Fantasy Sword & Glory

[tammynorthland]

Selah begun to laugh a little more controlled being inside and all, well after a few more drinks that wont matter either. But Selah laughed loudly to the old man slurping to the drink he sounded like an old elephant who just found water. "old man dont drink to much your liver might give out!" He said beginning to pour another glass into the tankerd before swigging it all down within 30 seconds.


Selah decided to match Durrag by picking up the barrel which compared to Selah was large but looked small to Grandpa and slurping down multiple ammounts of the booz before slamming it down with a big gasp. "AAAAHHHHH!" He smiled.


Selah glanced over under his hood from the corner of his eye in a way that no one could see the color shift dur to the shadow that casted over his hood making it hard to see his eye movement. There was a lone girl, drinking in the tavern, just like them not bothering with the commotion outside. 'This girl eyeballing our drinking habits or does she want a free drink as well?' Selah thought, none the less he shifted his gaze and took another plunder from the keg.


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[Killorkiller]

Durrag eyed Selah from across the table, "The day my liver gives out is the day i take a sword through it." he said in a loud voice so that anyone could hear easily. Leaning forward so he was closer to Selah, Durrag spoke softly, "That girl at the booth gives me a bad feeling, her and all thats going on outside. We may need to do something about one or both of them." Durrag then leaned back and acted as if he was just having trouble holding himself upright. For the small giant it looked to anyone else that he was having trouble holding his ale, but in truth Durrag's metabolism was so good he would have to drink near double his weight in ale to get drunk, it was both good and bad.


Durrag had half a mind to go outside and stop what ever it was that was going on out there, after all he was very well known by all the clans, at least his name was they probably did not know that it was his name. He did not want anyone to get hurt, but the clans still thought he was off in the Frozen Wastes tromping around in search of what ever it was he was looking for. Funny thing was, the last time he went out there he had found the sword he currently carried, it was made of dragon steel, the hardest and most high quality metal in the world, its value was beyond measure since it was near impossible to make.


@tammynorthland @JustCallMeAimee @Lola Shimmer

 

[tammynorthland]

Selah took mental note of Grandpa leaning back and forth in his seat to make his words he brought up about the girl un detectable. He shifted a quick eye over to her and then back outside to the bullshit that was unfolding. "We came here to drink, and drinking we shall!!" Selah cheered plunging more ale. The ale was thin and hoppy not quite like a dark ale but almost as if it was an amber descent or a red based ale. He didnt mind. Booz was Booz, and they would need alot of it. Although Durrag could easily outdrink Selah; Selah had no problem keeping up with the old man for the meantime, Selah was an elf afterall. Their metabolism required more food and fuel to operate their bodies, which also meant they can handle more liquor.


@Lola Shimmer @JustCallMeAimee @Killorkiller

 

[JustCallMeAimee]

Rin knew that were taking glances at her and spinning tales about how she must be bad news. The assassin rolled her eyes softly and rose to her feet taking her pint in hand, the woman began to approach their table, her movements slow but measured. There was a slight sway of her hips and the odd slither of thigh through her tailed coat. Lifting her hand she pushed her hood back as she also placed her drink down on their table, "mind if I join you? It seems as though you're having fun." The red heads voice was soft but stony, she did not smile instead the woman pulled up a chair and sat down eying the two men for a brief moment. Her skin would've been like porcelain if it hadn't been for the scar under her eye that seemed to stretch and tugg whenever she made an expression. She emptied the mug in a matter of seconds, "I'd rather not sit by the window considering they're throwing shit through them now."

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[Lola Shimmer]

Helhena really hadn't have to travel far to get what she was looking for. She wanted something that wasn't in the slums but then not to fancy either so as to attract attention, she found the perfect solution nestled on a side street called the spider's web. It was one that was here when she had been young so at least she knew they did good business if it was still standing. As the wood elf entered it looked a bit rough around the edges but the burly men standing behind the bar and the one standing in front of a door near the back told her they had their own kind of security here. The bar that was the lower floor of the building was buzzing with custom already and the hour was not even late yet, Helhena waded her way through the crowd quickly and carefully without so much as touching another body in the place. The atmosphere was loud and full of laughter with many groups conversing and drinking and clearly out for the night so she reached the bar got the hostess' attention quickly and received her key. less than 10 minutes of entering the Inn the elf was up the stairs in her room and laying her weapons out on a table in front of her to take stock of them.


Helhena had already secured the room, the curtains were drawn closed but not before she had tied a thing string around the window lock that had a bell attached to the end so if anyone tried to open it she would here. The same was done tot he handle on the door along with a thin layer of clear poison on the outside handle that would paralyze anyone who touched it within a minute. Sitting at the small wooden desk in the room that had clearly seen better days with the peeling paint, as had the chair she was sitting in that rocked on uneven legs but these were small issues she could deal with. Leaning back in her chair her cloak now strewn across what was her bed for the night. The woman rested her elbows on the edge of the table and her forefinger tapped restlessly against her check."Mmm what to take..." she mused to herself...it was around 6.30 when she had got to her room so it was about 6.50 now. she had afew hours until it would start to get dark and she could get to work, Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a smooth slip of paper and unfolded it. The woman had memorized it already but it did no harm to check...straygon the grey. Someone wanted him dead and they had paid her the price she wanted therefore it would happen she had put the pan into action weeks ago by slowly sneaking a tasteless poison into the mans pork he liked a roasted pig on their feast nights and he would have gotten pretty sick right now however the sickness was nothing he wouldn't recover from if she didn't deliver the last dose tonight straight to him. A smirk covered her features as she recalled the fun in the ally not so long ago...a good warm up for later that much was true.


around 7 Helhena had decided on her favorite poisoners knife and two daggers since she would need to travel light before laying on her bed..and out of years of training she stared at the ceiling for precisely 3 minutes closing down her thoughts and relaxing her body. When this was done the wood elf closed her eyes and let herself fall into a light sleep so as to rest for her task later....the dark shadow would be out tonight and by this time tomorrow afternoon she hopped to be on her way out of town again.

 

[Killorkiller]

Grinning at Selah's comment on drinking, Durrag picked up his keg in one hand and down what was left, which was more than expected but still nothing for the giant man. Durrag saw the girl coming over and decided to a calculated risk, once she asked to join them and without waiting for an answer pulled up a chair, Durrag knew exactly what she was. The faint swish from under the girls cloak was a sign that she had a weapon there concealed, and that furthered Durrag's inclination about her. Turning to face her Durrag spoke, "Ay! We are having a grand old time, as two old friends will do. You seem to be a bit lonely, I can't imagine that being an assassin is something that makes men want your company." at this point Durrag reached behind him and pulled out a folded letter. Tossing it in front of the girl he looked at her with intense eyes, "If you are here to kill me then lets get on with it if not....then you can drink with us."


@tammynorthland @JustCallMeAimee