Between the copper fingers of Quyen's arm was a half-eaten apple. He was waiting for the guy in front of him to finish talking to Ror and when the man had finally buggered off, he stepped forward and nudged to his friend. "Guess who made it in?" Ror chuckled and nodded, "I read the report." Quyen rolled his eyes, "Your lady friend was a tough cookie, but she's just your type you know." Humored, Ror leaned back in his chair and said, "I see. Well, I guess that's good news. Did she tell you to keep a close eye on me?" There was silence across the desk and Quyen spat out an appleseed. "I see. She's been worried a lot of late, but trust me I will not do anything stupid before you return." Quyen tossed the remainder of the apple in the bin, and fetched a pack of smokes from the pocket of his coat. As he drew a cigarette out and tucked it between his lips, he changed the subject, "You asked me to come. I'm here, talk." Ror planted his elbow on the armrest and leaned against his left hand. "There's a priestess by the name of Calliope who recently left the city for the Port of Thalos. I believe you met her recently?" Quyen frowned, "Damn man, you know more than is good for you, you know?" He lit the cigarette with a flame that sparked from his finger. Ror smirked, "Ah! It's my job to be well-informed. Especially within the city walls of Torregiano. That said, you better hurry to catch up with her. Or you could take the portal of course."
Smoking, Quyen raised an eyebrow, "A portal? Where's that?"
Black Marble
He woke, blinking in the complete darkness.
Flexing his arms, his heavy bracers scraped against the armrests of the large stone chair he was sitting upon. His breast and legplates followed suit as he leaned forward to rise.
"What happened.. ?"
The lack of light however, did not mean a lack of sound.. The room was small, a mere arm's reach in each direction. Reaching up instinctively, he grasped at the necklace around his neck, it was.. The symbol of his god..
"Where am I?"
Sliding his gauntleted hand over the wall of the room, he felt at runes, but could find no purchase for a grip. Frustration was slowly building, he slammed his fist against the wall.. It did not give an inch..
"But .. I... I am loyal."
The runes he had felt burned with blinding green light, he closed his eyes as a loud explosion of shattering stones sounded before him and a whooshing of wind pulled swiftly at his body.
He opened his eyes, his vision was blurred, and slowly it cleared. The wall that had stood before him was strewn about the floor and the room was filled with a cloud of dust, swirling up towards the high ceiling.
As the dust settled in each direction, the black stone of the octagonal chamber became more visible. Looking back from where he came, he saw that he'd been sitting on a massive black throne emblazoned with a black fist grasping at green rays. Looking forward, he was reminded as to his purpose..
Standing thirty feet above him on a black marble pedestal was a statue of his god, the one true god of hatred, fear, and tyranny.. Bane, the Black Lord.
Slowly he spoke the words as he reached up to cluch at his necklace..
"I am loyal."
Flexing his arms, his heavy bracers scraped against the armrests of the large stone chair he was sitting upon. His breast and legplates followed suit as he leaned forward to rise.
"What happened.. ?"
The lack of light however, did not mean a lack of sound.. The room was small, a mere arm's reach in each direction. Reaching up instinctively, he grasped at the necklace around his neck, it was.. The symbol of his god..
"Where am I?"
Sliding his gauntleted hand over the wall of the room, he felt at runes, but could find no purchase for a grip. Frustration was slowly building, he slammed his fist against the wall.. It did not give an inch..
"But .. I... I am loyal."
The runes he had felt burned with blinding green light, he closed his eyes as a loud explosion of shattering stones sounded before him and a whooshing of wind pulled swiftly at his body.
He opened his eyes, his vision was blurred, and slowly it cleared. The wall that had stood before him was strewn about the floor and the room was filled with a cloud of dust, swirling up towards the high ceiling.
As the dust settled in each direction, the black stone of the octagonal chamber became more visible. Looking back from where he came, he saw that he'd been sitting on a massive black throne emblazoned with a black fist grasping at green rays. Looking forward, he was reminded as to his purpose..
