Closed [Rearing Stallion] Good night for a brawl?

[Shiress]

Spring 513AV 66th Day Darkness began to settle across the city as Shiress walked along the road. After a quick homecoming to refresh herself, the barmaid headed back to The Rearing Stallion and her companion. Her long, auburn hair swayed softly in the evening's gentle breeze as her form moved in and out of the flickering torchlight, it's dim efforts illuminating the short path that would lead her back to the tavern. Finally reaching her destination, the girl pulled the door open to thunderous laughter and mingling voices. Stepping through the doorway, her solemn expression quickly changed to a surprised one, the tavern was much more crowded, not to mention louder, than she had left it only half bell or so earlier. Her green eyes scanned the noisy room, searching the mass of patrons for the face of her awaiting company. Moving further into the tavern, her sight, at length, fell on the familiar chestnut colored hair of one blacksmith sitting alone at a corner table. She stepped away from the entrance, bobbing and weaving herself through the milling mass of patrons, stopping half way to place her order for an ale before approaching her friend with a smile. "Hadyn, glad I found you." She said, glancing around as she took her seat. "I've not seen the Stallion with standing room only in quite sometime." Shiress flashed the waiter a smile as her ale was placed on the table. Wasting no time, she lifted the mug and took a good sized gulp settling back into her chair. "Mmm." She hummed, recalling a thought and forcing the ale down her throat. Her hand plunged into her front pocket then extended the length of the table to present the blacksmith with a small, contorted golden band that rested in her palm. "Thank you for your offer to mend it for me, I'd trust no other with the little thing, means a lot to me as you know. And I best give it to you now, cause if I still know my friend, I'm liable to forget by the nights end." She said grinning. Fair warningKnights are everywhere at anytime and own everything! Mind your coin purse...and the tank!

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn Skellig had been nursing the mug of ale for half a bell, watching the crowd grow. The Stallion was in the midst of one of its rare busy periods, looking more akin to the Coin with folk shuffling around and booze flowing freely - the potential for trouble imminent. For her part the blacksmith was keeping a relatively low profile considering the previous night's turmoil. Having had to pull her coworker, a very drunk very irate Yorick from beating a man to a pulp, Hadyn was not looking for any more physical altercations. But the crowd tonight seemed particularly rowdy, which left the woman somewhat on edge, her awareness of the surroundings heightened. But her mood lightened significantly when she caught an auburn head moving through the denizen toward her. The brunette gave Shiress a warm smile when the girl finally made it to her corner table. Hadyn nodded to the empty seat which the girl took, followed quickly by a barmaid with ale. The brunette hastily ordered a second drink and directed her attention to Shiress once more. Receiving the precious piece of jewelry the blacksmith nodded knowingly, tucking the ring into an unseen pocket located beneath her breasts. The tunic she wore tonight was darker shade of charcoal, the stitching of the hidden pocket nearly indiscernible, especially in this poor lighting. A belt sat comfortably at her hips, slung at an angle. Her britches were visible where the tunic ended mid-thigh, only to be swallowed up by sturdy knee-length boots. "It won't be a problem," the woman replied with a grin, finishing the last of her ale. "Glad y'made it here. Had to fight two drunks and a Knight to keep that chair for you." Hadyn winked at the girl as another mug of ale was brought. Tossing the maid a coin, the woman wrapped a hand around the vessel, her eyes watching the crowd carefully. Tucking a strand of hair into the loose plait, the blacksmith returned her attention to Shiress. "Must be a full moon tonight. The Stallion hasn't seen this much action in a season."

[Azcadelia]

Azcadelia Rosan

The night continued to creep over the inhabitants and the city itself. Torches went up along the walkways to dimly light the pathways to various places. Night. The darkness in itself couldn't mask the pale, redheaded woman that was Azcadelia. There was she trotting through the halfly paved walkways, her slippers dancing across the cobble and dirt. Beggars rang out nearby, huddling near a fire in an alley close by. The day had been good to Azcadelia. Everything had been going as planned and after a good bought of singing her in apartment it was time to waltz through the streets of Syliras in the dead of the night.

Except the night wasn't as deep as previously thought. People were flocking through the streets, more towards the Stallion than any other hotspot in the city. It looked as if the Stallion was going to burst with drunk patrons by the people squashed up against the windows of the establishment. "That's interesting," she said, out loud to herself hoping others didn't hear. Her waltz was stopped cold as she tried to investigate what was so interesting about the Stallion on this time of night. It was hard to decode the speech and slurs of those who had left the Stallion, going home, drunk, to their wives and children. Trying to resist the urge to walk closer failed her as curiosity overtook the maiden, forward she marched.

