[IC] TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

[Snarfulblast]

@Dark Light"And as the light banishes the dark in front of it shadows are formed behind it." Snarf looks over at the kid,"Light and Dark must be balanced so even if light destroyed all dark in it's path shadows would form in the ruins left behind."

[SkeletonShadow]

Willow sits quietly, though she couldn't help comparing what they were saying to her own life. Being able to take light away or increase it. She couldn't help wondering if she herself left ruins behind her as she went. Shaking her head slightly, she took sips at her coffee, looking at the black surface.

[Dark Light]

@Snarfulblast "It doesn't leave shadows you big fool! Do you think the monsters of the deep and the mindless blood thirsty undead care for your balance.
No you stumpy dwarf... Light cannot be everywhere and touch everything. Darkness will cower in fear when it passes but what a beautiful world we would live in if people like you would stop obscuring the path of justice and creating 'shadows'..."
The young boy looks very unimpressed.

[Snarfulblast]

@Dark LightOOC:I think you mean Dwarf.

"Lad everything revolves around the balance of light and dark. Why do you think that when armies of dark appear powerful Heroes appears to stop them." Snarf slams his fist into the bar."And dark armies only appear when the light grows to strong, no matter how you view it there is a balance."

[Dark Light]

@Snarfulblast[fixed]

Arlen rolls his eyes.

"Yea well one day I'll change all that, you can sit back here in your little bar and wait until they have amassed and many innocent people have died in cold blood and their families have been shattered and torn apart!"

His voice now raised, sings with a string of pain as he pushes the strained words out. His inner glow darkens more and more with each word.

"You can wait for that day and hope some hero will put an end to it! But that is not balance, that is failure, and you accept it as the norm! I will not wait for that day! I will not let it happen again! I will put an end to it for good!"

Swept up on a sudden wave of emotion he kicks over the table before him letting crash heavily on the floor before he storms outside.
Forgetting the skull rolling across the floor.

[Snarfulblast]

@Dark Light"OY YE LEFT YER SKULL IN HERE." Snarf yells at the kid."Stupid fool, ye can't change the nature of the universe." He mumbles to himself.

[Billsomething]

@Snarfulblast "Hesh still ah Child Bahkeep uf cuurse hesh nut guing understahnd thehesh surts uf thsings hesh still seesh everehthsings insh blhak ahands whitesh" Andre told the barkeep while looking at the door where the kid left thorugh

[Snarfulblast]

@Billsomething"Aye yer right I cannae be mad at him fer that. It's like ye said he's still a kid, but with the way he's going he'll end up learning that the hard way or die trying." Snarf gets down a couple of mugs and fills them with mead. He hands one of the two mugs to Andre,"Here ye go mate, it's on the house."

[tigerchuffs]

Location: Outside...

Paisley made a loud entrance in the color of red, swallowed in the comfort of warm fur. She set a suitcase down before long coat was shrugged off of shoulders, showing her fair visage fully. The woman dabbed a kerchief against the corner of a lip, her transport ambled off as the tavern door swung open. Artfully, she moved to the side, allowing @Dark Light Arlen to pass. Pale eyes dredged along what he wore, how tightly his lips curled with disappointment, anger. Strawberry blonde hair was tucked behind an ear, dress gathered at the front with a sweep of thin, pianist fingers.

It was then that she chose, instead of the bar that she'd speak to him. She spoke in formal manner, like a silent morning in winter, "I've heard nothing of this bar's reputation..." A hand was brought up, a card extended with her name upon it. "But from your countenance I've something to suspect about it." Paisley trailed, tapping along her jaw. "Would you care to tell me what bothers you, so I may decide whether I should come in or look elsewhere?"

And the world grew silent around them. No bugs, birds or animals left to chirp or bay. Not even a breeze through the trees could be heard. Strange.

[Billsomething]

@Snarfulblast "Thsanks" he says as grabs on of the mugs and downing it contents

[Dark Light]

@tigerchuffs& Arlen
[Outside]

Arlen was grumpily scraping his feet across the dirt floor when he heard a voice amongst an eerie silence. Startled he stumbles as he looks up from the ground, wide green eyes sparkling with surprise fall upon the lady before him.
As he takes in her appearance and physique he noticeably relaxes with a sigh.
A wide greeting smile spreads across his face and he slightly blushes and awkwardly scratches the back of his head.

