[IC] It's Time For An Adventure!!!!

[Kronshi]

The adventure begins in the small town of Ravenwood, they have a tavern, a small militia, a blacksmith's shop, and an inn. Why are you here? Where are you headed? What do you plan on accomplishing. All this will be answered, but for now an adventure is about to begin.

Ashadon walks into the tavern and sits down to listen to the local bard play, it had been a long day of slaying goblins and kobolds. It was nice to relax for once and who knows what interesting people might show up in this town.

[Maxwell57]

Zargo sat by the fire tearing apart a roast capon as grease dribbled down his chin. He had made the long journey through the mountains and found the inn a welcome sight from the long months spent on his journey. The mead was thick and black the rooms cheap and the meat hot what more could an orc ask for. He stopped gnawing on a bone to take a sip of the black bear as a stranger entered the tavern.

[Draconfound]

The aforementioned bard went by the name of Renria, and she was known to often drop by unexpected in this inn and sing of her exploits, seeking coin. At the moment she was singing the tale of "Renria the Halfling versus the Thousand Giants" a gripping saga starring herself, of course, and telling of the time that she defeated 1000 giants with nothing but a loaf of bread. Maybe it was a bit of an exaggeration, and there were only 10 of them, and they were dogs, not giants, but nobody here needed to know that.

[Nerevarine]

Alessandra wandered into the Tavern, an antisocial scowl on her face as usual. It was only a few months ago that the Alchemist had relocated here, far away from the prying eyes of the common city dwellers, and the schemes and science thieves of the local alchemist guilds. Life was good, the town was small enough where she could retreat far from the town but not far enough where she would need to travel far to get back for supplies. She tried to ignore the cacophonous sounds of tavern activities, all she needed as a strong wine to distill into Ethanol. If she was lucky, she could just get it and leave, but something about today made her feel like it wasn't going to be that easy.

[MonsieurShade]

Jacque sits in a stool at the tavern bar facing backwards rather than to the bar itself. There is a deep scowl on his scarred face. He'd slept very little the night before and his head is pounding like a drum. The dhampir continuously balls and relaxes his calloused fists as he surveys the crowd of people for someone that might be in need of his services.

[Kronshi]

Zargo: the meat cost 5 gold, the beer 2, and the room 10, costing 17 in total leaving you with 13 gold pieces

Alessandra: the wine would have cost you 4 gold but a guy at the bar thought you were cute and bought it for you, advantage of being a woman back in these times

Renria: The amazing tale of a trickster fighting 10 chihuahuas earned you 10 gold, putting you at 170 gold, and they ask for another

[Nerevarine]

Alessandra gave a small smile as she was handed the bottle, and gave a small nod towards the man who bought it for her. As she was about to make her way back to her lab, she couldn't help but take notice of the bard playing her tunes. A bit of music wouldn't kill her, and it was going to be a long, tense process to separate the alcohol from the wine she supposed. A litte relaxation would be good for her, so Alessandra made her way to sit and listen to the bard's songs.

[MonsieurShade]

Jacque winces at the requests for more songs by the patrons of the tavern, but realizing that the bard is being paid for her services, sees an opportunity for another job. He removes himself from his seat and saunters over to the bard, "Play somethin' a bit more soothin' will ya?" he states before producing five gold coins from his vest pocket. He intends to ask Renria if she's a frequent traveler and in need of a guard for her travels, but for now he's just hoping that more gentle music will soothe his headache.

[NubianLegend]

While all the festivities was taking place within the tavern. A lone man dressed in cloak and hood appareal entered the tavern where the group had been thusly assembled, setting aside something wrapped in cloth as he took a seat along the bar's perimeters. The local thief seemed to eye the man's weighty package, whatever it may have been.

[xXSINXx]

Suddenly the air in the tavern grew cold, almost death like, the Eerie aura grew stronger as Raven closed in on the tavern. As the necromancer walked in the door, the eerie aura was at its peak, meaning she was the source of the deathly embrace.

[Draconfound]

Seeing the flash of coin, Renria is quick to accept the stranger's request. She begins to sing a traditional halfling lullaby, the most soothing song she knows. The lulling song tells of a great boat in the sky, ferrying all good halfling children to the dreams that await them.

[MonsieurShade]

Jacque shoots the new comer a look as he feels the strange coldness about the room intensify with her arrival. He does not know this woman, nor does he particularly care about the feeling she gives off. All that matters to Jacque is whether or not she'll cause him trouble or present an opportunity to acquire a job. He tosses the five coins in his hand to Renria and sits back to let the music do its work, all the while keeping Raven in the corner of his eye.

[xXSINXx]

Raven sat in her dark comer quietly, she then pulled out a black book with ancient writing on is and she began studying it. This book seems to be over hundreds of years old and the symbol one the book resembled the symbol of Necromancy with a bit of a change. The book was indeed the Necronomicon, it just wasn't written in plain English.

[Kronshi]

Jacque: 5 gold spent
Renria: 5 gold received
Raven: sudden appearance of magic book, 20 gold spent on it
Kienan: I'm not sure what is in that mysterious package but it's costing you 30 gold (for now, if it is of little value then I will refund you)

[MonsieurShade]

Jacque sighs in mild content as he feels the pain in his skull lessen from the music. The dhampir notices the book in Raven's hands, however while he's (barely) capable of reading he's not too fond of it and ignored the book for now. Jacque returns his attention to Renria and leans forward, "Say, halfling, you bard sorts travel a good deal right? Must be pretty dangerous movin' about like that. You wouldn't happen t'be in need of a body guard, would ya?".

[xXSINXx]

Raven quietly took a seat in the darkest spot she could find, she then opened her black book and began studying it. Mesmerizing the circles that she can use to trap victims . She brushed her hair out of her face and continued reading.

[Kronshi]

Ashadon, noticing the necromancer, gets up and sits beside her as she flips through her book, "What you got there?"

[Maxwell57]

Zargo stands and exits the inn to relieve him self once returning he sits back near the fire to help fight the sudden chill. His thoughts cloudy from the drink he takes note of a few strange new comer curious as to what they might offer in terms of a challenge should things go wrong.

[Nerevarine]

Alessandra had taken notice of the cold chill in the inn. Undoubtedly magical, and also obviously from the woman who just so happened to enter at the time it showed up. Alessandra excused herself from the bard song, and walked after the Necromancer, keeping her distance but placing herself in a position to get a glance at her tome. Perhaps without being notice, but even if she was it mattered not, she was more interested in the book and its owner than trying to be secretive

[Draconfound]

Renria stopped her singing to answer the man. He had paid for this song anyways, so it was his loss.
"M'not a bard. Least not by trade. I've been singin' my whole life, thought I might as well make a profit while here. Renria's the name, and I'm a Trickster. Adventurers in this area tend to hire me as a guide, I know it well and possess many skills to get them where they need."
She considered for a moment offering her hand for a handshake, then neglected. That was an honor she reserved for her clients, and the taller races tended to neglect her niceties anyway.