Standing thirty feet above him on a black marble pedestal was a statue of his god, the one true god of hatred, fear, and tyranny.. Bane, the Black Lord.
Slowly he spoke the words as he reached up to cluch at his necklace..
"I am loyal."
Current Character Description - Xzar Firefly
This remarkable bug hovers here. Its glow giving light to everything around it. It seems at peace with the world. Going about it on thing with not a worry of who is around it. It carries mysterious looking armor, almost foreign to the lands. He wears a look of determination across his face. He has purpose.
Current Character Descriptions - Tifa
A female human is here crouched in the shadows. A black hood is drawn over her head but her face can still be seen. Her delicate crimson lips form a smile as she notices you. Her emerald eyes seems to glow even in the shadows. Long black hair cascade down her shoulders. Beneath a black flowing cloak a tight leather bodysuit is worn. Matching gloves and black boots cover her hands and feet as if hiding she were hiding something. She stands up showing a shapely figure with well toned muscles. Two swords of with hilts of a similar design are kept within their sheathes and strapped to her waist. Reaching to her neck she pulls out a dark amulet and releases a glowing sphere which revolves around her before she disappears into the shadows behind her.
News 13102013
The first news post on this blog. A refreshing change compared to all the roleplay notes we've been posting.
Current status update:
Current status update:
- Learning by example is a powerful tool, therefore:
- We're uploading Waterdeep MUD roleplay logs. If you have any, let Ror know in game or seek contact on the forum.
- We're uploading roleplay notes for the same reason. If yours are missing, let us know (see above how).
- Once up-to-date on the logs and notes, we'll resume extending the background information section for better roleplay.
Current Character Description - Pika Crystafant
Spiky black hair sticks out in all directions from this humans head. Pale white skin makes bright crystal clear blue eyes stand out, below bushy black brows. This young man's delicate cheek bones and small size perhaps make his age a questionable number. He free from any visibile scars to mar his near femenine features. He is of average weight for his five foot four frame. Pika's clothing consists of dark green riding cloak, tan leather breeches and a white shirt with ties in the front. He wears a pair of sturdy riding boots with buckles up one side.
Current Character Description - Rasaeri Khaeras
Awe struck, you marvel at this strange sight, this astounding gnoll standing before you is Rasaeri, a mammoth of epic proportions. Covering the towering gnoll, a coarse coat of golden-brown fur, scarcely specked with dark brown spots, gradually growing a bit darker surrounding his muzzle. A mane of short dark brown fur runs from his hyena-like head right down to the base of his broad shoulders. A pair of amber eyes are mounted upon his face, reflecting a calm, inquisitive demeanor, traits untold of among his gnoll kindred.
Log: 12102013 - Ror and Rakasha
OOC commentary: No matter how short the roleplay, sometimes it's good just to catch up!
Rush
The magic washed over her in waves of vibration that set her skin tingling. She stepped through to see a ring of tents, one slightly larger than the rest, a standard flapping in the wind above it. The few espers that walked about stopped and stared at her with an open skepticism, their looks bordering on hostile. "Who are you?" one finally shot, his skin a deep orange, his hair white flames.
'My name is Mirin, and Claire is my mother.'
The atmosphere settled into ice and the other espers narrowed their eyes. "The Kra'ineba has no other children but the four in her home and the one on the way."
'Kra... what?'
"Our Elder's mate."
'Oh... okay... right. Well, listen, she's in trouble and I've come to set things straight.'
"The Kra'ineba is in no danger."
'I assure you, she is.'
Before the orange esper could say more, a ruddy hand was lain upon his shoulder. Ruthivan walked to the fore, his eyebrows lifted in a glance of disdain. "Welcome, half-breed. How did you find our camp?"
Mirin's mouth pulled into a slight sneer. She walked forward and found herself looking up into Ruthivan's face. 'I got directions from your son. You do remember him, the one you slapped for trying to help his family?'
