Post by Joliette Thorne on Apr 24, 2008 9:30:23 GMT -5
KELAY TAVERN
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Kasyr quietly intruded into the tavern, gaze flitting over each and every creature present with a mixed reactions; interest, recognition, ambivlance..and a few here and there would earn something reminiscent of scorn. Still, it was not enough to cause a deviation from his chosen path, the hybrid straying in only so far as to gander at the message board for a moment, mulling over the words that had been added since his last visit. "...Huh."
Rheven said to Nicholas, "Perhaps, perhaps not. I don't overly enjoy coming into public as of late, for many reasons."
Nicholas said to Rheven, "Who said you had to come into public Rheven? Cloak and dagger and the like, I'm not so sure we can fulfill the bigger of our goals without you.."
Adair nods respectfully in turn, corking the bottle, "Woulja care to 'test' meh...Elf? Is it whatjar?" Watery eyes squint to focus on the now two Esgalon's.
Esgalon stares bewildered at the drunk. "Test your what? Aptitude at grammar?"
Adair said to Esgalon, "Skilsh. You behlieve my current shtate would damper such, righ'?""
Esgalon said to Adair, "I have no need to test your battle skills, priest."
Xephalos slowly strides into the tavern, his face looking nothing but blank, black shadow beneath his fedora. Six wings wrap about his form lightly, feeling rather insecure about all these random patron about...everyone is an enemy after all. Spying Tess, the disguised avian works his way over to her, standing behind her and gently placing a hand on her shoulder, reassuring her that it was him, as only she'd know.
Kasyr finally pulls away from the board, looking decidely unsatasfied with the topics that were in fact present. Thus, the hybrid would make to eke out a route, to be precise, the most circuitous path possible in arriving towards Rheven- and one that would hopefully allow him to brush past Esgalon and trod right over the mans foot out of the blue. So, the tiefling was a bit petty.
Esgalon steps back at the last moment as the hand clasping has stopped, bumped by the tiefling though his foot manages to remain unharmed. "Ah, triumph number two, I see..."
Kasyr pauses in his tracks, a relatively flat look making itself known, "I have a name, unless tu would like to see if I can go about fixing that particular twist of fate. I have, after all, not received a single order stating that your well being es a ncessity."
Esgalon grins. "I tell you what. I win, you become Rourk's slave, freeing myself from his bounds. You win, you are free. Simple minded enough for you?"
Kasyr gets an imminently shiftly look at that notation, the hybrid doing his best not to appear amused, "So...wait, I get to become a relative free agent again if I beat tu -et- I get to hurt you? ...Et who says there isn'tany justice in this world. Even If I lose, I might be able to make tu a cripple.." Pausing briefly, the hybrid can't help but scratch at the side of his head, "Just to clarify, does that mean I'd be bound to my word to Vakarash et the paladin..?" ..Oops. "Err. This Rourk. I mean. Not that I know him. At all. Ever."
Esgalon begins to slowly approach the deranged hybrid, speaking in extremely loose syllables, as if spelling it out. "I win, you take my place under Rourk. You win, you become F R E E of Vakarash. Or do I need to write it down by drawing a picture for you?"
Nicholas mutters under his breath ," Sonofa..."
Jacklin said to Nicholas, "Hm, what ever happened with the serpent?"
Nicholas said to Jacklin, "You were there the night I ended it with her."
Esgalon immediately falls to the floor as he feels the presence of his lord in the midst of this tavern. "My Lord..."
Nicholas watches the scene between Esgalon and Vakarash, with an eerie since of deja vu.
Jacklin said to Nicholas, "I didn't really think that was the end of it all."
Nicholas said to Jacklin, "Haven't seen or spoken to her in a week or two now."
Jacklin said to Nicholas, "That is a good thing, yes?"
Vakarash lets loose a series of spine chilling cackles as he glances around, "Well well!"
Nicholas said to Jacklin, "Dunno, she was my first serious relationship yah? Most of the time they are just one night stands."
Xephalos smiles, "You need not worry about that now, I am here for a purpose you know." He says in low tones, smiling beneath his mask though it would go unnoticed and unseen. He then rustles his wings gently, "And last time....I was asleep..."
Kasyr nearly falls face forward when he takes note of that particular condescending, only barely managing to catch himself, by which point the man was offered a glower, "Hey! Hey. I got that! I meant conflict of interests et all..Look. Whatever. You want me to beat the snot out of tu? Fine! Fine!! I can deal with that. Any day of the week. As long as I'm..well, awake. But! Outside..or.Uh. Wait...Where would We be doing this?" And from there, the hybrid would nearly tip back, coming to balance on the back of his heels, left hand coming to hold his chin aloft, right hand curled about aforementioned appendage.
Jacklin looks to Esgalon, who has thrown himself onto the floor so suddenly, then back to the godly creature who has just appeared in the Tavern. Surely something stimulating would come of this encounter.
Esgalon remains kowtow, face down upon the grimy tavern floor as he continues to address his lord. "The Skull and Scythe, what a pleasure it is to have you amongst us this eve. Have you come to render your wrath against the weak and unbelievers?"
Jacklin said to Nicholas, "Do you think you will continue with the one night stands?"
Vakarash said to Esgalon, "Indeed. What new playthings have you rounded up?"
Nicholas said to Jacklin, "Possibly, probably, I don't like long standing relationships I think. I mean, its fun and all, but like, it can end up being too much of a burden to worry about.."
Tess nods softly looking around to first the boastful High Elf, and the Ascendi. Lofting a brow she turns back to Xephalos before patting the hand that was upon her shoulder. "I know, but still. You were not here, and I was touched. With all the emotions within the room, i didn't feel you come in." Offering a smile of her own she leans it to whisper to him.
Esgalon said to Vakarash, "The one who opposes me now is one of your toys."
Kasyr suddenly clues in to just who was behind him, feline ears abruptly falling flat onto his forehead. Sadly, it wasn't so much the deity-riffic cackle, as much as it was "..Ugh, that stupid nickname.." Looking altogether less than amused, the hybrid would simply turn in place, shuffling stopping so he was relatively 'besides' Esgalon, to stare over to his not-entirely-by-choice-second-patron-deity-of-choice-type-thing.
Jacklin said to Nicholas, "That is true. I'm sure you've got the one nighters down pat by now. Ya seem more of that type anyway, man of many."
Kasyr said to Esgalon, "..I'm going to kick you soon. I'm not sure if I'll stop."
Nicholas said to Jacklin, "Meh, but is it a good or bad thing that I am such a nature?"
Esgalon said to Kasyr, "You would do well to learn your place, slave."
Xephalos nods gently, whispering back lightly.
Jacklin said to Nicholas, "It fits you. It's neither good or bad in my opinion."
Kasyr said to Esgalon, "You challenged me- I do believe that puts it all up into the air again, Hunter."
Esgalon said to Kasyr, "It is hardly the truth. You are still the property of Vakarash until the outcome has been decided."
Nicholas said to Jacklin, "Oh yeah? Just another shade of gray it seems.."
Nicholas said to Kasyr, "I find something funny here.."
Vakarash extends a hand as his lips curl into a cruel smile, Kasyr lifted from the floor and turned upside down. Allowed to stay there for a moment, the Deity looks back to Esgalon, "What would you like to see done?" He asks.
Tess tugs at Xephalos' arm, or maybe it was one of his wings-- she wasn't paying attention. Moving to the door, she gives one more look back to Vakarash and his 'pet' before exiting the tavern.
Jacklin said to Nicholas, "Yeah, I guess it is."
Xephalos nods again following after her quickly.
Esgalon remains bent at the waist, head planted to the floor as he is addressed by the Ascended. "I am currently being held by a man named Rourk, a paladin who is of great strength. Relieve me of this burden by placing this one in my stead, my mentor. Then, your work shall continue and the vampires punished."
Kasyr lets out a brief sound akin to a cross between a mewl and a squeek, before simply folding his arms as he rested there dangling. It didn't help that the blood was rushing to his head, but now he had his scarf tickling at his nose as well. Still, far be it from Kasyr to quit while he was ahead, as noted by his particularily indignant, "Don't even." Shot Nicholas' direction. Then, Esgalon was simply focused on anew, "Ah. Bitching out of your own challenge. I'm sure you do your master a great service there. Vraiment."
Vakarash drops Kasyr, forgetting about him. " 'Tis done."
Esgalon sounds relieved a bit, remaining in the same position. "Thank you, my lord. May your order be sustained for eternity."
Kasyr crashes, to the floor, heavily. That tends to happen when your coat weighs more than you. "Eh-umphf!"
Esgalon turns towards the others in the tavern, noticing their total lack of respect for his lord. "Bow to your god!"
Thea tilts her head to one side and regards Esgalon, "When I see mine..I shall. Meantime, I am not particularly fond of being ordered around by those other than a possible bed partner, which you assuredly are not."
Nicholas said to Anshera, "We are two short of a full house it seems.."
Anshera said to Nicholas, "How quaint."
Nicholas said to Anshera, "And the other players seem to have only two of a kind... If only the 'king' and 'queen' were here.. We'd easily beat any other hand.."
Esgalon said to Vakarash, "If it would please you, select one of these infidels to be punished as they lack the common courtesy expected to be shown to a god
Tranzier said to Esgalon, "Who is a god?"
Esgalon said to Tranzier, "Vakarash, the Skull and the Scythe, the God of Death and the Bringer of Order stands before you. Show respect."
Vakarash would have pointed to Tranzier, but he's SUPPOSED to be in hell, so, points to Caedan.
Nicholas said to Anshera, "Shall the three of us try anyways?"
Anshera said to Nicholas, "No. One must learn patience, pet. "
Caedan said to Esgalon, "C'mon, c'mon. Do your best. So I can laugh at you."
Kasyr coughs a bit, then quietly collects himself, by general means of a stumble step to his feet- and an abrupt bit of shuffling off towards Esgalon. Really, the hybrid would continue to carry on in this manner up into he could all 'chummily' sidle right up besides him and wrap his left arm about the hunters shoulders, a none-too-amused expression on his face, "You're an incompetant follower, tu sais? I'd gained the cloak et crystal 30 something followers in a few days, et you've had weeks, et all you can manage is to bully people into it. Which makes things disloyal et likely to break as hell. Et then what? You make a challenge and bitch out? Talk about appearances..."
Nicholas said to Anshera, "Bah.. damn.."
Thea is in hell all the time around here. She just sips her coffee and watches on.
Nicholas said to Jacklin, "I'm bored again... damn.."
Esgalon glares at Kasyr. "I will be more than happy to teach you another lesson. But, for now, I have a new task by my lord." He stands up slowly, walking towards Caedan. "it seems that you are destined to become the property of my lord. Prepare."
Jacklin said to Nicholas, "I think Thea wants to talk with you about coffee."
Tranzier turns in air and observes Vakarash with an odd look upon his most gorgeous of features, "Ah another god walks the lands? Well I must say these are exciting times." He manages something approaching a bow to the God, which isn't all that easy while flying.
Nicholas said to Caedan, "Does he not ever give up on you Cae?"
Nicholas said to Jacklin, "And that is who?"
Thea pauses mid-sip, virdians floating over to Jacklin in question. The cup is lowered to reveal a confused grin, "I did?"
