The Golden Autumn Inn (IC Only)

[Max Dirks]

The Golden Autumn Inn in Radasanth held a hearty mix of dregs. It was dingy enough to serve the scum of the city, but popular enough to catch of the attention of some of Radasanth’ more prestigious citizens. To those who were often considered prestigious scum, it was the place that offered the best Lornian ale outside of Lornius itself. "Ey, barkeep, pass me another one of those ales" Dirks called out to the bartender. He was ready for an adventure, even though he was already slurring.

[redford]

"Whiskey," John said, and as the tender turned back to the shelf to grab a bottle, John pulled a stool out next to a smaller man with short black hair. It was busy tonight, but John didn't care, as long as he could get his whiskey and cigar uninterrupted. His size usually prevented that.

John began to put his weight on the stool, and just as he placed most of his weight on it, he heard a crack, and he tumbled to the floor, splintering the chair and dashing any hopes John had of having a drink in peace. He stood quickly hoping quietly that no one but the bartender noticed the seven and a half foot giant crashing to the floor. The bartender stared up blankly, sliding a small glass of whiskey his way. He took a swig, which was the entire contents of the glass, and spoke.

"Leave the bottle."

[Logan]

"Seriously, John. Can I take you anywhere without you breaking furniture?"

Logan knew traditional wooden furniture was not made for men the size of giant's, and John was certainly a giant. The psion gave John a witty smirk and then patted his on the shoulder before helping him up to his feet.

"Make that two bottles, on me."

[Hawl]

The girl, a tiny thing, was practically hopping into the inn. She had an entire room all to herself for the first time! She didn't need to share it with her snoring uncle Reznik, or her aunt Jess and her weird hugging. It had a bed, like a hundred blankets, and even a place where her big chest with ehr clothes could sit! It was just the best day on Althanas ever for her! She couldn't think of how it could get much better!

"Could I have a hot dinner?" She hops onto one of the empty booths, brightly beaming at everyone else in the inn, her eyes blinded by the bright lights! She wave a hand for the innkeeper, putting down entirely too much gold for just a dinner. "and whatever those guys want! Yeah!"

[Star Strike]

"GIVE ME CHOCOLATE!" Stella sang like a couple of twelve year olds forced into a metal band. Although uncharacteristic, the blame was with Vincent since he forgot about packing sugar and mistakenly introduced the star to a small bite of chocolate.

Slamming their head onto the counter next to the small grounding that was short like her, "Sugar, chocolate, honey. Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeetneeeeeeeeeeees..."

Slowly lifting their head, their wide eyes lock on Hawl. "Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugar..."

[Cards of Fate]

The young man scowled slightly as he followed after his charge. He saw several familiar faces already at the bar, and chuckled slightly. It seemed like this new bar was going to be interesting. Sliding up next to Logan and John the scholar nodded to the bartender. "Ale please my good man."

[Pestarzt]

My hurried steps clicked through the streets of Radasanth, dancing to and fro, before I finally peered an open window to a bar with enough counter space for my needs. I walked through the doors with such a creak that I was sure all eyes would turn towards me, but the collection of ruffians and societal cream seemed too enamored in their own affairs to waste the neck turn. Good, I needed that solace of anonymity. Approaching the bar with all the focus of a man possessed, I held up two fingers and tried to order an appetizer of shots for my debauchery, yet I found my words muffled by a familiar restraint. My mask was till on my face. Blush red though no one could see, I removed it before attempting to order again. "Two shots of your cheapest, strongest liquor."

It was then I spied the empty spot at the bar, and took to emptying a pouch on my side of its glistening, obsidian contents. It was finally ground, and save the shimmer of dim light in the room, completely black. My eager hands scrambled to arrange it in some sort of line, before I fell face first into it, inhaling what I could into my nose. I managed half the feat before the desperate plight of my lungs sent me gasping back a bit, hacking with some fervor into my arm. I checked my suit's sleeve with a fine tooth combed, carefully searching for any sign of distress, like a professor grading a hated student's paper.

"Fire, no blood this time," I said without thinking far more loudly than the intended mumble. I eyed around the room again, noticing I piqued just a bit of interest. "Uh, anyone want some? It's cool, I got it off some guy with no teeth, you just know he has the good stuff."

[Leaf]

Leaf walked in, looking a little sheepish, a small grin on his face. Cheeks tinted rosy it was clear that he had already visited several public houses this fine evening. What had led him to do such was quite a mystery, for it was very unlike him to be drunk, let alone a little tipsy. If his sister had been here she would have grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out before he could utter a word to the kindest looking barmaid.

As it was Philomel was not here. She was elsewhere, anywhere, whatever where, it did not matter. What mattered was that Leaf was here, without his pigs and in a state that was so very different from his usual timid nature that - well.

Well clearly there was a problem today. Clearly there had been something going on, but no one knew him here, and so no one would not know. He rocked up, ignoring all the happenings and goings on at the moment, straight to the bar and he hiccuped before throwing some odd coin on the table.

"Stuff. Drink," he chuckled. "I want drink."

[Max Dirks]

"Ugh, Logan McCloud and Vincent Cain," Dirks whined as he took a long swing of his ale. "Could this day get any worse?"

The criminal got up and walked over to the pair. His hand was in his trench coat digging around. When he arrived, he pulled out a small sack of 50 GP. "Let's arm wrestle," Dirks smirked at he sat down. "Winner get's to take her up to his room," Dirks motioned to Star Strike. "The loser gets the faun."

[Logan]

Logan stood from his stool, wobbled a moment. After he regained his balance, he took a deep breath and pointed over to John.

"I volunteer," he said with a nod to John, "John as tribute."

The psion sat back down onto my stool and looked to the bartender, "I'm going to need something less heavy. Do you have some milk?"