Cedric's Inn

[Giggles "Adguin"]

This isn’t possible! Giggles thought to himself. He hadn’t felt true pain since he became a Lich. He felt pain in his soul with holy magic but this was something else! He felt true physical pain.

His magic’s wouldn’t sustain his disguise and he felt his physical regeneration fail in moments. He even noticed the pain from his face from the punches before. He didn’t know what kind of magic this was but he decided to rough it out till he could figure something out. Until then He’ll take what pleasure he can in the Jovian screaming for mercy on the table. After a few moments the pain became tolerable and he was angry enough to yell at the innkeeper.

“What are you planning to do to me, you fifthly little half-breed!?” Giggles yelled at Zigler as he left him in the basement. His answer was simple, A door slamming shut on him.

The Jovian’s cries continued on after he left. “Oh come on you little meat bag! It’s not so bad. After all I found you especially tasty and juicy!”

The Jovian started to sob for what seemed the longest time at Giggle’s words.

After a while Giggles noticed a strange stirring within himself. He was hoping it was gas for the first time since he died, so that he could torture the man on the table just a little bit.

[Wulf]

[glow=orange,2,300] A strange, mask wearing person enters Cedric's inn, only to invoke almost an uncomfortable aura with the insecurity of showing his face. He wears almost robe-ish type black shirt with a wolf symboled on the front and black loose pants stained with blood, dirt, and grass almost as if he had just been in the fight of his life. The silver mask of a cracked skull was all it took to give a bad first impression as the guy not only felt, but looked like trouble all around. He quickly walked to the table farthest in the corner without saying a word and settled down in the seat without a moments hesitation. Reaching in the back pouch that he set on the seat next to him, he pulls out a small almost worn out notebook about half used, as he begins to write about the days journey and the new world that he just stumbled into. [/glow]

[Sir Nichtmar]

After his guard duty, Nichtmar strolled into the tavern wearing a clean blue and black tabard, black tunic underneath, hooded mantle and a silver belt that signified he was a knight of the Silver order. He was excited for his squire Gron becoming king and thought he’d celebrate with a late drink.

He took a seat at the bar waving for an ale. His ogre nose noticed a foul stench of old blood. He swiveled his stool looking for the source. There in the corner with the shiny mask. He grabbed his ale and headed to the corner. He sat down across from the stranger.

“As you may have noticed Mittelmarch caters to the strange, not a lot of human folk. I say this because though you seem to be our type, you also seem to be wearing a lot of blood. For your sake I hope it’s not any of our people’s.”

Nichtmar extends a hand to shake. “Is it?”

[Wulf]

Wulf looks up from his notebook to look at the one talking to him. He noticed the cleaner looking clothes and instantly could tell that this man was in a higher position in this land than he was and that he probably deserved a bit of respect. He shook his head "no" as he shook the mans hand firmly yet freindly. A closer look warranted that with his slashed clothes and cracked mask, that the blood was easily his own. The majority of the blood was from his mask breaking the skin underneath it, as the blood was somewhat visible to see the drip pattern from under the mask and down his shirt.

[Raku]

A young female with black long hair,wearing black pants, a black seleveless yukata with white trim, and wearing a straw hat walked into the inn. She saw a strange man wearing a shinny mask talking to what looked like one of the guards. She found a seat to herself and sat down.

That man in the silver mask looks like a promising ally if I play my cards right.

She continue to watch and wait for him to be alone.

[Sir Nichtmar]

Nichtmar stands as he finishes his ale.

"Stay safe, quiet one. There's a medic just down the street towards the Lord's keep."

He drops off his mug at the bar and heads and givles the stranger a nod of "I'm watching you". Nichtmar heads out lets a group of guards know to keep an eye out for the silver mask.

He then heads for his bed in the guard barricks.

[Wulf]

He nods respectibly as he watches the guard stand and turn. After he leaves the table, he goes back to his journal and continues to write some more down, ignoring the rest of the bar and it's patrons.

[Sir Storm Brightblade]

Storm makes a round of the customers and refills, drops orders, and takes mugs from the tables. He sees the guards walk in and nods a greeting towards them and gives them a drink on the house.

He looks up to see a man in a silver mask walk in and take a seat at a table in the corner and walks over to greet his new guest. Storm walks up to the table.

"Welcome to Cedric's Inn, I'm Storm Brightblade and if you need anything don't be afraid to call me over. Is there anything I can get for you Sir?" Storm said as he inspected the new guest.

The thing that struck out to him was the mask, but being in Mittelmarch he saw these kind of interesting things on a daily basis.