Jacklin points over yonder to the pixie slurping around on the milky concoction. "That Pixie over there, the girl one."
Anshera said to Nicholas, "Her." She nods to Calice, "Why don't you slit her throat if you're bored, pet."
Nicholas raised a brow to Thea," What about it?"
Caedan is visibly excited. She is practically trembling in anticipation. Her great brand is unslung from the sheath upon her back, the sword instantly flaring to life, hissing and carrying on, shrieking like a banshee in the presence of it's creator -- Vakarash himself. She grins coolly. "Mmn."
Nicholas said to Anshera, "I dun wanna..."
Thea issues a shrug of shoulder, dusty wings fluttering idly at her back as she maintains that deer in the headlights stare, "It is good?"
Esgalon politely bows to the woman, carefully strewing his extended right hand parallel to the floor, ushering her onward to the exit. "May we begin then?"
Calice laughs at this, the sound dark and completely devoid of humor. "You trifle with me when I make no aggressive move toward you. Are you really so bored, or am I perhaps just that intriguing to you?"
Caedan said to Esgalon, "Does he mean for you to duel me or to publically humiliate me? Because we can do that right here."
Jacklin nods to Thea, eyes squint good-naturedly as Jacklin gives her a brilliant grin, "So very good."
Tranzier said to Vakarash, "So, what brings you to this um... level of existence?"
Esgalon said to Caedan, "If you wish to be humiliated, I can grant that as well. But, regardless, you will become the property of Vakarash one way or another."
Anshera smirks to Calice, "You're rather inappropriately full of yourself, pet. You're rather ugly, if you must know, and quite offensive to my poor eyes."
Calice cautiously makes her way toward the table of the drow Imar, a look of disdain curling at the corners of her mouth. "You stare, sir," she says coldly.
Caedan said to Esgalon, "Oh do. Do try. I'll let you strike first. I won't even defend myself. Let's use fists. I haven't had a fist fight in some time."
Nicholas said to Thea, "Wine is better.."
Esgalon shakes his head. "Not in this locale. I do not wish to harm the place of which I frequent often
Kasyr lets out something of an aggravated huff, before simply navigating through the room, to take a seat upon the edge of the table neastest to Esgalon. From there, he'd simply glance over to Caedan, "...I thought you were Vakarash Oracle..come to think of it."
Imar 's bored gaze drifts over the unknown necromancer, and his nostrils flare with distate "Ah!" He says, contempt thick upon his words "An elf who stinks of the dead" Turning to Anshera "What should we do with her?"
Caedan said to Esgalon, "Come on then."
Anshera shrugs to Imar, who's lap she happens to be occupying, fancy that, "Kill her. She's rather insolent you know. First trying to control our dear Cris, and claiming to be ever so powerful." The polymorphic woman yawns, leaning against the Drow, "Quite boring, actually."
Esgalon said to Caedan, "Step outside, prey."
Caedan said to Esgalon, "No, do it here. I'm giving you the first hit! Go go. I really don't have all day."
Esgalon said to Caedan, "I cannot strike a woman first. By all means, do attempt to hurt me at your convenience."
Caedan said to Vakarash, "Make him. Make him hit me
Vakarash said to Esgalon, "Why do you falter?"
Calice appears affronted and merely shakes her head, the long locks of golden brown shimmering in the light of the tavern. She even summons up a genuine laugh at the pitiful looking creature before her. So frail looking does she appear that the elleth ignores her comments with a grin, and instead says to the Drow, "Impeccable sense of smell, Tel'gothrim. Though I would expect it in such a beastly race such as yours. Perhaps you smell the death remaining on you from the long crawl out of the Underdark?"
Esgalon said to Vakarash, "I falter not, merely wish that a woman attack first, for it is only proper that I dare not strike a lady first."
Vakarash said to Esgalon, "Manners be damned. End her."
Esgalon said to Vakarash, "As you commandeth."
Caedan said to Esgalon, "There
Deacon would falter his presence as he entered the tavern. His fixture slightly slid from the opening of the taverns doors as he would let the door creek back soflty. Deacon would then avert his posture to face the enormus amount's of patron's along the tavern. His cranium soflty flickering back as the locks fell from his visage, revealing the animality of the golden eyes. Digits slowly careesing through his hair as he peered throughout the tavern spotting Tess. A pleasant smile eroding onto his vermillion lips as his passage was made her way, presuming a seat beside her. He turned to her as he sat, as a cordial inclination was given to her as his mouth opened, rounding out a sweet melancholy voice "Hello Tess" he replied.
Thea looks over to Keter, grin spreading on her lips, "Aye, I have heard such as well. Though it is amusing to see one so under the control of the desired victim."
Esgalon nods to Caedan as he draws forth a cruel set of daggers from his waist line. "For your disobedience, you shall be punished. Go peacefully," he ends, a last bow given towards her
Caedan said to Esgalon, "Okay. I will. You start."
Caedan is grinning like a madwoman. Wait. She is a madwoman.
Calice frowned as she lost all interest in banter with the woman and drow before her. Instead she turns her back to them, gracefully moving across the tavern to have a better view of the fight between Esgalon and Caedan.
Keter nods to Thea "I suppose some people are desparate for a path"
Thea stared off distantly to the pair of combatants, affirming Keter's assessment with a nod.
Kasyr stares blandly at the exchange, the hybrid only ceasing to stretch out his features by means of an exasperated palm-to-face after things looked like they were going to start. From there, a simple but enthusaistic, "Kill 'im dead, Cherie." would come around.
Rourk said to Kasyr, "Hello friend."
Esgalon nods upon hearing her, though wastes little time thereafter as the daggers flow easily through the air as if a hardened appendage attached to each hand. The winds whip about the death knight, the robes he dons soaring about his frame before suddenly whipping them off his frame into the direction of the woman. Cover, it seems, would be the main objective of the flying black materials as it lazily dangles in the musty air of the gathering populace of Kelay. Succumbing behind the smokescreen comes the twin malicious bits of steel, drawing effortlessly about the skilled hunter as he abruptly leaps skyward, the set sent piercing through the clothing and rendering it to shreds as the arching leap now heralds down towards the psychic. Both blades stand poised, the screeching assailant seeking to drive their emotionless tips into the shoulder blades of Caedan and pinning her against whatever furniture they might land upon.
Rourk turns to Caedan, eyeing her against the wall and then back towards Esgalon, the just now arriving paladin barking towards the high elf, "Shall I make you beg, mutt?"
Olveria flies into the tavern, straight for the bar, and then to the board. She orders a drink, before reading the posts.
Kasyr said to Rourk, "Hey. The hunter over there used his godling to bitch out of his challenge et just force moi to be your servant. Now, seeing as your all good, et he's the devout servant of an evil god, what say tu order me to stab the hunter, in the back. Then maybe eat him. I'm a bit..peckish. Oh. Et you can help. I'm sure. I imagine if Caedan doesn't kill him, ending him -will- be relatively easy after."
Rourk said to Kasyr, "You know I am always there to help, sir."
Kasyr said to Rourk, "I was counting on that. You know, Goodness abides...or something. "The hybrid couldn't help but wonder how the hell he'd just managed to say the whole of that with a straight face, but he could only assume the Paladins answer was likely derived from thinking the mention of tearing into Esgalon like a good steak was a morbid joke, "...So...Since your the boss until I talk you into letting me go- preferably after tu compell me to gut Esgalon. When do we kill him?""
Olveria transofrms into her human form after landing by the fire. She looks around, nodding to the faces she knows, and even some she does not.
Imar ’s fingers dance upon the polymorph’s snowy white hair, and his soft laughter is but a musical whisper upon the tavern’s feted air. He waits as Anshera rises to leave, and then turning once more to the Necromancer, the Dark One arches a mocking brow. Getting easily to his feet, he moves up to stand behind the elf woman, and says softy into her ear “Such words are dangerous little elf, and turning your back even more so. You irritated me, and that, I shall soon give you into the arms of those tormented souls you seek to control” Turning, a chuckle still playing upon his lips, the Scion exits the tavern.
Rourk said to Kasyr, "You understand you are already free, aye? Have at him, as you will... He is one soul I will likely not save."
Kasyr said to Rourk, "Well, by all technicality, You can wait to let me go until -after- he's dead. Since, if Vakarash -does- return, I'd adore to gleefully tell him that his divine wisdom is what resulted in his little minion being torn to shreds."
Olveria raises her eyebrows "Who is to be torn to shreds?" she inquires.
Caedan is really transfixed by the floating robe debacle, intently eyeing its ascent and subsequent descent while purring as its warmth -- leftover from when it clung to it's owner -- envelops her. Consequently, her attention is diverted from Esgalon, and she is only made aware of his flight towards her by that sixth sense coupled with a naturally acute sense of hearing. She throws her hands up and sucks in a deep breath as she is driven back against the wall. The daggers pin the man's cloak against her body, and under her armpits, made accesible by her raised arms to avoid being pinned entirely. She grins maniacally. The cloak has her pinned against the wall, but that means Esgalon is close at hand. She thrusts a knee up with unnatural force, seeking to render his man-bits a stunning,devestating blow, and presuming she strikes true, and he is forced to double over, she'll bring her elbow down with the same excessive force and seek to drive him into the ground, like he had her into the wall. Meanwhile, she'll work on pulling the daggers out so she can use his own weapons against him.
Rourk said to Kasyr, "And you can not tear him to shreds unless you are on my minion?"
Kasyr hefts a thumb over in Esgalons' direction, "The Fermin-Insult Obssesed, Faux-Chivalrous, Pschotic, Willing-Bitch-To-A Treacherous-Death-God et soon to be a pincushion Vampire Hunter over there."
Olveria bows her head. "I believe I have quarrelled with him before. He is servant to Vakarash, isn't he?"
Rourk nods gently, "Then make him be.... his brain.... His being rather sends me reeling into a state of disgust.... I guess, go my slave and insert said pins?
Kasyr said to Rourk, "I was never ordered not to, et by technicality, if he succumbs- then he's hardly a fit follower for his 'Lord' by any et all due Logic. No, really, I just wanted to have his whole demise thing be more poignant. Oui. I'm a fan of Irony...when I'm not..the subject of it, et all. Anyways."
Rourk said to Kasyr, "Oh, I know..... But.... Really, have all at it."
Esgalon lets out a quick gasp as he doubles over from the sudden knee to his manliness, though he somehow fervently retains the hilts of his daggers as the overhead elbow comes barreling into his back. The strike is true, forcing its will upon his frail body and propels him towards the floor at maximum velocity. However, much to the dismay of the woman, the tips of the dagger now point away, seeking to drive their cold presence into the legs of the very near psychic as the hunter tilts them ever so slightly to aid in their descent, and his own. The end result, should everything be perfect, the daggers would end up in each foot, effectively skewering Caedan to the flooring of the tavern and drenching both with the sweet nectar drawn up inside her legs.
Rourk said to Kasyr, "But I must away, let me know if he causes too much trouble."
Olveria glares at the High Elf "Could you refrain, please, from attempting to injure the patrons in this tavern?"
Kasyr gets what could only be defined as a manifestation of utterly Macabre Jubilance, eyes narrowing upon Esgalon with a heinous bit of glee, lips curling up in a vindictive seeming grin of Chesire-cat Esque proportions. It didn't help that the look was completed by means of a succint bit of clapping and hand rubbing.
