[Kageri] *A tall figure draped in a dark cloak, face concealed by the cowl of the cloak, slowly meanders his way down towards the tavern. His gait is slow and slightly uneven, due to the limp from his right side. He carries a pack on his shoulders and a staff in his left hand, which he leans on while he walks. Pausing briefly, he looks up towards the tavern, the definition of his face still hidden in the shadows of his cowl. Finally his steps bring him to the door and he reaches out a weathered hand to trace the lines on the door. Pushing down the cowl from his face, he exhales slowly, no trace of emotion on his weathered face. His face seems to be young yet old at the same time, though his grey eyes look as though they've seen everything. His hair is swept back into a ponytail neatly disappearing beneath the cloak, as he looks towards the door as if considering his next movement. After a moment or two for reflection, he begins on his way again, this time towards the bar. Now that he is inside fully its clear that he is very tall, standing at almost 6'4 or perhaps even higher, given that he is slouching slightly. The boots make heavy thumping sounds on the wooden floor, uneven in time with his gait. Approaching the bar, he sets his pack down before looking over the choices before him.
[Kageri] There is a sudden clatter of things falling from behind the bar, glass bottles which roll but do not break, and utensils’ falling to the floor it sounds like. The man turns towards his right shoulder, and in a harsh whisper which is audible almost to the whole tavern, he speaks "Will you not? You will get us thrown out again. Bloody well behave yourself." Clearing his throat, he turns back towards the bar, and reaches over to grab himself a bottle. Leaving coins just behind the bar on the shelf, he then slowly makes his way over towards a seat by the fireplace where he can watch the door easily. Pulling the cork out of the bottle, he takes a long draught before he settles back in the chair, leaning his staff up against the mantle of the fireplace. Exhaling with a slight sound of happiness, he removes the cloak from his shoulders, draping it over the back of the chair.
[Kageri] Turning to the table now, he begins to speak in soft, hushed tones. "Now see what you've done. I've a good mind to not bring you next time, you wretched creature you." He sighs and rubs his temples "No, not now, you've given me a headache you infernal pest. Why do you think I'm not? Hmm?" Shaking his head as if to clear it slightly, he takes another long draught of the mixture from the bottle and exhales softly as the fire slides down his throat. He makes a flicking gesture with his wrist "Be off with you, go perch in the rafters or something will you?" The tone seems very gruff and incredibly grumpy as the man speaks, apparently to the air in front of him it would seem. Another long swig from the bottle quickly, as though he were looking to drain the bottle in a hurry.
[Moridanu] *The wind screamed through the leaves of the trees in the Mystic Forest as the hooded figure made its way towards the Mystic Tavern. Anxious emerald orbs glanced up from the darkness created by a peaked hood of the brown travelling cloak; scanning the shadows of the forest for any potential threats as the wind continued to scream it’s portent of doom. Ignoring this warning, and literally throwing caution to the wind, the hooded figure quickly closed the distance between itself and the familiar door of the tavern. After a pause and a resulting deep breath to quell any residual anxiety, a slender hand appeared from within the dark confines of the cloak and reached out to push the door open. Scanning the tavern quickly for any sign of Lucien’s horde and seeing none, the figure relaxed visibly and made its way towards a table at the back of the tavern. Pulling a chair out, and wincing at the sound it made as it’s legs scraped against the floor of the tavern, the hooded figure sat down and grew immediately still and as silent as the shadows which clung to every corner of the tavern. Soon the shadows crept towards the figure, almost as if they had been summoned, and within a minute the entire back corner of the tavern was encroached in darkness. Slipping the hood off, nimble fingers worked quickly to fluff out a tumble of auburn curls which tumbled down the back of the travelling cloak. Removing the cloak and draping it over the chair beside her, the shadowy figure sat back in her chair and watched the few other patrons here this eve. *
[Kageri] He sits with his head leaning in his hands, elbows resting on the table and seeming very gloomy. He barely even looks up as another patron enters the tavern, paying them no more mind than you would do if the wind were blowing around. Making the waving gesture again, he snaps a retort to the air in front of him "Off with you I said, I'm in no mind for your mischievousness tonight creature." Grabbing the bottle near him, he takes a long drink of the contents, exhaling once more as the fire sears down his throat. "Do not test me, pest" He speaks again, seeming to ignore the other patrons now as he sinks further and further into his own mood.
