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  1. Gabriel the poet. Gabriel the guide. Gabriel of the Tavern. He could claim all the titles he wanted. It didn't change the fact that each time he pushed the heavy doors of the Tavern to leave, he could sense that he'd return eventually. Part of him liked that security. It was a comfort, he knew, to have a place to call home. But there's something missing. Gods, I should look into therapy. This time was no different from any other. Linixy strode off to seize his weapon, while Daemon paid his tab at the bar. Gabriel said nothing to Vaddock, instead opting to grab his beret and coat from the storage room. In a fluid motion, he donned his put on his jacket and donned his cap, securing the latter tightly on his head. It was beaten and battered, but the sentimental value was why he kept it. In one of his coat pockets was a notebook. In the other, a pen. He'd chronicle this journey like he had all the rest. Success or failure. Opening his mouth, Gabriel announced to whoever was listening. "If you're eager to go, let's get on with it. There is a cobblestone road leading through the forests that we'll follow. I'd wager that Cartrose is roughly half a day from us, but that all depends on your pace." He quickly turned and marched to the doors, placing a palm on one and pushing hard. The heavy slab eased open and a gust of the night air whooshed over him, cold and quiet. Gabriel blinked and continued through, trying to get his bearings. The path they needed to use was lined with lanterns, winding east of the Tavern into the forest. By the time they reached Cartrose it should be daytime and they wouldn't need lights, but for now they were a big help. He bit his lip, then set off, the pitter patter of his footfalls on cobble echoing off the surrounding trees. The woods weren't exactly safe, but surely this crew could protect him. A Thief. @Linixy A Swordsman. @Humble Blood A Sorceress. @Aliara Mizuki Blackrose A Mystery. @Witch Trials They walked behind him, the trajectories of their lives having led them to find each other here. In this place. This Tavern. He could see the beauty in that. Indeed, he could see it. "The Bloody Dagger is a dangerous tool," Gabriel called back. "It's not of Valucre, but that doesn't matter. From the stories that circulate, it kills better than anything I've seen, and these killings have been happening for quite some time. Whoever holds it is good at keeping secrets. If we're to find the current wielder, I think some old fashioned sleuthing may be our best bet. Linixy, that may be your department, though I may just be stereotyping. You just look the part."
  2. Red in Tooth and Claw — Several packs of dire wolves have found their way from Dul’Calion and now prowl the paths leading up to Tarona. They stalk the farms and vineyards north of Andlais in search of prey on moonless nights, and their howls terrify the town’s farmers and the citizens. Governor Galicia is looking for any adventurers who can defeat this threat to peace and order. Well this was the word that was spreading around the tavern. Wolf packs the say, dire wolves to be more precise. Its beem a while since Daemon mingled with his animal cousins, and he could actually use the exercise. "Packs of dire wolves you say?" Daemon had left the group in the tavern and was now standing outside talking to a stranger. The man had just come from a town called Tarona, about a day's ride from the tavern. "Yes, the packs are savageous, and wild. The hunt anything with a beating heart, regardless of the race, and they fear nothing and no one." The stranger potrayed clear fear in his voice. He had clearly come close to becoming a victim of these beasts. "You'd be a fool to go wonder in the woods of that town." The stranger added, lowering his fear flooded eyes away from Daemon's gaze. "Point me in the direction of this town sir... " he paused, what the hell are u doing? he thought to himself before speaking. ".... I would certainly like to go hunting." The man quickly looked at Daemon to see if he was joking. But was even more amazed when he saw the seriousness in the young man's eyes. "No, I will not be responsible for you death..... I will not send a young man to his de-" Before he could finish his last word, Daemon took him by the shoulder and quickly looked into his eyes. Daemon's pupils contracted as his vampiric powers quickly took effect. "-tis not a question my good sir, its an order." The man was human and so could easily succumb to Daemon's vampiric mind control. "There's a river, west from here. Follow it. The first town you see, is where you will find you beasts." It was almost like clock work, as the man replied Daemon in a strance-like state. "Thank you sir. You may continue on into the Tavern." After saying this, Daemon let go of the man's shoulders, and her turned towards the doors of the tavern and went in without saying another word. With a proud smirk, Daemon, walks back in to the tavern. Spotting Celestia, "Say, would you like to comw on a wild hunting adventure with me?" @Aliara Mizuki Blackrose
  3. The sun beats down upon the earth in oppressive, stifling heat. Pervarus does not seem to be bothered by it at all despite his long hair and the wild mass of flowers on his head, swaying ever so slightly as if dancing to a summer breeze. The staff in his hand thumps against the ground as he walks forward, keeping time to an unspoken rhythm. When the words come, they are faintly inquisitive. "So, I hear from Missy Gwen that yer somewhat of a fighter, hey?" He smiles at his companion, eyes scanning the length of the other man's form in consideration. "Well, not in the exact words, but it counts." A pause. "What weapons do ye use? I don't see anything else beside yer trusty backpack and yer tree branch and the strength in yer hands." And yes, those do appear to be strong, weathered hands. Gwen had made mention of the boy possibly hailing from the mountains; anyone living in such harsh, unpredictable environments would have to have been carved from the hardiest of rocks and stone. "Pardon my question, of course, if it is too forward." @Milke
  4. Kaila had forgotten how cold it was outside. Her time inside the Tavern had dulled the sharp sensation of the cold winds nipping at her face and burrowing under her skin. She’d had to make a short stop after only a few minutes of walking down the road in order to take a second sweater from her pack and put it on over the first. Then over both of them went the travel cloak and it was not exactly comfortable, but it got the job done. At least walking kept the blood flowing, which in turn kept the cold at bay. It took her around fifteen minutes to reach the crossroads Vaddock had marked on the map he’d drawn for her, and then another five of walking along the forest path before she decided to get off track and start looking for clues. That’s what she’s currently doing—she’s trying to find any track that could possibly belong to a bear. Snow would normally help, but there isn’t enough accumulated beneath the trees that hasn’t already turned into brownish slush. Claw marks on tree trunks are the safest bet and what she's looking for, as they are distinctive. She moves carefully, trying to not leave marks of her own. Kaila can’t do anything for her scent, but she can certainly minimize how much noise she makes and the number of footprints she leaves behind. Bears have keen ears, she knows. Sounds will attract their attention almost as much as scent will. But then again, she thinks, they have short attention spans. That could work on her favor or against her, depending on the situation. She hopes to create one that’s favorable to her and her mission. A fallen branch on the ground impedes her advance. Kaila hops over it and almost slips. She uses her newly acquired spear as a prop and barely avoids face-planting on the muddied ground. “So much for being careful,” she huffs out as she regains her balance, absently patting down her pants and checking her footing. Nothing's sprained. Good. Then she looks around and grimaces. Deflates, shoulders slumping. She either chose the wrong side of the path to venture to, or the bear hadn’t felt the need mark any tree in his territory. She finds the first one much more likely. Sighing, Kaila turns back around and goes back to the path.
