The Copper Coronet was located withing Athkatla's Slum District. A reputed hang out for known undesirables and low lifes. Sir Elric nearest the bar, where a large dwarf was seated apparently drinking away what ever concerned him. Or as he was a dwarf, maybe he was just plain drinking for the sheer hell of it.
"Alright Dwarf. I looking for information regarding this." Sir Elric said holding up a picture of the talisman infront of the dwarf. "Speak!!"
"An wha' makes ye think Ah be knoo anythin' ye blasted bloody human?" said the dwarf. "Dinnae ye knoo not tae get between ae dwarf an' his drink!"
"I have no times to be playing games!" Sir Elric said furiously. "If you know anything, the quicker you tell me, the quicker you can get back to your drink."
"Hmm ye make ae fair point" replied the dwarf rubbing his chin. "Let me take ae look at it. Hmm I dinnae suppose you could ae got me the real thin' instead o' this drawin' could ye?"
"No so don't ask" Sir Elric said gruffly.
"Alright, Alright" said the dwarf. Dinnae get ye pantaloons in ae twist. Let's see. The symbol is unknoon, but it looks like ah might knoo where ye can find the stone used. Ah reckon it be a hard rock. Ye best be talking to the ore merchant over in Waukeen's Prominade. She deals with those kinds o' rocks."
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We arrive at the tavern and make our way inside. We decided to leave the monk on his mule for now. Sir Elric spots a dwarf and approached him.
Cinara and Zubin grab a table in the rear of the tavern away from most of the rowdy crowd and order food and drink.
"There is probably a seamstress here somewhere in town that could fix your things for you Zubin." She looks around at the patrons and wonders if any here have any knowledge of the druid grove to the east of town. She decides it would probably be better if she asked about it in the morning when everyone was thinking a little more clearly and not full of mead.
A drunk approaches our table, Zubin and I pull out our daggers and the man turns away. Our meals and drink arrive and we dig in.
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"I always hate coming here" said Sir Elric placing the questionably prepared plate of boar on the table. "Such a dank pool of base corruption if ever there was one. If it is not some thug trying to mug you it is some harlot corrupting your mind."
"Then let us spend no more time here than is needed." said Balgarath as he smoked on his pipe. "While I share you disgust for the patrons of this establishment, we have been on the road for many days, and are weary."
"I cannot argue with you there." said Sir Elric.
"Hiyaah Hiyaah!!" sounded the cries in the back of the tavern.
Is that a real sword? can I touch it?" said one woman.
"Quit your pushing! I saw him first!!" said another.
"Prease prease, radies do not push there is enough of Shikyomaru to go around." said the warrior from Kara Tor.
"Aah to be young again" thought Sir Elric.
"Enjoying your meal gentlemen?" asked the bar maid. "Is there anything I can get for you?"
"No thank you we are fine." replied Sir Elric.
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*Zubin had as much beer today as all the beer he drank in his life combined.*
''Oh ...... ma'am. I think i ....um.... want something'' said Zubin and got up from his chair.
Cinara looked over to zubin a a weird manner beause Zubin was sounding exactly like a resident drunk.
''What do you want?'' asked the barmaid.
''Ummm, .... eh .... i think i'll have you.'' said zubin.
''What? I don't understand sir'' replied the barmaid in surprise.
''Heh, it been a long time since i neared a woman so beautiful'' said Zubin and walked towards the barmaid and held her face.
''Uhhh, what are you doing?'' said the barmmaid and hit Zubin with a flask.
''Oh, that hurt .... but i till want to have you'' said Zubin and neared the barmaid.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"If your looking for a woman there are plenty in the back rooms, sir." said the bar maid. " I suggest you try there."
"Tasteless gruel" moaned Sir Elric. "How do people eat this filth!"
"Better than nothing I suppose" replied Balgarath.
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''Ummm, ..... can you, lead me to the place. ... eh?'' asked zubin.
''Yeah, why not. Umm sure'' said the barmaid and took zubin to the back rooms.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
(( OOC: ROFL Zubin! I just love how incredibly awkward your character is at times. ))
Venex felt his eyes slowly opening. He could tell that he had not done so in days as wiped his face with a hand and felt the stubble on his chin. He was extraordinarily tired and felt very old and frail. He reminded himself that he was getting older. Sitting up and yawning silently, the Necromancer tried to piece together the events of the last few weeks and found presently that he could not. That bothered him greatly.
