[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Updates[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1] [b][color=6ecff6]Season:[/color][/b] Late Fall/Early Winter [b][color=6ecff6]Time Of Day:[/color][/b] Early Evening [b][color=6ecff6]Weather:[/color][/b] The air is cool outside but the stench from the Kraken being released from the caves known as Keystones Arse still lingers in the air. [b][color=6ecff6]General Ambiance:[/color][/b] Most of the townsfolk are utterly disgusted and gagging while a few are searching for the one who caused the stench; wishing for him to teach them how to drive away the hoards of Orcs with such an arseblast. [b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color][/b] Hamlet of Salarn in the region of Gorlf just south of the Orc Settlement of Yzewz [b][color=6ecff6]Setting:[/color][/b] Within and Outsite the Crossed Swords Tavern – depending on if you chose to make your “constitution check” :P [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]GM Controlled NPC [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [center]~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~[/center] “Then you waltz your volatile rear-end into my kitchen and get to work if you wish to stay here another evening,” Femnal chirped before letting out a rather dry cough that sounded a bit like a dog trying to hack up a bone or a cat horking up a hair ball with no success. Either way, he was trying not to lose his dinner and ale all over his bar top; aerosoled butt sewage was bad enough, he didn’t want to mix it with the remnants of goat stew and hard cheese. “After that, if you wish work, speak with Cremwise…. I think he ran outside with the rest of me patrons!” Femnal added before he went to work on opening every window in the place and prayed that rain would not come that evening. Cremwise had wandered outside with the rest and was listening to what the two had to say, nodding occasionally. “No, it’s not but I think if I could gather five or six of you people to come with me they would at least think twice. I have supplies that need to be moved but with the attacks recently, I can’t risk just taking my merchandise alone through the territory and there are no militia left to spare,” Cremwise said as he crossed his arms over his chest. Stepping over towards Thelin, Femnal gagged again before shoving his face outside of the window and breathing deeply. Big mistake. Big, huge! The air just outside the tavern was not much better than the air within and with such a deep breath the poor man finally failed to hold onto what ever constitution he had left within him. It started in low and then it started to grow. The rumbling in his tummy; the burning churning bubbling brew within his gullet finally could no longer be held back and the dam of will power gave up. Femnal lost it all. It started with this contorted look on his features, as if he was pondering the vastness of what the answer to life the universe and everything was and couldn’t understand the conclusion that it was indeed forty-two. Then he began grousing, which quickly turned into a scream; not just any scream, the scream of a man who was in the middle of death thralls. His face turned beet red, crimson and bulging. [i]”Don’t let it go man,’[/i] he told himself but it was of no use. He tried beating on his chest like a deranged beast, Crewise rushing over to his old friend and from the other side of the window, grabbed his shoulders; trying to shake some sense into him. He didn’t know what was wrong with Femnal but he learned quickly that he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Being in front of Femnal right then was the worst place to be. The little man went silent for all of a second, locking eyes with the merchant; a look passing through them as if to say, [i]”I’m sorry for what is about to happen,”[/i] Femnals mouth opened and he horfed right into Cremwises face. The entire scene seemed to happen in slow motion. Cremwises grip on Femnals shoulders tightened uncontrollably and completely against his will. This was no small amout of spittle, this was a full emptying of stomach contents in one angry rush, Hurlacane Femnal hit category five. Remember being at the beach and seeing the waves crashing in to the cliffs and pushing through a small cave opening only to erupt on the other side? It was like that, only chunky. Cremwise couldn’t move, he just held on for dear life as Femnals head began to whip around like a psychotic cobra. Cremwise tried to jerk his head to the side to keep the contents from going into his mouth. Femnal had never horfed like this and his eyes widened, as if trying to look away and study it at the same time as it continued to pour from his face portal. He had turned into Pukezilla, possessed by the continuous flow, his head nearly spinning off. The vomit volcano in which he had turned into needed a priest, an exorcism seemed to be needed as his head continued to whip this way and that. Cremwise finally managed to spin his old friend around and away from him but it was too late. He was covered in alabaster chum, trails of it over the front of the tavern, the window sill and now within. As quickly as it started, it stopped and Femnal collapsed on the floor. Drenched in sweat and other body fluids as he leaned back against the wall, trying desperately not to take in another deep breath. Had he, it wouldn’t have mattered. He had horfed so completely anything he had eaten as a toddler was now on the floor and him and Cremwise and anyone else within ten feet. “So that’s what it feels like to die,” Femnal said in a weakened state, Cremwise just standing there outside of the window and peering down at him, drips of vomit falling onto the tavern owns head. “I think I would prefer battling Orcs….” Cremwise muttered as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief; trying desperately to whip away the half disgested stew and cheese from his face. [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=a187be][center]Kyra Altham[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Inside the Crossed Swords Tavern [b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Keystone [/center] [center]~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~[/center] Kyra reached into her bag and pulled out some dried flowers, crushing them in the palm of her hand before cupping them and placing them under her nose; inhaling deeply. The mix of lavender and rose was not enough to get rid of the smell that lingered in the air but it was enough to let her regain her composure. Keeping one hand cupped before her face she rose and slung her pack over her shoulder. She would much rather sleep in a tree this evening than here and she was cursing herself for eating now. An empty stomach was easier to deal with than a full one dealing with ass fog. Her head cocked to the side and her eyes widened as Femnal screamed, where they under attack? She hoped so, a battle outdoors was much more pleasant than the current situation but her hopes were quickly dashed as Femnal vomited. She wasn’t sure what to think but she had a good clue to what the cause was and quickly stepped back and over towards Keystone, slapping him hard against the shoulder and pointing towards Femnal. [color=a187be]”See what you have caused with that disastrous release of yours? Be glad this place is magically illuminated by heatless candles or you may have started a chain reaction that could have sent this entire building sky high,” [/color] she snapped as she continued to hold the crushed flowers against her nose.