  5. Needless to say, the magician was out cold for most of his journey to god knows where, he'd definitely give that god Vinij some words. Not like it would do anything though. Plus it was sort of thrilling.These were his immediate thoughts upon slowly waking up. Mind cloudy and hands tied, he knew he was in some shit. Not even mentioning the fact he was stripped down to his compression shorts. Without the basic tools of the trade, a lot of unsavory types would be counting the days til steel meets neck, and neck meets floor. Only hoping the daisy's above them were pretty enough for a Sunday morning burial. Now the real question was, were these bindings magical in anyway? would it stop his non-magician abilities. " Tsk. Soju, oh goddess you've done me wrong once again... Oi —! How about being a bit more careful, this ride bumpy as hell. Didn't your boss tell you don't bruise the merchandise?"
  6. @Syxanthie Round 'em up! Location: Yard in front of Tavern of Legend Day 1, night It was already dark outside and the only nearby source of light remaining were the lanterns standing on dimly lit yard in front of Tavern of Legend. Somewhere in the distance one could hear villagers heading towards the tavern to grab a drink and rest after the long day of work. Chatter and laughter used to be merrier back in more carefree times but despite all the evil that fell upon them, locals managed somehow to move on with their lives. The air smelled with wild thyme and other common herbs smashed by the boots of wary travellers roaming the path all day long. Chilly wind moved the branches of tall silverleaf poplars stretching across the path. Even in the darkness it was still possible to see that most of the tree crowns were heavily infected with mistletoe. Suddenly the tavern doors opened when three characters with drinks in their hands left tavern and stopped under branchy linden dwarfing a shack beneath. For a moment all of them were focused on contents of their glasses, but after a while man wearing fisherman coat spoke up. Allright, listen up. I don't know how much do you know about recent events around here so I will start from the very beginning. After the the battle with the Lich-asshole-Lord and his army of smelly corpses, as you can imagine, tavern and neighbouring villages suffered many losses, people and goods alike. In order to rebuild we needed resources and for us only way to get them were by trade. Only thanks to her, ol' lady reputation out in the world - Zell pointed with his thumb at the tavern behind his back - merchants were interested in taking a risk and coming to this shithole. And why you ask?! - Zell barked and poured himself another one with such a verve, that he managed to spill a bit of bourbon on Ben and Bleidd listening to his story. Ben started to think that despite Zells attitude towards them he enjoyed having an audience. ...I'll tell you why! - Zell remained completely oblivious to the fact, that his audience wished only that he cuts to the chase already - Because such grim circumstances always attract vultures, oh, yes and it was the case here as well. Not long after the battle was over we had all sorts of these "guests" - Zell spat with contempt - raiders, looters, bandits and other vermin. Not only they desecrated our dead and plundered empty houses, like there were supposed to be any riches, but they also hunted for caravans, these assholes! These bastards knew that after the battle we had no means to protect them. Or so they were thinking. They. Were. Wrong. - Zell raised his voice waving his finger maniacally. Ben could hardly hide yawning. Their main mistake was to underestimate us. When news of first attacked caravan reached us we organised militia from what was left of us and we hit them hard. Idiots weren't even trying to hide. They were camping near the main trading route. It was glorious, no casualties on our side. We cut their heads of and put them on the pikes as an example for... Alright, alright, I'll stop you right there. - Ben cut in - Tell us only what we need to know, we don't have whole night. Zell spat again - I was going to, stop interrupting! So, what was I...? Ah, the thing is, that we always managed to repel looters ourselves. It was always just a bunch of idiots that hoped for some easy money. And after we rebuild there is nothing to loot out there! So we thought we no longer have to worry about the bandits, at least not more than usual. But then these guys came. Zell was lost in thought for a moment and then he continued in somewhat more serious manner - Yeah, these bandits are different. They are fast, hit hard and what is worst they are smart. They never attack at day, always wait till caravan falls asleep. They leave no tracks either. Luckily they are not up for killing... mostly. We had few nasty injuries but it was all so far... except for the last time. Poor Timwald... - Zell made a brake with a painful expression. So... would you look into it for me? For us? I'm not asking you kill them, nor catch them. Any help, even information about their whereabouts could prove useful for us and it would be generously rewarded. Pay will be better if you get the bastards of course. (OOC: So after a little [2 months?] brake we manage to start! In case somebody would be interested in joining please write a PM to me or to @Syxanthie so we can discuss how to smoothly add your character to the story. Just keep in mind that pace of this thread maybe quite slow [1 post a week at best i guess])
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