Olveria looks at Kasyr, amused. She wonders if the maiming of a bad soul is bad; if she should step in to save anyone.
Caedan falters, and though her hands are free, her feet are not, the daggers buried in her boots, and assumably in the recesses of the bony structures of her respective feet. So kicking is out of the question. She does take her beloved Fallen Dream and seek to decapitate Esgalon however, as her hackles are raised, and she's done toying with him. A clean, wickedly fast horizontal sweep of her sword would hopefully do the trick.
Kasyr is quite akin to a serpent, in just how rapidly his form slides clear of the table. The grin from before remains, a particular manifestation of his intentions- and immediately does he burst into motion- as a crash would be heard in his wake. To be precise the 300 and some odd pound trenchcoat that was only held together due to the Mithril-wire mesh which was woven throughout, the weighty composition of Leather, fur and Preklek plating striking soundly against the ground as the hybrid dashed in towards Esgalon- to make good of his 'orders. It would cumulate in but a single motion, of both his arms extending over to one side, before flesh, blood and darkness would be expelled into the open air- a sacriligeous mixture of elements which would invariably come together to form a Nodachi- a blackened katana of exceptional keenness which would be swiped in towards Esgalons side- the one opposing Caedans blow to trap him within a pincer of sorts.
Olveria looks at the feline. "Hello, sweet." She smiles. "How are you?"
Deacon sighed seemingly rather not intrigued by the ongoing bickering and quarrels all of the time. Seems harmony was not even acceptable in this society as his attention was placed back onto the (pixie). "All goes well I assume?"
Olveria smiles broader. "You're very welcome. Have you been bothered, again?"
Esgalon does not hear the oncoming pursuant of the tiefling, but rather pays attention to the shrieking blade that seeks to render him a corpse, a headless one at that. In double time, quick fluid motions allow the high elf to begin his escape route. Taking extreme caution, the hunter pushes off with his legs, using them to help propel his body into the air, using the daggers that are firmly implanted into the ground as a way to guide the acrobatic motion. At the last possible moment, seconds before the blades of both cruel intenders meet the now parted locale of the elven dark paladin, Esgalon's feet land upon the shoulders of the woman, clenching his feet together about her neck as his hands let go of the tops of his weapons. Bending at the waist, he flails his body upwards in a sit-up maneuver as he continues the somersaulting acrobatics by reaching out to grasp onto the hair of the psychic. Forcefully pushing downwards, he hopes to drive the woman's head straight into the marauding Kasyr as he kicks his feet outwards, at the same time hoping it is enough to vacate the entire foray of battle and be behind the tiefling as he barrels into his partner.
Thea turned attent once more to the man speaking, his question being answered with a polite though quick response as the pixie watches on, "Oh aye, well indeed. I would offer more of an introduction and chit chat, but as you likely guessed, my attentions are being drawn elsewhere." The Druidess motions to the tiff going on between the trio.
Olveria turns to the avian who whispers to her, a look of concern on her face. She nods back, before adding a whisper of her own.
Miko said to Olveria, "Miss Oli why are they fighting *she points to Esgalon and Kasyr*"
Deacon would incline rather back to the pixie as a polite smile creeped along his vermilion lips. "Indeed."
Caedan is flexible. That's been established. She's a dream girl, really, aside from the psychotic murdering fetishes and the like. So, she bends. She folds herself flat against her legs, so that Kasyr's blade decimates the air, and Esgalon really has nothing to stand on except for that brief moment he'd forced her down. While ... down, she pulls up the daggers -- not without releasing a hiss of pain -- and tosses them with startling celerity after the fleeing elf, launching herself after him only moments later, Fallen Dream still wielded in one capable hand. She'll likely not want to land on her feet, so she's aiming for Esgalon himself. She only needs to cut him once. If Fallen Dream draws blood, it renders it's victim instantly paranoid and phobic for a temporary length of time.
Fontoyn finishes off the container, celebrating his victory with a testosterone-filled toss of the bottle. Glass breaks upon contact with the tavern walls and small shards of glass scatter through the tavern
Ariston offers a glance in the direction of Olivera, a snort and his focus turns towards Deacon, the subbordinate is previewed in silence, a smirk offered even in the disdainful gaze. Slowly he glances about further, Jacklin becoming his target. " Hello again, bag lady..." HE was searching for an argument, or perhaps a bit of fun, either or it would seem his attentions are varied this eve.
Olveria winces and picks a peice of glass out of her arm. She frown, and sighs, rolling her eyes. She marches over to Sarah, instead. "Are you alright, sweet?"
Kasyr yelps rather loudly at that near miss done in Caedans vicinity, that altogether rabid expression momentarily becoming more akin to that of a startled animal. Still, with the potential outcome of his head being severed from his shoulders or all sorts of other morbid outcomes- the hybrid isn't one to sit shellshocked and waiting for a final blow. Rather, after that momentary pause, the hybrid would flatten down to the ground, right hand still bearing his blade pressed to the floor- as he did his best to get clear of both Esgalon and Caedans forms. Once free of the risk of being used as a prop for leverage, there'd be a rather hasty attempt at rolling onto his back, the tiefling ignoring the feeling of clinging remnants of past patrons- as those unoccupied fingers of his left hand focused on the air. Twisting and turning, wriggling and grasping, It'd also seem like a cats habit of batting at the air- save that strands of Etheric energy bound to emotions would crop up twixt his hand and Esgalon- the hybrid endeavouring to abruptly reverse the mans Inertia mid flight in a tried and true manner- to pull him straight into Caedan and her waiting blade. And hell if he wouldn't draw up Gospel fefore himself, blade held out so that he could interpose it twixt himself and the hunter were impact to become imminent. "I really hope tu didnt mind me cutting in, Cherie."
Ariston seems saddened by the loss of his toy, towards Olveria he shrugs. " And I would care for innocent? Or sweet, Lady, you know little of me, you pose to correct me and yet you are a dragon yourself. I have killed four of your kind alone in the past two weeks. Do not tempt me to enjoy myself further. " He flourishes a hand, little more than a graceful action before continuing. " Other's like me are far different, you may seek my brother... Demont if you have a grievance with me. I am more like the crazed sentinel, I am here not for love , I am here for battle, and to do as my brother wishes of his right hand. I am as bleak as the snow in the northlands, and far more cruel. I don't have a heart to show , so don't request it."
Esgalon lands firmly upon the ground, taking a few steps away until he is struck in the back by one of his own daggers, the other sailing away until it too embeds itself into the far wall. He writhes in pain, the piece striking his shoulder blade and causing his motions to become erratic. He somehow manages to elude the complete grasp of the polarity manipulation by the tiefling as he stumbles towards the door, drops of blood trailing in his wake. "Another time..." he spurts, clutching onto the door frame with both hands, leaning momentarily, knowing his is incapable of fighting both in such a confined location. Another step, and he stumbles into the night air, ending this foray much earlier than anticipated, but perhaps merely a prelude for things to come.
Olveria lowers her head, though not in defeat. She smiles. "In respect, sir, I do not request your heart at all. I am here neither for love nor battle. I have had enough of that in my time, both here, and in my homeland. I only ask why you would enslave one who did not wrong you. The logic doesn't seem to make sense." She smiles "I'd rather not die, nor fight you. I only wish to live in peace."
Thea smirks a bit, and utters under her breath, "Same old Tranzier."
Kasyr slips up from his none-too-glorious spot on the ground, essentially flipping up to his feet to begin a slow meander towards his fallen coat. Somewhere along the way, That cursed and blackened blade that was Gospel would dissipate, a none too happy hiss of discontent it's sole utterance before the hybrid would reclaim his coat, slipping into it with a casual ease. "...How boring, et I'm still hungry."
Caedan returns from unconsciousness, and has a very painful set of feet.
Olveria said to Caedan, "Do you need any healing? We'd have to go outside," She'd gesture to the sign in the tavern at that, "But I can help."
Caedan said to Olveria, "Hrm. Voodoo magic healing? Or bandages?"
Olveria said to Caedan, "It is magic that I do."
Caedan said to Olveria, "I don't trust it. I think it turns things topsy turvy."
Olveria said to Caedan, "I understand that. I hope you feel
better, soon."
Caedan said to Olveria, "Thank you. I'm sure I will."
Ariston said to Caedan, "It seems you are right... My brother has some weakspot for you... It is quite intriguing... Which would make you wrong Psychic woman... I am not just like my brother it seems."
Caedan said to Ariston, "Feather."
Dezerae said to Xarden, "You have to take my hair into consideration."
Kasyr pauses in place, his mood slowly returning to a more docile state at the lack of bloodshed being wrought.. Gradually, as the mood grew more placid, he'd turn, until finally he was looking over towards Caedan. With a sigh, and a faint gander down towards her wounds, he'd simply endeavour to catch her attention, "Caedan, Cherie. Er..when you get free time, et your not bleeding on the floor..we need to talk."
Awne looks over to the woman the dragon was talking to, and sits up "you arre in need of healing?"
Caedan said to Kasyr, "Oh yes, we do. I've seen Mme Tenebrae. I had forgotten to tell you. I missed Jack though. He wasn't there. Leo was."
Xarden said to Dezerae, "Im do. I consider it a bit in the way, and think we should cut it off. Because I've always like a shaved kitty more..."
Ariston said to Caedan, "Not happening..."
Caedan said to Awne, "A few bandages ought to do the trick."
Dezerae said to Xarden, "You cut my hair and I'll hit you. Very hard."
Caedan said to Ariston, "Yes, it is. Now, please. I'm featherless."
Awne nods her head and stands, grabbing her back and moving over to the woman, sliding into a seat and pulling out ointment and bandages "show me."
Xarden said to Dezerae, "I wont cut your hair. My sissors would, though..."
Deacon said to Olveria, "It's only natural to fight over a space. For example...If you place a certain family into an area, and place another family within the same limits of the other family. Feuds will conspire, and fighting will dominate the total atmosphere. "
Dezerae said to Xarden, "Keep your stuff away from my hair."
Ariston nearly bursts out laughing at the bleeding, demanding form of Caedan, feathers, her highest priority, really... How odd. " Go get fixed up, and I -might- give you a feather... Only because you amuse me, little one."
Awne said to Deacon, "I still think you should all just learrn to sharre..~she sighs~ I suppose I should starrting learrning morre on avian anatomy so I can trreat them betterr with an empending battle."
Olveria said to Deacon, "But of course, but there are few dragons, and few avians. The skies cover the whole of the land. Is there not enough for everyone? If you have a mansion, and put two famlies in it, would it not be big enough for both?"
Kasyr offers Caedan a look, something like a cross between relief, hopefulness, and anxiety- which was promptly stored back behind the tired facade he'd taken to. "When..did tu see her persay? She's been missing- if you can find her, then I can, we can bring her back. She can take Cabal back. I er." Sighing, he'd simply draw his hands up behind his head, before ambling forth, his particular route taking him near Ariston, the hybrid taking a seat on the table nearest to him, by which point the hybrid would offer up a faint, "Hrm." In his direction. Then, it was back to Caedan, "When..et Where. She es still well, right?"
Deacon slightly chuckled at Awne's words. "Indeed, but I have no quarrel with most. Some are ignorant like that human earlier." inclining towards Olveria that she remembered that very person who Deacon was talking about.
