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11/11/2004 3:43 PM

Cly sat at the bar alone, sipping his ale. He was amazed, even after the war, the Tavern of Fire looked just as it did 15 years ago...

He had aged remarkably well, the elf in his blood becoming more apparent. The only sign of his age were silver streaks in his iron colored hair, and a short gray beard.

He hunched his cloaked shoulders, the hundreds of charms in his pockets making no noise against his light mythril mail, one of his fonder memories from the town.

He finished his drink, asked for another, and turned his attention to the entryway of the bar...

11/14/2004 8:47 AM

Tala stopped outside the Tavern, taking a good look at it from the outside. It didn't seem to have changed at all since the last time she had been here. In fact, it seemed to be exactly as it had been 15 years ago.

Some things just never change she thought, almost bitterly. She thought about her own struggles over the past 15 years. The scars on her hands, and the long one on her face, that ran down from just above her left eyebrow, down to her jaw. She was lucky she hadn't lost her eyesight in that eye, and thanked the gods every day for that.

I can't stay out here all night, she thought. I came to see how this place was doing, and I might as well get it over with. Besides, it's too late for me to be traveling by myself. I probably should get a room as well.

Tala took a deep breath, pulled her cloak further down upon her head, and walked inside. She wasn't too shocked to see that, like the exterior of the Tavern, the interior was exactly the same as 15 years ago. She shook her head, and walked up to the bar.

"Excuse me," she said, waving the owner down. "I need a room for the night. Can you help me?"

11/23/2004 6:51 PM

OOC: Can I join?

11/30/2004 2:58 PM

High above the Tavern of Fire, a dragon soared through the sky. He had been traveling for awhile now and was getting bored, he needed some excitement. So when he spotted the inn he dived straight down through the sky. And as he fell he started to shrink and his scales turned to flesh and light armor, his wings turned into a cloak, and his scales near his head became hair. He flipped in the air and landed on the ground kneeling with a light impact, sending up dust in every direction.

When he raised himself he was fully human. When he stepped out into the light his features could be clearly seen. His blue eyes scanned the area quickly and the wind ruffled his short silver hair with blue tips. Also his silver cloak rustled in the wind and he went inside. He found an empty table and sat there, waiting to see what would unfold.

11/30/2004 4:25 PM

Drovak was running as fast as he could. He was breathing rapidly, wheezing every now and than due to shortness of oxygen. He didn't mind though, the black arrow that nearly struck him just a few minutes ago was enough to convince him against stopping. His shirt was drenched with sweat and his boots were half covered with mud, getting heavier. As he ran forward, his hands were pushing aside bushes from repeatedly brushing his face now full of scratch marks. Once in a while, his cloak would get entangled in the bushes, and he had to pull them away, tearing part of it. Every few seconds or so, he managed to look back, just to see whether the bounty hunters, whoever they were, were getting closer to him. He never caught a glimpse of them through his dwarven eyes, but his ears kept telling him that they're not far behind. At last, he reached a path, where he continued his escape. After a dozen minutes or so, he stopped.

By now he had found himself standing before a tavern. He turned around for a quick look, hands reaching for the hilt of his battleaxe. No one. His eyes scanned from left to right. Nothing.

He never thought that he'll see the day when his legs could outrun anyone. Than again, he never thought he'd run from a fight too.

Slowly, Drovak walked backwards towards the door of the tavern, eyes still fixed at where he had come from and sweaty hands gripping the battleaxe. He knew the tavern would be a good place to 'disappear' but he reminded himself his life depended that he did not indulge in the local drink delights. As he felt his back against the door of the tavern, he spun around, hid his battleaxe under now tattered cloak, and entered the tavern.

[Edited by blackness on Wednesday, December 1, 2004 2:11 AM]

12/04/2004 12:34 AM

(OOC: Hope you don't mind if I join in. :) See the OOC page for my character sheet; hope it works.)

IC: "Where is that cursed Dwarf?" came a harshly whispered voice through the trees.

"I lost him!" came the reply. "He went that way, over there somewhere!"

Accompanied by the loud crackle of twigs, leaves, and other debris underfoot, the two bounty hunters made their way through the forest. Several meters away, another pair of eyes watched them, carefully hooded so that their own light wouldn't give away the position of the watcher.

Amateurs, Chrissa van Trenta thought to herself with disgust. Even now, she wasn't quite certain why she had decided to join this lot of bounty hunters in their quest to catch the Dwarf. She had known that the majority of them were imbeciles on first sight. Maybe it was the fact that she had simply grown bored with the status quo, and wanted a change. The substantial bounty being offered was part of it, but not all. But right now, that wasn't what she was worrying about. She wanted to know where the Dwarf had gone, too.

Rising silently, another shadow in the night, she slipped carefully forward, making no noise as she moved effortlessly through the woods. Her eyes searched for the trail of the prey, and she found them quickly, even in the dark. She followed them along the trail, out of the woods, then stopped as she saw the tavern in front of her. Quickly, she held a silent debate with herself. Should she expose herself like this? It was risky, and she was bound to attract attention - her kind always did, no matter how they disguised themselves - but on the other hand, the Dwarf wouldn't recognize her. She had stayed well back in the shadows throughout the pursuit; she was certain he had not seen her. Fairly certain, anyway. With that decided, she entered the inn.