The crowd of espers bristled with sudden whispers and Ruthivan cocked his head to the side with a chuckle. "He is not my son."
'That must be convenient. You just drop any kids you don't like and get to pretend they don't exist.'
"It's been a nice chat, but it's time for you to leave."
'Not until I speak to my mother.'
"My mate is only permitted to speak to full blooded espers that are loyal to the cause of our people."
'Permitted?' Mirin telepathed with incredulity. 'Are you her father?'
"I killed him because he was a wayward soul. Careful that I don't do the world a service and remove you from it as well."
Mirin's eyes flashed as she smiled. Around her hands, crackling energy sizzled from the air and in her palms, white hot balls of magic formed. 'I see now what she said was true. She is not safe and I intend to fix that.'
Ruthivan grinned and transformed. Before Mirin now towered a red dog-like creature with large claws and fangs. He barked more than spoke. At his sides, other espers made their transformations, until Mirin was staring at three of the most twisted magical abominations she had ever seen. "Come, let us take out the garbage," Ruthivan barked.
'My name is Mirin, and Claire is my mother.'
The atmosphere settled into ice and the other espers narrowed their eyes. "The Kra'ineba has no other children but the four in her home and the one on the way."
'Kra... what?'
"Our Elder's mate."
'Oh... okay... right. Well, listen, she's in trouble and I've come to set things straight.'
"The Kra'ineba is in no danger."
'I assure you, she is.'
Before the orange esper could say more, a ruddy hand was lain upon his shoulder. Ruthivan walked to the fore, his eyebrows lifted in a glance of disdain. "Welcome, half-breed. How did you find our camp?"
Mirin's mouth pulled into a slight sneer. She walked forward and found herself looking up into Ruthivan's face. 'I got directions from your son. You do remember him, the one you slapped for trying to help his family?'
The crowd of espers bristled with sudden whispers and Ruthivan cocked his head to the side with a chuckle. "He is not my son."
'That must be convenient. You just drop any kids you don't like and get to pretend they don't exist.'
"It's been a nice chat, but it's time for you to leave."
'Not until I speak to my mother.'
"My mate is only permitted to speak to full blooded espers that are loyal to the cause of our people."
'Permitted?' Mirin telepathed with incredulity. 'Are you her father?'
"I killed him because he was a wayward soul. Careful that I don't do the world a service and remove you from it as well."
Mirin's eyes flashed as she smiled. Around her hands, crackling energy sizzled from the air and in her palms, white hot balls of magic formed. 'I see now what she said was true. She is not safe and I intend to fix that.'
Ruthivan grinned and transformed. Before Mirin now towered a red dog-like creature with large claws and fangs. He barked more than spoke. At his sides, other espers made their transformations, until Mirin was staring at three of the most twisted magical abominations she had ever seen. "Come, let us take out the garbage," Ruthivan barked.
Confronting Illusions
'So you have to sense it.'
"I guess."
Mirin sat across from Askari who stared down at the rug under his feet. She'd decided against going to Sanria and Gilean with the information on Claire. They didn't seem to be spending much time dwelling on her, and Mirin wasn't going to be the one to destroy that. It didn't anger her that they were happy and isolated from what was happening. Her mother, Claire, had made her choices and seemed to be paying the price... still...
'So when I get close-'
"I can help you get close, but I won't go in with you."
'Askari... you could help me a great deal.'
"No... I... can't."
'What happened to you?' Mirin telepathed with a sigh. "He turned into a chicken," Leandra snorted as she entered the room. She plopped down on the chair and smirked. "His racist sack of shit father slapped him across the face when he tried to stand up to him. He hasn't really been the same since."
Mirin turned her gaze on Askari. She narrowed the focus of her telepathy, speaking to her brother directly. 'Is what she says true?'
'Does it matter?'
'Of course it matters, Askari... did he strike you?'
