"Welcome, welcome, One and All, to the grand opening of The Eternal Feast Hall! Eat, drink, talk, play, gamble, explore, flirt, sit edgily in a corner! no background check needed, and its all free!* and now, a message from our sponsor: 'It's like heaven, but without the upside of watching you die...' ehe, wrong message! please ignore that. A message from our sponsor: 'dlphlblhblhb….' don't know what that was.... A message from our sponsor? 'Try not to kill eachother, cuties~' THAT'S NOT- Alright! there is no message! please do not let this affect your opinion of the feast. (negatively.)"
*gambling may not be free if you are bad enough at it.
*gambling may not be free if you are bad enough at it.
can i join?
'Got foam in my beard.' Whispered the Wood Dwarf with a grunt as he meandered his stunted body by a bench with visible struggle. His frothing tankard of apple cider swished and swayed among the commotion of The Eternal Feast Hall, as it was called. He'd ordered a chicken roast to fill his gurgling belly, enough for him to forget the fast he'd suffered out on his trek so far from Glythryncote. It was costly enough, too; a quarter's day work down the drain. Tonaf took a deep chug of his drink to erode this thought before laying the cup back onto the desk, denying the tempremental alcohol a chance to spite him and spill upon the floor -- or worse, a fellow patron. It gave him enough reason to sit alone, at least. Sure, any Dwarf worth his salt enjoyed a good drink, but Tonaf was in no mood for carousing. Just something to rinse down his supper was enough.
Tonaf surveyed the hall as he sank his teeth into his roasted paultry. He didn't feel the need to be cautious with all the raving characters that sang and danced with food and pint spilling in both hands, and the proud soldiers that competed contests of heavy drink for real coin. He could just enjoy his meal and pay for a cushy room.
Tonaf surveyed the hall as he sank his teeth into his roasted paultry. He didn't feel the need to be cautious with all the raving characters that sang and danced with food and pint spilling in both hands, and the proud soldiers that competed contests of heavy drink for real coin. He could just enjoy his meal and pay for a cushy room.
The avian stood, his wings tucked neatly behind his back with his shoulder propped against the wall. His green gaze scanned the room filled with drunken bigots and filthy swine. The Demonologist told a sip from the mug grasped tightly in his right hand, his white knuckled fingers holding onto it as if for dear life. The he was obviously less than sober, the drink he held in his bedazzled mug smelling of strong liquor. He looked about 21, certainly no younger than 19. He had heavy black wings, that upon closer inspection were empurpled in the light.
This avian was a fine specimen, with large muscles and handsome, bright eyes. His skin was a burnished chestnut, with eyes the color of a fine emerald. He wore a tight, sleeveless hoodie of deep grey, with two darker stripes running down its right side and it’s hood. His fluffy locks of black held much volume, keeping its place instead of falling down over his face. A perpetual look of irritation stained his face, giving him a ‘Badboy’ aura. By his side hung a holster, Strapped safely in it was a pistol that had streams of glowing green radiation through its cracks and crevices. Everything about this He seemed to make those not want to bother him, like a raven. Dark, and mysterious.
This avian was a fine specimen, with large muscles and handsome, bright eyes. His skin was a burnished chestnut, with eyes the color of a fine emerald. He wore a tight, sleeveless hoodie of deep grey, with two darker stripes running down its right side and it’s hood. His fluffy locks of black held much volume, keeping its place instead of falling down over his face. A perpetual look of irritation stained his face, giving him a ‘Badboy’ aura. By his side hung a holster, Strapped safely in it was a pistol that had streams of glowing green radiation through its cracks and crevices. Everything about this He seemed to make those not want to bother him, like a raven. Dark, and mysterious.
Blend was sat in the corner of the room drinking a well deserved drink. the cup or shall we call it a small mug was now half full from him guzzling it down, enjoying the taste. he however didn't get drunk and it was extremely rare if so, the alcohol had no affect on his half immortal body as he was a shapeshifter and with that came slow ageing and pretty looks he was however pleased about that tho. while he drank the last of his drink he settled his mug down. then he was polishing his Phaesphoros, smiling as he saw his reflection within it.
