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  1. #11
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    Shinsou Vaan Osiris's Avatar

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    Shinsou Vaan Osiris
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    The sense of satisfaction I got from clearing out the "blockage" at the bar was short lived. As the other Kobolds gathered around their wounded leader, tending to him with hurried precision and occasionally stopping to throw me an acidic glare, I was faced with something far worse than an enraged Kobold.

    Philomel's finger, jabbing at me. Scolding me, of all things. Had I ever been told off by her? I couldn't remember a single occasion. Coming from my best friend, it felt like a hammer blow. On the other hand...

    "I warned him." I shrugged, picking up my order from the bar and casually meandering through the mixed gathering of Kobolds, humans, elves and gods knows what. As I passed Storm's table, I made sure to drop him a tumbler of his favorite whiskey; a double short of that honey tinted stuff he drank in the High Tap. I didn't need to say anything to him right now; throughout our colourful relationship, we had said more to each other through the medium of donated beverages than any spoken language could have achieved. It had become a sort of unspoken code. A quick exchange of knowing glances was enough to convey the appropriate respects before I swivelled my hips through a human blockage to reach the faun's table.

    Veridian sat perfectly in the cradle of Philomel's arms, keeping warm in the gap between her breasts and forearms. He regarded me with those illuminating eyes, before resting his head. With one hand I placed my ale on the table, and with the other placed a cup in front of my friend.

    "Been waiting for an opportunity to use this," I said as I pulled a flask from the inner section of my navy drakescale coat, "I did my research. Headbutt is hard to get hold of, but I know you love the stuff. I'd been saving it."

    After a moment, I realised that I hadn't answered my lover's question. What had I been doing?

    "Well, I resigned my commission at the Brotherhood," I started. That would have come as a shock to her, doubtless, but with Storm within earshot it was best to let dogs lie, "So mostly I've been looking for a permanent place to live. Whitevale doesn't really cater for non-enlisted folk. At the moment, i'm training with Joshua Cronen, learning what I can from him."

    Her beautiful eyes followed my hand gestures and own gaze everywhere, never once swaying. She was probably one of only two people in this place genuinely interested in my well being, and the only one who knew me well enough to know that right now I was probably at my lowest point. The story about training with Breaker was true but there was no way she'd be convinced that I was happy with loitering around Corone, popping out occasionally to do a few rounds with Cronen.

    She knew I needed more. But more was circumstantial, and in short supply.

    As I finished my rambling, I supped at my ale and tapped my fingers on the wooden table.

    "What about you? How are things at the Gilded Lily?"
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  2. #12
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    Yvonne reacted on instinct so much more than thought. The kobold leader's hand had been dismembered at the wrist - he was bleeding profusely and screeching in pain, such a terrible sound to hear. The grey dwarf could almost feel his pain, his screech shook her to the core. His kobold cohorts collected him from the floor and seemed to know how to stitch together his stub, but they were going to have an astounding amount of fun trying to poke a needle and thread through a freshly exposed wound.

    The black-skinned hybrid had found her mortar and pestle and was busy mashing a redcap into a fine paste. Her practiced hand had ground the toadstool to slime in a matter of seconds, fifteen or so and she set the mortar on the bar, clinking the pestle against it busily to free the last globs from the tool. Taking a cutlery knife in one hand, and stretching out the side of her skirt with the other, she sliced free a large enough piece of material to make a poultice. She placed the cotton on the bar beside the mortar and pestle, added some flour to thicken the paste and applied the paste to the cotton.

    The hybrid herbalist rushed around in front of the bar again, taking up the moist, slimy material and brought it quickly to the critically injured monster. His cohorts barred the way at first - no trust for any race other than kobold, and this one was twice as untrustworthy - but Yvonne's enough-of-this-nonsense look caused them to cower and step slightly aside. They watched her with bated breath, hands on their hilts, crossbows at the ready, very protective of their general.

    Yvonne came close to Gru'Hal, stopping between the needler-kobold and the threader-kobold to get a better look at the wound.