Chrissa appeared to be Human, though taller than most women, at just over six feet. She was slender and lithe, but her form was one that spoke of speed and stamina. Her skin was fair, contrasting sharply with her long, raven-black hair that was done in a tight, business-like braid that fell nearly to her waist. Her clothing was black; pants that weren't too tight, but made sure she could move quickly if she had too, a shirt that left her arms bare, and boots that reached to mid-calf. She wore a tight-fitting breastplate of leather armor that seemed almost decorative. The neckline dipped far lower than would have been wise in a battle, but it exposed one of the reasons why she drew attention, no matter where she went. Her upper chest was covered in an intricately designed tatoo, one that seemed to be flowing vines, razor-tipped thorns, and strange script all at once. It reached up onto her shoulders as well, some of which were also bare. Her face was tatooed as well; lines of the same, alien script ran along her hairline on both sides of her face, so fine that it almost seemed a single smooth line rather than individual runes. They ended just as they reached her ears. She had weapons, too, though not so many that she might draw attention. A slender shortsword was sheathed at her left hip, and two pairs of knives were also sheathed on her twin, low slung belts.

She stopped for a moment to glance about the common room of the tavern, just long enough to get her bearings - and locate the Dwarf - but not long enough to attract suspicion, hopefully. All the while, she kept her eyes strangely downcast, but she seemed to see everything well enough. She started to advance again, approaching the barkeep, and stopping on the other side of the bar from him. She finally looked up.

The barkeep looked up, too, and nearly fell backward in his haste to get away from the counter. "What do you want here?" he asked loudly, his voice high with fear.

Chrissa sighed. No matter how hard she tried, this always happened. It was her eyes. They were normal Human eyes, except for the fact that the irises were colored a bright, fire orange. They seemed to glitter with an unnatural sheen in the light of the common room. "I'm not demon-spawn, if that's what you're thinking," she muttered. "I just want a drink."

She finally managed to convince the fellow to give her an ale, and then she settled back to relax... and watch. As soon as the Dwarf made his move, she'd be on the hunt again...

12/06/2004 4:31 AM

Tala looked over at the tall woman. She didn't like or trust the stranger, and she hadn't even met her yet. There was just something about her that wasn't right. The elf shook her head, and turned her attention back to the tavern owner.

"Excuse me," she said. "I asked for a room. Do you have one or not?"

12/07/2004 4:18 PM

Drovak had found himself a seat at the corner of the tavern. The customers in it didn't pay him much attention; and he was thankful for that. He sat alone, eyes scanning the room not only to detect any hostiles, but also out of curiousity. His tattered cloak had not been discarded, it's hood pulled forward to cover his forehead. His battleaxe stood on its hilt leaning on the wall under the table, close enough to be reached in an instant if the need ever arises. Still panting from his flee, he planned his next move.

Drovak realized that staying in the inn was only a temporary solution to flee the menacing bounty hunters. If they were skilled enough to track him this far, they won't face much difficulty tracking him again. He pondered about what spells he could use if they ever found him again.

Dimension door would be useful for a place like this tavern. A conjured teleportation door could shift his position to a nearby exit. A couple of magic missles would be handy too; good for an introduction before his battleaxe takes over.

As he thought about it, he noticed another patron had entered the tavern. He couldn't see clearly, but the patron appeared to be a tall female human; not someone Drovak could be bothered about.

He signalled to the nearest barmaid, "Get me a drink will yer? I'm dying of thirst 'ere."

12/08/2004 4:11 PM

Cly snapped out of a long train of thought. The reverie had gone where they always take him. Back to his old traveling companion, Boldar, and away from the world around him.

He surveyed the room. If the tavern was the same as it was a decade ago, it's patrons certainly weren't. He saw, in place of family members and simple farmers, a more rugged sort. Vagabonds, stopped for the night, harried travelers sensesing a safe haven. There was a short man in a corner booth, breathing tiredly and calling for a drink. Also, some odd woman had entered. She was tall, and Cly noticed her eyes flash through the room. Somehow it did not seem like reflected firelight.

Just a few seats down, there was an elven woman, one of the few, even though the bar was far more diverse than memory recalled. Cly looked back after starting to turn. Something had...yes, that was it, she reminded him very strongly of someone. It was her brisk manner. Not rude, but not accomodating either.

He walked up slowly, searching his memories for someone similar. He tapped her lightly on the shoulder to ask her himself.

OOC: Take it from there, and, if I'm not back soon, keep it going.

12/08/2004 5:05 PM

As Alexander came up to the inn, he hoped they still had rooms open. He then noded his head and went to step in. As he opened the door to the inn he promptly tripped on the door jam and fell flat on his face, spilling arrows from his quiver. He quickly tried to gather them with out making a fuss, already he could here people talking under their breaths. He stood up, giving a vague smile at everyone.

This man looked to be a very tall elf, his hair dark blue and eyes even darker. He was wearing a long, tattered brown trench coat. A knife was noticable by his belt under the coat and a long bow and quiver are strapped to his back. His arms looked rather long, reaching almost past his knees. He was wearing padded leather armor which had various tears and holes in it.

Alexander aproched the bar. "Would you have any rooms left?", looking a bit embarased. He then took a seat at the bar next to a strange looking women with tatoos all over.

12/09/2004 7:04 AM

Tala, sighed, but didn't bother turning around. She remained facing forward, not wanting to face who ever it was who had just tapped her shoulder.

"Yes, what do you want?" she asked.

"I'm sorry to bother you," a male voice said. "But I was wondering if you might be...Tala?"

The elven woman turned to face the person behind her. She couldn't contain her surprise. She smiled and grasped the mans arms.

"Cly? Is that really you?" she asked.

The tavern owner took that particular moment to step up to the counter, and answer her question.

"We have a few rooms open, miss," he said nervously. "I'll want cash upfront for it though. Too many rough people around here these days to take any unneccsary chances."

"Fine," she said, glancing at the man. "Here's more than enough to take care of it."

She placed a handful of gold, steel, and silver coins on the counter. The owner muttered his thanks, and then hurried away to take care of another customer. This one was a man however.

"Greetings sir," he said. "We do have a few rooms available, but I need to be paid upfront for it. If you don't mind, that is."

