[Nexus] Trog's Tavern CCXXXVI

[Artemis97]

"I was going to try to find out what happened to your mother." Raril explains to his son. "I know she's... asleep. But what happened wasn't... normal. She didn't expect that. Something went wrong."

[Zefir]

"Then why yoo running, lizard? Gooilty people always run." The rabbit says, twitching it's nose suspiciously, one ear raised. This lizard just stunk of illegality. It was probably a rumrunner or a hitman or a kneecapper or any one of a million kinds of miscreant lawbreakers.

"So innocent people that run away from an evil mass murderer are miscreant? You don't seem to be small long ear. I just run away from this drow over there cause I hate poking and want to avoid death. Also I didn't do anything to threat him so let ME FREE NOW."

For most of the people is sounds like squeeking and such noise what may have drawn th attention of many NPC. You never see an plush toy lizardy going enrage against a bunny.

[Rebonack]

Lizard uses ENRAGE!

Rawr.

*ahem*

"Can I come with you to see Mother?" Divaonar inquires of Raril. "I haven't... y'know... I haven't seen her since she went to sleep."

At the mention of something odd...

"Normally she would have been able to go back to sleep once all the other Old Ones have. 'cuz their stirrings always wake her up. But if that's what happened she probably would have just laid down quietly."

Instead of falling over like a meteor impact.

"I... I think someone must have hurt her."

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt eeeeee's loudly over the song in a manner way too fangirly. I don't even think she listened to what it was. It really didn't matter.

"You sure I can't have your autograph before you leave?" If Raril goes on tour and becomes famous, the autograph will be worth a lot!

[Devixer]

Ashley heads down the stairs and sits at a table in the corner. She looks like she has a hangover.

[iElf]

Ashley heads down the stairs and sits at a table in the corner. She looks like she has a hangover.

Samuel sees her, puts on his best charming smile, and sat next to her "hi there. I'm Samuel."

[Devixer]

Ashley makes sure she has some space, she didn't know what this man wanted. "Hello. Name's Ashley."

[Lost_Deep]

The NPC leaves.

The Woman in the corner isn't doing anything more. Seems to be waiting for someone. Not necessarily in anyone particular, but someone.

[iElf]

Ashley makes sure she has some space, she didn't know what this man wanted. "Hello. Name's Ashley."

the man grins roguishly "and what is a young lady of your standing doing in a place like this? apart from getting a hang over...and I think I have a cure for that..." he takes out a small bag with a green powder " Gnomish Coffee powder, mixed with a few substances of a more arcane nature. only take a pinch, and swallow with water, and your ready to party all night again"

[Devixer]

Ashley actually doesn't like the idea of being able to drink every single night, as alcohol tended to have side effects on her magic. Speaking of which, she tries to sense any sort of arcane aura from the powder. "No thank you. And I don't know where you get the idea that I have some kind of standing."

[iElf]

Ashley actually doesn't like the idea of being able to drink every single night, as alcohol tended to have side effects on her magic. Speaking of which, she tries to sense any sort of arcane aura from the powder. "No thank you. And I don't know where you get the idea that I have some kind of standing."

the stuff looks pretty magical to Ashly .Sam laughs, and leans back "your loss. and the standing thing is just something that worked more often back at home...but I'm curious now. why are you here Ashley?"

[Devixer]

Ashley's deciding that she doesn't really trust this man, and is starting to look for an excuse to exit. "A spell brought me here."

[iElf]

Ashley's deciding that she doesn't really trust this man, and is starting to look for an excuse to exit. "A spell brought me here."

the man frowns now, leaning back "...that's strange...very strange. I'm a Bard...I specialise in Magic...and a spell brought me here too...under rather strange circumstances"

[Artemis97]

Raril nods, agreeing with his son."I was afraid of that, myself."

The drow shrugs when Reinholdt asks for an autograph. "Why not?" He plucks the plume from his hat, which was actually a rather nifty quill, and will sign whatever the cat pushed in his direction (within reason, of course).

[Devixer]

"It isn't that strange." Of course, when you've fought Star Spawn of the Old Ones, things tend to be less strange to you. "I mean, I cast the spell that borught me here, so I'm sure you know why you're here."

[iElf]

"It isn't that strange." Of course, when you've fought Star Spawn of the Old Ones, things tend to be less strange to you. "I mean, I cast the spell that borught me here, so I'm sure you know why you're here."

sam smiles "I'm sure i do...how about here, tonight later on? I'm sure you could do with a nice date"

[Devixer]

Ashley tries to figure out how to let this guy down gently. "Um, thanks for the offer, but I think I'll have to pass."

[Reinholdt]

Raril nods, agreeing with his son."I was afraid of that, myself."

The drow shrugs when Reinholdt asks for an autograph. "Why not?" He plucks the plume from his hat, which was actually a rather nifty quill, and will sign whatever the cat pushed in his direction (within reason, of course).

Just a piece of paper. If she was thinking about it, she'd probably have him sign her hat, but that'd probably be really hard to do anyways.

"Eeeeeeeeee! Thank you!"
Reinholdt tucks it away very carefully.

[Shadowcaller]

A bleak woman looking to be around 20 enters the tavern, she have shoulder length black hair, dark brown eyes and rather thin. She's dressed very plainly in a grey hoodie which goes well with the fact she's also rather plain. Not anyone would pay attention to in a crowd.

She appears rather nervous as she look around and it takes a moment until she continues up to the counter and pays for an apple juice. She peers around the bar, looking for someone to talk to.

[Lost_Deep]

There is a new face at Trog's. Back in a shadowy corner is a woman in a trenchcoat and a hat that covers her eyes. On the far side of the table from her is a block of wood that says "1:1 deals. Make any request."

She is not currently talking to anyone.

[FireFox]

Ally comes down stairs and gets something to eat.

[Devixer]

Ashley watches the thief as she comes down. Looking at Sam, she says, "Can we continue this converstaion another time? I'm going to go talk to my friend." Unless interrupted, the illusionist stands from the table and goes to sit near Ally.

[FireFox]

The thief gives Ashley a smile. How are you feeling?

[Devixer]

Ashley grins. "Not drunk anymore, now I'm just dying."

[FireFox]

You shouldn't drink so much. She chuckles.

[Devixer]

"Normally, I don't drink a whole lot." Ashley cradles her head a little. "And I'm pretty sure the magic in my blood makes these headaches worse."

[FireFox]

Maybe you should just stay sober from now on. Ally keeps her voice completely neutral while she looks at the illusionist. She's probably referring to Ashley's drunken quasi-confession.

[Devixer]

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea..." Suddenly, Ashley buries her face in her hands, and curses under her breath. "I did something stupid last night, didn't I?"

[FireFox]

You don't remember? She raises an eyebrow in disbelief.

[Devixer]

"Not really. I remember talking to you, not exactly what we talked about..." At this point, Ashley has a sorta-realization of what she might've said.