    "Allow me," she whispered only to them. "I'll need a bandage, ye have one don't ye? Something ta secure it?" They set their needles and threads down, rummaging through their disorganized medical supplies, obeying her directions. Meanwhile Yvonne took hold of Gru'Hal by the arm and applied the poultice directly to the open wound.

    "ARGH! THAT HURTSS!" The kobold leader hissed, still infuriated. Many of the other kobolds flinched, half-drew swords from their scabbards, jumped and squealed in panic.

    "Oh, don't be a big baby. Ye need ta be strong! Yer minions be watching," Yvonne smiled as she let go his arm and took the bandage from threader-kobold, setting to wrapping over the wound poultice and all, around and around. It was rather firm and she was satisfied with the bound stub, fixing it with a pin to hold it together. "I've applied medicine that will help with yer pain and should stop tha blood. It'll make ye feel much better. Ye might start seeing things which aren't there, but don't worry. Ye'll feel very relaxed by then."

    "Blessingss to you, black-skin," Gru'Hal hissed in thanks. He was a much more subdued creature than when he was about to conquer the pub, breathing heavily, his expression defeated.

    Yvonne looked into his pained yellow eyes and touched his shoulder comfortingly. "It's going ta be alright. I'll look after ye," she assured, chuckling happily. She turned to needler-kobold and threader-kobold and gave further instructions. "Ye might try stitching him up while he's asleep tonight. Should go better." They nodded their agreement and she walked away, out of the crowded circle of metal-baring reptilians.

    "Now, drinks!"
    So I’m cutting that branch off the cherry tree.
    Singing this will be my victory.
    Then I, I see them coming after me.
    And they’re following me across the sea.
    And now they’re stinging my friends and my family.
    And I, I don’t know why this is happening.
    ~ Thrice, Black Honey.

  3. #13
    Ride The Lightning

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    Storm Veritas's Avatar

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    Things settled in much more quickly than Storm had anticipated, as adults began acting like adults in spite of themselves. The little barkeep was reasonable and charming, settling the froglike little abominations into seats and feeding them drinks with panache. Shinsou had silently offered him the honey-mead blend of whiskey that never failed to produce a smile. Philomel had also welcomed Shinsou in with the call of a siren, breaking the hearts of the would-be suitors who had abandoned ship in their attempts to win her hand. Her fondness for Storm’s former brother-at-arms cut the wizard some, however pragmatism stole any significant swell of jealousy.

    For all her charms, she came as advertised. Never was a one-man type of woman, and you never exactly focused your efforts on domesticating her. Plus, Shin was there first, and when he did bother to show up, he is decent enough.

    Storm shifted the tumbler beneath his nose, breathing in the sweet, almost saccharine scent of the honey blend. It hadn’t been heavily turned, and would be a candy-like treat to push him further down the rabbit hole. The first swallow was warm and coated his throat like cough medicine. His cheeks instantly flushed a touch with the alcohol’s gentle hug, holding him together and dulling his sharpened edge.

    Will these little walking geckos make nice? Maybe they’d work for me; I could use a flock of footmen that follow orders blindly.

    Sidling over to the bar, Storm fixed his hair back firmly against his head, repositioning the dress shirt into its perfect compartments and smiled once more at the little barkeep.

    “My friend brought a honey whiskey in, the first one went down like rain. Do you have any more? I’d pop a cask for these new guests to bury the hatchet if it serves you.”

    As though through sheer happenstance, Storm flipped his hand from nowhere and produced a handful of golden crowns, which he proudly flipped on the smooth bartop in front of the large crowd of small individuals. By magnetically pulling them from his pocket, he had managed to create quite the alchemist’s dream.

    “Allow me to start fresh here – I may have enchanted this intimidating fellow’s sword because I don’t want anyone getting hurt in here. I think, like me, you folks are probably not from town. My name is Storm Veritas; I hail from Corone but it seems those assholes don’t much care for me these days. Some find me famous, others just look to find me.”

