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Altair_Kiasco “Again!” The Pathfinder Captain shouted out, encouraging his sparring partner to once again engage. The younger man hesitating briefly, eyeballing his Captain, and the various bruises that marked Altair’s visible flesh, before closing the field, wooden blade at the ready. This was not the first training session that the Captain had participated in today, the man wanting to get a feel for how his body was healing after the various trauma’s he’d endured the last several weeks. The results had been mixed, so far. He was not aged to the point of being decrepit, but neither was he the spry springtime youth of yore. Falling somewhere in between the two. Of course, the man was far more well versed in swordplay than most of his contemporaries, so the issues wouldn’t be obvious to any except those <c>

Altair_Kiasco who knew him well. He could feel it though, as clear as day. Each time he crossed blades with his opponent, he could feel his bones rattle a little rougher than before. The strength, and the speed of youth forcing him to dance across the field, choose his moments more wisely than he’d needed to in the past. It was the experience of life, and the wisdom of age that allowed the Captain to defeat most of his opponents thus far. Against an opponent of similar talents, the edge he possessed grew slimmer by the moment. His body ached, as he pushed against the younger man’s blade, forcing the man to release, and leap back before the snow underfoot claimed his balance. The Captain’s opponent considered his options. <c>

Altair_Kiasco Watching the older man breathing deep, obviously worn from the efforts of this, and previous duels. Deciding it was his chance, the young man charged forward, intending to bull the Captain over with his superior strength, and speed. A movement the patient wanderer had been waiting for, his blade lifting from it’s rested, pointed position at the ground. The solid ‘clack’ of wood on wood, as the Captain knocked his opponent’s blade into the air. Pivoting to the side at the same moment, a movement he’d engaged in a thousand times before. This time however, he was the one to fall prey to the snow beneath his feet. So supremely sure of his movements, he wasn’t used to being caught off balance <C>

Altair_Kiasco and was unable to right himself, before falling to the ground, landing on his back. A pained groan escaping from him at the impact, and by the time he opened his eyes, he was looking down the wooden blade of his opponent. “Alright! I yield!” He sighed in frustration, as he admitted defeat. The men watching seemed jubilant at this fact, in fact it was the first time their Captain had ever been defeated in a formal sparring match, and the man certainly offered them often enough. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your heads.” The aged wanderer muttered, as he accepted an offered hand to come back to his feet. “You did a good job, Wulf. Now the men’ll have to take their turn to try and trounce you. Enjoy.” <c>

Altair_Kiasco The Captain’s laughter echoed through the outdoor surroundings of their training area, as he moved to place the practice blade back on the rack. Amused at the stunned look on his opponent’s face, as he ducked out of the ring, and circled around the barracks. He didn’t want to go back inside just yet. Despite his good humour, he was annoyed with himself. Annoyed that such a sloppy movement cost him the match, annoyed that he would even make such a basic mistake. With the problems in the sewer, and the expected assault of this Dead King, he was expected to be able to perform up to par. Yet how could he? His two general’s were a seemingly immortal, conniving, and powerful drow. While the other was some kind of monstrous legend on the <C>

Altair_Kiasco battlefield. Some of his own men were either oddities of race, or possessed supernatural powers that dwarfed his own abilities. Perhaps the man he could relate closest to was Alaire, the commander of the guard. Yet something seemed not quite human about that man either. Strangely un-aging, throughout the years they’d served together. Maybe the man simply aged well, who knew. Then there were the Bjarni, but considering he’d never heard of an old Bjarni it was fairly obvious what happened to them all, sooner rather than later. Sooner or later he was going to have to admit, that he wouldn’t be able to keep this up. <c>

Altair_Kiasco Then what? He would retire? Die gloriously in battle? Neither option appealed to him, and so for now he simply continued to drift through the city, lost in his own thoughts. <D>

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Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : .:{ When the officer obtained a runner to take her to Johnathan's office, she simpered to the man before following the guard that led the way. Once her back was turned to the initial guard, the woman had rolled her peridot eyes and her face had become a veritable look of contempt. She watched with a predatory gaze as the runner showed her the way through the halls, and any time he had glanced back at her to ensure she was keeping up, her eyes narrowed, casting daggers in his direction. Having been introduced as the Sun Contessa, the woman couldn't allow for weakness or wonderment to slip through, and as such, every muscle twitch, every breath, was all by design. In good enough time, the pair reached Johnathan's door, and the woman was forced to hear her name butchered. She offered no indication that his misspoken words would be forgiven, or even any reassurance that most people managed to slaughter her legacy with a single sentence. Instead, the woman stood, resolute, glaring at the >>

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CεLεsτ : Celest had had a fitful day of rest, sheets balled up and wrinkled in places she had thrashed. She had the dream again. It had been years since she had last thought or dreamt of it, but there the memory was, clear as ever in her mind. Things were distorted though, parts of the past changed and altered in ways they hadn’t actually happened. Such as the face. The face was the last thing she saw before startling awake. Soul-less, reddening eyes; cold hands squeezing [c]

CεLεsτ : around her throat. Fear she had not felt since being a mortal. The feeling un-nerved her and soon as the last of the dream fell from her, and reality hit, she was out of her room and into the city. Why had she dreamt that again? It has been so long. Perhaps it had been her conversation yesterday, the gazing at sweets she no longer remembered the taste of. Perhaps it was the city. More alive than most places she had [c]

CεLεsτ : been lately, and pleasantly so. Save for the murmur of the sewer monster, the city of Immortalis seemed happy as a whole. A well working machine with all the necessities. Somehow though, she still felt at odds and restless. She had had no real purpose in coming here and now that she was here, she didn’t know what to do. [d]

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Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : back of the man's head while she waited for him to get out of the way. Beyond him, she spied pieces of Johnathan's belongings, and his hand rested on his desk. Only when the runner stepped side for her, did Nadira step forward, glancing over her shoulder for the man to close the door. "Move along," she bade the poor man with a dismissive waggle of the fingers on her left hand, for now, leaving poor Johnathan's greeting hanging in the air. Once the door was closed, she turned to him, taking another moment to survey the room and the lieutenant within. He looked tired and worn, and a piece of her ached to comfort him. "I'm doing better than you and your men," Nadira advised imperiously before coming to sit in the chair across from his desk. With interest, her eyes swept over the papers in place, piecing together the maps, "But if this Dead King situation isn't handled soon, my people will be extinct." Leaning back in her chair, she settled her long, lacquered nails on the arms and >>

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Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : surveyed the man in front of her. "What's being done about the sewers?" Perhaps it wasn't surprising that she didn't spend time catching up, though if he knew her innermost thoughts, it'd be easy to see why; it was too difficult. }:.

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Crixus : Patrols had been done for the day and the man couldn't have been happier well maybe if a city wide riot broke out during said patrol but that was just him, walking through the city streets while he did cloaked in a much large bar fur then he was some of it dragging behind him. Crixus had studied pictures of several important people as they liked to say though he had yet to actually meet any in a official setting.<C>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : -=- It was difficult for them to be alone these days, since her announced marriage. Not for the sense that finding time was an issue; certainly, both of them could -make- the time, but to what end? The Emperor had decreed she was to be married into the Deathstalker family, despite their own personal feelings and, in the end, both of them knew where their duties lay and their personal feelings were forced to take a back seat to duty. That was why they rarely met and when <c>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : they did, they stuck to business. Granted, Nadira was better at it than Johnathan but after her words shaming him, he'd resolved to do his best to keep it at a professional level. So, despite feeling (and looking) like shit at the moment, Johnathan pulled himself together enough to keep the smile on his face. "Direct and to the point," he said at last. "But as far as this Dead King situation goes? Well, my request for leave was submitted to the Commander, but he's not <c>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : responded yet, largely because my duties keep me here. To that end, my handling of the situation, unfortunately, is limited to what occurs within the walls of the city." Here, though, he fetched a sigh and the smile slipped away. "Old Town is under martial law, which, as far as I know, has prevented any new snatchings. The major exits and entrances to the sewers are chock full of Guardsmen and weapons and the Aegis Warden will be coming to lend a hand soon. Hell, we've <c>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : even hired on a mercenary band with orcish supporting troops. If anything, I foresee a second assault in the coming days. This very week, if I had my say on it, but it's also in the Captain's hands, now. How have you been, Nadira?" <e>

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Crixus : Having received his weekly payment for service to the empire the man walked around nearly stone cold sober which was a real problem for this man Crixus didn't enjoy being sober or clean for that matter, as evidence of his dirty hair of mud and feathers among a few bugs that probably lived in his hair, face was rather dirty too with a few clean spots from falling snow. Staring out he spotted Altair he had heard stories from his fellow Warriors of this man and his own captain

Crixus : Chuckling lightly before marching straight toward Altair wondering just how much he could get this man to drink seeing how he was fond of their little captain so he would stop in front of him before looking him up and down"You Altay????" asking before giving a smirk of a wild man <E>

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Altair_Kiasco It was moments like these, where he perhaps felt most alone. Who could he turn to with these thoughts? Malhin? No, it had been far too long since they’d seen each other, and even if he could approach her he could already hear her voice ringing out in his ears. ‘Just get over it’. Words she’d offered him before, in another time, and another place. Those words had infuriated him then, and he was sure that they would do the same now. Garrick? As close as they claimed to be, he was unsure the man would understand his thoughts. At times, the LeMorte man seemed a mystery. A vampire who seemed to indulge in none of the vampiric ways, and yet one day he’d suddenly decided to create his own spawn. <c>

Altair_Kiasco What was perhaps among the most personal, intimate thing he could imagine a creature such as himself doing. Garrick had apologized, for calling upon his assistance with Livia, and yet it still felt awkward with him. The woman’s mind had taken an odd turn upon her transformation. Had fixated upon him in a way he couldn’t comprehend, and yes, if he was telling the truth it had frightened him a bit. Coupled with the fact that he’d come close to death that night, he felt a wave of discomfort every time he thought of visiting that manor. The last he had, it seemed the woman’s family had taken a dislike of him. Uncomfortable thoughts, that he decided he’d rather not visit for now <c>

Altair_Kiasco Rather than dwell in the miasma of his own thoughts, he attempted to pull himself back to the present. Those dark eyes scanning the area curiously, as he attempted to gain his bearings. The first thought was that he’d somehow found himself near the Purple Pig, a rather odd event, as it wasn’t his typical drinking establishment. The second was that he could have sworn he’d seen a familiar looking cloak, and toss of red hair, though he could have been imagining that. Seemed like since their chance encounter in old town, he was seeing the woman every time he turned around. Still, he was curious, and so he attempted to call out to her. “Cele—” He was cut off in that shout, as some strange man stepped in front of him. <c>

Altair_Kiasco Obsidian eyes turned down towards the smaller man, narrowing just slightly at the oddly intimate use of his name. Altsy? Who the fuck ever called him that? “If It’s Altair you’re looking for, then yeah.” A pause, eyes scanning the man up and down. He had that undeniable look of a Bjarni, yet one he didn’t recognize? Another Warrior of the Axe? He could remember Malhin telling him, once upon a time, how tribute was made of the Bjarni tribe to the Empire. “How can I help you…?” An invitation, for a name. An explanation on how the stranger recognized him, would also be nice. <D>

Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : .:{ When Johnathan declared she was direct and to the point, all she could offer was the slightest of shrugs, as if to ask what else he expected. An evening of wine? Intimacy after a battle? Stealing away into an alley? As tempting as it all might have been, Nadira recognized it could only get them into trouble, and while Johnathan was honorable, she believed wholeheartedly that if she slipped up, so too would he, and they'd both be damned. "I may sent my right hand ahead," Nadira confided when he shared that he'd been unable to get the requested leave, "I cannot oversee an army from here." But Pomona would act accordingly, be a general she could trust. What the Sun Contessa wouldn't give for the ability to go home and see the fight through herself. "When your assault on the sewers is done, do you foresee the Commander letting you go?" If not, she would see to pressuring him from her vantage point as a religious leader. Maybe, if worst came to worst, she'd see just how far she could >>

Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : push her betrothed status to work for her. Johnathan asked how she was, and her hands raised slightly off the arms of the chair, palms turning skywards. "My chains are still present, invisible though they may be. The Emperor makes every attempt to embarrass me and remind me of the power he holds over my life and my people. But I have marble floors - isn't that the dream?" The woman's peridot eyes rolled contemptuously. "Yourself, Johnathan? When is the assault? Might I wet my blade on the bastards with you?" }:.

CεLεsτ : The snow was still falling and although it was light, it was cold, causing the snow to stick and pile in large heaps. Probably potential fun for a kid, or a human even with a playful heart. For Celest it was just a slight annoyance and she had to watch her posture even more to be sure she didnt risk slipping on a patch of ice. Around her, people huddled and hurriedly entered the Purple Pig she had just left in an effort to get out of the cold. [c]

CεLεsτ : The fire had been blazing when she left, a group of men already around the pit with their mugs of ale. The outside seemed less jolly and more quiet save for the wind and.. was that her name she heard? Well, she had a keen sense.. of course it was her name she heard. But the voice had become so familiar she was a bit surprised to hear it once more. It was as if he was becoming her one and only companion here, not that she minded. Near him, a man the source of [c]

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CεLεsτ : his distraction was approaching and by Altairs body language she could tell he didnt know the man. Instinctively, she became leery, and moved to his side quickly. Oh. The man before him was foul. Celest could hardly hide her disgust and so she didnt try, but instead stared at the man pointedly. [d]

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Crixus : Looking at Altair with a wild man's grin before punching him in his good arm not that he knew which one that was "Me Crixus" Yesh he was one of the latest tributes to the empire so there he stood before looking at the pale women who came up to stand next to Altair like she was his personal defense against the Bjarni warrior Crixus was rather simple with his broken English he didn't really try to talk in long sentences but rather just short and to the point if one could <C>

LiviaDarkthar She had chose to stay home at the estate. Even though she had been told to get out and stop moping. She wasn't moping. She just saw no point in mingling out in the realm with people. There was just no point in any of it anymore. She just was. She was till able to work from the estate. Not having to go to the breeding pins. Letting the rest of the family taking care of the Dragons, Fire mares, and the other things that they breed and took care of. She would tend to the Hell hounds and other things of the darker nature. Also she could do the paper work and keep the books on track. Making sure that everything that was bought and or sold from the estate was accounted for. -c-

Crixus : What he was saying before huffing slightly"Pictures study"He would nod again before looking back to the Women Celest who clearly already didn't like him though he knew it was a taste when it came to hanging with the Bjarni, it wasn't like high society and their fancy wine by any means more like the complete opposite in truth well for him it was. Pointing at the purple pig before grinning"Bet?"He asked slowly<C>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : -=- Perhaps unsurprisingly, Johnathan feared in turn that if he slipped, she would as well; an equally-damned couple that were forced into the most terrible of circumstances by virtue of pride and the positions they held and the respect they had for their duties. It always came back to duty, in the end. "No, you certainly cannot lead an army from here," Johnathan agreed, "But Pomona would make an excellent choice in your stead." As often as Nadira had spoken of the <c>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : woman, Johnathan, for all the fact that he'd not seen her in a very, very long time, would not doubt her ability. "Yet, even so, marble floors and gilded chains are often better than straw-covered stone awaiting the executioner's axe." Nadira was, after all, more of a prisoner than Johnathan would ever be; at least he could leave the city if he wished to do so. "I have yet to review these mercenary troops in person, there is that to be done. I await only word from the <c>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : Aegis Warden and their representative. After that? Hell, I'd go down tomorrow. But again, with Captain Machiavelli returned, the operation falls back under her control. I'm just a cog in the machine again. But if the Commander and the Captain of the Guard, along with the Captain of the Pathfinders is going to come down and fight, who am I to deny future royalty? Of course you may come, Nadira, though as much as I'd like to guarantee your safety... well, there's only so <c>

Crixus : Looking to teh lady he'd hold his hand out slowly doubting she would even touch him wif she wantedd to and even then she still probably wouldn't before looking back at Altair<E>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : much I can do." An unfortunate truth, but in the heat of battle, he might not be able to keep an extra eye on her, not that she needed it, though. "As to whether or not Alaire grants me leave?" Chuckling, Johnathan leaned back in his chair, heaving a sigh and shrugging. "What would the point even be, Nadira? The last time I went to Qasr el-Shams, I'd brought an army of irregulars. I don't even have that much pull anymore. One man is not going to stem a tide, and your <c>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : tactical hopes are better placed in Pomona's ability than in what limited items I bring to any fight these days." Less than the man he'd once been, unfortunately, in a number of ways. <e>

LiviaDarkthar The farm as it were, or what they called it was all in order. The food that was used to feed them, the animals, as well as what was sold all had to be kept track of. It was a meaningless non ending task. But it gave her something to do. But after many hours of Shadows and house members urging her to get out and see people. Even though there was no one about that she wanted to see. Nev, Brynja and Rhyn were not about. So she had no one to go and call on. And she would not bother her sire. For her had done enough for her. -c-

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LiviaDarkthar But Emile had chosen her an outfit, and had even made a face to make her feel guilty. You know how hard it is for a Doll that doesn't speak to do that? Finally giving in she would get dressed for the night. She would start to wonder if Emile thought she was a doll herself. Putting her in a dark blue dress that was fitted and synched around her waste. " You know if I could breath I would think this would be hard to do." Her accent had come back as well since all of it had ended. Once more sounding like a mixture of Celtic and Norse. -c-

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Altair_Kiasco With the sudden distraction that was Crixus, he’d lost track of Celest. Of course, considering he was dealing with a Bjarni, chances were he wouldn’t be able to split his focus in the first place. That sudden fist flying at him, connecting with what was thankfully his good arm, brought a pained grunt out of him. Despite Crixcus holding back, the man was still a Bjarni, and he’d yet to meet one who couldn’t put him through a wall if they so chose to do it. “Nice to meet you, Crixus.” Inwardly, he sighed as he kept his attention on the smaller man. Meeting a Bjarni was a lot like crossing a black cat, just instead of a dose of bad luck, he’d likely end up with a blistering hangover. He knew what the man was expecting though, and with an amused roll of his eyes, his left arm shot out to punch Crixus across the shoulder, offering the man a friendly grin. It was only when he pulled back from the contact, did he notice that Celest <C>

Altair_Kiasco had managed to sneak up on him, and end up standing beside him. That grin of his turned rather sheepish for a moment, as he’d need to be blind to see the woman’s reaction to Crixus. Almost everything he’d seen from Celest so far screamed that she was a proper lady, he couldn’t imagine that she was enjoying the close proximity to the young Bjarni warrior. Of course, even his nose was wrinkling a little bit. Had Malhin always smelled this bad too? Or was this just Crixus’ own particular talent? “Oh, you’re gonna wish you weren’t here.” He was speaking of course to Celest. There was only one thing that happened when a Bjarni came around, and true to form Crixus spoke that dreaded word just a moment later. “Pfft. Last time I made a bet with a Bjarni, your Captain took my jacket.” Oh he was still sore about that, it was easy to tell just in how he was speaking of the event. <c>

Altair_Kiasco His arms crossed over his chest, as he continued to stare down at the Bjarni warrior. Though every now and again, he caught himself stealing a look at Celest. He couldn’t imagine she wanted to subject herself to the rigours of dealing with a Bjarni, but he was also worried about her. She’d not discussed her meeting the night before, and ever since their first night she’d made no other attempt on him. Which had him wondering, in the crassest of terms, if she’d found a meal? It was a strange thing to worry about, but there it was. It wasn’t as if he could help anyways, not without…And at that thought, his hand moved to massage the side of his neck, where those bite marks lay. They ached every time he thought about something like that, a psychosomatic event, more than likely. <D>

LiviaDarkthar She had started to feel like her old self again. The one before the unwanted warrior had started to haunt her life. The Dolls would put small braids in her hair. Some under the bottom so they would hang low down her spine. Others down the sine of her head, above her ears. Placing little silver trinkets and jewels in it. Emile would clap her hands, jumping up and down as if she had done something right. Rolling her eyes as she would stand. Blinky coming up behind her, placing a hooded cloak on her shoulders. " Thank you old friend. You are always here when I need you aren't you."-c-

LiviaDarkthar Pulling the hood of the cloak over her head. Her and the Wraith would leave the estate and head towards the purple pig. For lack of anything else to do.-d-

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CεLεsτ : Celest openly recoiled from the mans hand, eyes looking at him as if to say 'are you crazy?' The man not only reeked, but he was dirty, and a simple speaker at that. She was almost sure she could hear the bugs crawling around in his hair. "You should bet him," she said, casting a side long glance at Altair "Ensure he loses, and make a deal he must bathe if he does." she finished. It was a serious idea, and reasonable to her, although it probably lacked [c]

Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : .:{ Nadira folded her hands in her lap now, nodding as the conversation moved to Pomona. "She would make an excellent general for me," the woman concluded, though she wasn't sure if she could bear to send Pomona away. Still, so much of their lives had been serving their duties, and even The Fang would likely do anything it took to keep their people safe. Johnathan's mention of the straw covered cell was met with a sneer, "At least a prison cell is honest." Certainly, she was afforded the ability to peruse the city as she saw fit, but it did little good, for the only place Nadira wanted to go was home. "The Aegis Warden are your shamans, yes? Mages?" They were called something different here, and she had made a face with the momentary lapse in knowledge." Mercenaries could either be a blessing or a curse, and it all depended on how they functioned. If they had a corrupt leader, Johnathan might end up with a bigger mess on his hands than what he started with, though she firmly believed >>

CεLεsτ : a value for Altair. Silently, Celest watched as they exchanged punches and then nodded at Altair slightly. It was clear they had business to do, even if it were just now due to Altair felt he had to out of politeness. Celest, however, would likely be bored and out of place in the conversation. "Dont get too close to him," she smirked, and turned to leave. [d]

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Crixus : Looking at Clest when she mentioned bathing with the strangest of looks like she was fucking insane but he wouldn't back down so he would nod his head"Take that" Before looking to Altair in truth he wouldn't lose this bet so he smirked bathing was not a option so lips curled quickly into a smile.Feeling the punch to his shoulder"Puny" He whispered into teh arm before throwing his arm around Altair with a smile.<C>

Altair_Kiasco : Somebody help me, I'm being kidnapped by a Bjarni )

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Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : Johnathan was smart enough to be keenly aware of this fact. "I don't need my safety guaranteed," Nadira had responded after a moment, "And it's as close as I can get to fighting the Dead King myself. I wouldn't see it any other way." Besides, if she was lucky, one of the blighters would end her life and then she wouldn't have to worry about being forced into marriage, unwillingly bearing someone's child, or being a detriment to her people. One of her cousins would take the Sun throne, and life in the Tenoch Desert would go on. Johnathan's query to the point of his presence outside the Qasr el-Shams was met with a roll of her eyes. "The point is I trust you. I can't go with Pomona to protect her, but you can. You can fight with her to close the portal as you and I fought to close it. Just don't go into it this time." Nadira gave the man a withering look, but had simultaneously leaned forwards, resting her hands palms up on his maps. Sincerity and anguish brought her brows close >>

Altair_Kiasco : I have been betrayed, and know that vengeance shall be mine. *goes to get his tea* )

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : mwa hahahah *Waves to Altay*if it isn't vampires its Bjarni))

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Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : together and twisted her lips into a frown while her eyes rested on his. "Don't go back in, Johnathan. I have so little left..." Her gaze fell away to her palms, and she pressed her lips into a firm line. They didn't belong to one another - she couldn't truly ask him to do as she wished - but Nadira knew it in her heart that even though he'd come back, she could not bear losing him anymore than she could bear losing Pomona. }:.