Ariston said to Deacon, "It is not a matter of size... it is the pride of both species that drives us to this.. neither wishes to have an 'equal'..."
Deacon said to Olveria, "No, it will not. For one family will want the mansion as whole, not half. "
Olveria nods "ignorace is a problem that should be dealt with." She frowns. "Was I not listening to the one you called 'prince'?" She asks not to be rude, but rather to understand the stranger better.
Awne sighs "I think you should all just sharre..battle brrings to many wounded to healerrs..too many deaths..Avians have such prretty wings and drragons prretty scales. Can't you worrk together to make things frrom the prretty to betterr the worrld?"
Deacon said to Ariston, "But my prince, having control over more shows that power amoung both species is not equal is it not?"
Caedan wraps a convenient towel around her feet and shuffle hops towards Ariston, slightly in Kasyr's wake. "There. All better. Feather please." To Kayer, she'd mention offhandedly, "Oh, she visited me by the pool. Well, I visited her. Leo was there, but only his head. And I couldn't see Jack. Have you seen Jack?" She's absolutely horrible when it comes to describing things that are necessary to help situations. She may have the information to solve a puzzle, but she's busy looking at the whole picture to examine the finer details.
Olveria said to Ariston, "But can -some- not share with others? The ones that understand that Pride goeth before a fall?""
Ariston said to Deacon, "Then you understand.. there is not such thing as an equal in this game called life..."
Awne rolls her eyes at the woman and stands, moving a chair behind her to hit her knees. The intent to make her fall into the seat as the healer moves to sit on her knees, pulling the ointment and wrappings to her.
Thea turned sights on Ariston, brow furrowed at his arrogance, "Everything has an equal in 'this life'." She quips to the Avian.
Ariston can only shrug and offer Caedan a tiny plume from one of his wings, a shrug given. "Started molting... plenty more to come, if you play nice..."
Deacon said to Ariston, "I do understand my prince. That is why I used the family example, size determines who has more domain to rule over, causing pride to set in."
Olveria frowns "Pride is akin to ignorence" she says, to no one but herself.
Olveria agrees with both Awne and Thea, but remains silent, seeing where this will lead.
Deacon whispered something to Olveria.
Dezerae fiddles with her hair.
Caedan accepts the feather, promptly ignores Ariston, and smiles faintly at Awne, who is allowed to go about her business without risking a stabbing, or other murderous intent for breaching the no-physical contact rule.
Kasyr sidles over more towards Ariston, the sole thing preventing any noise being the fact that the cat ears were not the sole feline trait he possessed. Grace was a particularily fun boon- especially when you'd be quickly skirting a hand forward towards a wing to abscond a feather. Hopefully, he'd come up with a prize, the hybrid then simply turning towards Caedan, "..Did tu...actually see her? or was it ...just...something that es going to happen. Et...uh. No, I haven't seen Jack, Cherie. "...He was damn well baffled, and his experience displayed it.
Ariston said to Thea, "Truely? Who is your equal then pixie? For you seem to act as if you have none. I battle while you speak as if you know I will die in the end, yet when the battle is over does your friend leave the one found wanting. Equality is something made up by the minds of the irrelevant. If you crave equality, look elsewhere. There is no such thing to be found here. "
Eyren slips breezily through the tavern, her eyes alight as she searched through the myriad of faces that made up the canvas of Kelay's occupants. Spotting the shimmering form of Thea she strides purposefully to stand off to one side of her; eyeing the winged being that was addressing her curiously.
Awne smiles at the woman, and takes a cloth from her bag, putting some ointment into the cloth and gently applying it to the womans feet. Once she was sure the wounds were clean she takes up the bandages and gently wraps the womans feet once at a time. Once done she puts her things away and stands "Therre, trry to stay off of them as much as you can. and change the bandages everry few days. She takes a jar of the ointment and holds it out for the woman to take "use this when you change the bandages."
Olveria said to Ariston, "Equality is something to be found everywhere, Sir, if we could all put our pride away. "
Thea feigns amusement, "Oh aye? Friend you say? As I recall, you and yours decided to toss about pranks then attempt ambush on a 'stranger' who happened in. Are you sincerely so caught up in your own little realm of existence that you cannot recognize where you, or I, or any of these others here come from?" The pixie motions to Caedan then to Eyren, "They are my equals. Your brother is my 'equal'. To be so obtuse that you have no thought of nature and the delicate balance that lingers there, is to deny yourself acknowlegement of your own existence. For if there were no others, why would you take in air at all?"
Ariston said to Olveria, "When you do happen to get everyone in the lands to do that come back to me... and I'll sign up to be an equal... Though I doubt it will ever happen
Caedan accepts the ointment and regards it suspiciously before offering the woman a tentative grin. Awne will likely be called upon again, because Caedan can hardly take care of herself when she is feeling one-hundred percent, nevermind hobbling about with pierced arches of the feet. To Kasyr, she says, "Saw her. She brought me to her. Well. She saw me, and I saw her. Through each other. It's nice there. Lonely. But pretty. A little cold. And angry little men." She trails off, and snuggles into her chair, and within seconds, she is asleep.
Denth moves to the closest wall and begins to move up, using his claws, into the rafters.
Ariston said to Thea, "You surely jest... claiming equals is one thing.. proving it is another... Equality is not as easy to prove when you can look about and note that this land has people without equals.. It is wrote upon every feature and facade. You are blind."
Ariston said to Deacon, "Oh.. the Delavian... He sent word this afternoon, we will meet soon enough."
Olveria said to Ariston, "I think it could start with those around us, here." She nods to Thea "Like this lady, for instance. She seems like a noble soul." She sighs, before apologizing to the woman next to her. "I did not mean to bother you, if my words should do so" Turning back to Ariston, she retorts, under her breath "I don't think it would ever happen. Not as long as there are -those- who beliee themselves to be more amazing than others."
Awne chuckles at the woman, pulling a blanket from her bag and lays it over the woman to keep her warm. She looks to the two men, smiling and bowing her head politely to the prince and smiling with wave and soft "hello Kas." to the tiefling. She rubs her eyes and sighs moving back to an empty table and laying her head down, pulling a bottle of red liqued from her bag and taking small sips before putting it away, the smell of blood strong from it.
Eyren narrows her eyes at the words issued frorth from the avian's mouth, a deep frown creasing her brow; yet she stays her tongue for the moment. The battle was not hers after all.
Deacon said to Ariston, "And upon this meeting are your intentions to slay him?"
Ariston would veer away from the topic, his hand viciously driving
Kasyr's away from his wings, and in turning his focus becoming that of the figment. " Do I know you? " It's a rediculous query, the answer obvious. " If not allow me to clarify this, I don't hand out or allow people to simply toy with my wings or feathers." The tiefling would be left with little more than a fluffy bit of down, the estranged prince, incredibly odd indeed.
Ariston said to Deacon, "I don't know yet Deacon... it really depends on Demont's wishes.. Last I spoke with him... He wanted the head of the Delavian house, I just wanted the other bits..."
Thea folds her arms over her chest, realization that her words may prove pointless but compelled to release them none-the-less, "Do I need to prove it? So then, sir..tell me that in the aftermath of a fire, life is not reborn in the bareness left by ash and soot? Greener, brighter..further still, explain to me that vast knowledge that you must hold over the entire existence of us all by conveying the purpose for each sex if not for balance?" Thea holds a hand to the owl at her shoulder, "Why do vermin fall prey as they do to this one? Yet, in another instance, he could very well become the hunted..if not for balance." The pixie shakes her head, "Please, do tell. For if there is something I have missed in all my time here I simply must learn of it..so I bid -you- now offer your proof."
Denth said to Sarah, "Leaving a man to his thoughts is like saving his life."
Deacon said to Ariston, "Hmmm, Indeed my prince."
Sarah said to Ariston, "and useing me didt work bit. to bad."
Kasyr hmms a bit at his particular failings, that had which had been espied abruptly moving to store that acquired bit of fluff in one pocket. From there, the hybrid would simply answer the obvious, with the -not-quite-so-obvious, "I'd hope you didn't know me, et the vice versa. I do fear, Monsieur, I'd grow either stupid or insane from listening to your rhetoric, as it imitates that of a fools." And then he'd simply offer a grin, of the most obnoxious sort.
Kasyr said to Awne, "oh..et. Er. Hi. You look fairly dead, tu know? Well. Moreso."
Olveria smiles at Kasyr's words. She stands back, watching, before recieving a message. "I must away," she says, to no one in particular. With a nod to Deacon, Awne, Ariston, and all others she has spoken with, she leaves.
Ariston would offer a simplistic shrug towards Thea, the words conveyed to him making her only seem more off task. " YOU offer to me the simplistic truth that in every facet of life there is something greater than the other.. An attempt on your part to say there is equality? Good lady, your mind must be more warped than mine. YOU prove only my point further. Equality is more a point of view than a point of reality.. I could be bested by another, just as you or any other person, not proving an equal, but rather a lack of equality... You only prove that there is something or someone always better.
Awne looks up from her seat neat the tiefling and shrugs "haven't fed in..I forrget..living off rreplenisherr seems to stop worrking afterr a while.."
Kasyr said to Awne, "So. Hunt. You don't have the teeth for nothing, tu know."
Thea unfurls her wings, their opalescent veins fluttering slightly as arms follow suit and fall gracefully to her sides, wry grin painted over those full lips as they part, "Then it is admitted..by your own voice..that indeed you too could become the prey. Aye? You do not now, nor ever will you own the skies alone. If nature had intended it so, there would be but one set of wings e'er graced upon a back." The pixie sat back, content that it was to no avail that she spoke, but at least the company and the coffee was good.
Ariston said to Deacon, "I am off Deacon... Try not to get yourself killed while I am away... It's rather troublesome to replace people..."
Awne gives the tiefling a look that told him he knew her better than that for her to hunt.
Deacon said to Ariston, "*Laughs* I will not die that easy. And be at Peace travels my prince."
Eyren drops in to a chair beside Thea at the conclusion of the interlude between her and the ... avian who seemed brimming with haughty arrogance if nothing else. "Strangd" she'd murmur glancing from Thea to the avian. "How have you faired this day Thea?"
Ariston said to Thea, "And your kingdom will fall just as any other does... because peace cannot reign in this world. Because equality is always a tilted view.. YOu see one way, others see the opposite. You join a conversation you had little part in, and expect an equal point to be made. All it makes you is a nosey wench, who could spend her time better."
Denth said to Ariston, "Where do dragons rate, Minor pest , thorn in your side or pain in your bum."
Kasyr pops to his feet, then finally staggers out, hands in his pockets. Only one pause is made in his flight, a look sent over towards Awne, "Learn, There es one hunter currently, et there will be many more- you need to learn, or you'll die." And then, after that grim note, the tiefling left.
Ariston said to Denth, "Not sure, depends on the dragon I s'pose... or upon Demont's plans..."
Kasyr also, quite idly, moves to pluck a feather from Ariston in passing.
Awne sighs softly muttering to herself about oaths and broken promises that seem to have been made years ago now.
Ariston said to Deacon, "And you..."
Thea turns a genuine smile to the young woman, "I have been amused. Yourself, dear?" The pixie hardly waits for a response before placing a mug in front of Eyren, "Do have a cup with me?"