At last his eyes gave in to his will and opened, the bright lights stinging at first. He quickly became accustomed to them and found himself in a rather bare room. The floors, walls, and ceiling were made out of the same dark wood. There were several crates piled up around the room, and the smell of wine and molding bread filled the air. The room looked old and unwelcoming. His first thought was that he had been thrown into some sort of cell, but the open door on one wall, and the crates of wine around him suggested otherwise. He decided, at last, to get up and have a look around.
As he stood and made slowly for the door, his mind turned to his friends... What had happened to them? Where were they now? Did they know where he was?
He reached the door and peered around it, into a hallway and instantly smelled the .. well .. he couldn't decide if the smell was foul or just unpleasant. Either way, it was where he was, and that was something.
He stepped out and made his way down the hallway. Some drunk bumped into him and for a moment he thought he recognized the man... Wait! He did!
Turning around, he grabbed the man by the shoulder and spun him around.
Zubin turned around with a jerk and stared at the guy.
''Ummm, do i ... um ... know y... hey wait. I know you. You're ummm ... Veronica? .... Ventilator?..... ummm ... yeaaah. You're Venex'' said Zubin.
''Are you ...um.... ohkay now? *hiccup* Come with me and i'll buy you a drank'' added Zubin.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Zubin and Cinara finish their meal and start talking, sharing stories. Zubin continues to sample all of the taverns ales and mead and soon becomes just like the other inhabitants of the tavern, drunk and looking for companionship. She leaves him with the waitress, whom he has taken a liking to, and decides to take a walk before turning in. She proceeds towards the door and notices Sir Elric and Balgarath staring disgustedly at their meal, but eating it nonetheless. She smiles at their expressions and exits the tavern.
Cinara walks over to the barn to check on the monk and finds that he had gotten off his mule made a bed out of the hay and was snoring away. She gives his mule a carrot and scratches behinds its ears. While walking down the dirt road she notices a seamstress shop where Zubin can get his clothes mended and makes note of it. Further out on the outskirts of town, she approaches a large tree and leans against it, looking up at the stars. She starts getting a fuzzy feeling in her head and thinks it is just the ale she had at dinner, but then it becomes more persistent and she realizes it is her brothers trying to contact her. She focuses and is able to communicate with them for a brief time. They show her a recently abandoned home, burned down and smelling of the foul folk that did the same to our home. She can sense their growing hatred and that they feel they are closing in on them, for the house is still smoking. They bid their farewells and cut off the link.
Cinara stays under the tree a bit longer, relishing the gently blowing breeze going through her hair, takes a deep breath and begins walking back towards the tavern. She hears a twig snap, stops and removes her dagger, and tenses ready for a fight. Turning slowly around peering through darkness trying to discern where the noise came from she spies movement ahead. A man appears out of the darkness, visibly drunk, she relaxes a bit when he lunges for her. As he lunges, she easily dodges him and gives him a swift kick and watches him land in the dirt face first, he tries to get up but ends up passing out where he landed.
Cinara shakes her head in disgust and continues on her way. Her thoughts turn to her ailing friends; Carloseus back at Master Garren’s, Venex in a room at the tavern, and also of Thufir, who had for some reason distanced himself from us since leaving Garren’s.
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Smiling is infectious.
Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
The monk lay in the hay wanting nothing to do with this tavern. He vaguely heard the sounds of metal armor approaching him. His senses had not recovered from the endeavor that left him trailing his mule by a rope.
He felt a kick to his ribs. It was light and meant only to wake him.
"Get up Bum" A low voice called. "These streets are not for your bedding."
The monk rolled over and through the haze of sleep looked upon his the one who woke him. He was actually considering violence for a moment and then he remembered it was not the way.
"Skylor?" Is that you. "Sir Skylor Framlin is that you?"
"Not any more" the monk replied. "I'm just a monk now, I don't use a name."
"Nonsense m'lord." The man pulled the monk to his feet. "I never once believed the charges brought before you, let me offer you a place to stay for the night."
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Upon her approach to the Inn, she notices the monk was finally up and about and being led away by another. He did not seem in duress so she did not interfere.
She walks into the Inn and her senses are assulted, the stench had gotten worse in the bar area, so she makes her way to her room.
She glances down the hall and sees two forms standing in the middle. She places her hand on the hilt of her dagger and continues down the hall. One of the men is clearly drunk, and the other...
"Venex! You are awake."
She runs up to her friend and notices that the drunk is Zubin. She gives Venex a warm embrace and helps him keep Zubin from falling.
