Fantasy Realm Enterprise (IC)

[Drakel]

"Another day, another adventure, another place I need to go to", Thought Adrithie as he woken up from a long days’ worth of sleep. He had already been traveling for one week and only just found a cozy tavern to sleep at for the day. Slowly he got out of the bed, knowing that he had to get out of this place though his body fighting him due to the comfort of the bed. He truly did not want to get out of it and out into the cold world again. Right now all he knew was traveling to the next destination mattered, and the only way there is the road. He looked at himself in the mirror, other than his eyes he appeared to be just the occasional elf, though he knew that no matter how much he would have liked being one and live happily on some farm or mystic tower, he just couldn't. Still the live of a traveler wasn't a bad one and so far many of the merchants he met were accepting, so long as he was willing to trade for more supplies.

After looking at his own fake image he started to get dressed. A stolen black cloak was worn over some casual cloth peasant’s clothing for this day. And so he walked out of the tavern and onto the road, it was indeed going to be a chilly day but over all he knew that in the end the adventure will be worth it. After all, when isn't there an exciting day when one is traveling on a road constantly? And so the Adventure begins again, and whatever may happen, will happen. Whether it be a bandit attack or going on a quest to help others. Maybe even meeting some friends or merchants or finding some gold or supplies left behind. One can never truly tell on this Traveler’s Enterprise.

[LegitCondition]

Grunting awake as he found himself hearing the chitchat of people outside onto the street. Just enough for him to be awaken by and thankfully, even though he was essentially was sleeping on a dirty alley. No one had stolen anything form him, not that he had anything really to be stolen. All he had was the clothes on his back and and a cloak that he "found". Yet it did bring a slight smile on his face, making him think the world was quite a nice place. Until those thoughts were cut but a nice hard kick from a young peasant who thought it would be quite funny. He let out a loud groan, making a not to the child that he was indeed awake. Causing said child to dash out of view.

Sighing deeply he slowly stood from off the ground, brushing off the lose dirt that was on him. Making sure his hood was still nicely placed of his head. He needed to hide his race, if people knew he was a Tauren. Things would probably get a bit less calm and he didn't really care for causing unneeded havoc in a nice town. Though seeing how broad and large the man was, and his horns liked to poke its way out. Not to mention people could easily notice his tail if the looked carefully. Yet his little brown clock seemed to do the trick hiding his identity. Though not many people would think to mess with a large bulky guy in a clock with horns... so that did help.

Sighing a bit as he moved forward, he didn't know what he should do. He's been traveling for at least awhile now,so he was as far from his "home" as he could possibly be. Yet he still wanted to travel, something about the feeling just brought smile to his face. He loved nature, and the world was just brimming full of it. Though it was part of him to keep moving, Taurens didn't stay in one place for to long if they didn't have to. The loud gurgling of his stomach could be heard, interrupting his thoughts. Oh, yeah... he was hungry... seeing how he hasn't eaten in days... it did make sense. But, he was broke... and couldn't hunt at all. At most he could do was swing the axe he had by his side to get firewood, and well protect himself. Making him wish that maybe he had left a long time ago, so possibly he could have learned those sort of things when he was younger and less... uh aggressive looking. His past aside, he needed gold or food, that was the first things that he required and stealing wasn't part of him. Not that he could pull it off.

[Ryukuruyu]