(picture is on the link > shows the sword)
(picture is on the link > shows the sword)
Aiden sat at the long table, a glass of red wine in hand. His handsome face rested in a warm smile. He looked at the other people in the room, offering a smile as greeting. He noticed the large number of intoxicated folk, holding back a grimace, had he been less polite he would have spoken down on such behavior, especially in front of a noble such as himself, but he said nothing, instead continuing to sip wine and glance at people, hoping to strike up a conversation.
A long withdrawn grunt hazed from the Wood Dwarf's throat as he finished the last morsels of his roasted supper, leaving only a boney shell upon the pewter plate. He swivelled down the last minute drippings of apple cider within his tankard -- he knew full well it would be bedtime as soon as he'd finished. Why he tried to savour the drips was something even Tonaf struggled to guess, as if he'd try perservere through the night for a little shred of action: a little spice to his hour before bed. He'd peer by the bardic circle as he ate like a stunted vulture, waiting for a drunken patron or a few to engage eachother in a little... disagreement. Now that would've served as quaint entertainment before a night's rest.
Tonaf released himself from the wooden bench, granting a silent, dissociative nod to a sauntering barmaid who came to remove the nest of bones. He saw a few new faces in the feast hall before he paid for his supper, but they all seemed as tempremental as the Wood Dwarf himself. Soon enough, he waddled his stubby legs by the centre of the hall, becalmed by the fact that no drunken lout had disturbed his evening meal.
Before the rancid stench of somebody's half digested breakfast hung heavy and immediate in the air, alongside a wretched gurgle from an armoured figure almost twice Tonaf's size, the bigger man clutching at the residue that stained his tabard. Tonaf stepped a few feet away as the fellow quickly collapsed upon a puddle of his own fluid, hardly dead, but definitely out for the count.
"What the bloody Hell's happened here...?" Tonaf wondered aloud, his concerened voice drowned out by the ongoing jovial cheers and bardic melodies.
Tonaf released himself from the wooden bench, granting a silent, dissociative nod to a sauntering barmaid who came to remove the nest of bones. He saw a few new faces in the feast hall before he paid for his supper, but they all seemed as tempremental as the Wood Dwarf himself. Soon enough, he waddled his stubby legs by the centre of the hall, becalmed by the fact that no drunken lout had disturbed his evening meal.
Before the rancid stench of somebody's half digested breakfast hung heavy and immediate in the air, alongside a wretched gurgle from an armoured figure almost twice Tonaf's size, the bigger man clutching at the residue that stained his tabard. Tonaf stepped a few feet away as the fellow quickly collapsed upon a puddle of his own fluid, hardly dead, but definitely out for the count.
"What the bloody Hell's happened here...?" Tonaf wondered aloud, his concerened voice drowned out by the ongoing jovial cheers and bardic melodies.
Hearing the armored man hit the floor, Aiden turned. Seeing the fellow lying on the floor, he stood, concerned. He left his place at the table and walked over to the passed out man, his heeled boots clicking against the floor. He stopped next to Tonaf, not wanting to get any closer. He grimaced a bit at the rancid smell.
"Oh dear," Aiden paused, looking down at the man. "Too much to drink?" He turned to the dwarf he had stopped next to, who seemed to be the only other person here who had noticed the man pass out. "Do you know him?"
"Oh dear," Aiden paused, looking down at the man. "Too much to drink?" He turned to the dwarf he had stopped next to, who seemed to be the only other person here who had noticed the man pass out. "Do you know him?"