"I know when I'm being excluded, I'll go make myself useful in this dump." Leandra got up and left the room, leaving Askari to make a long lingering sigh.
"Yes," Askari answered simply.
Mirin leaned over, taking her brother in her arms. Her response back was a stiff pat on her back as Askari pulled away. "I'll get you nearby, but I don't want to see him... ever."
'I understand.'
Thus it was that Mirin found herself on the edge of a wood, alone. She could sense the presence of the camp, the tingle of magic that only those with esper blood could decipher. She took a deep breath and stepped forward and through the camouflaged barrier.
"I guess."
Mirin sat across from Askari who stared down at the rug under his feet. She'd decided against going to Sanria and Gilean with the information on Claire. They didn't seem to be spending much time dwelling on her, and Mirin wasn't going to be the one to destroy that. It didn't anger her that they were happy and isolated from what was happening. Her mother, Claire, had made her choices and seemed to be paying the price... still...
'So when I get close-'
"I can help you get close, but I won't go in with you."
'Askari... you could help me a great deal.'
"No... I... can't."
'What happened to you?' Mirin telepathed with a sigh. "He turned into a chicken," Leandra snorted as she entered the room. She plopped down on the chair and smirked. "His racist sack of shit father slapped him across the face when he tried to stand up to him. He hasn't really been the same since."
Mirin turned her gaze on Askari. She narrowed the focus of her telepathy, speaking to her brother directly. 'Is what she says true?'
'Does it matter?'
'Of course it matters, Askari... did he strike you?'
"I know when I'm being excluded, I'll go make myself useful in this dump." Leandra got up and left the room, leaving Askari to make a long lingering sigh.
"Yes," Askari answered simply.
Mirin leaned over, taking her brother in her arms. Her response back was a stiff pat on her back as Askari pulled away. "I'll get you nearby, but I don't want to see him... ever."
'I understand.'
Thus it was that Mirin found herself on the edge of a wood, alone. She could sense the presence of the camp, the tingle of magic that only those with esper blood could decipher. She took a deep breath and stepped forward and through the camouflaged barrier.
Current Character Description - Quyen
Quyen is an athletic human with blue eyes and black, short, shaggy hair. A pair of goggles at the hairline pushes the hair out of his eyes. He wears a crimson red lab coat from which the sleeves are ripped off. Under the coat he wears a black leather outfit with straps. The right arm is muscled and tattooed with the number "42". The left is replaced by a copper clockwork arm that has four digits and a thumb at the end. Usually Quyen is accompanied by a crossbow and a burning cigarette between the lips.
Current Character Description - Sayoko Densetsu
A young woman with piercing blue eyes in tight leather armor accentuating her body. Ribbons of red, gold and green are tied loosely on her wrists and neck. Her armor is almost white but is really a shade of lavender. Gold filigree is stitched into the wrists and skirt. The top and bottom armor are separated by a short skirt with the sides cut off and nothing but a few gold chains on her side. She wears very little but a white cloak can conceal all she is if it were pulled tight. Her lip almost always has a long slender cigarette in it and golden hoop earings are her typical style aside from armor.
The entire outfit is build to allow her to move, and it must be quite a sight to see her move. There is a serenity about her which floats around her like the smell of her perfume. You have the feeling she would help you out of trouble regardless the consequences to herself. Upon closer inspection you see her painted nails also hold words of power in each one. Upon closer inspection you see her painted nails also hold words of power in each one. No wonder she carries no weapon, she doesn't need any.
The entire outfit is build to allow her to move, and it must be quite a sight to see her move. There is a serenity about her which floats around her like the smell of her perfume. You have the feeling she would help you out of trouble regardless the consequences to herself. Upon closer inspection you see her painted nails also hold words of power in each one. Upon closer inspection you see her painted nails also hold words of power in each one. No wonder she carries no weapon, she doesn't need any.