Drake was on the bar in a nice tavern having a drink.
"Oh come on now Mr. Leafland, tell us your "story" of you being a "Fire Knight" and you being in the "war"." The Tavern owner said. The Tavern owner was speaking sarcastically, and Drake was a bit mad that the tavern owner didn't believe him after he told the story around five times.
"Don't believe me, eh?" Drake said. "Well, then, how about I perform some magic in front of your very own eyes?" The people of the tavern then yelled out "Yeah!".
"Well then, Mr. Leafland," The Tavern owner asked. "Go right ahead."
"Alright," Drake then stood up from the stool he was sitting on and turned around. "For this, i'll need a volunteer!" Drake then looked behind him and at the tavern owner. "How about you, owner of this fine and dandy Tavern?"
"Well alrighty then!" The tavern owner said. The tavern owner then walked out of the bar and walked next to Drake. Drake then grabbed a small stool and placed it in front of the tavern owner.
"Go ahead, stand on there!" Drake yelled out. The Tavern owner asked what he was told to do and Drake then took out a piece of wood. "Now, on the count of three, I will light up this piece of wood! One ... two ... three!" The piece of wood then came on fire as Drake made the wood hotter as he was yelling out the numbers.
"Oh please!" Someone in the audience said. "Anyone can do that!"
"Alright then, well, I'll do something else," Drake said. Drake then backed up 10 paces to the right of the tavern owner. "I will make something else light up, no, not something, someone!" Drake then snapped his fingers and fire appeared on the Tavern owner's nice tunic. The Tavern owner noticed this and started to panic. The audience then started to clap. "Now, everyone, let's help out the tavern owner!" Drake then picked up his drink of Rum and threw it onto the Tavern owner. The audience then did the same and the Tavern Owner, his tunic now safe from fire but covered in Rum, looked at me angrily.
"I WANT YOU OUT!" The tavern owner yelled out.
"Well then, shall we all give a big round of applause to the volunteer and myself?" Drake then walked out of the tavern, behind him he could hear a roar of clapping. Drake, outside now, leaned against the wall of the tavern. He wasn't about to leave, he wanted to meet up with another traveler, someone who was named "Adrithie" who he knew was in this building thanks to the helpful people of the town. Drake then began to wait outside of the tavern.

[Marcus XVI]

Cyriana did not much mind about the whole ruckus caused by the 'Fire Knights' magic. It had been a nice trick to tell the truth, but people were overreacting way too much to her liking. Still she joined in with the clapping before a coughing fit forced her to take support from the table. After a while of drawing breath the pale elf made her way outside to get some fresh air. She glanced around and spotted the man leaning against the wall. "That was a nice trick." She stated politely, her voice was soft and quiet. "What war did you partake in - the latest one, I presume?"

[Ryukuruyu]

"Thanks," Drake said. "I was in the war of the Orcs, the forgotten war as it's nickname ..." Drake then looked up in the sky and then back at the elvish girl. "It was a war pitting the Orcs against the Humans and the Elves, sadly, the general didn't want this war to get out to the public and only a few know about it," Drake then held out a hand to the elf. "The name is Drake Leafland, i'm a Fire Spell Knight."

[Marcus XVI]

"Uh... I'm Cyriana, a monk of the.. uh.. Southern Gods - also I'm an elf." Cyriana pointed at her pointy ears and gilled just a little bit "Do you mean the war where the Orcish warlord... uh... - whatever his name was, propably started with a G or Z or something like that - broke the backs of four knights with one swing of his warhammer? Or am I mixing it with the first of the Orcish Wars?" The pale elf tilted her head and quickly covered her mouth due to a new coughing fit that nearly caused her to double over.

[Ryukuruyu]

"I take it you don't even know about the war yourself, don't you?" Drake asked. Drake then gave a great laugh and patted the elf on the head. "Anyhow, i'm just waiting for this traveler to come along, a guy named Adrithie, you know him? Kind of want to go along with him as he travels since I have nothing to do anyways."

[Marcus XVI]

As Drake patted her on the head Cyriana swiftly grabbed hold of his wrist and squeezed - not in a manner that would break bones or someting like that, but in a painful enough way to politely inform that patting her on the head is not a good idea and that she might not be just an ordinary elf. "Please don't do that. I don't like when people do that... No, I really havn't heard of the fellow..." She released his hand and rolled her eyes "Do you mind if I wait with you? This place is nice and all, but I'd rather be searching..." The pale elf coughed a few times "...A cure for my predicament."