    He had been far too wordy for the simple little monsters, who turned to him with wide, bugged eyes and a litany of shining colors from their reptilian skins. They were a fine blend of something between annoyed, confused, and angered with him.

    Take Two.

    “I bought you drinks.”

  4. #14
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    Jake Narmolanya's Avatar

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    Jake strode into the common room to a strange sight. Green ichor painted the ground, pooling around a disembodied arm that could only have belonged to the one kobold who seemed like the leader. The lizard was receiving medical attention from the barkeep, and every one else seemed reasonably calm. The reptilians moved around in a writhing, arguing mass, but for some reason but their aggression was mostly internal. Something was preventing them from becoming violent. Jake could only guess it had to do with their chieftain being so easily disarmed.

    The half elf went to the bar and ordered a pint of ale, and then carried the foamy mug on a tour of the room. He caught a look at his reflection in the window as he rounded the front of the pub. The silken eyepatch that covered his empty left socket made him stand out from the crowd. In a place like Alerar, so did his unruly, sand-colored hair. He had a decent tan and his clothes were of fine local fashion though, made from high quality sifan. The patterned green longsleeve shirt matched his eyes, and the earth-toned trousers went well with the mottled green-and-brown of his leather boots and jacket. He hoped that no one would notice the type of leather he wore.

    His jacket and boots were made of expertly tanned Haidian demon hide. Jake had skinned the fire demon alive, and foolishly allowed him to escape. It was the hunt for that same demon that had brought him to Alerar, but the trail he'd been following had dwindled from sight. He'd needed something else to occupy his mind, and the extra coin didn't hurt, so he'd accepted the task of discovering who was killing all those snooty dark elves. He tousled his hair and took a sip of ale, and then continued on past the windows.

    Someone here has an invitation to a meeting I need to attend. He had to mentally restrain himself from grabbing people at random and shaking them until answers spilled out. The drug flooding his brain was a river of pleasure, and he had never ridden such rapids before.

    "Joshua Cronen..." He heard someone speak his instructor's name as he drifted away from the clamoring group of kobolds. It had spilled from the lips of a human who was almost definitely Coronian, who sat with a bosomy faun who could only be Philomel van der Aart. Based on his tall, rangy frame and current company, Jake guessed the man beside her was Shinsou Vaan Osiris. What was such a notorious pair doing in a tavern in Alerar?

    One of them must be carrying the invitation, Jake thought, sniffing and wiping his nose. Hell, they might both have one!

    "Pardon me," Jake said, stepping up to their table and setting down his ale. "I don't mean to intrude... but any friend of the Breaker is a friend of mine. Pleased t'meetcha, I'm Jake Narmolanya."

  5. #15
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    Yvonne's Avatar

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    Yvonne Mythrilmantle
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    Yvonne's attention resumed with the well dressed gentleman while he eased his way toward the bar, neatening his hair and sorting his shirt. She approved of a man which knew how to take care of themselves. The human's smile was catching and she caught it, smiling herself. He explained that his friend - crippler of kobolds - had brought his own beverage into the bar, and was wondering whether she could provide more of the same. These two men seemed to be well acquainted, their knowing glances had not escaped the perceptive barkeep's notice.

    The black-haired gentleman's connection with his friend would not work in his favour, not from Yvonne's point of view, not while she held a grudge for that loose cannon.

    "There be a keg about round tha back, certainly," she replied, looking him up and d-- well let's face it, she only looked up. "How generous of ye ta buy these lizard-lads a round." She leaned closer to him over the bar, revealing cleavage as her voice lowered to a whisper. "Between ye and me, I doubt these reptiles have two coins ta clink together. Yer a dear ta try ta settle differences." Yvonne's voice rose again as she included the bar's inhabitants in the conversation. "Tell ye lot what, I could make honey whisky from scratch given a few minutes. It be dead easy and tasty home-made!"

    The barkeep whirled around, ponytail swinging as she waddled over to the cooking station, collecting a large pan and placing it on an Aleraran stove-burner. She set it to a medium-heat, poured an entire jar of honey into the pan and added water, to make honey syrup. With that on the simmer she came back to the bar, lining up thirty five glasses in a close, clinking row, to fit them all on the counter-top.

