'Nother storm, 'nother breeze, 'nother wet outfit

[ehmtee]

The wind howls like a wolf at the moon. The air is colder then the snowy caps of Mount Takmin, near where he was born. The troll known simply as Ehmtee doesn't take in the sights, he just trudges along in the storm. He shoves the door open to the Boar's Head Inn, feeling the rain pelt his head and run down his hairy back. He walks up to the bar, grabs a stool, slams his hand on top and yells for the barkeep.

Argh, this weather had better turn here soon, or Ramius himself will here about it. Barkeep, mug of your nastiest stuff, and make it a double.

He looks around the room, staring people in the eyes until they look away, sending fear into the hearts of those who look longer then they should. The barkeep hands him his drink and mentions to him about a quest that might be starting, if he was interested.

I don't go looking for quests, Pointless I say, pointless! When you travel around the world as much as I, quests just find you.

[Layla]

A slender, cloaked figure sits quietly at her usual table in the corner of the room. Not much can be seen of her shadowed features, as it is hooded in black, her long, wavy raven hair hanging over her face, wisping down past her shoulders. Before her, a clear glass of water sits on the table. She looks at it with sea blue eyes through her hood, and the water starts rippling mysteriously. The small figure of a fairy starts to form from the glass, its tiny, delicate wings splashing playfully. She smiles to herself, glad her water powers are coming along nicely.
Suddenly, a hideous creature slams the door open, startling her and causing the fairy figure to collaps in on itself, melting instantly back into the glass. She frowns and looks up at the revolting troll as he yells and pounds the bar. Shaking her head, she turns and looks at the troll, revealing her beautiful elven face, though her ears cannot be seen through the hood.

[ehmtee]

Out of the corner of his eye he notices the mysterious lady enter the Inn and take a seat in the darkest of corners. He finishes his mug and hollers for the barkeep.

Barkeep! BARKEEP! C'mere a minute, will ya?

Barkeep walks over and leans on the railing behind the bar.

Who is that sitting over there in the corner?

Layla, whispers the barkeep, But beyond that, not much else is known.

He tells the barkeep to give him 'nother round, and watches Layla out of his eye. When the barkeep returns with his drink, he catches Layla playing with lil' fairies in her water. Knowing he himself has some magic ability, he tries to make faries in his ale, only to smash the mug to pieces.

That'll be an extra 3 coins for the mug. says the barkeep.

[Layla]

Layla frowns at all the shouting and quickly dips her fingers into the water, absorbing it into her skin. Her sharp elven ears overhear her name being said, and she quickly stands up, pulling her hood down before walking over to the bar.

"Ok Cedrik." she says. "You were talking about me, very foolish as you know I'm an elf and have very sharp hearing. Now, care to tell me what about?" she looks at Ehmtee. "And who you were talking to about me."

[Valancy]

Valancy struggles up to the door of the inn, the gale drawing strength about her. she grasps the door handle tightly and swings inward, skidding on the smooth stone floor. she was hoping for some music with Layla in order to brighten this gloomy evening, but from first step out from the storm, Valancy can sense the danger in the air; it hovers thick as the low clouds outside.

Valancy quickly glances about the room, seeing Layla tense on one side, with Cedrik and a huge, ugly troll poised by the bar. They appear frozen. Valancy cannot decide whether to break up the impending fracas or to sit back. She slides into a darkened corner, sure nobody has seen her even though the inn's door slammed shut behind her.

[ehmtee]

Out of the corner of his eye, he see's her walk up to the bar. He didn't bothering lowering his voice when he talked to Cedrik, so it's no wonder she came over. As she talks to Cedrik like she owns the joint, he laughs to himself quietly at the thought of an elf running this place. He turns to Layla, and with the prettiest of grins, (which if you've seen a troll, it aint that pretty) chuckles at her.

Heh, like someone the likes of you would know who I am. My name is Majurget Tarkendo, or Ehmtee for short. I am....well....was the lead bodyguard to the King of Trolls, until the queen took ill and died. The king's sorcerous put the king under a spell and replaced all his guards with storm giants, those mind-less brutes. So now she has him under her spell and rules the kingdom while the king is love-struck, oblivious to it all. But I'm sure the two of you don't even know what I'm talking bout.

Layla gives Ehmtee a strange look at his last comment, until she looks to where he's staring at and notices the dark figure in the other corner of the bar.

