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[Ancalimon]

Namennarg comes through the door of the Angry Nymph Alehouse, pushes back his hood, and walks over to the bar, dripping rain off of his coat.
"I'll have a mug of your best ale, barkeep." he says to the man.
"Very well, sir, that will be three copper." the bartender replies.
Producing four gold pieces from a pouch under his cloak, Namennarg says "Get a round for everyone in here, in fact.".
As Namennarg sits down in one of the empty booths, facing the door and propping his ashanderei next to him on the seat, the bartender asks "What will everyone here be having?".

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vushlo

Vushlo sat in the rain on his big black warhorse, the water ran from him and the horse as they both surveyed the land. Being a knight he got killed in a battle against a wizard, before his soul could escape his dead body a vision of a lovely woman appeared to him.

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It was Death and she gave him a choice, leave the mortal realm and take his chances of going to heaven or hell or serve her on the mortal realm as her champion, her knight.

For Vushlo the choice was an easy one, he picked to become her champion and in that instant he became an undead. For years he partook in battles and wars, every life he snuffed out a conquest for Death. Death was a cold mistress, but never unkind to those who served her well and Vushlo served her well.

Now he sat here on a hill overlooking a vale and a town, the cold nor the wetness bothering him or the horse as they were both undead. The horse snorted and pawed at the wet ground, it's eyes glowing a dull red. Vusho gently patted the horse's neck, a habit he had when he was alive and now a habit that he used to remember the horse to stay quiet. Finally nudging the horse forward, Vushlo headed towards the town. Fate have waken him from his slumber and drew him here, maybe answers awaited him in the town below him.

The streets were empty as Vushlo rode into town, he was sure that it was the rain that kept it so empty, here and there a dark figure wrapped in a cloak would dash from one building to another, at the town center he reigned in the horse and they waited, looking like a statue in the shadows cast over the center.

 

[tia_wild]

Adrienne Tempest

Adrienne nestled her hood tighter about her face, bracing against the driving rain. She stepped lightly from shadow to shadow along the edge of the street, not particularly focused on hiding, but the rain's deluge was minutely lessened by eaves of house and shop. It was dark as the deepest layer of hell due to the boiling rainclouds, and somewhere beyond the sun was soon to set, which would make it darker still. The paltry heat the sun's light might lend to the cloudcover hardly reached the city street she traversed, but she knew that nightfall would rob the air of even such tentative warmth. Her dual nature would shield her from the cold, but no cat alive could stand both the cold AND the wet. She needed a place to sleep, and that meant finding an inn.

She reached the town's center with little difficulty, but the dim illumination and incessant downpour made it difficult for her to discern the nature of the few signs that hung advertising shops and buisinesses. Spying a man on horseback who to all intents and purposes looked to be of some import, Adrienne stepped from the encircling shadows long enough to address him.

"Pardon me, sir," she called in a sultry purr, "but it seems I've gotten turned round in the dark and damp, could you direct me to the nearest inn?" Her face was concealed beneath a featureless black mask that blended so well into the shadows of her hood that it lent the appearance of a pair of alluring slit-pupil eyes beckoning forth from a shadowy void.

Her body arched as she spoke, flashing curve at all the right angles; a subconscious motion as much a part of her as her assassin's training.

 

[Wargarble]

Naden trudged through the streets of... whatever this town was called, he didn't care. He walked along the middle of the road with his hood down. It was a nice atmosphere, walking along the middle of a dark empty street, rain pouring down, not a drop touching him.

Naden laughed at himself then 'what am I becoming, some kind of poet?' He thought as he stopped to drink again from the wineskin in his hand. It had run dry. He looken about and spotted an bar.

He stumbled in the door and leaned on the counter, placing a few silver coins on it's top. "Wine" he told the man who snatched up the money, "lots of wine". Naden was beginning to sober and he didn't want his mind alert enough to dwell on the events of the past few days, the people he killed. But he couldn't turn down a job, it was money in his pocket and food in his belly, no matter how many dying screams haunted his thoughts.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vushlo

Vushlo turned his attention to the sultry voice as it surely was talking to him as he was the only creature to talk to. He watched her calmly as she moved her body and a cold smile touched his lips, an assassin, another servant to his lady even if she didn't know it. He raised his arm and pointed up a street, his voice cold and foreboding.

