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Adventurer's Quest Stop And Cafe (Always Open!)

@cloudystar@Rune_Alchemist

By the gods...

What hoity-toity establishment did she bumble into? These people wre more stuffed up their arse than the damned elves Nariah thought. With a gruff sigh she sat down at a table, hoping at least this place had some ale or anything alcoholic. From the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but notice the peculiar young lass eyeing her so lustfully from across the room, much like how the whores would look at her when she passed near those houses of ill repute, some...she visited from time to time.

A fine lass was she, but by Tha'agorn, were those...horns? And a tail? Hope she ain't one of those soul sucking succubi I hear so much about.

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@ineffable@DriveEMOut@Alisdragon911

"Well Be'elzebub, that would be a pretty metal way to go." Evelyn laughed rather grimly at Kurai's comment. No one appreciated dark humor more than her. "But seriously, we got these powers somehow. We might as well use them for something other than hiding in a hole in the ground." She got up putting her leather jacket back on. "I'm gonna head out for a bit. If you guys wanna stay here, fine. Wanna come with me, Snowflake?" She looked at the shy girl with a wry smile. "Probably more fun than sitting in here all day."

Adventurer's Quest Stop And Cafe (Always Open!)

@ineffable@Rune_Alchemist

"Adventurer's...what? Ach!" A gauntleted hand slammed against Nariah's face, her thick plates clattering "This ain't the Hearthstone Inn! How in Aureim's cunt did I get here?!" She was sure she walked right through the tavern door just a moment ago, but where was the mead, the lovely, buxom tavern wenches and that old codger behind the bar? Most importantly, WHERE WAS THE DAMN MEAD?

"Aye..." Nariah grumbled setting her weapons beside the door. "Guess I'll have whatever's good here, lass. Fetch me yer finest food and drink."

A pretty face the girl was, but Nariah was too irritated to be flitting with her as she would the barmaids. Behind her, she heard some sort of comotion, glancing over her shoulder at the two surly lasses who walked in behind her. This may not be the Hearthstone, but there were certainly some lovely faces to look at.

Adventurer's Quest Stop And Cafe (Always Open!)

@Rune_Alchemist

Adventurer's Quest Stop And Cafe (Always Open!)

Hmmm...so many lovely shieldmaidens.

XD This better not turn into a Queen's Blade RP!

Adventurer's Quest Stop And Cafe (Always Open!)

@ineffable@cloudystar@xChrome

Far over....the misty mountains cold. To dungeons deep and caverns old. We must away...ere break of day. To seek our long...forgotten gold. The pines were roaring on the height. The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread. The trees like torches...blazed with light.

Softly the brutish woman sang to herself, her sword slung over her shoulders in such a careless manner and her coarse, iron armor clanking and clattering with each stride of her muscular calves as a joyous and jovial smile crossed her lips. Ahh...the sweet scent of the city, such a pleasing allurement as it crossed her nose, bringing with it the many smells, the pungent, smoky flavor of freshly cooked meats and fish upon a crackling fire of pine and spruce wood, the heart-warming aroma of baked breads and sweets and confectioneries, cinnamon buns drizzled with a yummy vanilla icing or fresh tarts made with the bounty of the Earth Mother, the sweetest of fruits like strawberries from the Faelands or pomegranates and apples.

Then, noises flowed through her ears. Not the natural sounds of the forest like meadowlarks chirping in the tall trees or a brook of fresh melted snow trickling through the jagged rocks of the mountains, like she was used to. No, it was the voices of the merchants and the fish mongers shouting their typical banter of, “Fresh salmon, straight from the fjords! Salted haddock filets anyone? Only five pieces of gold! Aye! You there, sir! You look like you could use a nice mud crab for dinner!” But the more familiar of sound of the city was the telltale clank of a hammer striking searing hot iron against a rusty anvil. *KLANK! KLANK!* Twas the sound the warrior was hoping to hear.

