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Realizing the ulway was following him, wendin nodded to Fjorn "Alrighty then, see you in a bit" he nodded to the little ulway, gesturing towards the tavern "Come on , lets go get somthing to eat and get warm" turning towards the tavern

Upon entering the tavern proper, the glance he got earlier didnt do it justice. His eyes having adusted to the darkness he could see fairly well. This place was MUCH larger than it looked, After a moments gawking he led the ulway towards the bar ensuring she wasnt harrased and felt comfortable.  After she was at the bar he sat down next to her and waited for a moment to get the bartenders attention "Vaddock i presume?" He said gesturing towards the little ulway "The blond haired man i met outside, who i just realized i never exchanged names with..., anyways he said to take her in. Shes got somthing called Ercaniron, said it wasnt at the most volatile state, and to keep it away from somthing called the waygates. Hell be back in a minute hes restarting the generator as we speak"

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Vaddock stared in surprise at the Ulway. “For heaven’s sake, why would-“ he stopped when he saw the inert Ercaniron in her hands. The bartender gestured towards the back rooms. “The Waygates are there. They are essentially one-way portals into the major cities. It is very important that you keep her away from there. No one’s using them right now, but we wouldn’t want to take any chances.”

Vaddock then turned to the Ulway and spoke gruffly. “Now then, why would you be here? It is impossible for an Ulway to be lost - they are a semi-hivemind, and know exactly where their brethren are.” This he spoke for Wendin’s benefit, but at the same time he was questioning the Ulway. They might know very little of the common language, but body language was universal. 

The Ulway stared at Vaddock, her eyes wide and quivering. The bartender returned a stern look. One of the barmaids came over with two cups of warm tea for Wendin and his little companion. “Aww don’t be so hard on the poor thing, Vaddock,” she said. “Maybe she’ll be more talkative after some nice food.”

The lights stuttered, then came back on. Sighs of relief and cheers went up throughout the tavern. “Well, in any case, thank you for assisting. Would you like to grab a bite or a drink? It’ll be on me,” Vaddock said to Wendin.

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A half-pint of a girl slipped into the tavern. She looked no more than twelve though indeed she was quite older. If anyone knew the race well enough they'd realize that she was a halfling and clearly older than she looked, based off how she carried herself.

She didn't scurry, she creeped, as if quiet not to be unseen but to see u bothered by attention from others. The girl cared not for anyone else's opinions, glares, or interests, she was there for her own. Reasons beyond what anyone could—or would—understand.

Tella, crouched underneath a table, lifted her arm, revealing a large watch so big it dangled from her wrist. It was pure gold but she had caked it with mud so it wouldn't draw attention. But apparently it was worthless anyway, at least if she needed to know the time, because it showed that it was hours passed what it currently was.

She frowned deeply and buried herself deep into her cloak, which was similarly covered in mud but this time it wasn't intentional. It was the result of her clumsiness.

Tella usually looked decent, with her long, brown hair twisted into dreads, which she currently has tied into a rough bun at the back of her neck. Her skin was light brown and her eyes dark as soot, as if it absorbed any light that tried to go through. She was so thin that her skin pinched at her corners and curves, that latter very numbered. She was usually mistaken for a boy until she began to speak, which is why she didn't often. The less vulnerable you were and trouble you brewed gave the you a decent chance at life, or at least the one she was living.

The halfling pulled the hood down, almost covering her eyes. It was better that way, less to see her more to see, in her standpoint. She liked using her eyes but wanted to see less of other ones.

Tella noticed that there was a glass on the table above her, which had a quarter left of whiskey in it. She snatched the glass, so quickly the liquid didn't even have time to move, and swallowed it all, feeling it swish down her parched throat. She set the glass down beside her and waited, curling into a smaller ball, getting smaller and smaller.

