled by his robes.

The Doctor may run into Elio standing in front of that door, noticing then staring at the man, first with a look of shock, coming from the same culture as Romeo, followed by suspicion. Before the doctor gets too close he heavily slams his hand on the wall before the door, forming a wall with his body. "May I help you?" he asks rather loudly.

The note that the doctor had been working on is dropped into a pocket, and is instead replaced with another as the man writes up a new one. Y'know, for a doctor, he has awfully legible handwriting. :smallconfused:


As stated earlier, I am in need of lodging.

And there's no polite way of discovering if a room is occupied without knocking first! It's not like there's any staff around the place to help anyone, unfortunately. The couple in charge really ought to put up a 'Help Wanted' sign in the front window or something.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Divebomb (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=13394128&postcount=738)appears, dressed in her strange costume. When introduced, she just grins and puts her hands on her hips. "Little brother? Aw, that's cute. Does he call you big sis?"

Of course not! I'm sure I'm older!

[Devixer]

Aiden walks into the Sleeping Goblin, looking alert for once. He looks around in the inn for anyone official-looking that he can talk to for a job.

[OrchestraHc]

The note that the doctor had been working on is dropped into a pocket, and is instead replaced with another as the man writes up a new one. Y'know, for a doctor, he has awfully legible handwriting. :smallconfused:



And there's no polite way of discovering if a room is occupied without knocking first! It's not like there's any staff around the place to help anyone, unfortunately. The couple in charge really ought to put up a 'Help Wanted' sign in the front window or something.

Oh goodie, a write everything down gimmick. Elio roles his eyes and pulls out a pair of reading glasses and reads the doctor's note. "Mmhmm, might I recommend Trog's. It's right down the street, in either direction. I'm sorry to be so curt, but the upstairs is going to have to be off limits for a period, the owner has gone into deadtime with his fiancee and we're in a bit of a pickle." While speaking to the doctor, the old wizard looks him once over with magical sight, just to see if this speechless man is packing anything he should worry about, or if he is something he should worry about.

Romeo tries his hardest not to breathe unnecessarily while standing downwind from the doctor and Elio. Yes, he is aware they are in door, but if Elio is facing in your direction you are always downwind.

[orb_of_blood]

Of course not! I'm sure I'm older!

"We're the same age, actually." Nixa would do something that could be easily mistaken for sibling love by anyone who didn't know her - such as tousle his hair - but he's still got that drink, so she stays well clear. "I'm just more mature."

...no. She's not. But a dominance battle is really not something she desires right now, so that's what she goes with.

"Are you his girlfriend?" She asks Divebomb. How like her to be totally unsubtle.


Aiden walks into the Sleeping Goblin, looking alert for once. He looks around in the inn for anyone official-looking that he can talk to for a job.

That would be Nixa! Or... well, sorta. See, she's not actually in charge, but seeing as there are currently no employees here and she's the sister of the wife of the owner, she's probably the closest he's going to get for a little while.

Besides, this place has so few employees, Nixa's thinking of just announcing herself the new owner of the tavern, and dealing with anyone who objects. And why not? Trissy probably wouldn't hurt her, or let Marty hurt her, and it would give her something to do other than fiddling with magic spells and taunting her siblings. Who knows, maybe Vierzt would even help her!

Still, for now, she has little to do with the running of the tavern. But considering she's behind the counter and is dressed like a professional mage in her crisp black robes, she looks as though she's in charge.

[Devixer]

Aiden walks up to the counter, across from Nixa. "Hey. You folks wouldn't happen to be hiring, would you?" he says, getting straight to the point. Nixa may notice that although he looks clean enough, his clothes are well-used, and a little frayed.

[orb_of_blood]

Aiden walks up to the counter, across from Nixa. "Hey. You folks wouldn't happen to be hiring, would you?" he says, getting straight to the point. Nixa may notice that although he looks clean enough, his clothes are well-used, and a little frayed.

"Well if 'we' aren't, then 'we' really ought to be!" She declares, likely giving away that she's not completely in charge. "What job were you looking for?"

[Dark Elf Bard]

"We're the same age, actually." Nixa would do something that could be easily mistaken for sibling love by anyone who didn't know her - such as tousle his hair - but he's still got that drink, so she stays well clear. "I'm just more mature."

...no. She's not. But a dominance battle is really not something she desires right now, so that's what she goes with.