The Stallion's windows came into clearer view. There were men and women of all shapes and sizes bobbing about inside the Stallion bolstering doors. The tables were completely booked and the entrance was clogged - only two way traffic was left, those that were coming in and those going out, hopefully with their guts intact. However the gap between the two lanes was enough for Azcadelia's slim frame to intrude and thus, she did.

Once inside her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the tavern as she adjusted and dusted off her tunic's cloth. She had chosen to wear a midnight blue tunic to further blend with the creeping night - slippers to match. "It sure is busy in here," she muttered, half annoyed by the loudness of the man on the other side of the room. "I wish he'd shut up." And he did, a loud slapping came from that direction followed by hearty laughter. This caused her to groan at the short lived pseudo-silence.

Eyes now adjusted to the ugly landscape that was the Stallion she began to scan for persons of interest. Almost immediately hey eyes landed on the tell tale head that was Shiress; a friend that she hadn't spoken to in what seemed like ages. Azcadelia's jade gaze flickered to the woman beside Shiress. It was a head that she hadn't grown accustomed to seeing. "Who is that woman?" she queried before taking bounds towards the table that the two women were seated at. With a weaving and telling off of a drunken suitor she finally made it to the table, inches behind Shiress. Deciding to seem childish and friendly she went towards her and covered her eyes with the palms of her hands, muttering 'guess who' in the hair that covered her ear.

"Pleasant seeing you here Shiress," she exclaimed, taking her hands from Shiress's eyes and going and searching for a seat seeing as there weren't any at the table. In her search she noticed the other woman and recognized her face. "Ah, and you too, Haydn, darling," she said, half smiling. A man at a nearby table leaped up to display with his arms how big of a fish he had caught and that's when Azcadelia sneakily snatched the chair from beneath the man and placed it at the table, so that she could see both Shiress and Haydn's faces. "Why in the Gods is the Stallion so busy this day?" she asked, honestly pondering why in seven hells would this many people be at the Stallion.

[Varus]

Varus slid his way into the tavern before the door closed. The loud chatter caused Varus to look around confused. This place was so packed he couldn't even see the other end of it. He smiled a toyish grin and began weaving his way between people, going in between their legs and under tables. He made his way to an open table and pulled himself up into the seat. He sighed, everything here was so tall. One of the barmaids made her way over to him and asked "What will it be?" He looked at her and said "Um. What do you have?" The barmaid giggled and said "Ill just bring you an ale." The pycon nodded and looked around the room, there was a lot of people who peaked his interest. Over in the corner we're two females, with a third talking to one of them. He wondered what they were saying and what brought them to this place. The barmaid brought over a mug of ale and Varus handed her the one silver miza and looked at the oddly colored liquid. He took it in his hands and tilted it so it flowed into his mouth. He pushed it back up and swallowed, making a weird face. He made a bleh sound before taking another sip.