12/09/2004 8:29 AM

"Not at all, stack an ale on that and you have a deal." He finds his bag and pays the man.

He looks across the bar at the two talking when he notices that the woman sitting next to him has glowing eyes. Not thinking first "How did that happen?" he questions the woman. "Oh crap, sorry I didn't mean to..." he clammers out, almost jumping back.

12/09/2004 11:01 AM

Chrissa quirked her dark lips in a smile, one that wasn't exactly pleasant. "You'd probably rather not know," she said softly. "It was rather... painful... for all parties involved." Her eyes flashed with something that looked vaguely like flame, then she took a sip of her drink and looked away again. Back toward the Dwarf. Just make your move, and you're mine she thought to herself.

12/10/2004 9:10 AM

"What is it with you and that drawf?" taking a sip of his drink. "You've been looking at him ever since I've been here." A spark of intelligence goes through his eyes, "he's pretty exhausted looking, are you following him?" Alexander looks as if he's pleased with his recent discovery. He then replys, "...you don't have to answer, I didn't mean to pry."

12/11/2004 12:20 PM

Dar sat there quietly and patiently, watching all that was going on inside the tavern. Already the tavern was looking to become interesting. To see what was going to happen, he reached out with his telepathic abilities. He first scanned what he thought to be the regular patrons. They had nothing interesting in their thoughts, so he moved onto the rest of the patrons.

Jackpot, the dwarf seemed to be running from bounty hunters and was thinking of using his magic to escape the bounty hunters. The woman with the fiery eyes who had just entered was one of the bounty hunters, but was hiding something deep down. And the man who was talking to the woman was different too. The elf Tala and the man Cly seemed to be surprised to see each other. Although Dar wanted to dive deeper into their minds, he thought against it incase they noticed or felt his presence. For now, he would be patient and see what would turn out.

12/12/2004 11:44 AM

"Aye, tis me," Cly said, smiling. "What brought you back here?"

"Well," Tala said, glancing down at the scars on her hands, "I felt drawn here. Like I was meant to be here."

She looked over at Cly, and smiled wistfully. She wanted to ask him the same question, but stopped, and looked around the bar. She thought she had either felt or heard someone...inside her mind....but that was impossible. She saw a man, sitting alone, looking inconspicuous.

Him...he's the one, a voice inside her said.

"Excuse me, for just a moment, Cly," Tala said. She walked over to Dar, and stopped in front of him. "Hope you don't mind me asking this, but who are you?"

12/12/2004 1:46 PM

"There's nothing with me and the Dwarf," Chrissa replied with a sigh. "And I won't answer any more than that, because I would hate for you to pry to." She leaned a little closer to him. "Questions are all well and good in this world, my young friend, but one of the best things you can learn is where not to ask them. This is one of those places." She gave him a long look, then went back to her ale.

12/12/2004 2:52 PM

OOC: What time of day is it and how is the weather?

IC: Alexander was about to reply when he felt as if someone had reached into him. "No, how could it have followed me" he says to himself, under his breath. His face turns pale as he looks over his shoulder toward the door, expecting it to barge in. He leans back over the bar and scoots a little closer to Chrissa, face still pale.

12/13/2004 1:57 AM

As he waited for the barmaid to come and take his order, Drovak suddenly felt uneasy. He shifted uncomfortably on the chair he was sitting on, his eyes scanning the tavern occupants once again. He could've swore that someone was constantly watching him, studying him. Yet, nobody appeared to have any interest in him, except for a few short glances which was typical in a tavern.

He did not dismiss the feeling though, his life has been saved many times by being very 'paranoid'.

Without looking at it, Drovak's right hand carressed his battleaxe, feeling it's sharpness, reassuring him that it was close by should the need arise.

12/13/2004 9:00 AM

Chrissa watched as the fellow scooted closer to her. She scooted a bit further the other way. Meanwhile, she noticed that the Dwarf seemed to be getting a bit edgy. "Whatever's wrong with you," she murmured, "I suggest you calm down. I don't want any attention drawn this way." If that happened, she realized, things could get ugly in a real hurry. She kept her fiery eyes down, doing her best to look nonchalant and inconspicuous.

12/14/2004 8:50 AM

"Sorry I didn't mean to," scooting back, "you see I've been followed by something eversince I left my home town." "...Wait, why don't you want any attention drawn over here?..." he gets an almost evil looking smile across his face and sits up a little straighter.

12/15/2004 2:25 PM

Chrissa's eyes flashed with a bit of fire as she regarded the pale young man. "There are two reasons I don't want attention drawn over here," she replied with a steelly voice. "Firstly, because people love to stick their noses in business that isn't theirs. Secondly, because any attention that you draw over here will be detrimental to your health." She gave a little warning growl, deep in her throat. "Now, can it."

(OOC: Just to let you all know, I will be moving this weekend, and will likely be offline for at least a week, maybe a bit more. See y'all on the flip side!)

12/18/2004 2:14 PM

Just as Dar was thinking about diving deeper into their minds, Tala walked up and asked him who he was. "Me? My name is Dar, and who are you?"

12/19/2004 12:26 PM

A bit behind the group a tall red robed Elven mage stalks, unseen be any one.
"Soon I will make my move....." He thinks to him self..

12/23/2004 12:22 PM

The shifts for the bar maids had just switched to evening. Lioria wasn't just any barmaid though, she was only here to await the arrival of a certain guest.....

When she changed into her uniform and stepped out into the tavern for 'duty' she spotted several 'misplaced' characters. She spotted someone very out of place, an elven mage. Was this whom she was told to wait for? She grabbed a tray and headed over to the lady elf and the dwarf.

"Is there anything i can get either one of you?" She kept trying to watch the red robed elven mage, with her deep sea blue eyes, in quick glances. In between glances she looked at the lady elf and dwarf, awaiting their orders.