"Are you his girlfriend?" She asks Divebomb. How like her to be totally unsubtle.


Vierzt turns red.
What the hell? No!!! Shut it!

Huh!First time (in front of Nixa, anyways) that he looks anything less than confident and collected.

Looks like this drow may have developed a little crush!

[Devixer]

Aiden furrows his brow, but doesn't question Nixa's position. He was far too broke for that. "Well, that depends on what jobs are available, I suppose. Can't be a bouncer for this place, after all."

[The Bushranger]

From outside the Inn, there comes a sudden flash of light and crash of thunder-like noise strong enough to rattle the windows.

And a moment later, a fellow clad in a classic trenchcoat with a low-pulled fedora over glowing green eyes and a red bandanna over his nose and mouth walks inside.

[orb_of_blood]

The faintest flicker of a smile.

Excellent. Two things are going her way already.

The first would be that she's found a weapon against Akoraun. Nothing much, but it proves she can cut through his calm disposition, and if she could set him off guard, it would be so much easier for her to claim dominance later.

For now, she doesn't answer him, waiting for the girl's response, and enjoying how flustered he is.

The second is this newcomer. But before she can plot, she has to get a better understanding of who he is.

"Oh? I wonder what gave you that idea. I'd say most jobs are available, but I'm curious as to why you ruled out bouncer?"

[Lord Magtok]

Upstairs

I'm not quite sure what magical sight would or would not pick up, so I'll just put my response on hold for now, as the 'doctor' gets to writing up another note.


The fiancee's sister described circumstances differently.

...Huh. Well that's not very helpful or informative at all, is it? I don't think the fellow behind that weird beak-mask is going to be turned away quite so easily.

[Devixer]

"I ruled out bouncer because I'm a writer," Aiden says. "Do you really think I'm intimidating enough to keep people out? Don't say yes, because I'll know you're lying."

[orb_of_blood]

Nixa shrugs. "You never know. In the Nexus, people are usually more than they appear. Though I must say, a tavern doesn't seem like much of a place for a writer. Still, I ask again: what job did you have in mind? I believe most positions are open."

[OrchestraHc]

Yes, I thought that might have been a bit too vague. Magical sight would basically allow Elio to see if the doctor has any magical or supernatural items on him, has a magical aura of his own from being either a magical being or powerful magic user, or is under the affect of any enchantments and possibly the nature of those enchantments.

Elio reads the note and seems to contemplate it for a moment. After deliberation, the old wizard looks over the doctor's shoulder to speak to his apprentice. "Romeo, could you go downstairs? I'll be a moment." Without hesitation Romeo runs down the stairs to the room with the others. Elio then turns his attentions to the doctor. "I'm sorry, I'm not normally so rude, but I'm going to have to very seriously insist that you leave. Please."

Meanwhile downstairs, Romeo seeks out a someone he hopes he can trust. "Miss Nixa? My master might be getting into a fight upstairs. I think it might be someone after your sister. You know powerful magic right. Can you help him?" The master and apprentice sort of met Nixa at Arcanus, and she's Trissylene's sister, so she should be willing to help, right?

[Devixer]

"Well, maybe a tavern isn't a place for a writer, if you have some romantic vision of how writers get food on their plate," Aiden says. "But anyway, I'd been hoping to get a position as a waiter, or maybe a bartender."

[The Bushranger]

Meanwhile, Mr. Fedora-head walks up to the bar with a frown...not that it can be seen, since, hankerchief.
"Is there a problem here?" he addresses Elio (I presume).

[OrchestraHc]

Elio is an old man who is speaking to an imposing plague Doctor upstairs.

Romeo teenager who is downstairs worriedly looking for help.

Take your pick.

[Lord Magtok]

Upstairs

((I think it's best we pause this scene now. I'm fine with waiting for Noodle to return, but using that deadtime to set up a fight to stomp What when he's OOC-prevented from pursuing his target is terribly unfair. =/))

[Zefir]

With a much less attention drawing flash a figure cloaked in a white cape with red runes on his end appears on the roof of the bar. He sits there and eats popcorn while watching Mr. Fedora-head. Just in case he followed him from the Inside fight up here.

[Murkus]

Vierzt turns red.
What the hell? No!!! Shut it!

Huh!First time (in front of Nixa, anyways) that he looks anything less than confident and collected.

Looks like this drow may have developed a little crush!


