(Drunken Fish) The party of all parties (closed)

[Daniel Alecson]

Daniel was absorbed with his writing when his concentration was broken by the startled scream of pain from a woman. Daniel stopped writing, pulling his quill from the paper and setting it down on the table. Looking up he saw a man, that either hadn't been here earlier or he hadn't noticed when he walked in. The man was about a head shorter then Daniel and built a little heavier, he looked a little dirty, like one who didn't take very good care of himself. The most disturbing thing about this man wasn't that he looked a like a criminal it was that he had the arm of one of the ladies of the establisment pinned down, in a most painful looking manner. Daniel's eyes narrowed as the man, these women might be whores but they were not warriors, there was no reason to be violent with them. Daniel grabed his swords and tucked them back into his belt as he watched the man walk to the opposite corner, to a rather frightened looking woman.

Picking up his quill Daniel, dipped it back into the vial and began writing again. As of yet Daniel wouldn't do anything about the man, he had stopped his most vulgar display and moved on. Daniel was however prepared should this man start any trouble, till then though Daniel would continue to go about his business. A few moments later the serving woman from earlier returned with a kettle of steaming water. She placed it on the table along with a mug, where his blades had been sitting earlier. Daniel reached into his pack and pulled out a rather well filled coin-pouch, turning back to the woman.

"How much do I owe, for the water", Daniel said his earlier tone of polite civility returning. He opened the pouch, ready to pay however much was requested, he'd never been one for haggling.

"Cade has promised to cover the expenses of all the patrons tonight", the serving woman said, her tone much more subdued then before. She seemed almost afraid that Daniel would follow the example of the rather brutish fellow from earlier.

"Which one is Cade?" Daniel said cracking his brow in a questioning glance. She pointed to the rather large man Daniel had noticed when he first walked in.

"For your trouble", Daniel said pulling two copper mizas from his coin pouch and placing them on the table for the woman. Daniel then cinched up the coin pouch and put it back in his pack, making sure to bury it near the middle of the pack.

"Well thanks sugar", the woman said beaming, as Daniel put away his coin pouch. Daniel nodded and went digging into his rucksack as the waitress walked away, Daniel pulled a handfull of tea leaves from a small package in his rucksack and dropped it into the kettle. Daniel went back to his writing as he let the tea leaves seep.

[Fallon Dawn]

Already onto her second ale, Fallon couldn’t stop giggling. Sometimes quietly, sometimes loudly. She was a quiet a sight, but she didn’t give a shyke tonight. Lightweight as she was, she was already beyond the point of having just a buzz. But this was Sunberthian ale, as well. Fallon watched the party unfold from her spot on the less crowded side of the bar. More people had arrived, adding to the throng. She spotted Cade again and stumbled her way over to him, nearly losing her balance more than once. “Hey, Cade!” she greeted him with a big grin. “Quite the party. You think you can pay for it all?” Her words were starting to slur together a little and she took another gulp of her ale, wincing at the bite. But her smile bounced back immediately. “This stuff is great! I feel great! Why hadn’t I got drunk before this? I must be an idiot.” she rambled quickly, talking to herself more than the Myrian. Then she paused, noticing another man by them for the first time. "I don't know you." Fallon informed him bluntly, watching him curiously, assessing. She took in his black hair and maroon eyes, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. Then she stuck out her free hand. "I'm Dawn. Who are you?" OOCThere seems to be no posting order, so I'm just going to jump in again. Sorry if it's horrid.

[Ana Sol Starris]

There were motions towards the bar, a man had twisted a waitresses arm into a painful looking position and her startled scream was what took her attention off her silent plans. His mouth moved but she could not make out what he had said. Anas eyes flicked back to the writer, he had made a movement on his table as if clearing space for one of the waitresses to set a kettle down, then her eyes flicked back to the man who for some odd reason was coming straight to her. Eying him with distrust, then eyes flicked to the door, what should I do, then to the bar, I could make a detour there and then to the writer again, but I want his stuff then to the two darker haired men to be avoided at the front of the bar, unless of course I start the commotion, back to the man in front of her, this gits asking for it, she thought to herself, examining him and his items quickly, but not long enough to be noticed she had taken in account what he could possibly have on him. Weapons were always a given even if hidden, no one was stupid enough to walk into Sunberth unarmed (again dismissing the fact she too had walked in unarmed her first day.)

