Dragon's Tail Tavern

[Ayrean]

Ayrean had indeed inwardly laughed at the joke, and another adventure with Uther wouldnt be too much out of the question. She was in no rush to become attached to any one man and the faerie realm. She would follow when she was done at the tavern though, her wine was waiting and newcommers were always entering her life from such places. As she thought this a pair of new faces entered the tavern, the first was mearly a bodyguard of some sort it appeared, though the second was of some interest to Ayrean.

The waitress having done her job in brining an ale to the unusual man left the man to his drink looking a bit defeated. Ayrean on the other hand had no interest in such a matter. His look though told many things, the first was the black cloak that hid the face of the person. Mysterious, curiousity was a failing of her and some day could be her downfall if it wasnt for the fact of the crown she now wore. Its magical properties would protect her if anything disasterous would come to pass. Lifting the crystal glass in her hand she fluttered down off of the chair her wings lifting her cloak slightly as they beat against the inside of the cloak. Reaching the floor she walked over to the man who had again taken another long drag on it as she had gotten down. The table he sat at was obviously made for beings other than faeries and Ayrean waved her hand at the large chair in front of her pulling it out and remaking it into a chair where her wings would not be damaged and she would be able to see the man across from her instead of just looking over the table edge. Fluttering up to the top of the chair she placed her wine glass on the table and sat in the chair.

"Hi there. I saw you and thought that you may be either a user of magic or perhaps a person of intelligence. Are you?"

[Ebivoulya]

"Perhaps both, as it seems you are."

The appearance of this new being was intriguing indeed. She apparently saw something of interest in the stranger. Her appearance piqued his curiosity. Forgetting about the pipe in his hand, the flame in the bowl fizzles out. He decides to leave it extinguished for now, setting the pipe down on the worn wooden table. Clasping his hands together, he leans his head forward, resting his chin on his fist. His face remains hidden, however, under the large, engulfing hood.

"So tell me. It certainly appears as if you aren't exactly from around here. What has brought you here from your homeland? I somehow doubt it is the prospect of adventure which entices you."

With a quiet air of curiosity he studied the one before him. She seemed almost familiar, though he was quite certain he had yet to meet such a woman. Something in her eyes rang some faint, far-off bell that he couldn't quite hear.

[Hikari no Tenshi]

A gruff-looking man entered the tavern, staggering between drunks and waitresses alike. A large trail of red droplets coming from his back where an arrow remained lodged. After only a few steps, he mumbles something about apologizing to his family for being in the wrong business then falls to the ground in a pile of dust. Shortly after the man died, and completely unrelated to his death in any way, a figure walked through the door wearing all shades of brown and green in a cloak that would have been perfect for hiding anywhere.

The figure appeared to be a man, with a leather jerkin worn underneath the cloak and a man's brown trousers only partially concealed by the color-shifting article as well. A deep hood was pulled up over the figure's face and a thick-gloved hand motioned for a drink. The newcomer seemed completely uninterested in anything but the drink that quickly came, but deep sapphire eyes searched the room intently from a corner chair. After taking a couple sips from the tankard, the figure lightly set the mug down and motioned for one of the serving girls to come closer.

"Ask that faerie over there for a drink from her homeland and bring it to me, would you? This stuff just isn't diong it for me."

The voice was harsh and rasp, almost to the point of being forced to be so, but the serving girl was obviously the "don't ask, don't tell" type. She quickly walked over to the only faerie in the room and weakly cleared her throat when she noticed for the first time the crown on her head. "Excuse me... miss... your highness... ah... that person over there is asking for some of your homeland's brew. She... he... they say our ale just isn't doing if for them."

The figure raised its head slightly, only enough for the deep sapphire of its eyes to show plainly from under the hood. The rest of the face was completely masked in shadow. But there was something about those eyes... something that was not what it appeared, and much more ancient than they looked. The cloak shuddered slightly and the figure simply hunched back over, staring back into the unwanted ale, tapping a heavy finger on the table neither impatiently nor nervously

[Legion]

"Zzzzzzzzzrmnmmmm... ... Huh..?"

What was going on? Nikita slowly got up from her - now - somewhat uncomfortable position, sitting upright as she stared at the window. The area where her cheek was lying against it was still visible. Slowly, the girl looked around, and noticed that several people had decided to accompany her. There was even a glass filled with... Some liquid standing near her. She wondered whether it was actually meant or even drinkable for her. Angels and alcohol didn't mix.

"..."

Sighing, the girl went back to leaning on her arm. Perhaps she still had enough money for a room... But for now, the tavern had to suffice. If there was someone who would want to talk to them, they would have to begin. Unless, of course, they wanted to make trouble. In which case they shouldn't bother Nikita unless they wanted their shoulders being hacked open. Erg... I wonder how long I've slept. She tended to need less and less sleep... But at least, she could still pretend to be asleep, if that meant that she was being left alone.

[Ebivoulya]

"It seems you are called upon."

The dark figure picked up his pipe once more, striking another match. He lit the bowl and took a few puffs while waving his hand to put out the match. As he blew out the smoke a ring formed, with another forming inside of it. These floated upward toward the ceiling until they finally dissipated. He chuckled slightly as he watched the action in the tavern with mild interest, occasionally taking a puff from his pipe. His mind was deep in thought.

[bloodyjimmy8]

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Out of character:
This thread was probably started a while ago, and might even be abandoned..... Might as well join in then, huh?

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The short creature stumbled clumsily through the door and into the bar. The stumbling was surprisingly not an effect of alcohol, but of plain clumsiness. Before sitting on a stool at the bar, he scanned the room momentarily and decided that THIS was the place that the odd aura was coming from.

Taking a seat on the stool seemed more like a job then anything. The little person stood a mere 3 feet tall, and practically climbed onto the stool. As he sat on the stool, the blue trenchcoat, which hung off his shoulders like a cape, drooped over the edge of the stool and nearly brushed the ground.

The bartender watched the short being enter the bar and climb up to the bar. What an odd crowd we have here, he thought to himself while he walked, almost automatically, to the new customer.

"What be yer poison"

"You wouldn't happen to have Dragon's Broth, would you?" replied a boyish voice which seemed to come from underneath the tall wizards hat that cast the person's face into complete shadows. A pair of glowing yellow eyes stared questioningly at the bartender from beneath the shadows.

"Err..."

"Nevermind then. Some of your best ale, please!"

The bartender nodded and walked to the other end of the bar, begining to fill a mug. Returning to the customer, the bartender set the mug on the bar, spilling a little of the light brownish liquid that filled it.

"That be three shillings"

The newcomer slapped a couple coins on the bar and picked up his drink. He began to make his way over to a table where only a single person existed. Clumsiness getting an advantage over him, he spilled much of his ale on his way to the table. He sat down across the table from a being whom appeared to be dozing.

Without so much as a nod or a "hello," the little person told the person sitting across from him, "A tavern is the last place I would ever expect to find an angel. Pardon my intrusion, but your presence intrigues me in many ways, some I cannot explain. Please elaborate your reasons for being here."