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"Really sir you should not associate with me." the monk said.
"Again I say nonsense sir! You will stay with my family tonight." The guard replied.
Upon arrival to the modest home the monk was led inside. He saw the table was set already with bread and broth that would make up the dinner for the family. The smells rivaled those of the best foods he had ever enjoyed in his time. He had not had a real home cooked meal in a great deal of months if not years at this point he was unsure.
"Agda this is Sir Skylor Fremlin" the guard said. "Please make him room at the table."
"Skylor Fremlin?" Agda asked. "The one that was brought up on charges for ..."
The guard put his hand over her mouth before she could finish her sentence.
"False charges dear. False charges." the guard said.
While this was going on the monk had already made his way out of the house and was on his way back to his mule.
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Eyes fluttered open and limbs thrashed about as the warrior was again overtaken with pain. Within himself he fought the demon, his knuckles ripped open and his hands soaked in his own blood. The creature eyed him, and laughed. It was unhurt, after the long battle they had already had it was still fresh and strong while the warrior slowly grew wearier and wearier.
The demon made another attempt to pass the human and take full control of the vessel in which and for which they fought. As he passed the mortal, it felt its tail be grabbed, and claws skid on smooth floor before it was thrown backwards.
The effort almost brought the warrior to his knees, and still the demon was not in the least bit tired.
"Perhaps, I should fight back for a change." it said. Carloseus's looked up with surprise in his face, and the demon launched itself forward.
"So now we have our bearings" Balgarath said to the aged paladin sitting across the table from him.
"Indeed. Waukeen's Prominade." Sir Elric replied. "There was a large disturbance there awhile back, a portion of the exterior wall was destroyed in the process. I forget most of the details of it, something about a mage and the Cowled Wizards. Oh, yes that reminds me Balgarath, you had best watch yourself while in Athkatla, heavy magic usage is forbidden here. It is a punishable crime to cast any offense magics here. Those of us who use a more divine magic are excluded from the ruling. I would hate to see you hauled of to Spellhold. An asylum for what is the phrase they use, aah yes, 'the magically deviant."
"Hmm" Balgarath mused. "I shall heed your warning, I will be of no use if I am locked up in some asylum."
"Let us hope this next leg of our journey is a short one, I begin to tire of all these elongations." Sir Elric said downing his ale.
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The demon tore through his defense, leaving him two long strips of flesh torn. As they began to ooze blood the creature rushed past him and was almost completely free before it felt its tail being grabbed again. It again lost all momentum and began to skid on the smooth floor and again it was tossed back, however this time the warrior held tight onto it and swung it around his head twice and jumped up. As he fell, he brought down his foe as if it were a hammer, striking the floor with ever ounce of force that could have been produced by the momentum and maneuvering he had made.
A sharp crack was audible, demon half broken in a crater of its own. Carloseus walked back slowly, making his way back to the vessel and making sure the demon did not rise again. A sharp hissing noise came from it, and it struggled to its feet. Black blood flowed from its side, and many twisted spikes on its body were now broken. It's tail too seemed to have lost its life for it no longer moved, perhaps from the shock of the attack.
It roared defiantly and stared into the cold dark eyes of his enemy again, this time with a new hatred, and a hint of what the warrior thought to be.....fear.
She grabs Zubin away from Venex and leads him to a room where he falls onto the bed and begins snoring. She rejoins Venex, who still looks weary.
"Let's get some food into you, help get your strength back up," she says to him. They slowly make their way back down to the tavern where Cinara spots an empty table near Sir Elric and Balgarath, who have not looked in our direction yet.
"Look who I found up and wondering about!"
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Smiling is infectious.
Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
"Flesh and blood and bone! you are alive! HA HA So you have scratched and crawled your way back into the world of the living, Or did the Nine Hells spit you back out?" said Sir Elric with a smile as he stared upon the young man before him. "Come let us drink and be merry friends!"
"Prehaps your work is unfinished, there must be just cause for your return. I cannot say I am fond of the manner in which you negate the circle of life, but to see a friend again is a fine thing indeed." Balgarath said with a puff of his pipe.
"Werr it is good to see you again my friend, I sink it is time we were reaving." Shikyomaru said hurriedly. "We need to go, we have quests to fulfill yes?"
"Oi ye! Ye the bald bastard! Get back over 'ere, You think ye can steal my woman an' get away wit' it. Ye're a dead man!!" a large man in full platemail cried out from the far side of the tavern.