[Moridanu] *After a few minutes of watching silently from the shadows the figure pushed back the chair, again wincing at the sound the legs made as they scraped against the floor. Sighing slightly, the figure emerged from the shadowy corner to reveal her true form. A tall, slender woman, who had clearly seen better days if the various cuts and bruises on her face and body were anything to go by, began to walk quickly towards the bar. She had long ago given up on expecting to see a barkeep, and instead proceed to slip behind the bar and disappear behind some shelves at the back. Reappearing a few minutes later clutching her prize of a large, jewel encrusted bottle and a small first aid kit which she slipped inside the top of her knee high boots, the woman wiped one dusty hand down the side of her long brown leather coat as she began to make her way back to her table. Hearing a male voice nearby, she stopped in her tracks, locked her legs into a fighting stance and looked over to where another patron was sitting, clearly lost in his own world and seemingly talking to the air around him. Despite the obvious lack of a threat, Moridanu still found herself braced for an attack and laughed nervously as she ran her free hand through her auburn curls. Making eye contact with the stranger if he so chose to look her way, Moridanu offered a slight smile before quickly turning and making her way back towards her dark corner. Settling herself at her table once more, Moridanu uncapped the bottle and took a long, well-earned drink. After quenching her thirst, she placed the bottle on the table before leaning back on her chair propping both boot clad legs up on the table. Fishing the small tin out of her boots, she placed it beside the bottle and sat back, enjoying this time to just relax and enjoy a cold drink before heading back to the battlement.*
[Kageri] As one of the other patrons begins to make noise and move about more, he turns to regard her carefully, sizing her up as if expecting a fight himself. As their eyes meet, his gaze reads many things all at once. Pain, rage, loneliness and despair, though his face is completely unreadable. Rubbing his temples again, he drains the remains of the bottle and slowly shifts to his full height of 6'6, seemingly very stiff from not having moved for some time. Grabbing the staff beside him, he leans on it as he limps his way towards the bar. Grabbing himself another bottle of the same strong liquid, he shuffles back towards his seat with a gruff tone "Keep out of this will you. Go bother some other unfortunate soul this night, I do not want your counsel or your chatter." With a groan, he eases himself back into the chair and leans back. Uncorking the bottle, he drinks deeply from it, exhaling while the fiery mix courses through his body.
[Moridanu] *After draining more of her drink, she sighed deeply as she finally allowed herself to relax. As the brew had its desired effect and began to numb her nerve endings, Moridanu began to take her long leather duster off, the required movement of moving her left shoulder causing her to bite down hard on her bottom lip to refrain from crying out. A small grunt could still be heard by anyone who should choose to listen as she finally slipped of her coat and draped it over the stool that already held her cloak. Grateful for the shadows to hide her battered and bruised body, she slowly reached up and back, again wincing at the pain, to unclasp the many latches which secured her breast plate armour. As the previously restricting metal was removed from her chest to reveal a pale shirt made of the softest green material one could imagine, Moridanu sucked in a deep lungful of air and let it out slowly. Feeling around with her fingers gingerly, she was relieved to feel only one rib was still broken. Pausing to take another swig from her bottle, she looked up to see the man she had noticed before had now risen and was limping his way towards the bar. With the heady brew working its magic, she almost forgot herself and called out a greeting before the man began to speak again. Assuming his words were directed at her, Moridanu muttered ~Alriiight then..~ under her breath and began the painful task of patching herself up. *
[Kageri] He rubs one hand over his face and pauses for a moments thought, as if realising something. Looking over towards Moridanu, he clears his throat softly. Another few moments pass before he actually speaks "Hope I didn't offend you miss" Another pause, still considering his choice of words "Pay no mind to the mutterings of a traveller, the words were not meant for you, or anyone else for that matter" He looks back over at his drink, seemingly almost embarrassed, though no emotion conveys through his tone or demeanour "Apologies if that offended" He announces, to no one in particular. Looking up towards the rafters he sighs softly "May as well show yourself, bloody creature, or they'll think I've lost my mind they will." The air where he was speaking to shimmers for a brief moment, before a small dragon the size of a cat shows itself. He rubs his face again and begins muttering something softly, inaudible beneath his breath.