GolɖєɳϫJɑckɑl : Another Jackal? -bites his leg- trololo jk welcome, jackals are awesome 😎 ]

Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : =bites!- ))

J`raal Kandar : Welcome!][

Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : Jesus H, no, he's a vampire. RUN, POMONA ))

Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : But legit, welcome. ))

GolɖєɳϫJɑckɑl : Oh. -gone- ]

CεLεsτ : muaha. ]

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : lol)

CεLεsτ : -summons them all- ]

Crixus : Looking over at the women who seemed to vanish before he could say anything to her not that she liked him even if she was kinda cute in her own right but none the less he was pulling Altair toward the Purple Pig "Drinks on you right?"IT was his first complete sentence that wasn't completely broken<E>

J`raal Kandar : Jesus, I got my work cut out for me with all these vamps lol.][

GolɖєɳϫJɑckɑl : I'm just a harmless pupper, don't mind me, toothy >_> ]

Altair_Kiasco : Pfft, they're mostly harmless J )

CεLεsτ : -clicks her teeth- ]

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Fuck me more vampires*Sighs*))

Owen_Daxus : -kidnaps all the vamps. Makes drugs-))

Sнαuɢнnєssy : lmao they're joking btw, all meta character sighing 😋 ))

LiviaDarkthar : No kidnapping)

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Yesh Welcome Kazim))

LiviaDarkthar : welcome Kazim)

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Owen kidnapping the High Justicar might be a bad idea))

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Just saying))

LiviaDarkthar : That doesn't help me Garrick lol)

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : Thank you all)

LiviaDarkthar : I am about to walk into the bar the Purple pig if you would like to join in rp Kaz)

Owen_Daxus : Well, I'm not gonna snag those in Imperial employ. Hell, only need a dozen vamps or so lol))

Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : Alright, alright. Vampires are spoopy. Let's get IC though. ))

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : *Kicks everyone bic*))

-Johnathan_Daxus- : -=- "A prison cell may be honest, but, come now. Gilded chains for a short time, then the only price you truly have to pay is to lie with another man. In exchange? You get a name that shakes the earth and a part of the power inherent with it. You can do good for your people, Nadira. Maybe more than you could do for them as simply the Sun Contessa." No, Johnathan didn't want to see her married off, but perhaps he could at least verbally ease the sting of what was <c>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : happening to her, against her will. "Aye, the Aegis Warden are spellcasters. Mages. Hell, some of them may even -be- shamans. I couldn't tell you. I've never had many dealings with them, but their reputation is impressive enough in its own right, I suppose." The mercenaries, though? Well, that all depended on how many this Jadewyn was bringing. Granted, orcs were tough by reputation and right; if Jadewyn brought more than a hundred, Johnathan might be tempted to be <c>

LiviaDarkthar Her life was a solitude one even before her turning. Now even more so. But yet her feet knew the direction to take. The Purple Pig had once been her home away from home. Now it was something from a dream that she could hardly remember. Like trying to grasp on to some detail that she had forgotten over time. Not the most welcome of feelings. But it was one that she found had a great deal of impact on her life. Lorna and others were finding that they had to remind her of things and places that have happened to her. That she did not remember at all. It was like hearing a story about someone else's life.-c-

-Johnathan_Daxus- : concerned, but anything short of thousands wasn't likely to make much headway against the numbers of Guard that Johnathan alone could muster. Still, Jadewyn had seemed decent enough on the first meeting, but Johnathan wasn't about to simply tip his cap and hand her the keys to the city. "You don't want to face him," Johnathan said sharply when she spoke on how close she could get to fighting him. "You don't want to be within a thousand miles of him, Nadira, and, Sophia <c>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : help me, if I had to tie you down and carry you away myself I would do it." From that regard, Johnathan spoke true. He'd faced down some nasty bastards in his day, but the Dead King was a force beyond all. He'd been so stupid to go through that portal the first time. When she spoke of him fighting alongside Pomona, Johnathan's laugh was bitter. "Nadira, did I ever tell you I can hardly fight with a sword anymore? Hell, most of the time, my old sword guided my hand. I <c>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : can use a staff, true, and the few bits and trinkets I have, but I'm less of a trained fighter than I am a lucky amateur. With my luck, I'd accidentally stab Pomona in the back! Ah, hell. I never could say no to you. If my leave is granted, I'll go with her. But anything more than that?" When would it end? how would it even end? "I've heard rumors from the Captain that the portal might be opened again. She said a local told her, but no more. Even if it were re-opened, <c>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : and even if we did manage to shut it down, then what? The Dead King is still out there. Gods above only know what he's doing. You really think closing a portal down will do that much?" Johnathan couldn't bear to see the look in her eyes, the words unspoken and feeling unrealized. He looked away, down, anywhere but at her for a long moment. <e>

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Altair_Kiasco : Wow you guys were right, that is an awful lot of sexual tension =P )

Altair_Kiasco : Want a knife? )

LiviaDarkthar so when she got to the purple pig, it would cause her to pause. Reaching out with a slender pale hand, running it over the smooth carved wood. Feeling each and every nitch made by the one that had carved it. Applying pressure to push it open, It would almost fly back. It would have mind you if Blinky had not reached out and grabbed it. Trying to make it seem less odd for his mistress to be out and about.-c-

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : The figure moved through the marketplace, its movements carrying the same rhythm and timing as those around it, blending into the scene with the ease of one who has passed through the ages, a cipher that left behind only that which was intended to be found. The figure was enfolded in clothing of a decidedly eastern flavor, a mixture of silk and wool that did not hinder movement and made not even a rustle as it passed. Therewas much that was new in this city, but, =c=

Altair_Kiasco Shook his head from side to side, laughing as Celest voiced her idea. The poor woman probably felt more out of place in this moment, than at any point of time since arriving in Immortalis. If he could have warned her about the Bjarni he would have, but they tended to defy explanation. Of course he wouldn’t enforce such a bet on Crixus, but before he could object, the warrior accepted the terms. “Well I guess Celest is speaking for me, in this instance. It’ll probably do you some good, to be honest.” His elbow shot out, nudging the Bjarni warrior in the ribs gently, as the man’s arm settled about his shoulder. A brief look towards Celest proved she was no help, she couldn’t look any more eager to get away if the entire building was on fire. <c>

Altair_Kiasco “I’m hoping I’ll see you later tonight?” He shouted out after her, as she turned to walk off, while he was simultaneously dragged back into the Pig. It was the first time he’d expressed interest in seeing her again, their scant few nights so far had ended with him escorting her to the Inn, with no further mention of meeting again. Leaving it up to fate, as it were. For now though, he had something else to focus on. Bjarni tended to require the bulk of your attention, lest they eat you alive. It was with a long suffering sigh, that he allowed Crixus to finish dragging him into the Purple Pig. “Sure, drinks are on me.” The reply, came with a laugh. Of course the challenge was drinking. This was bringing back memories of his time together with Malhin. Hopefully Crixus was slightly more merciful, when it came to these types of challenges. <d>

LiviaDarkthar Tentively she would take a step in. Instantly being greeted with sights, smells and sounds, and even places. That sound be comforting but it was not. Willing her self to enter, there a was a little bit of a pause from all of those in the place. Was it because last many had heard she was still healing from being hurt at the ball. Or was it because she had entered with a 7 foot plus tall Wraith at her side. You would think by now that they would have gotten used to Blinky. There was a fight in the pig. " OH BLOODY HELL LET ALTAIR GO. I WILL BUY YOU ALL A ROUND OR TWO IF YOU WILL BLOODY WELL STOP IT." -d-

Altair_Kiasco : Welp, I see my name. *goes to look* )

Bєrηα∂єттє∵Pαrkєr : I see all caps -ducks- lmao ))

Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : .:{ Nadira and her people just wanted to be left alone, to live the way they had for thousands of years, before the reign of the tyrant. The Emperor hadn't made many changes to their daily lifestyles, but the taxes he had imposed were heavy, and for a culture that often bartered, they were crippling. Food was taken instead of coin, and their people were going hungry. The tax relief that came with her agreeing to marry one of his descendants was a step in the right direction, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't the same as being left alone. Nadira was so emotionally exhausted that it sapped her will to even talk, but who did she share that with? She was supposed to be the descendant of a sun god, supposed to light the way for a lost people, and now, here she was, acting as an eclipse instead. She had nothing to say in regards to his shiny outlook, only able to stare at him, disenchanted. The Aegis Warden was a more interesting conversation, and one that didn't make her feel like throwing >>

Altair_Kiasco : Alright. Wanna figure out a quick post order. Kazim, you joining at the pig? )

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : there were also traditions that were held as sacred, to provide a seeming stability for those who had shed their mortality. He had breathed his last over five centuries past, a transition that had taken one who was already a moderately skilled warrior and turned him into an assassin whose reputation had grown steadily over the years. He was not known so much for the number of confirmed kills, but the mystery of which kills had been his and which had been natural =c=

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : causes. =f=

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : I'll join next round.)

Crixus : brb))

LiviaDarkthar : Order is on you then Alt)

Altair_Kiasco : Okay. Crix, Me, then Liv. )

Altair_Kiasco : and Kaz when he leaps in. )

Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : herself out a castle window. They were probably one of the mages who put that infernal seal on her chest that prevented her from going outside the castle walls, "Maybe I should pay them a visit." Nadira's expression was thoughtful, her gaze turning towards the window of the office. Maybe, if she could befriend one of them, they might remove the seal. As a magic user though, Nadira's visit could easily be explained away by interest alone. Talk turned to the Dead King, and the woman's lip curled up in a defiant sneer when Johnathan told her she didn't want to face him. It wasn't some odd death wish, but a terrible retribution that brewed in her chest that made her want to try her blade at him. Not once, but twice, he was invading -her- lands, and she had been powerless to stop it. "You would have to kill me first," was her determined response to his threat of dragging her away. Mention of his ability with the blade saw the woman snort with disbelief, "You can't fight with a sword and >>

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LiviaDarkthar : wb Baily)

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LiviaDarkthar : yw)

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Selena : bone lady! <3 <3)

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Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : you have men with swords report to you?" Even Nadira hadn't been simple enough in her lofty position to refrain from taking up a blade. "Should I teach you?" The Contessa's plan was washed away like sugar in water with Johnathan's response, and the woman couldn't help but slap his desk. "What choice do I have but to keep closing the portal, Johnathan!? How else do I protect my people from becoming extinct?!" Tears stung her eyes with the hopelessness of it all, and the rage that swelled in her chest threatened to choke her. The woman stood so abruptly that her chair threatened to tip over, and she began to pace the office. She had no tricks up her sleeves, and nothing she had tried to date released her from the sigil engraved into her flesh. Perhaps coming to see him had been a mistake. As good as it had been to see his face, Nadira only felt more at odds for the visit. "I should go," she finally said, turning for the door. }:.

LiviaDarkthar : WH)

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Crixus : ok goes to read now))

Altair_Kiasco : Oh, bone lady. Do me a favour and save me from a bjarni drinking contest? That's within your voodoo power right? )

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🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : Immortalis was a city that she had not stepped into in a long time. She had usually found small villages to go into to get supplies so she didn't have to worry about going into the city, but once a year, or so, she traveled to the large city, would stay for a few days and disappear into the country to the little cabin she lived in on the side of a mountain. The snow that piled up in streets did not bother the woman. Dressed in a deer skins with a long black coat over it, she had a>

Crixus : Crixus looked around the Purple pig with a wide smile"Bottles of whiskey tender"He order another sentence that was crixus's normal broken statements "On Altay here"Patting Altair on the chest before punching some random patron in teh jaw just as Livia spoke of letting Altair go"No new drinking buddy"Tightening his grip on Altairs neck as the random man fell down"Weakling"<C>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : -=- Johnathan didn't want her to get married. She -had- to know that, from the very fact that he'd challenged the Emperor on it, not once but twice. He'd been working his way up to a third time when Nadira had shut him down and he hadn't tried again. Granted, even with the picture he'd just painted, the result was bleak for her and hardly anything she wanted. One supposed she could spend the years of her marriage descending into alcoholism and opium, perhaps ending up <c>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : dropping whatever child was sired upon her on its head. Or perhaps there was yet a way for her to be free. If there was, Johnathan couldn't see it yet. "It couldn't hurt," he said in a neutral tone, considering the way she was trapped here. "Though personally, if it's for the reason I think you might want to befriend one, perhaps best to pick a junior member rather than a senior one, eh? At least close to Johnathan, the magical seal did not function and for now, she was <c>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : truly free, or as free as she could be within three feet of him. "We faced down his underling, Nadira," he said quietly as she spoke of the Dead King again. "How many died, there? Akshandaska was a fat, grotesque tub of lard who could barely move under his own power, yet even he accounted for dozens upon dozens slain. Personally. We were lucky to kill him. Lucky and I was arrogant. Arrogant to think I could go to that realm and end the threat to you and your people <c>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : alone." At her comment of swords and men reporting to him, Johnathan laughed openly. "How many years have you trained with the sword, Nadira? Now imagine that, as long as I can remember, years on years on years, I had a sword that fought -with- me, in the sense that I was an extension of the blade and it was an extension of me. I can replicate some of those things, but with this hunk of metal?" He gestured towards the Guard-issued sword before continuing. "I don't have <c>

Crixus : He grunted before tossing Altair toward a table in his brash youthful nature before sitting down himself at the table removing his bear fur wearing a rather simple set of leather armor not much besides a few dry spots of blood from various fights in taverns here and there.<C

-Johnathan_Daxus- : even half the skill I used to. It's like my godsdamned arm is missing. So, yes. I feel more comfortable with a staff." Nadira's anger and feelings of helplessness were understandable, in her place, but for once, Johnathan could give her an answer. "Far be it from me to assume, but with all the word of the Dead King getting around? I'd say there's a pretty good bet that the entire Deathstalker army may go through that portal and kick the everliving shit out of what goes <c>

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : hood on over her features, a cloth covered her mouth and nose only revealing her bright eyes as she walked through the snow with a grace that most people didn't know a woman of her age could have. Though with the way she was dressed it would be hard to tell her features. Her hands were covered with leather gloves to keep them warm, she didn't carry much on her, though on her back was a bow with a quiver. It seemed that she came from no where as she came though the gates of the city

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : >*

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : OMG)

Crixus : He would look to Altair and snap his fingers at teh chair Sit, drink have fun"<E>

-Johnathan_Daxus- : on on the other side. That's something I could almost promise you. I'm not saying we don't protect your people, Nadira. I'm just saying I can only tackle one problem at a time. First, the sewers. Then, the desert. From there? We'll see what happens. But one way or another, I do intend to get my sword back." As Nadira stood to leave, Johnathan stood as well. "Don't be a stranger. It is always good to see you." A quiet goodbye. <e>

Altair_Kiasco An amused chuckle escaped from him, even as Crixus dragged him into the Tavern. Since the man had a fair hold on his neck, the Pathfinder Captain decided to give him a few kidney shots for his trouble. You couldn’t get away from a Bjarni without drinking, and violence occurring, so why not just lean into it rather than try to avoid it? “Pfft, gonna need more than Whiskey.” He spoke, as he watched Crixus knock a random bar straggler to the ground in a single punch. Whistling at the sight of it. Fucking Bjarni, stronger than they had a right to be, that was most assuredly always the case. “Liv?” He heard her shouting, and it caught his attention. Though at the same time Crixus basically threw him into a chair. Tumbling down into the chair, as he attempted to keep his balance. <c>

Altair_Kiasco “Come to join us in a bit of fun there, Liv?” He asked, as he knocked a closed fist down onto the table. “C’mon Crix! Stop tossin’ your first around, and avoiding the challenge in front of you. I got too much to do tonight, so I’m gonna kick your ass pretty quick!” Fightin’ words, among Bjarni. He hadn’t done this since his time with Malhin at the Gutted Orc. This should be…interesting, to say the least. <d>

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Νʏѕѕʌ˚ϩмѻнκє : ^_^ ]

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Crixus : No where be my captain))

Altair_Kiasco : Like fuck if you think i'm drinking with two Bjarni. )

LiviaDarkthar Seeing Altair being thrown across the room by Crixus, she would suppress a laugh. " Ye bloody fool. The way ye were acting, I thought some one was gonna kick ye arse again. I was gonna thank who ever it twas and by them a drink." Reaching up she would remove the hood from her cloak. " Nay lady I will nay like a drink. But I will sit here and watch ye get ye arse kicked. About time someone put yet in ye place." Walking around Crixus. Leaning up to whisper in his ear. " Beat his arse for me lady and I will make sure ye stay in drink for the month." -c-

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§iġƞͼ : So what you're saying is, 3 Bjarni? ]

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§iġƞͼ : 🍻 ]

Altair_Kiasco just...sighs. That deep, defeated sigh of someone who knows he's doomed. )

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J`raal Kandar : Welcome home both!][

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Signe👊👊👊👊))

§iġƞͼ : Buahahaha ]

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Malhin👊👊👊👊👊🍻👊🍻))

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Mɑlhiɳ : make 4 trolololol ]]

§iġƞͼ : gross my vip ran out, hold please ]

Altair_Kiasco : I'M FUCKIN' OUT! )

Mɑlhiɳ : make it 5! ]]

Brynja : But what you're really sayin' is 5. ))

J`raal Kandar : Rofl welcome home.][

LiviaDarkthar winking Altair as she moved over to a chair near by. Blinky would help her remover her cloak before pulling out a chair for her. " Blinky go and ask the bartender for a bottle shall you." A smile on her pale face as she watched the pure cluster that this was going to be. The Wraith would return with a bottle of bloodwine that was reserved for her family.-d-

Mɑlhiɳ : trolololol ]]

§iġƞͼ : Befriend me while I'm naked 🍻]

Owen_Daxus : -drags Malhin off for adventures!-))

LiviaDarkthar POUNCES BRJNJA)

LiviaDarkthar : MINE)

§iġƞͼ : Yeah, you know, we just don't really know how to count ]

Mɑlhiɳ : LOOL]]

LiviaDarkthar : And Livia will keep score)

Altair_Kiasco : Fine, fine. I'll whoop you all one at a time. )

J`raal Kandar : Should be 10 Bjarni cause they drink enough to see double.][

Altair_Kiasco rolls up his sleeves, and gets to work. )

LiviaDarkthar : House Dragoon will pay the Tab for the Winner and their bill for the next month)

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : And I thought I had it bad))

Daravis­­ Sark : I got your back, Alt!))

§iġƞͼ : Garry, are you going to fight me or are you going to fight me? ]

§iġƞͼ : Those are your options. ]

LiviaDarkthar Sits back with Rum)

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Lets do it, even after a god lashing still can take ya Signe))

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : good*

§iġƞͼ : -shows whipping scars- Been there done that 🍻 ]

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Yea*points to fire whip of Prince Kol*))

Crixus : *kicks everyone ic*))

Λlүs : *Points to Alaire's Cat'o'nine tails* ))

Crixus : plys is in progress peeps😋))

Crixus : play*))

ShadowsFall_Fortune : New posting order for you guys?)

