Swords Sex and Sorcery (IC thread)

[subAngel87]

Sarina growled silently in her throat as she too caught the commen to do with half breeds, her cold gaze snapped to the woman whom had taken a seat close to her and Rook, seeing the sencative sting it caused the woman. she then looked at the man whom sneared at the couple together then to the stranger.

Her eyes catching sight the glass mugg he held almost brought a wicked grin to her velvet lips, all though I wasn't in her nature to start anything, the comment had caught her too. She whispered softly in her mind letting a tiny portion of the celestial spirit with in emerge the ruby on the hilt of her katana shimmered like fire. The air around seemed to heat almost instantly as the mugg in his hand heat and shatter. I had been a silent warning from her to him.
She knew Rook seemed to be the one in charge but she couldn't help when she seen the elfs look even her fingers reached for her blade. Uncaring if Rook chose to have her leave she dropped her eyes and calmed herself her hands in her lap trembled. That was stupid of you Sarina, weren't you trying to keep eyes away from you she scolded herself mentally as she finally looked around hoping no one had noticed the small surge of power that she let surface

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Bronwyn jumped, startled as the glass mug in the man's hand shattered suddenly. She had been so intent on staring him down that she hadn't noticed anything else. Now she glanced around, wondering if the shattering mug was something more than a drunkard's heavy handed grip while angry.

The man sputtered in surprise and then anger, now drenched in his own ale, and covered in shards of broken glass. He cast about the tavern, looking for someone or something else to blame, or daring anyone to comment. His eyes lit upon Bronwyn staring back at him. Her slight smile at his bewilderment was all it took to set him off. He pointed a thick sausage like finger at her, bellowing through his ale dripping beard. "YOU!!! You're to blame, with your stinking half breed tricks! You think it funny, pointy eared witch? You won't think so when I've taught you not to mess with me!"

Bronwyn's cheeks flushed with her anger and embarrassment at being singled out. She arose from her seat, not wanting to be caught flat on her butt when trouble broke out. The man took that as a challenge. For a moment, Bronwyn looked towards the exit, thinking perhaps it would be better to avoid trouble. What did she have to prove to this drunken fool anyhow? She decided the mead wasn't that good here after all, and Fortune and Glory would be looking forward to that brushing she promised them.

She made to head for the way out just as the man started for her. Bystanders watched the confrontation unfolding, as if it were some form of entertainment. Perhaps it was for them. Bronwyn really didn't want to fight, and she didn't want to get kicked out of the first tavern she'd been to in nearly a moon. But there wasn't time to get out of his way before he would reach her. Her mental estimation told her that he'd catch up to her just about when she reached the table where the Drow and the little talkative half elf sat. Bronwyn hoped they would not get dragged into this.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

Just right as Catriona was about to start doubting herself, the crystal in her hands began to glow. The melting material began to get together and form...something. The half elf closed her eyes, as to give the enchantment more willpower and as she opened her eyes, she saw that it had changed form.

"Perfect!" Catriona said happily as she showed it to her new friend. The ruby had changed form to a beautifully shaped flower. "Not too shabby huh?"

 

[subAngel87]

Sarina growled at the man this time loud enough to be heard she stood her ashen wings wrapped aroun her small figure as her nimble finger slid around her katana s hilt "no you blubbering idiot it was me who caused it" the blood red ruby shimmered like fire again as she whispered a silent enchantment this time aloud the force of it more potinent than the first the shards that covered his hands shattered and heated not only cutting his hands but burning them also. Caught off guard by her own foolishness she was determined to take the blame and leave the elfs out of the mix after all she had issued the challange, the scent of his blood slammed into her like a fist into her gut clenching her jaw tightly her icy blue eyes darkened. She knew the haze of a blood lust was close, and she knew Rook woul throw her out after this but reguarless the woman had done nothing to the foolish human before her. She stopped her chant once his hand were injured more than enough that he would have to go to the town healer for aid even then she almost doubted they could help.