The Visitor II
At the tip of Ror's finger a flame danced and lit the cigarette. Ror leaned back into the comfortable chair and whisked the flame out at the same time. Across him, in an equally comfortable chair, sat a man with short, dark hair and blue eyes, dressed in black. His boots and crimon red coat were drying at the grand stone fireplace of the Tripower's formal dining room. The man across Ror warmed himself by the fire as he sucked the cigarette and let the smoke rise. A comfortable moan of content came from the man and he pushed his feet a little closer to the fire. "This is really nice. "
Ror chuckled and nodded, "Better than getting soaked in the rain. No, don't give me that look. Be thankful the guards came to fetch me to begin with. Usually they ignore beggars. " He smirked. "Bastard, " mumbled his soaked friend.
"So, Quyen, " started Ror, "what brings you here? " The man referred to as Quyen chuckled, then replied, "I once promised you to follow you to the end of the world and beyond. I never thought I'd actually live up to that promise one day. "
Ror stayed silent, but nodded, "So this in your homeworld, eh? " asked Quyen. Once again, Ror nodded. "Yes, and still in turmoil, but I will do my best to fix that. Hence why I joined Tripower. " Quyen smiled, "I see. Well then, I better sign up then as well, not? " His smile turned into a smirk. And Ror could not help but smirk with him.
Ror chuckled and nodded, "Better than getting soaked in the rain. No, don't give me that look. Be thankful the guards came to fetch me to begin with. Usually they ignore beggars. " He smirked. "Bastard, " mumbled his soaked friend.
"So, Quyen, " started Ror, "what brings you here? " The man referred to as Quyen chuckled, then replied, "I once promised you to follow you to the end of the world and beyond. I never thought I'd actually live up to that promise one day. "
Ror stayed silent, but nodded, "So this in your homeworld, eh? " asked Quyen. Once again, Ror nodded. "Yes, and still in turmoil, but I will do my best to fix that. Hence why I joined Tripower. " Quyen smiled, "I see. Well then, I better sign up then as well, not? " His smile turned into a smirk. And Ror could not help but smirk with him.
The Visitor
Someone shook Ror awake. He had fallen asleep in the library, despite the weather outside. Now there was a tripower guard standing next to him. "Huhn? " uttered Ror as he was dragged back into the real world from his dreams, "Sir, please wake up, sir? " Ror grumbled, "Yes, yes, I am awake. " He rubbed his eyes while the book he had been reading slided to the floor. "What's the matter? " "There's someone outside battering the gate, sir. For the last half hour, calling your name. " Ror sighed and got up, "Alright, alright, let's go check it out then. Any idea who it is? " he asked curiously. "No idea, sir. " Together they walked to the gatehouse and Ror soon found himself spying on the man outside. "Anyone you know, sir? " Ror shook his head, "No, nobody I - No wait! "
Had he seen that right? Yes he had!
"Open that gate! We have a guest! " he said, his face a mixture of happiness and surprise.
Had he seen that right? Yes he had!
"Open that gate! We have a guest! " he said, his face a mixture of happiness and surprise.
The Visitor
Thunder rolled across the landscape as a furious storm hit the port of Torregiano. The rain poured down on the roofs that were illuminated from time to time. Then thunder struck the jetty. Followed by a backlash of magical energies twisting their way into this world. For a short moment a portal existed. Lightning struck again, this time elsewhere, but as the light made the jetty flash up, a man was standing there. The rain drenched his cigarette and he grumbled. He picked it from between his lips with his mechanical arm and tossed it away. He started to walk through the downpour towards the city. He could see the tower that he had spied before. The location of which he knew his friend was now living. He dragged his soaked boots through the streets until he eventually stood before the gates of Tripower and looked up, the rain battering his face.
"Rooooooooooooooooor! " he yelled and he knocked on the gate, "Let me in you bastard! "
"Rooooooooooooooooor! " he yelled and he knocked on the gate, "Let me in you bastard! "
Becoming The Heart Line
(A simple cloth bound diary sits here, waiting for someone to turn the pages, to experience what it took to walk such a hard line. You turn it open and realize it's blank! Then suddenly the pages whirl and you see a date almost 15 years ago and then you are sucked inside the diary with a popping noise and in a puff of rose petals you vanish. The white book closes and none are the wiser for you being able to gaze into the past.)