Altair_Kiasco : just finding out if Kazim is posting in, or if play goes to you Crix. )

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : The mortals around him, he looked upon not as kine, but as potential tools that could be twisted to his purposes, nothing more. He had laid aside his humanity long ago, something that to most mortals simply made him seem aloof and uncaring. But to the more discerning senses of the kindred, it lent him a more visceral air...the monster who has accepted himself for what he had become and was content. He kept watch for the traditional signs, that pointed the way and =c=

Altair_Kiasco : Kaz is posting in. So order is Crix, Al, Liv, Kaz, and a small army of Bjarni who are intent on making my life a living hellscape of pain. )

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : offered to the newcomer the necessary information concerning the traditions followed by the city. His fingers traced over one such missive, his sensitive fingers tracing out the familiar script that had been engraved into the stone of the fountain so faintly that only those possessed of heightened senses could detect its presence. While the information offered the who and where...there was still the matter of orienting himself within the city. He had no use for =c=

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : either food or drink in the mortal sense, Inns and Taverns were places where gossip flowed as freely as the ale, a veritable fount of information to those who could find the gems of truth amid the dross. Gold flecked tawny eyes moved across the shingles that hung, announcing to all that passed the purpose that lay behind doors closed against the cold. He sometimes found amusement in the names chosen for establishments, some descriptive of the services, others =c=

Mɑlhiɳ : at your service ]]

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : Seemed tied to local history, or simply whimsical in nature. He considered the tavern which he approached to be of the latter sort, unless there was a local legend about a purple pig of either incredible size or legendary temperament...perhaps both. He had seen many odd things in his unlife...It was difficult to forget a half orc that had been cursed in such a way to make him ridiculous...rainbow colored hair covering one of such incredible ugliness. He opened =c=

§iġƞͼ : I'm going then Mal, wherever we belong in the order. ]

Mɑlhiɳ : 🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃 ]]

Owen_Daxus : If Malhin is hopping in, then I too will be posting at the Pig. Under the assumption this is post-Dragon Peak adventure, I assume?))

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : the door, and stepped within the Purple Pig. It seemed a lively place, as such havens went, a free ranging brawl seemed to be picking up pace, and he side stepped a rather pickled human who had been propelled from the edges of the scrum toward the door, his hand drawing the door open just in time for the man to stumble through it, and out into the night. He closed the door once more and moved clear of that path, his movements as flowing as his garments as he =c=

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : studied the crowd. Discerning eyes picked out those who did not move in the same manner as the mundane humans, for some the differences were most subtle, but in others...The care with which one woman moved...He moved toward the table where she had alighted, passing through the scrum as he did. That interpassage would have been hazardous to many, but not a blow landed upon his person, it was as if he could sense the decision of those alcohol blurred minds and move =c=

Altair_Kiasco : Oh good lord. Okay. Crix, Al, Liv, Kaz, Signe, Mal, Owen? Sound good to everyone? )

LiviaDarkthar : fine with me lol)

LiviaDarkthar : Every Nice Kaz)

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : to avoid them with a practiced ease that neither slowed hispace or diverted his direction save for very brief moments. Only once did he lay a hand on one of the revelers, and that was to relieve the man of his knife before it could be employed, and discarded it with a flick of the wrist that sunk the point deep into a ceiling beam. =f=

Crixus : Any other Bjarni joining??? Brynja??

Crixus : ))*

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Brynja : Nah, I just came in to scare the shit out of Altair. ))

J`raal Kandar : And puke on Owen again.][

Mɑlhiɳ : trollop ]]

§iġƞͼ : LMAO best typo on the planet ]

Brynja : HEY YOU'VE GOT A MAN, I CAN PUKE ON WHO I WANT. ))

Mɑlhiɳ : DAMNIT LOL ]]

Altair_Kiasco just gonna be over here, crying until it's his post. Someone give him a nudge when that happens )

CεLεsτ : -flails in the chaos- ]

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LiviaDarkthar : wb)

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Guess I should make a appearance too huh))

LiviaDarkthar : I didn't do it?)

§iġƞͼ : -< When Signe had returned to her barracks, she’d indeed found Malhin and Heine, and wrestled and fought, drank, and passed out in their communal hay pile that trio all shared. Though, they’d heard from a fellow Warrior of the Axe about a right good chap (that’s what the other warrior had called him, they didn’t know what in the fuck that meant, but it sounded like scumbag bullshit – which resulted in the Bjarni insulting each other with “Fuck off, ya right good chap!” [c]

§iġƞͼ : during training thereafter) that’d ripped off a bet. Oh hell no. The Bjarni lived by few rules, but bets were fucking sacred. So, while Heine was held back by an assignment for the WotA, Malhin and Signe stalked into the wintry city, hard as the bitter mountains that bore them into this life. The Dragon Peaks were not forgiving nor kind. Winters were brutal, and even when summer came with more temperate relief, that just meant work was hard so they could build up [c]

Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : .:{ "I haven't the slightest what you're talking about, Johnathan. I simply hope to talk magic with someone who's capable," was the woman's response to his direction to seek out a junior member of the Aegis Warden. The conversation shifted to Akshandaska, and Nadira shrugged, gesturing to themselves, "Yet here we are while his bones are bleached by the sun." It was proof that if people pulled together, while losses may occur, winning was not out of their grasp. "We just need a plan better than to go in and hope for the best." Nadira had come to Johnathan without her falcata, but she keenly felt the absence of its weight at her hip. It only seemed to Nadira that he made excuses about not wanting to train, but she said nothing about it, though a wry grin slipped onto her lips as he shared his shortcomings. "So what you are saying is that I'm a better fighter than you," it wasn't at all what he was saying, but anything to dig at him, to keep some vague semblance of their old dynamic. >>

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§iġƞͼ : preparations for the next winter. Tangled yellow hair licked the air across Signe’s shoulders amid twists of dingy feathers and sporadic braids; and her bear pelt cloak weighed down across her back, brown fur bristling against the cold. Signe’d revealed to Malhin and Heine already that she’d regained a faint, raspy voice through the esoteric dealings of that elf she’d been whipped with, and Iella, that vampire woman who seemed the only one capable of making the illiterate [c]

LadyXesyn : will be doing it with others at some point)

§iġƞͼ : barbarian come to heel if she was going savage (rather, *more* savage). The arrived before the Purple Pig, invigorated by the sight of it. They’d not been in a good tavern brawl in what seemed like entire seasons; Malhin in her Captain role had her time sapped from her hands, and Signe had been out on distant assignment for months. Needless to say, the pair of wild warrioresses were hankering for a good clash. Though, first to go after the ‘right good chap’ that ripped off [c

Nʌᴅɪʀʌ : Promises of the Deathstalker army going to stomp out the life that dwelt within the portal did little to satiate her anger over the situation, but it had been enough to stop her. The woman eyed the door, considering for a long moment, and then moved to lock it from the inside. From there, the woman removed her boots and stepped up onto her chair, then onto his desk. Assuming he didn't stop her, her bare foot would extend to press into his chess and force him to sit down. Her end goal from there was clear, for if she had been successful, the woman would slink off his side of the desk and straddle him. "Ease my mind," she pleaded, her eyes searching his face, as if an answer to all her problems were there, "Make me forget for a while, Jono." Nadira's voice was low, barely a whisper, before she leaned in to kiss him. }:.

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§iġƞͼ : a Warrior of the Axe in a bet. Signe’s cobalt gaze narrowed through a window and spotted the one described to them. The women conferred in the signed gestures they still used at times since the days Signe was voiceless, then nodded simultaneously. Signe, who’d left her dual flails back at the barrack – they weren’t out to *murder* anyone – didn’t need to have handmade gear to throw down a good fight. ‘Sides, she had Malhin at her side. The taller blonde knelt and braced to [c

§iġƞͼ : collect Malhin up to her shoulder. The duo had done this before and fell easily into the form they developed together. Once Signe had a good hold on Malhin, she began to rotate, with her comrade, the pintsized bundle of violence, adjusting her body for – that’s right. Signe suddenly hurled Malhin, who went flying through the tavern window, fearlessly holding her body like a dart, forearm across the bridge of her nose to break impact and shed shattered glass away from her [c]

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§iġƞͼ : Yeah, that guy just took a shotput hurl to the chest in the form of a flying Bjarni maniac. And Signe meanwhile casually strolled in through the front door moments after. These were the Bjarni savages, and they were out to play. [d] >-

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LiviaDarkthar : EVERY DAMN TIME I HAVE MY HEAD PHONES ON)

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Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : ++++ Kin'arak sat in the quiet common room of the Golden Hound, sipping at something that was a mixture of prune juice and vodka. He'd been doing his best to work up different drinks, simply out of curiosity. Perhaps he'd add some rum to this and see how it worked out! For now, though, he was awaiting Jadewyn's arrival; her brief note had mentioned going to meet with the Captain of the Guard about mercenary work. If it panned out well, they'd not only have another job under ->

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : their belt but the combined backing of the Crown -and- more to add to their name. Granted, a displacer beast, two girallon and a caught ocelot wasn't all that bad, but it wasn't exceptionally notable either. As on most evening, Kin'arak had brought the boar spear down with him and set it next to the table. True to form, he'd painted it all red, symbolizing their band. It worked to start conversations just as easily as it did attract curious folk, which all made for good ->

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : potential recruits. -><-

Mɑlhiɳ : :: Malhin had returned from her assignment, happy and eager to be back within her familiar grounds and habits. Not that running with the Warriors of the Axe wasn’t familiar, nor was it some up tight militant group, but there was something about being home and with her closest comrades that was always needed. At the end of the day, there was no better time spent. Tonight would be a pure example of just what type of shit they could get into. There was nothing that the Bjarni would =

Mɑlhiɳ : :: not do, and rarely would they waste any time on the boring. So , what was on tonight’s docket? Well tonight the Bjarni would exhibit the sentiment of ‘you don’t fuck with the Warriors of the Axe.’ No sooner they heard about that particular cunt who had slithered on by in this sneaky ways, that Malhin and Signe were determined to right this wrong. The fates would be on their side, or at least that is what she would think. Passing be the tavern, both the warriors would see the =

·Jadewyn· : :: Jadewyn had spent most of her day going through the markets, searching for pelts that she could offer to the Dreadmaul clan when she went to them. The half-elf had been spending her day kicking herself for opening her mouth up about the orcs, for she truly hated the beasts, and the only reason she even had an in with them was because she had freed their raid leader, Raknar, from a bandit cell. Both of them had been captured when they first came to Larlandarl, but it <c>

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Whos turn))

·Jadewyn· : had been Jadewyn's wiles that got her out of the cell. It had, admittedly, been Raknar's size and impressive strength that had seen them out alive. They were even in that moment, but the ranger had heard the reason Raknar had been trapped in the first place; she had been on a diplomatic mission (as diplomatic as an orc could get) to speak with the Deathstalker regime, and had been caught on the way. The bandits had been sore about how soundly Raknar had beaten them, and<c>

Altair_Kiasco : After Mal, it's Owen. )

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Mɑlhiɳ : :: rat bastard and there they would be the synchronized display of chaos. Signe gave the nod that was needed to alert Malhin that they would be par taking in a one two punch. The flail mistress would hoist the human hurricane on her shoulders and without a passing thought, Signe used her strength to send Malhin flying through the air. Arms bracing for the impact, that shattering of glass and commotion was the Bjarni way of saying, hi to you milort. Malhin would end up in the lap =

·Jadewyn· : had gone on for days even after Jadewyn's capture about how many men they'd lost. Pelts and a ride to the Reverie Wood would hopefully be enough for Jadewyn to come back successful, but only time would tell. With a bundle of pelts that weighed almost as much as her slung over her shoulder, Jadewyn stalked into the Golden Hound with a sour look on her face, if only because of the weight she bore. Her emerald gaze snapped to the table that she and Kin'arak usually haunted,<c>

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·Jadewyn· : and the woman was rewarded with a vision of the man with a cup of something he seemed to be nursing. The woman trudged over, slipping on a wet patch on the floor. She regained her balance immediately after, though it had been enough for the half-elf to lose the coloring in her face from the sudden scare. "I have to go to the Dreadmaul orc clan," she announced by way of greeting, though she watched Kin'arak's expression closely, wondering how well he'd take it that she <c>

·Jadewyn· : was willingly heading to an orc camp. ::

Mɑlhiɳ : :: of the vagrant who had robbed their fellow Warrior of the Axe. Her head right into his gut. The man spit out the pint of ale that he was ingesting all over the halfpint as she was that human bullet. It took a minute for the woman to recover. Pushing herself up slowly, it would seem the man was left in his own daze. The smugness on the woman’s face as she looked down to Signe’s handwork. “That is what happens when you mess with the Warriors of the Axe.” Insult to injury, Malhin =

Mɑlhiɳ : :: tried to kick the man while he was down, but she stumbled and missed. Hands would slowly do a check of her own form, assessing the damages and what rest. Brushing off the shards of glass, she was careful to avoid further cuts. That poor fellow would either come to and attack, or that she would have to deal with someone else yelling at her for breaking the window, or some other something would surely be placed at her feet. Seeing Signe walk through the door she would smirk =

Mɑlhiɳ : :: “IT WORKED” But it was some other faces that drew that ice blue gaze to narrow. Crixus could be seen, she had not seen the fellow WoA in some time, but there was another face to take in. But it was one she had also not seen and one that she had questioned on just how to inflict the most type of pain she could when she saw him next that made her frown. He was in mixed company two she did not know. Tonight was going to be interesting in fucking deed. =e=

Owen_Daxus : =- "Move aside, move aside, godsdamnit!" The growl from Cyric parted portions of the crowd from the doorway as the fur-draped man stared daggers at the full crowd. Behind him, Morgan and Deimos, rather nonchalant when set beside the whirlwind of anger that was Cyric, branched out through the pub, heading towards the normal tables they favored. Behind that trio, Owen entered, falcon on his shoulder and followed by the hulking, if silent, orc, Grushnag and Owen's second in command, Erus -c-

Owen_Daxus : Nox. "Round of drinks on the house!" Owen called out to the barkeep, Flip, who stared at Owen as if he were mad, but made good on Owen's promise. Owen, meanwhile, was in high spirits, having recently returned with Malhin from the Dragon Peaks; if nothing else, the Bjarni was now firmly counted among Owen's secure inner circle (much to the annoyance of Cyric) but to the overall acceptance of the rest of Owen's band. Clapping regulars whom Owen knew on the shoulder and exchanging words of -c-

Owen_Daxus : greeting with others, Owen made his way through the center of the room, heading for his normal booth. He paused, however, at the clatter and clash of glassware smashing, turning to seek out what the noise was, wincing instead when he saw Malhin brushing herself off and the shattered window. "Morgan!" He called to the mage, "You and Deimos get the boards out and board that up. Tomorrow, head down to the glassmakers and get us a new window. Again." Shaking his head, he waggled a finger at -c-

Owen_Daxus : Malhin in mock annoyance. "Try not to break that too often, eh?" -e-

Altair_Kiasco : For those playing the home game, a reminder of the posting order. Crixus, Altair, Livia, Kazim, Signe, Malhin, Owen, and I believe Shadow is now joining in? )

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : Children squealed in delight as snow balls flew from their hands to hit the bodies of the other children in the streets. Adults stopped to watch or some even to drag their little ones out of the fight for some hot cider or chocolate before they retreated to their homes. Night had set in early, as it did every night during the winter season and with it the cold nips of air that whistled by. People huddled closer, groups of friends found their way into coffee shops or taverns or just>

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : somewhere off the streets. Couples found themselves in the arms of one another as they drifted from shop to shop before vanishing into more quite places to eat. Parents grabbing children to bring them home since it was getting to be late. Street walkers, thieves and beggars came crawling from the Old Town, probably to find better pickings as Old Town was where most of the poor and down trot lived. The noise that came though didn’t seem to bother the woman that walked. It was clear>

ShadowsFall_Fortune : It had been a long day, Erland had been out due to getting bitten by some kind of dog. This was not what he needed. They had two clutches getting ready to hatch. And it was all hands on deck. I mean when you have 12 baby dragons about to hatch. You had to make sure that each had its own handler. That way they got the care that they needed first hand. Lucky enough they were still not ready when he clocked out for the day. The guys telling him to go and have a drink, bathe, and rest up-c-

ShadowsFall_Fortune : yes sir I am was writing)

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : to see it was woman, despite being dressed entirely head from toe. Even her mouth and nose was covered with a black cloth that matched the long white hooded cloak she was wearing. Everything on the woman was a color that helped blend her into the background, right down to the deer skin pants and boots. Light weight yet enough to keep her warm in her travels. The only thing she seemed to outwardly carry, was a bow with a quiver filled with handmade arrows. Her feet made very little noise

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : >

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : as she walked, surprising for a woman who stood at about five foot nine. She was built to be lean to, though a little harder to see beneath the cloak she wore. The only thing visible on the woman were her eyes, blue eyes stared out at the people who walked by wondering who this woman was. A snicker almost left the lips of the hidden features of the woman. She was a warrior long past, a legend that no one knew, a story made up to allow children to feel safe, she was one of many that had>

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : ++++ Kin'arak raised his mug of yuck to Jadewyn as she entered, taking in the pelts she was carrying with a practiced eye. That was a lot of pelts, indeed. It was now apparent how Jadewyn had spent her day and Kin'arak felt a little guilty about not going out with her. Granted, Jadewyn -did- enjoy her alone time almost as much as Kin'arak himself did, if not more so. When she mentioned, however, heading to speak to the Dreadmaul orcs, he raised an eyebrow in interest. He ->

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : had served in a destructive war and one of the many that had been reported as fallen. It didn’t matter to her though, she had found her solace in her cabin, the one she had built deep in the forest on the side of the mountain. It allowed her to be alone, to not worry who might say something, who might remember, who might be there when she fought off the dreams. No she was quite content on being along. She rarely ever made it to Immortalis, probably every few years, she mostly found>

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : knew all too well how she felt about orcs, though he was familiar, in passing, with how she'd come to meet Raknar and his people. Now it was rather strange for Jadewyn to even -speak- to an orc, unless she was cursing at it before killing it. "The Dreadmaul," he said thoughtfully, tapping his fingers against the table. "I take it that your meeting with the Captain of the Guard went well, then? How much did she end up offering you for our services?" The services, he assumed, ->

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : found herself in small villages, but when she needed a large order, she came into Immortalis. She had already found herself a room and a place for her horse and her wagon to rest for the night. She would be here a few days. Tonight it was a matter of reacquainting herself with a city she didn’t even recognize any more. She didn’t know people here, she didn’t know the Princess or her husband, she didn’t know those in the seat of power, she was no longer up to date, and for her it was>

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : also included the orcs, or why else would she have that many furs and want to speak to Raknar? "Well, the least I can do is offer to carry the burden for you. I doubt the orcs will have an issue with a simple human coming along, eh? I'll even be on my best behavior!" -><-

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : She was liked not knowing what was going on, she liked the peaceful life she lived on the mountain. She often enough loathed having to be among the massive amounts of people that flocked to the city, but supplies didn’t get themselves and she usually kept enough to herself not to be bothered by those around her.~

ShadowsFall_Fortune : Well he had already taken a bath. Next part was to get a drink. The only place he had been was the purple pig. Seemed about a good of a place as any. Throwing on a simple shirt and pants. Not taking any weapons. Not thinking he would need them. He was about to find out he was wrong. Entering the pig, he could tell it was on the verge of eruption. First there was his niece and blinky. And there was some man hovering near her that he did not know. -c-

ShadowsFall_Fortune : Altair seemed to be in some sort of Drinking contest. And then there were Bjrani women every were. Oh great. This was not going to end well for any of them. He would though see Signe. The woman that owned him a drink. After all she did fall out of a window on him. And that was like a 3rd date thing. Not a first meeting. He would nod to her as he made his way over to Owen at the bar. " Something strong enough to walk out of here on its own mate." All of house Dragoon had that strange accent of either Celtic, Norse or a mix of both. His was more on the celtic side of the coin.-d-

Wulfhere_Aurox : Hardship bred strength. It was the single most defining lesson of Wulfheres upbringing and it had proven itself true time and time again. And so it did so here. Though it was hardly the most dire of challenges. With the evening well and truly set in now and the night sky a dark cloud concealed tapestry Wulfhere had taken it upon himself to train, to keep fit and ready for the coming assault upon the infestation. And so he ran. The muscular tribesman was clad in little more >

·Jadewyn· : -:- "What the hell are you drinking?" Jadewyn had asked after dropping the pelts into a chair. The woman's hand reached out to guide his hand that held the mug to her face, and she took a sniff. The half-elf reeled back, letting go of Kin'arak's wrist while her right hand flew up to her face so she could wipe her nose. "That smells awful! How are you drinking that?!" Her head spun in the direction of a passing barmaid, and she ordered an ale before passing off the coin <c>

Wulfhere_Aurox : than his casual attire. A sleevless hempen vest, soldiers fatigues and knee high huntsmans boots and fingerless gloves. It was irregular clothing for such a chill climate, the snow fall only adding to the cold factor. But for Wulfhere it was bracing discomfort. His early years had been spent in training within deeper chills and so the winter night that gripped Immortalis was manageable. Snow crunched under heavy foot falls, and visible breath misted from Wulfheres mouth >

Crixus : Crixus was knee deep in downing a bottle of whiskey while staring at Altair when Livia whispered into his ear causing him to remove the bottle from his lips looking at her thinking she was cute, of course not knowing of her affliction that was her new curse. "Me will, he be puny" Pointing at Altair and then all hell broke loose as a women came flying through a window at some poor stranger who clearly pissed off the wrong group of Bjarni<C>

·Jadewyn· : for it. "I asked for three hundred gold and they just handed it over," was Jadewyn's floored response, her dark brows rising high on her angular features, "Didn't even blink. I should have asked for more." Still, the deal had been struck and the ranger was left to shake her head at the wealth of the empire. "But I need to get Raknar to find as many of her hunting party to assist as she can manage." Orcs helping humans? Jadewyn working with orcs? It was a laughable <c>

Crixus : Jumping up on teh table as he shouted"MALHIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Holding up his bottle to her "DRinks on Altay"Pointing at his drinking partner this evening before watching Signe strut in the front door in all her glory"SiIGNE" He shouted again"Feels sorry not really Altay"He said while jumping for joy at his companions who had already smashedd a window and more or less beat some poor sap to a stupor<C>