[SadSongs]

The town was bustling with morning traffic and the chit-chat of peasants...the average morning in the average town... but then a silence rushed over the crowd like and ocean wave...merchants turned and mothers held there children close as a shuffling of feet along the dirt path echoed from the mist out side the gates. Many a strange traveler had passed through this place, and so the towns people sat back and cringed...these people had seen some of the most terrifying creatures in there lifetimes but nothing, NOTHING could prepare them for who was about to come into view...as the figures stepped out of the fog men gasped and woman held down the pointing fingers of there curious offspring.... their drab grey eyes widened as the group approached, and the woman in the front, her eyes shut as if in a deep sleep, spoke...
Is there a place around here that sells cake?
She laughed, as usual, she was greeted with an awkward silence and nervous shutters... as with most towns she and her familiars made a less then normal impression... I mean, you don't see such "colorful" people everyday. Most people didn't know what to do, or how to react, when they entered. She stepped closer to the group on the right, she all started to back track along the walls, moaning as they did so...
Do you mean to tell me that there's no cake here? she headed to the left only to get the same reaction... she had one man pinned up to the wall... well? she asked...all he could do was stutter, she smelled the fear on him and sighed, then there was an out cry from the crowd...
MOMMY MOMMY LOOK!!!! IT'S A STUFFED FROG!!! AND A DOLL!!!!! The mother quickly covered the child's mouth, but it was too late... Pandora, as she was named, swiftly pursued the sound...she moved fluently and smoothly, as if she was gliding, even with her eyes closed...soon she was crouching next to a cringing little boy... Pandora's head slowly cocked to the side as she leaned in and smiled sweetly with her mouth closed and whispered with a voice coated in sugar and silk ...Do you know where the cake is, little guy?
The child started to fumble his hands and he quietly murmured...maybe at the tavern... he averted his eyes as a fabric frog with a monocle and a Doll with pig tails leaned in on either side of Pandora...as if she could see them she turned left and then right and then with a perplexed look on her face asked them...
Anne, Mr. Tibbs, where's needles?
The fabric dolls shrugged and Pandora let out a quiet moan of agitation...her face softened as she redirected her attention toward the young one...
Thank you so much for your assistance, she drew her hand up and snapped her fingers, and Anne rushed over, the boy shut his eyes and tried to lean back, but Pandora took his wrists and held his palms open as the rag doll dropped a shilling into grasp. As the kid blinked and peered into his hands Pandora summoned the accompanying toys to follow as the crowd split to allow them easy passage.
They turned into the tavern, passing a couple of people on the way in, and proceeded to the bar...
Once again she was greeted with an awkward silence...is there any cake here?
I don't know who you are, the manager sounded grumpy, but we sell no such thing here, so get out....
Well that's no way to treat a new guest, her face darkened, she smelled the air, it was full of rum...
I Said GET OUT FREAK!!!
Pandora pushed him against the wall opened her eyes, the man stumbled back unable to move...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU!!!!
The other people in the tavern shifted in their seats trying to get a better look, but they couldn't tell why he was so freaked out, they couldn't see her face...
Pandora let out an echoing whisper...where...is...the cake....

[Drakel]

When Adrithie walked out of the tavern he could see two people, one of which was a man who wore armor with a fiery appearance and the other appeared to be an elf. The man was talking about Adrithie and was looking for him. For whatever reason this man has for looking for him, it was more likely not good. Usually when one knows your name it is because they either already met you or were hunting you down for one reason or another, and since Adrithie did not recall ever even seeing this person he knew that it must have been the second option. This man was dangerous and Adrithie knew it. While the man and the elf were distracted Adrithie took a quick turn away from them and walked through the Ally way between the tavern and a small shop next to it, only to see a large man with a more strange appearance get up at a distance and walked out of the ally way. Quietly Adrithie followed him out, while keeping a good distance, and once out he turned towards the small store and followed his instincts, whether they were wrong or not of the situation, to get back onto the main road.

The Town he is in was small and fare when it came to population. The buildings all made of wood of various types except for maybe one or two which were made of stone. Adrithie didn't see much beauty in this town as much as a city would hold though it was still nice to be in. With yet another quick turn down an ally way the demon was hoping to find a way to the main road but instead got himself caught in a dead end, and when he was walking back he could see a figure on the other side. If it was for a fight Adrithie had little choice but to defend himself, after all he fell into what he thought would be a trap. If this was a friend or a possible ally then his fears were nothing but that. Still he had to prepare himself for the worst possible scenario and ready himself for any possible outcome.