    "Aye, let me see if I can't find that keg." The ebony-skinned dwarf made a quick trip to a side-room for storage, giving a few kobolds a glance that stated behave as she left them to their own devices. She reentered the room rolling a keg but didn't get far, the way to the bar was very crowded indeed. Instead she stood it upright and abandoned it where it was, trusting that one of these boys knew how to crack a keg open and someone was willing to pay for it. Quickly, quickly she weaved through the legs and hips of kobolds, returning to the simmering stove.

    Turning the heat off and letting the honey syrup cool, the bartender located an empty bottle, poured in a nip over half a bottle of whiskey and trickled the syrup in afterward. Stoppering it, giving the bottle an incredible shake the likes of which you'd not have expected a wee dwarf capable, and reopened the brew. She casually walked parallel with the bar, filling the thirty five glasses with a constant flow, unconcerned of a little spillage here and there. Bottle empty, she focused on shaking up some more.

    "Drinks be on Storm Veritas here, lads. Bottoms up!"
    Last edited by Yvonne; 04-22-2018 at 08:57 AM.
    So I’m cutting that branch off the cherry tree.
    Singing this will be my victory.
    Then I, I see them coming after me.
    And they’re following me across the sea.
    And now they’re stinging my friends and my family.
    And I, I don’t know why this is happening.
    ~ Thrice, Black Honey.

  6. #16
    Legend

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    Philomel's Avatar

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    Philomel van der Aart (+ Veridian)
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    Satisfied that her work had not been for naught, Philomel felt her lips curled into a smile as she watched kobold and human - at least to some degree - begin to form friends. If she and her other drinkers at this tavern could greet the supposed invaders with good tidings, which is what they had initially come in for, then they could halt them in their intended purpose. Perhaps for all time. Ply the kobolds with drink, as they wished, enable Storm to pay for it all, and cause them to forget whatever issues they had with Alerar.

    Of course, Philomel had every intention of seeking out the truth of the matter - why the kobolds had come here. Right now though, she had some other matter to concentrate on. And that was the introduction of the one male who could champion Storm.

    Oh yes, the young human had been right to leave her and take time to greet the strangely short drow barmaid, and the Kobolds. It meant that Philomel's attention could turn to the one she was most upset with currently - first for taking the hand off the kobold leader, and then coming back into her life as he always did. With no regard for her emotions.

    "You are an asshole, Shinsou vaan Osiris," her voice growled finally when he finished his confession.

    Her eyes glowered at the flask in his hands as she calculated what it was. Shifting Veridian to one shoulder she held out a hand for the drink. With no idea how he had obtained it. With no desire but to continue to berate him.

    For always leaving her.
    For always going missing.
    For always spoiling these moments.
    For toying with her.

    "Cronen," she continued to speak as she reached for that holiest of drinks - Headbutt. That which was meant to be only accessible to the highest of priests and priestesses under Drys. "Yes the one who ... Him."

    Another brief lover of hers. She fixed her hand tight around the flask, waiting for him to surrender it to her - where she would never let it out of her sight again.

    "How the hell did you get a hold of this?"

    Because only the holy order were given the methodology. Did know how to brew it. Ones like her ...

    Her. The only priestess outside of the faun homeland. Did this mean then that her greatest horror had come to pass? That those in Paradisia, once blessed by Drys were truly lost? Were now, as Drys herself suspected ... Lost?
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    The god and kenku triplet: Stare, Avin and Vixen.
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  7. #17
    Viator Mundi

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    Shinsou Vaan Osiris's Avatar

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    What the fuck is going on?

    The faun's words, with their barbed tone, and the background noise of the tavern melted away into incomprehensible waves of white noise as I started to take stock of the mood in the room. When I came in here, the atmosphere was filled with that familiar tension that preceded just about every mass brawl I had ever witnessed. The Kobold leader had approached me, his aggression towards me not only brazen but arrogant in both its application and intent.