"We're the same age, actually." Nixa would do something that could be easily mistaken for sibling love by anyone who didn't know her - such as tousle his hair - but he's still got that drink, so she stays well clear. "I'm just more mature."

...no. She's not. But a dominance battle is really not something she desires right now, so that's what she goes with.

"Are you his girlfriend?" She asks Divebomb. How like her to be totally unsubtle.


Divebomb makes a little 'ah' shape with her mouth in understanding. She grins at the drow, so far finding them very amusing. Though a scolding look is sent towards Vierzt. "Hey now, Vierzt, be nice to your sister." Back to Niza! "So cranky. And, uh, nope! Doesn't he have one? He's very handsome."

[orb_of_blood]

Divebomb makes a little 'ah' shape with her mouth in understanding. She grins at the drow, so far finding them very amusing. Though a scolding look is sent towards Vierzt. "Hey now, Vierzt, be nice to your sister." Back to Niza! "So cranky. And, uh, nope! Doesn't he have one? He's very handsome."

((Since the upstairs is deadtimed, I'm going to leave that alone.))

"Oh yes," Nixa agrees, "that's my brother. The 'pretty boy', though a bit soft. Pretends not to be, but if that blush is anything to judge by... Anyways, I don't think he's got anyone yet, so go ahead." She waves her hand dismissively.


"Well, maybe a tavern isn't a place for a writer, if you have some romantic vision of how writers get food on their plate," Aiden says. "But anyway, I'd been hoping to get a position as a waiter, or maybe a bartender."

She turns back to face the applicant. "I do believe both positions are open. It's not like there's anyone else here to do them. But seeing as my skin sometimes burns hot enough to ignite flammable substances, why don't you take the bartender job for now?" Not that she'd bring herself to wait tables ever, but she wants to maintain whatever scrap of illusion remains that she's in charge around there.

Besides, if she can ever figure out that infernal golem, she wouldn't need to do anything at all.

[Devixer]

"...Just like that? No interview or anything?" Aiden is growing a little suspicious. Maybe this place is different from Chicago, but he can't think of anywhere that would just say 'sure, you're hired.'

[Dark Elf Bard]

((Cool, I'll edit you in the OP.))

[orb_of_blood]

"...Just like that? No interview or anything?" Aiden is growing a little suspicious. Maybe this place is different from Chicago, but he can't think of anywhere that would just say 'sure, you're hired.'

Nixa laughs lightly, "why not? Technically I don't own this place. It has no current workers. And if I didn't think I could handle you, I'd never have even spoken to you. If you'd like, I can make the process more difficult, but to be honest, that'd likely just bore me, so why bother?"

She shrugs. Any trouble would not be on her head, after all, but on Marty and Trissy's. Besides, if he did end up destroying something, she'd probably just laugh, watch, or join in.

[Devixer]

Aiden shrugs. "Alright, whatever. I'm just glad to have a steady paycheck in this crazy world. When can I start?" he asks, adjusting his coat.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Vierzt turns completely scarlet!

Nixa, shut your-

Woops, Divebomb said to be nice.

Ugh.... Whatever.

He wanders over to the bar and grabs another bottle.

[orb_of_blood]

"Right away," Nixa shrugs, "if you're ready of course. There are many free rooms upstairs you can pick from. Or if you have a different place, that's fine too."

She turns to Vierzt and smiles very sweetly. "Why dear brother, you're pink! It's okay if you're in love. I'll mock you mercilessly, and I advise against it, but still, go ahead."

She looks distastefully at the bottle in his hands. "Hey, uh- new guy." She was about to ask him to do something, but it occurs to her she never asked his name. "What on Laira do I call you, anyways?"

[Devixer]

"Sounds good to me." Aiden lived at GloG, but he didn't really like coasting on their charity. At least here, he lived in the same place he worked.

He rolls his eyes a bit when Nixa asks what to call him. "Name's Aiden. If you want to be official, you can call me Mr. Kester."

[Dark Elf Bard]

Vierzt grunts.

'M not.

[Murkus]

Vierzt turns completely scarlet!

Nixa, shut your-

Woops, Divebomb said to be nice.

Ugh.... Whatever.

He wanders over to the bar and grabs another bottle.


"Right away," Nixa shrugs, "if you're ready of course. There are many free rooms upstairs you can pick from. Or if you have a different place, that's fine too."