"Oh, uh, hi there!"

He struggles to find words in which to reply for a moment and his aggression and annoyance sweep away from him in this time.

"Oh it's not a bad place, they just a little too friendly in there."
He pauses with a chuckle after realising what he said.
"What I mean is be careful of the other people they let in there! I think one is a zombie or something..."

His brows furrow lightly as thoughts race through his mind.

"Oh but it's alright my lady" he says with a fancy little bow, his messy brown hair falling over his face. "Arlen here, young adventurer extraordinaire, defender of the weak and slayer of undead." He boast ever so proudly. "Ma'm I'll escort you in there if you have business?"

His curious eyes eagerly await a reply.

[SkeletonShadow]

Willow slowly sets down her coffee and walks over to the overturned table, setting it right again. She picked up the skull and set it down on the table with care along with a new set of roll-ups, just in case. She returned to her table and drank her coffee again. She leaned over the table and played with tiny people. It looked like they were jousting. A little purple man sat upon a pink horse with a long yellow jousting stick. On the other side of a little brown fence, was a blue man upon a red horse with a black jousting stick. The horses shifted in anticipation until both of them exploded with action, charging down along the fence until they met each other.
They both passed in an cloud of color. At first they both seemed to have missed until the little blue man fell over, a yellow speckle in it's chest. Willow continued to joust little men of different colors against each other.

[tigerchuffs]

With Arlen, outside... @Dark Light

Even the scrapes along the dirt soon silenced. She drew the sound away from them somehow making his focus... effectively singular. In Paisley's many years of life, she had used this tactic in a multitude of ways. Through business, fights and the ever-exciting escape. It was an incredible, noticed, but untraceable feat.

A smile spread while he composed himself, hands folded neatly before her lap to play with the rest of that long, pale fur coat.

The fancy bow was met with a curtsy. "My name is Paisley. I've been travelling for a very long time."

She moved forward, placing herself a breath away from him. Her eyes met his own with a burning secret but it passed as intrigue. "Oh, an extinguisher of the damned. You must have the most interesting tale of betrayal and hatred." Perhaps he'd change his tune, getting to know her without bias. She was excellent at keeping secrets. "Perhaps I'll be lucky enough to hear it, someday."

Buried in the fur it went without notice: Her left thumbnail grew sharp and long. Though she'd just fed the urge, the hunger never truly went away. She brought her other hand up to hide a wider, toothy smile. No fangs here, folks. "A zombie? I wonder if her appetite is for the human mind or something else. Have you considered asking?" Perhaps the poor dear was starving herself, trying to find a place where she might belong.

"If you wouldn't mind carrying my suitcase," Paisley smiled again, shrugging a shoulder playfully. Her right arm swept out, the hint of a tattoo upon her shoulder shone through that dense fur coat. She offered herself to him politely, giving the green light to lead her inside.

[Dark Light]

@tigerchuffs
[outside]

"It, it doesn't matter." Arlen finds himself stuttering in reply as his attention is drawn into the ladies eyes. "She is no longer of this world, an unnatural abomination." He firmly declares.

It took him a moment to realise she was handing him her luggage and he quickly snaps it up, business card still in hand, when he does.
"Of course Paisley!" His voice eager for her approval.
"Right this way!"

As he leads he towards the tavern he speaks.
"Ahh never mind about my stories, there was this one vamp that nearly had me! Took his eye right out his head!.. Oh but I mean where have you traveled from?"

The excitement of his story nearly brought him to his usual full attention but the deceptive allure of the lady was too strong, even for his erratic concentration and short attention span. He fell easily victim to her ploy. Partially mesmerised he leads on in a slightly dazed state.

[tigerchuffs]

With Arlen @Dark Light , in the Tavern

"She might be the one to save your life, some day," Paisley said with a cryptic smile. Lilith @CandiBarr would be the first of few to be able to notice her lack of circulation. There was a thrum of life in others that was absent in the undead. It was how they congregated and created a symbiotic 'we eat people' lifestyle. "I only hope that there is some mercy when it comes to your blade or gun..."

