Redcovey

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Speed served her well, keeping her from straws' reach, but these things were not men. Their skin did not part like silk under a blade. Niccola found herself hacking as much as she was sidestepping. After a while, she gave up any pretense at art and simply brought her borrowed blade down on straw limbs with both hands. Strength had never been her strategy and the exertion showed as sweat beaded on her forehead. So intent was she on dismembering as many of the strange creatures as she could, she paid little heed to the sound of gunfire, a thing that under normal circumstances would have driven her to the ground as she was unused to such technology. She did not fail to notice the booming voice however.

Scuttling backward away from the last thing she had engaged, panting and sweating, she lowered her blade and watched the pair intently. Emotions flickered across her face. This was a child, she should help. Yet, perhaps the creature that held her knew a truth. Things here seemed not to be as they seemed, she thought. And so she waited, poised and watchful.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Providence! The delight is clear on her face. Her right hand wraps around the hilt, sliding it free of its temporary wooden sheath. Niccola hefts it a moment and then rolls her eye heavenward in silent thanks. The fact that she is half-dressed, bare foot, and bedraggled no longer seems to bother her as she trips forwards on light toes. Blade-dancer they called her once, and her body remembers.

The straw men are large. The straw men are strong. The straw men are made of a thing seemingly harder than flesh. But she is quick and not yet old. Long braid swinging behind her and limbs flashing, Niccola aims a slash at the closet creature, seeking to cut off a leg. Then perhaps an arm, she thinks. Dismembered, surely it would pose little threat. She sets to.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Her eyes flicker from from creature to creature as it becomes clear there will be a mess here. Slowly a smile forms on her thin face and her heart beats faster. Action! Her fingers twitch imperceptibly and she finds herself half off her stool before a wave of dismay washes over her. She isn't armed. Those twin poniards she had favored all those days ago were tangled amongst her leather belts and sheaths, lovingly oiled and hidden in the bottom of a trunk on the green shores of home. Bitterly, with a disgusted twist of her lips she slides herself back onto the stool. "Anyone spare a pigsticker then?" She asks no one in particular in a bright and hopeful tone.

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted, but all the ovens in the world cease working because of a sudden change in endothermics, therefore you are required to eat it raw.

I wish for lips that aren't chapped

The Surly Wench Inn

Tamarin unceremoniously sweeps up the coins, disappearing them into a pocket on her apron. She eyes the young women for a moment, the same measuring stare one sees on a dog that is deciding whether or not to bite. Some decision is reached in her mind and wordlessly a glass is plunked onto the bar top. 1 part vodka to two parts cranberry juice and Tamarin gestures at it. After a moment, she reaches into her apron and places one of the woman's coins back onto the bar. "It's gutrot, to be honest"

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

No longer dripping, but still very self-conscious in her half-dressed state, Niccola made her way towards the bar, eyes downcast and a furious blush on her cheeks. She is vaguely aware of the many goings on around her; other patrons seem very engrossed in their conversations, some very serious. There is not as much frivolity as she normally expected at taverns, but then the whole situation was unexpected at best. Unceremoniously, she plunked her skinny self down on a stool. Raising one finger, she cleared her throat slightly and sought to catch the eye of the barkeep.

The urgent need for intoxication left her though, as the noises in the tavern registered. Slowly she turns in her seat and glances around. Clearly something is happening, though she in unsure exactly of what. As the shadows begin to change, Niccola can only goggle. This whole series of events has become too much for her to rationally process and instead she simply decides to withhold judgement until later. Once that conclusion is reached, she inhales and then a soft sigh escapes her thin lips in the form of a thick Irish brogue, "Oh, hell"

Grumpy Spirits and you.

I'm okay with a group as well. Just give me a few more details about the setting, mostly the where and when and I can get a character up and running. Also, just some forewarning, I can post maybe four or five days a week. Several posts a night, but I won't be able to check in every day.

Grumpy Spirits and you.

This concept intrigues me. And the potential for humor makes me giddy. I'm down, if you'll have me. Tell me more.

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted, but the number of wildebeest is so exponential, that the reserves they live on have taken up so much space that all humans must live in high rise megacities in apartments the size of shoeboxes.

I wish it were always mid-spring.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Niccola stands in the entrance of the tavern, dripping and befuddled, the confusion clearly evident on her features. A moment before she had been at the bottom of the pond, attempting to retrieve the hatchet that she had tossed into the water in a fit of pique and now she shifts from foot to foot in nothing but her wet shift and soaking braid, a puddle forming around her bare feet. She remembers a light through the gloom of the peaty water and now she is here. She ponders this a moment longer, before shrugging and making her way towards the crackling fire. After all, there are more things in heaven and earth and she is wet and cold. So now instead of standing on the doorstep wet and confused, she stands in front of the fire wet and confused, hands outstretched towards the inviting flames as she casts surreptitious glances around her.