Taking her seat back in the shadows Sarina was still shocked at how she grew fond of some one she knew nothing of let Aline risk others knowing she was a vampire, when they find out she would once again be cast aside and they too would try and kill her. She looked toward the young elf woman who had seemed to tense and wan to leave the bar befor the night even came forth. Sarina sighed heavily as she kicked a spare chair ou hopping the girl would sit with her and Rook

 

[Bronda]

Lilianne

Lilianne had made it to the bar, and she propped herself against it as she enjoyed a cool pint of ale. She was just wiping the froth from her upper lip when suddenly a glass nearby shattered. She let out a yelp. She looked round to see a rough-looking bearded man spluttering as is eyes panned around the room. The volume of noise in the tavern dropped as he started yelling wildly at someone. "YOU!!! You're to blame, with your stinking half breed tricks! You think it funny, pointy eared witch? You won't think so when I've taught you not to mess with me!", he shouted.

Lilianne settled back against he bar. Nothing like a good old bar fight to make her feel at home, she thought. Then her eyes found the person whom this anger was directed at. She realised with surprise that it was the same woman she had followed behind on her way through the crowd to get to the bar. Not quite the sort of bar fight she had had in mind then. Lilianne put two and two together and figured that this foreign-looking woman was a half elf.

The half-elf was just starting for the exit when a female voice rang through the hushed tavern. “No you blubbering idiot it was me who caused it", a slender, cloaked woman called out. The bearded man suddenly let out a loud cry of pain and clutched his hands together.

You're a long way from home now, Lilianne, she thought to herself. She drained some more of her ale. Her heart was pounding. She suddenly felt vulnerable and alone in a strangle land.

 

[Drakkwall]

"Indeed, few can accomplish a properly shaped flower at their first attempt let alone their first gemcrafting, very impressive." The drow stated with a nod before he looked at the scenery behind them were there was a fight with a drunk who apparently had a deep hatred for half-breeds, he would have personally gotten up and kicked his ass but a vampire got the head of him, oh well there's always another time. "Would you like something to drink or eat, from what I can tell so is this tavern more open to us... unique people then others, though some of the patrons are of course an exception."

 

[kittenofdeath]

Her hand was cold… very cold, it struck Rook as rather odd, but then again, she did have wings, so she clearly wasn’t just some normal person, so he tried not to think of it. He saw her hand as she reached it up to touch his face, he guessed it was for the fur, he was used to people wanting to feel it, so he didn’t move to stop her, but in the end she decided against it, he supposed she would know how it felt for people to be so interested in only one thing about you with wings like hers.

“Well theres the village” he said, just noticing the hint of fangs as she bit her lip, another clue to what she was “nothing interesting there, unless you want to try and sweep some young innocent lad off his feat, then there’s the wilds, its rough terrain, but the games good and there’s more legends and fireside stories than I can count about that place” he sipped his drink with a sigh as he heard the brewing commotion behind him, it was too much to hope for some down time.

He was about to act when his companion stepped in, at first he didn’t know what she was doing, the gem on her weapon glowing as the air around her heated, obviously some kind of fire magic, but what? Then the glass shattered in the mans hand, that answered that question, and it may have just solved the problem, the bastards hand was wrecked, he knew without looking, he could smell the blood from here, Rook hoped he would just go get his hand checked.

"YOU!!! You're to blame, with your stinking half breed tricks! You think it funny, pointy eared witch? You won't think so when I've taught you not to mess with me!"

No such luck, he was going to have to intervene after all, well he could at least quickly finish his drink first, he brought the glass up to his lips and began to drink quickly.

"no you blubbering idiot it was me who caused it"

Great, now he would probably have to throw her out as well, she seemed so nice. He put down his drink, unfinished, and rubbed his temples with his unarmoured hand, as if trying to ward off some headache, she had done more or her magic and made things worse, great, he could already hear and smell the brute coming to extract vengeance on the woman opposite him “I’ll be back to discuss this.”

He stood without another word and quickly put himself in the mans path, Rooks presence somehow making the man falter in his advance “turn around, leave, go get your hand checked” the man stood there for a few moments, his drunken brain processing his options. In the end he did as Rook commanded, turning and leaving rather quickly, mumbling to himself as he did, Rook however went to the woman he had originally accused, stopping her before she left as well.

