Fisherman's Wharf

[Ambrosious]

Darva slung the plates up onto the bar and waited for her next order to be filled. Days like this made her glad to have found a job waiting tables, instead of working out on the docks. It was blustery and the wind was howling through the town of Dirkon with a vengeance. The inn that she worked at was called The Fisherman’s Wife. It was a standard affair as far as inns go, with a big front room, a huge fireplace that was always lit, and a deep brown bar that ran the length of the room. The place smelled of wood smoke and stale beer. There was always fish cooking somewhere in the inn and a soup made of fish was constantly simmering on the hearth. The owner of the establishment, James, fancied himself as a bard and liked to perform on the weekend nights, turning the operations of the inn over to his wife, Mazel.

On this particular night, Darva smelled something more than fish, wood smoke, and ale on the air. She smelled danger and intrigue in the air and wondered what might happen. Just then, the door to the inn swung open and in walked the prettiest man she had ever seen. He was a magician, she could tell by his deep blue robes. He walked into the inn and went straight to a table, like he had known his destination beforehand. Darva walked over to him and wiped the grease and ale off of the table.

“Evenin’ sir. What are you having tonight?” she asked.

He looked at her with deep blue eyes and when he replied, he did so telepathically.

“I want a jug of your finest wine, and some news,” his thoughts penetrated her mind. Darva shrank in upon herself as she felt him probe her mind for whatever he was looking for. She felt violated and when he released the grip he had on her mind, she was physically tired. She drew away in fright and went to get the jug of spring wine that was cooling by the back steps. James would hit the roof and might even fire her when he found it gone. The magician looked the room over with mild disgust. He had to get used to dealing with mortals and their nasty habits, if he was to stop the war.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes De Leon:

Walking with purpose, his hand on the hilt of his amasingly crafted Katana that he had fought to obtain from the orient during his travels on the high seas Cervantes spoted the first tavern that offered itself up. Tired, and quite cranky from many, many months at sea he only hoped that this tavern offered the sort of service he was looking for to sate his current hungers. If not he would be quite the bear for a time...

Walking in he knew upon first sight that this was not the sort of tavern for him... It was quite the mom and pop establishment. No doubt the bar maids would be daughters to the tavern owner... Cervantes had seen far too many of this kind of establishment... He took an empty table, kicked his booted feet up onto the table and leanded back in a wooden seat.

As the young bar maid returned from the back of the tavern and served the man at the bar Cervantes spoke up in a loud, commanding voice. "Wench! Here to me!" He barked lifting a hand lasily as his hair fell limply into his face. Giving him an unkempt look but his sharp blue eyes cut through that image with intencity as he kept them locked tightly on the girl. His lips curled upward the slightest bit in a smirk as he felt several eyes turn upon him and his boldness of speech.

 

[Ambrosious]

Darva ignored the rough looking man who had just ordered her to his table. She was busy waiting on a nicer clientele, namely, the magician. She wanted to get out of this inn and do a little sight seeing, even a little adventuring. Little did she know adventure had found her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Lifting one foot and bringing the heel of it down hard on the table with a loud clunk Cervantes eyed Darva sharply. The noise had brought even more eyes to bare on him including Darva's and the magician's. He lowered his stare and his teeth showed slightly with iritation. "WENCH, here to me NOW!" He said in a calm voice, save for the stressing on his first and last words.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Count Rolando De Gilliad

(ah me, this looks nice...I think i'll join in on the fun..)
*He stands, Unable to tolerate such Insolence* Now See here! *he says gruffly, reaching for the hilt of his Long Sword* You shall Not Treat That young lady in such a manner! I Suggest that you sit down and WAIT For your waiter or waitress, And If you Do Not I am Afraid There are other means Of Doing So My Good Man, Now SIT!! *he says, a Dark, Icy tone of seriousness in his voice, He is QUITE unamused By the rabble, his eyes seem to burn holes in the mans head*

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Turning his gaze slowly onto the speaker. Cervantes snuffed his nose in distain. He turned his eyes back to the bar wench, his hand moving the fabric of his cloak off the hilt of his katana. He began to move the hilt in a rather inapropriate manner, resembling nothing more than mocked masturbation at the speaker. And still the fool spoke, so out of iritation Cervantes began to speak over him. "ONE LAST TIME! WENCH!" Shooting the speaker a taunting look then back to the bar wench. "To me now! ...Or I will become quite irate." His form of speech shot from barks of command to a calm, dry tone.