Wulfhere_Aurox : as he forged well past the half hour mark of running. His body displayed his fitness clearly, a man bound in pronounced muscle, tanned weather skin and a hardy disposition. He felt the burn of course, half of fitness was being able to tolerate the exertion. And it was that burn that kept the cold at bay. But he was hardly anything inhuman. Wulfhere came to a stop at a corner, his hands planting themselves on his hips as he took a well deserved moment to catch his breath >

·Jadewyn· : situation that had the woman near the point of hysterics. "This entire city is fucked." The barmaid had returned with her drink, and she had raised her mug briefly to Kin'arak before taking a long pull. His offer to accompany her was met with a face, unsure if that was a wise idea. "They don't trust anyone. I'm not even sure Raknar will see me, and she'd probably be suspicious if you were there as well." She planned on purchasing a horse with her share of the coin, <c>

Wulfhere_Aurox : and survey his surroundings. Others were upon the streets this evening, and given his proximity to the night markets it was a given thing. The cold hardly stopped the life blood of Immortalis flowing. Though many had found shelter out of the cold there was still a sizable population of those that did not. And it was these cloak and fur swathed individuals that Wulfhere watched. The locals of the capitol city were still a mystery to him. They were people, he understood that >

Crixus : Staring at both Malhin and Signe with a delightful grin"Fun be had now"Chuckling loudly before raising his bottle to finish drinking the contains with a smile, looking around he seen a few people he didn't know like Kazim and Shadow and Owen"Three join"Pointing at them each to come join them at the table with a grin<E>

Wulfhere_Aurox : much and followed many of the save conventions all people did. But their society was an alien thing to the outsider. His home was a far cry from this place of stone and urbanization. It was all at once wondrous and confusing. Wulfhere panned his gaze about, the blue of his eyes an icey hue that was seldom interrupted by blinking. Wulfhere was keen of eye, ever watchful for the out of ordinary or dangerous, a life of dangerous living and occupation instilling a vigilance >

Altair_Kiasco “Jeez woman, can you make up your mind? Either you wanna give him a drink for not knocking my ass around, or you wanna give him a drink for beatin’ my ass black and blue. You don’t get it both ways.” The retort was aimed at Livia, as Crixus joined him at the table, with the bottles of whiskey. A soft, defeated sigh escaping from him as he quietly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Drinking with a Bjarni was no gentleman’s game, and Crixus seemed to have been built as sturdy as his Captain had been. If memory served, the last time he’d gone drinking with Malhin, he’d lost a good twelve hours of his life, and had come out with a broken nose. What were the chances that tonight was going to go any easier than that? As Livia bent down to whisper in Crixus ear, he turned his head to shoot her a withering glare. “This is a Bjarni bet, unless you plan on sitting down and having a drink you keep that wagging tongue out of it, eh?” <c>

Altair_Kiasco The words came out uncharacteristically harsh, perhaps the most firm he’d spoken to her since they’d met. The subject of Bjarni bet’s was kind of a touchy subject with him, given his past history with the barbarian tribe. He had no issue responding to the challenge, but he wasn’t about to have someone tipping the scales, one way or another. As he waited for the first glass on the long road towards his demise, he noted the entrance of Kazim. Something about the way the man moved was what drew his attention. Fluid, the movements akin to a winding stream. Dark eyes would remain on Kazim, watching warily, until the world itself seemed to explode into Chaos. The only warning was the sound of glass shattering, and a diminutive, human ballistae bolt was sailing through the air. It wasn’t until the human siege weapon came to a halt on someone’s lap, that he recognized the source <c>

Altair_Kiasco of Chaos. Malhin, forever, and always Malhin Why was it that in a month long ordeal that contained mauling’s, deaths, mutilations, the dead rising, and his own brush with the Grim Reaper, that he considered this the most insane thing he’d seen? Maybe because, in an antithetical way, it was completely normal. Mundane even, for Malhin to come flying through a window, at the very moment he’d sat down to drink with Crixus. For a moment, before the true insanity erupted around them, those obsidian eyes focused entirely on the Bjarni whirlwind. Then, it was like a switch was tossed in his brain. Nope, he wasn’t going to process this sight. He wasn’t even going to attempt to deal with it. How long had he spent looking for that infuriating woman, only for her to stumble in with her damned stone block of a head leading the way. <c>

Altair_Kiasco In true fashion, he was casually forgetting that he’d abandoned her first, to hide along Larlandarl’s never-ending roads. Fuck that. apparently Crixus was a guardian angel of sorts. The bringer of alcohol. “C’mon goddamnit, I’m entirely too sober right now.” The words were followed by his palm slapping against the wooden table, before reaching out to grab hold of his bottle. Fine, apparently they were going to use glasses. Tonight that suited him just fine. He tossed his bottle back, and pulled an ill-advised swig from it. The amber nectar tearing down his throat. Any other evening the pain would have caused him to sputter, but now it just spurred him on. Dark eyes glaring as Crixus leapt from his seat, greeting his companions. Fucking Bjarni were all insane. Another pull from the bottle <C>

Altair_Kiasco and his thoughts just kept swirling. Why here? Why tonight? Why now, of all times? Had she looked for him? Given up? Was she angry? Or would she just be annoyingly indifferent to him? Too many thoughts swirled in his head, too many questions, and too many feelings. So when Crixus declared drinks were on him, he gazed into that yawning canyon of insanity and dove in head first. “You’re fuckin’ right Crixus!” He shouted, leaping to a standing position. That bottle of his slammed against the table, as he bellowed into the night. “I’ll take you all on! You! And You! AND YOU! Fuck it, no one’s getting away tonight!” He’d pointed at Crixus, Signe, and Malhin in turn. Growing louder, and more boisterous with each declaration. He wasn’t going to fucking hide. He was going to tackle that whirlwind head on, see how she fucking liked dealing with that for a change. <d>

·Jadewyn· : something that would make getting to the Dreadmauls far easier, especially with all the furs. Her work-calloused hand delved into a satchel at her side, and she produced a hefty leather bag which was tossed at Kin'arak without warning, if only because she knew he'd catch it. "One hundred for each of us, a hundred for the pelts," and thus, the orcs. Jadewyn cast her companion a strange look then, surveying the man with some suspicion. It had been their first interaction <c>

Wulfhere_Aurox : that became second nature. And it was one individual his eyes settled upon. The woman had just rounded a corner and come into sight, the white fur of her hooded cloak not quite hiding her litheness of frame. All but her eyes were concealed from sight but the bow and quiver of arrows that hung from her back were plainly visible. To see a bow so readily carried was a rare thing in the city, a somewhat antiquated weapon in an age when crossbows and other mechanical weapons of >

·Jadewyn· : since they had spend the evening together several nights ago, and the half-elf wasn't sure how to feel about it. "Anyone come to join up?" -:-

Wulfhere_Aurox : war were becoming more prevalent. But it was the sign of a hunter and that caught Wulfheres eye more than anything else. The hunt ran in his blood and so he could not help but study those others who shared his way of life, even if it was only a link as weak as a choice of weapon. Wulfhere was rarely the first to speak words to another, but in this instance he did. As the cloaked woman drew closer to where he stood on the corner he locked his gaze upon her and called out, his >

Wulfhere_Aurox : voice firm and deep toned, but risen just enough to be heard over the burble of city life about them.* "I hope you have a good blade to go with that bow. Troubled times in the city huntress." E

LiviaDarkthar Narrowing her eyes at Altair. " Oh I can have it anyway I like my Rabbit. Besides. I happen to like watching your arse get kicked. Makes it fun for me." Sticking her tongue out at him. " And the waggling of my tongue.... incase you have forgotten is nay any of ye concern." When Blinky would offer her the bottle of Bloodwine, she would hold up a hand to him. " Get me another glass here for my new friend." Turning smoothly in er chair. Now facing Kazim, " And what brings one such as you to our little tavern. " -c-

LiviaDarkthar As Blinky would pour her and him a glass of the thick red liquid. " Blinky be a dear and go and see about Garrick. Tell him I require him." She knew just what he would say. Able to talk to him even with out using words. Her attention back on Kazim. She knew what he was from the moment he walked in. Not because she had been turned her self as of late. But the fact that she could control the dead and the damned. It would not go with out notice that some of the Bjrani would walk in. And go flying by her. -c-

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : A deep, rich voice was speaking and for the moment, the completely covered woman didn't realize it was for her. Blue eyes blinked slowly as she stopped in her tracks. To be fair, she didn't realize that a handsome, tall, young man like him would speak to her, but with her entire body covered in cloth he didn't quite see the disfigureness of the woman and so she looked up at him, slowing her movements to a stop so that her thin lean body would not get run over by the man that was clearly>

LiviaDarkthar Oh this is going to be a lovely night she thought. As her uncle would come in and make eye contact with her. She would lock eyes with him. As if to say ' Stay away."-d-

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : It was indeed a lively place, he'd found himself in, all the better to pass unnoticed for the most part. Yet, The childe, the one who held the control over the wraith...so freshly turned, not yet ready for the question to be put to her...perhaps in a decade or so. He lifted his hands to the cowl and veil that concealed his features and let the veil fall aside as he lowered the cowl, bringing to light a visage whose skin had once been of a much paler cafe au lait -c-

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : twice her weight, he had to be, but it was pure muscle. Eyes lingered on him once more as he spoke about her having a good blade to go with her bow. Her lips curled underneath the cloth that she brought a gloved hand up to pull down, her features still hidden beneath the shadows of the hood, plus with the sun down and only candles to light the streets, her features were obscured. A soft chuckle left her lips, a soft musical sound, considering her age. "You'd be surprised how effective>

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : arrow can be in a pinch" Her tone soft, wisdom lingered in her voice, not necessarily her words, but in the way her voice sounded. Beneath that hood, she was not a young woman, she was something else entirely, but what she was, he didn't know, he might not know. "I carry on me, only what I need" her eyes moved up to him, the lights of the candle in the nearby lamp post let him see that they were a piercing color. Lips curled slightly, but she kept her head turned enough that the left>

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : side of her was hidden from him, underneath shadows. "Tell me, it's far too cold for someone to be running around almost shirtless, perhaps you should worry more about not catching your death?" There was no bitterness or anger in her tone, in fact she sounded more amused than anything.~

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : ++++ "Prune juice and vodka," he admitted easily. "I am trying to find a new blend of alcohol. Something flavorful that we might be able to manufacture on the side! I know mercenary work is our chief form of life, but think! Red Hunt Liquor! The profits would come flowing in!" Clapping his hands excitedly, Kin'arak looked down at his mug. "Granted, I may not be the best person to make liquor when it comes to odd flavors." He was, however, taken aback at her words. "Three ->

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : hundred gold that easily? By the gods, Jadewyn, that's a tidy sum! I'm surprised they paid it that quickly. Had I been them, I would have at least gotten a solid agreement first." Shaking his head, Kin'arak took one more long pull and finished the yuck he'd blended. No sense in wasting good coin, after all. Looking at the bag before him on the table, tossed by Jadewyn, Kin'arak prodded it with a finger, hearing the coins clink. "A decent amount." More than enough to get ->

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : them horses, especially on top of what they'd made from the girallon job. True, they'd not seen much of one another since their fevered coupling a few nights prior, but Kin'arak wasn't going to be the one who made it awkward, nope. "I think I may find something to invest this in. All the better to purchase space for a guild-hall down the road, eh? Sadly, though, no recruits. Maybe Raknar will sign herself and her band up." Chuckling, Kin'arak shook his head. "Still, if ->

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : you'd rather I not come along with you, I can always hold down the fort here, try to find more members." -><-

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : complexion, but time had darkened the skin to a mellow chocolate. His amber eyes moved briefly to the two men at the table, first Altair, then Cyric as if he assessed them both, then dismissed them from his considerations, before his gaze settled on Livia. There was about his manner an aloofness that hinted at the cold calculating mind behind those gold flecked tawny eyes. He settled into the offered seat and studied the bloodwyne. It was not his preferred =c=

Wulfhere_Aurox : *Glad this woman had met him in conversation Wulfhere stepped forward and better into the light of the nearby street lamp. His tanned flesh was home to more than just battle scar and muscle bulges, but tattoo ink as well. His exposed right arm was sheathed in a flowing sleeve of intricate markings that were both primitive and complicated all at once. The same manner of tattoo style marked the shaven side of his head, a sinuous streak of sigils and runes winding away behind >

Wulfhere_Aurox : his right ear. Illuminated by the light that show through the lamps frosted glass Wulfhere bore the expression of a predator at ease, hard edged features, a serious complexion and wide staring eyes that would not look out of place on the face of a jaguar. But he was just a man, a young and curious one at that. Wulfhere did a further study of the woman, his ears deciding he liked the sound of her voice. It sounded..seasoned. Experienced. No soft low land fop here. >

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : aparitif, but it was highly unlikely that he would be allowed to hunt freely until he had met with the prince...and even then...well there were many who objected to his preferred prey. "Thank you." He offered to Livia along with a smile that revealed his elongated canines...it was a mark of his sire, who had carried the same flaw, those fangs did not retract. =f=

Wulfhere_Aurox : Wulfhere almost turned a smile at her words. She was right, an arrow could be put to startling effect of course but it wouldn't beat a blade up close. That was beside the point however, he hadn't called out to debate the principles of weapons. Little else was revealed of the womans appearance, which was fair given the cold about them. Not all were as keen to feel its sting as Wulfhere was. One of his partially gloved hands reached up to brush snow from the top of his head, >

·Jadewyn· : -:- Jadewyn wanted to react. Truly, she did, but she had been so nonplussed by his concoction that all she could do was stare. "What?" came the woman's words eventually, "Why are you worried about this? We're mercenaries, not vintners, Kin'arak. Do it on your own coin." Supportive was clearly something Jadewyn was not. At least, not when it came to this exchange. The woman finally sat, holding her mug of ale in both her hands as she absently eyed the drink inside. <c>

Wulfhere_Aurox : the slightly melted snow sending chill little trickles down the shaven sides of his head. The woman did in fact appear to carry only what she needed and that was a principle Wulfhere could appreciate. Simplistic, unburdened. When her words turned to address his current state of being Wulfhere shook his head in dismissal. He felt the cold but it was well within his threshold of tolerance and replied in kind.* "I won't catch my death. This is good training conditions. No >

·Jadewyn· : "I didn't even know what to ask, so I threw out a high number. And they just agreed to it!" she had expected more push back on their cost, but there it was. "It was probably the orcs though. Or desperation. Their Captain is a right wreck." The half-elf shook her head, quaffed her drink, and settled the mug in her lap as she turned her gaze up at him, "Starts telling me her kid's gone missing and asking people to keep an eye on her." The ranger, shook her head and <c>

Wulfhere_Aurox : better time for a run." As was Wulfheres nature he kept his replies simple and straight forward, though admittedly he was being more chatty than the norm here. It had been some time since he had been able to engage in discourse with another individual and maybe he had found a chance here.* E

§iġƞͼ : -< When the stoical blonde warrioress stalked into the Purple Pig, her cobalt gaze slid toward where she’d hurled Malhin, seeing that hurricanic force of Bjarni having come through with making the gambling thief pay his dues. She nodded her approval in a slow dip of her chin, ever bearing a sense of winter in her persona to those who didn’t know how to read the subtler signs of that woman’s nature. She was not devoid of passions, no, such a fire blazed inwardly that she was one of those capable of the Bjarni of achieving the berserker state, but since her youth, she’d forged a harder external armor. She watched. She measured. She calculated in the physical ways a fighter would. Could she read? Hell no. And she still didn’t know 90% of the color names fancy folk used to call their strangling outfits. [c]

§iġƞͼ : There was ‘intestines pink,’ ‘liver purple,’ ‘blood red,’ and the like. Did those fancy fucks know those color terms? What about ‘dead dwarf blue?’ That one was a favorite she’d not seen in a while. Fuck those shits. She left that side of the room for Malhin to keep her eyes on, so Signe could cover the other portion. Yeah, they both swept the space to gain a sense of the scene they’d busted in on, and who filled it. There was a table with Crixus – they recognized their own quick, and there with him? “…” Cobalt eyes slid again under a slow blink toward Malhin. Altair. Those two had a heavily complicated history, but Signe didn’t know the nuances. She only saw what the outcome was: There was a bond there. Did it mean it was healthy or without pain? Those details weren’t Signe’s to measure, unless Altair [c]

§iġƞͼ : gave Signe cause to follow through with threats she’d made at him (without words, and behind prison bars, even). Then, there was some woman calling Altair her ‘Rabbit’ and sticking her tongue out at him. The fuck was that? See, these were the things someone like Signe dismissed as the tedious weight of civilized behaviors. Bjarni interactions tended along simpler social norms: either drink, fight, fuck, or get out of the way. Though, that woman moved off to another man and began conversation with him instead. Whatever nuances these all were, Signe’s interest, which had been minimal to begin with, shifted elsewhere to continue surveying the busy tavern. Crixus then saw his fellow Bjarni, and roared their names in greeting, drawing Signe’s cobalt eyes right back with a pale sort of fondness taking [c]

§iġƞͼ : subtle shape about her features (easily missed by those outside of her comrades when there were other distractions like fists and elbows and a deep reputation as distractions). The younger Bjarni fighter had been taken captive during a raid years ago, while she was still an older child and made to join those fights carrying gear in for the frontliners. He’d been taken back to their encampment, and somehow just kept on fighting. So eventually, he became one of them, true Bjarni through and through. With her gaze that direction again, she gave Altair the faintest narrowing of her eyes, as acknowledgement, but a reminder while one of her feathers spun on its binding amid her yellow hair when the tavern door opened and closed with someone leaving, stirring a gust. How timely. [c]

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : A cock of the hooded head at his words, and another curl of his lips. She remembered a time when she was young and brash, where she had something to prove, where she too would have run out into the snow in nothing but a pair of pants and a sleeveless top. She to had felt it was good for her endurance training and perhaps it had been, but it wasn't all about endurance and looking good, it was about the will. She tilted her head back slightly to look up at him, he didn't stand too much>

·Jadewyn· : drew a line across her throat with her finger, "Her lieutenant looked about ready to shit his pants. Then there was this giant of bloke just a hair shorter than yourself, but must've been twice as wide. Don't think he was too bright. Didn't say much. Wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of his blade though." Jadewyn's lips pressed into a line, considering the group of people in the office the night prior. "Y'should've been there. What else have you been up to?" <c>

·Jadewyn· : Mention of heading to the orc camp was met with a shake of her head. "I've got it. Weather's awful." She refrained from saying he'd only slow her down, though if history was anything to go off, he likely already knew what she was thinking. "Maybe see if you can find the big guy. He's got tattoos on the side of his head. Looked at me funny when I said who I was representing though." -:-

ShadowsFall_Fortune has returned.

§iġƞͼ : She’d leave *that* table to Malhin if she so chose to reap it. As her gaze swept toward the bar itself (while shifting her foot to the side to kick at the man who was trying to crawl away from Malhin), eyes narrowed again on that Dragon Rider Captain she’d collided into (literally, but who would be surprised?) through Iella’s window the other day. Well, she’d agreed to his logic in owing him a damn drink, so she’d get it over with – Bjarni fulfilled the debts of their gambles and agreements. Though, a barkeep called out that a round of drinks were on the house – he was literally undermining her ability to fulfill her debt. A snarl rippled a fleeting line across her upper lip, but, who would say no to a free drink? [c]

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : taller than her, but enough for her to need to tilt her head just a bit. Blue eyes took in the man, the pale lips of hers pressing together as if she was trying to consider her next words. She was a warrior, had been a warrior, a fighter, a soldier, a Knight, a loyal servant in the war against Bialis (?). Now she was old(ish), worn out and ready to live the rest of her life on her mountain, alone. She felt she had earned it when she "died" on that mountain so many years ago. Eyes>L

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : lingered on him once more, as a tongue peaked out to run over her lips. "I think we should get something warm to drink, I hear the hot cider is good here" A change in subject, now the woman wasn't cold, it took more than a snow storm in the middle of the winder to make her cold, but she could use a drink and for some reason she found him to be quite amusing, and he wasn't bad to look at. Hey she was old, not dead. Her lips curled at her own joke. "Care to accompany an old woman to a>

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : stall for a drink?" Okay so she really wasn't that old but still, it felt nice to have the attention of a younger, good looking man for the moment.~

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : ++++ It was true, they were not vintners, but Kin'arak was always on the lookout for a steady form of income that the mercenary life did not provide. He did it partly for the amusement and the challenge, but also partly because he believed that, should they fall on thin pickings, the backup money would get them through without having to tighten their belts or do without comforts. As Jadewyn spoke of the meeting, Kin'arak shook his head again. "She might be a little ->

§iġƞͼ : So, the Flail Mistress set her march toward the bar where this Shadows stood, noting the visual exchange between he and the girl who called the Pathfinder Captain a rabbit. Was he some sort of goddamn prey? She ripped the skin off rabbits caught in traps with her bare hands, no knives needed. Was it an insult? Was it to somehow identify him as some kinda shitty breeder beast for her? It was good she didn’t dwell on the confusing topic much longer, because confused Bjarni became angry Bjarni and angry Bjarni were perhaps Owen’s worst nightmares. She stepped in front of the Dragon Rider Captain, shorter physically but her presence expanded, glared up at the man, and rasped through the whisper of a voice she had been granted back by Saoirse. “Next round, debts paid.” She sidestepped [c]

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : unhinged. I can understand losing family will do that to a person, but most people keep it to themselves." Privately, he was glad he'd not been asked to go to the meeting. With Jadewyn as captain, that was her punishment and his blessing. "It sounds like quite the group, though. Maybe they'll be able to come up with something that will clear the sewers out. Hell, maybe we'll even be what turns the tide and we can draw a nice tidy bonus at the end of it, eh? I wouldn't say ->

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : no to extra coin for a job exceptionally well done." If Jadewyn said she could handle the orcs, then by all means, it was her task. Of all things he could question, he wasn't about to question Jadewyn's proficiency or her competency. "What shall I do with this big man once I find him?" Kin'arak asked curiously. If this particular fellow was someone they wanted to recruit, he'd have to work on his opening speech. He couldn't think what else they might need him for, unless he ->

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : had information. -><-

ShadowsFall_Fortune : why is when she is walking at me alls I can hear is the Death march from star wars?)