She turns to Vierzt and smiles very sweetly. "Why dear brother, you're pink! It's okay if you're in love. I'll mock you mercilessly, and I advise against it, but still, go ahead."

She looks distastefully at the bottle in his hands. "Hey, uh- new guy." She was about to ask him to do something, but it occurs to her she never asked his name. "What on Laira do I call you, anyways?"

Divebomb positively giggles at Vierzt, her lips curling in a girlish smile. Though she seems to take some offense at Nixa's comment.

"I'm a catch, I'll have you know!" Gelley assures her, placing an indignant pair of hands on her wide hips.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Well, I mean, uh, you're pretty, um, pretty... Stop!

Vierzt looks very uncomfortable.

[orb_of_blood]

"Sounds good to me." Aiden lived at GloG, but he didn't really like coasting on their charity. At least here, he lived in the same place he worked.

He rolls his eyes a bit when Nixa asks what to call him. "Name's Aiden. If you want to be official, you can call me Mr. Kester."

Nixa's about to introduces herself, too, but is forced to stop for a moment to think. Being official is hard because she has a whole bunch of different possibilities for her own names. She's either: Ms Vivilandra, Ms. B'xarenef, Ms. Akor, or even a few others. It all really depends on how much time one has to spend with another in order to take their last name. Some cultures say 'marriage', but the whole life-force-entwining with Saer was bonding enough.

"Um, Aiden is fine. If you want to settle in, or look around a bit, now is your chance. Otherwise, my brother's girlfriend if she'd like anything." She doesn't mention Vierzt 'cause he's helping himself. As for Divebomb, well she'd offer her a drink herself, but she doesn't want to appear doting.

Not that she has any chance of appearing doting, for her next words, directed at Vierzt, are:

"Not what, little brother? Not pink or not in love? You can't argue against being pink, I'm afraid. It's a rather alarming shade. And it only proves you've got a crush too." She shakes her head sadly, as though he's a lost cause.

When Divebomb takes offense, she only smiles. "I'm sure you are. It's just, why would such a lovely... uhm," she looks distastefully at the costume, "lady, like yourself want to waste time playing at love? I must say, I'm rather shocked such an emotion caught on at all."

[Murkus]

"Thank you Vierzt," Gelley says to the drow in a lilting tone of voice. It seems the offense she took wasn't significant. Or real, even. Though Nixa's next statement does confuse her. The short girl yanks out a chair before plopping down, crossing her arms and one leg over the other. "Why do you say that?"

Before Aiden does anything else, she leans towards him and points a finger. "Oh, um, can I have a rum n' Coke? Diet, please." She flashes a complimentary smile. "Thaaanks."


Meanwhile, Nixa should know that there are other employees around. Bellan, for instance. The muscular human-looking bouncer sitting quietly in the corner, watching the newcomers and worrying about potential assassins. He swore to protect Trissy, so he'll stay and watch over the customers.

[Devixer]

"No problem," Aiden says, mixing the drink relatively quickly after he figures out where everything is. He leaves it on the counter for Gelley to take.

[Murkus]

"Vierzt, honey, could you bring that over?" Gelley calls to the drow, without a hint of teasing in her voice.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Vierzt turns around extremely quickly and grabs the glass without a word.\

He's trying to look bored, but the drow looks more like he's trying not to smile hugely.

Vierzt hands the glass to Gelley and sits down a few stool away from her.

[Devixer]

Aiden shakes his head a little at Vierzt's expression, and quickly goes back to examining the bar and figuring out where everything is.

[orb_of_blood]

“I'm a matchmaker!” Nixa laughs. Hers is dramatic, involving tossing back her floor-length hair and giving what could be interpreted as slightly ominous peals of laughter. “Albeit that's not exactly what I was aiming for. Really, both of you ought to know that love is useless.”

Thoroughly amused, Nixa shakes her head and looks away, watching Aiden work instead. "Quite a stock, isn't it? Not sure how they got it all. I bet they can match just about any order. A shame, that. Such a misuse of magic."

How calmly she says that, as though she's never misused magic herself. Shoving Vierzt, her own blood, out of the inn springs to mind...

Can't believe he isn't angry about that, actually. Ah well.

[Devixer]

Aiden rolls his eyes at the 'love is useless' comment, although makes it a point to not let Nixa see that. "It could be magic, I guess," Aiden says. "I would venture a guess at money, but whatever you say." Long as he got regular paychecks out of this job.