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity...

A hooded figure entered the inn and paused at the entrance. The cloak the figure wore was muted grey and did not inspire extensive appraisal. The figure looked up watching the scene playing out within. The hood fell back revealing a woman's face. Pale porcelain clear skin and deep blue eyes added to the striking picture of her face. Her dark hair hung like silk about her shoulders.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she listened to the commanding tones of the one requesting the barmaid's attention. She moved as if to intercede, but seemed at the last minute to change her mind. She lowered her gaze again and took a seat at a table as far from the other patrons as possible.

With one slender hand she used a finger to trace a pattern on the table top. As the pattern took shape it started to glow faintly. She placed her palm over it and seemed to listen for something. A faint smile passed her lips before she sat back as if waiting to see what would happen next.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

(Damn..And here i was, preying for the Return of vixen...OH VIXEN MY DARLING!! WHERE ART THOU!!!!!!!!)

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

OOC:
Alright damn it... here she is... but I'm telling you for the last time Roland... SHE AIN'T YOUR DARLING! [growlz]

IC:
Vixen strode into the inn, the door slamming shut behind her. Her warm brown eyes glanced around the room taking in the occupants quickly. Her 5'4" frame was toned from hard travelling over the years. She wore black dusty leather pants and a tight fitting vest that only accentuated her feminine curves. Her long auburn hair was tightly pulled away from her face and plaited into a long braid that hung down her back. She tilted her head and caught Roland's eye flashing him a quick smile of acknowledment before turning to watch the man whose attention was focused on the serving girl.

She noted the magician and scrunched up her nose in barely hidden distaste. She stretched and yawned with great enthusiasm before she continued to stride into the inn finally reaching the long wooden bar. She leaned against it and smiled with amusement before speaking. Her voice was velvet smooth and was wont to send shivers down a man's spine when it pleased her. "How does one get an ale around here?..." she paused, her eyes flickering between Cervantes and the Magician before resting on Darva.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

(( I think i pissed of ol money...*LOL* comon dont get MAD..Get even. ::lotso evil grinzies:: I'll post later today, must now goto work. god i hate work. but god i love this place and everyone here!! )

 

[Moneytalks]

OOC:
HEY! Easy on the Ol' there Roland. I've just had a birthday and I'm feeling a little peaked. [ggls]. Besides, it'll take a lot more than that to really piss me off... however, when I do get angry... trust me... you'll know about it [winks]. Good to be writing with you again!

IC:

TRINITY...
... swallowed nervously. There was a lot of tension in the room. She knew the woman who had just entered. She'd heard all the stories. She also knew the magician and Cervantes and Roland. It was a little overwhelming to find herself in the same inn as the people she had studied for so long.

She huddled within her cloak trying hard to remain unoticed. She hoped things would calm down soon she couldn't stand violence.

VIXEN...
... blinked feeling someone's eyes on her. She glanced over at the woman trying to look inconspicuous. The woman had averted her eyes quickly when Vixen had caught her eye. Vixen studied the woman carefully. Certainly not the usual type found in and inn such as this. She shrugged before walking up to Cervantes and smiling down at him. Her eyes flashed with mischief.

"Looks like someone's been too long at sea... forgotten your manners honey?" She asked impudently trying hard to bite back a grin.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Count Rolando De Gilliad

( Whew...For a second there, I thought i had incurred your Wrath...heh...Well Looks like Ol Rolly Is about to come face to face with ol Vixen once again..)