"Up that street, third to the right, you will notice a lot of sounds from the inside"

She wasn't what he was waiting for, so he turned his attention back to scanning the town center, sooner or later the reason he was here would come along

 

[Ancalimon]

Eyeing the man who had just walked in, Namennarg wondered where he came from. He was obviously military, based on his haircut. He seemed to be very drunk, and not happy. He decided not to say anything to the man, assuming that he would want to be left alone. Instead, he walked up to the bar to speak to the barkeep about a room available somewhere in the city of Wedneston.

"Well, sir, I have good news and bad news." the barkeep said, smiling. "Luckily, I have one room left here, so you don't have to go out in the rain. Unfortunately, it's our most expensive room, and will cost you six gold pieces. If you would like to try to look for a less expensive room, you can go to the Rich Prophet Inn, and I believe they should still have a few rooms available."

"I'll take the room that you have left." said Namennarg, placing the six gold coins on the counter. "And, if at all possible, could you send someone up in the morning to wake me?"

"Yes sir, of course. The room is the last door on the right." the barkeep responded.

Heading back to the booth, Namennarg grabbed his weapon, and headed up the stairs, and towards the back of the hallway. The door that the barkeep had directed him to was well carved with a simple leaf motif. He opened the door, and peered inside, checking to see if the room was empty. Upon verifying the safety of the room, he entered, taking off his cape and coat, and laying them across the back of a chair in the room. After propping the ashanderei where he'd be easily able to reach it from the bed, he began the lengthy process of taking off his boots and gloves.

 

[LeoHawk35]

Leo

Leo moved over the hill, scythe in his right hand, and thought over the message delivered to him.

"Go to the town to the south. You will know it when you see it. Go to the town center. You will meet your companions for your next journey there."

It had been a soul that delivered the message to him. A thing that had only happened once before, so he was wise to heed it's call. It did not specify the town, but said he would know it when he saw it. So it was that he traveled west, a lone wanderer dressed in black. Many would see him, but very soon forget his passage. He had been one of Death's servants for just over four hundred years. He had sent many souls to her, and had been rewarded with being allowed to wander the world as he saw fit. When she needed him, she would send for him.

The soul was the messenger, and he was the servant. He saw a town in the distance through the rain. A rain that fell ravenously, yet his robes stayed completely dry. He knew this was the town he sought, so he stepped beyond his corporeal bounds into the shadow realm. He moved in this realm, but traveled faster than in the mortal realm. He stepped out of the shadow and into the gate of the town. There were no people in the streets, most likely due to the rain, save the occasional hooded figure that dashes from doorway to doorway. He moved slowly through the town, taking note of the various inns and other structures of importance. He arrives at the town center, a large fountain with a statue of an angel on the top.

A women in dark clothing passed by him, her very movements seductive. An assassin, though an odd one at that. He also noticed a horse and rider off next to a stand of trees who seemed to be waiting for someone, or something. There was something about them that seemed off. Maybe it was the glowing eyes of the horse, or how neither seemed to breathe. Leo turns back to the fountain and looks at his reflection in the water, distorted by the rain, and waits.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vushlo

Vushlo felt it arrive, a movement on cold among the air. Another servant of Death. Turning his gaze towards the fountain he saw the new arrival, the scythe told him all that he needed to know. Nudging the horse forward they slowly walk up to the figure as it looked at itself in the water.

"You have been summoned I presume"

 

[LeoHawk35]

Leo

Leo heard the horse move and the voice behind him. He turned to look at the rider who was now just a few feet away and looking right at him.

"Indeed I was. So it would seem you are the first of the new...company." Leo said in a cold voice, as was his usual.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vushlo

Vushlo nodded and looked around, this was the reason he was summoned here, yet it seemed that there was more. The newcomer's voice sounded like a mimic of his own cold and foreboding voice.

"It seems like that yes"

His horse snorted and stamped a hoof

"Yes I think that the assassin also have something to do with this, perhaps we should find her and the rest of our company"

Vushlo knew that the words that he spoke didn't come from himself, yet he did not mind. What it had made him say made sense and he would follow the directions even if the newcomer didn't.

"My name is Vushlo and I know that you serve my lady as well"

 

[LeoHawk35]

Leo

Leo waited for the rider to speak. Vushlo. Sounds familiar. Ah, yes. He had been to several battlegrounds where this warrior had fought. He nodded slightly.

"I am Leo, Reaper of our Lady Death. And you must be her knight. I have seen your work firsthand. It is good we are together for this journey."