Altair_Kiasco : It's a Bjarni thing. )

§iġƞͼ : him to an adjacent open space at that bar to collect her free drink, and after a wordless moment on her part, she slid a glance into the corner of her eyes. “Or we gamble.” Meaning, use the owed drink as some form of collateral, or traded up for higher stakes. He could take his pick in his interpretation. Would this proper Dragon Rider Captain risk a bet with a Bjarni? [d] >-

CεLεsτ : so.. is everyone at the purple pig? or are there open areas?]

Crixus : Most of us are at the Purple Pig))

Altair_Kiasco : The best advice I can give you shadow, is to never look them straight in the eye, and get used to losing. I think about 8-9 of us are at the pig, I honestly cannot tell you where other folks are. )

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : I am at the Golden Hound with Jadewyn, soon to be finding Wulfhere.{}

Wulfhere_Aurox : *Wulfhere was hardly inclined to say no to the offer of a drink, and a warm one at that. His run had come to an end by the sounds of things and with the weights and blade work he had thrown himself into earlier he was safe in the knowledge he had not skimped on exercise for the day. Wulfhere stepped down from the side of the street and came to a more friendly proximity with the cloak shrouded woman. Glacing back off down the street and then the other way Wulfhere eventually >

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : i'm with Wulf)

Wulfhere_Aurox : returned his eyes to the woman before him and then extended his right hand, palm open in an offering of greeting, his voice in turn providing his name though his tone of voice remained as neutral as ever.* "My name is Wulfhere Aurox. I think I can follow you to a drinking place." Wulfhere was still acutely curious about this woman for so little had been revealed thus far. His observation and study was subtle however, and wasn't so overt as staring or the like. But his seldom >

Wulfhere_Aurox : blinking gaze and habit for thinking on his words before he spoke may of added an awkward or uncomfortable air to his presence. Wulfhere was not a charismatic creature, and it showed. But he meant what he said and if taken at face value everything he wished to reveal was easy to read.* E

Mɑlhiɳ : :: It was hard to not just see red. That flash and flicker of pure anger was born in her gaze. If Altair had been looking for her, she would call bullshit. He had been avoiding her, or at least that is how it seemed. Whether she had fault or not, Malhin was not about to start saying that she did. Nope this was all that man’s fault. That. Fucking. Man. Who in the actual fuck did he think he was? That arrogant asshole was testing the waters, or maybe he was just dumb and liked to =

·Jadewyn· : -:- Jadewyn would never understand Kin'arak's obsession with trying to find steady income. There were jobs enough in big places like this, but then, the half-elf didn't mind living frugally, and come warmer weather, she'd likely move back to the city outskirts to camp. It was a miracle the pair could function as a cohesive unit, if only for the sheer dissimilarities between their personalities. While Kin'arak might be received as odd, no one could say that he was <c>

Mɑlhiɳ : :: make poor choices (if that wasn’t the pot calling the kettle black). Really what were they supposed to do at this point and juncture? He had promised her to never leave and turned around and abandoned her. To put it lightly, that did not sit kindly with the Bjanri. Catching Signe’s glance, she would want any excuse for them both to wail on him. Punishment would fit the crime, he had to know what was coming. And daringly he stood now and looked to challenge everyone in the room. =

Mɑlhiɳ : :: His passive aggressive interactions were just more horse shit she would get on him about. The human hurricane had thought countless times (more than she was willing to admit) of the various violent ways she would show Altair just how she thought of his word and how good it was. The interactions they had previous had been a whirlwind of every emotion possible, but like hell Malhin was going to give him any more satisfaction. Crixus would greet her with that same Bjarni =

Mɑlhiɳ : :: exuberance that was to be expected. Even thought she wished to hold it against him for hanging out with the pathfinder, at least she would see that he would have to pay for their drinking habits that night. But it was then that she realized she had more of a upper hand. There was no mind paid to which tavern they were in, even though she should have. Were this not the Pig, it could have gone rather differently. Singe, Malhin and Heine had made their reputation well known at =

Mɑlhiɳ : :: at many establishments around town. It was a wide known fact that all Bjarni had their special way of leaving people with imprints of memory that would hold a lifetime. She was not sure if someone would be call this one of those memories but by the end of the night, the halfpint warrior was determined to make sure that it would be. It was Owen that got the Vargen to lessen her agitations. Seeing his crew close by, there was a slight snort given as the command was given to fix =

·Jadewyn· : unkind or not friendly. She, on the other hand, was closed off and disinterested, far too to the point to make friends with most people, and she disliked when people approached her. Truly, it should have been Kin'arak leading the charge on their recruitment, but this was how the pieces fell. No stranger to losing loved ones, Jadewyn had little respect for people who couldn't keep it together, especially when it came to their jobs, but this all went without saying <c>

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : A name was given, Wulfhere Aurox, it meant in turn she would have to give a name to him. She considered giving him a false name, but why bother? Her name was long since forgotten in the scrolls of those who had been named dead. No one would remember her right? Eyes lingered on him as she shifted lightly from one foot to the other, almost as if she had become uncomfortable, but the moment was fleeting and passed far quicker than it had even appeared. "Bailey Quinn" She smiled slightly>

·Jadewyn· : between the pair of mercenaries at this point. "Who cares," was Jadewyn's callous reply to Kin'arak's empathetic response on the Captain's behalf, "Maybe she's a shit mother and that's why it happened. Point is, she needs to get her shit together when on the job, if y'ask me." But no one was. The half-elf drained her mug of ale and slipped the container onto the table between them, heaving a great sigh as she glanced out the window, deciding if she should leave now or in<c>

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : underneath the hood, enough light lingered there for him to see something against the left side of her mouth, but not enough to know what it was and then the shadows were back to cover that side of her features. "I'm afraid" She started lightly, there was no fear in her tone, merely just a soft amusement as she continued on. "my knowledge of the city is very limited" Her shoulders moved up, a soft, almost feminine movement for the woman who was clearly a warrior. "but by all means, let>

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : me lead you toward getting lost." More amusement, though a laugh or a giggle never left the woman's lips, this was an entirely different kind of amusement that came from the woman. She was no lady of the court, she didn't do hair flipping or unwanted giggling or the need to be around good looking men who wanted empty-headed women, no instead she was a Knight, a woman who found that she preferred loneliness to the life of a courtier. As he moved in to be a little closer, she pointed with>

·Jadewyn· : the morning. "The Lieutenant had brought in a report that the Captain said she needed to review, so their might be something in the works. Didn't stick around to figure it out for myself." Her job was to get the orcs, and when she got back, to tell them where to go in and throw themselves on the waves of enemies. The ranger wouldn't hold her breath on a bonus, but she didn't chide Kin'arak's hopeful comment, instead shrugging noncommittally. As the conversation shifted<c>

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : a gloved hand to a place that happened to be not far down the street from them. "How about there?" The golden hound? She didn't know the place, had never set foot into it, but it seemed a far better place to get a drink than the middle of a cold street.~

Mɑlhiɳ : :: the hole Signe and her had created. The slight snarl she could have sworn she saw on Cyric. “WHOOOPS” The forced and clearly fake sentiments given to him, but Owen would see Malhin with a cheeky smile. “Where is the fun in that Daxus? I thought you liked to keep me around because I kept your men on their toes and your patrons. Like if I do shit like this…” It was a moment of lightness before that storm would want to rage yet again. Rolling her gaze back to that mixed party, she =

Mɑlhiɳ : :: would be careful to not hit Livia or Kazim, or Crixus, but oh if she got lucky maybe that random empty bottle she picked up and then hurled at Altair’s head would make contact. She wanted to fight and Signe was the only person that could stop her, but the likely hood of that was slim. “Did I hear gambling?” Malhin’s attentions on another vice. The spitfire was ready.   =e=

Altair_Kiasco : Oh sweet jesus. )

§iġƞͼ : YASSS ]

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Owen_Daxus : =- It was a rarity for Owen to join others at the varied tables and booths yet, even as Flip took Shadow's order and filled it, Owen himself caught the Bjarni lad beckoning him over. Well, perhaps it was best to take preventative measures, especially with so many Bjarni present. Granted, the raised voice of the man yelling about taking people on was a greater concern and, incidentally, coming from the same area. Suppressing a sigh as onlookers began to place bets, Owen kept his best -c-

Sнαuɢнnєssy : Evening ))

·Jadewyn· : to the large man she had seen in the Captain's office, Jadewyn gave her companion a strange look. "What do you think I want you to do with him?" was her snippy response, her lip curling up with contempt, "Recruit him." The ranger liked Kin'arak, truly, but she so often had to spell things out for him. Supreme being? Only in bed.-:-

Nate : Gracias)

Owen_Daxus : smile on his face while motioning for Grushnag and Erus Nox to accompany him. "Ah! Good evening, my best Bjarni customers! How are we all faring this night?" Looking to Altair, whom he did not know, Owen gave a placating gesture. "There is no fighting within the Purple Pig, my friend. People who are accustomed to this place know to settle their disputes outside. Malhin, for personal reasons, has a brief pass on that," as he said as much, he shot her a look and then up to the window as -c-

Owen_Daxus : if to say, 'Knock that shit off, please' before turning back to Altair, "But if you intend to fight all of these Bjarni, singly or together, I would ask you do it -outside.-" With as many people as were in the Pig, there were those, regrettably, that he was unable to speak to personally. Livia he knew, a solid customer. There were also new faces (Kazim) but in speaking to Livia, Owen had little doubt she'd be able to turn the fellow into a paying customer, and of course the other new -c-

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Wulfhere_Aurox : *So they had each others names now. That was a good a start as any. Though a start to what, was the real question. Wulfhere did not have friends, he had people he knew through work so this was an irregular encounter for him. Its oddness brought about a slight feeling of anxiety but it was nothing crippling, just the instinctual dislike of the unknown. But Wulfhere was hardly one to let a challenge go untouched. He, like Bailey was a new comer to the city. The wilds were his >

Owen_Daxus : face (Shadows), but that worthy fellow was already drinking, so Owen had no complaints at all. Of course, there was also Malhin, whose anger was plain as day on her face. Granted, she'd been drinking here long enough, knew Owen long enough, to respect the law of the land within the Pig's walls. While Owen didn't think she would outright club the challenger (Altair) out of habit, there was also the chance she might do so if anger got the better of her. "My dear Malhin! I am more than -c-

Owen_Daxus : pleased to see you after our journey! I know how happy you must be to be back, among your friends and family," he looked around at the gathered Bjarni (sans Signe, who'd gone off to the bar). Of course, Malhin had to go and ruin it by hurling a bottle at Altair's head. Well, there went the neighborhood. If nothing else, Owen's men were on standby to break up anything that may grow too bad. -e-

LiviaDarkthar : wait why do I feel like Owen is pimping me out there?)

Wulfhere_Aurox : home and this realm of stone was far from that. But he had some experience, and it showed when she made a note of their potential destination. The Golden Hound. Well how about that. Wulfheres gaze stared at the moderately distant tavern sign down one of the ajoining streets. He knew of that place, even if only by name. The Golden Hound was the reputed lurk for the Red Hunt, the band of mercenaries that the elven woman Jadewyn led. Wulfheres thoughts drift back to the recent >

CεLεsτ : cmon girl, reel em in ]

Wulfhere_Aurox : past, both to a time when Johnathan had requested he touch bases with the mercenaries as well as the previous night when the first stages of an assault upon the sewers had been conducted. Wulfheres thoughts on mercenaries were not of the positive inclination, but curiosity was on par with it and so he followed through with his desire to get a better look at this place they occupied. Wulfhere stared at that Tavern sign for a good long few moments, his body going awfully >

ShadowsFall_Fortune : He would hear her foot steps before he would hear the rasp of her voice. " Well if it isnt the little lady that took an ass kicking and landed on me. You know had to get new leathers after that. " Sipping the drink that he had gotten from Owen. He would turn back to the man and say. " What ever my niece Livia owes at the end of the night let me know." With a smile back at Signe, " And this one to." Yeah he knew their reputations. Just the mood he was in he didnt care. -c-

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§iġƞͼ : Hey, Eve ))

J`raal Kandar : Welcome home!][

ShadowsFall_Fortune : everyone is at the Pig get your ass here)

·Jadewyn· : I have to get going. Thanks for playing, Kin. Sorry I couldn't recruit you tonight, Wulf. Maybe Kin can -elbowwwwwwwsssss- ))

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Wulfhere_Aurox : still as he considered the path ahead. But he nodded his head slowly and replied without looking back to Bailey, the faintest hint of a more comradly disposition that had been slipping its way into his words now dispelled and replaced by the far more familiar coldness of neutrality.* "That place will do." E

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : ONE MOMENT)

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : putting on pants)

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : LOL)

§iġƞͼ : Who needs pants? -every Bjarni stares confused- ))

CεLεsτ : and we thought we had a vamp problem.. ]

Altair_Kiasco : At least the vamp's don't toss bottle of whiskey at my head. )

§iġƞͼ : The great epic battle of the century will be the Vamps vs the Bjarni ))

ShadowsFall_Fortune : " Fine debts paid. And I will get the next to." Smirking as she would talk of a bet. There was a hint in her voice. Tilting his head at her as she walked away. Well she did have a nice ass so there was that. Oh what the hell. You only live once, or twice. Three times if you were lucky and knew a guy. Following after her. " So whats this bet little warrior." In the back of his mind he knew one of them was going to hate themselves in the morning. And it wasnt going to be because of drinking.-d-

LiviaDarkthar shudders at her uncle flirting)

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : It wasn't that she was new to the city, it was that she didn't often come in, not since the war had ended a long time ago, not since she had been declared dead. She only came once every so often to get supplies. Covering her face and often giving a false name, the woman stayed in the city a few days and then found herself loaded up the carriage she somehow found or bought and then got on her way back to her little cabin in the mountain. Eyes lingered on him a moment as he seemed to be>

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : ++++ Perhaps it was the opposites within the pair of them that brought their attraction. Granted, they were about as opposite as a pair could be, but they managed to click so well that somehow, everything worked out. Regardless of how Jadewyn viewed the Captain of the Guard, Kin'arak looked at it like an unfortunate waste. If the Captain failed them all, then perhaps this sewer assault would be quick and ugly and they'd all die. Well, no. He'd make sure Jadewyn got out ->

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Garrick had received his punished at the hands of Prince Kol no less would it stop him from his job no, he had to deal with vampires inside teh whole that was the empire sighing while sitting in his chair leaning forward though the only thing touching his back was the rather thin black shirt he wore today, the fire whip had done it's job in slowing his healing process to a point he would seem normal beside the scent of sulfur and burnt flesh. Those twenty lashing were because he broke teh rules and well had to be shown not even he was above the Law<C>

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : safely, and hang all the rest. Nonetheless, there was enough for Kin'arak to cut his teeth upon, especially as Jadewyn pointed out that the man ought to be recruited. "Well, I shall certainly do my best to get him into the band." As Jadewyn rose, heading upstairs, there was no mistaking the look she shot him; a summons, if he chose to accept it, for later that night. And certainly accept it he would! Once he'd tracked this fellow down. -><-

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Wulfhere_Aurox : All good Jadewyn 🙂 we'll see how thigns go haha)

§iġƞͼ : Pasting turn order for my own sanity: Crixus, Altair, Livia, Kazim, Signe, Malhin, Owen, Shadow, Garry ))

Ɇṿⱻ-Bl**d : me as well after posting my entrance lol signe}}

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§iġƞͼ : Crixus, Altair, Livia, Kazim, Signe, Malhin, Owen, Shadow, Garry, Eve? ))

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : deciding if that was a place he wanted to go before after all the silence he simply said that was the place to go. Her lips curled as she moved forward, she simply did not say anything. She was a silent woman for the most part, she didn't have people to talk in the mountain. It seemed that the two of them were not that different in their lives. He didn't seem to speak much either, it was fine though, they both didn't have much to say. She pushed forward, not expecting him to do things>

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : So there he sat at his desk reading reports with his door closed when that damn wraith of Livia's enter the room"Umm there is a door you know "Looking at teh creature who spoke of severeal things only causing teh man to shake his head"And you tell me now there are three Bjarni ina bar drinking at teh same time"Truthfully he carried little about a new vampire at that moment after all he knew if something happened it would likely be the Bjarni to make a right mess of everything""Come one lets go and make sure shit does not get out of hand." Garrick stood effortless even if he wanted to break his desk from the pain that shot through his body. Grabbing his rather sturdy looking High Justicar's cloak he would throw it over his shoulder departing the office only to have Blinky follow behind him"Come come lets not waste time I can only begin to think of the trouble to ensue these next couple of hours" <C>

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LiviaDarkthar : wb)

Altair_Kiasco : Bjarni. So prolific at bar brawls that we're calling in Vamps to keep order =P )

Altair_Kiasco : welcome back!)

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LiviaDarkthar : yes?)

§iġƞͼ : 🍻🍻🍻🍻 ))

CεLεsτ : thanks]

LiviaDarkthar : WH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

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§iġƞͼ : You joining the fray, Cel? ))

LiviaDarkthar : NVM)

§iġƞͼ : Crixus, Altair, Livia, Kazim, Signe, Malhin, Owen, Shadow, Garry, Eve, [CELEST?] ))

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : for her, so when they reached the door, she simpled pulled it open and held it for him to take it before moving in. Once inside the door, she shook the snow from her hook but did not remove her hood nor the other things on her body. Keeping her features hidden even in the warmth that Tavern provided.

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : so Bailey, Wulf, Kin?)

§iġƞͼ : (I am laughing at every chance to paste that crazy order BAHAHA) ))

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : sounds good)

CεLεsτ : lolol oh hell no ]

CεLεsτ : ill just watch through the window all creeper like ]

Altair_Kiasco : Pfft, like this is gonna stay indoors =D )

CεLεsτ : whoever gets beat up the most becomes vamp food. i like my meat tender ]

Altair_Kiasco : Ah balls, good chance that'll be me. )

Wulfhere_Aurox : *Wulf was long and swift of stride, though he kept his pace moderate and to something closer to casual than the typical purposeful march he moved about with. It was only a short half minute that it took them to walk the distance to the Golden Hounds front and it was a silent minute, Wulfheres mind locked onto the prospect of these mercenaries. A smaller fraction of his mind knew it to be a rude thing to take such priority in the task especially so soon after meeting what >

ShadowsFall_Fortune : I dont see house Dragoon coming out on the good end tonight)

LiviaDarkthar : Me either uncle lol)

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Even Garrick had his memories with the Bjarni some unpleasant others he held fond in meeting them, but he knew the trouble they could cause if someone stepped out of line. So feet swiftly carried him toward the Purple pig to see a smashed window "Great it's already started"He threw his hands up looking at Blinky"I blame you for this" Had the wretched wraith not wasted time to fetch him he probably could have somehow stop said window breaking but he doubted that Stepping into the tavern quickly enough , yes the man oozed sex appeal with every step he took, the way in which he moved was precise like every step was planned before it was even taken or that he had around taken it before arriving there. Garrick was after all much more than what your average person know, yes Malhin, Signe and Altair and now Livia all knew the truth but everyone else only knew him as some imperial person caught within the military machine that was the empire.<C>

Wulfhere_Aurox : could potentially be a like minded individual. But when it came to appraising these mercenaries that was a hunt of its own kind and if there was anything that hooked his attention it was the prospect of a hunt. Frost covered windows provided a warm glow from within the tavern and through its Store front the muted sound of patrons enjoying its entertainments could be heard. It was a warm presentation, almost a welcoming one if you weren't going there with purpose on your >

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Yes the scent of death followed his every move before coming to settle behind Signe"Boo"He whispered on those ever so silent footsteps before vanishing back into teh crowd punching Malhin in the side as he moved through the crowd. He came to stand on the side of teh table Opposite of Livia and Kazim between Altair and Crixus the newest Bjarni he had heard off"Altair what have you done now?"Looking at Livia and then Kazim through those sapphire and ice blue eyes of his<E>

Crixus : Test?))

Altair_Kiasco : You're still here )

Wulfhere_Aurox : mind. Wulfhere acknowledged Baileys opening of the door with a nod of his head before stepping in through the door and off to the side as to not block Baileys own entrance. And there he stopped, pausing so his half shaved head can ever so slowly pan his gaze over the common rooms interior and study all within. He found no one of familiarity, no elven ranger at least. Others occupied this place, some turning their heads to see who had just entered before resuming their >

Ɇṿⱻ-Bl**d She was on duty since early this morning and she needed a drink and maybe something more that she kept stashed in the room she still payed for at the Pig. She would go there first. She had to walk through Old Town since they have had her stationed near the same man hole her and a group of men went down to fight those creatures. She has had a lote on her mind after the meeting last night . She would stop short at the broken window at the Pig and blink a moment wondering <c>

Wulfhere_Aurox : chosen diversions for the evening. What did catch Wulfheres eye was a crimson spear, the sort that was designed for boar hunting. It lent against a table at which a single man sat. Wulfheres attention locked onto that, his gaze until Bailey entered behind him. Wulfhere snapped out of his focus and returned his attention to the shorter, cloak shrouded woman. Even here she remained concealed which was irregular to say in the least. It was warm now, almost painfully so in >

LiviaDarkthar : my poor blinky lol)

Wulfhere_Aurox : contrast to the chill outside. Wulfhere flexed his fists open and shut to work out the tingling. To Bailey he spoke, his deep voice lower in volume though certainly not conspiratorially so.* "What place do you desire to sit? E

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : one moment, need the ladies room)

Wulfhere_Aurox : Onto Kin now anyways.)

