@Cloudystar

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"So where do you think we are?" Miya asked. It took a few seconds for Ishia to respond. Her head had already swiveled to take a good long, not very subtle look at Nariah. Before the lizard could even say anything, Miya sighed. She had to ask herself for the hundredth time, why she was still friends with this harlot?

"Heh, no idea," She began with a grin. "But as long as they've got booze, pretty people and don't mind a good time, I don't care."

"I don't even know why I ask you."

As the two finished their brief conversation, someone who looked to be a servant of sorts approached them, introducing himself as Quinton. An odd name, or at least, the origin of it was not one she was familiar with. Definitely foreign. Perhaps they had somehow been transported to the lands beyond the Edel Empire? It wouldn't be entirely unheard of for such a thing to happen. Old magic was quite powerful, and teleportation spells to cover long distances was common back in the histories...

"Eh? The lady's your Master?" Ishia questioned in her usual voice, seemingly slightly teasing. "Oho, so you're in that kind of relationship. Invite me next time you-gwargh." Before she could continue though, a small thump on her forehead from Miya quieted her.

"Sorry about the lizard. You can ignore her." Miya apologized to Quintin. "Perhaps some drinks? You wouldn't have any sort of alcohol here, would you? And uhm, perhaps if you have a map of the region it would be quite helpful. We seem to be...quite a distance from home."

@cloudystar@Rune_Alchemist

By the gods...

What hoity-toity establishment did she bumble into? These people wre more stuffed up their arse than the damned elves Nariah thought. With a gruff sigh she sat down at a table, hoping at least this place had some ale or anything alcoholic. From the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but notice the peculiar young lass eyeing her so lustfully from across the room, much like how the whores would look at her when she passed near those houses of ill repute, some...she visited from time to time.

A fine lass was she, but by Tha'agorn, were those...horns? And a tail? Hope she ain't one of those soul sucking succubi I hear so much about.

Quinton

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Quinton smacks his forehead for forgetting to mention this to the newcomers. The Cafe is kinda non-existant like the village of Rheoden. He does a deep bow to the knight from earrlier, the cowboy, and the people he just said hi to. He begins to speak to all parties as clear as he can.

"I apologize but an actual map and such...would only complicate things. The Cafe and the viage nearby exist in its own Plane of Existence or Dimension to explain things easier. Each of you came from your own Dimensuion which are entire worlds that could be very similar or very different from each other. I apologize for not mentioning this before but if you give us time, we can configure the portals to let you back to your own worlds and give you a way to come back here if you so desire. And no ma'am, she is simply a good friend and my Master. Nothing more or less from the looks of things, and I'll work in creating an alcohol to satisfy your desires. I appogize now if it isn't to your liking."

Quinton hurries off to the bar to work on getting the requedted alcohol. It does take him a bit of time to create the drink they requested but eventually he got the job done. Retuning to them with a deep bow, Quinton holds their alcoholic beverages ona platter for them to take.

@Rusalka@Rune_Alchemist

Jameson was too busy eating to reply Skylar immediately, once he was done eating, she had already gone towards the entrance to greet a heavily armored female warrior. He could tell that she was an experienced fighter, if not for her feminine voice, anyone could've mistaken her for a man. Her sword has quite an intricate design, not one Jameson has seen in his travels. Soon after entered two lasses, one with horns on her forehead, while the other resembled a lizard, a rather well-endowed one. Jameson could tell that the former was a demon from the horns, but she didn't seem threatening in anyway, the latter was rather peculiar to him, a demi-dragon he thought.

After hearing Quinton's speech, he called out to him, "Hey Quinton, hold on with my portal, I'm good here." then raised his mug of coffee in approval. "And besides, I've got a job interview to attend to right?". Jameson then went to the opposite side of the counter and started mixing up a drink with whatever he found. He found an old bottle of whiskey and poured some into a mug, he then mixed in some coffee and honey. "A strong drink with the perfect hint of sweetness, perfect for a tough lass" he thought as he brought it over to Nariah's table. "You can take this as my resume, Quinton.", he handed the drink over to Nariah, "I'm Jameson, drink's on me. It might not be what you had in mind when you first came in, but it's the best I could serve for now seeing that this establishment isn't exactly one we're more accustomed to."

