Cana’s nose perked up at the scent of fresh blood. Her interest in the slobbery bones was fleeting as she looked up at Kieran with hope in her lupine eyes. They had a conversation that sounded quite one-sided to those near him, as druids could communicate with animals. “Aye, go ahead Cana, he ain’t using his body anymore.” With that permission, the wolf was off to investigate and consume the fresh kill.

Kieran watched as the masses flocked to sign up for this mighty quest to defeat evil. With a chuckle, his eyes wandered around the room. Most of these cunts would crumple to ashes in the face of evil. When he figured this adventure was the reason that barbarian girl showed up, he stood from his bar stool and walked over to the overly armored fellow to sign up. “My wolf and I shall be your force of nature, she is Cana and I am Kieran.” He purposefully put her name before his, he would always put her before himself.

Today was a good day for Ryuko. She just managed to get away with a big sack of gold she stole from some random fatty and was now headed towards her usuall tavern. im gonna spend all of this today. I have no idea how much for drinks and how much for a good woman. she thought as she entert the tavern seeing the big mass of people around an armored man yelling their names out.

Ryuko looked at the scene wondering whats going on and figured that there must be someone that is hiering people. im a bit short on money this mouth..... even tho i have this.....a bit extra money so that i can really spend this on alchohol and woman would be nice.... not knowing what kind of quest or adventure Ryuko was signing up for she just startet to sneak trough the mass and quickly use some of her femal charm to get to the front of the line.
"Ryuko my name. I have no idea what kind of quest this is but sign me in!"
Not even wanting an explenation Ryuko quickly got out of the mass again and got herself a place at the bar by charming some random dude that she then just layed to sleep with a little trick. All kinds of people gatherd at the bar by now but one she couldnt get her eyes of in particular was the red haired girl with blades strapped to her body.

Alir after saying her name returned to the corner she had been at. She pulled up her mouth cover to. Her bow and quiver where still leaning beside her chair which was a good thing. Enchanted arrows were expensive things for her to get and she had just spent a good chunk of her money replenishing the supply.

Cagan skimmed over his list, kage, he seemed more disciplined and understanding than the others, he would go far if he stayed that way. The fact he was exiled didn't matter to the young knight as long as he fought well. The lady clear to be an assassin also seemed a bit useful but her obsession with money troubled him, she was more ready to dispose of others than to kill her foes it seemed, he hoped she was smarter than she was greedy. A few others to him caught his attention, a lascivious elf with a wolf feeding on a dead man who smelled like the incident, a woman of clear nordic complexion who seemed to wear nothing more than furs who had a stench much like his and young girl who he had to think twice before putting her name down, he was desperate after all. Another was an archer, she seemed more relaxed than the others. Letting out a sigh as he got al names and the house began to calm down he was a bit let down. This was all the real talent he could see, other than the possibility of the scholar named katherin who happened to be one of the only spell casters of the group. "alright prepare for the journey today as we leave by the morning of tomorrow be there or remorse over you're lost coin" the man said before beginning to walk back to the bar, only to hear a man shout "were's our money" something many of the people were wondering. Cagan paused before looking back to them. "by my name as a holy crusader of the freygard kingdom I swear to you the coin to all that survive" Cagan proclaimed without a hint of worry " I know well many of you are not of the most respectful past or occupations but I am willing to put that to the side if you all are willing to wait for your money" the man continued before walking back to his seat before a man smelling of booze threw a punch at the crusader. A sudden rush of pain surged through the man's arm as he hit the forehead rushing at him is a football style tackle. Falling over as easily as a man as blasted as himself would cagan returned to his mead satisfied.

Alir slightly smirked under her half mask and she stood up. She grabbed her bow and quiver and left the tavern. She blended into the shadows and climb up so she was sitting on the tavern's roof. She pulled off her hood so that her blonde hair fell in soft waves down her back and that her ears poked out of her thick hair. Her green eyes stared ahead as she took a fresh breath of air that wasn't through a piece of cloth.