Ɇṿⱻ-Bl**d what was going on as she pushed the door open and step inside to look around. She saw a bunch of famiarl faces but made a beeline for the stairs to change and grab a bottle of brew to mix with her regaurl drink she always had. <d>

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : he asked me to go first)

Crixus : Celest you posting?))

Altair_Kiasco : I need Celest to walk into this insanity. It would be the cherry on top =P )

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : so I don't know who is going where)

ShadowsFall_Fortune : all of us cept you and Wulf and Kin are in the purple pig)

ShadowsFall_Fortune : No comment Alt)

LiviaDarkthar : Nate you hopping in in?)

Nate : Might be too late for me to actually join in tonight. Just getting the lay of things like I mentioned.)

ShadowsFall_Fortune : come back anytime)

CεLεsτ : thats ok crix you go ahead ]

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : ++++ Perhaps it was fate working in his favor that the next set of people to walk into the Hound, just after Jadewyn's departure, included the big man she'd mentioned. He was tall, though not so tall as Kin'arak, but certainly more broad in the shoulders and more muscled. Granted, Kin'arak had never judged much by his own physique, which was closer towards slender than it was overly muscled. Pushing his chair back, Kin'arak walked without preamble up to the fellow and his ->

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : female companion. Stopping a little closer than he probably should have (for personal space had ever been a bit of an issue), he looked at the sides of the man's head, studying the tattoos. "Well, what fortune I have! The Captain of the Red Hunt was just speaking about you, and here you are! I'm to attempt to recruit you, it seems, so, good fellow, how do you feel about signing up to join the Red Hunt? Greatest mercenary band in all of Immortalis and, quite possibly, the ->

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : entire realm." Well, granted, he might have built it up a bit too much, but who didn't embellish? -><-

CεLεsτ : celest will have a fit ]

CεLεsτ : but someone get their butt kicked so i have someone to play with ]

Altair_Kiasco : Oh, well if that's what you're looking for, Mal will be free shortly << )

LiviaDarkthar : cant wait to see how that goes LOL)

LiviaDarkthar : beat his ass Mahlin)

Crixus : Oh this was bad here he was half a bottle in watching everyone with those quick eyes but it was Altair slamming his bottle down and challenging the other two Bjarni, it cause him to slam his bottle down remembering he had not gave Altair his bet yet"You run Naked in streets shackled behind back" He said and then it came he knew not why Malhin hurdled a bottle of Altair's head but she did and his eyes went wide as it flew through the air only causing him to remember he was<C>

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J`raal Kandar : Welcome!][

ShadowsFall_Fortune : Welcome)

Crixus : still way too sober for this just yet so he would finish his bottle in a few big gulps"Another "Shouting to teh bar keep who had another wench bring him another bottle as he smacked her on the ass while she walked away"Losing be you"He said cracking the bottle as he let out a loud belch the fire that burned in his throat was a warm welcome"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Raising his bottle to the others"Come all drink's on Altay"<C>

Salu_TwinBlades : Thank you both)

Alberdine : welcome! ]]

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : The warmth of the place didn't bother her, neither did the fact that she was still wearing her clothes, instead she simply found herself comfortable. This was something that she was used to doing and would continue to do. Its more about her features that she liked to keep hidden and she would look funny only taking off one glove. Her eyes lingered on the people in there, more likely they were staring at them because they made an odd looking couple. Her dressed entirely from head to toe>

ShadowsFall_Fortune : yw)

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : and him barely in a anything coming in from the snow. Her eyes lingered around the room before she heard him ask where she wanted to sit. Of course before sh had a chance to answer, a man came up to speak wit him, she took her step back to keep her distance, she actually was using Wulfhere to shadow her face from the man, she didn't need questions about her features or about who she was or what she was going here. She had only given her name to Wulfhere because he gave his, but he>

Crixus : IT was when Garrick approached in his ever so silent way that caused him to nearly topple out of his chair looking at the man like he was some kind god in his tan skin, the smell of blood ever apparent on his and something else. Leaning closer to sniff at the man and it hit him the smell of burnt flesh was unmistakable it was something he was used to takes to their primitive ways back home, the man had suffered long and hard journey to get to where he was today a member<C>

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : hadn't asked many other questions, and she quite enjoyed that. Trustnot something she gave easily, so if in time she learned to trust him, then perhaps she would tel him,but now, no.~

Crixus : Bjarni though it wasn't always that way but he didn't dwell on such thoughts in that moment he was focused on kicking Altairs ass and making him run naked through the streets shackled behind his back..<E>

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Welcome Salu))

Salu_TwinBlades : Thank you )

Wulfhere_Aurox : *Wulfhere took the time he required to reach up and brush the snow from his shoulders and head, the short walk to the Hound more than enough time to accumulate a dusting of snow. But he wasn't a minute in the door before someone had approached him. It almost seemed as if Wulfheres arrival had been anticipated. The individual was a tall, slender and pale individual, the slightness of frame and his height only adding to the impression of thinness. Wulfhere heard out the >

Altair_Kiasco The glare that Signe shot his way, was met unflinchingly by the Pathinder Captain who was clutching that whiskey bottle as if it were his only lifeline in the middle of a tsunami. He remembered their conversation, enough to know that he’d probably broken the terms of their agreement. Signe would come for him eventually, but tonight, tonight he would flinch from nothing. He would meet the maelstrom of insanity with everything he had. The anger he held for that wild eyed Bjarni hurricane was almost limitless at the moment. He knew what she was thinking, as clearly as he knew his own thoughts. She blamed him, she always blamed him. The callous woman had the emotional maturity of a fucking grapefruit, and she dared to <C>

Altair_Kiasco blame him for walking off. (You did vanish. For months. Without warning.) those thoughts were dismissed, they were meaningless, and more important they meant that he’d have to admit he was wrong. Ironically, it was something he’d been prepared to do until the Bjarni woman catapulted herself through the window. Now that he was seeing her again, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck raising, every part of him screamed to do something, anything! For once in his cowardly, double talking life, meet a problem head on! “I’ll deal with you later.” He shot to Livia, bristling at once again being called her Rabbit. He’d tolerate it from the woman when she was ill, but tonight was not the night to test luck with him. <C>

Altair_Kiasco It was then that Owen’s voice reached him. Fighting? No, he’d meant drinking. For a moment his tunnel vision cleared, and he saw the rowdy crowd around them taking, and placing bets in equal measure. Apparently, he’d been misunderstood. Well, that suited him fine too. “I won’t bust up your precious bar.” He spit the words, seeming unduly annoyed at Owen. Maybe it was the way he was speaking so comfortably with Malhin, maybe it was just the fact that right at this moment all roads led to him being pissed off. “Wait, you want me to run naked through the streets!?” Crixus had caught his attention for a moment, quite possibly the worst moment in fact. It was only out of the corner of his eye that he caught the flying bottle <C>

Altair_Kiasco Moving his head out of the path of impact. That twirling bottle just barely clipped his ear, causing no small amount of pain, but what quickly drowned that out was the fact that nothing else came his way. Oh, he tried to pay attention to his bet with Crixus, but, he was just feeling too nettled. A single bottle, and that was all. He’d seen Malhin handle light inconveniences in much the same manner as she tried to handle him now. Well, he wasn’t going to put up with that. “Fine, know what. You win Crixus. I’ll run through the damn town naked.” His words were punctuated by the bottle he tossed to the ground. Hearing the glass shatter, and the liquid <c>

Altair_Kiasco splashing across the floor. “You fucking chicken!” He was shouting now, and it was quite clear who he was shouting at. “That all you got for me Malhin? One fucking bottle?” The words were growled out, as he stalked out from behind the table and started towards the Bjarni warrior, and by extension Owen. “Yeah, I know! Don’t wreck the fucking bar!” Words barked towards Owen, he didn’t know the man, and in fact any other day would likely have been polite as could be. Right now, well it was a different story entirely. “Though I don’t think Malhin’s got it in her to throw a punch, so, you’re probably safe.” Oh, he was snarling now, and one might think he was going to throw a punch right at Malhin. <C>

Altair_Kiasco Except no, Owen was right. They shouldn’t fight here. That wouldn’t stop him from tossing barbs at Malhin as he stalked by them now. He needed air, needed to think, needed to clear the rage that was thrumming through his veins. It felt like his blasted blood was on fire, he only ever felt like this around her, and even that was pissing him off. Once he was outside, in the cold, maybe he’d calm down. Maybe he wouldn’t even make it that far, he had turned his back on the Vargen, after all. <d>

Wulfhere_Aurox : offer, explanation and greeting all in one while he looked the individual up and down. By the time Wulfheres gaze had traveled back up and locked on the mans own eyes His words were done and Wulfhere considered his own. Outwardly Wulfs disposition was as cold as he felt towards the mercenaries. It was true he knew nothing of this band of fighters but his past experiences and general moral out look put him at odds with them on principle. Wulfs words of reply were almost >

Wulfhere_Aurox : rude in their curtness. The door had only just closed behind them and this one was slinging offers of recruitment at him. Some might call that desperate.* "Can we sit?" *Wulfhere indicated the 'We' with a glance to bailey a short ways behind him, his eyes lingering there a moment and a short nod of his head reassuring her of his awareness. He wasn't about to forget that he had come here originally upon a social engagement, no matter how spontaneous it was.* E

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CεLεsτ : Hallo ]

Lorena_Marquez : {{Hello}}

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : this wll be my last post, sorry to bail on ya, but it's been a long day)

J`raal Kandar : Welcome back!][

Salu_TwinBlades the walk seem like it would never end as he calmly walked in to the town the oiled skin black hood robe the inside fur lined his face shadowed by the hood as he made his way through the people in the streets as he fallows his nose an ears as he makes his way down the board walk to the door of Purple Pig reaching out with his right hand and soon moving the latch as he steps into the bar an closing the door behind him as he brushes the snow off his shoulders and hood=

Lorena_Marquez : {{TY}}

LiviaDarkthar : Saul want to get in on the posting order hun?)

Crixus : Livia your turn))

ShadowsFall_Fortune : shes typing)

LiviaDarkthar Seeing her uncle go off with the woman that had been cutting eyes at her was not a welcoming thing. But it was none of her concern. He had his own life to lead. And she had heres. About to call out to him, when Garrick would enter the bar. Oh thank the gods. It was about time that some sort of normality came to the chaos. And it was sad that she was calling him and all of it normal. Waving him and her Wraith over. " Garrick seems we have a new friend in town. As our welcome wagon. I thought you two would like to meet."-c-

LiviaDarkthar : Add Salu to the order lol)

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : *yawns*)

🇧🇦🇮🇱🇪🇾 : I'm' gonna let Wulf mode me out, i'm too tired)

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Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : ++++ Oh! Yes! Manners! Well, sometimes Kin'arak forgot such things. It wasn't out of any sense of purposeful rudeness rather than a wish to be direct. Still, it reminded him he needed to remember such mortal courtesies as they'd go a long way towards making recruitment easier. "Of course, of course!" Kin'arak exclaimed. "Please, sit. I already have a table. I would offer some of what I have been drinking, but apparently rum, vodka and prune juice is an odd mix to most ->

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : people." Suiting his words, Kin'arak moved back towards the table he'd been seated at, dropping down comfortable next to the red-painted boar spear and making himself comfortable. "I am Kin'arak Valnor, chronicler and second in command of the Red Hunt. I'm afraid I don't know your name, though. Jadewyn only told me to look out for a man she described briefly meeting as, well, you!" -><-

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J`raal Kandar : Welcome!][

Bєrηα∂єттє∵Pαrkєr : welcome ))

CεLεsτ : Celest passed by the Purple Pig just several moments earlier than Altairs exit, curious as to where him and his odorous friend had ended up. The noise as she neared seemed to be deafening and the crowd was confirmed when Celest caught a view of the inside as another patron entered. Chaos seemed to be ensuing, and beer and bets were handed back and forth. The true bantering of mortals. Celest personally had never experienced such a gathering of its force [c]

Alberdine : Welcome! ]]

ĜąβéΜσгtĩѕ : i thank you )

LiviaDarkthar : This was her way of saying. Hey there is a new vampire in town can you please get your ass in here and see what is going on. Cause I am way over my head at the damn moment. It was when Altair spoke with such Venom in his voice, that it would attract her attention. Causing that little bit of hate in her to rise up. The two of them were like oil and water. Friends that hated each other just a little bit. Turning in his direction now for the first time since they had entered the place. " You sir will not deal with me later. If you have something to say to me. I say you say it now. Or keep your mouth shut. Less things that are better left unsaid are said."-c-

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Bєrηα∂єттє∵Pαrkєr : Pupper! ))

J`raal Kandar : Welcome!][

Wulfhere_Aurox : *Who ever this man was he was straight to the point, that was respectful enough. But between coming that little bit to close and the haste of his greeting Wulfhere was put off. Not the best start to things but then again he hadn't been expecting a pleasant encounter. There was more than his desire to be saciated however and seeking Baileys thoughts on the matter he once again half turned about to find the woman. But she was gone. The tail of her white furred cloak >

DuräŋgoBläck : *Rolls In* Food Lady!! )

Alberdine : Welcomes! ]]

Bєrηα∂єттє∵Pαrkєr : I'm watching a gigantic tavern chaos scene o.o -hides by pupper lol- ))

J`raal Kandar : -Zazxx hides with them both-][

Bєrηα∂єттє∵Pαrkєr : D< ))

DuräŋgoBläck : *Stands protectively!* )

Alberdine : you have minions things to do for me Zaxx ]]

LiviaDarkthar Rising to her feet quickly. Blinky ever at her back. " I have done just fine with having you at my estate. And I have not had to deal with rumors and or stupid notions not having you around. No go back to your drink and your woman and do me a favor and leave me be sir." reading her self she would head back over to the bar to get a new bottle. Her feelings were hurt and she was at the end of her rope. -d-

J`raal Kandar : -Zazxx goes to do minion stuff for Albe after peeking up Bern's skirt-][

CεLεsτ : and crassness and for that she found herself backing away from the establishment the way a cat would from a potential threat. She would come back to the tavern later, and up to her room once the majority of the crowd was gone. So, turning, Celest once more headed away from the tavern towards nothingness. Was the lock down still in effect? she wondered. By the crowd of the tavern it didnt appear so, but perhaps the lock down just meant no wandering the city at night [c]

CεLεsτ : alone. She hadnt thought to ask, truthfully, for she didnt suspect it to be a threat to her. [d]

Wulfhere_Aurox : disappeared out the door as the last hint of Baileys presence, the door shutting a moment later with a clack of wood on wood. Wulfhere found that an odd thing, for someone to depart so suddenly. But then again from what little time they had shared she had only been odd if anything. Wulfhere spared a moment to watch the frost blurred form of Bailey stride past one of the front windows before turning back to the matter of the mercenaries. He couldn't stop the woman from >

Alberdine : -sprays Zazxx with a spray bottle like a cat- this is why we can't have nice things ]]

LiviaDarkthar : Posting order?)

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Crixus, Altair, Livia, Kazim, Signe, Malhin, Owen, Shadow, Garry, Eve,))

Altair_Kiasco : I think Salu is after Eve? )

Altair_Kiasco : I can't even tell anymore. It has descended into full blown chaos. )

CεLεsτ : lol ]

LiviaDarkthar : yes Salu hun you go after Eve)

CεLεsτ : its interesting to read though ]

LiviaDarkthar : Cel you in?)

CεLεsτ : no girl but thanks, just was passing by ]

Wulfhere_Aurox : departing. Perhaps there would be another time. His concern for her faded quickly. He had matters here he could focus on. Only a short ways behind Wulfhere followed the man back to the table with the crimson boar spear. It was a good a sitting place as any so Wulfhere found his way down into one of the tables empty seats. Sitting Wulfhere looked uncomfortable, at least on a chair. He was stiff with his typical composure but also with a sense of impending confrontation, >

LiviaDarkthar : kk hun)

Altair_Kiasco : We'll draw her in eventually. )

CεLεsτ : i mean i wanna play dont get me wrong, I just dont wanna add to the chaos. lol ]

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : The chaos, was building, surging around him like surf around a boulder upon a storm swept shore. Like that boulder, he was a center of calm detachment, observing without interaction, locking away within his mind the bits of information that were revealed. He did not partake in the emotional display, nor would he engage in a physical brawl, unless forced to by circumstance. It was the scent of burned flesh, tainted with notes of sulphur that piqued his interest. =c=

Alberdine : The more the merrier! ]]

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J`raal Kandar : Welcome!][

CεLεsτ : Welcome ]

Alberdine : Welcomes! ]]

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Welcome))

Harrison_ONeill : <<Yo x4>>

Wulfhere_Aurox : his dislike of mercenary groups already coloring his attitude. But he would hear them out, and ask questions of his own. Who knows..maybe these ones would be different. He couldn't help but note the mans name as something curious, different certainly. Kin'arak Valnor. It was a name that sounded like it had meaning and purpose. His introduction was polite enough, hell it was almost cheerful. Happy people put Wulfhere on edge. He struggled to fathom how people could be >

ĜąβéΜσгtĩѕ A young man wearing a heavy coat with fur around the hood and wrists with warms pants and boots. His wings were protected against the harsh winds were starting to wear off and needed to land soon. He spotted some light in the distance. He made his way towards the light but just a fw feet away , his wings gave out as he prepared himself for the plunge. He landed in a pile of snow leabving an imprint of a snow angel. <c>

Wulfhere_Aurox : overly happy in a world like this. Wulfhere was no pessimist he simply understood that life was hardship. And that wasn't exactly fun. His admittance to second in command confirmed that Jadewyn was the leader of the band but she was not present. That was a pity but no major let down. Wulfhere was certain he could learn all he needed to know from Kin'arak. Wulfhere declined the curious mix of drink that was offered upon sitting, his tastes leaning more towards simple >

Wulfhere_Aurox : things like water. He offered his own name of course, though no handshake went with it.* "My name is Wulfhere Aurox. Now you have a name." There was a gap between Wulfheres greeting and the question that followed. As always he considered his words carefully and cut straight to the point. "You are very quick to offer recruitment. I don't imagine you know much about me." E

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : That specific form of punitive measure, was in common usage among the kindred, owing to their vulnerability to fire. Thus he was curious to see whom it was that had incurred the wrath of the prince. Gold flecked tawny eyes studied the man the scent emanated from...Garrick...the name had been provided by the young childe...whose vitae carried a scent that was so....He pushed that thought aside once more, like fine wine...age would make it all the sweeter. =c=

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : He set aide the glass that held the preserved blood, and stood. He was of average height, with the slender athletic build of a warrior, and skin the color of chocolate. =f=

§iġƞͼ : -< If Signe was the only one there who could stop Malhin from fighting, those in the hurricane’s path were shit out of luck, because the warrioress was now beginning the dance of a gamble that this Dragon Rider Captain seemed willing to take her up on (and if he wanted to blow his money on a bunch of drinks, she’d make him hurt for it, too; Bjarni lived for very few major categories of hedonistic pleasures, and one of those categories was drinking). He’d not get a swoon out of this one, nor a flutter of lashes. His financial suffering if he wanted to make that kind of tab offering. Maybe he just didn’t know Bjarni reputation well enough yet – but he *would.* She heard a bottle crash, which lured a languid side glance out of Signe, whose mouth shifted toward a faint and fleeting smirk, discovering that it [c]

§iġƞͼ : must have been the storm bells for the tempest rolling in called Malhin. Gaining confirmation out of Shadows that he’d consider bets with the Flail Mistress of the Bjarni, hearing Malhin’s voice pip up about gambling had Signe turn to face toward both Shadows and Mal with a solemn, single nod, with measuring eyes fixed on this Shadows. That room had a Pathfinder Captain, a Warriors of the Axe Captain, a Dragon Riders’ Captain, a High Justicar, and who the hell else of some sort of rank? Those were the ones she surveyed so far. Oh, and there were some pretty faces in here, too, sure enough. As far as faces went, her right cheek up to the shoreline of her eye was marbled with fire scarring, but what Bjarni worth their fists gave a good god damn about the pristine immaculacy of their appearances? [c]

§iġƞͼ : No scars meant you probably didn’t get into fights worth mentioning. Maybe being set on fire from the inside out wasn’t exactly the lengths a Bjarni would suggest *going* to to get some noteworthy scars, but she’d survived it to brawl another night. “Fight me. Three hits wins. No weapons, just brawling.” She posed the scenario, plain and simple. “I win, you own my tab here for a month,” she set her side of the terms in her rasped murmur, clearly some outcome of an insane lifestyle. She slanted her face slightly to the right while she waited to hear his terms, Owen approached in a friendly manner and laid the rules of the tavern: No fighting within the Purple Pig. “Outside.” She added to the arrangement then, being that this man had just seen to it everyone got a free drink, she could at least respect that with some [c]

§iġƞͼ : compliance (well played, sir). The terms this Shadows used toward Signe were only internally chalked up against his favor. Who in their right mind called any Bjarni of any size ‘little?’ The worst one of all was Malhin, NEVER call her little. Ever. She wasn’t going to wait around now, though, she’d take his terms as they walked to the door. She gave Malhin a glance in passing to ensure their eyes met – which would relay to her comrade that she was stepping out for a fight – thank the fucking gods she was finally up for a brawl. Bjarni tended not to care if they won or lost either, they learned from both; what they wanted were the worthy fights that pushed you, or could be spun into a great story over the next night’s drinks. As she stalked to the door, her bear pelt weighed on her shoulders in her wake, Garrick walked in, and [c]