12/24/2004 9:26 AM

"My name is Tala," the elf woman said. A bar maid walked up just as Tala sat down at the table with Dar, and asked if they wanted anything to drink.

"I would like a glass of wine to start off with," Tala replied. She looked over her shoulder, and noticed that Cly was getting up to join them. She nodded at him, and then turned her attention back to Dar. "Would you like anything sir?"

Cly joined his old friend and sat down next to her, keeping an eye on all the strange characters in the room. This was certainly an interesting night in the Tavern. One could only hope it stayed peaceful.

12/24/2004 10:34 AM

"Alright, a wine for you." Lioria turned to Cly, "May i get you anything sir?" she still kept an eye on the red robed elf, to see what he would do. She tried to look as 'business as usual' as possible, but she did look nervous, or rather aprehensive....

"Well, I'll let you decide while I get the lady her drink." She went to the bar and recieved a glass of wine. Coming back to the table she set it before Tala. "There you go miss. Made your mind up sir?"

12/24/2004 11:51 PM

If Chrissa noticed the probe of her mind, she didn't show it. She continued to pay most of her attention to her ale, or at least, that was what it looked like. She kept a wary eye on the fellow next to her, who was apparently disturbed about something, and her other eye on the Dwarf she had been sent to hunt down. He was looking nervous too. But she was getting tired of waiting. If he didn't make his move soon, she would. She took another swallow of her ale.

12/25/2004 4:36 PM

"Barmaid, get me an ale 'ere. Make it fast. I haven't got all day."

Drovak's right hand reached inside his pouch to search for a steel coin. It was quite difficult to find the coin, his pouch was home to many spell components with different shapes and sizes, and they obstructed his fingers from reaching the few coins found at the bottom end of the pouch. As soon as his dwarven fingertips felt the touch of a round shaped steel coin, he took it out and slammed the flat side of the coin on the table before sliding it towards the barmaid's direction.

"And don't be giving me any of yer watered ale, if I needed such a damned ale I would've gone to a goblin's drinking hole."

The dwarf scowled at the barmaid, the first person he had talked to since his arrival in the tavern. Aye, he was in a bad mood, and the barmaid was only receiving his gentler side. He was tired, not only physically from escaping the bounty hunters, but also mentally. The constant state of being cautious had taxed him of his calmness, and perhaps even his sanity.

Look at all these people, drinking their hearts out. Baah.

The dwarf did not appreciate the mood and atmosphere in the tavern. How could he? Ever since he left Thorbadin, bounty hunters have hunted for him again and again, never giving up no matter how far he travelled to lose them, motivated by the high bounty on his head offered by the Theiwar clan. Such a high bounty could tempt even the closest aide to betray him. No decent rest, always running from determined bounty hunters, always suspicious of people who gave him a short glance, always preparing for combat. Would it end? Aye, if he could come back home with something that would prove his value to the clan. Or...death of course.

At the thought of returning to Thorbadin, the mountain dwarf's lips curled in a slight smile.

It would be great to be home...to be a fugitive no more...and perhaps...decapitate a few dwarven heads for hiring bounty hunters...

12/25/2004 5:51 PM

Lioria jumped as Drovak slammed down the steel coin on the table, but hurried to the bar for the strongsest ale they had in stock right now. She had noticed that quite a few, well, more that a few, people had been watching the dwarf. Why was he such an interesting fellow?

Hmm new intrigues were coming in every day....but not the one she had been told to wait for, or had it? She came back to the dwarf and set the glass of strong ale before him. She picked up the steel coin and went back to the bar, awaiting more customers orders....Drink orders anyway.....

12/25/2004 5:51 PM

Lioria jumped as Drovak slammed down the steel coin on the table, but hurried to the bar for the strongsest ale they had in stock right now. She had noticed that quite a few, well, more that a few, people had been watching the dwarf. Why was he such an interesting fellow?

Hmm new intrigues were coming in every day....but not the one she had been told to wait for, or had it? She came back to the dwarf and set the glass of strong ale before him. She picked up the steel coin and went back to the bar, awaiting more customers orders....Drink orders anyway.....

12/25/2004 10:36 PM

"Er, no thank you. I'll be fine for now." Dar's attention was currently on Cly and Tala though he was still ready if anything was going to happen. He had a few defensive and offensive spells ready in his mind. He just wished that it wouldn't come to that.

12/28/2004 5:33 PM

Orion strolled into the inn, pushing back his helmet distractedly and resheathing the sword on his arm with the other. It was an akward gesture but it was easy too. His black hair fell down when the helmet fully retracted and his eyes flicked blue sparks as he viewed the inside of the tavern

"Tavern of fire my toenail."

He grumbled this while rolling a disc of blue flame across his knuckles. He sat near a woman with her head down and ordered the strongest drink he could. He threw it back and shook his head. Nothing like the paintthinner from the war. He cast a glance at the woman who seemed to be trying hard to not be noticed and chuckled.

"You try too hard."

(OOC: See the ooc thread for the guys description.)

12/31/2004 1:03 AM

Chrissa looked up at the man who had just sat down next to her, her orange eyes partialy hidden by stray locks of her black hair. "What makes you think I'm trying not to be noticed?" she asked casually, shooting a warning glance at the pale young fellow on her other side. "I'm just a simple girl, trying to get a drink and not attract any 'unwanted' attention, if you know what I mean." She gestured vaguely at her eyes, as if that would explain things.

She raised her mug as the barmaid went past. "Another ale please," she said quietly. This would have to be her last one, she realized. Drink didn't get along too well with her, and she could not afford to be even partially out of it when she made her move.

01/01/2005 7:44 PM

Orion chuckled.

" Orange eyes? Thats the only reason your trying to be inconspicuous? Bah."