The place reeked of sweaty men, vomit, and alcohol and Livana hated it. She sat rigidly at one of the tables, trying to distance herself from a redfaced soldier who held a large beer mug and was slurring out a song about pretty women. The diplomat looked out of place in this place, The Eternal Feast Hall. Her clean and spotless purple robes clung tightly to her thin and graceful frame, her hair, on which lay a thin circle of silver and blue stones, was long and neat, not one of the ebony strands out of place. Her skin was unmarred, her fingers thin, her features thin and delicate. She had never intended to arrive at such a common area, but her journey from Erantheer was long and far from finished and she had been both famished and tired, so here she was, residing in this commoner place filled with drunk soldiers and flirting barmaids.
She had been concentrating on both her drink and small bowl of soup, ignoring the looks of ogling drunk soldiers, when she heard the resonating sound of metal hitting stone. She turned quickly, shocked out of her concentration to see a man collapse to the ground near a dwarf. A man from a different table casually got up, wine glass dangling from his hand and came to rest next to the dwarf muttering something to him. Seeing a way to escape the drunk idiots next to her, she promptly got up, hurrying towards the fallen man. "Pardon my interruption gentlemen, but may I ask why this man has fallen?" she asked quickly, coming to stop near the dwarf and the man.
((Is it alright that I joined in?))
She had been concentrating on both her drink and small bowl of soup, ignoring the looks of ogling drunk soldiers, when she heard the resonating sound of metal hitting stone. She turned quickly, shocked out of her concentration to see a man collapse to the ground near a dwarf. A man from a different table casually got up, wine glass dangling from his hand and came to rest next to the dwarf muttering something to him. Seeing a way to escape the drunk idiots next to her, she promptly got up, hurrying towards the fallen man. "Pardon my interruption gentlemen, but may I ask why this man has fallen?" she asked quickly, coming to stop near the dwarf and the man.
((Is it alright that I joined in?))
"I believe he drank too much, something that unfortunately seems all too common in this place." Aiden looked back out over the hall once more, seeing many a tipsy man. He frowned, this was certainly not the place for a prince such as himself.
He swirled the wine glass in his hand. "It is a foolish man that cannot hold his alcohol." He muttered to himself. "Ah, never the matter. Should we alert one of the barmaids, we can't just leave him on the floor, he'll surly get trampled by another one of these drunk idiots..."
He swirled the wine glass in his hand. "It is a foolish man that cannot hold his alcohol." He muttered to himself. "Ah, never the matter. Should we alert one of the barmaids, we can't just leave him on the floor, he'll surly get trampled by another one of these drunk idiots..."
blend smiled at what looked to be a drunken man on the floor knowing he could sense his hormones, blood pressure and heart rate. he chuckled " hes drunk alright, but by the sounds of things he's not gonna wake up till tomorrow. his heart beat it a total mess tho and has high blood pressure" he spoke low from the corner of the room where he was still polishing his Phaesphoros sword.
Aiden looked up at the man who had just spoken. "Pardon my intrusiveness, but how would you know that?" Aiden raised an eyebrow at Blend. "And, if that is true, then we ought to at least get him off the floor." He said this, but he made no motion to get closer to the passed out man.
"I'm a shapeshifter or what you people would get the name wrong call me a werewolf." He muttered getting a little bored.
Tonaf gazed down at the poor fellow; a hint of second hand embarrassment crept over hairs upon his back. It didn't help that a few other onlookers like himself came along to pass their judgement. "Clearly, man's not been able to hold down his drink." He commented with a bemused, almost pity-ridden tone. "Shame that. The best aspect of a good night, is to know when to call it a night." Tonaf grunted, rubbing his own sullen eyelids in a reminder that it was still past his bedtime. "An' you know what? I think it's time I called it my night." He finished with an audible yawn, hardly making the polite gesture to cover his open mouth.
"Night? Night!?" A regal voice called out beyond a fine veil of red drape, the figure's cloaked hand pulling away at the curtains. "The night is still young! The bards still sing and the full moon has yet to rise! Surely, have you folk come here to revel, yes?" A blonde muscular nobleman raved, carrying a half-full glass of wine in hand, lurching toward the group of onlookers beside an empty chair which had clearly belonged to the unconscious man still faced down.