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@xChrome@Rune_Alchemist

Nariah's eyes shifted between the lad Jameson and the odd drink he presented to her. "Hrmm?" She uttered confused. Her metal hand gradped the cup firmly as she lifted it to her nose sniffing of it inquisitively. Her brow furrowed. It wasn't mead, but damn near close. She could detect the sweet, earthy scent of the honey, as well as the robust, pungent punch of heavily fermented alcohol, but what was that other smell? It was that same lingering scent that wafted about the room, coffee she believed someone called it.

"Ye expect me to drink this, boy?" Nariah's tone was gruff as she inquired with a stern look, suddenly belting out in a hearty laugh, "Bah! What the hell! I could've bern drinking dragon piss for all I know! Bottoms up!" Nariah threw her head back, loudly she chugged down every drop before slamming the mug down with a satisfied look to her face, her cheeks a rosy red.

"Ahhh..... by Aureim, boy, that's got to be the best drink I've ever had!" She laughed jovially pushing her empty mug forward with a drunken smile, "Another round, lad! And two more for them pretty lasses over there!" Nariah said motioning to the two women nearby, giving a sly wink to the horned one who was checking her out earlier.

@Rusalka@Rune_Alchemist

"Hah! Knew you would like it!" exclaimed Jameson with joy and relief, he wasn't exactly sure that Nariah would enjoy it, plus his job and probably head was on the line. He took her mug back to the counter and mixed up another batch, one for her and two for the strange duo. Jameson served Nariah her beverage first before moving on to the other two.

"Compliments of the bold lady over there." he said as he placed the mugs in front of them. Jameson tried keeping his eyes away from the revealing outfit of the lizard lady and on to the demon. It was rather strange to him that this demon posed no threat, for the moment at least, but still it was a rather strange sight for him to see a demon in a common tavern. He pulled up a seat and sat at their table, Jameson was ready if they proved to be dangerous, but honestly he was more interested at how they would react to his drink.

@Rusalka@cloudystar@xChrome

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"No? But you keep calling her master." It was obvious Ishia wasn't particularly buying that they didn't have that particular kind of relationship, but didn't press the issue. "Ara, that's boring..." Was the only thing said as he trailed off to make them their drinks. Miya for the most part returned to her silence, trying to wrap her head around this concept.

Wasn't...of their world? Different dimension? Just...the concept was a foreign one to the Oni. She knew of realms out there aside from the mortal plane. The realm of gods, devils which was her ancestors was from, as well as the underworld and quite a number of other ones that made up the world. She roughly understood the concept since it wasn't exactly a new one - but the consideration there was a number of other realms out there that weren't one that followed the conventional thinking of her homeland...well, the possibilities were almost endless then, weren't they?

Quinton bringing them the drinks brought her out of her thoughts, if only momentary.

"Oh, uhm, thank you." Miya replied, taking the beverage. It didn't smell particularly strong, but then again with her and Ishia's constitution, most other peoples would find what they considered 'strong' to be too much.

"Thaaaanks." Ishia stretched lazily, swiping the mug and...downing it in almost a few seconds.

Miya simply took a swing of the drink. It definitely wasn't something from Zin, but it wasn't particularly bad either. If people asked why she drank so much, they'd only have to look across the table at the little ball of lust, laziness, and alcohol that was Ishia. More importantly, they shouldn't spend to long here...they should be getting home. They had things to do - she couldn't just be sitting around here drinking.

Ishia was silent as well, observing her friend as she placed her now empty mug on the table. The beast-kin kept up her normally languid expression as she did so. Miya was thinking hard about something, she could tell. Probably about this whole situation. Miya had a tendency not to know how to have fun at times, aside from fighting. As much as she liked that herself, Miya really did need more fun pastimes aside from that and the occasional midnight kinky fun times.

