Dragons Pit

[amon_darknight]

Closed to Ambrosia_64

Draven Treeruner
5'8" 195lbs
Lean and defined
Long pinned back black hair, streaks of silver was running through it
Eyes were emerald green and quite piercing they could be
He wore a simple light green tunic that seemed to hug his frame and over it was his darker brown chain mail that seemed to blend into his tunic. Had a black leather dagger sheathe that held two daggers at the small of his back. He was often seen carrying a long silver-blueish tone long Bow with a quiver that carried no arrows. He had two different colored bracers, one that was gold and the other that was a silverish tone. His brown leather jerkins were worn a little lose. His last two items of clothing was his dark shimmering cloak that seemed to change color with his surroundings or maybe at his command and finally was his spectacles, silver tone and very complex looking, gnome made and intentions unknown to all but him...
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He was an adventurer and he was after one thing...

The prize of all prizes, the Dragons pit. A store house of treasure and fortune. So much fame to obtain. And so many mysteries to seek, adventure to have and demise to become...

Draven held the map to this "Dragon Pit" where Dragons go to fight for the mountain and store there treasure. A huge lair was built by the Dragons and there slaves, and Draven held the map of the place. This was a place where no one has ever made it in or out. Draven was up to the challenge, but was there another reason this one person was going into the Pit? What was his desires other than just the treasure, there had to be something else, but what?

Draven knew one thing, he needed help, he needed to find a partner in this, but who?
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He was like a blur through the night, a speeding image jumping from tree to tree, moving as fast as he could to get to the Trade Town. He had the map, he had the skill, but was it enough...? He doubted himself. He needed to find help, or was it something else. He thought as he moved through the night. He was an accomplished raider, his gear proved it. From his weapons, to his armor, to his rings and spectacles. What was it he was missing?

He reached the town border and saw the magical lights illuminating the town brightly into the forest. He saw people everywhere walking around, the town guards heavily armored and ever watching everyone and ever where. Draven leapt from the top of the tree to the ground and hit the floor in a roll and to his feet as he strode into town, seeing all the merchants and taverns open, all the different races trading and purchasing, talking amongst each other, and lots of people conspiring. Draven watched everyone around him, ready for anything. He pulled his hood of his cloak over his head as he turned the corner and walked into a crowded tavern and sat a table in the dark corner. He sat at the table and saw everyone inside having a great time here, drinking and laughing, gambling and laughing. Draven was the only one without a smile on his face as he held his mystic gold coin that he flipped in the air as he caught it and he rolled it over his knuckles.

He needed to find someone to help him, with what ever his problem was and some one to help him with his map. He was feeling lonely and he thought maybe he needed a woman's company, someone to be around. Maybe he would find that here.

 

[Ambrosia_64]

A small hand snatched the coin mid flip, holding it within her smaller fist. Should his eyes move along the attached arm, he'd find a petite bar maid favoring him with a grin. She seemed to be the bar maid anyway-a platter balanced in her other hand held several tanks of sloshing ale.

She wore a plain brown gold dress with a leather cinch around her small waist, the curves of her modest hips and bust accentuated. a red jeweled necklace gleamed from her delicate collar bone, honey blond curls tumbling loosely about her exposed shoulders.

"Another mysterious stranger in a dark corner? Well Mister Stranger, what'll it be?" Her eyes matched the honey hue of her hair-a sparkling, interesting hazel. She had a pixie-ish face and a white, pretty smile that seemed slightly wicked, mischievous. As she spoke, she flipped his coin before depositing flat on the table.

 

[amon_darknight]

He noticed his coin not fall back to his hand, he looked this woman in the eyes and saw the wickedness there, he did not see his coin glow, so he knew she was not a overly evil person.

"I will take an ale and that is all, so I am not the first mysterious stranger here tonight?"

He shook his head and took his coin back from the table.

"So I assume this is a busy tavern, with many strange and mysterious people sitting here? And are you as helpful to them all?"

He flashed a smile at her, noticing her pretty eyes.

 

[Ambrosia_64]

"First tonight, fifth this month." Her feminine voice was pleasant, if a bit higher pitched. She removed a mug and set it down on the table for him, eyes distracted as a rowdy group burst out in laughter, a more endowed woman entertaining them.

"I'm as helpful as I want to be." Said the bar maid, a genuine, pretty smile forming on her lips when he smiled. "Ah, there we are! You can smile." And then she sauntered away to tend to other patrons, making them laugh with her wit and, here and there-causing men to gaze a bit too long at the sway of her hips.

Eventually she'd return to his table to refill his glass. "Whatcha in town for, Mister Stranger?" Curious.

 

[amon_darknight]

She walked away and tended her other tables and he sighed. He put his head back and felt a ease of comfort from her as she spoke to him. It was nice to have a female speak to him, it has been awhile.

Was that it...?

She than came back and he smiled at her.

"It is nice to have a friendly voice to listen to. You want to know know why I am here."

He looked to her to see if she was serious. Than he looked.

"I am looking for a certain someone that can help me with a problem... or maybe I should say that I am looking for someone that wants adventure in there life..."

He again flashed that coin as he rolled it on his knuckles as he looked to her.

"What do you think?"

 

[Ambrosia_64]

She tipped her head, a small, bell like laugh. "What do I think? I think there's plenty of adventure to be had, you oughta be more specific."

Those honey colored eyes roamed the inn a moment, then came back, her head slightly tilted. "What sort of adventure? And what kind of help do you need Mister Stranger?"

She set the empty tray on the table before sliding into the seat across from him, resting her head against one small fist, her elbow on the table. The picture of attentiveness. "I mean, I know a lot of people in town..."

 

[amon_darknight]

"I seek the Dragons Pit my lady, and I do seek some company... there are treasures to uncover and glory to hold. Dragons to fight, undead to slay, orcs to defeat and who knows what else is there, but the treasure is what I seek and I need some assistance in getting to it."

He looked to her and let his emerald eyes stare to hers, his determination burned in them as he looked to her.

"Know anyone that would want to accompany me on that journey? Suicide some might say it is, but I am no ordinary adventurer. I am accomplished. And I hold the map.

He flipped his coin again and grinned at her.