"Aye! Old man!" Her voice, feminine yet with a gruffness, carried with her regional dialect through the bustle of the market and fell onto the lowly blacksmith's ears, a dwarf perhaps...or maybe Nariah just towered over him, a typical trait of the Dunenmer people.

"What can I do for ye, lass?" He returned setting down his hammer against his anvil and dusting the metal shavings off his thick leather apron.

Nariah, with one arm she lifted her heavy sword off her shoulders and set it down carefully against the anvil, "Me sword needs sharpening. Can't wait either. I must be on me way to Drevak's Hollow."

The man nodded stroking his stringy and peppery gray beard, "Aye, I've heard the rumors. Apparently a nasty wyvern has taken refuge in them old caves. Been terrorizing the farmers and eating their livestock. Tell me lass, ye a monster hunter?"

Nariah chuckled, "Perhaps. I take whatever job I can get, as long as it pays good coin."

"Aye, so yer a sellsword." Replied the blacksmith. "Well, ye'll need a sword sharp enough to carve into them scales, I'll tell ye that, lass. Let me see here..." Quietly Nariah awaited as he examined the sword. "By Tha'agorn! This sword....it's Dunenmer! I've never seen such amazing craftsmanship."

She chuckled heartily at his amazement, "Indeed it is, me friend, forged by one of the finest blacksmiths in the mountains, Harken Stormblade." Her father to be exact, one of the most revered of blacksmiths in the land. His steel twas far more legendary than his name. Even the Elven Empire of Sardisiat to the east hailed Harken’s steel as the best….at least until they discovered rare mythril and began forging weapons of their own. Since...there hasn't been much business as of late...and the fires of Harken's forge...and his heart....soon grew cold with the coming frostfall of Icy Aureim... Nariah could only pray that her father find safe refuge amidst the warmth of Tha'agorn's forge in High Altia.

After he was done sharpening her blade against the grindstone, the dwarven smith once more dusted off his apron of shavings and handed over Talaran's weapon looking good as new. "There ye are, lass." He proclaimed with a hearty chortle while stroking a few bits of steel from his beard. "She may feel light as a feather, but I assure you I've tempered the steel till it's hard as dragon scales." Nariah smiled lightly and gave the blade a few swings, making sure not to harm any as she did so before sheathing the heavy sword behind her back, her expression noting her satisfaction with the way it whistled through the air with each cut.

"Aye. A fine job you did indeed, good sir." She said in gratitude while fishing a few coins from her leather purse at her side. "How much do I owe ye?"

"Awww not much, lass. A few pieces should cover it." Humbly the smith replied. Nevertheless, Nariah placed in his calloused, rugged hands a generous sum of gold, plenty to go around what with the traveling she's done and it seemed to her the lowly smith needed it more than she did. "Ahhh....The gods bless ye heart, kind lass. Me wife and me boy will surely appreciate this too."

"Ah tis nothing, friend. May Tha'agorn bless ye forge as well, and thank ye for the work ye've done to me sword. I should have no trouble carving that wyvern's head off now." And with a fond farewell, Nariah carried on her way through the city, until coming across...quite the foul odor that choked away the pleasant scents of the market. The slums. Better keep me eyes peeled.

A nefarious place of nefarious people and dealings oh so. In a matter of seconds, some damn sneak thief could rush up and have his hands on her wallet and a knife at her back.

Bah! But the fool would be quartered before he even laid a grubby finger on her hard earned gold. Yet the Dunenmer woman remained alert scanning about the dark alleyways and the crevasses between the unshapely structures, before mozeying into one of these buildings herself in need of a good drink after such a long journey.

It was...well...not an inn, that was for sure, but an abode brimming with strange folk of the likes Nariah's never seen. And that...smell? It definitely wasn't any honey mead. In fact, it was a smell that burned the woman's nostrils. "Where in the damn Abyss am I?" Nariah grumbled confused scratching the back of her head. Did she go through the wrong door perchance?

Velorio's Downfall-Looking for Players!