His words only put her more on edge for noticing her scanning the area from her darker corner "as a matter of fact, I am, and it seems to have already found me" she placed a hint of sarcasm in her voice, along with frustration, for gods sakes could she get a break from trouble coming to her? Though, he was being courtious and polite even after the little mishap with the waitress. Pulling her hood closer around her head to hide her face and giving him a slight smile from under it "I'm sorry, where's my manners, sir. Why don't you sit down for a bit, and if I may ask, could you get a waitresses attention? I'm a bit shy, and they seem to not notice me as you have" requesting politely and truthfully. Ana could use this idiot and the truth always threw people off gaurd as shes noticed recently.

The waitresses certainly didn't seem to notice her in the corner or they had simply been too busy with the burly men in the rest of the tavern to care for a small git such as herself. If there was free food, she was too afraid of getting mistaken for a waitress or prositute to go back up to the bar for the items again. Having of almost gotten lost in the sea of men around the bar eagerly going for every drink they could earlier. For now, Anas attention was on who was in front of her and it would stay that way till he got out of her way or when she shot a plan in motion. Of course, if she could bring herself to do it.

The small theif patted the spot in front of her on the table, signalling she was fine with him joining her. As apart of her grand escape scheme, she'd come out of this with something other than her life.

OOC :

Yeah, Cade said we can post randomly if I remember correctly from chat. I hope he and Mok jump back in soon. :/ Not meant to be rushing.

[Cade]

The crowd was overwhelming and this was exactly what the barbarian needed. Cade gave his cousin a man hug for his show of support and the gifts he brought with him. He looked upon the human steaks and only grinned " Cousin, I will not be dining on such flesh this night" He patted him on the shoulder in apology before skulling his mug of ale. This was a night for the berthian barbarian to make new friends, recruit more souls to fight in his cause and form a much larger family, all brothers and sisters at arms.

Before he could order his next round, another man or what he thought was a man approached them. He had no sense of threat as his hand never ventured close to the hilt of his sword or dagger as he came into reach.

"By the time this is over, we will be great comrades." The stranger paused letting the words sink into Cade "What is the occasion for celebration?" he question taking position beside Mok.

Though finding this man a bit strange Cade placed a strong grip but friendly grip upon his shoulder " In this day and age one could never have enough friends...... especially when one has many enemies wishing to squash one's ambitions" The barbarian answered Xavier hoping he would pick up on the hinted tone when he mentioned friends. In this city friends meant manpower, weapon hands and other such likes.

Cade's focus upon the stranger before him was broken as he found such a flesh he would like to dine on this night perching herself at the bar. A girl with copper brunette hair and delicious skin forced the lustful barbarian to lick his lips with possibilities and imagination. He was just about to act upon his animal instincts when the smashed Fallon Dawn stumbled into him, taking his predatorily focus off target.

The half blood myrian wasn't gonna let one of his members get in the way of possible tail, so he quickly gave the little dawn a kiss upon the head, a sign of protection and belonging " Fallon, you gonna have to excuse me, I believe Mok and this man here could entertain you. Something has caught my eye". With that he marched passed them all spreading the crowd with ease, knocking a man to the ground with his shoulder... the sailor seeing who it was took no offence. Cade approached Aleka from her side well with in her peripheral vision. A observation the barbarian could see was that the beauty was packing some serious steel on her and from the build of her body she seemed to be well tuned to hard labour or the warriors life. Either way Cade wasn't gonna take the chance in getting stabbed... at least not tell he made a pass.

Cade got to her side, his svefra blue eyes locked into her own crystal blue hues that reminded him of his mother and her people. " I could not help but notice you " Was all the barbarian could come up with, for the brute was use to just paying for what he wanted or taking it by force. The whole wooing and seduction was a new field of challenge for the brute.