[Moridanu] *She looked up from her task when she heard the man’s words again. Blinking at the unexpected apology, she shrugged although the movement caused fresh waves of pain to wash over again. ~Many thanks for the apology… although it is unnecessary.. ~ she offered another slight smile before her emerald orbs turned back to the task at hand, threading a needle to stitch up the deep cut on her shoulder. Hearing his words again, she looked up in time to see a small dragon appear, and everything clicked into place. Grinning at the dragon as memories of Dracon filled her mind, Moridanu blinked as tears began to blur her vision. ~ A dragon… ~ she murmered, dipping her head in respect of the ancient beings. ~It has been too many moons since I saw one so young.~ Her voice was soft, so quiet anyone would need to be listening for it in order to hear it as she set her mind back on the task at hand. Once the needle was threaded, she leant over and retrieved her gold lighter from the deep pocket of her coat. Flicking the flint, she stared at the golden flame for a few moments, seemingly entranced by the flame before she lowered the needle over the lighter and let the flame burn it a dark black. Taking another deep drink of her bottle, she lowered it to the table with a slight grunt before she shifted back and began to undo the clasps of her blouse. Undoing enough to be able to push the material of her shoulder, Moridanu gently pulled the blood soaked material off the deep cut and began to inspect her wound more closely. She vaguely heard the soft sound of bells somewhere but gave it little thought as she searched the first aid tin for more needed supplies.*
[Kageri] Draining more of the liquid from the bottle he nurses, he shifts his position to look at her easier. "He has been my companion now, for as long as I can remember. He does not seem to grow much more beyond this size however." He rubs his head slightly, the liquor beginning to take effect on his mind finally. "Though I am fairly ignorant in the ways of his kind, though I ought not to be." Glancing up at the black dragon, he shakes his head "I hear it often enough from him, that I am dumb, for a human." As he speaks aloud, the dragon shuffles slightly on the rafter before stretching out its wings with a small screetch. He glides off the rafter and over towards Moridanu, perching on a nearby chair, he stares at her curiously but making sure to keep his distance at the same time. The man now addresses her again "Would you like some help?" He says, tone softening slightly
[Kageri] There is a sudden clatter of things falling from behind the bar, glass bottles which roll but do not break, and utensils’ falling to the floor it sounds like. The man turns towards his right shoulder, and in a harsh whisper which is audible almost to the whole tavern, he speaks "Will you not? You will get us thrown out again. Bloody well behave yourself." Clearing his throat, he turns back towards the bar, and reaches over to grab himself a bottle. Leaving coins just behind the bar on the shelf, he then slowly makes his way over towards a seat by the fireplace where he can watch the door easily. Pulling the cork out of the bottle, he takes a long draught before he settles back in the chair, leaning his staff up against the mantle of the fireplace. Exhaling with a slight sound of happiness, he removes the cloak from his shoulders, draping it over the back of the chair.
[Kageri] Turning to the table now, he begins to speak in soft, hushed tones. "Now see what you've done. I've a good mind to not bring you next time, you wretched creature you." He sighs and rubs his temples "No, not now, you've given me a headache you infernal pest. Why do you think I'm not? Hmm?" Shaking his head as if to clear it slightly, he takes another long draught of the mixture from the bottle and exhales softly as the fire slides down his throat. He makes a flicking gesture with his wrist "Be off with you, go perch in the rafters or something will you?" The tone seems very gruff and incredibly grumpy as the man speaks, apparently to the air in front of him it would seem. Another long swig from the bottle quickly, as though he were looking to drain the bottle in a hurry.
