[color=bdbdbd][table][row][/row] [row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]| |[/color][img]https://i.imgur.com/2CaVmID.jpg[/img] [color=2e2c2c]...............[/color][/cell] [cell] [color=2e2c2c]| |[color=2e2c2c]| |[/color][/color][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5095060][color=dba901]F A L L I N G M I S T[/color][/url] [color=dba901][sup][sub]L E V E L :[/sub][/sup][/color] 1 [color=dba901][sup][sub]R A C E :[/sub][/sup][/color] Tabaxi [color=dba901][sup][sub]C L A S S :[/sub][/sup][/color] Rogue [color=dba901][sup][sub]S T A T U S :[/sub][/sup][/color] [color=dba901][sup][sub]E Q U I P P E D :[/sub][/sup][/color] 0 [sub][sup][color=EB891B]cp[/color][/sup][/sub] 0 [sub][sup][color=C9C9C9]sp[/color][/sup][/sub] 10 [sub][sup][color=F7AB12]gp[/color][/sup][/sub] 0 [sub][sup][color=E6E6E6]pp[/color][/sup][/sub] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/campaigns/721][sub][sup]D I C E R O L L S[/sup][/sub][/url][/cell] [/row][/table][hr][center][color=ffffff]Y A W N I N G P O R T A L[/color] [@Idea][/center][hr][/color] [color=bdbdbd][color=E9C960]"Aaaah yeeess. 'Twould seem Lady Luck has chosen to grace me toniiiight."[/color] A long, sharp talon dug itself into the wood of the table, trapping a gold piece underneath and began dragging the thing back with it. The coin tumbled along gently, glinting candlelight and throwing bits of 'fire' into the air. A spark caught the Tabaxi in the gold of it's eyesilluminating the hunger set deep within. [color=E9C960]"Thank yooou."[/color] It cooed, it's voice rolling smooth. Like that of pebbles tumbling over and over each other. A deep, unsettling and yet comforting sound that bounced gently on the ambiance of the tavern all around them. It cut through the noise without being overbearing... and it [i]was[/i] loud inside. It was always loud. The last few days at the Yawning Portal felt exactly the same... save for the faces. Men and women came and went for every and all reasons. Merchants seeking to spend a bit of their fortune. Sell swords looking to find their fortune... or looking for trouble. The gambler looking to make a quick bit of coin. The vagrant looking for a soft bed for the night. The lonely soul looking for an ear or a tankard with which to swill their sorrows away. There was no shortage of Ale thanks to Durnan. No shortage of stories thanks to the bard... or 'Threestrings' as he liked to call himself. Silvermane provided information, Yagra usually a good show, the one dressed in white was avoided and Bonnie... well the women he [i]could[/i] bed were fine. The men on the other hand were all the same. Dirty. Drunk. Dumb. Too quick with the tongue and not quick enough on the draw. The one sitting across from him was no exception and his next move made all the more obvious because of it. The Tabaxi had been ready long before any move was made. His feline eyes twitched knowingly, vigilant as they were and had remained since their meeting. The air, thick with the smell of fire and sweat and spilt ale seemed stifling in his space. Translucent beads were forming across his brow and with every hand drawn, he would visibly fidget, this fidgeting only getting worse the more hands were played. When the last cards were dealt and the resulting hands ended in his loss of coin, the man froze altogether. Mist didn't have to wait long until, as he pulled the gold piece toward him, the steel tip of a dagger buried itself into the wood with the edge of the blade less than an inch from his hand. [color=ffffff]"Thief."[/color] Mist fought the urge to roll his eyes. It was an expected reply, but still wrong. [color=E9C960]"Tabaaaxiiii."[/color] He corrected. [color=ffffff]"Double or nothing."[/color] He cocked an eyebrow. The glint in his eyes flared and an approving smile spread across his lips, pulling his whiskers back. Ignoring the blade, he plucked the coin off the table, flipped his hand over and let the gold piece slide into the middle of his palm before closing it into a fist. He opened it again only a moment later, this time with the palm facing the man in front of him revealing the gold piece had disappeared. Flipping his hand yet again, two gold pieces were now wedged between the index, middle and ring finger. [color=E9C960]"Double oooor... nothiing."[/color] He repeated before dropping both coins on the table. [center][color=ffffff]"Ya pig! Like killin' me mates, does ya?"[/color][/center] All eyes shot toward the source of the voice. All eyes but his. Mist took the opportunity to swipe another card from the deck before following everyone's gaze. There, screaming at some man three quarters her size was Yagra, the only seven foot tall, grey skinned half-orc who could throw her voice around like that... among other things she could throw. A good punch was one on a long list and whoever was antagonizing her would no doubt be the recipient of one such- And then they punched [i]her[/i]. As a circle of overly interested men and women began crowding around, Mist quickly pocketed the two coins he was going to wager and excused himself. [color=E9C960]"Looksss like our game will have to wait."