And as her friend, it was her duty to try and help her.

"Ishia...Where do you think you are touching?"

"Hmm...nice, firm, rather small but still-Blurff."

"Not in public you harlot!" Miya seethed.

"Whaaat? You just looked like you were over thinkin' this whole thing." The lizard chuckled, a red hand mark decorating the side of her face. "Relax Miya. You need to stop being so serious, heh." Miya simply glared silently at Ishia. "But eheh, you can hit me again if it'll make you feel better. In fact, feel free to hit me again whenever you want." Miya simply glowered, drinking the rest of her drink. No way she was going to help that lizard...er, do what she normally does. Still though...she couldn't say she was wrong. She was overthinking things perhaps a bit.

"Compliments of the bold lady over there."

The Oni blinked in surprised. Miya was not used to having people by drinks for her. Normally, she was the one doing that for drunk and slobby sitting across from her.

"Heh, seems like we're popular," Ishia chuckled, picking up the drink. "Up for a party of three?"

"...not happening."

"Heh, suit yourself. Thanks for the drink." She said, slowly sitting up with her usual relaxed form. Her tail brushed gently against Jameson's leg as she left with a suggestive grin, walking over to where Nariah was sitting.

"Thanks for the drink," She chuckled when she arrived. "Miya says hi too, she's just a bit...ornery sometimes." There was the sound of a mug slamming on the table as Miya got halfway out of her seat.

"I CAN HEAR YOU THANK YOU."

"Pretty odd place we've found ourselves in, eh?" She asked the warrior, taking a seat across from her, not making any sort of effort to hide her interest in the other.

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Miya meanwhile, only sighed and sat back down. Well, if Ishia wanted to attempt to sleep with everything in this bar, she wasn't going to stop her. She shook her head. She was right, really. She was overthinking things a bit, but well, she didn't have time to be sitting around in some unknown bar this far away from home. Sure she was a bandit, treasure hunter, and didn't typically have much in the way of 'pressing business' but...She reached for the drink, just noticing now that Jameson had decided to join the two of them...or her, now, rather.

"...Oh. Uh, hi. Sorry, didn't see you there."

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Hook, line, and sinker Nariah thought. The horned beauty swaggered over to her table, no effort at all hiding the lust in her eyes, and not much partnon Nariah's either, grinning ear to ear as the girl sat down. "Aye, not a problem there, lass!" Nariah chuckled. "Anything fer a lovely wench like ye. Indeed, a strange predicament we're in. Makes me think this whole thing was some crazy dream."

A half drunken, lurid grin, she admired the beauty with deep, languid eyes. "So tell me, lass, where do ye and yer pretty friend over there hail from? I bet every gal there is just as lovely as ye two."

Jameson was surprised by how they took the drinks down like they were just plain water, there's certainly more to these two than he thought. At least it was a sign that his drinks weren't half bad. Jameson flinched as he felt something brushing against his leg and realised that it was Ishia's tail, he looked at her and was greeted by a look that was quite familiar to him while passing through brothels in his travels. He shrugged it off with an innocent smile and rested his back on the chair, "Welcoming caves aren't exactly the most cozy" he thought to himself and chuckled.

He heard Miya talking to him and turned towards her, "Miya is it? Quite a friend you've got there. I'm Jameson, don't mean to be rude but I take it that you're both not human?"

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Jack groaned and stumbled through a portal. He had a cut directly above his left eye and a large gash on his forehead which he unsuccessfully tried to cover with the hood of his jacket. He sat down at the nearest table and took a roll of bandages. He wrapped it around his forehead and left eye. He raised his arm. "Could I get a bit of stew?" He unslung his quiver of arrows and leaned back in his chair.

@xChrome

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"Saika Miyano is my full name, But please, Miya will do fine." Her voice took a slightly strained sounding tone towards the end of the sentence, when she was asked a second question. Well, if the two small pointed horns on her forehead and by Ishia's tail and scales were anything to go by, they were definitely not. Not that it was particularly an issue...at least, it hadn't been in a while. Not since being exiled. She paused for a moment, trying to think of a way to approach this topic carefully and not work herself up too much over it. Taking another drink of what had been brought, she calmed herself.