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri "La la la~ La la la la~♪" The translucent figure of a little girl flying through Syliras City could be seen that night, humming a rather cheerful song with her high-pitched beautiful singing voice. "Hm hm hm~♪" She was flying in a particular area of the city, specifically near the all-too-familiar Rearing Stallion tavern. "Huh?" Kouri stopped in mid-air and looked down when a commotion catches her eye. From the looks of it, many people were visiting the Stallion tonight indicated by the crowd of various men and women entering the tavern. Hmmm... I wonder what's going on there? She tilted her head in curiosity. Sure the Stallion was usually crowded, but not this crowded. Her child-like curiosity got the better of her and she flew nearer the tavern. Wait... Hmmm~ She suddenly stopped again, a figurative light-bulb appeared on her head. She wanted to do something extraordinary, something that was rarely, if ever, happened. Something that was connected with a dynamic entrance. "Ehehe~" She mischievously giggled and floated diagonally upwards. Kouri phased through the stone walls and ceilings and directly positioned herself above the Rearing Stallion. Then she... "Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~♪" The haunting happy giggle of a ghost girl echoed in the tavern as Kouri dropped down from her location and entered the tavern by phasing through its ceiling. Her very long ethereal white hair billowing upwards and she held down her flouncy wide dress, mimicking a real little girl wearing a dress dropping down. To increase her mimicry, Kouri materialized herself and felt the rush of wind brushing against her ethereal skin, she continued dropping down while spinning like a ballerina. Then... 'BUMP!' "Nyo~♥" She landed, letting out an innocent cute coo. Her feet landed on something... something hairy? Huh? I don't think the floors have hair... She looked down to see where she landed and saw... a small red blanket made of hair... no, it looked like a head, someone's head. E-e-eh?! Realization hit Kouri as she found out that her dainty high-heeled red shoes landed on someone with scarlet red-hair, someone she knew... someone named Azcadelia Jade Rosan. "Wu-wu-wu-wu-?!" Still frozen in shock, Kouri didn't saw Azzy's two friends who were sitting with her. She quickly jumped down from Azzy's head and floated down to the ground near the three women, stopping just a few inches before actually touching it. "U-u-u-uhm! I-I'm sorry, Madame Azcadelia!" She deeply bowed, feeling guilty and ashamed at her actions. "Uuuu..." Slowly straightening herself, she noticed Azzy's table mates. One of them was a familiar person , her favorite blacksmith, Madame Hadyn. "O-oh h-hey, Madame Hadyn... uhm..." She gave a 'Help Me...' look to Hadyn, she didn't want to be on the scarlet-haired reimancer's hostile end. She could burn her into an ethereal crisp. Kouri didn't have time to greet the auburn-haired woman near Azzy and Hadyn. She would introduce herself later... for now, she got a very urgent case to attend to.

[Fallon]

Fallon had been lurking in a corner of the Rearing Stallion for a while now, her eyes staring down intently at the tankard of ale. She did not budge when the people came and entered, voices raising and changing as drink was poured. But Fallon did not change, instead her finger simply traced round the top her tankard, eyes staring down at the near full contents of it. In honesty, the squire was not in the mood for drinking, but she did crave a sense of company tonight. Not the romantic or lust driven sort, just to be recognised and acknowledged. Training had begun to cloud her mind and take its toll, doing it had begun to drive her bitter due to the lack of process she had seen.

She gave a heavy sigh over her tankard, her eyes turning to the room about her. There were people she recognised, others she did not. Not that it was her immediate concern, her only priority was filtering out the negative thoughts and trying to prove to herself she was making progress. She needed to get better. She needed to get stronger. She needed to get faster. Else she would never get to where she wanted to be. She came to Syliras to learn, to become a knight. And so far very little had come to fruit. But soon, hopefully that would change. She just needed the motivation to try and get there. There was a brief mumble that caught her attention, of patrons growing slightly rowdy, an angry shout that was quickly killed off by another one.

Fallon’s eyes slid to the Kukri she had strapped to her back, clearly on show, but also in a good location she found for drawing. There was a sip of the drink, but once more the bitterness prevented her from drinking more heartily. A shame in a sense, for she was in need for relaxing. The tankard was pushed to one side, and she leaned forward, her head held in her hand as the world continued on about her, ever spinning on whilst she herself had simply ground to a halt. It was going to be a long night.

[Kaie]