He grabbed the bottle of the drink he had just tossed and took a long swallow. He barely twitched at the nasty brew. He leaned closer.

"What evil are you planning here. I can help. I am well trained in the arts of evil. And wishing to preform evil acts."

His hair was stirring in a sudden warm wind that was blowing around him. His empty glass ignited with a soft whump. Orion blinked and the sudden heat wave that had been confined to his general area cut off. His smile was ruefull as he sucked the fire out of the glass and blew it in a ring into the fire place.

01/02/2005 5:09 PM

Chrissa stiffled a sigh as the fellow performed some type of magic, blowing fire into the fire place. Well, whatever sort of cover she had was now blown. Nevertheless, she wasn't about to give him a chance to get to the Dwarf before she did. There was a lot of money at stake, and she didn't care to share it. She decided to keep playing innocent, but she couldn't hide the exasperation in her eyes.

"Look, just because I'm trying to remain inconspicuous doesn't mean that I'm up to anything wrong," she replied. "Besides, what reason would I have to fall in with the likes of you?" She indicated the puff of flame that was still dissapating. "You look dangerous."

01/02/2005 6:22 PM

"You have no idea how dangerous I am."

Orion saw some fellow sneaking around the bar and sighed.

"Hes the one you should watch out for."

He stopped, seeing the look in her eyes and raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Simply finished off the bottle of seemingly pure alchohol and put it back on the shelf.

01/03/2005 12:16 AM

"Yeah, well, just remember," Chrissa replied, "that can go both ways." She took another sip of her drink, wondering how she should handle this fellow. Her brain was telling her to leave well enough alone. People like this guy weren't to be handled, if at all possible. But her instinct was telling her otherwise. He had interesting powers, and while she was not exactly powerless herself, he could come in hand in the future. If not for this job, maybe for something else.

She hesitated, then set her mug of ale down and stuck out her hand. "I'm Chrissa," she said softly. "And you are?"

01/03/2005 10:32 AM

"Orion." His scale glove was surprisingly warm for metal. The claws had retracted back up towards his wrist. "Or Ari the Plague as my friends used to call me."

His eyes went distant for a half second then returned with a blue flash.

"And what brings you to this wonderful place?"

Orion again ordered the strongest liquor he could. This stuff was like water.

01/03/2005 2:20 PM

Chrissa arched an eyebrow as she watched him drink, shaking his hand. "I'm a... traveler," she said. "Just passing through. Looking for a job, some money, you know." That was partly true at least, she thought to herself.

"Are you sure you want to be drinking that much liquor? That stuff can lay you out flat on your back in a hurry."

01/03/2005 7:12 PM

Orion snorted.

"This stuff tastes like water and feels like orange juice. But your right, dont want anyone trying to take advantage of my 'drunkedness'"

He placed his drink on the bar and noticed the dwarf eying him nervously.

"Whos the shorty?"

Orion had never even heard of a dwarf being from off continent.

01/04/2005 8:48 AM

Shishimuro had been lost in thought. So much so that he hadn't noticed the man that was now talking to the woman beside him. He was doing some sort of magic trick at the time.

Noticing when he is not wanted and the conversation between the two seem to be getting darker by the minute, Shishimuro gets up sits at the table that Cly, Tala, and Dar were currently at. "Good evening," he says. "How about an ale?" He asks.

01/04/2005 6:41 PM

Lioria gets the woman with the strange eyes an ale and stands behind the bar. She watched the patrons drinking, talking, and the one fellow talking the the orange eyed lass doing magic tricks. Heh...very unusual night crowd...

She kept her ears open and eyes peeled for signs of whom she was supposed to meet...She hadnt even been told what they'd look like....this was going to be tons of fun...

01/04/2005 8:18 PM

"Thanks," Chrissa said softly to the waitress, handing her the appropriate amount of coins. She looked back to Orion. "Don't worry, I doubt many people would want to mess with someone who looks like they can breathe fire."

She glanced at the Dwarf as Orion asked about him. "Him? He's uh... you might say he's an acquaintance of mine. I'm just keeping an eye on him for now."

01/06/2005 4:43 PM

Tala looked over at their guest. She held up her glass, and pointed to the other two.

"We already have drinks, thank you," she said. "However, you may join us, if you tell us your name and what brings you here."

01/06/2005 7:00 PM

Orion took a quick note of where everyone was at the moment, making sure his head would be attatched for the next while then spoke, absently looking towards the fire place.

"Ah, The whole fire thing is a minor talent. I dont understand it. Its my anger that kills."

He began absently scratching his face with his right hand, his other decidedly clamped down on the bar so he wouldnt start rolling firey coins around. Damn to the depths whoever had taught him that. It was quite annoying.

"So anyways, what brings you to the 'Tavern of Fire'?"

He sounded amused at the name of the inn.

01/07/2005 12:48 PM

"Well," he takes a breath, "I am known as Alexander Dante, and well... I don't know why I'm here," takes a seat "I felt more drawn to this tavern than the others." He snaps out of his trance. "Huh, well I originaly left do to a slight run in with the law," he pauses then leans closer to the table and speaks lower, "You see my family runs a business of sorts and I was to kill this man that had done wrong to my family. When I had posistioned myself on the roof next to his house I hadn't noticed that an officer had been over. To make a long story short I killed the man and the guard saw me and well, here I am, though I don't know why I chose this tavern over the others."

01/07/2005 4:02 PM

"Travels mostly," Chrissa replied casually to Orion's question. "I'm on the move a lot. I haven't stayed in one place for more than a few months at a time since I was child." She finished off her second ale, and decided that she'd had enough for the night. "You seem to be a well-traveled person yourself," she went on, trying to direct his interest away from her. "Are you a traveler as well?"