Laughter, it's from a child. A young girl runs through the tall grass of her homeland toward her father. He scoops her into his arms and twirls her about and she squeals in delight. The day is warm with a gentle breeze that cools you to contentment. Following the young girl and her father you watch the fields yield to a small cottage with a large yard. Wooden constructs are scattered about the yard. There is a man walking between the wooden constructs suspended by a rope. Carefully he places one foot in front of the other until he finds the next wooden platform. This man dressed in simple cloths just like the father and daughter smiled at them and gave a short bow to which the little girl clapped.
"I'm going to do it this time!" She exclaimed and climbed up to the man who helpeder her onto the platform.
"Remember, my angel, balance flows through you naturally. Release that which weighs you down and you won't tip over one way or the other!" The father took up a position under the rope to catch the girl if needed. The girl kicked off her shoes and socks and felt inched her way to the rope. The course fibers poked at her feet with the rope pulled so tight, but she had gotten over that a while ago. She held out her hands to steady herself then took the first step. Her legs tense and the rope shakes slightly but again she steady's herself. Another step and the girl breathes in and then steps again. About halfway through, the tight line beneath her begins to shake under her wobbling legs and after some gesticulating she falls into her fathers arms.
The image shifts and you are in a crowded market, the father and man from the last are suspended from buildings by the same kind of rope. They do tricks and juggle atop the rope. It's as if they're more at home walking the line than standing on the ground. The little girl looked upward with other onlookers and then suddenly the scene stops.
Laughter, it's from a child. A young girl runs through the tall grass of her homeland toward her father. He scoops her into his arms and twirls her about and she squeals in delight. The day is warm with a gentle breeze that cools you to contentment. Following the young girl and her father you watch the fields yield to a small cottage with a large yard. Wooden constructs are scattered about the yard. There is a man walking between the wooden constructs suspended by a rope. Carefully he places one foot in front of the other until he finds the next wooden platform. This man dressed in simple cloths just like the father and daughter smiled at them and gave a short bow to which the little girl clapped.
"I'm going to do it this time!" She exclaimed and climbed up to the man who helpeder her onto the platform.
"Remember, my angel, balance flows through you naturally. Release that which weighs you down and you won't tip over one way or the other!" The father took up a position under the rope to catch the girl if needed. The girl kicked off her shoes and socks and felt inched her way to the rope. The course fibers poked at her feet with the rope pulled so tight, but she had gotten over that a while ago. She held out her hands to steady herself then took the first step. Her legs tense and the rope shakes slightly but again she steady's herself. Another step and the girl breathes in and then steps again. About halfway through, the tight line beneath her begins to shake under her wobbling legs and after some gesticulating she falls into her fathers arms.
The image shifts and you are in a crowded market, the father and man from the last are suspended from buildings by the same kind of rope. They do tricks and juggle atop the rope. It's as if they're more at home walking the line than standing on the ground. The little girl looked upward with other onlookers and then suddenly the scene stops.
Vodka Tonic (Part 7)
"That's it? For the whole ship?" Vodka stared at the massive airship in front of her. It was large enough to carry her small ship and a full crew with ease.
"Lady, you get this piece of junk off my lot so I can buy 6 rentals in it's place, it's all yours." The Goblin handed her the paperwork to buy the airship and she signed it.
"I'll take it, and your guys will load what I've bought here." Vodka dropped a sack of coins in the goblins hand and he whistled for his crew to start working. They loaded the crates of parts and magical devices she had bought with Xzar. The city had crews for hire for the airships and she hired one and they got the ship ready to go back to her castle. It wasn't Xzars idea that had got her so interested in the devices, it was what could be done with that kind of power. Could it be weaved into magical flows or would it fall short of expectations?