[Wulf]

He looked back up at the barkeep and shook his head no as he reached into his bag and pulled out a smaller notebook that was in better condition and somewhat smaller size. After Writing for a second, he handed the small notebook to the man. The words that he had written read: Is there anywhere i can get a room for a while, at least until i can get my bearing on this new land? Also, is there anywhere i might be able to go in order to do some small work to get back onto my feet?

[Sir Storm Brightblade]

Taking the note and setting a mug of ale for the new guest, he read the note.
Thinking for a moment he set the parchment back down and said, "Well I know our rooms are pretty cheap if you would like to rent one of our rooms for a couple of days and if you're looking for work, check around with the merchants. Most of them have to practically rebuild their businesses so I'm sure that they'd be interested in work. Does that help you stranger?"

[Wulf]

He nods his head and bows slightly at him as he takes the notebook back and writes again. After a few seconds he hands to notebook back, along with a gold coin with an odd looking print on it that you've never seen before. It reads: How much is a room here?

[Giggles "Adguin"]

Giggles was growing bored. He could hear all that was going on up above him. He wanted nothing more then to "help these poor mortals know true peace among the Jovians and all mortal races. As he waited in the cellar his curse grew strong again the mask covered his face once more.

"Hey, Jovian! Look! My face is whole again."

The Jovian just ignored him and sobbed silently to himself.

"Man you are such a wussy you know that?"

[Anvil]

A human male walks into the inn, he has the unmistakable look of a warrior and bears a shield with the Defenders of the Land heraldy. He looks around a moment and then in a loud voice declares.
"All who seek glory against Jove hear me. King Anvil my lord bids me to spread the word that at this moment he is leading a force into Jove to harry their forces and force them to come at Dunland. If you wish to join in the battle make haste a be at Gladden Fields walls in less than two weeks."
With a last look around he turns to leave for he has many more taverns to visit this night.

[Wulf]

After the man's speech, he pulls the notebook back and writes more. After a few seconds, he hands it back. It reads: What was that all about, and whats a jove?

[Sir Storm Brightblade]

Storm listen's to the criers words and regards them with care and sends his regards to Anvil. He looks to see Wulf has a new note for him. He picks it up and reads it and scoffs.

"You must really be new here if you haven't heard of Jove. We just recently took Mittelmarch back from the Jovians, a new empire that has appeared out of the mist and wants to take over the world and cleanse it of non humans."

Storm reaches into his purse and pulls out a couple of gold pieces.

"The room is on the house by the way, come and go as you wish. If there is anything I can get you, just please tell me."

He slides the mug towards Wulf, also on the house, and takes a seat.

"So tell me about yourself stranger, if you don't mind me asking." Storm said as he continued cleaning out a mug.

[Wulf]

He takes the notebook and writes for a while. After several minutes, he hands back the book to the man. The note reads:
I used to be in a group call the seven sword lords, back in a place called Legendara. We used to be the peacekeepers of the land, and we did a very decent job of doin so. But only a year after joining, something happend and for some reason, the group i fought alongside all that time turned on me on the accusation that i attacked one of them. I ran for sveral days, and wen i stopped to fight them in a foggy feild, something happend and i blacked out. After that, i woke up here bleeding, battered and bruised. Thats pretty much the big picture... and thank you very much for the room, i shall repay you in the futrue somehow, and thank you for the drink, but i dont drink alchohol. So, in a sense, these "jove's", they are trying to kill all the non-human breeds? What for? Back where i come from, they were very noble people and for the most part looked up upon as great leaders to society...

[ziglerrobertson]

Zigler had been making rounds at the full tables when the messenger had stomped in and made his announcement. The men at the table, which was comprised of an elf, a dwarf, and three humans, Zigler was serving hastily began discussing it, as did those from several other tables. Suddenly one of them touches Zigler's arm as he's about to leave with a tray full of empty mugs.

"What do you intend to do good sir?" the man asks.

"I will go," replies Zigler,"fer I do not like the Jovians, and I've heard some interesting tales about this realm called Dunland." Suddenly rethinking his words the Inn Keeper adds, "Don't worry ye-selves, the bar will still be open while I be away."

The man nods his thanks and understanding, then returns to the conversation with his fellows. as Zigler heads back to the bar he drops one off the dirty mugs with Aki and picks up the two clean ones. The Inn Keeper nods to the both of them as he continues on his way.

Meanwhile, beneath their feet in the basement, the green crystal's brilliance increases momentarily and the Lich's pain mounts as the crystal forcefully reopens all the wounds caused the night before.

[Giggles "Adguin"]

"Arrrrrrgggghhhhhh!!!" echoes through the basement. Just as his wounds had fully 'healed' he felt them open again.

His mask was shattered yet again and he could swear that the blows and cuts he received, happened exactly in the ordered they were delivered.

With the pain he also felt a small amount of pleasure. He wasn't sure why, but he took what he could get.