He looked off towards the inn where the assassin was heading. He assumed they would find more of their companions there. He gestured to the inn.

"We might find more of our companions at the inn with the assassin."

Lady Death had given him free reign of this world, and so didn't interfere with his speaking. She sent word when there was a need great enough for his attention.

 

[tia_wild]

Adrienne Tempest

Adrienne eyed the man as he spoke, recognising that like herself, he was more than what he seemed. Too focused on her own aims for the moment, she left him to keep his secrets, and made her way toward the tavern he had indicated.

The stranger was right about the noise. The taproom was doing a good deal of business on such a cold, dank night. The conventional populace was eager to drown their fear of the rising darkness in ale and raucous company. Adrienne slipped inside and made her way to a corner, awaiting the beleaguered server to find her. Sliding a gloved hand inside her robe, she withdrew the end of a heavy chain of gold links. Breaking off the last link, she placed it in front of her on the otherwise empty table; a prominent display of her desire for service.

The magewarped observed the room in silence, scanning the faces of the other patrons for signs of trouble. She watched a pickpocket make his way through the crowd, watched as a dozen people lost coin to a brush here and a bump there. The theif eyed her table, but a glimpse of Surprise's keen edge from her right bracer discouraged him from bothering.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vushlo

Vushlo nodded at Leo's statement and nudged his horse towards the building that he have sent the assassin to. He didn't bother to see if Leo would be following him as he already knew that he would. At times he did wonder why Fate spoke through him and never Death, but then again his lady had a more direct approach. Stepping out of the saddle he draped the reigns over the horse's neck and ran a hand over the creature's neck. He thought that back when he was alive, he would have the horse stabled, dried and fed, the hand that would be stroking it's neck would have been one of affection. Vushlo turned and walked towards the door, it opened as he approached and he felt more than saw Leo's presence close to him, he looked over his shoulder at Leo

"You would want to put the scythe away, we can not be seen entering with drawn weapons, if might hinder our mission"

With that he stepped through the open door and a sudden hush fell over the crowd. Vushlo ran his gaze over the interior of the taproom and found that the only real place available is at the same table as the assassin. Not one to ignore the drive of Fate, he walked over and sat down with the creature, for as he drew close he could feel the presence of magick. He waited quietly and patiently as he knew that Leo would have to join them as well.

 

[Ancalimon]

Namennarg, having finished taking off his gloves, was just beginning to take off his boots when suddenly all the noise from the bar area just stopped. He quickly threw his gloves back on, grabbed his ashanderei, and moved silently out to see why everyone had become so quiet all of a sudden.

Moving slowly down to the bottom of the stairs, he noticed everyone looking in the direction of one table. There were two people sitting at the table, and another moving in that direction. He recognized the man sitting at the table as the one who had been in the town square earlier, sitting on a horse. He understood now why everyone had fallen silent. There was an odd aura of coldness and death around the two men, and the woman put out a strong feeling of magic. Namennarg couldn't quite tell what type of magic it was she was involved with, but it was strong. He also noticed that the woman was quite attractive. He didn't know why he was so attracted to her, because he couldn't even see her face. Everything about her spoke of grace, sensuality, and sex.

He walked over to the bar and asked the barkeep "Is everything alright down here? I was up in my room, and noticed all the talking stopped.".

"Yes, sir, everything is fine. That man, the one with the armor, he's just a little...imposing to look at. And he and the other man he's with didn't come in with the woman, but they seem to know her. I've never seen any of them here before." the barkeep replied.

 

[LeoHawk35]

Leo

Leo followed the death knight, Vushlo, as they went in the direction of the tavern. Leo's footsteps fell unheard to any ears, as he was silent to all extremes. It came with his occupation. He noted the death knight's warning about the scythe. Leo waved a hand over his weapon and it vanished. He would call it again if he needed it. There was a sudden hush over the crowd as Vushlo entered the room and chose his seat next to the assassin.

Leo entered shortly after and noted the exits, doors, and stairwells. He made his way to the back table where his two companions were seated. He took a seat on the other side of the assassin. His eyes ran along the room, taking in all the patrons tonight. There was one obliviously armed man standing next to the barkeep looking right at their table. Leo remained quiet, his body language giving nothing away, nor were any eyes able to pierce the darkness shrouding the inside of his hood, covering his face entirely.