Tonaf rubbed at his eyes again, but more grizzled faces peered toward the group, their uniforms much like their sleeping companion.
"Night? Night!?" A regal voice called out beyond a fine veil of red drape, the figure's cloaked hand pulling away at the curtains. "The night is still young! The bards still sing and the full moon has yet to rise! Surely, have you folk come here to revel, yes?" A blonde muscular nobleman raved, carrying a half-full glass of wine in hand, lurching toward the group of onlookers beside an empty chair which had clearly belonged to the unconscious man still faced down.
Tonaf rubbed at his eyes again, but more grizzled faces peered toward the group, their uniforms much like their sleeping companion.
"Right you are in that, fine sir." Aiden raised his wine glass to the blonde newcomer. "It's only, ah" He paused, thinking. "Hm, I cannot remember the time, but it is still early in the evening." He smiled warmly at the new person, then hesitated and looked back at the passed out man on the floor. "Should we move him out of the way or...?"
Livana frowned at the nobleman in disgust, annoyed by his carelessness and drunk state. "I say we move the man," she replied to the man's question, "the poor devil should be moved to someplace better than the floor". Brows furrowed in concentration and trying to ignore the rancid stench of the liquid around the man, she bent down, grabbing the man's arms and pulling him up into a sitting position. She nearly threw up herself at the smell and gestured for a barmaid to bring her a bowl of water and a cloth to wash her hands and face with.
Lief had kept his distance from the commotion, sitting at a far table near the doorway. He allowed his gaze to flow from one table to the next, narrowing his eyes as he boldly made his judgements. Raising the glass to his lips- which had creased into a sly smirk as he studied the bar- he closed his eyes for a moment to drink.
He set his glass onto the table, tapping his foot as he rested his chin in his hand. Though he was surrounded by loud, toxic folk, he could feel the silence building in his own thoughts.
His glaucous eyes scanned the building once again, and he sighed underneath his breath as the boredom began to sink in. "A place so lively-" He murmured, running his fingers through his ruffled, ghost-white curls. "-could never be more dead." As his fingers traced over his two, giant horns, he blinked. For a moment, he had forgotten those had been there.
Above his ears, two emerald-shaded horns twirled, almost in the shape of a bull's, only there were fairly larger and held more dents. One was chipped while the other was damaged, though he didn't mind.
He rose from his seat as a herd of men entered, stumbling to the other side of the bar. It wasn't as 'quiet', but he found a perch. Now leaning against the wall, Lief kept a hand grasped on the hilt of one of his daggers. Just in case.
(( Hope it's alright I joined? ))
He set his glass onto the table, tapping his foot as he rested his chin in his hand. Though he was surrounded by loud, toxic folk, he could feel the silence building in his own thoughts.
His glaucous eyes scanned the building once again, and he sighed underneath his breath as the boredom began to sink in. "A place so lively-" He murmured, running his fingers through his ruffled, ghost-white curls. "-could never be more dead." As his fingers traced over his two, giant horns, he blinked. For a moment, he had forgotten those had been there.
Above his ears, two emerald-shaded horns twirled, almost in the shape of a bull's, only there were fairly larger and held more dents. One was chipped while the other was damaged, though he didn't mind.
He rose from his seat as a herd of men entered, stumbling to the other side of the bar. It wasn't as 'quiet', but he found a perch. Now leaning against the wall, Lief kept a hand grasped on the hilt of one of his daggers. Just in case.
(( Hope it's alright I joined? ))
*hans opened the door and yelled out “ Was geht Leute?” or what’s up people in German and set 2 big bottles of jäger a German liquor on the table* ahhh some good drink nein? *he sat down and began to chug the first bottle as he looked at the fellow attendees wondering if any of them were vampire hunters he kept his hand on his holster as he had left his MP-44 at home* ((it’s ok I joined right?))
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