@xChrome S'all good. Anywho, I can't wait for this meeting between Vanessa and Claudia. ;D

Velorio's Downfall-Looking for Players!

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The silence must have meant the mysterious woman was considering Claudia's enticing offer. Claudia awaited her response. Yes, she did intend to give away information concerning the Rebels, but more or less it would be useless in any way to the woman, a woman whom Claudia suspected she had met before. Ah yes, that auburn haired beauty. Her name escaped Claudia at the moment, but she could never forget a pretty face like that.

Upon hearing Collin however, her languid expression faded into one of irritance. "Dammit all..." She cursed under her breath. "Ah, I suppose we will have to cut this meeting short, my dear, but I will await your presence here tomorrow. Who knows. Perhaps I'll get to see more than that pretty face of yours."~ Another sultry giggle before the woman sauntered away swaying her hips seductively. "Ta-ta, my lovely shadow. Oh and...give the Governer my most humble regards."~ A sly smirk, she disappeared behind the corner.

Right as she walked into the tavern though, the warmth had faded, both from her face and the cozy abode she frequented. Minerva, oh how those eyes caught Claudia like the claws of a bird of prey instantly. She shuddered a bit, feeling their vehement gaze pierce right through her flesh striking her heart with fear. The two leaders stood face to face, Claudia answering quietly with a glower, "Oh...it's you."

"Enjoying your night, harlot?" Minerva was quick with the insults, her dark eyes narrowing into sharp daggers she could stab Claudia with. Claudia narrowed her own eyes, biting her lip to quell a fiery retort. "I received your message from Collin, another failure that costed us dearly. Those three men were our finest soldiers!"

Both Claudia and Collin winced at Minerva raising her voice.

"And who is to blame for this folly?" Sternly Minerva resumed, encircling the two, three including Etoiles, as though a hungry feline entrapping a pair of timid mice. "Etoiles of course! She's weak, inexperienced. She has no place on the battlefield! Because of her failure, more men lost their lives so carelessly! If it were up to me, I'd have her stripped and lashed to demoralize her!"

"And then what?" Claudia remarked sharply crossing her arms with a scowl. "Toss her back onto the field of battle suffering from grievous injuries? Injuries both you and the Parliament inflicted?! The poor girl was punished enough, Minerva! I saw what those bastards did to Ettie with my own eyes! Bless the gods she's still alive!"

"And that's why she's weak!" Minerva snapped, nose to nose with the angry Claudia. "You should be slitting her throat for insubordination! Not coddling her like a wee babe! That's why you'll never be leader, Claudia! You don't know how to lead!"

"Well pardon me for having a heart, you ruthless demon! You can catch more flies with honey than vinegar, darling!"

"And you can kill more flies with arsenic than honey, you damn whore!" Minerva whirled around yanking the dagger out of the table. "You want to treat the girl's wounds, then fine! Soften her up some more, but she'll be back on the battlefield in three days!"

"She will need more than three days to heal!" Claudia interjected.

"THREE DAYS!" Minerva shouted to the top of her lungs, those dark blotches forming around her eyes...they were a warning for Claudia to back off. "If she's not ready by then, she will be executed! Now, I have important matters to attend to. Don't contact me unless it's urgent!" She stormed off towards the door pulling the hood of her cloak over her head. "And don't think of fucking that spy either!"

*SLAM!*

The door closed behind Minerva with the same amount of force Claudia's fist slammed into the table. That....that woman, oh how she made the other's skin burn with the fires of Hell. Claudia stood in silence, her blue eyes alit with such flames to scorch that loathsome demon. And Minerva had to wonder why most of the troops looked up to the lowly barmaid and not the grizzled veteran.

"...I need a drink..." She heaved a sigh, her bitter features softening somewhat. She looked at the two, Collin and Etoiles, both equally afraid. Warmly Claudia smiled, "Would you two care for anything?"

Velorio's Downfall-Looking for Players!

Aaaaaaand the Rebels are fucked! Dx

C'MON PEEPS! JOIN THE REBELS!! #makeveloriogreatagain