With a gigantic groan and an ungodly noise the ship lifted off the ground. The massive anchors holding it to the ground were lifted up and she could see rust on the chains. They'd have to be replaced but not this flight. Climbing the hatch to her Hammerhead she switched on the controls and sped after the ship.
It was a long journey back to Zozo with this ship that barely moved full of cargo. Night fell and they lowered into Westbridge for fuel and supplies. With both ships stored away in the hangars, she saw a lively bar built as part of the docks. Music and laughter could be heard and she walked slowly toward the open doors that let in the breeze.
As she entered the room there were more than a few glances cast her way. There were other elves and many of the other patrons were wearing armor. It was the fangs that poked out of he lips that they stared at and some of the more twitchy patrons pawed their weapons. She called over the bartender and ordered a glass of wine. The red wine would allow her to pour in a vial of blood and enjoy the drink without more stares. Walking over to a chair in the corner, she sat casually at a table after placing her long sword against the back of the chair so it was easily reached.
It was some time before anyone came up to her beside a few drunkards looking to lay an elf. Quick insults and a show of her teeth drove these fools away. There was a cloaked stranger that asked if they could sit with her though. This man had a drink that was almost black and didn't have any weapons she could see.
"It's rare to a Lich in a crowded room with such control, but then again, you're not a normal Lich are you?" The man took her by suprise with such knowledge. He drank the beer so that his cloak barely showed his chin. "Haven't hunted your kind in a while... But we'll get to that."
Her hand cooly slid from the back of the chair to the hilt of her sword. Vodka grinned at him flashing her fangs, "And here I was worried I'd be bored and drinking alone tonight."
"Lady, you get this piece of junk off my lot so I can buy 6 rentals in it's place, it's all yours." The Goblin handed her the paperwork to buy the airship and she signed it.
"I'll take it, and your guys will load what I've bought here." Vodka dropped a sack of coins in the goblins hand and he whistled for his crew to start working. They loaded the crates of parts and magical devices she had bought with Xzar. The city had crews for hire for the airships and she hired one and they got the ship ready to go back to her castle. It wasn't Xzars idea that had got her so interested in the devices, it was what could be done with that kind of power. Could it be weaved into magical flows or would it fall short of expectations?
With a gigantic groan and an ungodly noise the ship lifted off the ground. The massive anchors holding it to the ground were lifted up and she could see rust on the chains. They'd have to be replaced but not this flight. Climbing the hatch to her Hammerhead she switched on the controls and sped after the ship.
It was a long journey back to Zozo with this ship that barely moved full of cargo. Night fell and they lowered into Westbridge for fuel and supplies. With both ships stored away in the hangars, she saw a lively bar built as part of the docks. Music and laughter could be heard and she walked slowly toward the open doors that let in the breeze.
As she entered the room there were more than a few glances cast her way. There were other elves and many of the other patrons were wearing armor. It was the fangs that poked out of he lips that they stared at and some of the more twitchy patrons pawed their weapons. She called over the bartender and ordered a glass of wine. The red wine would allow her to pour in a vial of blood and enjoy the drink without more stares. Walking over to a chair in the corner, she sat casually at a table after placing her long sword against the back of the chair so it was easily reached.
It was some time before anyone came up to her beside a few drunkards looking to lay an elf. Quick insults and a show of her teeth drove these fools away. There was a cloaked stranger that asked if they could sit with her though. This man had a drink that was almost black and didn't have any weapons she could see.
"It's rare to a Lich in a crowded room with such control, but then again, you're not a normal Lich are you?" The man took her by suprise with such knowledge. He drank the beer so that his cloak barely showed his chin. "Haven't hunted your kind in a while... But we'll get to that."
Her hand cooly slid from the back of the chair to the hilt of her sword. Vodka grinned at him flashing her fangs, "And here I was worried I'd be bored and drinking alone tonight."
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