Denth dances around the spot where Ariston dissapeared.
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Kasyr quietly intruded into the tavern, gaze flitting over each and every creature present with a mixed reactions; interest, recognition, ambivlance..and a few here and there would earn something reminiscent of scorn. Still, it was not enough to cause a deviation from his chosen path, the hybrid straying in only so far as to gander at the message board for a moment, mulling over the words that had been added since his last visit. "...Huh."
Rheven said to Nicholas, "Perhaps, perhaps not. I don't overly enjoy coming into public as of late, for many reasons."
Nicholas said to Rheven, "Who said you had to come into public Rheven? Cloak and dagger and the like, I'm not so sure we can fulfill the bigger of our goals without you.."
Adair nods respectfully in turn, corking the bottle, "Woulja care to 'test' meh...Elf? Is it whatjar?" Watery eyes squint to focus on the now two Esgalon's.
Esgalon stares bewildered at the drunk. "Test your what? Aptitude at grammar?"
Adair said to Esgalon, "Skilsh. You behlieve my current shtate would damper such, righ'?""
Esgalon said to Adair, "I have no need to test your battle skills, priest."
Xephalos slowly strides into the tavern, his face looking nothing but blank, black shadow beneath his fedora. Six wings wrap about his form lightly, feeling rather insecure about all these random patron about...everyone is an enemy after all. Spying Tess, the disguised avian works his way over to her, standing behind her and gently placing a hand on her shoulder, reassuring her that it was him, as only she'd know.
Kasyr finally pulls away from the board, looking decidely unsatasfied with the topics that were in fact present. Thus, the hybrid would make to eke out a route, to be precise, the most circuitous path possible in arriving towards Rheven- and one that would hopefully allow him to brush past Esgalon and trod right over the mans foot out of the blue. So, the tiefling was a bit petty.
Esgalon steps back at the last moment as the hand clasping has stopped, bumped by the tiefling though his foot manages to remain unharmed. "Ah, triumph number two, I see..."
Kasyr pauses in his tracks, a relatively flat look making itself known, "I have a name, unless tu would like to see if I can go about fixing that particular twist of fate. I have, after all, not received a single order stating that your well being es a ncessity."
Esgalon grins. "I tell you what. I win, you become Rourk's slave, freeing myself from his bounds. You win, you are free. Simple minded enough for you?"
Kasyr gets an imminently shiftly look at that notation, the hybrid doing his best not to appear amused, "So...wait, I get to become a relative free agent again if I beat tu -et- I get to hurt you? ...Et who says there isn'tany justice in this world. Even If I lose, I might be able to make tu a cripple.." Pausing briefly, the hybrid can't help but scratch at the side of his head, "Just to clarify, does that mean I'd be bound to my word to Vakarash et the paladin..?" ..Oops. "Err. This Rourk. I mean. Not that I know him. At all. Ever."
Esgalon begins to slowly approach the deranged hybrid, speaking in extremely loose syllables, as if spelling it out. "I win, you take my place under Rourk. You win, you become F R E E of Vakarash. Or do I need to write it down by drawing a picture for you?"
Nicholas mutters under his breath ," Sonofa..."
Jacklin said to Nicholas, "Hm, what ever happened with the serpent?"
Nicholas said to Jacklin, "You were there the night I ended it with her."
Esgalon immediately falls to the floor as he feels the presence of his lord in the midst of this tavern. "My Lord..."
Nicholas watches the scene between Esgalon and Vakarash, with an eerie since of deja vu.
Jacklin said to Nicholas, "I didn't really think that was the end of it all."
Nicholas said to Jacklin, "Haven't seen or spoken to her in a week or two now."
Jacklin said to Nicholas, "That is a good thing, yes?"
Vakarash lets loose a series of spine chilling cackles as he glances around, "Well well!"
Nicholas said to Jacklin, "Dunno, she was my first serious relationship yah? Most of the time they are just one night stands."
Xephalos smiles, "You need not worry about that now, I am here for a purpose you know." He says in low tones, smiling beneath his mask though it would go unnoticed and unseen. He then rustles his wings gently, "And last time....I was asleep..."
Kasyr nearly falls face forward when he takes note of that particular condescending, only barely managing to catch himself, by which point the man was offered a glower, "Hey! Hey. I got that! I meant conflict of interests et all..Look. Whatever. You want me to beat the snot out of tu? Fine! Fine!! I can deal with that. Any day of the week. As long as I'm..well, awake. But! Outside..or.Uh. Wait...Where would We be doing this?" And from there, the hybrid would nearly tip back, coming to balance on the back of his heels, left hand coming to hold his chin aloft, right hand curled about aforementioned appendage.
Jacklin looks to Esgalon, who has thrown himself onto the floor so suddenly, then back to the godly creature who has just appeared in the Tavern. Surely something stimulating would come of this encounter.
Esgalon remains kowtow, face down upon the grimy tavern floor as he continues to address his lord. "The Skull and Scythe, what a pleasure it is to have you amongst us this eve. Have you come to render your wrath against the weak and unbelievers?"
Jacklin said to Nicholas, "Do you think you will continue with the one night stands?"
Vakarash said to Esgalon, "Indeed. What new playthings have you rounded up?"
Nicholas said to Jacklin, "Possibly, probably, I don't like long standing relationships I think. I mean, its fun and all, but like, it can end up being too much of a burden to worry about.."
Tess nods softly looking around to first the boastful High Elf, and the Ascendi. Lofting a brow she turns back to Xephalos before patting the hand that was upon her shoulder. "I know, but still. You were not here, and I was touched. With all the emotions within the room, i didn't feel you come in." Offering a smile of her own she leans it to whisper to him.
Esgalon said to Vakarash, "The one who opposes me now is one of your toys."
Kasyr suddenly clues in to just who was behind him, feline ears abruptly falling flat onto his forehead. Sadly, it wasn't so much the deity-riffic cackle, as much as it was "..Ugh, that stupid nickname.." Looking altogether less than amused, the hybrid would simply turn in place, shuffling stopping so he was relatively 'besides' Esgalon, to stare over to his not-entirely-by-choice-second-patron-deity-of-choice-type-thing.
Jacklin said to Nicholas, "That is true. I'm sure you've got the one nighters down pat by now. Ya seem more of that type anyway, man of many."
Kasyr said to Esgalon, "..I'm going to kick you soon. I'm not sure if I'll stop."
Nicholas said to Jacklin, "Meh, but is it a good or bad thing that I am such a nature?"
Esgalon said to Kasyr, "You would do well to learn your place, slave."
Xephalos nods gently, whispering back lightly.
Jacklin said to Nicholas, "It fits you. It's neither good or bad in my opinion."
Kasyr said to Esgalon, "You challenged me- I do believe that puts it all up into the air again, Hunter."
Esgalon said to Kasyr, "It is hardly the truth. You are still the property of Vakarash until the outcome has been decided."
Nicholas said to Jacklin, "Oh yeah? Just another shade of gray it seems.."
Nicholas said to Kasyr, "I find something funny here.."
Vakarash extends a hand as his lips curl into a cruel smile, Kasyr lifted from the floor and turned upside down. Allowed to stay there for a moment, the Deity looks back to Esgalon, "What would you like to see done?" He asks.
Tess tugs at Xephalos' arm, or maybe it was one of his wings-- she wasn't paying attention. Moving to the door, she gives one more look back to Vakarash and his 'pet' before exiting the tavern.
Jacklin said to Nicholas, "Yeah, I guess it is."
Xephalos nods again following after her quickly.
Esgalon remains bent at the waist, head planted to the floor as he is addressed by the Ascended. "I am currently being held by a man named Rourk, a paladin who is of great strength. Relieve me of this burden by placing this one in my stead, my mentor. Then, your work shall continue and the vampires punished."
Kasyr lets out a brief sound akin to a cross between a mewl and a squeek, before simply folding his arms as he rested there dangling. It didn't help that the blood was rushing to his head, but now he had his scarf tickling at his nose as well. Still, far be it from Kasyr to quit while he was ahead, as noted by his particularily indignant, "Don't even." Shot Nicholas' direction. Then, Esgalon was simply focused on anew, "Ah. Bitching out of your own challenge. I'm sure you do your master a great service there. Vraiment."
Vakarash drops Kasyr, forgetting about him. " 'Tis done."
Esgalon sounds relieved a bit, remaining in the same position. "Thank you, my lord. May your order be sustained for eternity."
Kasyr crashes, to the floor, heavily. That tends to happen when your coat weighs more than you. "Eh-umphf!"
Esgalon turns towards the others in the tavern, noticing their total lack of respect for his lord. "Bow to your god!"
Thea tilts her head to one side and regards Esgalon, "When I see mine..I shall. Meantime, I am not particularly fond of being ordered around by those other than a possible bed partner, which you assuredly are not."
Nicholas said to Anshera, "We are two short of a full house it seems.."
Anshera said to Nicholas, "How quaint."
Nicholas said to Anshera, "And the other players seem to have only two of a kind... If only the 'king' and 'queen' were here.. We'd easily beat any other hand.."
Esgalon said to Vakarash, "If it would please you, select one of these infidels to be punished as they lack the common courtesy expected to be shown to a god
Tranzier said to Esgalon, "Who is a god?"
Esgalon said to Tranzier, "Vakarash, the Skull and the Scythe, the God of Death and the Bringer of Order stands before you. Show respect."
Vakarash would have pointed to Tranzier, but he's SUPPOSED to be in hell, so, points to Caedan.
Nicholas said to Anshera, "Shall the three of us try anyways?"
Anshera said to Nicholas, "No. One must learn patience, pet. "
Caedan said to Esgalon, "C'mon, c'mon. Do your best. So I can laugh at you."
Kasyr coughs a bit, then quietly collects himself, by general means of a stumble step to his feet- and an abrupt bit of shuffling off towards Esgalon. Really, the hybrid would continue to carry on in this manner up into he could all 'chummily' sidle right up besides him and wrap his left arm about the hunters shoulders, a none-too-amused expression on his face, "You're an incompetant follower, tu sais? I'd gained the cloak et crystal 30 something followers in a few days, et you've had weeks, et all you can manage is to bully people into it. Which makes things disloyal et likely to break as hell. Et then what? You make a challenge and bitch out? Talk about appearances..."
Nicholas said to Anshera, "Bah.. damn.."
Thea is in hell all the time around here. She just sips her coffee and watches on.
Nicholas said to Jacklin, "I'm bored again... damn.."
Esgalon glares at Kasyr. "I will be more than happy to teach you another lesson. But, for now, I have a new task by my lord." He stands up slowly, walking towards Caedan. "it seems that you are destined to become the property of my lord. Prepare."
Jacklin said to Nicholas, "I think Thea wants to talk with you about coffee."
Tranzier turns in air and observes Vakarash with an odd look upon his most gorgeous of features, "Ah another god walks the lands? Well I must say these are exciting times." He manages something approaching a bow to the God, which isn't all that easy while flying.
Nicholas said to Caedan, "Does he not ever give up on you Cae?"
Nicholas said to Jacklin, "And that is who?"
Thea pauses mid-sip, virdians floating over to Jacklin in question. The cup is lowered to reveal a confused grin, "I did?"
Jacklin points over yonder to the pixie slurping around on the milky concoction. "That Pixie over there, the girl one."