01/07/2005 6:56 PM

"Traveling since my empire collapsed. Sheer luck it didnt do it sooner, except I was too blind to see it. Funny how perceptive humans are int it."

He shrugged,

"I havent spent more than two nights in the same place, either because I just had to leave or I burned it down. very hectic life. Id like to at least have a house one day, but its not time to settle yet."

01/08/2005 12:37 AM

Chrissa looked at him askance for a moment, then decided to call his bluff. "Wait a second. Did you say empire?" She chuckled for a second. "Are you trying to tell me that you're some kind of deposed dictator or something? Because if so, that's got to be one of the more original stories I've ever heard."

01/08/2005 12:02 PM

Orion pulled out two pieces of a shattered scepter

"No story, I lived in Cenlad under a general, my father. He was killed so I took over his kingdom and tried to take over the world. Some whackjob critters who control shadows took my kingdom down and exiled me. Well, they sentenced me to death, so I shredded my way out of the castle.

01/10/2005 4:34 PM

Chrissa wondered if she should believe his story, but she decided it didn't really matter at the moment. "Creatures who control shadows, huh?" she echoed, deciding to humor him. "Now I could really use things like that." Her voice was light, but she was only partially joking. As something of a dark denizen herself, the ability to control shadows was something she would have paid dearly for. "So how long have you been, um, exiled?"

01/10/2005 6:16 PM

"Long enough to have forgotten."

Orion had put his hand on his sword. He seemed to come back to himself.

"So when do you plan on doing what you came here to do and what do you intend to do?"

01/11/2005 1:38 PM

Chrissa regarded Orionn levelly, trying not to let her fiery eyes betray anything of her motives. It was difficult. This fellow knew far more about what she was up to than she wanted him to. She wondered how hard he would be to take down if it came to that. "As soon as the timing is right," she muttered, deciding to take a straightforward approach to the matter. "You can rush these things. I have to wait until everything is in my favor, or else it will all go sour. And I can't afford that right now."

01/11/2005 6:49 PM

Orion ordered a tall glass of ice water and threw it back. Water wasnt available for grabbing so he was forced to pay. He left a strange gold coin on the desk, one of a large number he didnt really need or want anymore.

"I see, well, get my attention when you intend to do it."

He retreated to a dark corner, where he drew a ciggarette and ignited it by glancing at it. He smoked slowly, eyeing the bar and watching for any menace that drew to close.

01/15/2005 2:25 PM

Chrissa watched him retreat out of the corner of her eye. She wondered what he had meant when he said he wanted her to get his attention when she made her move. Did he intend to help, or was he looking to get a cut of the bounty himself? There was no way she was going to let that happen. She had worked too hard this for too long to share her money with someone she had just met.

She looked back toward the Dwarf... only to see that he wasn't there anymore. She looked around quickly, realizing that she couldn't see him anywhere. "Damn it," she muttered to herself. "Where'd he go?" She tried to remain calm, to not draw attention to herself as she searched, but he wasn't to be found anywhere. She'd let herself get distracted with talking to Orion.

She almost stood and started out of the inn to see if she could spot the Dwarf, but she made herself sit still. Leaving now, right after the Dwarf, would look too suspicious. She's have to let him get a bit of a head start, and track him down again. She swallowed her bitter anger, and made herself sit still for a bit.

01/15/2005 2:36 PM

Orion put his feet up on the table and drew a small dagger under the table. He was bored and about ready to start causing trouble. Unless someone did something soon, he was going to make this place live up to its name.

01/19/2005 6:29 PM

Leena was followed endlessly when she reached the tavern. She decided to enter it for her own protection, as well as for the precious artifact she carried. Her elven blood raged as she felt the prescence of other elfs in the tavern. She palced a dark cape to disguise herself it was gonna be useless she thought. She went and sat in the nearest table she saw.

01/19/2005 6:47 PM

Orion glanced at the nervous elf out of the corner of his eye. Elves. There seemed to be more of those these days then there were insects. He ambled over Settling across from her.

"It seems alot of people are up to interesting deeds today. What brings you into a lonely bar in the middle of nowhere?"

He was playing with one of those gold coins again, the logo of a three headed snake flashing against the weak light of the bar. The other side, showed a likeness similar to his own, with a softer nose and lower cheekbones.

01/19/2005 6:53 PM

She glanced at the man who was speaking to her.
She mumbled at first, "Are you.....? I mean, why must you know what brings me to such place", she then faced down to the ground like she had done before.
"I'm sorry, I'm running, there are people after me"
She held tight to her staff, she was nervous since she had not spoken a word to anyone in almost three months.

01/21/2005 4:43 PM

Orion smiled,

"Ah finnaly, something to occupy myself with. How many are there and how well are they armed?"

He had shoved the coin into a pocket, resting it on his sword instead.

01/23/2005 10:20 AM

"Six of them, they are all armed" she responded.
Still felt uneasy about this man. She held tight to her staff and a very akward looking necklace.
"So you will help me...."

01/28/2005 8:04 PM

"Why not."

Orion rose to his feet, drawing his flamberge and walking out of the tavern. He stood there, his sword tip hovering just above the ground and glowing blue. He heard the sound of hooves coming up from the road and smiled as it began to pour rain. It evaporated the second it hit him, sheathing him in steam.

"C'mon you jerks. Didn't your mothers ever teach you manners?"

A fireball whizzed around the edges of his sword, rebounding every time it hit the hilt. He patiently waited for the pursuers.

(OOC: Namiko would you control your followers for me? I dont like killing off something i have control over. Its no fun.)

01/29/2005 9:33 AM

(OOC: Sure, why not, it will be fun)

The men came stood outside the tavern as the saw the man with the flaming sword.