Katherin carefully made her way back to her seat. She was worried about missing the group. She gave careful thought on how to make sure she didn't get left behind. She would have to stay at the in. Which wouldn't be a problem. She had plenty of funds. She caught the innkeepers attention and quietly secured a room for herself. She decided to spend the rest of the evening studying her future traveling companions.

Katherin carefully made her way back to her seat. She was worried about missing the group. She gave careful thought on how to make sure she didn't get left behind. She would have to stay at the in. Which wouldn't be a problem. She had plenty of funds. She caught the innkeepers attention and quietly secured a room for herself. She decided to spend the rest of the evening studying her future traveling companions.

Nyala didn't know what to make of motley assortment of individuals, each as different as the next. Archers, knights, woodsmen, a pretty little magician and even assassins. She scoffed at that last. Assassins that looked like assassins? Clearly they were new to the trade. A real assassin looked like everyone else, was unremarkable in every respect and they most often didn't carry obvious weapons, concealing them in common objects. There was even a wolf. What manner of selfish person would bring their beast within the walls of this wretched, refuse strewn town? She found herself feeling sorry for the beast. The scent of this place was likely burning her sensitive nostrils.

Her first thought, once the roll was called, was how rude their sponsor was. Refusing to introduce himself and simply launching into his proposed quest. She shook her head and knocked back another swig of ale before merely raising her axe in salute to signify her interest in joining the quest. What cared she for such documents as he had unrolled in his hand. Scrolls were the province of skalds and kings, not warriors like herself.

Then, during the roll call, one of their number murdered a random innocent. She was already watching that man, one of the obvious assassins but who could miss the arterial blood gushing upwards and painting the rafters crimson or the coppery metallic scent of freshly spilled blood suddenly added to the mixture of stale ale, old vomit and bodily odour? Those closest took it hardest, sheathed in jetting blood. That was just grand. Now they would have to deal with the city guard investigating and interrogating everyone just to assuage this childling's salving of a bruised ego. It would be hours before they would be able to leave. Well, that just meant more time for drinking.

Slapping another coin on the bar she took another tankard and moved closer to this new patron.

"What manner of evil doth lie in wait oh nameless patron?" she asked as she glared a small man out of his seat through sheer dominating personality and straddled it, "be it goblin, troll or even Jormungandr himself you have my blades and axes."

Once Kieran had signed up for the quest for inevitable failure, he itched to get back outside. The crowd had grown far too strong and foul in this establishment. Cana sensed her companion's discomfort and walked over to his side, fresh blood coating her muzzle. Kieran scratched her head affectionately "I think we've had our fill here, don't you think, girl? How about we go for a run?" Kieran's own beast was vibrating underneath his humanoid layer of skin. Druid magick ran deep and called for kinship with nature. Together they left the tavern and the chaos, Kieran was barely able to hold his current form.

"sincerely that pleases me, and I hope that we both live another day, if the group is rowdy enough to kill a man before the adventure I'm not sure if we'll even make it to asgeir let alone adreliri I wish Cassius" the young knight muttered in an angry tone before finishing off his new drink and looking to the girl now with full attention. Her loose leather and fur made him feel a bit uncomfortable before making sure he made eye contact over her... cleavage... it wasn't something easy to him but being a light of a drinker as he was it was starting to take affect, thought merely tipsy he wasn't good at conversing in the least bit. " well you mentioned using multiple weapons, swords and axes was it? I take it your self taught?" the man said ordering a small pint of a hard drink.

Again their new patron refused to deliver his name and she would be damned if she would give hers without hearing his first. She briefly flirted with the idea that he might be a demon. It was said that to know a demon's name was to have power over it. What better way to handle any would be uprisings than to gather up the likeliest heroes and massacre them?

Hefting one of her hand axes Nyala tossed it gently into the air, spinning it one perfect circle before catching it again by the haft. Some people threw daggers, she instead threw hand axes. Swords were great against creatures or unarmoured opponents but against those wearing armour a sword was capable only of bludgeoning. Only a sword's point was of use, able to pierce through armour with a savage thrust. Axes, on the other hand, with their greater heft could cleave a breast plate inwards with a solid impact. The trick was, of course, landing such a blow while an opponent was dodging, weaving and parrying.