Anshera said to Nicholas, "Her." She nods to Calice, "Why don't you slit her throat if you're bored, pet."
Nicholas raised a brow to Thea," What about it?"
Caedan is visibly excited. She is practically trembling in anticipation. Her great brand is unslung from the sheath upon her back, the sword instantly flaring to life, hissing and carrying on, shrieking like a banshee in the presence of it's creator -- Vakarash himself. She grins coolly. "Mmn."
Nicholas said to Anshera, "I dun wanna..."
Thea issues a shrug of shoulder, dusty wings fluttering idly at her back as she maintains that deer in the headlights stare, "It is good?"
Esgalon politely bows to the woman, carefully strewing his extended right hand parallel to the floor, ushering her onward to the exit. "May we begin then?"
Calice laughs at this, the sound dark and completely devoid of humor. "You trifle with me when I make no aggressive move toward you. Are you really so bored, or am I perhaps just that intriguing to you?"
Caedan said to Esgalon, "Does he mean for you to duel me or to publically humiliate me? Because we can do that right here."
Jacklin nods to Thea, eyes squint good-naturedly as Jacklin gives her a brilliant grin, "So very good."
Tranzier said to Vakarash, "So, what brings you to this um... level of existence?"
Esgalon said to Caedan, "If you wish to be humiliated, I can grant that as well. But, regardless, you will become the property of Vakarash one way or another."
Anshera smirks to Calice, "You're rather inappropriately full of yourself, pet. You're rather ugly, if you must know, and quite offensive to my poor eyes."
Calice cautiously makes her way toward the table of the drow Imar, a look of disdain curling at the corners of her mouth. "You stare, sir," she says coldly.
Caedan said to Esgalon, "Oh do. Do try. I'll let you strike first. I won't even defend myself. Let's use fists. I haven't had a fist fight in some time."
Nicholas said to Thea, "Wine is better.."
Esgalon shakes his head. "Not in this locale. I do not wish to harm the place of which I frequent often
Kasyr lets out something of an aggravated huff, before simply navigating through the room, to take a seat upon the edge of the table neastest to Esgalon. From there, he'd simply glance over to Caedan, "...I thought you were Vakarash Oracle..come to think of it."
Imar 's bored gaze drifts over the unknown necromancer, and his nostrils flare with distate "Ah!" He says, contempt thick upon his words "An elf who stinks of the dead" Turning to Anshera "What should we do with her?"
Caedan said to Esgalon, "Come on then."
Anshera shrugs to Imar, who's lap she happens to be occupying, fancy that, "Kill her. She's rather insolent you know. First trying to control our dear Cris, and claiming to be ever so powerful." The polymorphic woman yawns, leaning against the Drow, "Quite boring, actually."
Esgalon said to Caedan, "Step outside, prey."
Caedan said to Esgalon, "No, do it here. I'm giving you the first hit! Go go. I really don't have all day."
Esgalon said to Caedan, "I cannot strike a woman first. By all means, do attempt to hurt me at your convenience."
Caedan said to Vakarash, "Make him. Make him hit me
Vakarash said to Esgalon, "Why do you falter?"
Calice appears affronted and merely shakes her head, the long locks of golden brown shimmering in the light of the tavern. She even summons up a genuine laugh at the pitiful looking creature before her. So frail looking does she appear that the elleth ignores her comments with a grin, and instead says to the Drow, "Impeccable sense of smell, Tel'gothrim. Though I would expect it in such a beastly race such as yours. Perhaps you smell the death remaining on you from the long crawl out of the Underdark?"
Esgalon said to Vakarash, "I falter not, merely wish that a woman attack first, for it is only proper that I dare not strike a lady first."
Vakarash said to Esgalon, "Manners be damned. End her."
Esgalon said to Vakarash, "As you commandeth."
Caedan said to Esgalon, "There
Deacon would falter his presence as he entered the tavern. His fixture slightly slid from the opening of the taverns doors as he would let the door creek back soflty. Deacon would then avert his posture to face the enormus amount's of patron's along the tavern. His cranium soflty flickering back as the locks fell from his visage, revealing the animality of the golden eyes. Digits slowly careesing through his hair as he peered throughout the tavern spotting Tess. A pleasant smile eroding onto his vermillion lips as his passage was made her way, presuming a seat beside her. He turned to her as he sat, as a cordial inclination was given to her as his mouth opened, rounding out a sweet melancholy voice "Hello Tess" he replied.
Thea looks over to Keter, grin spreading on her lips, "Aye, I have heard such as well. Though it is amusing to see one so under the control of the desired victim."
Esgalon nods to Caedan as he draws forth a cruel set of daggers from his waist line. "For your disobedience, you shall be punished. Go peacefully," he ends, a last bow given towards her
Caedan said to Esgalon, "Okay. I will. You start."
Caedan is grinning like a madwoman. Wait. She is a madwoman.
Calice frowned as she lost all interest in banter with the woman and drow before her. Instead she turns her back to them, gracefully moving across the tavern to have a better view of the fight between Esgalon and Caedan.
Keter nods to Thea "I suppose some people are desparate for a path"
Thea stared off distantly to the pair of combatants, affirming Keter's assessment with a nod.
Kasyr stares blandly at the exchange, the hybrid only ceasing to stretch out his features by means of an exasperated palm-to-face after things looked like they were going to start. From there, a simple but enthusaistic, "Kill 'im dead, Cherie." would come around.
Rourk said to Kasyr, "Hello friend."
Esgalon nods upon hearing her, though wastes little time thereafter as the daggers flow easily through the air as if a hardened appendage attached to each hand. The winds whip about the death knight, the robes he dons soaring about his frame before suddenly whipping them off his frame into the direction of the woman. Cover, it seems, would be the main objective of the flying black materials as it lazily dangles in the musty air of the gathering populace of Kelay. Succumbing behind the smokescreen comes the twin malicious bits of steel, drawing effortlessly about the skilled hunter as he abruptly leaps skyward, the set sent piercing through the clothing and rendering it to shreds as the arching leap now heralds down towards the psychic. Both blades stand poised, the screeching assailant seeking to drive their emotionless tips into the shoulder blades of Caedan and pinning her against whatever furniture they might land upon.
Rourk turns to Caedan, eyeing her against the wall and then back towards Esgalon, the just now arriving paladin barking towards the high elf, "Shall I make you beg, mutt?"
Olveria flies into the tavern, straight for the bar, and then to the board. She orders a drink, before reading the posts.
Kasyr said to Rourk, "Hey. The hunter over there used his godling to bitch out of his challenge et just force moi to be your servant. Now, seeing as your all good, et he's the devout servant of an evil god, what say tu order me to stab the hunter, in the back. Then maybe eat him. I'm a bit..peckish. Oh. Et you can help. I'm sure. I imagine if Caedan doesn't kill him, ending him -will- be relatively easy after."
Rourk said to Kasyr, "You know I am always there to help, sir."
Kasyr said to Rourk, "I was counting on that. You know, Goodness abides...or something. "The hybrid couldn't help but wonder how the hell he'd just managed to say the whole of that with a straight face, but he could only assume the Paladins answer was likely derived from thinking the mention of tearing into Esgalon like a good steak was a morbid joke, "...So...Since your the boss until I talk you into letting me go- preferably after tu compell me to gut Esgalon. When do we kill him?""
Olveria transofrms into her human form after landing by the fire. She looks around, nodding to the faces she knows, and even some she does not.
Imar ’s fingers dance upon the polymorph’s snowy white hair, and his soft laughter is but a musical whisper upon the tavern’s feted air. He waits as Anshera rises to leave, and then turning once more to the Necromancer, the Dark One arches a mocking brow. Getting easily to his feet, he moves up to stand behind the elf woman, and says softy into her ear “Such words are dangerous little elf, and turning your back even more so. You irritated me, and that, I shall soon give you into the arms of those tormented souls you seek to control” Turning, a chuckle still playing upon his lips, the Scion exits the tavern.
Rourk said to Kasyr, "You understand you are already free, aye? Have at him, as you will... He is one soul I will likely not save."
Kasyr said to Rourk, "Well, by all technicality, You can wait to let me go until -after- he's dead. Since, if Vakarash -does- return, I'd adore to gleefully tell him that his divine wisdom is what resulted in his little minion being torn to shreds."
Olveria raises her eyebrows "Who is to be torn to shreds?" she inquires.
Caedan is really transfixed by the floating robe debacle, intently eyeing its ascent and subsequent descent while purring as its warmth -- leftover from when it clung to it's owner -- envelops her. Consequently, her attention is diverted from Esgalon, and she is only made aware of his flight towards her by that sixth sense coupled with a naturally acute sense of hearing. She throws her hands up and sucks in a deep breath as she is driven back against the wall. The daggers pin the man's cloak against her body, and under her armpits, made accesible by her raised arms to avoid being pinned entirely. She grins maniacally. The cloak has her pinned against the wall, but that means Esgalon is close at hand. She thrusts a knee up with unnatural force, seeking to render his man-bits a stunning,devestating blow, and presuming she strikes true, and he is forced to double over, she'll bring her elbow down with the same excessive force and seek to drive him into the ground, like he had her into the wall. Meanwhile, she'll work on pulling the daggers out so she can use his own weapons against him.
Rourk said to Kasyr, "And you can not tear him to shreds unless you are on my minion?"
Kasyr hefts a thumb over in Esgalons' direction, "The Fermin-Insult Obssesed, Faux-Chivalrous, Pschotic, Willing-Bitch-To-A Treacherous-Death-God et soon to be a pincushion Vampire Hunter over there."
Olveria bows her head. "I believe I have quarrelled with him before. He is servant to Vakarash, isn't he?"
Rourk nods gently, "Then make him be.... his brain.... His being rather sends me reeling into a state of disgust.... I guess, go my slave and insert said pins?
Kasyr said to Rourk, "I was never ordered not to, et by technicality, if he succumbs- then he's hardly a fit follower for his 'Lord' by any et all due Logic. No, really, I just wanted to have his whole demise thing be more poignant. Oui. I'm a fan of Irony...when I'm not..the subject of it, et all. Anyways."
Rourk said to Kasyr, "Oh, I know..... But.... Really, have all at it."
Esgalon lets out a quick gasp as he doubles over from the sudden knee to his manliness, though he somehow fervently retains the hilts of his daggers as the overhead elbow comes barreling into his back. The strike is true, forcing its will upon his frail body and propels him towards the floor at maximum velocity. However, much to the dismay of the woman, the tips of the dagger now point away, seeking to drive their cold presence into the legs of the very near psychic as the hunter tilts them ever so slightly to aid in their descent, and his own. The end result, should everything be perfect, the daggers would end up in each foot, effectively skewering Caedan to the flooring of the tavern and drenching both with the sweet nectar drawn up inside her legs.
Rourk said to Kasyr, "But I must away, let me know if he causes too much trouble."
Olveria glares at the High Elf "Could you refrain, please, from attempting to injure the patrons in this tavern?"
Kasyr gets what could only be defined as a manifestation of utterly Macabre Jubilance, eyes narrowing upon Esgalon with a heinous bit of glee, lips curling up in a vindictive seeming grin of Chesire-cat Esque proportions. It didn't help that the look was completed by means of a succint bit of clapping and hand rubbing.