 

[Ancalimon]

Namennarg noticed the man in the cloak sit down on the other side of the woman from the one in the armor. He wondered if they were together, or not, since they had come in at different times. Realizing that his weapon would be unnecessary, he looked at it and muttered a spell under his breath. The ashandarei slowly shrank down to be just a little longer than his forearm, and he stuck it through a loop on his belt on his right hip. Conversation was slowly beginning to come back to life in the bar area, so Namennarg made his way over to the table that the three were sitting at, to see if they new anything about his current job of investigating some unexplained happenings around this area. He suspected that there may be a Necromancer at work, but he had no proof to back his theory. These people looked like they had traveled quite a ways, and had perhaps seen something.

Once he reached the table, he pulled up a chair, and sat across from the female. "My name is Namennarg. You can give me your names, but only if you want. If it's alright with you, I have some questions. I've been trying to investigate some odd happenings in this area, but have so far had no luck. I was wondering, did you maybe see anything out of the ordinary while you were travelling here?" he said, looking at each of them.

 

[LeoHawk35]

Leo

Leo cocked his head slightly at the man causing his weapon to shrink. He then started over to their table and sat down, asking about strange happenings in the area. Seeing how most avoided him as he moved about, Leo found it interesting that this man would sit with two of Death's servants and an assassin. Speaking of which, he looks over at her, though not moving his head. Everything about her speaks seduction, and he is aware that he should be attracted to her, but is unaffected by her charm. He got the feeling that this man was one of the few destined to be with us.

"This is another of ours, Death Knight." Leo says to Vushlo, his voice a cold movement on the air.

As for the necromancer, there are none around that he knows of, and he knows the vast majority of them. It would be one very old, and very powerful to have escaped his notice.

 

[Ancalimon]

"Another of yours...? What does that mean, exactly? And did you just call him Death Knight? How odd... Wait, that explains... Hmmmm... You wouldn't happen to know anything about any Necromancers in the area, would you? It may be that the problem I'm investigating is caused by one." Namennarg said, slightly unsettled by the way the robed man had spoken to the man in armor.

 

[Wargarble]

Naden found the sudden quiet in the tavern annoying. Even when when the talking resumed, now quieter it was not enough to drown out the voices in his head.

"Dammit!" He slammed the bar, causing nearby patrons to jump in surprise. Naden needed a distraction and quickly turned to the person on his left, not caring who they were, and grabbed their shoulder along with their attention.

"Tell me a joke" he demanded loudly, sliding a few copper coins before the customer. "I laugh, you get more" he stated, now glaring madly.

 

[Eilit]

She woke up from the room she was staying in at. Slowly, she sat up on the bed, her legs curled under her bed. Stretching her arms out, she yawned, revealing her hidden fangs, looking much like a snake. The small and pale girl sighed softly, before touching her feet to the floor and reaching for the brown leather boots that rested a few inches away. The racket down there had awoken her from her nightly slumber. Another yawn passed her lips as she slowly put her foot in, the leather feeling silky against her skin. “Mm,” she closed her eyes, moaning at the feel. It wasn’t erotic, but she loved the feel of silky things. When one works with rough textures, you get to appreciate the simple fabrics.

She strapped on her belt, which lie on the table next to her bed. Her name was Arisu (pronounced: Ar-ice), and was now considered to be a traveling blacksmith. Her appearance threw many people off, as she looked more as though she belonged in a field of flowers with gentle creatures running around her. This, sadly, is just an illusion. Her personality, does not match the face. Instead of being all lady like and kind and gentle, she is rather outspoken, sadistic (and some argue masochistically) cruel. Not only that, she doesn’t seem to have been born with a survival instinct. She rather does things without thinking. Of course, that is not to say she’s brawns over brains. Quite the opposite. While she does have strength, she is better in strategy.

Walking down the stairs, she touched her hand to the wall, her eyes closing as she took in the scents of the people that were down. Some smelled of magic, some of death and some of magic. It was hard to explain it though, how she knew what was what. But she did. Arisu stood at the bottom for a moment, brushing away any wrinkles on the front of her dress. Her black laced gloves may have been hiding a blade, but luckily, they weren’t. She walked toward the barkeep, tilting her head to the side. Softly, she spoke, her words easily missed.

“Sssir, could I have sssome ale?”

He didn’t hear her the first time and so, she tried again.

