The Tavern

[White Wolf]

A old, thatched building, in the middle of the wine fields, centre of all Valael. Inside, a hearty fire blazes, giving the room an orange tin. Behind the bar, there is a barman with many, many kegs of ale and a towel in his hand. Sitting in the far corner, at a round table, with his head down and a mug of good ol' dwarven ale in his hand, is a heavily armoured, muscular minatour. On his back there is a huge, double edged axe, and on his right hand side there is a scabbard with a ilthidin handle protruding out. He looks menacing, especially with the glow the fire is giving off. A man to avoid in a dark alley, for certain. Yet he looks up, and smiles. He grunts "The name's White Wolf. Don't back away, I won't bite your arm off. Wel, unless you decide to irritate me! Grab a keg of ale and we will reminisce on battles of old. Firstly, what is your name, and what brings you to the kingdom of Valel?" The minatour ooks inquisitvely, awaiting a response.

[qweenGiba]

A small female elf, her skin a light grey walked into tavern. She had a on a long cloak that covered her body and weapons. She was watching the minotaur, smiling when she heard it talk. "Ah, I'm Sehvara and I don't drink. I hear there is a tournament in town, is that true?" She asked tilting her head to the side to show her curiosity. Talk about old battles? How old is that man? She thought to herself shaking her head slightly.

[Death Incarnate]

Clouds billow across the horizon as dusk settles upon the town. Rolling thunder resounds across the flatlands reverbrating on the inn. Conversations stop for a minute as a figure enters the Tavern... A small diminutive gnome strolls across the floor wearing a black cloak that is tattered but suprisingly holds no grit to it. The air seems charged with energy around this small creature and he draws everyones eyes in the room. He orders a small glass of ale from the bar and heads to the back corner. Only now people notice that his footprints on the oak floors are being left... smoking black circles follow him to where he sits... back against the wall watching the other patrons. A smirk appears on his face as he stares at an old man at the counter who is deep in his cups. Those still watching, stare unbelievably at his eyes... electricity flashes across his orbs flowing down his arm to his hand holding his cup. The cup flashes and turns to dust along with its contents. At the same time the old man at the counter lowers his head against his chest and expires. When the patrons look back to the booth in the back... there is nothing there but a small pile of dust on the table. Where the gnome was sitting the seat is black and holds the grinning image of a skull.

[White Wolf]

The minatour looks at his keg of ale, then at the skull now on the chair, with an inquisitive look on his face. He repeats this action, to the amusement of the bartender, before shrugging his shoulders and downing it in one!
"Another, good man, if you do please!" He roars, and the man behind the bar moves swiftly to fill his mug up. He looks at the newcomer, an elf with a greyish tinge to her skin, with a mix of curiosity and distrust.
"Sorry lass, I was a million miles away." He answers, in his deep voice. "Aye, there is a tournament in town at the moment. My money is on that fighter...JBoxer...To win it. He's talented. Are you competing or betting, may I ask?" The minatour raises his eyebrow in question, as the barman places the ale next to him.

[TheWarriorOfMuayThai]

"What is this bout boxing? We settle stuff in the arena not in the Tavern you dumb elf."

Then TWoMT goes to the bar and orders a non-achol drink"

[qweenGiba]

"I'll be competing, been a while since I had any fun between jobs. And I hope you do not mind me asking, but how old are you? You sorta sound like my elders" she said moving an arm out of her cloak slightly showing her small feminine frame that was mostly hidden. She rushed a stray hair from out of her face as she ignored the rude comment. "And does anyone know where the munchkin went? I thought he looked like a stuffed teddy bear in human form" she muttered the last part to herself with a slight smile.

[White Wolf]

The minatour smiles warmly, before looking back at the elf. "Old enough to be in battles when you were but a glint your mother's eye. Is that enough?!" He laughs, a long hearty laugh that is followed by the draining of yet another keg of ale. He sighs "That'll have to be the last. The cards haven't been favourable recently!"

[qweenGiba]

"Then that would mean that your around a hundred years old. And do you need any help since it seems your as drunk as a skunk." She said laughing to herself as she looked around the room, her ears twitching every once and a while.

[Damnd]

The door to the tavern suddenly crashes back into the wall as two humans stagger in, quite clearly drunk already and bloodied from a fight, The first man see's the elf and winks knowingly at his friend who staggers his way to the bar to order two tankards of ale, the first man tries to stand tall as he lurches towards the elf, he attempts a smile which looks more like a leer as he reaches her.

"Good evening to you sweet lady I..."

The man wobbling unsteadily and grabbing the back of a chair to keep himself upright..

"My apolo..apolo.. errr im sorry.... I may have had a few too many this evening... My name is the Damned and it's good to meet you, may I buy you a drink?"

The Damneds friend making his way slowly from the bar after finishing exchanging words with the minotaur and the barkeep, he looks amused as he reaches his friend and slumps into a seat, the Damned turns to look at him.

"Why are you looking so amused Deathwalker?"

Deathwalker taking a long gulp of his ale before responding.

"Well apparently there is going to be a tournament, apparently some guy called jboxer is the favourite to win, Im guessing your arrival in town will change the betting just a little bit!"

Damned looking thoughtful for a moment.

"A tournament you say? Hmm interesting.... anyway my elven princess - how about that drink?"

[qweenGiba]

She laughed lightly at the sad attempt to flirt. "Sehvara, is my name. I don't drink since I'm going to be in that tournament. So you better watch where you step and what your say, since a dagger in the throat is not good for you." She said pulling off her cloak showing a belt that was a long chain that had daggers and little charms hanging from it. And stick with the the drunk human wenches, since your way to flirt of pick up is laughable.