[Aleka]

Aleka had sat in silence, well as silent as one could get in a bar full of drunken sailors, thieves and wenches trying to move about them without having a hand shoved up their skirts. And that is why I’ll never be caught dead in one of those pillow cases The mix-blooded pirate lass thought as she watched one of the sailors literally grab one of the waitresses whose name seemed to be Molly at least from what Aleka could make out from the two’s conversation. “Colom you know you can’t do that without paying.” Molly said clearly playing hard to get as she chuckled and playfully slapped at the sailor’s hand. The sailor who she had called Colom, just continued to try and get his hand up under her skirt which was proving to be difficult given the wench was mostly sitting on it so that it was tucked around and under her legs. “Aww come on Molly that big tree trunk over there is paying so why don’t you put that try down and come ride the mast.” That ended up with the sailor being slapped of course as Molly went off to serve other more ‘polite’ customers among the crowd. The Svefra looking woman just rose more of her dinner to her mouth while trying not to noticeably laugh at the sailor who was now rubbing his clearly stinking cheek like some wounded puppy whimpering because someone had smacked its rear end for whining too much. Alas because her eyes were focused more on the little amusing side show, Aleka didn’t notice the man that was approaching her until she got that unnerving feeling that someone was a bit too close for her liking. You see Aleka didn’t like feeling like she was trapped in a cage or some underground hole and well that was thanks to her past, but that was a tale for another time. Her hand shot to her weapon of choice’s hilt as she turned to look at the brute and realized he was the one that was paying for this party. Typical, probably thinks just cause he’s paying all the women in here have to lay down and spread their legs for him. Sorry boyo not this woman. “Well two mizas for you being able to see still, I doubt anyone else in this place could say that by now… thanks to you of course. Oh thanks for the food and drink… now was there something I could help you with before one of the wenches decides to repay you for the bounty you have clearly brought into the tavern tonight?” It was clear anything with Aleka wasn’t going to be easy… then again the woman had been fighting since she could remember so why make things easy for others?

[Carina]