[Murkus]

Whoah! Villainess radar going crazy. That laugh can't be anything but evil. Gelley leans away from Nixa a bit, but remains amiable as ever. "That's an awfully sad way to think. Did someone break your heart, Nixa? I know how that is. My sister's the same way."

Vierzt, meanwhile, gets only a polite and gracious nod by way of thanks. She smiles at him when he sits, but otherwise is content with her drink and her table. Sipping likely occurs.

[orb_of_blood]

Villainess? Nixa?

Well... maybe. Sometimes. Not really right now. I mean, at least she hasn't burned down the tavern. Yet.

...Right?

"That doesn't matter." She answers flatly. If one sparks the memories of Saer or Beren, one sees the darker side of Nixa. Case in point: "It's a simple fact that it is useless. Love doesn't pay for anything. It doesn't make you stronger, regardless of stupid sayings. All in means is that you have one more person to keep control of, to keep submissive, else they'll stab you in the back and move on. Watch yourself. This is my brother, remember."

As for Aiden, well, he never really asked what the job pays. Nixa may be under the impression that she doesn't need to pay him at all! She isn't, but he can't know that. :smalltongue:

Oh, and it's probably a good thing that she didn't catch the eye roll!

[Murkus]

"I dunno about all that, Nixa," Gelley says, pursing her lips. She wonders if she was right about the poor girl. "Maybe you just haven't really experienced love yet." She glances to the side. "That's what it sounds like, anyway."

[Devixer]

Aiden decides to drop out of the conversation before he's provoked into saying or doing something really stupid, and starts to serve drinks to any present NPC's who request them. He really doesn't want to muck this up, this might just be the first job he manages to keep for longer than two months.

[orb_of_blood]

"I dunno about all that, Nixa," Gelley says, pursing her lips. She wonders if she was right about the poor girl. "Maybe you just haven't really experienced love yet." She glances to the side. "That's what it sounds like, anyway."

"Maybe not." Nixa agrees quietly. Again, she casts a longing look at the rows of neat bottles on the shelf behind the bar. Damn dragon blood.

"As fascinating as this all is, it's really a terrible topic. The entire point was to warn you against my brother, and my brother against you, but that seems to have back-fired. And now Vierzt seems to have been shocked into silence." Not waiting for his answer, she continues, "I'd rather ask about you, Gelley. The costume, specifically. It's been confusing me ever since you walked in. Is there some explanation behind it?"

Listening to whatever Gelley replies, she watches Aiden move around the bar. The poor man looks like he's barely containing a scathing remark, and Nixa shakes her head and tsk-tsks at his lack of will to come out and say it.

[Murkus]

((Oh, er, Gelley hasn't given her name. She just called herself Divebomb. Secret identity and all))

Divebomb makes no comment about being warned away from Vierzt. She just likes teasing him, for the moment. When asked about her costume, a certain pride is aroused, and the steel-clad heroine grins. "I'm a superhero! Saving lives, stopping crime, beating people up. That sort of thing."

[Devixer]

It's less a lack of will and more of a sense of tact. Aiden's not about to say something that might anger his employer, especially one that seemed to do villainous laughs for fun.

In any case, he won't be talking much anymore unless someone talks to him.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Vierzt gives Aiden a sideways look.

Didn't catch your name.

[Devixer]

"Aiden Kester," he says while continuing to pour and serve drinks. "But you'll probably just call me bartender anyways, after you've had a few."

[Dark Elf Bard]

Eh. Why do you want to work here? There's crossbreeders, half-dragons, insane shapeshifters, and hippies. Not sure which is the worst.

[Devixer]

"See, that's all null and void, because I'm far worse than any of those. I'm an unpublished writer," Aiden says, taking a moment to wiggle his fingers as though that were spooky. "Besides, not like I can choose where I work. Gotta make a living somehow."

[Dark Elf Bard]

Vierzt shrugs. Publish a book, if you're a writer.

[Devixer]

"Publish a book, he says!" Aiden says, going into a short fit of laughter. "Like it's so simple. How many publishers will I find in the Nexus? How many of them will accept some kid with no pub creds? Who would even buy a book around here, when they have easy access to much more advanced entertainment?

[Dark Elf Bard]

Vierzt shrugs.

If you're any good, people will publish, and buy your books.

