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[Colruth]

The day was eventful. Nearly boring. The only thing that made it special was that powerful storm that raged from dawn to dusk.

The night had settled since an hour yet the inn was still nearly empty. Even the daily drunk was too scared to challenge the Old One's wrath. Each time thunder rolled or lightning broke the night sky, you could hear screams coming from the surrounding houses. Screams of fear, of supplication.

In this world totally controlled by dragonkind, cursed was the life of humanoids. Not a single part of the world was left to claim freedom. Such kingdoms were legend stuff, and even those legends were starting to fade away, seen as heresy.

Your own existence was twice as doomed, for your own belief toward the Lords. A month ago you had managed to find this somewhat free nation, as far as freedom meant anything. Their God had been asleep for as long as any living soul remembered, the grip of his command slowly fading away. Yet he had left strong organisations. A church was still praying his name, while a strong army was still proudly wearing his symbol. Blessed with social power, that army was more than often abusing the local populace, threatening the wrath of their Master if services were not granted. Where you believed to find respite away from your past tormentor, you only found a kingdom crumbling under the footprint of their own Master.

The Old One was he known as. The thunder his growl, lightning his stare. And as he roared and glared, the local people, minions or servants alike, were hiding, unable to dare disturbing his anger.

Two weeks ago, a few days after your arrival in town, a woman came to you, taking you into a spiraling conversation with no obvious goal. After a while you found yourself forced to spill out the answers she was seeking, yet never did you feel like your freedom was taken from you. With all out trust, did you speak of your daring goals, the wishes burning in your heart, which would be enough for a painful execution if spoken to the wrong ear. Yet to this woman, you spoke.

With this strange trust came a feeling that speaking to her was your chance at having your goal achieved. After a few days of meeting, you learned of the Bright Shadows, a society of infiltrators and assassins with a single objective, getting rid of the reptilian gods.

Last time you saw her was 3 days ago. When you woke up the next morning, you knew your daily meetings were over, but that the time for action had came. You knew you had to stay and for some reason you didn't want to leave just yet. You knew that something important had to happen before you could leave.

Today is the day. You know it. Maybe is it that endless storm. Maybe is it this empty inn, too empty to blame it on the storm. Maybe is it the presence of these other people that you never seen before in this inn, but whom seems to be waiting as much as you do. Maybe is it the innkeeper that left an hour ago, locked the door and left to his backstore without ever kicking you to your room.

Even to the dumbest barbarian, this was obviously a setup.

OOC said:

The "other people" are each one of you. The inn is locked and you 6 are alone in the main room.

[Gryffydd65]

Tanner shivered, he hated being in a building, any building, why couldn't he be nestled in a warren like any other creature. He looked over at William, the dire badger, who seemed to have the same thoughts, but if he was ever to return the balance back to nature he must over come his fears and trust these humanoids. Many years in the woods have made him cautious but he decided he must break the silence.


William, will you tell these people that I am a friend and my name is Tanner. he said as he looked over to William.

William sat there looking back at his friend, not making a sound.

Edited by Gryffydd65, 17 October 2009 - 03:11 AM.

[Cole Caecus]

Bredak Sits at a table, sipping at an ale, Prepared for what is to happen next. His hair silently changes color from Black to Redish brown and back from excitement. He closes his eyes and meditates silently to himself, making sure he is prepared mentally for the battle to come.

[ClayQ]

Ebflem pulls his cloak tight around him resting one hand inside his cloak on the mace at his belt he picks a corner to lean against his back pressed against it to reduce his exposure.

He paused for a moment waiting, not quiet sure who these people where or what to expect. He wasn't going to start it, but he was going to be ready for it.

Ebflem looked up speaking shortly as he did so "So then..." he quickly lowered his face to hide the scars that lingered there from his past, looking at the floor boards he waited for someone else to speak.

[High Druid Of Paranor]

Kazum-Tril sat quietly on his own, drinking his ale in silence.
His time for vengeance was coming, or at least soon he felt he would be on the path towards it.
He waited, patiently for the time when something would happen.