He looked at the orb above him and silently cursed at himself for not being able to figure out the magic that caused him such agony!

[Fuuma Kyosuke]

Soon after the man with the Defenders of the Land heraldry leaves, the door opens again. This time, a tall man in the red and black of the Fuuma enters, and as he does the shadows themselves seem to cling to him. A red mask covers his nose and cheek bones as he looks around the tavern. He is followed by a young woman, looking uncomfortable in her attire, a very similar, very modest version of the mans. Different though is the fact that she is unmistakeably Jovian, a moderate sized woman with long blond hair.

As the man looks about before his eyes rest on Storm. He approaches the Shogunate member and offers a bow, motioning for the Jovian woman to repeat his gesture. The serious look on his face then becomes a faint smile, "Fuuma Akaruri-Arashi-san. The Fortunes must truly bless me to be in the presence of my Honored Brother so soon after my return."

[Stubbie]

Jherdar sat his stone down and leaned back, stretching his muscles. It'd been a good day, close to 4 feet of wall laid. Wandering over to the water bucket, he took the dipper and took several deep swallows.

He was about to go back at it when his companions began talking of a human they saw heading for the inn... Cedric's Inn. By the heraldry they described on his shield; Stubz thought this could get interesting.

'Ey, Capt'um. 'Tis close ta dark ana'way, howz 'bout we call'it a day?" The foreman looks up to the sky, just now touching on dusk, giving Jherdar an unconvinced look. "Oiy....the firs' round is on meh?" "'Ey why didn' ya say so!? Leggo bhoys!"

After washing up, the small group headed for Cedric's. Passing the human warrior on the way; asking him to explain what he was talking about. The rest of the dwarves headed on into the tavern as Stubbie listened to the warrior. Thanking him, promising his support on the field; Stubz made his way into the Inn.

Walking through the doorway, Stubbie bellows

"'EEEEYYYYY ZZZIIIIGGGGGGYYYYY.... If they're less'en 5 foot'all an fights like a bull, I'm buyin'em a round!"

Jherdar wanders over to the table with his dwarven crew; nodding a greeting to Ake and his strangely masked companion on teh way. Flipping a stool over to the table, Stubbie sits down, preparing to tell a tale taller than his drinking pals....then he notices the blond in red.

Yelling at teh Barkeep and gesturing at the blonde "'Ey Brother Zigler, why ain't that one on a table yet?

[Tsukasa]

A young samurai wearing green and yellow walks into the inn and sits at a table by himself. He looks like a lot is on his mind. He scans the room and notices the man in red and black from a distance. Something about him reminds him of his homeland of Rokugan, but he can't be sure why he does. He then notices the man that helped him the last time he was in. Being content that his surroundings are safe, he reaches into his bag and pulls out a few scrolls and starts to read them.

[Sir Storm Brightblade]

Storm looks up as more guests enter the Inn. But the one who sticks out most is the one in red and black wearing a mask. Storm stands up and bows to fellow Fuuma.

"Greetings to you as well Kyoske-kun," Storm said taking his brother into an embrace, "it has been quite some time since I have seen you after you left."

He sits Kyoske down and retreats behind the bar and rumages about for a few minutes. After finding what he was looking for he pulled out two small drinking dishes and a bottle of sake that he had reserved for the oriental he saw walking through. He acknowledges Jherdar.

"Hey Stubbie! You know where the good stuff is, you don't need either me or Uncle to get it for you. Go get it yourself!"

He walks away brings the sake back to the table and pours the two some of the rice wine. After taking his first sip he sees the girl standing there.

"Well where are your manners Kyoske? Having the woman not sit down with you?" said Storm flabergasted.

[Wulf]

After the man leaves his table, he puts away his small notebook, and pulls out a third book, this one being the newest of the three books. He immediatly starts to write down any information on the two people he just met. The one in newer clothes and the one who sat with him could possibly be future allies, so he writes down their description under a section marked off as "allies".

After wards, he starts to look around the room, to see what other patrons may wish to converse with him, as he needed a new tutor to learn more about this world.

[Tsukasa]

Tsukasa put away the scroll that he was reading. As he grab his sumi-e, some parchment but before he starts writing, he notices a strange man with a sliver mask looking around. Tsukasa notices Storm talking to the the other samurai. Tsukasa decide to try to gather some information and tries to wave on of the servents over.

[Stubbie]

Smiling while grumbling something about such terrible service around the place, Stubbie retrieves 5 mugs and filled them with back-shelf ale. Purposely taking the long way to Ake's side, Stubbie drops a stack of silver coins at his elbow.

"'Ey Lass, thar's more'en that stack in it fer ye if ya stop by table 11!"

A great gwaf escaped his mouth as he made his way back to the group