"Nay," she replied, "Me entire hold had some say in my training, learned a bit from every Njord who'd ever gone aviking. Swords be good for slashing but armour, armour takes an axe or a pike. Thus I be carryin' both."

Right after signing up, Eirhiun returned to her room in the tavern. She planned to spend the rest of the day preparing for the adventure, and was already getting ready to synthesize for hours on end. She smiled at Chip, who helped bring over her materials, "Thanks, Chip."

He chirped, and Eirhiun gave a small laugh. "Have you been a bird for so long you forgot you can speak?" she joked, before adding in a more repentant tone, "...Sorry."

Chip stared at her for a second before a deep voice that only Eirhiun could hear rang in her head. "I suppose I have engrossed myself into my role far too much as of late. It is not your fault."

"...I'll make it up to you. You'll get to fight lots this time around," Eirhiun said with a smile, before walking over to the cauldron and stirring stick she snuck into the tavern.

How?

...Alchemy was a wondrous thing.

That's why she was grateful none of her syntheses ended in failure so far- compensating for property damage because of an explosion was something Eirhiun wanted to avoid, even if she had the cash. And if they dared to try and confiscate the cauldron and stirring stick she was given by her parents, she would sacrifice every single coin she had on her. If that didn't work, blood would be shed. ...Maybe that's a bit too much. Putting an end to her darkening thoughts, Eirhiun resumed her synthesis.

At first the two of them chatted to their heart's content, but a silence soon fell as Eirhiun began to focus on her work, striving to craft the highest quality and strongest she had ever synthesized. She was mindful to take breaks every once a while, but continued to work hard with the goal of filling her backpack to the brim- well, not exactly, since it was a backpack made from alchemy, so just until there was no more inventory space.

the bar startet to empty a bit as ryuko startet to think about where she is gonna spend the night.... spending this money on the inn here would be a waste..... maybe ill just try to tag along into someones room and then get a free stay for the night..... lets worry about this after im drunk!
she quickly took out the bag of gold counting how much she has and then threw almost all of the gold on the counter. "ill sped a drink for evryone!" she yells out and then throws the rest of the money on the counter. "plus three more for me"
now all of her gold was gone so her plan needed to succed. getting evryone a bit more drunk can only help her to get a free stay from some one in here. she quickly startet to empty her drinks one after the other feeling the effect of the alchohol rather quickly.

Effie felt the cold drink smoothly slid down her throat as she threw her head back, gulping down the alcoholic drink. She felt the undeniable buzz in her temple that could only mean she was slightly tipsy. Dumping her weapons onto the bar top, she began to polish her knives and daggers. Of course, this was not all of her weapons but the bare minimum - she had much more hidden on her body. Licking her lips of the dribbled ale, she sharpened the point of one of her emeici. Sliding the ring onto her finger and spinning the blade, she smiled lazily. Her green eyes glittered and her small nose twitched before she stretched, popping her shoulder joints.

"Ah, I should sleep but I don't want to." she mumbled to herself, pouting and scraping her finger against a sword.

Cana took to a sprint as soon as she was outside, always loving to explore nature with her druid companion. Kieran's beast desired to take to the sky more than anything, so that he did. Not caring who was watching, he went into wild shape right in front of the tavern. Lightening quick, nature's magick turned his elven features into that of a great eagle. With a few swift flaps of his wings, Kieran took to the sky. He flew past an elven archer perched on the roof of the tavern and called at her curiously, his voice now conformed to that of avian body he had.

the drinks drinks ryuko had sadly didnt last long. now with only one glass left and no gold ryuko decided that it woulr really be time to get a spot somewehere to sleep.she looked around if there would be anyone that looked like taking her in but sadly most of the people in the tavern looked like they had the same plan as her. as her eyes wander trough the tavern she spots the red haired woman she showed intrest in earlyer. because we all know that you get the best ideas while your drunk ryuko thought that she could maybe get into her room. god knows why she thought that. as soon as there was a spot free next to the red haired woman (Effie) she quickly sat down next to her and slide her last drink over to the woman.
"hey there.....you look like you want some more" she says with a smile.
ryuko was quite confident in her plan by now because she already saw that the woman was slightly tipsy aswell and maybe she could really get a free room out of this..... or atleast not pay with gold.