Man#1:"Get out of the way if you don't want to get killed"

The other men stood my his side ready to attack Orion. One man jumped to attack Orion with a giant spear. The other men saw as this happenned and thought it would not be long until they attack Leena

01/29/2005 9:40 AM

Orion ducked the spear and impaled the man behind it with the Black Reaver. He threw a fireball at the man who had ordered him to move. And all the while he was grinning like a kid on his birthday.

01/30/2005 11:38 AM

The last two men were standing as if they were ready to keep fighting for which the artifact Leena possessed was of great inportance.

Man#5: "We will kill you if you don't get out of the way"
Man#6: "Or die trying"

They both attacked with their swords at the same time

01/30/2005 12:00 PM

Natulcien looked walked up to the men attacking and killed one by jumping and slicing them in half, the blood was pouring out of him. The other one stopped looking around, dropping his sword, she looked and smiled she sheathed her sword and punched him knocking him out cold "Tut tut tut, got beaten by a girl-elf!" she said walking away laughing.

01/30/2005 3:38 PM

Orion snarled. They had been his kill. Oh well. He sheathed his sword and walked back into the bar.

"Your safe."

He said to the girl the men had been after. He settled back in his corner and seemed to fall asleep.

01/31/2005 8:40 AM

Your safe

these words seemed to trigger Natulciens memory, she remembered someone telling her this, she walkd into the bar, it was smokey, she choked by the smoke. She saw the man who had been attacking the men before, she sat near him waiting for him to wake up...

01/31/2005 1:36 PM

She walked up to the Orion since she was too much in shock to thank him for his deed. She saw the woman sitting near him but still went up to him. She took a look at the bartender and ordered a bottle of whiskey.

01/31/2005 4:48 PM

OOC: This isn't a bar...this is a tavern set in the Dragonlance world. No bottles of whiskey, no bartenders. Just some tavern wenches and the tavern owner serving ale, dwarf spirits, water, & wine.

01/31/2005 5:01 PM

(OOC: Actually in the middle ages they had the equivilent of whiskey. I think they called it shlur or something.)

Orion woke and realised he wasnt alone anymore. His eyes opened with a snap and sparked. He recognized Leena and the elf who had killed the one soldier and incapacitated the other. He smiled slightly and shifted, his armor clinking.


He was rolling the fire disc across his knuckles again. He was going to have to break his fingers.

02/02/2005 11:06 AM

Natulcien asked Orion, "How are you after that fight?" she looked at him and thought about him, and how he seemed so kind, she looked at him, he seemed capable of looking after himself, it was a stupid question to ask but... "You seem to be a worthy warrior, may I travel with you?" she sat there in the tavern waiting for the reply...

02/02/2005 8:30 PM

Orion blinked blankly. What? He was surprised. He shook his head inwardly, this elf probably knew very little about some of the violent things he was prone to do.

"Uuuh, I'm fine. I guess, you can travel with me. But a word of warning, my life is extremely violent, bloody, and prone to a sudden end."

He flicked the disc into the fire, turning it momentarily blue before settling back to orange. He turned to Leena, noticing she wanted to say something to him and was either mulling over what to say or how to say it. He would let her think. He found pushing elves was always a dumb idea.

03/13/2005 7:54 AM

The door to the tavern swung open as a buxom red head, wearing a sparkly red cheerleader outfit entered the building. On the front of the top it read "Ballsar owns", and on the back it read "my favorite red bra!"

Straea walked into the middle of the room, and climbed ontop of a table. The tavern wasn't very full. In fact, it seemed as if everyone in the town was here...and that wasn't saying much. The curvy mage cleared her throat, drawing more attention to herself.

"Denizens of this poor, abandoned thread, I have come to end your existance," she announced. "This thread has officially been hijacked by Thread Enders Inc. Cheers!"

03/13/2005 9:03 AM

Eliar Swiftfire appeared with a POOF! beside Straea.

"Damned right it is! The Thread Enders are back, puny mortals, tremble and despair!" Eliar yelled. "So, this is the Tavern of Fire huh? Why is it called that? Anyway, Straea, I'm here purely for a supporting role to end this thread. Just tell me what you need! Yeaahaaah!"

03/13/2005 4:47 PM

"So, this is the Tavern of Fire huh? Why is it called that?

"Maybe because it is on fire." Someone pointed out, while trying to hide the Mk II industrial strength flamethrower underneath a bearskin rug. In the background, cheery flames crackled merrily over an entire wall and the charred corpses staked to it.

03/13/2005 6:35 PM

"Maybe because it is on fire." Someone pointed out, while trying to hide the Mk II industrial strength flamethrower underneath a bearskin rug. In the background, cheery flames crackled merrily over an entire wall and the charred corpses staked to it.

"Ooooh. Kinky." Eliar said. "I don't think I have anything original to do here, except for this..."

Taking out a spraycan, he walked towards the sign displaying the tavern's name and spraypainted something on it. When he took a step backwards, the sign read:

Tavern of Fire SWIFTFIRE

"Yeah, baby."

03/13/2005 6:44 PM

Taking out a spraycan, he walked towards the sign displaying the tavern's name and spraypainted something on it. When he took a step backwards, the sign read:

Tavern of Fire SWIFTFIRE

"Yeah, baby."

"But the fire isn't really swift!" Somebody protested indignantly. Which was true, the flames were spreading very slowly. In fact,they weren't spreading at all.

Which was possibly because the Tavern was made of ACME flame retardant wood, and the original name had been Tavern of Fire-proofness, until a kender had wandered by and stolen half od the sign.

03/13/2005 6:54 PM

"Well, the fire's pretty slow all right. Hm, if this thread's called Tavern of Fire: Arisen from Ashes, wouldn't it be pretty ironic that the tavern's reduced into ashes in the end?" Eliar pondered.