"Sis is not going to end preasantry for one of us" Shikyomaru sighed.
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Just as Venex was about to reply to Balgarath and Sir Elric, a rather large man shouts across the bar about a woman being stolen and heads in our direction.
Sensing a fight coming our way Cinara starts pulling Vexex back towards his room, "You are not quite ready for fighting right now so I better get you back upstairs, I will bring you some food to eat in your room." Venex is about to reply but she interrupts him, "I don't want any arguments from you."
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Smiling is infectious.
Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
Zubin stood up from the bed and came out of the room where he was brought by 'someone'.
He gets out and looks here and there.
''Man. Where is everybody?''
He gets down and sees a man heading in the direction of his friends speaking about some kind of woman.
He ran down, tripped, got back up in front of the man and stopped him by showing him his hand.
''Hmm pal. You say your woman was stolen eh? Here i'll help you in getting your woman back. You go in front and teach your enemy a lesson. I'll join you later.''
The man with the platemail smiled and walked towards Shikyomaru. Just when Zubin picked up two bottles of 'something' and bashed those in the guy's head.
The guy turned back to Zubin with a jerk and then fell down.
Everybody started to look at Zubin.
''Why wasn't he wearing a helmet?
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
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"Alright Dwarf. I looking for information regarding this." Sir Elric said holding up a picture of the talisman infront of the dwarf. "Speak!!"
"An wha' makes ye think Ah be knoo anythin' ye blasted bloody human?" said the dwarf. "Dinnae ye knoo not tae get between ae dwarf an' his drink!"
"I have no times to be playing games!" Sir Elric said furiously. "If you know anything, the quicker you tell me, the quicker you can get back to your drink."
"Hmm ye make ae fair point" replied the dwarf rubbing his chin. "Let me take ae look at it. Hmm I dinnae suppose you could ae got me the real thin' instead o' this drawin' could ye?"
"No so don't ask" Sir Elric said gruffly.
"Alright, Alright" said the dwarf. Dinnae get ye pantaloons in ae twist. Let's see. The symbol is unknoon, but it looks like ah might knoo where ye can find the stone used. Ah reckon it be a hard rock. Ye best be talking to the ore merchant over in Waukeen's Prominade. She deals with those kinds o' rocks."
"Oh, no. Not here." He said as he got off the mule and followed Sir Elric into the tavern.
Cinara and Zubin grab a table in the rear of the tavern away from most of the rowdy crowd and order food and drink.
"There is probably a seamstress here somewhere in town that could fix your things for you Zubin." She looks around at the patrons and wonders if any here have any knowledge of the druid grove to the east of town. She decides it would probably be better if she asked about it in the morning when everyone was thinking a little more clearly and not full of mead.
A drunk approaches our table, Zubin and I pull out our daggers and the man turns away. Our meals and drink arrive and we dig in.
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
"I always hate coming here" said Sir Elric placing the questionably prepared plate of boar on the table. "Such a dank pool of base corruption if ever there was one. If it is not some thug trying to mug you it is some harlot corrupting your mind."
"Then let us spend no more time here than is needed." said Balgarath as he smoked on his pipe. "While I share you disgust for the patrons of this establishment, we have been on the road for many days, and are weary."
"I cannot argue with you there." said Sir Elric.
"Hiyaah Hiyaah!!" sounded the cries in the back of the tavern.
Is that a real sword? can I touch it?" said one woman.
"Quit your pushing! I saw him first!!" said another.
"Prease prease, radies do not push there is enough of Shikyomaru to go around." said the warrior from Kara Tor.
"Aah to be young again" thought Sir Elric.
"Enjoying your meal gentlemen?" asked the bar maid. "Is there anything I can get for you?"
"No thank you we are fine." replied Sir Elric.
''Oh ...... ma'am. I think i ....um.... want something'' said Zubin and got up from his chair.
Cinara looked over to zubin a a weird manner beause Zubin was sounding exactly like a resident drunk.
''What do you want?'' asked the barmaid.
''Ummm, .... eh .... i think i'll have you.'' said zubin.
''What? I don't understand sir'' replied the barmaid in surprise.
''Heh, it been a long time since i neared a woman so beautiful'' said Zubin and walked towards the barmaid and held her face.
''Uhhh, what are you doing?'' said the barmmaid and hit Zubin with a flask.
''Oh, that hurt .... but i till want to have you'' said Zubin and neared the barmaid.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"If your looking for a woman there are plenty in the back rooms, sir." said the bar maid. " I suggest you try there."