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Again their new patron refused to deliver his name and she would be damned if she would give hers without hearing his first. She briefly flirted with the idea that he might be a demon. It was said that to know a demon's name was to have power over it. What better way to handle any would be uprisings than to gather up the likeliest heroes and massacre them?Hefting one of her hand axes Nyala tossed it gently into the air, spinning it one perfect circle before catching it again by the haft. Some people threw daggers, she instead threw hand axes. Swords were great against creatures or unarmoured opponents but against those wearing armour a sword was capable only of bludgeoning. Only a sword's point was of use, able to pierce through armour with a savage thrust. Axes, on the other hand, with their greater heft could cleave a breast plate inwards with a solid impact. The trick was, of course, landing such a blow while an opponent was dodging, weaving and parrying. "Nay," she replied, "Me entire hold had some say in my training, learned a bit from every Njord who'd ever gone aviking. Swords be good for slashing but armour, armour takes an axe or a pike. Thus I be carryin' both."

"an interesting idea, I see it works well for you, I wish others could learn to use a weapon in each had much like you, it's rare and I have heard of it only in the north but never have I seen it with my eyes till now, The names cagan and it's a pleasure to meet a woman as clearly dangerous as yourself" the knight spoke before drinking an ale he had reserved from a 'drink all around' boy was he ready for the drink, almost drooling. His hands quickly snatched the beverage and slammed it into his mouth. It was going to get late soon enough and the man was ready to tire to his bed but would wait for all if not most of his recruits to do so first.

Effie sat up quickly, her fogged brain slowly going on the alert. She looked over at the newcomer, grasping the drink in hand and staring suspiciously at the woman. Sniffing at the drink, she concluded that there were no known poisons - and she knows plenty of poisons - in it. However, there were many poisons she did not know and so she took a small sip that usually would not be enough to kill. The ale tasted as it always did and had not a single drop of a different flavor. If she didn't die in the next twenty-four hours, then there probably wasn't any poison in it. No, the woman must want something else and so Effie decided she would have to stay cautious. But the drink looked oh so tempting and her mind was so frustratingly fuzzy - Effie would kill for the fuzziness to fade into the numbness she held dear. Hm, kill.

Effie grabbed her emeici and held it waveringly in her hand, pointing it at the woman while saying in an over exaggerated slur, "If yoah try anythin', I'll cut yoah throat. Yeah?"

Of course she was faking her inebriation, quite well actually - Effie took a brief pause to mentally congratulate herself - in order to discover the true intentions of the newcomer.

The tavern had a new patron. In walked in a hooded figure cloaked in green, with nothing to show but two iron gauntlets adorning each hand. When he sat down, the innkeeper offered him a drink, but he refused and requested only a flagon. When his needs were met, he conjured up a greenish glowing liquid and filled his flagon. He drank in slow, civilized sips, unlike many of the other drunks around him.
"'Ey, you. Wanna fight?"
It was a common drunk, but in his hand he looked like he was wielding a spiked club. May an intoxicated thug. The hooded figure did not move.
"I said, you wanna fight?"
Again, the figure did not answer. The thug drunkenly lifted up his club, but the next second later all the spikes were gone. They had seemingly reattached onto the newcomer's gauntlet. The figure plunged his spiked hand into the thug's face. The drunk reeled back in absolute terror, clutching his face in horror and pain. He stumbled back into a gathering of his cronies. Under normal circumstances a bar brawl would've broken out, but what ordinary man could make spikes attach to his hand? Maybe he was a warlock, a magic user. The hooded figure returned to his drink.

ryuko -already quite drunk- knew that there was a great danger coming from this woman but the alcohol in her head told her " dont worry. shes not gonna hurt you. go ahed and talk to her more" ryuko smiled and and nodded as she still dosnt give up on her chance of a free stay. "ok.....if i do anythin ill let you cut me open"
as ryuko thought she would be out of danger for now she notices that the drink she gave the woman was not empty yet so she pointet at it and asks with a suprised look "are.....are you not thirsty? cause ill take this if you dont want it"