§iġƞͼ : reactively she shoved an elbow at him as they passed, keeping the rest of her body language fairly detached. She didn’t even need to tell him what was going on, Garrick knew Bjarni ways, and like hell Signe was just *leaving* a tavern full of fellow tribesmen and trouble still ripe for the plucking. She was definitely stepping out to fight. When Eve walked in, one of the city guards she’d seen before, Signe pinched a slight wink at her as a nonverbal way to relay that yes yes, she was stepping out, no need to toss her out or arrest her, the brawl was going into the street. She heard Crixus yell out about running naked in the streets shackled behind back, and whatever it meant – she didn’t know the bet – it would *definitely* make a worthwhile story to share over drinks or training. Crixus was among a [c]

§iġƞͼ : younger generation of tributes sent into the military machine from the Dragon Peak Mountains, and true to his first days of captivity to the present, he was a feisty shit, doing Bjarni proud. It seemed, as she passed, that Crixus won a bet where their terms were to drag Altair naked through the streets. Classic Bjarni wager – shit, she’d gone naked through the snow before when she’d lost her side, and more, had to jump off the docks into the freezing Immortal Bay. Another time, she’d won the silks off one of the Empress’s handmaiden’s backs – but then lost the double or nothing and they both ended up naked. There’s a theme here. “Is his foot lucky?” She grumbled in her hoarse whisper of a voice at this whole ‘Rabbit’ thing she’d caught again. “I want his boot.” She added as though she were talking about [c]

ShadowsFall_Fortune : this is gonna hurt like hell)

§iġƞͼ : something drab, now that Altair was doomed to strip and be dragged around Immortalis nude thanks to his lost bet. Oh, she heard Altair take a verbal jab at Malhin. Sleep well, sweet prince. Once she stepped outside, the warrioress was rotating each wrist in turn, loosening the ligaments in anticipation of this gambling spar. She didn’t leave terms open to her opponent if she didn’t live up to fulfilling them. She’d run naked, given up clothes, bought food, bought ale, bought food and ale, taken beatings, taken people on the winning and losing sides of bets to her bed, traded currency, beaten others on behalf of comrades, and so many other things all in the name and glory of the sacred bet. Bjarni lived for risk, and being strong enough to face consequences to prove themselves. So into the wintry air Signe and Shadows stepped, prepared to brawl. Unfortunately for Signe, [c]

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : ++++ "I know you are male," Kin'arak countered, looking puzzled. "I know you carry weapons like you know how to use them. I know you know the Captain of the Guard and that you have tattoos on your head. I know your name is Wulfhere Aurox and I know Jadewyn is interested in seeing you recruited to the Red Hunt. What else would need to know?" No, he was not the best at this sort of thing. Nonetheless, Kin'arak -did- want to see more recruits within the Red Hunt, as much as ->

§iġƞͼ : a gryphon flew over where she stood earlier in the day and left behind horrid droppings (the likes similar to the disastrous mess that spilled over Altair on a previous occasion; that gryphon Eos was a menace!). The problem wasn’t that the ground was soft with shit. It was that there was a slick of unusual ice frozen just beneath a light dusting of snow that masked the white, frozen mess – utterly foreign to the mountain-born woman’s experience. She had surveyed the ground for tricky variables like ice or broken cobbles…. Not for masked gryphon shit. So when she turned to take a stance to face off against Shadows, fate already was laughing at the stoical warrioress: her toe was planted on a treacherous slick. So when she pushed off to initiate their spar to take a swing at him with her right fist, her toe spun out from under her, dropping Signe to a crouch. Fucking gryphons. [d] >-

§iġƞͼ : Btw we did a dice roll and I got a one lmfao, thus that outcome XD ]

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : Jadewyn did. If this fellow was as good as one could assume from his outward image, he'd be a welcome recruit indeed. Granted, he wasn't a very chatty sort, but that worked out well in Kin'arak's favor, largely because the latter man was used to interacting with Jadewyn and not the larger world of people, with whom he felt a tad uncomfortable with. Ah, well. Who said sitting down and talking to people was easy. "So, Wulfhere Aurox, if you're interested, it's rather simple. ->

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : You sign up, you get an equal share of whatever profit we make on a contract. Jadewyn's firm, but fair. Not into killing women and children and the like. She takes good jobs. We've already downed a displacer beast, two girallon and caught a runaway ocelot." -><-

CεLεsτ : -puts on a clear green visor, sticks a cigar in her mouth, and starts waving papers- bets starting at $100! ]

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ShadowsFall_Fortune : The female was smaller than him. But he was guessing given the right incentive she could kick his ass. He had seen it happen. His sisters often fought against men and won. But they were what they were after all. Shadows himself had come from a race of warriors but also well..... they were the gods. Gods of a realm called The High Plains. Each with their own gifts. He was the god of shadows. Or well Demi-god. One of the smaller ones. Most that prayed to him were those that were thieves, or assassins. His father had him trained by all kinds of warriors, different styles and out-combs. -c-

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Altair_Kiasco : Oh, guess who left and who wins by default! )

ĜąβéΜσгtĩѕ slowly came around as he staggered to his feet wipin the snow off his coat. His wings werr now frozen as he sighs taking a gaze and began travelling once again toards the lit city in the distance. He coulsd feelk th ecold from his wings seepoing into him and had to move faster. He moved through the snow quickly ciming to a clearing where he could see the market place (if there is one). He would ignore the cold of his wings as he arrived standing at the gateway<c>

Wulfhere_Aurox : *Wulfhere listened as Kin rattled off a list of details he knew, most of which were hardly the sort of thing that was required to vet a mercenary. And it was jsut the sort of recruitment process that Wulfhere disliked. They knew he was at least adept with his weapons but there was not even a single wonder as to his morals. Who was he? what did he believe in? What were his goals? To Wulfheres mind the integrity of the individual mattered just as much as their ability to do >

ĜąβéΜσгtĩѕ catching a breath a moment before he made his way into the market place hoping yto fine a warm bar or tavern to let his wings Thaw out <d>

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ShadowsFall_Fortune : But all that was behind him in a life long forgotten. Now it was a new life. He would have given up most of his powers to live like his family. Well some of them. He had lost the power of shadows. But he did have the immortal life, and some of the speed and strength. So when she brought up him and her having a brawl. Well that was brought a smile to his face. " Fine you wanna brawl little lady we will. And if I win...." leaning down to her height. " You go hunting with me. In the mountains. To see what is coming after my dragons." It was a simple request. But he would probably have his ass kicked.-c-

Wulfhere_Aurox : battle. In his youthful mind he saw only folly, though the truth was he had no skill or experience when it came to organizing people into groups such as a merc company. Wulfhere set his hands on the table and remained silent as Kin finished his short offer. They didn't kill woman and children? That was a start if it was true. But did that just mean it was a higher price? Once more the concept of joining a band of people with potentially conflicting ideals irked him. It would >

Crixus : Altair you still lose by default we are Bjarni))

Altair_Kiasco : Al admitted defeat, go read the post =P )

Altair_Kiasco : I'd never welch on a Bjarni bet ya fool. )

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ShadowsFall_Fortune : They had been kicked out by Owens so they didnt wreck his bar. He could see that. The woman hand him squared off against each other. " Alright little lady shall we." The frozen ground didnt help them one damn bit. Sorta even the field. So when she went to come at him, only to slip and fall to a crouch. He would laugh. Taking this time to rush at her. His own feet would slip out from under him. Causing him to fall and start to slide across the ice coming at her. -d-

J`raal Kandar : Welcome home!][

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Wulfhere_Aurox : would be a difficult prospect to go about his own business when fealty to the company restricted him. Their tally of recent kills was something impressive. Gorillons and displacer beasts both were dangerous wild animals. He knew of them but had never encountered either, though other dangerous oddities of nature had crossed his path. Wulfhere rose an eyebrow at that. They had ability it seemed. Wulfhere avoided making a choice with a question of his own. He wanted to know >

°Iѕĸandaʀ° : ]**

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LiviaDarkthar : we still have an order?)

Crixus : *Punts Isk* this is a Bjarni party😋))

Altair_Kiasco : I think Signe and Shadow are outside the order now. )

°Iѕĸandaʀ° : I'm here, that's what matters lol]

Crixus : lol))

LiviaDarkthar : that's what I was thinking ll

Altair_Kiasco : So Crix, Liv, Kazim, Owen, Garrick, Eve, Salu )

Wulfhere_Aurox : more about their leader. If she was the one they stood behind then it would be her character that spoke volumes.* "Tell me about jadewyn." Wulfhere was eager to learn about those who he'd be potentially fighting along side. The more the better. You needed solid and dependable allies at your shoulder if you wanted to make it out of a fight like the one in the sewers and mercs who might route in the face of a job not worth their pay was a concern. It wouldn't be the first time >

Wulfhere_Aurox : it had happened to someone.* E

LiviaDarkthar : hold on how you get out of this?)

ShadowsFall_Fortune : yeah me and Signe are out of it lol)

Altair_Kiasco : Well the person I was about to beat vanished =P So, I'm taking a break. )

LiviaDarkthar : pfft)

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Crixus : Livia go handle Al))

CεLεsτ : yeah i was expecting a brawl there ]

Kiσяεη⦂Lσcкε∵ : braaaawl]

LiviaDarkthar : he chickened out on me)

Owen_Daxus : Wait, is it my post?))

LiviaDarkthar : yes)

DuräŋgoBläck : *Kicks Alt out of his cup* go fight... >.> I wanna see this )

LiviaDarkthar : and we still have Shadow out there gonna get his ass kicked by Signe)

°Iѕĸandaʀ° : LOL]

CεLεsτ : may post in between theres somewhere, just as an observer ]]

°Iѕĸandaʀ° : such confidence]

CεLεsτ : theirs* signe and shadow ]

Altair_Kiasco : Get back to posting people! )

Altair_Kiasco cracks the whip )

ShadowsFall_Fortune : no prob Cel)

Owen_Daxus : =- It seemed that everyone who was interested in fighting was heading outside. Owen gave a nod to both Signe and Altair and even went so far as to toss a wave to Eve when the woman entered and headed up the stairs. At least people listened around here! Giving a wave of his hand for his men to settle down, Owen was able to retreat back to his booth and relax, taking stock of what his next move would be while reading varied letters that briefed him on the state of Immortalis in his absence.

Owen_Daxus : -e-

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Kiσяεη⦂Lσcкε∵ : welcome.]

CεLεsτ : Hello ]

LiviaDarkthar : wb Cait)

Bєrηα∂єттє∵Pαrkєr : -drags Caitlyn with her to hide with pupper- ))

DuräŋgoBläck : *wags his butt, licks both of their cheeks* )

J`raal Kandar : Welcome back!][

Caitlyn-Blakewood ( thanks and hello and ty and ty and ish dragged away

CεLεsτ : -read that backwards, rango licks his butt-]

°Iѕĸandaʀ° : I...]

°Iѕĸandaʀ° : okay]

°Iѕĸandaʀ° : LOL]

DuräŋgoBläck : I could do that too, it needs to be cleaned. )

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Looking upon Kazim as he settled into a chair his face never flinching ever in the movements he made despite the pain he felt, Please sit sir, I am High Justicar Garrick LeMorte."He said watching as Altair get up from teh table in a full on rage that caused him to shake his head"Don't worry this is natural around here when Bjarni are about"Sighing some it was true is was teh case when the Bjarni where around all hell seemed to break loose and well it was just one of the things you could've got used to when you hang around them for any amount of time.<C>

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CεLεsτ : lol yick ]

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CεLεsτ : Hai ]

-Jason- : howdily doodily neighboreenos))

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J`raal Kandar : Welcome home!][

HËÏŅË : tyty!]

ShadowsFall_Fortune : wh)

Altair_Kiasco : HEINE!)

HËÏŅË : tyty yo]

ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Garrick had dealings with Malhin, Signe and Heine but it was Crixus and the rest that were sent as tribute he hadn't dealt with just yet and for teh most part was trying to avoid all together "Crixus I believe it is right, would you give us a few moments I would like to speak with this gentleman privately" Looking back to Livia as she spoke then moved to teh bar as he waved his hand to teh tender of course Garrick had a few bottle in certain establishments for him on reserved one of few drins that could actually get him drunk, smuggled out from his mother's personal stash, the bottle of Hair of the dragon and a few glass fond their way to table he sat at while looking at Kazim. Popping teh cork he poured one for himself before looking at the man"Would you care for one?"<E>

Crixus : hahah its a real party now))

§iġƞͼ : Just going to say that our dice rolls have been trolling the shit out of us, so here comes the next result of that LMAO ))

Crixus : *punts Heine*))

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Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : ++++ The man wanted to know about Jadewyn? Curious! Thinking, he debated what he could say about her without revealing her own personal details. "She is an unparalleled tracker and an expert with animals," he began. "A good shot with the bow and equally good with the sword. She hates orcs, for the most part. Not the most easy  of people to get along with, in some regards. She prioritizes a mission over personal feelings and she is staunch and unwavering in her loyalty to ->

HËÏŅË : even if I just post once, LOL. I don't wanna be on this computer long. Will just be writing an outsider view rofl -punts Crixus-]

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : her allies. Yet she is a hard person to get close to. This makes sense to you, I hope? I am not good at explaining things in the mortal sense. But yes, she is a very good fighter. I, myself, serve as the company's medic as well. Heavier on the healing side, though I have been known to engage in combat if the need arises. Once." Well, perhaps it wasn't the best introduction on his own behalf, but Jadewyn knew and understood why he eschewed violence. Granted, few mercenary ->

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : companies were likely to find as talented a healer, so it made up for the shortcoming, he felt. -><-

CεLεsτ : Can I can an updated list of who is where? and together in POs? ]

CεLεsτ : if anyone knows.. lol ]

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : Wulf and I are at the Golden Hound.{}

Altair_Kiasco : Crix, Liv, Kazim, and Eve are in the bar. )

HËÏŅË : I am just an outsider of the order, don't mind me.]

Altair_Kiasco : Signe and Shadow are outside the bar. )

ShadowsFall_Fortune : Signe and Shadow out front of the purple pig)

CεLεsτ : okay, got it. thanks ]

Altair_Kiasco : Al and Malhin are probably rolling around in the snow, clawing each other's eyes out! We'll have to wait to know for sure. )

§iġƞͼ : -< What in the fucking frozen hell was going on?! Where Signe had slipped on frozen gryphon shit hidden under a dusting of snow (and *white* on top of it to begin with), she reacted as quickly to falling as she could, and landed into a crouch in the snow. From there, she needed to improve her chances – and having solid footing was going to be a place to start. She loosened the bear pelt cloak she wore so that its weight fell behind her, creating an area of friction over the snowy cobblestones of the road. But before she could hop backwards to the furs, her opponent slipped, too, and was sliding toward her. “……!” Signe stared with rounded cobalt eyes, but thought this an opportunity to try and counter – though holy shit this street was horrible – there was so much black ice it seemed, mixed with whatever [c]

Wulfhere_Aurox : *Silent as ever when listening to another speak Wulfhere leaned back in his chair in order to feint comfort a little better. The wooden back to the chair did little to assist that attempt and Wulfheres arms crossing over his chest only seemed defensive. The truth was that most of what he heard about Jadewyn sounded agreeable enough. She sounded professional. Not easy to get along with? Irrelevant. So she wouldn't make friend material but she could be trusted to stick to the >

ĜąβéΜσгtĩѕ was in the city and rememebered he has been here before. He remembered the church and soon arrived opening the doors gazing in to see if there was anyone thereashe moved to one of the pews taking a seat removing his hood but his wings felt like heavy stones upn his back as he rested there for the moment <d>

LiviaDarkthar : Eve now?)

LiviaDarkthar : or who)

§iġƞͼ : dirt or filth that was tracked in by mounts or carriages, masking the layer of that ice over the cobbles, because when she pressed her palms to the street to press herself forward – her intent to hurl herself over her fallen opponent to try and pin him to the road, her hands slipped on that fucking ice again…. but it was more than that. What in the fuck was in the drinks at the Purple Pig that night? She felt the faint numbness of alcohol, the slight warmth, the slight spin in her head. So while her hands went out from her, and the renowned Flail Mistress of the Bjarni flattened to the road with her *second* slip, she missed her goal entirely. What a fucked up scene that was outside the Purple Pig, because where Signe and Shadows were supposed to fight, the goddamn road was kicking their asses instead. “Fífl…[idiot]” she hissed through her teeth, but at who? Maybe *both* of them. They were supposed to be fighting each *other* not the damn ice and alcohol! [d] >-

Crixus : yes Eve's post))

LiviaDarkthar : just checking)

Wulfhere_Aurox : job. Good praise so far. Kin'arak went on to explain about himself and that preempted some of Wulfs future inquires. He was surprised to learn that the man shyed away from conflict however. He'd picked an interesting group to stick with for that matter. Wulfhere nodded when he was asked if it made sense. Kin was attempt at his descriptions and the point by point nature of it was actually a preferable means of information to Wulfheres ears. He found his ill mood settling a >

Ɇṿⱻ-Bl**d She looked around some as she watched what was going on around her a moment before downing the brew in one swallow to hide exactly what it was. She would make her way to the bar and take a seat to just watch everything just in case some one needed a Guard's help. Since it seemed at the moment that is all she has been good for. She would raise her hand to get a barmaids attention even if she didn't care for a few of them at all because of the way they treated a white <c>

Wulfhere_Aurox : fraction in the face of his agreeable attitude and level headed description. He did have more questions however, elements of his description giving hints of more tantilizing information. Wulfhere found it especially curious that Jadewyn had promised the aid of an orc war band while hating the creatures at the same time. Wulf sensed a ploy at play there. The surprised cast to his deep and heavily accented voice displayed as such.* "So she hates orcs and yet includes them in >

Wulfhere_Aurox : battle plans?" E

ShadowsFall_Fortune : Safer with the damn dragons)

Ɇṿⱻ-Bl**d wolf that came in here awhile back. But she would just smirk as she ordered a glass of rum and coke over ice. No one but Garrick was aware she was a hybrid and she still wasn't sure why she even let him now what she was. She could smell the blood and burnt flesh coming from the man in question and she would slide from her stool she had sat at walk over to Garrick and lay a hand on his shoulder and ask " You ok Sir " She tried to make sure she barely touched his shoulder when <c>

Ɇṿⱻ-Bl**d she asked him that. About then is when the barmaid would come by and hand her the drink she had ordered. She would toss the woman a gold piece after saying thanks softly. <d>

Crixus : IT was as everyone scattered and Altair said he won the bet that he stood up just as Garrick asked him to give them a few moments the man was other worldly calm in a bar that was just filled with Bjarni so he departed himself to the bar throwing money down as he asked for another Bottle before vanishing outside in time to watch as Signe and Shadow started to fight finding a nice spot to sit and watch"Wager's one and all?"He asked loudly placing some money on his companion <C>

ShadowsFall_Fortune : You know it was just one of those nights. Had Owen got their drinks mixed up with Livia and the other guys? Because this crap was unreal. Never in all the battles had he been in. Had it been this much of a cluster. He felt warm and fuzzy all over. But he wasnt sure if it was the drinks or the fact that a damn dragon had sat on him today. No it wasnt a full grown one. It was a middle sized one. He had been sliding towards Signe as she was slipping and sliding to.-c-

Crixus : Signe after a few moments getting a good couple of people to join in on his betting on which wiuld win between the Bjarni or the Dragon rider's captain.<E>

ShadowsFall_Fortune : seems that the road was nothing but a solid sheet of ice. He had ted to do this to the woman. But she had said 3 shots to win. He would wonder if this would count. As he was sliding past her. He would reach out and grab her leg. Pulling it out from under her. If she did not catch her self, she would it the ice face first. " I got your leg." he was trying to be funny. But he didnt stop as e let go of her leg. " Ohhhh shit..." he would slide right into the fence that kept the horses in the stable next door. A loud crash could be heard as he went through the wood and into the side of the stable now.-d-

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : ++++ "To my understanding, there is a particular band of orcs that Jadewyn made some sort of peace with, at least, or some sort of friendship. I never bothered her to ask too much of the details because it was her personal business. Nonetheless, she plans to bring them on to aid in the job the Crown has hired us to do in the sewers. It will be one of occurrences where, unfortunately, I will have to fight." Giving a regretful sigh, Kin'arak looked down at his drink, swirling ->

Ťħē·Ðëƛƌ·Ķȉňġ : it in his cup. One of these days, he'd find a delightful taste to make into something worth bottling and selling! "If Jadewyn promises to get something done, Wulfhere, you can bet your boots on it. She's more tenacious than a dozen fighting men any day of the week, and only a fool would bet against her." It was clear that Kin'arak thought quite highly of her, at least. -><-

J`raal Kandar : Okay. No clue how THAT split happened lol.][

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : it in his cup. One of these days, he'd find a delightful taste to make into something worth bottling and selling! "If Jadewyn promises to get something done, Wulfhere, you can bet your boots on it. She's more tenacious than a dozen fighting men any day of the week, and only a fool would bet against her." It was clear that Kin'arak thought quite highly of her, at least. -><-

Wulfhere_Aurox : Aw shit, secrets out. The Dead king is Kin! Everyone get him!)