[Devixer]

"You've never tried to publish a book before, have you?" Aiden says, starting to get a little annoyed at what he perceives as Vierzt not knowing what he's talking about. "Publishers don't want to take a risk on me, especially not in the Nexus where books are long-obsolete."

[Dark Elf Bard]

I guess. Never read a book before. Don't know how. But if that was true, how would anyone get started with their first novel?

[Devixer]

Aiden sighs. Of course Vierzt didn't know what he was talking about, he couldn't even read. "Where I come from, a writer tries over and over and over until someone takes pity on them. This isn't where I come from, though, and I have to see any sort of publisher in the Nexus, let alone the pity-taking type."

[Dark Elf Bard]

Vierzt shrugs. Dun't need to be a publisher, if you want it mass produced. Just go to someone big in Nexus. Magtok, Ilpholin, Dipsnig... all have a lot influence and fame.

[Devixer]

Aiden gives Vierzt a very flat look. "You want me to go to people who would kill me as soon as look at me and ask them to spread a book around?" He shakes his head and keeps serving drinks.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Vierzt raises an eyebrow. Maybe it's just me, but they don't seem threatening. To me, at least. Should I go with you for protection?

Vierzt seems half-joking, -half-serious.

[Devixer]

"You know, call me crazy, but I wouldn't be much more comfortable if you came along for 'protection.'" Aiden starts to whistle a little, cleaning a few used mugs.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Well, then go talk to them.

...Real good logic there, Vierzt.

[Devixer]

Aiden sighs. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever, I'll go risk my hide for a book."

[Dark Elf Bard]

Vierzt shrugs.

Guess you're not meant to be a writer, if you dno't want to publish a book.

[Devixer]

"Shut up," Aiden says. His tone of voice suddenly got a lot less friendly.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Vierzt looks Aiden straight in the eye.

Why? It makes sense. If you don't want to try to publish a book, then you must not be a writer.

[Devixer]

"Stop acting like you know what you're talking about." Of course Aiden wants to publish a book, but he's never been much of an optimist.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Vierzt laughs with a smirk. And you do?

[Devixer]

"I know more about the business than you do, that's for damn sure." That's probably the last thing Aiden says to Vierzt. he's not exactly happy right now.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Vierzt smirks more. Makes since to me. How can you be, or even want to be a writer, if no one actually sees what you write? Is you even write at all.

[Devixer]

Aiden decides not to continue the conversation by mentioning that he actually has been published back home, and that apparently not wanting to die equaled not wanting to be a writer. Instead, he stays behind the bar and keeps serving drinks.

[Hattish Thing]

Marty undeadtimes! Uh...what's going on?

[Lord Magtok]

The doctor picks himself up out of his seat, nods, and heads upstairs. T'rissylene and Marty may hear a soft knock at their door, three taps against the frame in quick succession, assuming they're not blasting really loud techno music or something in there. Meanwhile, the plague doctor waits, writing out yet another note on a small scrap of paper.

This is what's going on, Marty.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Marty undeadtimes! Uh...what's going on?

Hon, I, uh... have some news.

[Hattish Thing]

Marty smiles at his wife. "What? You alright?" He heads over to the door and opens it.

[Dark Elf Bard]

II'm, uh...

Just say it!

I'm pregnant. About two more weeks until I'm having a little baby girl.

[Hattish Thing]

(Two weeks?)

[Dark Elf Bard]

(Two weeks?)

((Drow pregnancy is quick. So many females in the city... all born very fast after impregnation.))

Trissy squeezes her eyes shut, scared of Marty's reaction.

[Hattish Thing]

(...Oh...I'll respond after Magtok.)

[Lord Magtok]

((We're waiting on Orchestra now, actually))

[Dark Elf Bard]

(...Oh...I'll respond after Magtok.)

((You can still respond to Trissy while What and Elio are arguing.

Please? *doe eyes*))

[The Bushranger]

Since this plot is moving again...


Meanwhile, Mr. Fedora-head walks up to the bar with a frown...not that it can be seen, since, hankerchief.
"Is there a problem here?" he addresses Elio (I presume) Romeo (I guess).

[Hattish Thing]

((You can still respond to Trissy while What and Elio are arguing.

Please? *doe eyes*))

"You...You're pregnant! Oh gods Trissy that's wonderful! I'm going to be a father!" He rushes back to Trissy, leaving the door slightly open, completely forgetting about the person at the door.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Trissy lets out a breath. Oh my gods. I was afraid you would be angry...