OOC : I'm sorry this post is a bit lengthy; its my first post since returning from my disappearance last year Which means I'm also sorry if the post doesn't flow very well, or if its very wordy, or if its repetitive.... AKA I might be a bit rusty >.< After Carina's departure, more then one season ago, she had finally found herself returning to Suberth. And although the cold chill of winter had set in, making the time of her arrival less then perfect, she was pleased to find herself in a place that she could call home. Or something like one. To her surprise, not much had changed since the summer other then the temperature and the falling snow. And perhaps her comrades could say the same about her too. She still wore the cloak she had left Sunberth with, granted, it had quite a bit more wear on it now. A hole here, and a tear there. And she still wore the hood over her head, typical of her; perhaps a habit? Under her cloak and clothes she was a mite dirty, and her skin damp with perspiration, leaving her feeling gross and unpresentable. Followed by her hair, matted with sweat and dirt, tucked up under her hood, she looked like the typical dirty traveler, unimportant at he most. During the journey, she didn't spend too much time worrying about her personal appearance; the point was to stay low key, and her current state helped her accomplish just that. But now that she had reached her destination, a place to rest her head and clean up was what she desired most. Thus, the Drunken Fish was her next stop. An unfamiliar place to say the least, but a place she could clean up. And in the back of her mind she wandered, or perhaps hoped, that she would find a familiar face to welcome her back. When she realized that she actually missed the members of the Crimson Edge, her companions, it caught her off guard. She hadn't thought about them much during her travels, keeping her mind on other things, but now that she was back, the thought of them seemed to have hit a cord of emotion that she rarely felt. But after checking herself over and having the smell of her own body assaulted her nose she let out a quiet sigh of annoyance. Her breath visible in the cold. Before she could go looking for anybody she knew, she really needed to get herself cleaned up. With the familiarity of Sunberth's streets came the return of her thoughts of habit and a desire for her life to return to its normal happenings. Walking down the snow covered streets of Sunberth, she was careful to test the ground in front of her lest she accidentally step into a covered pitfall. In some places where the melted snow gathered, the road had turned to a bone chilling slush. And besides the equally freezing breeze moving through the city and the crunch of snow, it was as if the layer it created had canceled out all noise from the desolate streets. At least until she neared the Drunken Fish where a drunk elderly man stumbled out of the front door. As he shuffled past Carina, the smell of alcohol was strong on his breath. Carina stopped for a moment, standing and taking in the site of the tavern. If her memory served her well, then she hadn't been to this one in particular, not yet at least. It looked welcoming enough though; with the warm light of fire glowing from the inside out. It was comforting and calming. Outside was peaceful, but as she drew near the tavern, the sound of singing could be heard. Judging from the off tune, out of time, and slur to the voices, they were all most certainly drunk. At least the musicians kept the right tone, though she wandered how long that would last... Regardless, the laughter that reverberated off the walls was proof enough that everybody seemed to be having a good time. All these elements combined created an atmosphere that both energized her and made her smile. Feeling as though she had waited long enough, Carina walked at a slow pace towards the entrance of the tavern. Taking in a deep breath to pace herself for the merriment that was sure to greet her, she pushed the door open just enough for her to slip in mostly unnoticed. Once inside, she quickly took her place off to the side; allowing her a chance to take in the surroundings and types of people participating in the apparent celebration. As she had guessed, the party was in full swing, everybody doing their best to satiate their carnal instincts. This kind of scene, was her scene. One where people let down their minds guard and unwittingly followed any proposal offered. Like dogs to meat or cats to cat nip. What surprised her was how busy the bar was. Sure most anybody would want to drink and be merry, but not just anybody could afford it. Especially in a place like Sunberth. But to see the bar packed with patrons demanding drinks left and right, and keeping the bartender overwhelmed to the point that he seemed panicked, was strange. Looking around the room, she couldn't help but wonder what exactly everybody was excited about. Typically, unless something really good had happened, taverns were a rather mellow place. Give or take a happy drunk or two. She might have went up to get a drink herself, but it was simply too crowded to even get near enough to order anything, let alone sit down to enjoy it. Now that she was finally back, the last thing she wanted to do was get pushed around by a mob of impatient drunkards. And while the bar was out of the question until everybody passed out, she decided she would still try to maneuver herself over near the barmaids; hopefully they could get a room set up for her. But soon after pushing her way into the crowds of people, she caught a whiff of strong body odors, not unlike her own. At least she wasn't the only one that smelt less then pleasant. Which also helped to keep any unwanted attention away from her. 'This is what you call, blending in,' she thought to herself, holding back a chuckle. Every now and again she would glance around the room haphazardly; wandering if she might spot somebody she knew. But with so many people occupying even this large of a space, it was like looking over a sea of faces, not one standing out more then the other. With her eyes wandering, so did her attention, leaving her open for a collision with a drunk man. Upon contact each of them stumbled backwards in an effort to regain their balance. She was successful, him, not so much as he fell back on his bottom... Even though she had recovered just fine, when she was forced back, so was the hood she wore over her head. Revealing her dirty hair and face. And before she had a chance to re-conceal herself, she felt two hairy arms wrap around hers and start pulling to the left, then the right. A group of drunks had started a sloppy line dance, and she was caught in the middle, catching her off guard. Tonight didn't seem to be her night. While at first she couldn't help but stumble along, tripping over her own feet, eventually she started having fun. After getting a feel for the strange rhythm they all seemed to be following, she was at least able to keep pace without almost falling over. Through all the jumping and swaying, she could have sworn that she had heard some familiar voices close by. More specifically, Cade's and Mok's. Or perhaps she was imagining it? The voices sounding from behind her, she quickly noticed that she had bumped into somebody, inadvertently breaking her free from the line dance. Turning around to get a glimpse of who exactly it was, her eyes were met with the pleasant surprise of Mok and Fallon directly behind her. Cade had already walked over to the lady at the bar. The two of them seemed to be in good spirits, especially Fallon who looked to be enjoying the party just as much as everybody else. Seeing them sent a bolt of excitement through her entire body, bringing a warm smile to her features. A more inward reaction was how quickly her heart beat had picked up and the butterflies she felt fill her stomach. The reality of being 'home' finally sinking in. Standing in silence for a moment, she wasn't sure what to say first, and in the end the only words that escaped her lips were, "I'm back... I've finally come back."

[Idony]

What was Idony? She was a pale little thing. Her long jet black coloured hair came to shoulder blade length. Her eyes jet black. That was always the thing that astounded her mother. Her father died when she was young. The only parental figure she had was her ma’. Her ma’ taught her how to fish, skin, hunt and cook. She knew all her basic survival skills. Though, her father was of the copper skinned folk. A Chaktawe, her ma’ had always told her she fell in love with him a long time ago. The only thing she seemed to have inherited from her da’ was his hair and his eyes. She had the features and beauty from her ma. Her ma’ was a human. Idony relished in the heat, she felt at home there. Her feet never scorched by the sun. Yet her dark hair was usually braided. Her ma’ braided it for her. Idony had found that she could drink water, and not need it for hours, no. Days even. She had learnt all this on her own, of course she never told her ma’ she guessed all of this was from her da’.