Olveria looks at Kasyr, amused. She wonders if the maiming of a bad soul is bad; if she should step in to save anyone.
Caedan falters, and though her hands are free, her feet are not, the daggers buried in her boots, and assumably in the recesses of the bony structures of her respective feet. So kicking is out of the question. She does take her beloved Fallen Dream and seek to decapitate Esgalon however, as her hackles are raised, and she's done toying with him. A clean, wickedly fast horizontal sweep of her sword would hopefully do the trick.
Kasyr is quite akin to a serpent, in just how rapidly his form slides clear of the table. The grin from before remains, a particular manifestation of his intentions- and immediately does he burst into motion- as a crash would be heard in his wake. To be precise the 300 and some odd pound trenchcoat that was only held together due to the Mithril-wire mesh which was woven throughout, the weighty composition of Leather, fur and Preklek plating striking soundly against the ground as the hybrid dashed in towards Esgalon- to make good of his 'orders. It would cumulate in but a single motion, of both his arms extending over to one side, before flesh, blood and darkness would be expelled into the open air- a sacriligeous mixture of elements which would invariably come together to form a Nodachi- a blackened katana of exceptional keenness which would be swiped in towards Esgalons side- the one opposing Caedans blow to trap him within a pincer of sorts.
Olveria looks at the feline. "Hello, sweet." She smiles. "How are you?"
Deacon sighed seemingly rather not intrigued by the ongoing bickering and quarrels all of the time. Seems harmony was not even acceptable in this society as his attention was placed back onto the (pixie). "All goes well I assume?"
Olveria smiles broader. "You're very welcome. Have you been bothered, again?"
Esgalon does not hear the oncoming pursuant of the tiefling, but rather pays attention to the shrieking blade that seeks to render him a corpse, a headless one at that. In double time, quick fluid motions allow the high elf to begin his escape route. Taking extreme caution, the hunter pushes off with his legs, using them to help propel his body into the air, using the daggers that are firmly implanted into the ground as a way to guide the acrobatic motion. At the last possible moment, seconds before the blades of both cruel intenders meet the now parted locale of the elven dark paladin, Esgalon's feet land upon the shoulders of the woman, clenching his feet together about her neck as his hands let go of the tops of his weapons. Bending at the waist, he flails his body upwards in a sit-up maneuver as he continues the somersaulting acrobatics by reaching out to grasp onto the hair of the psychic. Forcefully pushing downwards, he hopes to drive the woman's head straight into the marauding Kasyr as he kicks his feet outwards, at the same time hoping it is enough to vacate the entire foray of battle and be behind the tiefling as he barrels into his partner.
Thea turned attent once more to the man speaking, his question being answered with a polite though quick response as the pixie watches on, "Oh aye, well indeed. I would offer more of an introduction and chit chat, but as you likely guessed, my attentions are being drawn elsewhere." The Druidess motions to the tiff going on between the trio.
Olveria turns to the avian who whispers to her, a look of concern on her face. She nods back, before adding a whisper of her own.
Miko said to Olveria, "Miss Oli why are they fighting *she points to Esgalon and Kasyr*"
Deacon would incline rather back to the pixie as a polite smile creeped along his vermilion lips. "Indeed."
Caedan is flexible. That's been established. She's a dream girl, really, aside from the psychotic murdering fetishes and the like. So, she bends. She folds herself flat against her legs, so that Kasyr's blade decimates the air, and Esgalon really has nothing to stand on except for that brief moment he'd forced her down. While ... down, she pulls up the daggers -- not without releasing a hiss of pain -- and tosses them with startling celerity after the fleeing elf, launching herself after him only moments later, Fallen Dream still wielded in one capable hand. She'll likely not want to land on her feet, so she's aiming for Esgalon himself. She only needs to cut him once. If Fallen Dream draws blood, it renders it's victim instantly paranoid and phobic for a temporary length of time.
Fontoyn finishes off the container, celebrating his victory with a testosterone-filled toss of the bottle. Glass breaks upon contact with the tavern walls and small shards of glass scatter through the tavern
Ariston offers a glance in the direction of Olivera, a snort and his focus turns towards Deacon, the subbordinate is previewed in silence, a smirk offered even in the disdainful gaze. Slowly he glances about further, Jacklin becoming his target. " Hello again, bag lady..." HE was searching for an argument, or perhaps a bit of fun, either or it would seem his attentions are varied this eve.
Olveria winces and picks a peice of glass out of her arm. She frown, and sighs, rolling her eyes. She marches over to Sarah, instead. "Are you alright, sweet?"
Kasyr yelps rather loudly at that near miss done in Caedans vicinity, that altogether rabid expression momentarily becoming more akin to that of a startled animal. Still, with the potential outcome of his head being severed from his shoulders or all sorts of other morbid outcomes- the hybrid isn't one to sit shellshocked and waiting for a final blow. Rather, after that momentary pause, the hybrid would flatten down to the ground, right hand still bearing his blade pressed to the floor- as he did his best to get clear of both Esgalon and Caedans forms. Once free of the risk of being used as a prop for leverage, there'd be a rather hasty attempt at rolling onto his back, the tiefling ignoring the feeling of clinging remnants of past patrons- as those unoccupied fingers of his left hand focused on the air. Twisting and turning, wriggling and grasping, It'd also seem like a cats habit of batting at the air- save that strands of Etheric energy bound to emotions would crop up twixt his hand and Esgalon- the hybrid endeavouring to abruptly reverse the mans Inertia mid flight in a tried and true manner- to pull him straight into Caedan and her waiting blade. And hell if he wouldn't draw up Gospel fefore himself, blade held out so that he could interpose it twixt himself and the hunter were impact to become imminent. "I really hope tu didnt mind me cutting in, Cherie."
Ariston seems saddened by the loss of his toy, towards Olveria he shrugs. " And I would care for innocent? Or sweet, Lady, you know little of me, you pose to correct me and yet you are a dragon yourself. I have killed four of your kind alone in the past two weeks. Do not tempt me to enjoy myself further. " He flourishes a hand, little more than a graceful action before continuing. " Other's like me are far different, you may seek my brother... Demont if you have a grievance with me. I am more like the crazed sentinel, I am here not for love , I am here for battle, and to do as my brother wishes of his right hand. I am as bleak as the snow in the northlands, and far more cruel. I don't have a heart to show , so don't request it."
Esgalon lands firmly upon the ground, taking a few steps away until he is struck in the back by one of his own daggers, the other sailing away until it too embeds itself into the far wall. He writhes in pain, the piece striking his shoulder blade and causing his motions to become erratic. He somehow manages to elude the complete grasp of the polarity manipulation by the tiefling as he stumbles towards the door, drops of blood trailing in his wake. "Another time..." he spurts, clutching onto the door frame with both hands, leaning momentarily, knowing his is incapable of fighting both in such a confined location. Another step, and he stumbles into the night air, ending this foray much earlier than anticipated, but perhaps merely a prelude for things to come.
Olveria lowers her head, though not in defeat. She smiles. "In respect, sir, I do not request your heart at all. I am here neither for love nor battle. I have had enough of that in my time, both here, and in my homeland. I only ask why you would enslave one who did not wrong you. The logic doesn't seem to make sense." She smiles "I'd rather not die, nor fight you. I only wish to live in peace."
Thea smirks a bit, and utters under her breath, "Same old Tranzier."
Kasyr slips up from his none-too-glorious spot on the ground, essentially flipping up to his feet to begin a slow meander towards his fallen coat. Somewhere along the way, That cursed and blackened blade that was Gospel would dissipate, a none too happy hiss of discontent it's sole utterance before the hybrid would reclaim his coat, slipping into it with a casual ease. "...How boring, et I'm still hungry."
Caedan returns from unconsciousness, and has a very painful set of feet.
Olveria said to Caedan, "Do you need any healing? We'd have to go outside," She'd gesture to the sign in the tavern at that, "But I can help."
Caedan said to Olveria, "Hrm. Voodoo magic healing? Or bandages?"
Olveria said to Caedan, "It is magic that I do."
Caedan said to Olveria, "I don't trust it. I think it turns things topsy turvy."
Olveria said to Caedan, "I understand that. I hope you feel
better, soon."
Caedan said to Olveria, "Thank you. I'm sure I will."
Ariston said to Caedan, "It seems you are right... My brother has some weakspot for you... It is quite intriguing... Which would make you wrong Psychic woman... I am not just like my brother it seems."
Caedan said to Ariston, "Feather."
Dezerae said to Xarden, "You have to take my hair into consideration."
Kasyr pauses in place, his mood slowly returning to a more docile state at the lack of bloodshed being wrought.. Gradually, as the mood grew more placid, he'd turn, until finally he was looking over towards Caedan. With a sigh, and a faint gander down towards her wounds, he'd simply endeavour to catch her attention, "Caedan, Cherie. Er..when you get free time, et your not bleeding on the floor..we need to talk."
Awne looks over to the woman the dragon was talking to, and sits up "you arre in need of healing?"
Caedan said to Kasyr, "Oh yes, we do. I've seen Mme Tenebrae. I had forgotten to tell you. I missed Jack though. He wasn't there. Leo was."
Xarden said to Dezerae, "Im do. I consider it a bit in the way, and think we should cut it off. Because I've always like a shaved kitty more..."
Ariston said to Caedan, "Not happening..."
Caedan said to Awne, "A few bandages ought to do the trick."
Dezerae said to Xarden, "You cut my hair and I'll hit you. Very hard."
Caedan said to Ariston, "Yes, it is. Now, please. I'm featherless."
Awne nods her head and stands, grabbing her back and moving over to the woman, sliding into a seat and pulling out ointment and bandages "show me."
Xarden said to Dezerae, "I wont cut your hair. My sissors would, though..."
Deacon said to Olveria, "It's only natural to fight over a space. For example...If you place a certain family into an area, and place another family within the same limits of the other family. Feuds will conspire, and fighting will dominate the total atmosphere. "
Dezerae said to Xarden, "Keep your stuff away from my hair."
Ariston nearly bursts out laughing at the bleeding, demanding form of Caedan, feathers, her highest priority, really... How odd. " Go get fixed up, and I -might- give you a feather... Only because you amuse me, little one."
Awne said to Deacon, "I still think you should all just learrn to sharre..~she sighs~ I suppose I should starrting learrning morre on avian anatomy so I can trreat them betterr with an empending battle."
Olveria said to Deacon, "But of course, but there are few dragons, and few avians. The skies cover the whole of the land. Is there not enough for everyone? If you have a mansion, and put two famlies in it, would it not be big enough for both?"
Kasyr offers Caedan a look, something like a cross between relief, hopefulness, and anxiety- which was promptly stored back behind the tired facade he'd taken to. "When..did tu see her persay? She's been missing- if you can find her, then I can, we can bring her back. She can take Cabal back. I er." Sighing, he'd simply draw his hands up behind his head, before ambling forth, his particular route taking him near Ariston, the hybrid taking a seat on the table nearest to him, by which point the hybrid would offer up a faint, "Hrm." In his direction. Then, it was back to Caedan, "When..et Where. She es still well, right?"
Deacon slightly chuckled at Awne's words. "Indeed, but I have no quarrel with most. Some are ignorant like that human earlier." inclining towards Olveria that she remembered that very person who Deacon was talking about.