“Sssir, could I have ssssome ale?” she hissed once more, her ivory eyes taking on a darker look. The man nodded, slightly out of fear. She didn’t look around her, but instead, stood where she was. It was easier if she could just blend into the background. It was easier if no one noticed her. Closing her eyes for a moment, she felt sluggish. This was why she didn’t like being woken up. She needed her sleep due to the fact the sun wasn’t out. While she wasn’t totally weak at night, she moved at a slow pace. It was a weakness that she kept under wraps. Another yawn left her lips.

“Keep, tell me, how far isss it to the next village?”

He paused and looked at her before replying. "Not all that far. Just two days walking."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vushlo

Vushlo was not surprised when the man came to sit with them, such was Fate. She would bring strangers together, speak through people and always did anything for a reason. He noticed that the man was surprised at first by hearing what he is and then he overcome the shock to ask about a necromancer. Having the power of raising the dead himself Vushlo was sure that if he saw the evidence he would be able to answer.

"On my way here I have not seen, hear or feel anything that felt like necromancy, but if you can show me the evidence of the activities, I can answer you if it is necromancer or not"

His frown was hidden behind his close face helmet, why did he have to sound like he's dealing a death sentence when he spoke

"Dammit!"

The sound of a fist slamming into the bar pulled some attention, but Vushlo just looked over at Leo

"Tell me a joke"

The sound of coins sliding over wood

"I laugh, you get more"

An understanding passed between Vushlo and Leo, then Vushlo spoke up

"The warrior who is being haunted by his past and trying to drown it in drink is one of our intended companions"

Vushlo turned his attention on the assassin

"It seems like you were drawn here for a reason as well, but you still have not been served"

Vushlo stood up and the hush that falls over the crowd gave his words an even more omnious sound

"Barkeep, the lady is waiting to be served"

Vushlo took his seat again and the barkeep came bushtling over.

 

[Eilit]

Arisu was handed her drink and turned to scan around the tavern. Her eyes locked onto the table that smelled of death. The knight, who made everyone silent, yelled at the barkeep who rushed out to do the bidding. She broke contact to study the other tables, her silted eyes returning back to the previous. She didn't make any movement, but just watched them. She looked at each member of the group, her eyes narrowing. Something was off about them. She leaned her head back a bit, sniffing the air. They were clearly not from around her- like her. Arisu turned back to her drink, not even taking a sleep. It was bad for her system and so, she ordered it just for show.

Closing her eyes, she tried to relax her body, her sais visible along with her bow and arrows. She had chosen not to bring the hammer with her as it would make her completely stick out. At least, with her small frame, she could blend in easier. Arisu made a face, not liking the many scents she smelled and turned to look at the man who had dared touch her shoulder.

"Hey, aren't you a pretty little thing?" the man sneered. "Do you really need all those dangerous toys?"

Was he treating her like a silly idiot. Fury swarmed through her body and she grabbed his hand in her small one, holding it tightly. A sweet smile came on her face. "I'm ssssure you could teach me a lesssson or two... right?" she took a step forward into him. There was a sweet look in her eyes as she stared to bend his hand backwards. He started to wince, but she didn't let up.

"Aw, is the little girl trying to act like a grownup?" he taunted, breaking from her grip.

Her dark ivory eyes flashed dangerously. Her foot moved back, clearly in an offensive position. Her arms remained loose, one of them having a loose grip on her sai. As he reached for her again, clearly thinking she wasn't versed in the ways of fighting, she used her size to her advantage. Ducking under his arm she turned to elbow him in the stomach, causing him to loose breath. He stumbled back and fell to the ground. She stood above him looking superior. "Do not take me for a fool," she said wickly. "And the next time I hear you causing disssstresss to another female, I will dissssenblow you and usssse your entrailsss assss decoration!"

She returned to her untouched drink, the bar just looking at the petite woman. No doubt most had assumed she was only a child. Guess they were wrong.

 

[LeoHawk35]

Leo

He noticed the young women move out of the corner of his eye. She knocked a man twice her size to the ground. She turned back to her drink, and right about then everything went to hell.

"Bar fight!" said one man in the crowd.