"Yes...I am an Oni," The blue-clad warrior didn't elaborate much more on that. There wasn't any need to give him more than was needed. He could ask Ishia for a story any time. "And Ishia is a beast-kin. That is not going to be a problem, is it?" As she sat the mug back down on the table, her tone took a slightly darker one towards the end of the question as she awaited a reply. This wasn't the empire, so she didn't particularly expect to face racism here, but she couldn't be too careful.

~Ishia~

@Rusalka

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Wench, eh? It had been awhile since she had been called that. Not that she minded of course. No need to get angry at being called something that you were. And she was about as much of a wench as wenches come. More importantly, the ravishing, strong lady across from her just asked her a rather interesting question.

"Haa...Zin?" She slowly began, with a lazy sigh. Honestly, Ishia wanted to almost skip the small talk and get to the fun bits right there, but a little bit of foreplay never hurt. Besides, sharing a story with a pleasant and attractive stranger was always fun. Ishia leaned forward, resting her arms on the table with a chuckle. "Well, they certainly are pretty," Ishia started, dull blue eyes giving Nariah a half-lidded, lurid stare before continuing in a husky tone. "But heh, nothin' can compare to a Zin sunset during winter. With some Icefire Sake, a gentle snow and a cool breeze...haa, prettiest sight I ever saw." Off topic a bit? Definitely, but it was hard not to talk about things she had seen sometimes in her travels, and being slightly drunk and wanting to either ravish or be ravished by, the woman in front of her didn't make much of a difference.

"Except maybe the strong lookin' woman in front of me," She chuckled playfully. She downed the last of the drink that had been brought for her. "That brought me the best present since miss ornery over there cut me off...I could go for another one, heh." Well, if anything Ishia wasn't known for her subtlety. "Wanna buy me another?"

Quinton

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Before Quinton goes to the newcomer he taps Jameson on the shoulder to give his warning.

"A little warning before you do another rash thing. Never. Touch. Objects behind the bar without permission. There are other alcohols that seem familiar to whisky but are much stronger than your average drink. Therefore never do something like that again, otherwise I'll be forced to ask you to go attend another section of the Cafe far from the bar. I hope you all enjoy your time here and if you require aid, call for me."

Quinton says that last part to everyone as he does one last bow. The Butler goes over to the new archer person and bows. He leaves for a moment to go quickly prefer a warm and above average soup for him to eat. Swiftl bringing it back, he bows once more to place it down.

[color=lightsalmon]"Here you go sir, the name is Quinton. Welcome to the Cafe and I hope you enjoy your stay."

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Nariah took another swig of her mug, feeling quite a buzz off the honey and hard liquor. She couldn't keep her eyes off the lovely dame before her, a smarmy grin with cheeks blushing bright. Hell, if anything she was practically undressing Ishia with her lurid gaze. "Aye, a pretty sight indeed, lass!" She gave a hearty chuckle, blushing even more at the beauty charming her with that silver tongue. Imagine what other things it could do. "But ye haven't lived till ye've seen the sunset from Chillrend Peak in the far north! Now there's a sight! A roaring fire and warm honey mead under those big red skies! Aye...brings back memories."

Nariah sighed rather nostalgic, her smile faltering a bit before the lass asked for another round. Nariah perked up again in a roaring laugh, "Why sure, lass! Anything, for ye. However..." Her smirk turned quite suggestive to Ishia, gazing into those beautiful, shimmering eyes of hers, "I think yer lookin' fer more than a little whiskey hmm?" Nariah waggled her eyebrows scooting a little closer. This pretty sultry lass had her from the start.

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@Rusalka@cloudystar@Rune_Alchemist@DriveEMOut@xChromeSkylar once seeing that everyone had occupied themselves with drinks and talking climbs up onto a table. She blushes ferociously, not sure what to say. "So everybody! If you want some rest before we configure back the portals you can have one of our rooms for one night otherwise go and find your own rooms in Rheoden. Anyways, we should be able to configure the portals soon so please don't worry. Also if you would like some more training for whatever you are going back to face in your own dimensions I'll program the Activity Centre to a battleground for you soon and join in the training. A few quests are available so please check the notice board over there and you will get an extended stay here as a kind of thank you. If you do finish the quests you will get some money and a key to one of these rooms so you can pop in and stay for however long you would like. Now...Who would like to do what?" Skylar smiles a warm smile around the room at everyone.

@Rune_Alchemist@cloudystar@Rusalka

"an Oni huh... that's another name for demon amirite?" Jameson paused for a moment and realised that what he said could come off as rude, "Sorry that I had to put it so bluntly, but from where I'm from, demons usually drink blood and not beer. As long as you don't endanger any good folk around here, I'm totally fine with you being here, glad even that I can talk to one of such beauty." Jameson was intrigued by Miya, it was his first time seeing such a beautiful demon, more so one that's friendly to humans.

Jameson was cut off from his train of thought by a tap on the shoulder, he turned around to see Quinton giving him a lecture. "Sorry about that milord, I won't do that again, didn't know I would be exiled from your kingdom if I did that. But I'm guessing I'm hired though?" Soon after he replied, he heard Skylar talking and shifted his gaze towards her, the prospect of having a room to stay in forever piqued his interest. "How about we go take out that Gus fellow? Would be a good opportunity to bond, I'm sure Ishia would agree." he said to the band of strangers.

@ineffable
Jack had been reading his copy of his ancestor's handbook, so he quickly looked up. "I'd like to purchase a room. How much?" He had made quite a bit of money in the last month, and he had been in the wilderness with rabbits to feed him, so he hadn't needed to spend anything. If the price was too outrageous, he could probably stay at an a slightly shabbier inn in his world. Besides, his eye needed rest. Any rest. It would be a while until it was healed, after all, Big Wolves were bad business.

Ten hours Earlier...

Jack had been successful with his slaying of a giant. As advertised in his book, they weren't as huge. They were only twelve feet tall, but they were wide. Seriously, they had to have eaten like, sixty cows for breakfast. "Isn't that right, you blokes?" He turned around and walked away. As soon as he made the first step, he heard a low growl. He turned around, and a hulking brute of a wolf was standing on its hind legs. "Little pig, let me in..." It shrieked in its surprisingly high voice. Jack unsheathed his sword. "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin."

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@DriveEMOut@xChrome"Purchase a room?" Skylar's tone was incredulous when she heard the man ask how much a room here was. She shifted on the table."I'm afraid you might have to go on a quest, sir. That man over there, Jameson..."She points over to Jameson"Is probably planning on going to find Gus the Assassin but if you would like a more relaxed quest I suggest finding the cafe's old blueprints in the tallest skyscraper. However if you just would like a room, we can provide you one for one night or else you'll have to go find some other place to stay in. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, really."Skylar gets off of the table and moves over to Jack. When she got closer however she jerked away suddenly if by impulse. "Sir, I really do think that you might need something to help with your eye..."She starts mentally taking stock of all first aid materials and all the mysterious bottles behind the bar.

Jack cursed lightly when she noticed his eye, but it quickly turned to a bit of anger at her recoiling. "I'm fine, thank you." He slung his quiver over his shoulder. "Any quests where I kill a monster?" He counted his shillings, and he had enough to buy the mask he wanted. He could do it tomorrow. "So, any quest suggestions?" His blade was in its sheath, but it was a wicked, curved thing that could easily decapitate something. He got up, and he limped next to Skylar. "Just so you know, I want the most difficult one. You'd better deliver."
@ineffable

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@DriveEMOut"Monsters...I can program the Activity Centre to have some monsters if you would like, for training or else you can count in Gus as one of your monsters well. And really, your eye!" Skylar couldn't keep from blurting out the last part. She hated when she couldn't help anyone and Jack was no exception.