*he turns around, noticing two more, he GASPS Aloud*By the godess....*his eyes whirl exitedly, could it REALLY be her?! The Legendary Vixen out of his Fathers Memoirs?! She certainly fit all of his descriptions..But how could it be!! He didnt have time to stop himself, he was slowly walking over to her, Entranced Totally, He was right, she was stunning in every way...And from what he had told him, Ten times as Deadly...Oh what he would DO to see her again! And after all that time.....* Excuse me..*He managed, He remembered that he was the Spitting Image Of His dad, his eyes were the only difference, as they shined a Bright green* Is your name...Perchance....Vixen???? *he says, a slight hint of wonder in his tone*

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

turned her attention to the man addressing her. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the man's appearance. Her eyes did decieve her.

"Roland?" She frowned noting how much younger this man was despite the striking resemblance.

She appraised him openly. She didn't like how he seemed to know her, she felt at a disadvantage. "Who are you?" Her voice had a sharp edge to it as she asked the seemingly harmless question.

"I am Count Rolando De Gilliad," he executed an elegant bow, "at your service M'Lady Vixen."

Vixen paused at this for just a moment before flinging her head back and laughing out loud. "I knew you weren't him... tell me... you MUST be related to the man I have mistaken you for!"

"Indeed, he would be my father... he wrote of you... I cannot believe I speak with the actual Vixen!"

"Enough!" Vixen interupted him sharply... "I don't want the whole place knowing I'm here. Honestly, your father has caused no end of trouble writing what he did. As if the bards spreading rumours wasn't bad enough. Still, have an ale with me and tell me of your father... how is he?" She took a seat with seeming casual grace. A small but sinisterly sharp knife appeared in her hand and she tossed and caught it easily as if unaware of what she was doing.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Count Rolando De Gilliad

*He sits, Grinning to No End* My Father Has been Well Scince he...Hung up the KingStopper...*he says, slightly disparingly* He STILL Refuses to stop training though....*he grins just a bit* He's been searching for you ya know....He's waited years....You're Pretty Legendary In our Family..*he sighs* unfortunately...My mother...Passed away some time ago...Im not Really his Son, I am Adopted, But Scince I look so much like him..*he shrugs grinning* He figured no one could tell the difference....I've Got All of My Fathers Strength, But none of his arrogence...I also have none of his theiving skills..*He shrugs* I just cant do it..Ah well...*he says, then catches himself* Sorry...I Think i was babbling..*he laughs heartily, grinning to the tender* Put it on My tab...*he nods approvingly with a squinty eye and Two ales come down the way, he catches both expertly* However...I did learn a thing or two from those tales of dads....wha?! *He Spins around, just in time to catch a knife aimed for him, his eyes narrow as he looks around, then he laughs* OK, who did it THIS time??? *the bar bursts into laughter, He brings it down so hard to the bar that it practicly embeds itself halfway in and he sighs* These people...Sometimes i think they actually WANT to kill me....*he says, shaking his head and shrugging* So...Whats a Famous Adventurer like you Doing in a Place like this?? *he says snidely, No one in the bar REALLY beliving its the Legendary Vixen..*

 

[Ravenloft]

Originally posted by Moneytalks
VIXEN...
... blinked feeling someone's eyes on her. She glanced over at the woman trying to look inconspicuous. The woman had averted her eyes quickly when Vixen had caught her eye. Vixen studied the woman carefully. Certainly not the usual type found in and inn such as this. She shrugged before walking up to Cervantes and smiling down at him. Her eyes flashed with mischief.

"Looks like someone's been too long at sea... forgotten your manners honey?" She asked impudently trying hard to bite back a grin.

[/B]

Turning his eyes slowly up the length of Vixen's body, the lust with which he regarded her gave her pause. She had never seen such an animalistic look in a mans eyes before. "Long at sea perhaps but my manners have never been forgotten. How can you forget something you never had." Cervantes's voice was still calm, and his eyes studied Vixen's chest. "Now unless you wish to serve me as the wench is so recalcitrate to do... Woman... Or put GOOD use to that mouth of yours... Then I have no use for you... And you may leave my table." His eyes were still filled with the same animal lust but his lips curled up in a taunting smile.