Fists started flying and miniature fights broke out, throwing the bar into chaos. Leo stood slowly as two men came straight at him. Curious how they would seek to fight him, of all people here. One threw a punch. The Reaper caught his fist and punched his elbow, bending it the wrong way. He turned and elbowed the other man in the gut. He doubled over as the air rushed out of his lungs. Leo turned back around, grabbed a fistful of the other man's hair, and forcefully shoved his head through a chair. The chair broke just as the second man recovered. He threw another punch. Leo ducked the punch, his hand snaking out to grab the man's neck. He picked the man up by his neck clear off the ground and slammed him into the table, knocking him out. He looked over towards the other members of the group, who had all stood as well.

"Shall we leave?" he asks calmly, like nothing just happened.

 

[Ancalimon]

"Well, I would love to leave right away, but unfortunately my cape and coat are back in my room. I can go get them, and be back in just a moment. I trust that all of you can take care of yourselves?" Namennarg replied. Without waiting for an answer, he turned around and walked into the crowd of fighting people.

One man turned and saw Namennarg moving through the crowd, and thought that he would be an easy target to fight, as he was alone, and didn't look very formidable. He came straight towards Namennarg, and went for one very strong knockout punch right away.

Namennarg saw the man coming, and saw him tensing for his punch. Realizing that he didn't have time to pull out his weapon, and preferring not to have it hinder his moving through the crowd anyways, he decided on a spell. Deciding to use air, and rather than completely blocking the punch with it, he twitched his hand, and knocked the punch wide out to the side with some solidified air. This caused the man to unbalance, and when he stumbled forwards, Namennarg just sidestepped out of his way, and moved on, preferring to avoid an outright fight.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs without further incident, he started climbing them two at a time, and quickly ran down the hallway to his room. Dashing inside, he grabbed his coat, threw it on, and put up the hood. Next, he snagged his cape off the chair, and quickly swung it over his back, and clasped it on his left shoulder with the dragons head brooch. Quickly surveying the room to make sure he had everything, he turned and left. He felt a little upset about loosing the money for the room, but there were more important things going on now.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs again, he noticed a young woman, rather willowy in appearance, standing at the bar drinking, and a man on the ground at her feet, and behind her. As Namennarg was about to move back through the crowd, the man started to get up, the rage and injured pride evident on his face. Seeing this, Namennarg decided to wait to see if he would try to go for the girl again. Deciding to go for a much more direct approach, he pulled out his ashandarei and muttered the spell to enlarge it. As it enlarged, people started to give him a wider berth.

The man on the ground, still not having noticed Namennarg behind him, started to make a move for the woman, so Namennarg just placed the blade of his weapon alongside the mans neck. The man stopped as soon as he felt the blade press lightly on the side of his neck.

"So, not only are you attacking a woman, but you are also doing so while she has her back turned to you, and is making no aggressive moves towards you. That seems most ungentlemanly of you. I would advise that you don't do so again, or you may become hurt." Namennarg whispered in the man's ear.

The man instantly lifted his hands in the air as a sign of surrender, and moved away from the woman. When Namennarg removed his weapon from the man's shoulder, he turned around to see who had stopped him. Upon noticing that the person with the weapon seemingly had no face under his hood, the man started in surprise. Even though they were standing right next to a candle on the wall, none of the light could pierce the hood. The man then turned around and ran out of the Alehouse.

Namennarg just shrugged and walked on through the crowd, back towards the table where the woman and the two men were.

 

[Eilit]

Arisu decided she needed to get out of here. Not disappointed about the room or the fact that her life was made easier, she disappeared up the stairs to grab her cloak and hammer. The hammer rested against the door, standing about the average size of a human male. She was not that size. Taking the wood into her hands, she stood a moment, admiring the work. This was the reason she was considered the finest of most blacksmiths. Thor's Hammer. Well, it wasn't really his but, it was its brother. She had worked for years on this. Right after she made that horrible sword. Bound in chains under a huge mountain it was. It tried to attack her after it killed its new owner.

She knew better than to say the whereabouts of it. It would probably want to drench itself in her blood. That did not work for her all too much. She shook her head, and walked back down the stairs, everyone leaving her alone. After what happened to the man who touched her, they didn’t want to risk it. She nodded at the barkeep and left the establishment. As she stood a deep breath of the fresh air, her body utterly relaxed. Ah, should could find a nice tree to sleep on. There was no problem with that.

The young snake stretched her arms out, feeling the venom her body produced run through her veins. She looked around, wondering if she would be able to ‘borrow’ a mount if she left a sack of gold in its place. Looking down, she decided it would not be a smart decision and debated in which direction to go.