"Tasteless gruel" moaned Sir Elric. "How do people eat this filth!"
"Better than nothing I suppose" replied Balgarath.
''Ummm, yeah ... yea'' replied the barmaid.
''Ummm, ..... can you, lead me to the place. ... eh?'' asked zubin.
''Yeah, why not. Umm sure'' said the barmaid and took zubin to the back rooms.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Venex felt his eyes slowly opening. He could tell that he had not done so in days as wiped his face with a hand and felt the stubble on his chin. He was extraordinarily tired and felt very old and frail. He reminded himself that he was getting older. Sitting up and yawning silently, the Necromancer tried to piece together the events of the last few weeks and found presently that he could not. That bothered him greatly.
At last his eyes gave in to his will and opened, the bright lights stinging at first. He quickly became accustomed to them and found himself in a rather bare room. The floors, walls, and ceiling were made out of the same dark wood. There were several crates piled up around the room, and the smell of wine and molding bread filled the air. The room looked old and unwelcoming. His first thought was that he had been thrown into some sort of cell, but the open door on one wall, and the crates of wine around him suggested otherwise. He decided, at last, to get up and have a look around.
As he stood and made slowly for the door, his mind turned to his friends... What had happened to them? Where were they now? Did they know where he was?
He reached the door and peered around it, into a hallway and instantly smelled the .. well .. he couldn't decide if the smell was foul or just unpleasant. Either way, it was where he was, and that was something.
He stepped out and made his way down the hallway. Some drunk bumped into him and for a moment he thought he recognized the man... Wait! He did!
Turning around, he grabbed the man by the shoulder and spun him around.
"Zubin?!"
''Ummm, do i ... um ... know y... hey wait. I know you. You're ummm ... Veronica? .... Ventilator?..... ummm ... yeaaah. You're Venex'' said Zubin.
''Are you ...um.... ohkay now? *hiccup* Come with me and i'll buy you a drank'' added Zubin.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Cinara walks over to the barn to check on the monk and finds that he had gotten off his mule made a bed out of the hay and was snoring away. She gives his mule a carrot and scratches behinds its ears. While walking down the dirt road she notices a seamstress shop where Zubin can get his clothes mended and makes note of it. Further out on the outskirts of town, she approaches a large tree and leans against it, looking up at the stars. She starts getting a fuzzy feeling in her head and thinks it is just the ale she had at dinner, but then it becomes more persistent and she realizes it is her brothers trying to contact her. She focuses and is able to communicate with them for a brief time. They show her a recently abandoned home, burned down and smelling of the foul folk that did the same to our home. She can sense their growing hatred and that they feel they are closing in on them, for the house is still smoking. They bid their farewells and cut off the link.
Cinara stays under the tree a bit longer, relishing the gently blowing breeze going through her hair, takes a deep breath and begins walking back towards the tavern. She hears a twig snap, stops and removes her dagger, and tenses ready for a fight. Turning slowly around peering through darkness trying to discern where the noise came from she spies movement ahead. A man appears out of the darkness, visibly drunk, she relaxes a bit when he lunges for her. As he lunges, she easily dodges him and gives him a swift kick and watches him land in the dirt face first, he tries to get up but ends up passing out where he landed.
Cinara shakes her head in disgust and continues on her way. Her thoughts turn to her ailing friends; Carloseus back at Master Garren’s, Venex in a room at the tavern, and also of Thufir, who had for some reason distanced himself from us since leaving Garren’s.
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
He felt a kick to his ribs. It was light and meant only to wake him.
"Get up Bum" A low voice called. "These streets are not for your bedding."
The monk rolled over and through the haze of sleep looked upon his the one who woke him. He was actually considering violence for a moment and then he remembered it was not the way.
"Skylor?" Is that you. "Sir Skylor Framlin is that you?"
"Not any more" the monk replied. "I'm just a monk now, I don't use a name."
"Nonsense m'lord." The man pulled the monk to his feet. "I never once believed the charges brought before you, let me offer you a place to stay for the night."
She walks into the Inn and her senses are assulted, the stench had gotten worse in the bar area, so she makes her way to her room.
She glances down the hall and sees two forms standing in the middle. She places her hand on the hilt of her dagger and continues down the hall. One of the men is clearly drunk, and the other...
"Venex! You are awake."
She runs up to her friend and notices that the drunk is Zubin. She gives Venex a warm embrace and helps him keep Zubin from falling.