Kaie

How many nights exactly had Kaie endured in this crowded city so far from home in Falyndar? She felt like she was quickly losing track, after all it had been at least two years since she's even seen the shores of Cyphrus. Did she even remember what Myri's temple looked like? Errant and useless thoughts, she knew, but they managed to occupy her mind as she strolled down the streets of Syliras towards the boisterous environment of the nearby tavern. It was dark now and the lazy glow of freshly lit torches illuminated her still busy path despite the hour, and judging by the flow of the crowd she wasn't the only one in desperate need of a good drink. The ends of her cloak flowed gently behind her heels while she walked, a hood over her head casting a soft shadow over her face. Finally, she found a somewhat familiar door and followed one of the other patrons inside. The Rearing Stallion. Not the most prestigious place she could've chosen but she could do far worse. Besides, an ale's an ale. The tavern had a very specific musk to it, the smell of stale alcohol that was somehow not too foul to handle. Of course the amount of people who congregated inside this place didn't help and it was absurd in comparison to the last time she decided to stop by, there was hardly anyone to bother her besides a few stereotypical drunks you'd expect. It was clear she wouldn't be finding an empty table for herself let alone a bar stool tonight. Good thing she's not anti-social. So many barbarians though. Now inside she lifted a hand to remove her hood, letting it settle against her back behind her wavy, dark brown hair and exposing her bronze hued face to the dim light of the tavern as she approached an empty seat with some large brute taking one of the chairs. Muscular guy in his thirties. An Isur maybe he did look like he knew a thing or two about manual labor. Just as she was nearing her desired seat diagonal from the stranger a boisterous laugh of an intoxicated man rang in her right ear just before a thick elbow caught her in the shoulder. Some idiot swinging his mug about drunk out of his mind. Instincts took her over and a hand dropped inside her cloak just as she pivoted on her heels to face the offender, a glint of animosity in her deep brown eyes. Her brow furrowed in a mix between deep irritation and disgust at the man who was clearly too far gone to even register the fact he made contact with someone, and just as quickly as she moved her hand inside the cloak it was out again like no harm done. Temper temper. Kaie could feel the weight of her sheathed gladius against her but Myri help her if she chose to withdraw it here in this carefully watched city. As much as she would've enjoyed slitting his throat her time spent in Syliras had bestowed her with a new sense of rationality that forced her to let this incident go. Self preservation took precedent over her impulses so she continued weaving through the bodies until she had reached her chair. "Can I get you somethin'?" A bit of a bored barmaid asked her in a tedious tone. Must be a long night already. "An ale would be great." She said after a moment nonchalantly turning her gaze to meet the woman's. Still infuriated by the disrespect of the man moments before she hadn't even noticed until now her brow was still furrowed and quickly softened her features. Soon enough the barmaid had placed an ale at her table and Kaie made no hesitation to grip the handle and take a drink while her empty hand traced the lines of the wooden table who bore plenty of signs of abuse. More scars than any Myrian warrior she could remember. The interior of this place was hell to look at but the alcohol wasn't too bad. Her eyes shifted about the room casually waiting for some interesting event or character to manage to grasp her always fleeting attention.

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[Alisha]

A lisha & Kirvyn Falxtyr Alisha was kinda sick, hot and feverish. It was yesterday, her body producing more the usual body heat. She neglected most food and lose her appetite. The only reason why she was outside in this time of night was Kirvyn. He said, they will be meeting up at the tavern. He didn't seen him for quite long. In his letter, he addressed his sincere apologize, swear not to do it again. The ex mercenary was her most loyal closest friend ever like a brother. Apparently he did convinced her to be her crime partner. At the back of her mind, his a son of a retired knight and worst she was not just a nobody but a thief. The girl wore red long cloak sitting at the right edge of the bar. While waiting, she got to habit of combing her black lengthy hair with her fingers. She pulled them together to her right, observing each strands. Rearing Stallion wasn't a good spot to execute operations of pickpocketing. She didn't have any courage or boldness to do a crazy thing while in a kind of social place. Also she'll be hating herself if her bestfriend will be put in danger because of her tactlessness. Knowing Kirvyn, he'll sure going to side her whatever issue it was. One of the barmaids kept eyeing her, her glances maybe a signal for her to order some drinks. After awhile she approached her, "Hi. Do you drink? Will you like me to get you some wine, beer, ale or anything?" "No, thanks. I'm not up for alcohols. Actually, I'm not feeling well since yesterday.", Alisha replied with a timid chocking. "Just give me a house special, kindly bring me also a glass of water please." She had no choice but to bought a dinner. What's tooking him so long. Can't he see I'm waiting here for half a bell. He fairly knew she was not a social creature either. It's like a butter heated in a pan, she was melting because of those random people stares. Alisha crossed her arms, wandering her gaze around the tavern.

[Hender]