[Riliye]

Taern Pegasun sat at a table, one that had seen better days if she wasn't off her mark, and pondered the rest of the room. Curiously unarmored, the young woman sighed as she sat back at the table. Perhaps it had been a bad idea to leave her armor in her room, but she hardly expected to need it while she ate dinner in the commons room! Still, none of these...others appeared to be any easier than she was, and that in itself eased some of the tension from her shoulderblades. She fingered the mace than hung at her waist with one hand, the other instinctively checking the holy symbol of Pelor that hung at her neck every so many seconds. It seemed to be habit, something long ingrained from many years, rather than an indicator of nerves.

She was perfectly ordinary, though beautiful; the only flaw to her was the thick branded scar that adorned her forehead, an evil symbol that was so curiously out of place on her. She wore the brand like a fine circlet; her carriage was powerful but without pride. She checked the symbol at her neck again and offered a smile to anyone who'd take it. Everyone seemed quite intent on themselves.

There'd been some short attempts at conversation; they seemed to die as quickly as they were breathed to life, and she couldn't help but chuckle. "Fine ones we are for conversation," she lilted finally, hazel eyes sparkling and mouth tilted into a smile. "How much longer can we all pretend that it's perfectly normal to be locked in an abandoned inn with strangers? In any case, we're obviously here for the same reason, so if I might interrupt your introspection, I am Taern Pegasun. I prefer acquaintances to strangers, honestly."

[Gryffydd65]

Tanner nervously got up with the help of his quarterstaff, his gnomish features concealed behind his cloak.

"William, please come closer and help me, I wish to talk to the young lady who spoke. " William, the dire badger eagerly got up and moved closer to Tanner.

"Ok, now guide me over there"

Tanner reached down and held on to the fur of his friend. William started to move towards the young lady.

"William, please tell the young lady,Taern Pegasun, that I too prefer acquaintances to strangers, but usually animal ones . Tell her that I am Tanner Thistle and I wish to sit with her if it is ok with her, but if it's not then I can sit back down where I was.

Tanner did all that while looking at William and not Taern.

Edited by Gryffydd65, 19 October 2009 - 08:56 PM.

[Colruth]

A clicking sound came from the main door, as if the lock itself opened without being turned by any key. Then silence followed.

At the same time, from the stairs leading upstairs, a cracking sound was heard. Someone was coming down, yet no one was there.

From the bar, the sound of glass hitting glass. Followed the sound of liquid pouring an empty container. Yet, again, no one was there.

Then silence followed. Dread, unnatural silence. Beyond the clicking of your armors and weapons, or the shuffling of your clothes, no sound could even be heard. As if the outside world was not there anymore.

As silence was about to settle on your hearts, all of the main room windows shut on themselves in a large bang. Nothing but the few torches and candles layed around in the room were left to light an already dark and empty room.

"Don't mind your puzzling, friends, you have not come to find the truth, but to undo it" The voice was calm, mostly irritating. From where it came, a table that was left empty in the middle of the room, a man. Or was it a man at first glance.

It, as you will end up labeling him, was of an average build for a human of his average height. His hair were of a light brown, or was it grey? The most deranging about it, was that your mind couldn't stick to one view. As if each eye was experiencing something different. The same feeling as when you try to focus after being stunned, yet this time, each semi-vision was different.

He was sitting there, grinning, which made it obvious that his face was paralysed on the left side. As you all watched, he raised an arm to lay on the table his....hand. A mockery of appendice which had thin black tentacles in place of fingers, the extremities sticking to the wooden table as if trying to suck at it.

"So, are we ready to tear this universe assunder and rewrite the rules that controls it?"

He posed, staring at each of you. Or was he just looking around? You could even think he didn't move at all, and you'd believe it.

[Cole Caecus]

Bredak stands at the sight of the things.... hand. "Who Are You?" He asks, then he shakes his head as if answering himself "No. What are you, and what do you want of us?"

Bredak holds himself at the ready, in case the 'man' proved dangerous.

[Gryffydd65]

For the first time, Tanner actually looked at the someone and the someone was the man in the middle, well, half man half thing. He took a deep breath, "What do you want with us, of course I want to change this world, the order is out of balance and we can't have that."