Idony was unsure how she had come across this tavern. Her ma’ had told her not to be out late. They were travelling, heading back to the deserts. She felt at home there. Her ma’ on the other hand never did like the heat. Idony was born and raised in the heat. Wrapping around Idonys small petite figure was a white cloth that seemed to cover her most vital areas. The lower half of her cloth covered her from the waist down to her knees. Baring her muscled legs from all the walking, and running she did during her life. From her shoulders draped the other half of her white cloth. Baring her back to her onlookers and covering her breasts, hiding their curves. Her black eyes scanned the tavern now. The leather soles of her shoes plodded on the ground, she heard a male bellow drinks were on the house. Of course, she had no idea what that meant.

Making her way to the bar she pushed forward. Her hands nestled on the counter. The barkeep eyed her curiously and she smiled back. A rue smile, he seemed confused.

“Water?” She asked politely

“Is that it?” He responded sharply.

Idony raised an eyebrow and nodded her head. Had no one ever ordered water in this tavern before? She thought her water choice was a very good one at that. It had been two days since she had drunk any water. Her ma’ had been using the rationed water they had. She of course, thanks to her da’ did not need any. She waited for the gentleman to come back with her drink, he did she took the drink allowed the cold, wet liquid to drench her lips. Allowing her thirst to take over she downed the drink. Placing the empty glass on the counter she turned around, the musk mixture smell disorientating at first, she could smell the mixture of alcohol and sweat and it made her sick. She had never been in this kind of environment before. Her ma’ never usually let her, she was too overprotective of her little ‘dony.

[Ikbin Vorgesetzter]

Ikbin smiled to himself at the what the woman had said about trouble finding her and thought That all depends on you, now, doesn't it? He sat down to her right where she had indicated keeping himself keenly aware of where she placed her hands and in which direction her eyes swiflty darted. In response to her asking about the waitress he said.

"I don't think I could do that, even if I wanted to. . . friend" He spoke the last word with an upward inflection, trying to get across that he wasn't out to intentionally harm her.

"Surely, you played witness to what just happened? I fear that if I approached another one, Mr. Swords and Quill will see fit to do something about it. I'll just signal the Tavern Keeper and you can tell him what you want. My name is Ikbin, by the way, Ikbin Vorgesetzter. I mean you no harm unless you continue to eye what little possessions I have left, and in fact, I have a proposition for you."

As he spoke the last word he signaled for the Tavern Keeper to come over and as he did he said to him, "Sir, this lady would like your assistance."

The burly Tavern Keeper then looked expectantly at the creamy haired woman, waiting for her to respond. . . .

[Mok]

oocXavior, PM me about our conversation, we should play it out in the chat so we can continue on with the pace of this thread. If you rather not, feel free to post of course.

Taking his place at the bar, Mok chowed down on his tender ribs as he guzzled ale down. The human flesh was succulent in the myrian's mouth. He ate as fast as he could, filling his stomach to the brink. Even though he had left his home years ago his cannibalistic urges still followed him where ever he traveled. It was a shame Cade had lost his appetite for the flesh; too many years away from Taloba. No matter though. Sunberth was now his home, even though the city was full of vile pieces of human shit.

As expected, men and women alike cheered for Cade and gave him their many thanks. The half-blood warrior was too busy enjoying his food and drink to bother with such people. One voice in particular caught his ear though. Flipping his shoulders around, Mok saw there was a man standing near him. The man had spoken about being great comrades. The myrian usually ignored such words, but this guy was different. He was strange looking. White hair adorned with violet colored horns? Who was this guy? His unnatural colored skin was apparent to Mok as well. Licking his lips the cannibal mused how this guy would taste. Would he be thick and fat like the myrian flesh he so longed to eat again? Or was the man like the mundane human flesh he had been eating? This was insane! What the hell was this thing? A sudden surge in Mok made him want to grill the meat right off the guy's bone.

"Who are you? What's going on with you?" Mok asked blatantly, ignoring the man's previous words and pointing at his face. The myrian meant no hostility, he was just curious. Mok continued to talk to the Ethaefal, chowing down and drinking ale at the same time.

~~~

Time passed and Mok had finished his meal and was feeling great. The party was going splendidly so far. Everyone was happy and no violence had erupted. Wait, what the hell was the savage warrior thinking? It couldn't be a great night unless the myrian got a little bloodied. All in good time though; the powder keg would eventually explode.

The most unexpected thing happened next: Carina appeared out of thin air. Mok dropped his mug of ale, spilling it all on the floor. The myrian completely forgot about his conversation with Xavior. At the moment Carina was more important. The myrian's former companion had finally returned to Sunberth. Her smooth curves and strong beautiful face were just as he remembered. Something was different though, but the warrior couldn't put his finger on it.

"Carina!" Mok's face lit up after the initial shock of seeing her, "Welcome back Carina!" The myrian slide his arm around her waist and brought her in close. His grip on her was strong yet comforting. Carina was one of the only women in Sunberth that Mok had a lot of respect for, save the female members Crimson Edge of course.

"Don't bother worrying about telling me the story of your journey. For now we must drink and be merry," Mok whispered in her ear as he poured a glass a whiskey and handed it to her.

The myrian motioned to the barkeep for a pipe and some pulp. The tavern manager obliged and brought it out of from under the table. Listening to Carina and those talking about him, he loaded the leaflets into the bowl as one would some tobacco. Then Mok lit the pipe, puffed on it, and inhaled the smoke. Holding in the smoke as long as he could, he exhaled and passed the piece to his left.

Red = Myrian
Bold = Common

[Ana Sol Starris]

Watching him, Anas eyes never leaving him for a second he was acting way too friendly for her taste. Though she did just invite him, she suspected something from him. Keeping her elbows on the sides of the chair, with her fingers interlocked in front of her waist she watched him watch her. The light smile still on her face, even though she had terrible social skills with others. Ana knew she had to be polite and that was the extent of her knowledge dealing with people. His statement though, turned her smile into a complitative frown having of just called her a friend.

Wanting to correct him for the mistake, he was not a friend nor did she consider him as one. Merely a body that held valuables or money, or a tool, yes a tool was a better term. His inflection didn't go unnoticed though, but still she remained on gaurd but took into account to not be hasty with him. Only to be cautious of his movements and actions. What he had said next made her grin "I did notice, it was hard not to sir" she pointed out, moving to play with the pin on her cloak and tightening it up while scanning the tavern quick "her voice was rather pained" she muttered.

His name though, Ikbin? She looked up at him as he continued on, what he had said prooved her fears of being noticed. The whole time she stayed quiet, staring at him with a dubious expression and then it switched to annoyance as the bar tender came over. Giving him also the same smile then gestured over to Ikbin "I believe this sir would like some of your finest," she told him, not exactly knowing what it meant but what Ana had observed beforehand that the phrase brought drink and made men especially predictable "and then a few loaves of bread, and some sliced cheese, please." Still ever the polite one then paused, looked unsure at him "it is on the house, right?" Questioning both him and herself, the confidence beginning to wash out.

The tavern keeper looked at her "It's all on Cade tonight, is that all?" He asked, as he looked between the most unlikely two, making a gesture towards Cade.

Anas uncertainty turned to a relieved smile "yes, thankyou" she said as the bar keeper began giving orders to the waitresses. Now she knew who had the money, and to remember him. Ana looked at Ikbin though, he was becoming an unescessary wall to her plans. She would have to think quick on her feet if she was going to get out of this. With attention focused on him, she wondered what his proposal could be "what do you mean by proposal?" She asked him quietly, her interest evident at what this man would say. One of the waitresses came over with the food and drink, setting it on the table and then hurrying off before something bad happened to her like her sister.

There was a ghost of a smile on Anas face, she was thrilled to have just ordered someone to do something. Albeit they were meant to be given orders for food, she hadn't done it unless she had the money which was almost never. It took her a few moments but she finally realized he had given her his name but she hadn't done vice versa, her face fell slightly to watch him carefully as she pushed the drink towards him "I would be Ana, just Ana" she grinned lightly, "please, I have no interest in the drink- only the food" again being the truthful git, she didn't trust the drink if she was to shoot a plan.