It was getting dark as Hender walked through the streets of the city he know called home. He had to admit it was growing on him. He liked the pace of the city, it kept his mind busy and the constant work he found at the Ironworks kept his hands happy as well. He was even starting to get used to the noise of the place, well almost. He still still missed the relative solitude of his birth place, but Syliras was turning out to be a lot better than he thought. It was turning into a nice evening, a little chilly perhaps but it was a nice contrast to the hot forge he had not long ago left. The stocky Isur was in a good mood as he made his way to his favorite tavern, the Rearing Stallion. After all surely he had deserved a drink for all the hot dry bells he had just spent forging nails. So many nails. He shook his head trying to forgot the monotonous task of creating nail after nail. It was in high spirits that he entered the Rearing Stallion, the familiar smell of stale ail and sweat hitting him as he walked through the door. It was busy, but not overly so, and he soon found a table to sit at, waving a waitress over. "I'll have a large ale please, also a hunk of bread if you have any" He smiled politely as he ordered and a chime or two later he had a nice chunk of bread and a frothing mug of ale, he was content. Well he was. But no more than half a bell later and the Tavern was more packed than he had ever seen it. Where have all these people come from?! Hi sighed and rested his head on his right arm looking down at the full mug he had just ordered. Well i can't leave whilst i still have a whole mug. I guess i can stay until i finish it. Or the noise gets to much, which might be the sooner of the two! He sighed again and took a long swig of his drink, just as a women sat down near him, almost diagonal to him. He regarded her, although with all the noise he found it quite hard to concentrate. She looked like she might be a Myian. He had met one before when he was still new to Syliras. This one was slightly shorter than the one he had met, her hair was longer and she had less tatoos and piercings. But it was her bronze skin that led Hender to believe she was Myian. Hender was roused from his observations as something hit the back of his head. He turned himself round, a glare already on his face as he sought the source behind the blow. A person had his back to him, and all he could see was the back of a bald head and a grubby stained tunic. The man was clearly too far gone with alcohol, his feet could barley support him and he was swaying too and frown. It was probably for this reason that he had knocked the back of Henders head. Hender was going to say something but then reminded himself that Izurdin teaches patience and that arguing with this intoxicated man would get him no were. Instead he turned back to face his ale and said out loud to no one in particular, but thinking about it the only person that could of heard him over the noise was the Myian sitting close by, "If people cannot hold their drink then they should not enjoy it in the first place, or at least should know when enough is enough!"

[Kaie]

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Kaie

"Oh, but where's the fun in that?" She responded sarcastically with a bitter laugh to the rhetoric statement of the Isurian man, tipping the warm brew back into her mouth. He seemed just as irritated with the crowd that had come to gather as she was. High pitched laughter somewhere by the bar counter caught her attention just then. Kaie turned her head mid sip to catch a glimpse of a girl tipping over backwards in her chair. Alcohol spilling all over the already stained floor, not to mention a dress or two. Sloppy as hell, she thought while arching an arched brow in a mix of amusement and disdain. Syliria and all its travelers sure did love their booze. Were the citizens of Taloba like this? She could hardly remember. Brown eyes scanned the congested tavern room, noting the decorations that lined the walls. Why was it that every bar had a set of antlers? Probably some kind of odd tradition. Kaie was beginning to daydream just then, mentally redecorating the old confinement. Skulls instead of antlers and bones crafting the low, ancient chandeliers that hung about the ceiling. A cool night's breeze, that ruffled her hair, broke her from her thoughts and back into the rowdy pub. A burly man, whose hands were all over a a young woman, practically broke down the door in their hasty escape to the nearby alley. "Are you a resident of this fine city?" Kaie asked with a hint of mockery, returning her attention the the Isur. She had to raise the volume of her voice to compete with some rambunctious drunk. He seemed dead set on making a spectacle of himself, standing on top of the bar counter making some incoherent announcement to the other cheering patrons. Was she missing out on some kind of occasion? Regardless, she planted the bottom of her mug against the table to focus on the new conversation. Bar talk was cheap, but it was still worth more than the nonsense going on around them. Despite the various kinds of drunkards around, Kaie couldn't help but notice one woman in particular. It wasn't just the fact that the woman had refused alcohol, an odd decision considering where they were. It was the uneasiness about her. Sure, the woman could've been the type that was uncomfortable in crowded places. Claustrophobic even. Yet even employees here seemed to take notice, hence their quick service. People watching had become one of Kaie's favorite past times since she had become stranded here. She knew the difference between shifting eyes casually glancing about and eyes who are searching. Kaie's attention was divided for only a moment between her table mate and the red cloaked woman busily playing with her black hair. Relatively soon, she lost interest and began to tilt her mug on one of its edges. Rotating her hand in a quick, fluid motion she released the mug like a spinning top across the uneven surface. The momentum was very short lived though. She ended up grasping the handle after a full rotation to kill her own amusement. She could feel the object well in her hand, the weight of it. It was bulky in a way, but if a bar fight was possible she felt comfortable enough smashing it over someone's drunken head. It'd do the job. She'd never get her fun, she knew, because it was rare a knight wasn't somewhere nearby. Never had she heard of a city with so many eyes. Whoever built these walls was no doubt a perfectionist. Nonetheless, she had to give the founders and their knights credit. There couldn't be a safer city in all of Mizahar, whether Kaie liked that or not.

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