[Valancy]

Valancy, herself a Storm Giant, sputters aloud when she hears the words spoken by this upstart troll. However, she contains herself and slides further into the shadows that are cast by low ceiling beams and bad candlelight.

[tinuviel]

A lone figure drowned in a heavy black cape wanders in through the door. Seemingly oblivious to everything around herself, Tinuviel walks through the tables as if in a sleepwalk; she recieves many glares from the people whose tables she bumps into.

Making her way over to the fire, she throws her cape over an empty chair to dry. As she does so, a huge gash in her upper arm becomes visible, studded with many splinters that look like they may once have been claws. Tinuviel then drags her feet over to the bar, in search of some warm water. Thump. She walks into an enormous figure standing at the bar.

An expression of naive bewilderment forms on Tinuviel's drained face, and her catlike eyes widened, emphasising the dark circles underneath them.

"What are you?!"

[Mess]

Umm... Mess.

[fuzzylogicman]

A dwarf sits, well by sitting more stuggling to stop becoming the floors lastest furishing. The dwarf would of been the wet and windy's next victim if the bartender know that dwarfs like liquer and have gold, is more than content to see the dwarf spend some more gold before giving him a room worth three, four times it worth. Not that the dwarf cares, a good time with far worth more than mere gold, there is more in the bank and back home in the mines of Qexelcrag.

As fuzzylogic the dwarf finally gains head in his fight with gavitity starts looking around the dark traven, at the dark figures whom either hide on tables or in corners, the more fearsome sit at the bar. They all huddle around their drinks, being their only warmth besides the small fire in the corner.

All of a sudden there is rise of voices at the bar, the native look up at the source, the more experienced continue to look into the endless limits of their mugs whom know better than to get into someone's fight. Fuzzylogic has known the end of many a simple quarrel to almost battlefield proportion fights, but this one seems different. Getting up lazily while lugging up his dwarf axe, Fuzzylogic walks to the to see what happening. Hopely to something he almosts enjoys as much as drinking, fighting.

[Grim Jestor]

...unnoticed by anyone, for the time being, a small and silent wizard's eye floats as if on an invisible string, peering out of the dark shadows near the peak of the rough-hewn wood-beamed ceiling, at the events unfolding down below. A troll and an elf appear to be engaged in some kind of political discussion, a common thing here in the great city of Degolburg, while several others observe from their various places, not sure if they should get involved or enjoy the show. Cedrik the barkeep, neutral as usual (for neutrality is a bar-keep's best weapon in a lively discussion or a bar fight), stands waiting for drink orders and only half paying attention to the impending fracas. Fights are common among his patrons, and his interest only extends to keeping his premises free from damage if possible. He's not about to let the venerable Boar's Head Inn, which he inherited from his father, and was run by his father's father before that, be torn down over a difference of opinion. So he stands there, waiting to see where this is going, and then a felyn walks in and completely spoils the moment, not even aware of what she has interrupted. All those concerned turn their attention away from each other and toward the intruder, except of course for Cedrik whose attention is somehow on everyone at once, at least all of those who are actually in the bar area at this time. Blinking once before vanishing, the wizard's eye is called back by its owner, who although interested in the quickly unfolding events must attend to more pressing business, and decides to check back in later...

[Laurana]

Not long over a year after the incident took place, in Layla's old seat sits a new cloaked figure. In replace of a glass of water there resides a flute of blood-red wine. Those who look closely can make out the pair of deep blue eyes that lie under the black hood, watching the bar and its surroundings. Not primarily deep in color, the deepness remains within the seemed depth of her eyes themselves. Mysterious and bright they remain to appear. By more than mere coincidence, her thoughts are about that seat's previous, late occupant. "..."

[Darren]

Darren silently enters the tavern, holding a small bag. He looks around shiftily, as if wary about everyone around him.

[Laurana]

She waves hello to Darren, giving a smile.

[Darren]

Darren smiles back and orders a drink from the barkeep, while putting the bag in his backpack.

[Laurana]

She looks around the bar, humming faintly.

[Jaron]

A hooded figure slowly pushed open the door to the inn. Interesting..., Jaron thought. He walked inside, hoping, on the inside, to not be noticed, but he knew it was a futile effort; his choice of clothing almost always stood out. Jaron took a seat on one of the chairs and removed his hood, revealing a head of well-combed white hair. Of course, his hair color often forced him to stand out amongst the crowd as well. Sighing, he glanced at all those around him.