[Moridanu] *The wind screamed through the leaves of the trees in the Mystic Forest as the hooded figure made its way towards the Mystic Tavern. Anxious emerald orbs glanced up from the darkness created by a peaked hood of the brown travelling cloak; scanning the shadows of the forest for any potential threats as the wind continued to scream it’s portent of doom. Ignoring this warning, and literally throwing caution to the wind, the hooded figure quickly closed the distance between itself and the familiar door of the tavern. After a pause and a resulting deep breath to quell any residual anxiety, a slender hand appeared from within the dark confines of the cloak and reached out to push the door open. Scanning the tavern quickly for any sign of Lucien’s horde and seeing none, the figure relaxed visibly and made its way towards a table at the back of the tavern. Pulling a chair out, and wincing at the sound it made as it’s legs scraped against the floor of the tavern, the hooded figure sat down and grew immediately still and as silent as the shadows which clung to every corner of the tavern. Soon the shadows crept towards the figure, almost as if they had been summoned, and within a minute the entire back corner of the tavern was encroached in darkness. Slipping the hood off, nimble fingers worked quickly to fluff out a tumble of auburn curls which tumbled down the back of the travelling cloak. Removing the cloak and draping it over the chair beside her, the shadowy figure sat back in her chair and watched the few other patrons here this eve. *
[Kageri] He sits with his head leaning in his hands, elbows resting on the table and seeming very gloomy. He barely even looks up as another patron enters the tavern, paying them no more mind than you would do if the wind were blowing around. Making the waving gesture again, he snaps a retort to the air in front of him "Off with you I said, I'm in no mind for your mischievousness tonight creature." Grabbing the bottle near him, he takes a long drink of the contents, exhaling once more as the fire sears down his throat. "Do not test me, pest" He speaks again, seeming to ignore the other patrons now as he sinks further and further into his own mood.
[Moridanu] *After a few minutes of watching silently from the shadows the figure pushed back the chair, again wincing at the sound the legs made as they scraped against the floor. Sighing slightly, the figure emerged from the shadowy corner to reveal her true form. A tall, slender woman, who had clearly seen better days if the various cuts and bruises on her face and body were anything to go by, began to walk quickly towards the bar. She had long ago given up on expecting to see a barkeep, and instead proceed to slip behind the bar and disappear behind some shelves at the back. Reappearing a few minutes later clutching her prize of a large, jewel encrusted bottle and a small first aid kit which she slipped inside the top of her knee high boots, the woman wiped one dusty hand down the side of her long brown leather coat as she began to make her way back to her table. Hearing a male voice nearby, she stopped in her tracks, locked her legs into a fighting stance and looked over to where another patron was sitting, clearly lost in his own world and seemingly talking to the air around him. Despite the obvious lack of a threat, Moridanu still found herself braced for an attack and laughed nervously as she ran her free hand through her auburn curls. Making eye contact with the stranger if he so chose to look her way, Moridanu offered a slight smile before quickly turning and making her way back towards her dark corner. Settling herself at her table once more, Moridanu uncapped the bottle and took a long, well-earned drink. After quenching her thirst, she placed the bottle on the table before leaning back on her chair propping both boot clad legs up on the table. Fishing the small tin out of her boots, she placed it beside the bottle and sat back, enjoying this time to just relax and enjoy a cold drink before heading back to the battlement.*
[Kageri] As one of the other patrons begins to make noise and move about more, he turns to regard her carefully, sizing her up as if expecting a fight himself. As their eyes meet, his gaze reads many things all at once. Pain, rage, loneliness and despair, though his face is completely unreadable. Rubbing his temples again, he drains the remains of the bottle and slowly shifts to his full height of 6'6, seemingly very stiff from not having moved for some time. Grabbing the staff beside him, he leans on it as he limps his way towards the bar. Grabbing himself another bottle of the same strong liquid, he shuffles back towards his seat with a gruff tone "Keep out of this will you. Go bother some other unfortunate soul this night, I do not want your counsel or your chatter." With a groan, he eases himself back into the chair and leans back. Uncorking the bottle, he drinks deeply from it, exhaling while the fiery mix courses through his body.
