[center][b]*The night before the Guild opening*[/b][/center]
[center][@Zelosse][/center]
The docks of Rothenburg were kept lit in the night by the glow of taverns and whore-houses still bustling with life, as sailors staying in the city over night filled the bars and beds of taverns up and down the dock. The beach under the docks expanded into the retreat of the waves. The Trieste sea a black abyss in the midnight sky, blended into the nights horizon. A woman emerged from "The Wigglin Wendigo" one of the many establishments scattered across the docks. As she stumbled out into the darkness, the wine in her stomach sloshing around, she felt vomit build up in the back of her throat. She managed to make it to the edge of the boardwalk, just sticking her head over the edge in time before she unleashed an unholy barrage of hot human sewage on the beach below. Taking a moment to recover, she wiped her chin and fixed her hair, when out of the corner of her eye she noticed movement down on the beach. 
"Hel..." she began to speak but was cut off by another round of vomit. 

[i]In the shadows of the boardwalk, it watched her, its long snake like tongue flickering in excitement. The creature had learned to associate the wretched smell of alcohol and bile with an easy prey. It crept underneath the docks, camoflogued by sand and shadows, and making sure to keep itself hidden from the moonlight. As it approached closer it watched its prey spew the contents of it's stomach out, landing only inches from its the creatures face now.[/i]

The young woman wiped her chin again and stood straight. She began to tie her long blonde hair up into a bun when something grabbed her ankles and pulled her feet out from underneath her. Falling backwards and slamming into the ground, she felt the warm trickle of blood down the back of her head, her hair unable to absorb it all as it poured from the gaping wound. Barely conscious she let out a faint scream and began to struggle against her scaly captor. She bit down hard into the creature's flesh, tasting a mix of salt and blood she scream again, this time only to be cut off by a quick blow to the head, knocking her unconscious.

[i]Grabbing its prey by the ankles and quickly pulling her feet out from underneath her, causing her head to slam into the wooden walk way with a viscous thump. The creature became excited by the smell of her blood as it poured from the wound, leaving a trail as the creature pulled her body off of the boarwalk. Tossing the smooth skinned prey over its shoulder, the creature became angered when it felt the sting of the it's captive biting into its back. The creature quickly struck her head in the already open wound. The creature felt it's food go limp and began making its way down the beach, heading back for the water. [/i]