Yes, that was the reason behind my death. But she was resurrected with me, and she's doing great, very healthy!

She embraces her husband with a kiss and a hug.

Wanna feel her kick?

[OrchestraHc]

As the masked doctor walks up stairs Romeo notices and walks after him, covering his mouth with his robes. As he reaches the top stairs, Romeo yells, "Mffter! Mffter!" muffled by his robes.

The Doctor may run into Elio standing in front of that door, noticing then staring at the man, first with a look of shock, coming from the same culture as Romeo, followed by suspicion. Before the doctor gets too close he heavily slams his hand on the wall before the door, forming a wall with his body. "May I help you?" he asks rather loudly.

((Singingnoodle said in OOC he would be unavailable for awhile, just so you know, so Marty is sort of deadtimed.))

This is also going on.


Yes, I thought that might have been a bit too vague. Magical sight would basically allow Elio to see if the doctor has any magical or supernatural items on him, has a magical aura of his own from being either a magical being or powerful magic user, or is under the affect of any enchantments and possibly the nature of those enchantments.

Elio reads the note and seems to contemplate it for a moment. After deliberation, the old wizard looks over the doctor's shoulder to speak to his apprentice. "Romeo, could you go downstairs? I'll be a moment." Without hesitation Romeo runs down the stairs to the room with the others. Elio then turns his attentions to the doctor. "I'm sorry, I'm not normally so rude, but I'm going to have to very seriously insist that you leave. Please."

Meanwhile downstairs, Romeo seeks out a someone he hopes he can trust. "Miss Nixa? My master might be getting into a fight upstairs. I think it might be someone after your sister. You know powerful magic right. Can you help him?" The master and apprentice sort of met Nixa at Arcanus, and she's Trissylene's sister, so she should be willing to help, right?

For Romeo's sake, that also happened.


Meanwhile, Mr. Fedora-head walks up to the bar with a frown...not that it can be seen, since, hankerchief.
"Is there a problem here?" he addresses Elio (I presume). Romeo (I guess).

The lone Bushranger would have heard Romeo's half of that.

((Who should post next in character?))

[Hattish Thing]

"Of course I'm not angry...Thank the gods...don't ever go back, stay with me...we're a family now...A happy one...forever." Marty smiled, his lost dream of having a family was complete...his fate was to be happy...he was sure of it. Now, he'd always be happy. All the bad things that had happened were over...he hoped...He'd never realize that happiness was not for him...Fate had a plan for him.

Downstairs, Rick Brutal argued with the priest loudly. No, that's not right! You seriously need a hobby priesty...

[Dark Elf Bard]

"Of course I'm not angry...Thank the gods...don't ever go back, stay with me...we're a family now...A happy one...forever." Marty smiled, his lost dream of having a family was complete...his fate was to be happy...he was sure of it. Now, he'd always be happy. All the bad things that had happened were over...he hoped...He'd never realize that happiness was not for him...Fate had a plan for him.


((:smallconfused: Fate? Is there a subplot I'm not aware of?))

Trissy smiles back. Her stomach is definitely larger than before, but not by much.

I love you. Do you have any names that come to mind?

[Murkus]

Bellan Vraal begins to stand and keeps a hand on his sword, but remains downstairs for now. He'll just keep an eye on the staircase.

[Hattish Thing]

((:smallconfused: Fate? Is there a subplot I'm not aware of?))

Trissy smiles back. Her stomach is definitely larger than before, but not by much.

I love you. Do you have any names that come to mind?

(Soon! Muahaha!)

He smiles at her before sitting next to her. "I don't know...elven? Drow? Human?"

[Dark Elf Bard]

She leans into his shoulder happily.

I don't know. Something Aceford. You pick, you're smart. She squeezes him close to her.

[Hattish Thing]

Marty reaches to hold her hand. "Hm...I'm not sure...Amelia? Sylvia? Something? I'm not good with names..." He smiles sheepishly.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Trissy smiles and snuggles with Marty, putting her head in his lap.

Mmm, I like Sylvia. Sylvia Aceford. We're gonna be such a happy family...

[Hattish Thing]

He pats her hair softly smiling.

"I know love...we'll be very happy...maybe...you'd like to go celebrate?"

[Dark Elf Bard]

She giggles and kisses him.

Only if you can come, honey! Where would we go?