The door was opened by a daintier hand than the one that left. He'd slammed it open and shut, where her entrance was moth soft. The glow of the establishment brought a fire to her complexion compared to the cool atmosphere outside. She knew her nose was cold, but it was always chilly. "Oh, a vampire. How chilling! She played along, unflinching to the idea of having an eye pulled out. Things didn't hurt the way they used to. Moreover, small things healed. Small things grew back.

The woman in red quickly let sound surround them again. If he'd been fast enough, Arlen might have noticed that the customers within the building's mouths had been moving but there hadn't been any sound. This power was not one to label her among her kind. There were many abilities and professions which gathered around them. "Would you retrieve a glass water for me? I am absolutely parched."

Finally, her attention turned to the small group. @SkeletonShadow Willow was regarded politely, a quick sweep of eyes up and down to gather appearance. She seemed busy with some sort of enchantment, tiny figures doing her bidding in medieval fashion. @Billsomething Andre, she took time to inspect. Her own head canted to the side, blonde hair cast over a shoulder, a curious, 'know-it-all' glimmer captured light green eyes.

@CandiBarr Lilith was missed, not only out of her range of sight, no pulse left to draw attention. She'd contact her eventually. Perhaps they might form some kinship, much to Arlen's dismay. Lastly the dwarf @Snarfulblast was paid mind, serving mead to the other gentleman. She did not speak but instead curtsied to the crowd, shrugging the long fur coat off and over her arm.

"Who might I speak to, to find a room to spend the night?" Her attention was to Arlen again, her eyes searching his own.

[Dark Light]

"Mercy would be to end her as soon as possible." Arlen says softly, his view and opinion unwavering.

Without reply Arlen darts across the room collecting 'Rinn' the named skull and fetching a glass of water.
As he returns with a playful step in his stride, balancing the water carefully, he shrugs while handing it over.

"Maybe the barman, I don't stay here."

He quickly leans to the side to check on Lilith.

[Billsomething]

@Snarfulblast Suddenly tavern door was kicked in by a well-dressed humanoid with a antelope skull for a head and bass guitar strapped to his back "Mr.devil is in th' hoose bitches!!!" he called from the door with quick look around he saw a dwarf tending bar "Oy midgit poor me some ale will ye" he said as he walked towards the counter "Ah need somethin' tae quench mah thirst afair mah gig start"

[SkeletonShadow]

Willow eventually notices the two had entered the tavern. The jousting match quickly disappeared and she got up, leaving her drink where it was. She walked over to the two, "Hello, I'm sorry I didn't notice you before," she said with an apologetic smile, "Is there anything I can get for you?" @tigerchuffs @Dark Light

[Dark Light]

Dorian

[Upstairs]

A ghostly sound rings throughout the tavern, the slow heavy cry of large old creaking doors echoed from upstairs. Dismissed by regular patrons and staff it was followed by the expected tapping of fancy shoes amidst a confident purposeful stride.

From above, an intense gaze sweeps over the patrons of the tavern below. Piercing brown eyes gathering up information.
Leaning upon the railing with one hand, Dorian proudly stands, posture perfect, dressed in the finest elegant dark suit perfectly fitted and styled.

His lips are ever so softly stained with a hint of red and life from the undoubtably rare exquisite wine that swirled the edges of the clear crystal glass in his free hand.

His presence held with it an air of regal importance and sophisticated mannerism, his charming face almost expressionless except for the slightest signs of a pleasant approving smile.

[Snarfulblast]

@Billsomething"Aye lad what kind of ale would ye like we have many kinds." Snarf pulls out a large variety of ales from Dwarven to Orcish all of them lined up perfectly on the bar.

"Well, well, well, yet another cold one enters this tavern." Imorteth thinks to himself, today had been an odd one for him. He gets up motioning to his guards to stay where they are he walks over to the finely dressed [e-mail] offers her his cold metallic skeletal hand,"Hello my name is Imorteth. What is yours?"