[Edited by Ravenloft on 11-29-2000 at 06:59 PM]

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

OOC:... Ravenloft... that character of yours kicks ass! [grins]

IC:

Vixen tilts her head to the side. She feels warmth filling her veins at the man's sheer arrogance. She hesitates just momentarily before smiling sexily back at Cervantes. Her eyelashes flutter down hide her eyes as she simpers coquetishly... "Oh M'Lord... my mouth... as you say... has never had ANY complaint afore... " She quickly looks up to see him still openly gazing at her cleavage. With a wry twist to her soft full lips she turns and approaches the bar. Placing one hand on the bar top she leaps easily clearing the bar and landing lightly on her feet on the other side. She pours a tankard of ale and places it on the bar. She pulls herself up so she sits apon the bar herself and then she swings her shapely legs back over the bar. Once back down on the other side she takes up the tankard of ale and walks with sultry grace towards Cervantes.

When she stands only inches from him he grins lazily up at her. She smiles softly back openly admiring the strength of the man. Then with calm deliberation and no further indication of her intentions she pours the contents of the tankard into his lap...

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Standing quickly, his pants a sopping mess, Cervantes snatched the woman's wrist with shocking speed. The tankard in her hand falling from her grasp to clatter on the floor at her feet. Cervantes quickly turned about behind her back, turning her arm up behind her as well. Everything happened so quickly that not even a roar of laughter at Cervantes's expence had been given the chance to rise. He caused her no pain, mearly locked her in a hold. He spoke into her ear, pressing the bulk of his body against her back, as several of the men unsheathed swords and stood eying him. "You have pour aim dear lady. My mouth is right here..." He said, letting her feel the heat of his breath against her neck. The men began to aproach him. Cervantes nudged Vixen forward into the table and stepped back. Lifting a hand to the hilt of his sword. His eyes were lowered in a wolfish, taunting manner as yet another smile filled his lips. He truly seemed to enjoy this. It was in the language of his body for all to see.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Count Rolando De Gilliad

*He sat back, and almost...chuckled at this situation, Ah yes she was..Almost presciesly as his tales told...he checked the grandfather clock to the side of the room and shot Vixen a Knowing Grin, That Dear Ol' Dad would be stopping by VERY soon, then At last placing his hand upon the hilts of his blade he drew it with a flash of white light, his eyes glittering with the prospect of True Combat,
*he held the glowing blade down, cockily* Let Her Go NOW. *he said, no emotion in his tone, it was icy cold and serious with no room to push and no room to pull*

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Cervantes shot Roland a look and once more mocked him by moving his hand along the handle of his sword in an imitation of masturbation. He gave Vixen a lust filled look, his wolfish eyes returning for an instant. She could almost feel his lust burning into her. Finally he returned his attention to the men approaching him.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*his eyes flared and flashed, he smirked and slowly moved towards him, cockily, His eyes moving constantly to the door, he stopped, for Just the right moment, Then he made his motion, The 6 men encircled the wolfish man, he stepped in and with a deft movement of his hand, removed vixen from the ring, leaving the wolfman within, he turns to her* Prehaps you would prefer a Drink in the Company of an Old Friend..*he says, a sly look in his eye* Or would you prefer This Wolfman and this bar for Company..*his ears perk up* the horses are here, Shall we Go My Dear Vixen?? *He says, a flourish of a bow, motioning to the door*

 

[poohlive]