“I’m terribly sorry mam” he said respectfully sometimes people have a little too much to drink and things get out of hand “as an apology, why don’t I buy you a drink, I’m sure my friend would enjoy the company, I know I would.”

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Bronwyn

Bronwyn braced herself for the confrontation she knew was coming. She was hoping to at least get him out of the tavern so others wouldn't get hurt and she'd have room to move. But suddenly a voice called out from behind her, taking responsibility for the broken tankard. She recognized it as the pretty woman with the purr, 'Sarina'. But this was different. This time the voice was raised in anger.

Bronwyn glanced back to the table she occupied with the furry one called 'Rook' just in time to see the woman's gemstone decorating her hilt glow like an ember and then the sound like popping corn in a fire came from the direction of the drunken lout as the remaining glass shards on his person burst with additional heat. It was much to take in all at once, but that there was magick working afoot here was obvious. She didn't understand magick, never wanted to, but even she admitted that it had its uses at times. If only the practitioners of the art weren't always such odd characters. Maybe harnessing that kind of power drove them all a bit mad. Give her a sword or bow or her trusty knife any day, she thought.

Bronwyn turned back to face the man, noting that his hand was in no shape for a fight of any kind now. She wondered if he would know it through all the haze of drink and anger and prejudice. Rook's furred body interposed between her and the man then, and from what she could see of his furred physique, he was larger and more imposing than she had thought when she first saw him. Maybe he had a way of looking less threatening until it was necessary, as she had known some fighters to cultivate. She made a mental note to stay on his good side until she knew more about him.

When the man left, Rook turned back to her and invited her to join him and his companion, Sarina, whom, she had noticed, had kicked out a chair for her to sit. She didn't want to be a third wheel to their budding 'friendship'; their evening was only getting started, after all. But after that tense unpleasantness, she could use another tankard of mead and she figured that there was no safer place to relax than in the company of a mage and the fellow responsible for security in the place.

She offered a shy smile and nodded her thanks, retrieving what was left of her mug before joining them at their table. "I'm Bronwyn." she said as means of introduction. "Thanks for the help. I owe you." she told Sarina.

When Rook returned, she lifted her tankard in a salute to his aid, one warrior to another. "I appreciate what you did, and the offer to join you. Some things never seem to change I guess." she sighed, referring to the unpleasant encounter. "I don't want to be an imposition on your evening, so maybe one drink and I'll let you two be. I've still to care for my mounts and set up my tent someplace yet this eve, before it grows too late. Have you both a place to stay? I have room for one extra in my tent, and it is sure to cost a pretty coin to rent one from these locals. I feel I owe you each something for helping me. Unfortunately, I have room for just one, so I'll have to think of some other way to thank the other."

 

[Bronda]

Lilianne

As the excitement died down, Lilianne's attention was caught by the glint of a red gem.

She moved a bit closer and saw now that it was a beautiful rose of ruby. She looked closer at the two figures who were seated at the table. One was a pretty half-elf female. The other, a hooded dark elf male. She stood and watched the dark elf fashion a necklace with the ruby rose. A stunning piece of jewellery, no doubt about it. A cut above the trinkets at the market stalls.

Naively, she figured that the dark elf must be a maker of jewellery by trade. But how much success could he have in selling his items in the face of inevitable prejudice and even hatred? Oh, but a human would surely find a much more receptive audience, Lilianne thought to herself. Perhaps there could be a worthwhile business proposition in this.

She approached the table and greeted the two cheerfully. “Hello there! I couldn't help but admire this beautiful ruby. I had to get a closer look. It's stunning!”. She took her gaze off the ruby and beamed a smile at Catriona and Luskan. “My name is Lilianne, would you two mind if I joined you?”, she asked. She pulled up a stool to the table and sat herself down without waiting for an answer.

 

[subAngel87]

Sarina feeling foolish had bit her lip till it bleed. She had no intentions of causing a fight but something in her ached when she seen the look on the elfs face, both compassion and anger had caught her she was a little older than a century which made her younger than most of her kind, but even so she shouldn't have let the emotions take over.

Sarina watched as Rook left seemingly more than angry with her, she knew he had no clue what she realy was, her wings threw every one off, but had she been able she would have steped forth between the woman and the man. Slipping her soft fingers across the rip of her glass as it hummed she smiled weakly as she cursed the sun beneath her breath.

Lifting friendly eyes she shook her head "it wasn't your fault from the start if I would have just left him alone he wouldn't have went to attack, she dropped her eyes then even more shameful than the first her intentions had been good and stemmed off something she knew nothing of.

Sarina moved her back almost uncomfortably as the hidden scar that mares her back began to bother her. Her wings fluttered slightly tilting her head she looked at to Rook preparing herself mentally for him to yell at her maybe even throw her out, she wouldn't have fought him on it she deserved as much "I am sorry for the trouble I have caused in your bar, I'll make no excuses for this as none would be accepted" her voice seemedto trimbel only for a moment then evened out, her normal clear blue eyes hadnt quite gone back to their normal shade.

Turning back to the elf she almost laughed at her nervous chatter and laied a few coins infront of her "that's for your first one seeing that you didn't originally get to finish it compleatly" sarina slid her fingers through her hair as she stood not wanting Rook to throw her out infront of her, she laied a few coins down besidethe drink he had brought her but she didn't touch simply cause it could have easily made her sick. "my names Sarina, but suppose you already know the" she whispered softly "and I thank you for the invitation but I like my nights out under the stars" she looked at the young woman and her lips parted as if to say some thing but decited against it.
Sarina now had crimson tears of humiliation, anger, and frustration in her eyes she blinked the back not letting them fall she lifted her head looking up at Rook before he took his seat she reached up lightly running her finger tips across his cheek not caring about the fur she had been wanting to touch him since he had come over to her. Chaining her mind about leaving her soft lips parted and leaned close lher lips close to his ear "it was never the fur that intrigued me" she smiled softly as she spoke "if you realy wish to know I will tell you what I am" she found herself saying for the first time but she ha been watching him watch her intently and knew he was just as curious as she was although sh would never ask as she didn't care she was intrigued by him.

 

[Drakkwall]

Looking at Lilianne with a suspiscious eye Luskan pondered what was going on, he had never meet people so open with his kind before... He decided to distract himself a little and grasped a black onyx fro mhis bag and focused his own energies inside it before casting an acid spell, and shower Catriona with actions of how he delicately shifted the molten black mass until it was shaped into a snake which he spun arond three times, making its body become a ring, the head cured and the jaws open as if to bite something. Eyeing the finished ring he put it down on the table and poked it with a spoo, it rusted to dust within an instance. He lifted the ring up and pondered a bit, maybe it hadn't been a good idea to change an onyx with a rust curse on it, it would be impossible to wear metal or touch metal while this thing touched your body, good thing his armor was made out of spider silk, hide and fangs, then again it could be used against enemies... Looking up from his work he noticed both of the women looking at him, obviously he had missed something. "What?"

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"Would you like something to drink or eat, from what I can tell so is this tavern more open to us... unique people then others, though some of the patrons are of course an exception."

"Hm..." Catriona said, now able to hear her stomach growling at her. It had completely crossed her mind that she hasn't had a single bite to eat the entire day. "I could go for a meal, so why not?" she then added smiling. To her surprise, someone else had joined them. Obviously among the wicked townspeople, there were people who simply stood out from the crowds.

"Hi!" The half elf greeted eagerly, offering her hand to Lilianne. "I'm Catriona and this is Luskan."

 

[kittenofdeath]

Rook was glad she agreed to sit with them, he enjoyed good company, and he might be losing the company he already had if the conversation he was about to have with her went badly. He turned to the barkeep and they both shrugged, there hadn’t been a fight, and the only damage was one glass… all in all not too bad.

He headed back over to the table and went to sit down, but Bronwyn stopped him as she spoke and rose her drink “You really don’t need to repay me in anyway” he said in reply, a hint of a smile starting to form on his lips again. He turned his head to Sarina as she began to speak, he wasn’t used people apologizing for things like this… He wasn’t sure about how to respond, especially once she looked as though she was about to tear up, he eyes going quite red.

Regardless of what he was going to do, he didn’t need to still be standing to do it, he was sitting down when Sarina caught him off guard, giving him a barely perceivable flinch as her fingers came up to caress his cheek, but he stayed where he was, allowing her fingers to explore as she pleased, he even moved slowly as he sat down so she could continue.