[/color] He said, pushing back the chair as he found his feet. [color=E9C960]"Better luck next time, frrriend."[/color] [color=ffffff]"Wait cat! I said doub-"[/color] But Mist had already stepped away before he could finish, his red cloak slipping into the crowd the last thing the man would see. Nimble feet guided him through the densest gathering of onlookers and toward a quieter corner of the tavern. Here he could keep a better eye on hands as they were oft to wander during such commotion, his being no exception, and given his height, he could just see over the tops of everyone's heads and still catch the fight. It was five to one with the odds seemingly stacked against the half-orc. More surprisingly, the offending male was [i]actually[/i] trying to hurt her. [color=E9C960]"...Wooow."[/color] He said to no one, genuinely impressed. It was one thing to start a fight in a tavern but to start one with [i]her[/i] of all people. [center][color=E9C960][i]...Why?...[/i][/color][/center] Maybe it was the ale. Maybe it was an arm wrestle he lost. Maybe it was the four other guys he'd brought along. Whatever the reason, his intent now was malice and it seemed Yagra might actually be in a bit of trouble. Sure she could throw a good punch but [i]a[/i] punch was all she could throw. She was facing down five. [center][color=ffffff]"I don't know what the trouble is, but perhaps we can solve this peacefully."[/color][/center] A man called out toward the group of five and stood behind Yagra. [center][color=E9C960][i]...And whooo might you bee-[/i][/color][/center] His thought was cut short as a flitter of movement caught the corner of his eye. His hand instinctively fell on the hilt of his dagger, ready to stab an offending hand should it try to slither into a pouch or two, but as he turned to look, his eyes fell on a woman. With a simple finger point, a candle at an empty table was snuffed out and she quickly dove underneath just as a flicker of green winked at him. His feline eyes cut through the shadows to find her now crouched in her dark hideaway and moving a chair... all of the chairs between herself and the commotion before mouthing something into her pack. Yagra's shows of strength, whether by fair game or fist fight, was a story as common as the fly buzzing around the drunkard doubled over in the opposite corner of the tavern. [i]This[/i] one was different. [center][color=E9C960][i]...Heeeelloo...[/i][/color][/center] Silently, without drawing too much attention to himself, he made his way over until he was close enough tha she would be able to hear him and then made his presence known. He bent over, ensuring he could see her and her him. All of him. A golden eyed Tabaxi with grey fur and black marks lining his brow and the edges of his eyes. Marks that drew stripes across his forehead that disappeared over his crown, while others met behind his ears. Whiskers blended in with the thicker fur that fell from his cheek and chin into a braid. Tied under this and around his neck was his red cloak, the hood bundled behind his shoulder blades and the rest falling down his back and hanging to within an inch of the floor. Part of it fell across his chest, half covering the leather armor that was strapped securely to him. Peeking out from under the shadow of his cloak were the hilts to a couple daggers and the rapier in it's scabbard. A belt secured his breeches which were tied off at the knees with a leather guard secured below that. Wrappings were visible around his feet with his toes kept free and his talons out. He tapped one to draw her eyes. [color=E9C960]"Yooou must be new here."[/color] He began, looking her over now that he could see her a little better. She seemed a rather typical human aside from the cover... and the green pendant hanging from around her neck with a symbol that now seemed oddly familiar. It took a few seconds but he eventually managed to peel his eyes away from the thing and find hers once more. He gestured toward the crowd with a sideways nod. [color=E9C960]"This is a rather... common occurrence I prrromise. There's no need to hide behind aaaall the... chairrrs."[/color] [center][color=DEB887]"That's enough!"[/color][/center] While normally able to fight the urge, a voice loud enough to cut through [i]all[/i] the noise in the room forced Mist to turn away from the girl. [center][color=DEB887]"Such behavior will not be tolerated. You were the instigator. You will leave the tavern at once for disturbing the peace."[/color][/center] Mist straightened out.[/color]