[Riliye]

Taern had been just about to reply, her mouth caught in a most unsightly gaping position when all these...very strange things happened. As it was, she completely ignored the man before her for a precious few seconds. "Please, Master William, let Sir Tanner Thistle know I would be delighted with his conversation, and seat yourselves at my table. It's not a night to be on one's feet if you can help it, and I can think of no better company, and certainly worse." This was said in the same calm tone, almost as if there wasn't a disfigurement of a man sitting amongst them, a man who hadn't been there before. Almost. The bland inflection on her last words could have been an insult, if they had had any bite to them, or if she'd let her eyes cut where they wanted.

She was, after all, only human, and that in itself betrayed her unease. The hand that had fingered her mace was now conspicuously still in her lap. Reaching for weapons was a sign that your adversary had the upper hand.

Her eyes flicked to Bredak and she smiled, both at the man at the table -- was he a man? -- and at the man standing now. He'd been the one with the color-changing hair, hadn't he? She sighed softly. Forgetfulness could quickly dig one into a deep hole, and now was hardly the time to begin it. "If I might say so, friend--" Now that was presumptuous, for all she knew he was less than a friend and more than an enemy. Still, she felt better addressing someone who didn't make her stomach clench when she looked at him. "I did not catch your name, but I'm sure this gentleman will speak with us as he will, whether you stand there like an unsheathed dagger or not."

Again, she spoke around the mockery of a man in the middle. Once she was satisfied, with what, only she could say, she touched the symbol at her neck and smiled again, this time directly -- or as best as she could manage -- at the half man, half octopus, half hideous living skull. Her skin crawled at the feel of him. "Taern Pegasun, but I rather expect you know that already. As for the rules of the universe..." she paused, almost dramatically. "In my experience, rules end up being broken one way or another, regardless of intent. Sometimes, it's even necessary."

[Gryffydd65]

The spell being broken by the kind words of Taern, caused Tanner to move towards her, he still held one hand on William and the other on his quarterstaff.

"William, tell her I would be delighted to join her and to see what we may do with the universe and breaking of it.

He quickly sat down at the table with Taern, he looked nervously again at the stranger who just showed up, and quickly put his head down. He realized his grip on the staff was starting to strain his fingers and he let the staff fall to the floor. William nuzzled in closer to Tanner to shield him from any danger.

[Cole Caecus]

"My name, Dear Lady Pegasun, is Bredak. Bredak the Sharp." He Says with a bow "And forgive me, i am not accustomed to being snuck up on."


"To Tear apart the Universe you say, and then to rewrite it?" Bredak sits back down at the table, stroking his chin confidently, watching the 'it'.

"Do tell, good..." Bredak pauses for a fraction of a second "Sir. What do you mean by these things?"

[High Druid Of Paranor]

"My loyalty is can yours if you end the current cruel reign of this land" Kazum said to the starnger before him, ignoring the others as he did so.
"My name is Kazum-Tril, and I wish to help you to the best of my ability"

Edited by High Druid Of Paranor, 20 October 2009 - 02:24 PM.

[Colruth]

The being observes you for a little while, watching you make acquaintances, his stare absent, staring into the front door, unmoving as if time stopped around him.

Then suddenly, as he turns out to be ignored, he slams both his palms on the table.

BANG! "O.o.o.o.o.K!" He says as he stands, in an attempt to gather attention.

While shifting his body to free himself from the restraint between the chair and the table, he reaches behind his head, pulling at his hair to get his ponytail tied tighter.

With a suddenly focused expression he raises his hand, finger pointed out, as if ready to make a point of argument.

"First, I am not here to help. Mark my word, the only thing you'll get from me, is doom. Horrible, eternal, soul shattering doom."

He crosses his arms in an obvious attempt at marking a dramatic moment, staring each one of you right in the eyes, with his eyes. Or what took their place. Pitch black protuberances, yet which seems to not be there if focus is put on them. As if a parcel of the moonless night sky was put in the man's eye sockets.

"You will die. Broken and forgotten. Yet from your foolishness, because I can't push myself at calling it bravery, maybe...who knows."

He stopped, as if enthralled by his own words, staring, yet again toward a far away horizon, that he seemed to see beyond the walls of the inn.

"I assume you are not scared of doing some climbing? I at least see no dwarves here"