Ariston said to Deacon, "It is not a matter of size... it is the pride of both species that drives us to this.. neither wishes to have an 'equal'..."
Deacon said to Olveria, "No, it will not. For one family will want the mansion as whole, not half. "
Olveria nods "ignorace is a problem that should be dealt with." She frowns. "Was I not listening to the one you called 'prince'?" She asks not to be rude, but rather to understand the stranger better.
Awne sighs "I think you should all just sharre..battle brrings to many wounded to healerrs..too many deaths..Avians have such prretty wings and drragons prretty scales. Can't you worrk together to make things frrom the prretty to betterr the worrld?"
Deacon said to Ariston, "But my prince, having control over more shows that power amoung both species is not equal is it not?"
Caedan wraps a convenient towel around her feet and shuffle hops towards Ariston, slightly in Kasyr's wake. "There. All better. Feather please." To Kayer, she'd mention offhandedly, "Oh, she visited me by the pool. Well, I visited her. Leo was there, but only his head. And I couldn't see Jack. Have you seen Jack?" She's absolutely horrible when it comes to describing things that are necessary to help situations. She may have the information to solve a puzzle, but she's busy looking at the whole picture to examine the finer details.
Olveria said to Ariston, "But can -some- not share with others? The ones that understand that Pride goeth before a fall?""
Ariston said to Deacon, "Then you understand.. there is not such thing as an equal in this game called life..."
Awne rolls her eyes at the woman and stands, moving a chair behind her to hit her knees. The intent to make her fall into the seat as the healer moves to sit on her knees, pulling the ointment and wrappings to her.
Thea turned sights on Ariston, brow furrowed at his arrogance, "Everything has an equal in 'this life'." She quips to the Avian.
Ariston can only shrug and offer Caedan a tiny plume from one of his wings, a shrug given. "Started molting... plenty more to come, if you play nice..."
Deacon said to Ariston, "I do understand my prince. That is why I used the family example, size determines who has more domain to rule over, causing pride to set in."
Olveria frowns "Pride is akin to ignorence" she says, to no one but herself.
Olveria agrees with both Awne and Thea, but remains silent, seeing where this will lead.
Deacon whispered something to Olveria.
Dezerae fiddles with her hair.
Caedan accepts the feather, promptly ignores Ariston, and smiles faintly at Awne, who is allowed to go about her business without risking a stabbing, or other murderous intent for breaching the no-physical contact rule.
Kasyr sidles over more towards Ariston, the sole thing preventing any noise being the fact that the cat ears were not the sole feline trait he possessed. Grace was a particularily fun boon- especially when you'd be quickly skirting a hand forward towards a wing to abscond a feather. Hopefully, he'd come up with a prize, the hybrid then simply turning towards Caedan, "..Did tu...actually see her? or was it ...just...something that es going to happen. Et...uh. No, I haven't seen Jack, Cherie. "...He was damn well baffled, and his experience displayed it.
Ariston said to Thea, "Truely? Who is your equal then pixie? For you seem to act as if you have none. I battle while you speak as if you know I will die in the end, yet when the battle is over does your friend leave the one found wanting. Equality is something made up by the minds of the irrelevant. If you crave equality, look elsewhere. There is no such thing to be found here. "
Eyren slips breezily through the tavern, her eyes alight as she searched through the myriad of faces that made up the canvas of Kelay's occupants. Spotting the shimmering form of Thea she strides purposefully to stand off to one side of her; eyeing the winged being that was addressing her curiously.
Awne smiles at the woman, and takes a cloth from her bag, putting some ointment into the cloth and gently applying it to the womans feet. Once she was sure the wounds were clean she takes up the bandages and gently wraps the womans feet once at a time. Once done she puts her things away and stands "Therre, trry to stay off of them as much as you can. and change the bandages everry few days. She takes a jar of the ointment and holds it out for the woman to take "use this when you change the bandages."
Olveria said to Ariston, "Equality is something to be found everywhere, Sir, if we could all put our pride away. "
Thea feigns amusement, "Oh aye? Friend you say? As I recall, you and yours decided to toss about pranks then attempt ambush on a 'stranger' who happened in. Are you sincerely so caught up in your own little realm of existence that you cannot recognize where you, or I, or any of these others here come from?" The pixie motions to Caedan then to Eyren, "They are my equals. Your brother is my 'equal'. To be so obtuse that you have no thought of nature and the delicate balance that lingers there, is to deny yourself acknowlegement of your own existence. For if there were no others, why would you take in air at all?"
Ariston said to Olveria, "When you do happen to get everyone in the lands to do that come back to me... and I'll sign up to be an equal... Though I doubt it will ever happen
Caedan accepts the ointment and regards it suspiciously before offering the woman a tentative grin. Awne will likely be called upon again, because Caedan can hardly take care of herself when she is feeling one-hundred percent, nevermind hobbling about with pierced arches of the feet. To Kasyr, she says, "Saw her. She brought me to her. Well. She saw me, and I saw her. Through each other. It's nice there. Lonely. But pretty. A little cold. And angry little men." She trails off, and snuggles into her chair, and within seconds, she is asleep.
Denth moves to the closest wall and begins to move up, using his claws, into the rafters.
Ariston said to Thea, "You surely jest... claiming equals is one thing.. proving it is another... Equality is not as easy to prove when you can look about and note that this land has people without equals.. It is wrote upon every feature and facade. You are blind."
Ariston said to Deacon, "Oh.. the Delavian... He sent word this afternoon, we will meet soon enough."
Olveria said to Ariston, "I think it could start with those around us, here." She nods to Thea "Like this lady, for instance. She seems like a noble soul." She sighs, before apologizing to the woman next to her. "I did not mean to bother you, if my words should do so" Turning back to Ariston, she retorts, under her breath "I don't think it would ever happen. Not as long as there are -those- who beliee themselves to be more amazing than others."
Awne chuckles at the woman, pulling a blanket from her bag and lays it over the woman to keep her warm. She looks to the two men, smiling and bowing her head politely to the prince and smiling with wave and soft "hello Kas." to the tiefling. She rubs her eyes and sighs moving back to an empty table and laying her head down, pulling a bottle of red liqued from her bag and taking small sips before putting it away, the smell of blood strong from it.
Eyren narrows her eyes at the words issued frorth from the avian's mouth, a deep frown creasing her brow; yet she stays her tongue for the moment. The battle was not hers after all.
Deacon said to Ariston, "And upon this meeting are your intentions to slay him?"
Ariston would veer away from the topic, his hand viciously driving
Kasyr's away from his wings, and in turning his focus becoming that of the figment. " Do I know you? " It's a rediculous query, the answer obvious. " If not allow me to clarify this, I don't hand out or allow people to simply toy with my wings or feathers." The tiefling would be left with little more than a fluffy bit of down, the estranged prince, incredibly odd indeed.
Ariston said to Deacon, "I don't know yet Deacon... it really depends on Demont's wishes.. Last I spoke with him... He wanted the head of the Delavian house, I just wanted the other bits..."
Thea folds her arms over her chest, realization that her words may prove pointless but compelled to release them none-the-less, "Do I need to prove it? So then, sir..tell me that in the aftermath of a fire, life is not reborn in the bareness left by ash and soot? Greener, brighter..further still, explain to me that vast knowledge that you must hold over the entire existence of us all by conveying the purpose for each sex if not for balance?" Thea holds a hand to the owl at her shoulder, "Why do vermin fall prey as they do to this one? Yet, in another instance, he could very well become the hunted..if not for balance." The pixie shakes her head, "Please, do tell. For if there is something I have missed in all my time here I simply must learn of it..so I bid -you- now offer your proof."
Denth said to Sarah, "Leaving a man to his thoughts is like saving his life."
Deacon said to Ariston, "Hmmm, Indeed my prince."
Sarah said to Ariston, "and useing me didt work bit. to bad."
Kasyr hmms a bit at his particular failings, that had which had been espied abruptly moving to store that acquired bit of fluff in one pocket. From there, the hybrid would simply answer the obvious, with the -not-quite-so-obvious, "I'd hope you didn't know me, et the vice versa. I do fear, Monsieur, I'd grow either stupid or insane from listening to your rhetoric, as it imitates that of a fools." And then he'd simply offer a grin, of the most obnoxious sort.
Kasyr said to Awne, "oh..et. Er. Hi. You look fairly dead, tu know? Well. Moreso."
Olveria smiles at Kasyr's words. She stands back, watching, before recieving a message. "I must away," she says, to no one in particular. With a nod to Deacon, Awne, Ariston, and all others she has spoken with, she leaves.
Ariston would offer a simplistic shrug towards Thea, the words conveyed to him making her only seem more off task. " YOU offer to me the simplistic truth that in every facet of life there is something greater than the other.. An attempt on your part to say there is equality? Good lady, your mind must be more warped than mine. YOU prove only my point further. Equality is more a point of view than a point of reality.. I could be bested by another, just as you or any other person, not proving an equal, but rather a lack of equality... You only prove that there is something or someone always better.
Awne looks up from her seat neat the tiefling and shrugs "haven't fed in..I forrget..living off rreplenisherr seems to stop worrking afterr a while.."
Kasyr said to Awne, "So. Hunt. You don't have the teeth for nothing, tu know."
Thea unfurls her wings, their opalescent veins fluttering slightly as arms follow suit and fall gracefully to her sides, wry grin painted over those full lips as they part, "Then it is admitted..by your own voice..that indeed you too could become the prey. Aye? You do not now, nor ever will you own the skies alone. If nature had intended it so, there would be but one set of wings e'er graced upon a back." The pixie sat back, content that it was to no avail that she spoke, but at least the company and the coffee was good.
Ariston said to Deacon, "I am off Deacon... Try not to get yourself killed while I am away... It's rather troublesome to replace people..."
Awne gives the tiefling a look that told him he knew her better than that for her to hunt.
Deacon said to Ariston, "*Laughs* I will not die that easy. And be at Peace travels my prince."
Eyren drops in to a chair beside Thea at the conclusion of the interlude between her and the ... avian who seemed brimming with haughty arrogance if nothing else. "Strangd" she'd murmur glancing from Thea to the avian. "How have you faired this day Thea?"
Ariston said to Thea, "And your kingdom will fall just as any other does... because peace cannot reign in this world. Because equality is always a tilted view.. YOu see one way, others see the opposite. You join a conversation you had little part in, and expect an equal point to be made. All it makes you is a nosey wench, who could spend her time better."
Denth said to Ariston, "Where do dragons rate, Minor pest , thorn in your side or pain in your bum."
Kasyr pops to his feet, then finally staggers out, hands in his pockets. Only one pause is made in his flight, a look sent over towards Awne, "Learn, There es one hunter currently, et there will be many more- you need to learn, or you'll die." And then, after that grim note, the tiefling left.
Ariston said to Denth, "Not sure, depends on the dragon I s'pose... or upon Demont's plans..."
Kasyr also, quite idly, moves to pluck a feather from Ariston in passing.
Awne sighs softly muttering to herself about oaths and broken promises that seem to have been made years ago now.
Ariston said to Deacon, "And you..."
Thea turns a genuine smile to the young woman, "I have been amused. Yourself, dear?" The pixie hardly waits for a response before placing a mug in front of Eyren, "Do have a cup with me?"
Denth dances around the spot where Ariston dissapeared.