03/13/2005 8:16 PM

Straea stamped a petite foot in protest, and glared at Someone and Somebody. With a wave of the hand, she produced a mega-sized fire extinquisher, and put out the flames.

"Gentlemen, that is no way to kill this thread!" she declared. "Besides, it's highly unoriginal, and not nearly as fun as what I have in store."

The red-head turned towards the entrance, and gave out a sharp, piercing whistle. In stomped a dozen kilted, hypnotized, and heavily drugged, kender. Every last one was wearing what appeared to be tap shoes. Straea turned to Eliar, and smiled sweetly at him.

"My dear, we don't have music, and my kender-riverdance can't operate without music. Could you help a poor girl out?"

03/14/2005 2:55 AM

"My dear, we don't have music, and my kender-riverdance can't operate without music. Could you help a poor girl out?"

"Kender Riverdance???? Oh, somebody has definitely gone off the deep end." Someone said.

"I have NOT." Somebody protested indignantly. "And what's wrong with fire?? It's pretty and full of warmth."

"Hey Swifty! How about putting on 'All My friends are dead!" Someone suggested, totally ignoring Somebody.

03/14/2005 2:57 AM

Meanwhile one of the hypnoticed kender had filched even more of the sign, so that now it simply said:


03/14/2005 4:06 AM


"Here you go." Eliar said.

OOC: Can you view the pic? I can't.

03/14/2005 8:40 AM

OOC: I can see it. Album cover, with a picture of a dude kind of kneeling before a tomb stone.


"Ah, this is perfect!" Straea cried as the music started to play. "Now, my kender putzes....DANCE!"

Slowly, one by one, the kender troupe started to dance, picking up speed as the music played. The kender weaved through tables, and around the taverns patrons, creating odd, yet intricate patterns. Straea hopped off the table, grabbed Eliar, Someone, and Somebody, and pulled them behind the bar counter, shielding them from what was about to happen.

The dancers picked up their speed until they were almost a blur. A whirling vortex appeared in the middle of the room. It started out about as big as a dime, and grew, taking patron after patron as it's size doubled, and then tripled. Patrons and kender alike started to fly into the vortex, squeeling like pigs, rabbits, and squirrles as they went.

When the last kender got sucked through, squeeking like a lone quinea pig, the vortex collapsed in on itself. Straea poked her head up and peered over the counter top. No one, save for the four behind the bar counter, was left. The red-haired mage leapt onto the counter, and placed her hands on her hips.

"Yes! I knew that if you had enough riverdancing kender, a portal to the abyss would open!"

03/14/2005 2:05 PM

Suddenly the door burst open and in walked a monk. He had short blonde hair and baby blue eyes. He sniffed the air and said, “Ah, I thought I smelt a hot chick in here. Now where is she?” He said as he started to make grabbing motions with his hands.

He saw Straea and quickly ran to her side. He grabbed her and said, “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” He then began to quickly grope her butt.

OOC: I just can’t get enough of Inuyasha. Can you just guess who he is based off of? Lol!

03/15/2005 12:48 AM

Suddenly the door burst open and in walked a monk. He had short blonde hair and baby blue eyes. He sniffed the air and said, “Ah, I thought I smelt a hot chick in here. Now where is she?쳌EHe said as he started to make grabbing motions with his hands.

He saw Straea and quickly ran to her side. He grabbed her and said, “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?쳌EHe then began to quickly grope her butt.

Somebody wondered why he didn't think of doing that.

03/15/2005 6:14 AM

Straea rolled her eyes, and pulled the horny monks hand off her butt. She glared at him, and sighed.

"Miroku? Is that you? You know I've got papers filed against you," she muttered. "Besides, it was that one time, and I was drunk!"

03/15/2005 8:31 AM

Eliar, who was about to let loose his Rejoicing World AKA World That Rejoices to declare the ending of this thread, halted his command when a new patron came in.

"Ah well, it still hasn't ended. Oh, and this is supposed to be OOC, Soaring, dude, I'm still waiting for you to reply to my posts directed to Zero, and the other guy in FF3."

03/15/2005 12:40 PM

The monk looked taken aback for a bit. “Miroku? No no no, I’m his cousin, Keitaro.” He said with a bow. “Ah Miroku, he always gets lucky. And seeing as how you don’t have papers filed on me I’m okay.” Keitaro said with a few more grabbing gestures.

OOC: Oh sorry, I forgot to check up on that. *Pulls cheek* I’ll do that right away. And I was figuring that this could be a thread ender character of mine. I remember awhile back that I had wanted to join but then I didn’t.

03/16/2005 7:18 AM

"Oh no you don't!" Straea yelled, smacking Keitaro's hand away. "If you're anything like Miroku, the answer is no. God, that was an awful experience."

Straea jumped off the counter, and walked to the door. She turned to face everyone and smiled.

"Well, this thread is over," she said. "I'm going to go home, and watch RAW!"

And, without another word, she left, leaving behind in her wake, a shower of glitter.

03/16/2005 8:08 AM

"Tough luck, Keitaro. You can always make your appearance in other hijacked threads." Eliar sez.

And the World rejoices.

The End

05/17/2005 7:04 PM

A slender elf maiden slipped out of the trees and towards the tavern, her cloak drawn up tight around her and face hooded. She opened the tavern door slowly making no sound, and silently walked across the floor towards the bar. :.I should seek room for the night....I am getting tired and a bit of rest can not hurt..: she mused before drawing back her hood to reveal her long auburn hair and startling violet eyes. She kept her head down as she watched to room through her lashes, trying to gage each occupant without seeming to. When she reached the bar she leaned on it lightly calling out in a soft musical voice " 'Ello is anyone back there......I was wondering about a room if you please" she waited patiently her eyes steady and seemling innocent.

05/17/2005 8:55 PM

"Threads been ended for months now."

Said an indeterminate voice.

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