Joach muttered softly. He hated this cold weather, and by the coast. The constant wind, why was it always there. If the wind had somewhere to go, wouldn't it go there, and leave the cast alone.
He looked up, the clouds made the day looked drearier than it was. He paused, a village was not too far off. He rubbed the neck of his horse, Wyld, and urged the steed on. He seemed preoccupied with a patch of grass, but obeyed.
Joach looked at his hand. He had to keep up his training, although he didn't see why it was any use. He couldn't master magick if his life depended on it.
The way his teacher kept talking, it apparently had.
HE concentrated, trying to make a fire in his hand. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to hook up to the power.
He looked... to his surprise there was something in his hand!!!
It was a frog.
"DAMNIT!!!"
Joach threw the frog to the ground. That was the fourth frog today, and he only tried his magick three times. Joach knew this would take a lot of concentration.
It was starting to rain, Joach pulled an heavy coat over his shoulders and headed for the village. Maybe there was a place to stop, he didn't have much money, but he needed to stop for a few days. He could find a job somewhere.
Wyld walked on.
Far behind him, a huge two story barn, used for storing a winter's supply of hay for a family of farmeres had erupted into flames. The rain soon put it out.
But no one could find out what started the fire...
(How's that for a great opening?)

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

... held out her hand to hold Rolando back.

"Steady..." she said as she smiled back up at Cervantes... "I'm sure I can handle my own... uh..." she looked down at Cervantes sopping crotch suggestively... "messes." Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she thoroughly enjoyed the situation she had created here.

"Ah M'Lord... my aim always was a touch awry... truth be told... 'tis hard to believe even one such as I could miss a mouth as big as yours..." at this she winked and then smiled wickedly her eyes flashing to emphasize the taunt.

She stepped forward seemingly unafraid of him despite the ease with which he had overpowered her. "I would love to be able to make amends somehow... " she said, her voice husky and seductive. As she leaned closer almost pressing against him she continued... "however... if you ever force my hand like that again..." Cervantes felt the tip of a blade pressing against his crotch... "I'll feel obliged to retaliate M'Lord..." she finished with a whisper pressing the blade to leave that meaning clear. She stepped back again throwing him a naughty wink before the blade disappeared again with a quick hand movement. Though where she managed to hide her daggers was always a point of much discussion.

"Perhaps we should start by introducing ourselves?" She smiled... "my name is Vixen M'Lord..." she executed a neat bow which had the added benefit of revealing her ample cleavage to him.

OOC:
Poohlive! Cute entrance... by the way... long time, no write together hon'! Missed you!

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*For once he smirked, then just plain smiled, ah here was the infamous Vixen of Legend, Slaying Demons and Fools, there was the sound of a mechanism and he began sharpening two daggers with each other, standing next to the door as he watched the both of them warily, whenever he finshed a dagger, he embeded it in a nearby wall, He had about 5 already there as he mearly watched the goings on, his eyes twinkleing with the prospect of being in the company of the master at work..*

 

[Ambrosious]

Darva came to and swore. Damn! She had just blacked out againg. How long had she been in a trance this time? And who was responsible? Looking around she noticed the newcomers in the inn.

"What does everyone want to drink?! Shout out your orders and I'll get to them when I can!"

She stood by the bar and waited for the responses, while trying to figure out what had caused this most recent trance.

 

[Ravenloft]

Re: Vixen...

Cervantes:

The moment Vixen aproached him a second time Cervantes regarded her with that same lust filled gaze. Never wavering once, not even with a blade to his groin. As she stepped back, bowing Cervantes spoke to her as though she was the only one to hear him. "My mouth may be a wide target, but it is not without its own talents. Thus its length is justified." He said flatly. "How like a woman you are. Not able to draw blood even when you have drawn steel." He taunted off handedly, as though it was of no consequince. "And you may call me Cervantes." He said, as he watched her breasts intently. Catching her eyes as she rose. "Or continue with "M'Lord." at your discretion, dear Vixen." He gave her a half hearted bow in return, his eyes never leaving their perusal of her body.

As the bar maid came too, from whatever sort of physical malady had claimed her mere moments before, asking what people wished to drink, Cervantes stood up right once more. "Nothing for me now, wench... What I thirst for cannot be saciated by the contence of a mug I am afraid." He licked his lips at Vixen with those words.