“As curious as I am, you can keep your secret” he said with a grin “Figuring it out myself is half the fun, wouldn’t you agree?” he held her gaze for one more second, all thoughts of throwing her out gone from his mind as he contemplated just who she was, then he cast it from his mind and turned to Bronwyn, it would be rude to have invited her over just to ignore her.

“If you’re still looking for a place to pitch your tent, there is some room next to this tavern, the sun is blocked for most of the day, but you would be hard pressed to find anywhere with more privacy without having to pay for it.”

 

[subAngel87]

Sarina smiled shyly at Rook as he spoke, she should have knowen he would turn the offer to tell him down, she continued carrased his cheek not for the furr but simply cause she wanted to touch him, she took her seat wandring how much the glass that she had caused to shatter cost.

sliding her fingers down from his face she was indeed curious but she found she enjoyed the warmth he gave off more so than anything, watching as the sun began to set she ebbed her chair a tiny bit closer as she let her hand rest upon the table she had felt the slight flinch and feared she had upset him a bit further.

not compleatly sure if she had upset Bronwyn, all she could do was hope that she wouldn't be to upset with her. a soft sigh passed her lips as her eyes finaly began to adjust more for night, and the burning sensation cleared with each passing moment.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Bronwyn offered a nod of thanks for the coins Sarina laid down. She had little money of her own; her needs usually provided for by the forest and the wilds well enough. Still, good company was in short supply in the lonely existence she led. These two people were both very unusual, one might even say strange, but then again, she never felt like she fit in anywhere either. She could only imagine what they must feel. Perhaps in the company of each other, they could find belonging. She hoped so.

Sarina politely refused Bronwyn's offer to share her tent, but she didn't take it personally. She knew they'd just met, after all. Bronwyn tried not to stare, but she observed the little telltale signs that spoke of something more behind Sarina's reactions. There was more to her than met the eyes. She got the feeling the pretty woman wanted to say something to her, but for whatever reason, she held herself back from it. Her tears did not go unnoticed either, but Bronwyn didn't want to embarrass her by mentioning them.

She watched the interplay between Rook and Sarina with interest, but also feeling more and more like she was getting in the way of something happening between them. She averted her eyes and concentrated on her drink, recovering her cinnamon stick from earlier. Sarina was touching Rook's face as if they were more familiar with each other than Bronwyn had thought before. They spoke of a secret that it seemed Sarina almost had a need to tell someone. Bronwyn wondered what it might be but she didn't want to pry. Maybe they would become friends and she'd learn it one day.

“If you’re still looking for a place to pitch your tent, there is some room next to this tavern, the sun is blocked for most of the day, but you would be hard pressed to find anywhere with more privacy without having to pay for it.” Rook told her.

"I appreciate that suggestion, but I was thinking of someplace on the edge of the gathering, nearer the forest and a little farther from the hustle and bustle. It might also keep me out of trouble with those who don't care to associate with....my sort. Are you sure neither of you wish to join me? If not for the tent space, then for a meal later? I was favored by Artemis earlier today and got two pheasants to show for the day. A little sage and some thyme would set your mouth to watering. I'd be glad to share."

 

[Bronda]

Lilianne

Lilianne shook Catriona's hand, smiling happily. “It's lovely to meet you Catriona and Luskan”.

She saw that Luskan was intently working on a new stone. She watched him form the onyx into a perfectly detailed snake. And she gasped as a spoon instantly became dust as it touched the onyx snake. She just looked at Luskan for a few moments when he looked up. Then she clapped excitedly, giving a little giggle to Catriona. “Bravo!”, she exclaimed. “Gosh, that's really amazing!”. She was genuinely thrilled.

“So are you two working together here? Have you set up at the market? Oh, well, now of course these items are too good for an ordinary market stall. But you must be doing great business here.”

 

[Drakkwall]

Luskan couldn't help but fluster at the praise he received, he could count on his hands howm any times he had been praised for something he had done in his long life and this was the fifth time. "Welll... thank you... but we're not traders or partners, I was just teaching her gemcraft. I am a mercenary, a wizard, she's a healer. We're both looking for decent salesmen and work, which is kin of hard to get here, even harder for me." He noticed her hand reaching for the onyx gem and grabbed it and shook his head. "Don't touch it, this gem has a natural curse of rust enchantment on it, if you touch it every item of metal touching your skin will rust apart in an instance." Taking out a cloth of silk he warped the ring inside it and tied it before putting it into his bag, because of this he had no time to react when a gauntlet covered hand grabbed his hood and jerked it back, revealing his drowish features to the tavern, some of the patrons who weren't plastered gasped and a young arrogant and down right sniffing voice spoke behind him. "I thought I smelled something filthier then this shoddy establishment I am lowering myself to dine in." Out of the corner of his eyes Luskan saw that it was a young looking blond elf dressed in a well decorated scale mail armor, obviously of a noble birthing, high elf from the looks of it, the arrogant elf grabbed him by the crook of his robe and lifted him up to his feet, glaring at him, trying to intimidate the older elf.

"So one of the cave crawling filths have dared to sullen our lands and excepts to entrance more slaves for his ilk." He flicked a blond lock over his ear, almost as if heh ad practiced it, and gave a smirk at the drow. "Well this is one of the forces of good who won't allow your ilk to sullen our lands or women any longer drow." He spat out the word as if it was a disgusting worm to be stepped on. "I am Vilien dre Trien'avem, future Lord of the Deep Woods and heir of the Anderfel Lands, cousin of High Prince Sullan dre Trien'avem, you should be honored to die by mine blade."

Closing his red eyes and taking a deep breathe Luskan reached up and grasped the high elf's wrist and his fingers dug into the metal gauntlet and he spoke up in a calm and chilling voice, while he pulled out the cloth he had just put inside the bag out and gripped it with his free hand. "If you do not let go of me this instance, you pompous buffoon child born of a monkey trained highborn clown, you will regret it, for a very long time." His eyes almost glowed and his white hair blew in the air, the tavern was silent but some of the patrons were cheering the high elf on.

OOC: Just adding an image link of the arrogant nobleman, http://th02.deviantart.net/fs44/PRE/f/2009/126/c/f/Half_Prince___Prince_praying_by_LadyYuyu.jpg

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

Catriona quickly became lost over the course of events. Just what was going on? One moment, she was learning techniques of enchantment, the next it seems like a bloody duel was about to commence. The calm look on her face quickly disappeared as her hand was well ready on the staff, prepared to give aid if needed.

"Gosh, right when I thought everything was getting peaceful in here." she thought to herself, as the room grew tense.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Bronwyn looked past Rook as she offered her invitation to them both. She saw the noble elf and recognized his type. They were the snobs that caused her so much pain growing up. Half blood, they called her. Tainted blood flowing in her veins, a bastard child of an obscene union, never to be recognized as legitimate by elven or human society, alike.

Yes, she knew his type. She knew there would be trouble. Only he seemed to have chosen his target already. The Drow. Bronwyn hoped the bully wouldn't start in on the little half elf with him.

In a quiet, even voice, she said, "Rook, don't look now, but you don't get to sit down yet." She nodded behind him, in the direction of the brewing storm. "I owe you one. Do you want help? I'll stand with you. Say the word."

 

[subAngel87]

Sarina slid nmbel fingers through her hair pulling it from her face, her crystal like eyes fully relaxed as the sun had fallen from the sky, she stood stretching her body,her small top only rising slightly exposing little of her mid-drift. Hearing Bronwyns invite for a meal she look back to her a friendly smile in her blue orbs "I would love to but im a bit afraid I'll have to decline the meal but time by a warm fire I dont mind" she looked to Rook wandering if he would join them even just for a little bit

Her eyes shimmered crimson for a moment as she heard the high elf state his name this is a first my target came to me looking at Rook then at Bronwyn she decited to ditch her assignment afterall she had told them she wouldnt promise anything, and she wished not to cause trouble again or anger others. Turning her head in the direction she heard his name she seen that he had arrogantly grabbed the Drow, she knew that there would be definate trouble and some possible distruction unless it moved out side. Looking back to Rook then back to the elf "how often is it that he shows his face here" a hint of confusion in her eyes as she had never seen nobel blooded elf's in arieas like this

Sarina stretched her dark wings to about half their length the feathers rustled calming her, she never understood it but the sound of feathers against the other always relaxed her mood "I'm not to sure I want to get involved but even so if it dosent move outside there's a possibility this bar might not exists in a few minautes"

Sarina shrugged it off an melded down letting her small hand rest upon the ground whispering a silent spell that even she knew the Drow would know seeing that it was ment to measure the magical abilities of both parties, lifting her crimson eyes she looked at the elf and shook her head her suspicion confirmed, he would fall if he didn't release the other. Long silver locks fell across her cheeks as lifted her head wishing there wasn't a roof. Pushing herself back on her toes she squated and observed wandering how Rook planed on handling this one and if he would want any aid in doing so.

 

[Bronda]

Lilianne

Lilianne was just opening her mouth to speak when the armour-clad elf suddenly crashed into the scene and grabbed Luskan. She yelped and jumped up from the table. On reflex she pulled the dagger from her belt.

Then she smiled slyly. Once she saw the silk cloth clutched in Luskan's hand, her stance relaxed and she looked again at the aristocrat elf. Such impressive, fine armour. Such ornate, intricate craftsmanship. Such a shame. Her smile widened.

 

[Drakkwall]

At Luskan's promise of retribution the young elf just smirked haughtily, almost like an arrogant woman from the way he kept flicking his blonde hair over his ear, he must have been practicing it to do it without looking away, what a buffoon "Oh like a lowborn cave rat like yourself could possible get the upper hand of anyone of my stature." He then glared at the drow and drew a longsword decorated to the point were it looked more like a golden feather brush of steel. "And because of your slightful words against mine family I shall gut you right here and now and let you bleed out to death cave rat." Luskan grimly frowned and then swiftly reared his knee back and swung it up into the elf's cod piece he fell forward, clutching his balls which had been struck by the seismic force of the blow, while Luskan winced as his knee would have to be looked over as he knew it had gotten a fracture. Grabbing the silk cloth he untied it and as the squeaking brat stood there bent over clutching his balls the dark elf chanted and shoved his hand down the elf's throat and pushed the ring into his stomach before withdrawing it and looked at the elf with cold emotionless eyes as his beautiful armor rusted apart, leaving him naked except for a fine looking white silk shirt.

He then pulled up his hood, tore off the expensive shirt from the high elf's torso, grasped the elf by the throat and dragged him out of the tavern and held him up, the elf's hands gripping at his hand to get his grip off his throat, revealing his smaller then normal penis, which looked like a strand of spaghetti with two peas. "Ladies and gentlemen!" He shouted out, getting the attention of everybody in the camp and he strode out and showed everybody the naked elf as he dangled like a worm on his hand. "May I present to you! The future of the High Elven nobility and a close relative to the High Elf King! Here is Vilien dre Trien'avem, future Lord of the Deep Woods and heir of the Anderfel Lands, cousin of High Prince Sullan dre Trien'avem! Luckily enough he will no doubt never have a trouble with an heir because with the size of his willy he won't be able to even produce a regular sized sperm! Let alone produce an heir! That's inbreeding for you! Isn't it such an honor to meet such a high standing incest born elf in our low standard society!?" There was a deep silence before a snicker broke out, then a chuckle and finally the entire camp broke out laughing at the nobleman who looked purple in the face and it seemed that he was about to cry.

Leaning forward Luskan spoke up coldly into the high elf's ear. "I told you that you would regret it, and you will for the next two centuries, no metal shall touch your body unless it wishes to rust apart into dust." He then punch the elf in the groin, making him squeak again before kicking him like a ball, making him fly into the mud on the street and walked back into the tavern, leaving the shamed elf to run away covered in filth while a cursed gem stone laid concealed inside his body. Entering the tavern he was caught by surprise when most of the patrons were laughing and cheering him on, but he tried his best to ignore it and walked over to the bar keep and spoke up in the same neutral voice. "I'd like to order a roasted chicken, some elven elderberry wine and I will pay for whatever the two women at my table orders, this should cover the costs." He then placed three coin sized diamonds on the counter, which the bartender was more then eager to scoop up, walking back to his chair the drow picked up the feather shaped longsword and snorted before putting it on the table. "Feh low quality item decorated to look good, this thing couldn't cut the hide of a pig let alone an elf, should still fetch a few coins or crafting materials."

 

[kittenofdeath]

Rook was disappointed when Sarina withdrew her fingers, they had an odd chill to them that he was just starting to enjoy, oh well, he supposed she just lost interest.“Now that’s an offer I’ll take you up on” he said in reply to Bronwyn’s new offer, starting to raze his glass to drink to the idea, only for her to continue and shatter his good mood. He turned in his seat to see the little altercation between the two shades of elf and sighed, turning back then dropping his head in to his unarmoured hand, his forehead resting on his palm as his fingers rubbed at the base of one of his horns.

“Can I never get any peace?” he angrily mumbled to himself just before answering Sarina “he’s been coming in for a week” he sighed as he heard the conflict quickly take place over the course of a few seconds, at least the bastard dragged him outside, didn’t kill him though, rather foolish in Rooks opinion, easiest way to avoid old enemies is to never let them live.

He stood up wordlessly, rude to his company, but he hoped that they would notice the look of annoyance on his face and choose to ignore his little transgression, then walked over to the Drow who had just sat down at his table, the few sounds of encouragement that were still being hurled his way quickly silencing, not wishing to share in whatever was to come.

“A word of warning” he said, getting the man’s attention so he would turn to face him, his face still looking as though he regarded the entire affair as an annoyance “next time you start a fight here, there won’t be enough coin in the world to keep you from being thrown out” his warning issued, he left for his own table, not bothering to wait the drow to reply, it had been neither a question nor a suggestion, no response was needed, Rook just wanted to finish his god dammed drink without a third fight breaking out.

 

[Drakkwall]

Luskan didn't bother to reply to the man's accusations, he hadn't started the fight, he had stopped it before it even began, and unlike him he knew that if he had killed the fool of an elf then he would have armed soldiers after him. The high elves saw a death of one of their nobles, especially one of the royal family, as a grave slight at their people and honor, which often causes them to declare a blood feud, he had saved himself a lot of trouble by just cursing the fool, though he was certain to get some meager snot nosed nobles or hired mercs after him it wouldn't be full squads of armed soldiers, which was way better then what would have happened had he killed the prancing pretty boy of a high elf.

 

[subAngel87]

A smile touched Sarina's lips when she heard Rook accept Bronwyn's offer she hadn't expected him to accept so easily but it warmed her that she would spend more time with both. She shifted uneasily knowing she Would have to leave the bar soon.

Sarina hadn't missed Rooks angry words as he heled his head and rubbed his temples, she stood compleatly as he walked past her the irritation on his face and in his eyes more than evident.

She looked back at Bronwyn "I suppose it's bound to happen often with him being security around here" she slowly edged herself through the crowded bar and groaned as a drunken human spilt his beer all down Sarina great now I need a new top and a wash she shook her head as she ordered Bronwyn one more drink and Rook another, laying a few coins down she knew she most likely over paid but it didn't bother her. She edged herself through the crowd once more carefull not to spill any more on her and set the tankard down infront of Bronwyn and Rooks next to his mostly finished one " no need to say you owe me for this" Thinking nothing of it she took a tiny sip of the one Rook had brought her the tasted was different than others she had once tasted.

Hearing Rooks words to the Drow a hint of disappointment glistened in her eyes how can he say such a thing the man was simply defending himself she sook it from her thoughts as she watched Rook return to the table, reaching up her finger taking the place where she had watched him rub many time. Soft cold fingers slid up against his tempels gently massaging she slowly worked her finger tips around the base of his horns, hoping it helped relax him even if it was just a tiny bit.

Remembering Bronwyn had been speaking of pitching her tent some where she turned back to the elf "I just remembered when I came in to town this morning I seen a river next to a small clearing out closer to the woods but not far from here" she smiled hopping Bronwyn wouldn't be offended by her suggestion, it was far enough out of town but still close enough to the bar and offered privacy to her.