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All of the sudden the door would be opened and the alien high-technological humanoid walked through the door of the Tavern. Fun fact.. He is an extra-terrestrial or an alien to be precise. "Good to be back." Nesy spoke to himself as he continued. He was wearing a high-tech armor with a huge weapon that appeared to be a  FREAKING railgun on his back and he was simply all tired after the extra-Terrestrial alien war that happened in Terrenus. Nesy would be standing there his armour was slightly dirty and greasy but still very fancy looking and he appeared to be very tired from walking a huge mile of distance from the warzone and then back at this place.  The Alien man was 5¨9 or 5¨8. Who was this extra-terrestrial being? Well a few people in the Tavern knew this man and they knew he was an alien.

Although Nesy's suit did a little robotic noise as he passed the rows of tables as he was headed towards the disposal of weapons although he would unlock the railgun that was mounted on his back and he put a safety-mount on the barrel so that it wouldn't accidently freaking fire. Then he placed the railgun down on the disposal where it would be tempororly taken care of. "...Whew.. I am finally back." Nesy exclaimed to himself before glancing at everyone inc,uding Tella. But it wasn't seen because his helmet was blocking where he was looking at. The glass of the helmet seemed black but it looked like a military helmet with military goggles intergrated. His suit was having these fancy LED looking lines on the torso and the arms which looked like they were glowing a red colour in that.

Nesy's eyes were Quad-colured if his face was exposed and his face looked pretty casual although the eyes would give it away that he was an other extra-terrestrial being. "..Whew.." He exclaimed to himself before he sat down on an empty table and he looked down roughly to himself and he snapped open this holographic floating screen and he began typing about the war that happned.
 

"Whew! This war was crazy!" Nesy wrote and he began writing the details. "Yes, we had a war out there and basically against terrorist groups trying to destroy the entire freaking planet! Well-" He continued to write a lot of details of what happened out there and meeting Dauner,Aya which were both very good friends indeed. 

Question is............

 

Who will notice Nesy's arrival from the war?

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@furtive_gaze

Because the power had just been restored to the tavern, the staff were busy making fulfilling orders and serving customers. As such, the small figure creeping in escaped their attention, at least until a hand reached up to snatch a glass from a table. The movement caught the eye of one of the waitstaff, who was on his way to clean it. The table cloth was lifted, and a young man peeked underneath it to see Tella. “Hey bud,” he said in a stern voice, “No kids allowed in here. Where’d you come from, anyway?” Despite his serious tone, he was fully prepared to give the perceived scrawny boy a free hot meal, then send him on his way. Unfortunately there was no way the tavern could adopt each and every street child who came their way. Fendrel beckoned for the kid to come out from under the table.

@CelvestianNesy

When the extra terrestrial being walked in, several of the patrons cheered. “So, were you actually there? One of them pointed vaguely out the window, where light from the epic battle was seen hours ago. 

The staff at the weapons counter stared at the railgun when Nesy unmounted it in front of him. He wasn’t exactly sure what to do with the gigantic thing, and finally decided to shove it against the nearest wall, with significant effort.

Vaddock delivered a mug of ale to Nesy even though he hadn’t ordered anything. “Figured you need it,” he said. “So is it over now? I presume by the fact that you’re here, and that our planet still stands, that the war went well for you.”

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Nesy turned towards the patrons and he spoke to answer the man's question. "Yes, it was a heck of a war out there." Nesy spoke to the man and he turned towards the window. So as proof Nesy snapped open a holographic video. Seeing the results of the war that happened in the wilds of Terrenus. Indeed everything was a desolated wasteland but Terrenus is so big that it wont make any difference for such alien war that happened but it was sure a lot of damage.

Nesy had taken the mug of ale that was delivered to him and he took it. "Thanks" He nodded to him and he would continue to speak. But while they were doing buisness Nesy took a little look around the area and he decided to continue talking to him. "Yeah, that war went well. It's over and there.. Aren't anymore enemies to fight because they've probabaly retreated." He explained once again before he snapped off his helmet. Revealing his quad-coloured eyes as he blinked. Then he sipped the drink and placed the helmet on the table. "Huh... Man I am just tired." He chuckled a little.

@jaistlyn

 

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"Hello? I'm lost and I don't know where I am."

He entered into the tavern, looking around and feeling uncertain about everything, if he was being honest. After waking up in the woods, he couldn't remember anything. Now he was here in this strange tavern and didn't know what was going on. 

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@Zigzag

A pair of sharp ears caught the newcomer's hesitant voice, grey eyes locking onto its source a moment later.

The stranger is greeted by the sight of a young man. It's hard to know what about him is more attention-catching- the jangling of his hooped earrings, or his long red hair, pulled into a neat braid.

"Welcome to the Tavern of Legend!" Mism says with a jovial grin. He holds a pen and a pad of paper up with a flourish. "Can I get you anything? A seat? A drink? Food?" He taps the end of the pen against the paper, then casts a furtive glance at a short, grey-haired woman some distance away. "I'm doing my job!" he says loudly, giving the older woman a pointed gaze.

Still busy with taking another customer's order, she doesn't seem to notice.

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"Me?" He supposed it had to be him, and he stammered for a moment. 

"Uhm...I am new here, I think? You seem familiar, but I don't seem to have any knowledge of what's going on." Everything was feeling so strange and foggy to him, he wasn't even sure who he was. 

"Can...can I have a mirror?" The word seemed to pop into his mind just as he needed it, and he wasn't sure why. Did he always know what a mirror was?

When the item was brought, strangely enough, the glass shattered and the pieces didn't seem to show anything. "I...okay..." Everything still felt strange, so he returned the broken mirror. "Sorry."

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@Zigzag

"Mm, memory loss ain't uncommon here." Mism scratches.his head with the end of the pen. "I think. I'm new here. Name's Mism! What's yours, my good fellow?"

At the stranger's request, Mism fishes a mirror out of his pocket. He yelps as the glass cracked, pulling his arms to his body. "Oh, man…" He rather liked that mirror. Gingerly, he reclaims the broken object.

The smile now a tad more forced, he resumes his earlier position. Pad paper in one palm, pen poised above it with the other. "Ssoo… table for one, sir? I've heard a nice hot meal can do wonders for jogging memories." He hasn't, actually, but proper nutrition can do wonders.

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@Zigzag

The stranger didn't give his name, Mism notes. So much is a mystery about the nameless man. His order, though, is something familiar enough.

"One potato stew, coming up!" Mism chirps, relieved. He jots the order down with lightning speed then races off.

He returns minutes later with a steaming bowl of soup, carefully balanced on a serving tray. He, however, is not alone. Levhea Morytol, head of waitstaff, trails behind Mism with a knotted brow. Her hair matches his red locks, though age has streaked it grey.

"So, I thought maybe Miss Morytol could help you with the memory!" Mism proclaims, gesturing to the woman.

Levhea rubs her chin. "Ya really can't remember anything? Places, people- even foods can help knowing where ya came from!" 

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The words only meant something to him when he thought of them, their definitions and contexts apparent moments afterwards. Again he wondered if he always knew this, or if his mind was simply bringing up this knowledge when he needed it, and if so, why?

"I will try." He said flatly, and began to eat his meal. 

"Nothing comes to me." He said after finishing the meal, silent in contemplation the entire time. "My mind feels as if I am drifting at times, unable to stay in a single direction for so long before being lost in a dizzying haze." Sighing, he looked to the two and frowned. "My apologies, I don't mean to take up your time." 

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@Zigzag

The Tavern isn't particularly full at the moment; Levhea waves the stranger's apology away. "No, no, it's all right, dear."

Her brow furrows. "Perhaps you could ask the Oracle, in Terrenus? Do any of those names ring a bell?"

"Oh, yeah!" Mism pipes up, sliding the empty soup bowl onto a serving tray to take away. "The Oracle knows everything!"

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"Okay, if you are sure of it, then I will go and see this oracle. Thank you for your hospitality."

A new step in his journey, a new piece of the puzzle that was his life. Will the answers he find satisfy him, or bring him down further into the spiralling enigma of a new mystery?

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