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
"Again I say nonsense sir! You will stay with my family tonight." The guard replied.
Upon arrival to the modest home the monk was led inside. He saw the table was set already with bread and broth that would make up the dinner for the family. The smells rivaled those of the best foods he had ever enjoyed in his time. He had not had a real home cooked meal in a great deal of months if not years at this point he was unsure.
"Agda this is Sir Skylor Fremlin" the guard said. "Please make him room at the table."
"Skylor Fremlin?" Agda asked. "The one that was brought up on charges for ..."
The guard put his hand over her mouth before she could finish her sentence.
"False charges dear. False charges." the guard said.
While this was going on the monk had already made his way out of the house and was on his way back to his mule.
The demon made another attempt to pass the human and take full control of the vessel in which and for which they fought. As he passed the mortal, it felt its tail be grabbed, and claws skid on smooth floor before it was thrown backwards.
The effort almost brought the warrior to his knees, and still the demon was not in the least bit tired.
"Perhaps, I should fight back for a change." it said. Carloseus's looked up with surprise in his face, and the demon launched itself forward.
"So now we have our bearings" Balgarath said to the aged paladin sitting across the table from him.
"Indeed. Waukeen's Prominade." Sir Elric replied. "There was a large disturbance there awhile back, a portion of the exterior wall was destroyed in the process. I forget most of the details of it, something about a mage and the Cowled Wizards. Oh, yes that reminds me Balgarath, you had best watch yourself while in Athkatla, heavy magic usage is forbidden here. It is a punishable crime to cast any offense magics here. Those of us who use a more divine magic are excluded from the ruling. I would hate to see you hauled of to Spellhold. An asylum for what is the phrase they use, aah yes, 'the magically deviant."
"Hmm" Balgarath mused. "I shall heed your warning, I will be of no use if I am locked up in some asylum."
"Let us hope this next leg of our journey is a short one, I begin to tire of all these elongations." Sir Elric said downing his ale.
A sharp crack was audible, demon half broken in a crater of its own. Carloseus walked back slowly, making his way back to the vessel and making sure the demon did not rise again. A sharp hissing noise came from it, and it struggled to its feet. Black blood flowed from its side, and many twisted spikes on its body were now broken. It's tail too seemed to have lost its life for it no longer moved, perhaps from the shock of the attack.
It roared defiantly and stared into the cold dark eyes of his enemy again, this time with a new hatred, and a hint of what the warrior thought to be.....fear.
"Let's get some food into you, help get your strength back up," she says to him. They slowly make their way back down to the tavern where Cinara spots an empty table near Sir Elric and Balgarath, who have not looked in our direction yet.
"Look who I found up and wondering about!"
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
"Nightfall"
"Flesh and blood and bone! you are alive! HA HA So you have scratched and crawled your way back into the world of the living, Or did the Nine Hells spit you back out?" said Sir Elric with a smile as he stared upon the young man before him. "Come let us drink and be merry friends!"
"Prehaps your work is unfinished, there must be just cause for your return. I cannot say I am fond of the manner in which you negate the circle of life, but to see a friend again is a fine thing indeed." Balgarath said with a puff of his pipe.
"Werr it is good to see you again my friend, I sink it is time we were reaving." Shikyomaru said hurriedly. "We need to go, we have quests to fulfill yes?"
"Oi ye! Ye the bald bastard! Get back over 'ere, You think ye can steal my woman an' get away wit' it. Ye're a dead man!!" a large man in full platemail cried out from the far side of the tavern.
"Sis is not going to end preasantry for one of us" Shikyomaru sighed.
Sensing a fight coming our way Cinara starts pulling Vexex back towards his room, "You are not quite ready for fighting right now so I better get you back upstairs, I will bring you some food to eat in your room." Venex is about to reply but she interrupts him, "I don't want any arguments from you."
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
He gets out and looks here and there.
''Man. Where is everybody?''
He gets down and sees a man heading in the direction of his friends speaking about some kind of woman.
He ran down, tripped, got back up in front of the man and stopped him by showing him his hand.
''Hmm pal. You say your woman was stolen eh? Here i'll help you in getting your woman back. You go in front and teach your enemy a lesson. I'll join you later.''
The man with the platemail smiled and walked towards Shikyomaru. Just when Zubin picked up two bottles of 'something' and bashed those in the guy's head.
The guy turned back to Zubin with a jerk and then fell down.
Everybody started to look at Zubin.
''Why wasn't he wearing a helmet?
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface