The Mermaid's Tear

[EternalSufferin]

The little man was caught off guard, with the dagger throwing, so he clung to the woman, "Here, I'll help ye." he said. Hoping someone would figure out what was going on.

ooc: someone wanna explain to me what's going on here, I'm lost did I miss a post or something, who said there was a creature, where'd it come from?)

ooc: "You clumsy Git" was heard grumbled from the creature as he picked up his satchel, perusing the contents to ensure their safety. Dripping in ale, and 'brew', Gennifer picked herself up off the floor, apologising profusely as she tried to return the salvageable glassware to the glowering woman's tray.

When pixiecat came in.

 

[EternalSufferin]

Mastema remaind quiet for a few minutes, taking in all the excitement that seemed to follow him every where he went. He re-sheathed his hell blade, and bent down to pick the creature up.

"He's a murderer, not one i'm sure your boss would want around" he told the tender not even knowing his name, or caring at this point.

"Does this place have a back door? I don't think people want this trash sitting out front" he asked the tender quietly.

 

[amchentai]

Yu looked at the body and and then back to the girl. "I don't know what's really going on..." She said to the bar tended. She did know one thing, the dead monster was starting to smell very very bad very quick. "We better do something about that thing though before that smell gets worse..." She said out loud.

 

[slippedhalo]

Yasmina eyed the bodyfrom her place at the bar. She walked over and stated, "If you people have a large enough oven, I can get rid of it for you...for a price." she said, her ice blue eyes gleaming.

 

[The_gladiator]

Filliam Goatfoot

The bartender tried to pretend like this was normal. "Eh, just throw it out back," he said.
Then turning back to the injured woman, "Are you sure you'll be ok?" he asked.
Not used to having his attention so devided he then turned back to Yasmina, "You still want a job?" he laughed, trying to make light of the situation, but it sounded forced.

 

[slippedhalo]

"Yes, please." replied Yasmina, picking up the weighty body and attempting to drag it. 'Uh....'s heavy...a little help, perhaps?" she asked as she shifted the dead weight awkwardly.

 

[EternalSufferin]

"Yes, please." replied Yasmina, picking up the weighty body and attempting to drag it. 'Uh....'s heavy...a little help, perhaps?" she asked as she shifted the dead weight awkwardly.

He shook his head and just wondered why they didn't listen to him earlier when he had asked if there was a back door to the place.

"I got this peice of shit" he told the unkown woman standing just a few short steps away from him.

Looking at her, he kind of smiled underneath his cloth covered face, her beauty was breath taking, but he still didn't trust her as far as he could probably throw her.

He took the body from her, drapping his bloodied carcus over his shoulder and carried him outside. Looking around, he felt kinda strange carrying the dead murderer over his shoulder. Walking around the corner of the "The Mermaid's Tear" and dropping him off in the dark allyway between the next two buildings.

Coming back inside he looked around and just headed back to the bar, sitting quietly down on the same stool he did when first arriving, remaing just as quiet, deep in his own little world of thought.

 

[The_gladiator]

"Well now that's done." The bartender said as the cloth faced man returned from dropping off the body. The little man climbed up on his bench, "ALright, I'm back open fer business, come and get em." he said as he pulled out his pipe. "No one minds if I smoke, right? I could use one after all this." he commented.

 

[slippedhalo]

"So, what do you need me to do first, boss?" asked Yasmina with a charming smile up at the little man.

 

[EternalSufferin]

"Well now that's done." The bartender said as the cloth faced man returned from dropping off the body. The little man climbed up on his bench, "ALright, I'm back open fer business, come and get em." he said as he pulled out his pipe. "No one minds if I smoke, right? I could use one after all this." he commented.

He heard the man speaking and lifted his gaze away from his past thoughts.

"Could I get another ale, please" he asked quietly, blood stains still soaking into his outfit.

"I was just about to ask the same thing myself." he actually chuckled reaching into his deep pocket pulled out his pipe and began to pack it full of his tobacco.

 

[slippedhalo]

"I'll get that." volunteered Yasmina, slipping behind the bar to refill the man's glass and bringing it to him with a sexy swagger in her walk. "Congratulations, you're my first customer." she said with a smile.

 

[The_gladiator]

He heard the man speaking and lifted his gaze away from his past thoughts.

"Could I get another ale, please" he asked quietly, blood stains still soaking into his outfit.

"I was just about to ask the same thing myself." he actually chuckled reaching into his deep pocket pulled out his pipe and began to pack it full of his tobacco.

"Aye, an ale fer you mate." he said filling a foaming mug for the fellow. "Smoke em if ye got em." he said, "How's about sharin your name good sir?" the little man asked.
"Well now lassy, iffen ye really wanna help out, you could help that good customer finish sweepin and moppin up that mess over there." he said jerking his thumb at the mess that the patron who had received the broom stood standing sweeping up the shattered glass.

 

[EternalSufferin]

"I'll get that." volunteered Yasmina, slipping behind the bar to refill the man's glass and bringing it to him with a sexy swagger in her walk. "Congratulations, you're my first customer." she said with a smile.

He nodded appreciatively and smiled under his cloth coverings to the woman behind the bar, as he took the drink from her hand.

"Thanks" he said quietly pulling down his cloth covering, something he absolutely did not do in front of a female. He felt comfortable in this place, relaxed for the first time in over seven years finally able to do some of the things he's been wanting to do.

"You'll be alright" he told her throwing down a couple silver peices and an extra two for tip.

 

[The_gladiator]

the halfling turned before he could fill the man's mug the new woman already had. Fillian cleared his throat. "Iffen I'm gonna hire you, we get one thing straight. I'm the barkeep. I pore the drinks round here." he said, "And yer gettin tipped too, fer a job that taint yourn. I appreciate yer enthusiasm though lady." he said with a smile, lessening the indignancy of his words. "I really wouldn't mind some help cleaning up over there." he said with another nodd at the patron cleaning the floor.

 

[EternalSufferin]

the halfling turned before he could fill the man's mug the new woman already had. Fillian cleared his throat. "Iffen I'm gonna hire you, we get one thing straight. I'm the barkeep. I pore the drinks round here." he said, "And yer gettin tipped too, fer a job that taint yourn. I appreciate yer enthusiasm though lady." he said with a smile, lessening the indignancy of his words. "I really wouldn't mind some help cleaning up over there." he said with another nodd at the patron cleaning the floor.

He covered his mouth as he almost spit the ale back against the table.

"Finally" he thought to himself. "Someone that speaks what's on his mind" finally able to swallow his drink deep down inside with a mouth smacking "Ahhhhh"

"The names Mastema" he told the tender and the new tavern employee.

 

[slippedhalo]

Yasmina nodded "Yes, of course." she said. "But, I believe that tip was meant for me. I'll split it with you if you'd like." she offered (trying to be nice until she knew who she could trust). She then grabbed a mop and bucket and helped clean up where she was told to.

 

[amchentai]

Yu had taken a seat at the far end of the bar and was counting her money, she had enough for one glasss of that wine, but little else, probably not even a night stay. She slipped the sliver back into her bag and looked aroudn the room again, all was back to normal, like nothing had happened, it was like a dream. "A dream..." She whispered. She thought back a image of someone, a woman, she couldn't remember the face, but she heard soft words. "To dream is to hope, and to hope is to live, never stop dreaming, never stop living..." The female voice told her.

Yu sat in a bit of a daze after the memory, or dream. She kept replaying it in her mind, trying to remember or put a face on the woman telling her this, but with no luck. With a thud she ended up on the floor and that snapped her back out of her daze. She got up looked around and patted her self off and sat back down, knowing a few people there had looked at her, she felt a little silly for falling off the bar stool and tried not to think to much more about it.

 

[EternalSufferin]

Mastema looked over and could only chuckle a little bit more at the girl who just fell on the floor. He felt kind of sorry for her, he sensed something inside her some peice of her life missing, and for him to feel that way about a female was strange yet intoxicating to him at the same time. He contemplates walking to her, to ask her if there is anything he can do but that feeling faded quickly as he remained seated his mind lingering back to the past.

((ooc: if you all want it, I can post it))

 

[The_gladiator]

The halfling chuckled clapping yasmina on the back, no lassy you can keep the tip. The money isn't why I do this anyway, its for other forms of currency." he said. "So yes Master Mastema, the currency of the day is a story, for startin a fight in the bar, ye at least owe us a story, and make it a good one too." he said as he lit his pipe.

 

[EternalSufferin]

((ooc: ok guys you asked for it…Lol happy reading))


He leaned back against the backing of the bar stool, propping his feet on the bar that ran that length of the mahogany colored overgrown bench. He reached into his front pocket and pulled his pipe and tobacco from the deep satchel and filled it up. As he lit his pipe with the pack of matches he always carried around, he looked around the room at the lingering crowd of people unaware of most of their names, and quite surprised he is opening himself up to them.

“Well my little friend” he said with a whimsical smile.

“Fillian, am I correct?” he asked him.

He didn’t wait to find out if he was right or not, Mastema began to tell the tales of his beginnings, and eventual ends, and how he became the way he was today.

“I was very much in love with a woman, so much in love that I abandoned all my friends, family and anyone else that came into my life that I got disconnected from the world.” He started; speaking slowly every so often he had stopped to take a hit from his pipe.

“I was so in love in fact” he recalled quietly in his mind having told his story countless times to no one in particular over the years, then himself. “That I didn’t realize she had betrayed me and had multiple affairs.” He said, voice becoming very quiet as he looked nervously around the room to see who or what was watching him.

At some point he leaned forward in his seat, putting his arms on the bar top. Looking down at his image reflecting off the freshly waxed and cleaned bar top, he kind of nodded replaying the next part of the story in his mind before continuing.

“Her betrayal” he started out quietly, taking another long puff from his pipe. “Was my eventual death.” He continued turning back to face everyone, wondering what their reactions were going to be, now knowing that he was not quite human, but looked very much the part.

“I was beaten and killed by a group of her lovers and brought back to life by Naberius, a very strong demon that was in charge of 29 legions, a Marquis of hell you could say” he said looking around the room, eyes never reaching anyone directly but gazing past them as if feeling that moment all over again in his head.

“The moment he brought me back to life, I was to spend seven years as his servant. Well that servitude turned more into a teacher/student relationship and he taught me the ways, and showed me things that I never dreamed possible.” Mastema recalled quietly as he turned his attention back to the barkeep.

“And now, I’m here” he laughed softly for the first time in nearly a decade. “And I guess I brought my baggage with me” he said nodding towards the direction where he dropped of the creature he killed just a short time ago.

“That creature, by the way was at one time an ex servant to my love and I. I don’t know what he was doing here, but I can only assume it was for me” He finished up grabbing his ale swallowing it down in one large gulp

 

[The_gladiator]

Fillian Goatfoot

The barkeep listened smoking his pipe as the stranger spoke. "That's one hell o a story mate. If its all true,I know a guy who'd eat his boot, but a very good story." he said, "Please try not to bring yer enemies with ye next time." he said, obviously joking at this last.
"We thank ye for the story." he said with a chuckle, "Another round mate?" he asked. "So ye were once human, but no longer are then?" he asked making sure he got the story right.

 

[EternalSufferin]

Fillian Goatfoot

The barkeep listened smoking his pipe as the stranger spoke. "That's one hell o a story mate. If its all true,I know a guy who'd eat his boot, but a very good story." he said, "Please try not to bring yer enemies with ye next time." he said, obviously joking at this last.
"We thank ye for the story." he said with a chuckle, "Another round mate?" he asked. "So ye were once human, but no longer are then?" he asked making sure he got the story right.

He simply shook his head and thought, if he only knew the other half..

"Yes, please I would love one" he said tossing a couple more coins on the table.

Thinking carefully about his answer, he sits and ponders for a moment.

"That is correct" Mastema said with almost a hint of a smile. "My job, if you will when i was taken in servitude was leader of the fallen angels, to travel the world tempt them in sin and accuse them before thier very own gods." he said almost proud of himself for what he used to do during his time...

"If you don't believe me, I'm sure there are old records in the evlin libraries...Take a look for the names." He continued grabbing another and full of coins. "How much is it to stay a couple nights" he asked counting what money he had left.

 

[The_gladiator]

"Standard drinks are 2 silver, a meal is 3 silver, a room would be 4 silver, a meal and a room together would be 6 silver any aditional drinks and meals are included in that fee, the discount is only for one meal." the barkeep said as he refilled the mug for the demon man. He swept the coins into the till and nodded, "Thanks fer the story mate." he reitterated. "So ye'd like to stay a couple oh nights?" he asked.

 

[amchentai]

Yu over heard the prices and would probably stay the night, but she'd need to find a way to work up some more money, that wine was a link to her past, in some forum or another it was, and she'd need to have a glass at some point. She sighed and sat there, She had used most of her money to board the ship that got her here, someone said that the sword she carried was made by a smither somewhere on this continent. The sword itself was old and worn, it had seen many battles, ones Yu could not remember.

"Excuse me.. Bar keep.." Yu asked. "You wouldn't happen to know where a Knight such as myself could find work in this port city do you?" She asked. Had it not been for the shoulder plates having been cun in half then she might have been able to find out what nation she was a Knight to, but the armor much like the sword was worn and seen more then it's fair share of battle. The armor itself was the Plate mail armor most knights used, this armor though was light for what it looked like, unlike chain mail which used chainlinks to cover the users body, plate mail was custom fited to it's user, although in Yu's case it would seem that she had out grown this armor. The plate mail used think metal plates that over lapped one another to provide the user much greater protection from sword or spear blows, it would take a grea deal of force or impact to brake through the armor. The down side was the added weight, and from the way Yu stood and sat, it was clear she probably was new to wearing it.

 

[MissMarbles]

Elwen had been crouching down next to one of her elderly regulars when the knight and the mysterious looking man had entered the tavern. She watched them as they entered, smiling as she continued talking to the older dwarven man sitting beside her. Though fairly tall when standing at roughly 5'9", Elwen was hardly noticeable, stooped over as she entertained her guest with another one of her infamous stories. The old man let out a hearty chuckle as she concluded. Elwen shared a genuine smile - she hadn't been in the best of moods, but leave it to her oldest and most dear customers to bring her out of a sour mood.

Finally standing, she gave the old dwarf a hearty pat on the back just as Fillian rushed in. Elwen quirked a brow - as much as she wanted to rub it in his face, she let it go. He knew he was late, he usually was, but she wasn't going to let that bother her tonight. She already had too much on her mind. Giving Fillian a slight nod in greeting, Elwen floated over to another table where a young human couple were enjoying the generously portioned meal she had prepared for them prior to attending to their newly rented room. Again she crouched, making small talk - hardly noticeable to anyone who would have entered. Once again, the half-elven girl rambled on - some story of knights and a princess and a dark lord. She had just gotten to the meat of the story when Yasmina entered.

"I'm looking for whomever is in charge around here," she said. Elwen continued on with her story, looking from the human girl to Fillian then back to the human girl - her subtle way of saying 'Deal with it, please.' Elwen continued with her story - the young couple appearing to be genuinely enjoying it. The story was perhaps a bit long, but it was one she enjoyed telling. She watched as Fillian did his usual splendid job of tending bar - helping the knight with her wine selection and keeping the mysterious man's pint filled to the brim. Several more minutes had passed and Elwen was working her story up to its climactic end when, suddenly, she heard a thump, a crash and the sound of a few of her glasses breaking. She winced without even turning around. Sighing deeply, she quickly finished her story.

"Thanks again for coming in, we always appreciate your business!" she said, managing a smile. Elwen stood, making her way over to the crash site. She quirked a brow as she approached, noticing how quick Fillian was to respond to the situation. Just as she was about to ask if everyone was alright, something crashed through her bloody window! Elwen gasped, staring in awe and disbelief. The mysterious man - who Elwen now realized was perhaps a demon - had killed the creature that broke through the window. She continued to stare, blinking - not quite sure what to make of the situation. Watching as the demon carried the body of the creature outside, Elwen came to her senses and stopped her staring and looked around the tavern. What a mess! There was ale, wine and glass all over her floor.. She sighed, walking over to lean against the front of the bar, smiling in satisfaction as Fillian started taking care of the new hire and giving her work to do. Dealing with things like that wasn't Elwen's cup of tea, and she appreciated that Fillian took charge.

The half-elf sighed, tuning everything out for a moment and shutting her eyes. How long am I going to be able to tolerate all of this? she wondered to herself. Perfectly content in her tuned-out stated, Elwen relaxed onto a stool - however, her pointed ears perked up at the sound of.. a story? One eye popped open in search of its source. The mysterious demon man, eh? She smiled to herself - how she loved stories! Elwen listened intently to the man's story, adjusting the dark purple 'tunic' that adorned her torso. Of course, Elwen was an entertainer, and more often than not, most of her guests were men. Her 'tunic' left little to the imagination yet made the petite half-elf very.. desirable - she lived off of her tips. Mastema's story, though short, touched Elwen - which was uncommon. Elwen told stories for a living, many of which have been sad stories.. So why did this one strike at her heart so?

Elwen pondered her feelings for only a brief moment before her eyes glanced back up to the window that was now broken. While Tarkin was famous for its mild weather, the nights could still get down right cold - and the window would need to be fixed sooner rather than later. Her dark, forest green eyes lingered on Mastema for a moment before turning her attention to Fillian. She nodded in the direction of the window.

"That window is going to have to be fixed, dearheart," she said, pausing a moment before continuing. "..and I do not mean it has to be you.. but it does need to get done before the sun sets completely and the bugs start coming in..” Elwen trailed off some as she slipped off of her seat on the stool, walking back amongst the tables to clear a few of the empty tables of dirty dishes.