Altair_Kiasco : Someone's busy possessing the wrong body. )

CεLεsτ : well it helps me, i have no idea whos skin is whos ]

CεLεsτ : whose*]

Altair_Kiasco : We're all the same person. We long ago converged to become The Hive. )

Caitlyn-Blakewood ( possesses everyone )

Salu_TwinBlades step from the door to his right so not to block it as the last snow falls to the floor as he reaches a empty table his right hand grips one the chairs and moves it till the back of it touches the wall before he sits down he had seen many moving about as his hands reaches to the collar of the hood and slides it back his eyes bright as he looks about .As the sound of a bar hit the table looking for a maid to take his order his black hair chopped short about the sides and =

LiviaDarkthar After returning back to Garrick and Kazim. He would tell her that he needed to speak with him privately. " As you wish Garrick. I shall see you later then?" lowering her hand gently to his shoulder. Leaning down to whisper in his ear so that only he could hear. " Come by the estate if need be. I have something for burns that we use because of the Dragons." Rising up to face both men. Her gaze would now fall to Kazim. " It was a pleasure meeting you sir. I hope to do it again." Bowing to them both before leaving. -c-

LiviaDarkthar She would have noticed Salu taking a seat. " If you want something best go up to the bar and get it. Happens when we have a brawl around here." turning her back to him she would go over and lean against the door near Crixus. " So whose winning?" -d-

Salu_TwinBlades front the back long a good foot or more tide in a pony tail with a leather thong as his eyes looks to one the females at the bar he had her sent as most here but said nothing .D

Wulfhere_Aurox : *All of the information was absorbed and pondered on. Kin gave even more of a positive review to the mercenary leader than before. Though that was to be expected given they worked together. It hardly shook his thoughts on the company over all. He'd base his trust on actions he witnessed himself. And on principle things remained the same in his head. Groups had politics. And Wulfhere did not like politics. But the subject of his recruitment had failed to come back up again >

Wulfhere_Aurox : and so he left it where it was. Wulfheres curiosity turned to Kins own nature at this point, his gaze locking onto the tall, slender man that little bit more firmly. Wulfhere lent forwards and unfolded his arms, instead resting them on the table top now. This one seemed reluctant to fight. And if jadewyn was calling even her pacifist medics into combat then it seemed likely the full strength of the company was to be put into play. An all or nothing gambit. Risky.* >

Wulfhere_Aurox : "So whats forcing you into combat then?" E

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ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : His voice, While it carried no warmth of emotion, had a honeyed quality to it, a voice that if the speaker desired, could draw the listener in and sway their thoughts. But that manner remained in abeyance as he shook his head, "No, thank you...I do not partake of intoxicants, it is against the teachings." He began...so, not even the high justicar was immune from the laws of the Prince...that was refreshing. He offered an inclination of his head as Livia took her =c=

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ShadowsFall_Fortune : wh)

Caitlyn-Blakewood : Wh)

Àĸı : thank you )

ShadowsFall_Fortune : yw)

§iġƞͼ : -< Signe had brawled while inebriated beyond recollection before, this felt severely different. The sheet of ice, the heavy set in her limbs while her head swam – had that barkeep purposefully made the free drinks be something to tranquilize a damn horse? When her hands slipped out from her a moment ago, Shadows had grabbed her leg as he slid by on the ice, really ensuring she was sprawled out flat across the road. What a goddamn sight this had to be. Two figures experienced and raring to brawl, sliding across the ice and falling over themselves. His jest sparked an aggressive reaction in the often-stoical woman, who snarled, kicked his hand loose of her leg as he drifted past, and clutched at the bear fur she had thrown down beside her to create an area of friction. She stood on this island of friction, saw how [c]

§iġƞͼ : her opponent slowly thud into the nearby fence corralling people’s mounts… she calculated, and saw the opportunity: she hurled herself just as his body bumped into the fence where he lay sliding on the ice, intent on pouncing the fucker. She’d managed to focus through the haze of whatever the hell liquor she’d been given, and flew like a wildcat from the slopes of the Dragon Peak Mountains, wild tendrils of yellow hair and feathers flailing in her wake, teeth bared beneath wild eyes. Her descent threatened Shadows with the brunt force of her weight, paired with elbows, fists, knees – whichever she might try to sink somewhere soft. [d] >-

HËÏŅË : This is just out of turn and I am spectating]

HËÏŅË : : | : White sweeps of powder fell across the roads of Immortalis; sweeping past over recent footfalls within its glimmering powder. Though, the upcoming chill did not stop the burly man covered in wolf fur. He withstood mother winter's harsh breath upon him and -- BEEEELCH! -- blowing it right back into her face. Okay, wait. Not a good idea. You throw something into the wind, it's gonna hit you ... ah, okay. 'c'

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : ++++ Calling for more drinks, Kin'arak ordered whiskey, vodka, prune juice and anything they had that was 'exceptionally fruity' and when it arrived, he proceeded to mix it all together while speaking to Wulfhere. "This sewer business is a big thing. It's why Jadewyn wants more recruits. Namely yourself, Wulfhere. Which, by the fact that you are still here, tells me you haven't discarded the thought entirely. Nonetheless, you haven't said you'd sign up either," he added at ->

HËÏŅË : There it went. The smell of the recent stew and ale the Bjarni warrior consumed prior wafted briefly over him before the scent of crisp snow replaced it followed by heavy, wispy exhalations (for the warrior pressed his jug of ale to his lips, taking in another large swig -- burping again afterwards.) This was the life. His companions had left a verbal message (cause fuck if any of them can write) and said that they 'c'

HËÏŅË : were to be at some tavern called the Purple Pig. Ah, yah. Nice place that one... or was it the tits he liked more? No, no. The tits, the building, the drinks. Heine previously remembered staying there once or twice when some noblewoman wanted to shack up with him but ugh ... seriously couldn't remember what the hell her name was. Anyway. Assorted nostalgic smells reached the blonde's nose as soon as he 'c'

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : the end, pointedly. "But, either way, I wouldn't let Jadewyn go down into those creature-infested sewers without guaranteeing I had her back. She and I have been through a lot these past few years, and I've never let her down. Patched her up more than once, yes, but even I can't bring people back from the dead. Unfortunate, but true. Perhaps there will even be a chance my entry into the tunnels might mean the difference between her death and her survival. You see, Wulfhere, ->

HËÏŅË : entered the area where he knew the establishment to be. What he hadn't expected (but also happily expected to see) was his childhood friend brawling with some man. Widening his forefinger and thumb, he pressed them to his whiskery face and whistled, "SIIIIIIIIIIGNEEEEEEEEEEEEE! ! ! Slaughter'em!!" FUN FACT: win or lose, the Bjarni TRIBE looked at each battle as an improvement to themselves and how 'c'

HËÏŅË : they handled their weaponry. Seeing the feathery braided warrioress take to the snowy covered streets (albeit the ice and obvious inebriation on her hand); her sinewy frame rippled with experience in every step she took against this other man. Howling into the northern winds, Heine stomped his feet unceremoniously and gave the largest idiot grin toward the aloof blond with cobalt eyes. He signaled 'good luck' to her with signs used within their tribe and for now -- he stood back with the rest of the growing crowds, slapping Crixus on the back and ... getting punched by Malhin -- HAPPY DAY! Of course, he punched her back too. 'e'

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : I have always wished to be more like you mortals, and caring for one's friends seems like one of the best options to be human." -><-

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : leave, "I look forward to our next meeting." He replied, before he turned his attention back to Garrick. "I am Kazim ibn Fazeer, Childe of Kashan. I am new to your city, and wish to arrange an audience with the Prince, at his convenience of course." There was a note of pride in the recounting of his lineage, his clan was not a numerous one, due in part to the occupation they followed. Even fewer were those who survived long enough to become elders, marked by the =c=

HËÏŅË : Seeing the feathery braided warrioress take to the snowy covered streets (albeit the ice and obvious inebriation on her end);* ONLY TYPO I SWEAR, LOL -- you all have a good night. I am glad to at least get something in. -- end instead of hand]

§iġƞͼ : 🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻 ]

ShadowsFall_Fortune : The barn was almost a wake up call to him. It had rung his bell more than hitting the ice had. He would be scrambling out as she came at him. It was like a really pissed off Harpy. Feathers, leather, and fur coming right at him. You know there were places in other realms where men paid for things like this. Not that he would know mind you. He would have only seconds to react. She was coming at him as he said like a bat out of hell. Out of reaction, or the fight and flight reflex.-c-

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : darkening of their skin. =f=

°Iѕĸandaʀ° : 🍺🍻🍺🍻🍺🍻🍺🍻🍺🍻🍺🍻🍗🍗🍗🍖🍖🍖]

°Iѕĸandaʀ° : DAMNIT]

°Iѕĸandaʀ° : MELAMIN IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE]

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Àĸı : It is )

Àĸı : -took pictures- )

Wulfhere_Aurox : *One comment over rode all others in Wulfheres mind. 'I have always wished to be more like you mortals'. That held Wulfhere fast. Was this man not human? His pulse picked a notch as possibilities began to flow around his mind. Being none human was not a crime, but it did leave open the possibility of an individual being something dangerous. The common races were one thing. They were people as well. But what he saw here wasn't anything identifiable as something safe. In fact >

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Sнαuɢнnєssy : -locks Iskandar out- ))

Wulfhere_Aurox : Kin appeared to be human. So what was he hiding behind that facade? Wulfheres eyes squinted slightly as he studied his opposite once again, looking at him in a new light and thus looking for things previously unseen. But he found nothing. What ever he was he looked remarkably human like. So instead Wulfhere asked about it, cutting to the core of his curiosity.* "So, trying to be human? Whats so bad about you that you want to change?" It was a pointed and assumptive question >

Kiσяεη⦂Lσcкε∵ : TROLOLOLOL]

Kiσяεη⦂Lσcкε∵ : Isk: -despairs somewhere in the background; stays the night at his dad's-]

DuräŋgoBläck : *rolls around in the snow* )

Kiσяεη⦂Lσcкε∵ : Isk: -not really, climbs the wall and finds a way in-]

Wulfhere_Aurox : and hopefully one that would get answers. Other matters like Wulfheres recruitment would be gotten back to if things didn't destabilize over how Kin answered but for now Wulf wanted to neutralize his chief concern. Things that hid their nature behind a human face were seldom good creatures.* E

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Whos post?))

Altair_Kiasco : Fucked if I know =D )

ShadowsFall_Fortune : He would spin slightly so his feet where pointed at her. Bawling up some, as she would be in range, her body coming down in an arc.....He would kick out with both feet connecting with her gut. Forcing all the air out of her body, and her backwards in the process. Scrambling to his feet best he could. He would scramble to his feet. There was a rage now starting to set in. It had been known to happen to him in some brawls. Not knowing what he did the next morning. Getting to his feet, breathing hard, starting to stalk towards her... he was betrayed by his own body. His foot would crunch trough the ice, getting stuck in the whole that it made. It had not registered yet. So he kept trying to walk, only to go sprawling.-d-

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HËÏŅË : ya'll take care!!]

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LiviaDarkthar : Garricks lol)

ĜąβéΜσгtĩѕ began to use his healing energy tio his wings since there was no ne around as the ice began to elt from his right wing. He healed the left wing next as he outstrecthed feeling the warmth. He was relaxed i the church decided to stay to let his wings heal from the cold for the night <d>

Àĸı : What was this world coming too? When the happenings around you were just slightly more insane then you were. Well it was kind of freaking Akihiko out. Now he could relate it to the fact that Shaughnessy was no longer a Virgin, thus somehow things in this world were just no longer correct. But honestly as fun as it would be to tease her about that. He was kind of happy for her. Shaughnessy, his one and only friend. Well not only friend. Aki had others, didn't he? Giselle maybe, but then she kind of hated him. So really no he didn't have any friends. But then he lived life by the motto. We don't have to talk, dance, or even make friends. Quite literally he was the type to say Nice to meet you let's never meet again. Prolly had something to do with his 'younger' years. Not being able to trust the relationships, ok no it was all on him. He just didn't like people, hated Vampires, tolerated humans and at one point you could say that outside of Moon Baby, his best friend was -c-

ĜąβéΜσгtĩѕ : good night everyone )

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ShadowsFall_Fortune : night)

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : ++++ Chuckling, Kin'arak took a drink from the mixture he'd made, then made a sour face and grunted. "Well. That mixture is a bust. Ugh. I think it might be the prune juice, honestly, which is a shame because I am personally rather fond of the taste of prune juice." Nonetheless, he considered Wulfhere's question with the seriousness he'd consider any fair question. "It is not a question of what is bad, necessarily, but that mortals value different things differently than ->

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Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : creatures and beings who are not mortal. Does an immortal creature value the flavor of different drinks, or does he simply drink aimlessly because he has tasted everything that has been offered before? For example, I sample drinks of all types, not only because I enjoy the flavor, but because I wish to open my own brewery one day." He smiled fondly, thinking of Jadewyn's amused snort she would give if she'd heard him say that sentence around her again. "More than anything, ->

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : I wish to understand why mortals, especially humans, act the way they do. Why they cherish love and relationships and kindness so much. Jadewyn has been my best teacher in many of these measures, and I owe her a great debt. Granted, she'd probably scoff and brush it off. She's not much for small talk in that sense." -><-

J`raal Kandar : WElcome back!][

§iġƞͼ : wb olololo ]

Àĸı : the decaying remnants of what could have once been and elf. Fuck he needed to make connections with creatures outside of of his usual crowds. It was times like this he actually missed Gabby screaming at him, or Gok's lack of social graces. 'which by rights lets be honest were Aki's any better these days?' " You're brooding again " Came a ghostly whisper against his ear. Or so he imagined, because lets be honest, there was really no actual evidence that the ghost actually existed. By some rights it could have just been a guilty heart, attempting to attone for his sins. But man, that was a memory. Drawing his fingers to comb his hair back Aki's eyes rested upon his nightly prey. Thieves made for the best sport. But man when you were fucking hungry, NOTHING was better then a rapist. Aki never had any regrets when they were found dead in the snow from the temperatures and of course bloodloss. 'Especially considering Aki was quite good at leading his prey into places 'outside' -c-

LiviaDarkthar : wb)

§iġƞͼ : The dice hate us so we are slipping on ice and super drunk LOL ]

LiviaDarkthar : out of that cup Alt)

Mɑlhiɳ : Thank you! ]]

ShadowsFall_Fortune : what she said)

Altair_Kiasco tumbles out )

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Looking around as he sipped his drink placing teh cork back in the bottle before relaxing as the warmth of the liquor hit his throat with a smile"Yes that is in due time, I trust you understand our presence is not to upset the balance here, so no feeding in public and what not. I hope I don't have to worry about you running around creating new chyld's and what not. So as long as you follow the rules and what not there is no problem I can take you to Elysium to meet the prince now if you like?"He spoke low enough so people around wouldn't really here him not that they would remember but mainly because he didn't want to cause a panic as he sent the bottle back to the bar for safekeeping"Make sure the Bjarni don't get ahold of that" He said frimly last thing he needed was to wrangle a bunch of wasted Bjarni on a bottle of liquor designed just to get vampires drunk.<C>

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LiviaDarkthar : wb Harrison)

Harrison_ONeill : <<TY>>

Caitlyn-Blakewood ( steals the liquor from Garrick and runs))

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ĠaȑȑiċkŁęMoŗŧę : Standing slowly before stretching as he finished his glass and set it down" IT best we get the introductions out of the way just remember to tell him your name and what clan your from." Looking around he see MAlhin was still inside so he would head her way before he departed punching her in the kidney before speaking"You still owe me a rematch woman" Stated friming before heading toward the door to await Kazim with a smile.<E>

§iġƞͼ : -< Oh. Fucking. Hell. She’d anticipated that Shadows was at least temporarily jarred from sliding into that fence, which was why she risked the more wild pounce at him to take advantage of what she’d calculated – only to find he had his senses around him and she descended into a solid kick into her torso as she was about to land on him. She went flying back instead, countered so solidly that she simply arced back the same route she’d come flying along just a moment ago, gasping, but her diaphragm was not interested in assisting her right now. She landed on her back on the bear pelt cloak she’d laid out before, which at least kept her from sliding backwards into something unseen, She lay there a moment, which was not a very good place to be – it was too vulnerable, but the ice worked against Shadows now, [c]

§iġƞͼ : where his boot caught through a crack in the ice and caused him to stumble. Perfect. Suck up the pain, Signe, she urged herself, growling through her teeth as she forced herself to roll to her hands and knees and spring to her feet and kick into a charge at her opponent straightaway from that bit of friction the bear pelt provided across that fucking treacherously iced road. The Bjarni warrioress, fueled by the cheers of her fellow tribesmen, cocked back her right elbow, fist forming, then swung a solid blow for Shadows’ jaw. Fist meet jaw. The brawl now stood at 1-1. [d] >-

§iġƞͼ : 1-2, in favor of Shadows* FOR NOW ]

Wulfhere_Aurox : *Wulfhere heard a lot of words. A lot of it about drink and concoctions. To Wulfhere it sounded a lot like dancing around the question. He did glance to his little collection of drinks however. Wulfhere was not a drinking man but even he could see what a bastard mixture Kin had just thrown together. It was a momentary distraction, one he broke away from with a far more pointed question, Wulfheres eyebrows raising as he presented it in simpler terms.* "What are you?" A >

Mɑlhiɳ : hold on crap >< ]]

ShadowsFall_Fortune : He would have layed there for a moment. Not sure what had happened. Why hadnt his feet worked. Trying to pull his foot free the ice. " Oh come on..." Trying to fee him self before she could get to her feet. Why was this so hard... why were the struggling with this. You go out, you hit someone, you try not to get hit. Simple as that. But not i wasnt that simple it seemed. After what felt like forever he would get is foot free. Now he struggled to stand. His foot ad to be bruised or something,. He could almost feel it swelling in his boot.-c-

Wulfhere_Aurox : certain section of his mind couldn't help but wonder just how important a fact was it really? His dedication to hunting down the dark things of the world had instilled an acorn of suspicion in the young man that had only grown over time and would continue to do so without tempering. It was that suspicion that nearly put Kins true nature in front of why he had come to the Hound in the first place. He was here to see who they were not interrogate someone who had as of yet done >

Altair_Kiasco : I'm in no rush to lose =P )

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : He inclined his head, and smiled, "I have not yet found any worthy of being embraced, and I uphold the laws of whatever city I am in." He replied and stood in time with Garrick, "That would be quite convenient, as I have yet to get oriented." He drew up the deep cowl out of long habit and secured the veil that concealed his features. He studied the woman, who had come in through the window, taking in her manner of dress, her scent, the wild look in her eyes. =c=

Wulfhere_Aurox : nothing to incriminate himself. These gears turned over in Wulfheres mind and ended with him mentally chiding himself for being so damn suspicious. But the question was said and he was still exceptionally interested in its answer. Wulfheres outward presentation did nothing to show his internal thoughts. He was simple still, staring and singularly focused upon Kin'arak.* E

Àĸı : of the city. But unfortunately his prey had made their way into the local watering hole. The Pig, god he hated this place. Mostly because every time he came in he was pretty sure one of the bartenders wanted to rape him and leave him in a ditch. Like he intended to do with his friend here. Now Aki didn't scream vampire, not like you would expect sure he was fucking beautiful. Blame the curse for that. But the way he dressed, the way he made sure to smell. It was more like a Soldier. 'Mind you, Aki's pride didn't allow him to ever remove the band about his bicep that indicated he was A Chevalier.' Armor, well not really unless you considered the padded leather jerkin under his very fine stolen coat. Sword at hip, and a dagger next to that. But the Pig, the pig was busy, a scuffle outside, the Justicar inside, and prolly a bunch of drunken Bjarni. Well this was going to go overwell. Sighing heavily Aki moved toward the bar and leaned forward glancing about before seating his-c-

ShadowsFall_Fortune : You know he really should have paid more attention to her. She was little but quick. How the hell was she back up on her feet already. He was about to say something. " But she came in and clocked him in his jaw, his head snapping sideways. She had quite a punch. He would stagger backwards. His had going to his jaw, the pain had already started. There was something rattling around in his mouth, spitting out a jaw tooth. Wobbling as he looked back at her. " that wasnt nice little lady." Taking a mad swing at her. Missing, and falling to his knees. -d-

LiviaDarkthar is away.

Ɇṿⱻ-Bl**d Sighs as she turns to walk away not sure why she even bothered to try and talk to any one. She would head back to the bar after Garrick ignored her inquiry about him. She would slide back onto the bar stool and just watch everything that was going on around the Pig at the moment. She would look toward the people fighting and arguing and sigh deciding to stay just in case Owen needed help controlling people in his bar. She would sip her drink and just watch <d>

ⱩẨⱿĨⱮ : An interesting example to be certain, but he had little interest in the living, save to consider how they could be used to his benefit. He joined Garrick, his movements silent even for one of the kindred, as if he were but an illusion, as if his presence were but a strange waking dream. =f=

LiviaDarkthar : think we are all off in our own little groups now lol)

DuräŋgoBläck : *Pounces on Eve* Let's play! )

Àĸı : his happy ass promptly one of the steels with a heavy sigh. His prey already made himself comfortable for the night. " Welp, Gis looks like it's going to be a looong night " -end-

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : ++++ Kin'arak stared at Wulfhere for a long moment, unblinking, yet at least remembering to breathe for normalcy's sake. He took another drink from his cup and, once again, made the sour face and shuddered. "Ugh. That's truly foul. Are you sure you won't try some?" Because of course, the human way when tasting something totally and unbearably awful was to offer some to the next closest person so that they might share in your misery! At least that was what he'd learned so ->

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : far. A last, though, he was forced to confront Wulfhere's question. "That's rather personal," he said, keeping his tone light, "And to be fair, Jadewyn only got the full story out of me a few weeks ago, though she's known the rudiments of what I am for a long time now. Yet, to put it in easy terms that you might understand, and I mean no insult by that at all, I would tell you that I am a construct. A created being designed to fulfill purposes, though I suppose when most ->

Kîn´åŗäķ·Vâľńōŗ : people hear 'construct' they think of such rude beings as golems of varied types, or even the things that necromancers put together. Obviously, I am of a much higher quality." -><-

Caitlyn-Blakewood : ( night all)

ShadowsFall_Fortune : night hun)

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