[Moridanu] *After draining more of her drink, she sighed deeply as she finally allowed herself to relax. As the brew had its desired effect and began to numb her nerve endings, Moridanu began to take her long leather duster off, the required movement of moving her left shoulder causing her to bite down hard on her bottom lip to refrain from crying out. A small grunt could still be heard by anyone who should choose to listen as she finally slipped of her coat and draped it over the stool that already held her cloak. Grateful for the shadows to hide her battered and bruised body, she slowly reached up and back, again wincing at the pain, to unclasp the many latches which secured her breast plate armour. As the previously restricting metal was removed from her chest to reveal a pale shirt made of the softest green material one could imagine, Moridanu sucked in a deep lungful of air and let it out slowly. Feeling around with her fingers gingerly, she was relieved to feel only one rib was still broken. Pausing to take another swig from her bottle, she looked up to see the man she had noticed before had now risen and was limping his way towards the bar. With the heady brew working its magic, she almost forgot herself and called out a greeting before the man began to speak again. Assuming his words were directed at her, Moridanu muttered ~Alriiight then..~ under her breath and began the painful task of patching herself up. *
[Kageri] He rubs one hand over his face and pauses for a moments thought, as if realising something. Looking over towards Moridanu, he clears his throat softly. Another few moments pass before he actually speaks "Hope I didn't offend you miss" Another pause, still considering his choice of words "Pay no mind to the mutterings of a traveller, the words were not meant for you, or anyone else for that matter" He looks back over at his drink, seemingly almost embarrassed, though no emotion conveys through his tone or demeanour "Apologies if that offended" He announces, to no one in particular. Looking up towards the rafters he sighs softly "May as well show yourself, bloody creature, or they'll think I've lost my mind they will." The air where he was speaking to shimmers for a brief moment, before a small dragon the size of a cat shows itself. He rubs his face again and begins muttering something softly, inaudible beneath his breath.
[Moridanu] *She looked up from her task when she heard the man’s words again. Blinking at the unexpected apology, she shrugged although the movement caused fresh waves of pain to wash over again. ~Many thanks for the apology… although it is unnecessary.. ~ she offered another slight smile before her emerald orbs turned back to the task at hand, threading a needle to stitch up the deep cut on her shoulder. Hearing his words again, she looked up in time to see a small dragon appear, and everything clicked into place. Grinning at the dragon as memories of Dracon filled her mind, Moridanu blinked as tears began to blur her vision. ~ A dragon… ~ she murmered, dipping her head in respect of the ancient beings. ~It has been too many moons since I saw one so young.~ Her voice was soft, so quiet anyone would need to be listening for it in order to hear it as she set her mind back on the task at hand. Once the needle was threaded, she leant over and retrieved her gold lighter from the deep pocket of her coat. Flicking the flint, she stared at the golden flame for a few moments, seemingly entranced by the flame before she lowered the needle over the lighter and let the flame burn it a dark black. Taking another deep drink of her bottle, she lowered it to the table with a slight grunt before she shifted back and began to undo the clasps of her blouse. Undoing enough to be able to push the material of her shoulder, Moridanu gently pulled the blood soaked material off the deep cut and began to inspect her wound more closely. She vaguely heard the soft sound of bells somewhere but gave it little thought as she searched the first aid tin for more needed supplies.*
[Kageri] Draining more of the liquid from the bottle he nurses, he shifts his position to look at her easier. "He has been my companion now, for as long as I can remember. He does not seem to grow much more beyond this size however." He rubs his head slightly, the liquor beginning to take effect on his mind finally. "Though I am fairly ignorant in the ways of his kind, though I ought not to be." Glancing up at the black dragon, he shakes his head "I hear it often enough from him, that I am dumb, for a human." As he speaks aloud, the dragon shuffles slightly on the rafter before stretching out its wings with a small screetch. He glides off the rafter and over towards Moridanu, perching on a nearby chair, he stares at her curiously but making sure to keep his distance at the same time. The man now addresses her again "Would you like some help?" He says, tone softening slightly
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