    Naturally, the only course of action was a warning. When the warning wasn't heeded, I had to make my point physically. I thought I had been doing the place a favour, but the corrosive glares from the dwarven barmaid, Philomel and the Kobolds and then the conciliatory moves from Storm served to isolate me. Now, I felt like the only one in here who had done anything wrong.

    Next time I'll let them beat the shit out of you all, then.

    "An asshole?" I imagine my expression was somewhere between surprised and unimpressed, "I call it self defence. Firstly, this rabble turn up fully armed and that isn't a red flag? Secondly, I gave the chief a warning, and it wasn't heeded. That's on him, not me; I simply used the only language that aggressors like that can understand. When I came in here it looked as if it was going to kick off and I wanted them to think twice about it. Instead, I'm suddenly public enemy number one? Fuck that. I'm not apologising for not allowing this place to be walked all over."

    It was then Philomel mentioned the Headbutt. I hadn't realised the implication of my little white lie - it wasn't actually Headbutt, just a "close representation" meant to impress her. But then it dawned on me that I might have accidentally laid the groundwork for all sorts of reaching questions.

    I thought it best to explain before she thought I was treading on proud faun tradition.

    "It's not pure headbutt - it's a "close representation" of it" I offered weakly, "There was no way I could have ever gotten hold of the real thing."

    It was then that I did something I had never done before - I got up to leave. I felt with everything going on I had caused my fair share of offence for the night. But, just before I could scrape my chair back and get out of dodge, a familiar face parked himself at our table. He introduced himself as Jake Narmolanya, almost as if this were the first time we had ever met. Perhaps it was because the elf hadn't had direct contact with me during the gathering of the Crystal Swords, and I had been ejected from that god forsaken melee early by the power of the void, but he didn't seem to remember fighting alongside me that night.

    I remembered him, though I didn't remember him owning such high quality clothes. Beautiful hide boots and jacket, with sifan trimmings for the rest of his outfit. A high roller, indeed. But from what I remember, his skills in battle were as fearsome as his attire was upmarket.

    "Jake, huh?" I started, offering my hand, "My name is Shinsou Vaan Osiris. Joshua Cronen is a man I owe much to, and yet who asks so little of me in return. He is the true Thayneslayer."

    I don't know why I tacked that on to the end. Perhaps it was guilt - to this day, Cronen would insist that I slayed Draconus, somehow believing that I would make a better arbiter than he. But that was a load of horseshit. I'd helped, but Cronen had struck the final blow. I deserved no such plaudits and felt admitting it to those who knew him would be penance for the lie that Cronen had, with the best of intent, perpetuated.
    Last edited by Shinsou Vaan Osiris; 04-22-2018 at 06:06 PM.

  8. #18
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    "He is the true Thayneslayer." Jake repeated, almost religiously. He knew the story of the night Breaker had jumped so high, it could only be called flying. He shook Shinsou's hand, meeting the man's slightly confused golden eyes. "Pleased t'meetcha Shinsou." As he spoke that name, memories stirred. He had heard that name screamed, heard it echo in the vast cavern of the Crystal Swords. Amari's face swam in his memory, the former friend turned pure evil. She had cried out that name. Shinsou. Suddenly Jake remembered communicating with the man, working with him before the warrior had fallen. So death in the crystal chamber had not been permanent. How interesting.

    "My apologies," Jake said, his face flushing. The head injuries he sustained had made his memories of that great battle foggy, and fleeting. "I did not recognize you. You wielded one of the crystal swords. So did you." He added suddenly, twisting his head toward Philomel. His eyes wandered to the bar, where a familiar well dressed gentleman was interacting with the dwarven barkeep. He was there to. Jake realized, recognizing Storm Veritas.

    "So, what do you reckon is going on?" He asked in a quiet voice. "Are the swords calling us back together?"

    What a stupid thing to say. Jake wasn't even carrying his sword. Instead, he had a long liviol tonfa strapped to his back. The half elf boasted enough skill to best most swordsmen with the single fighting stick. But if he was going to get in a fight with thirty-odd kobolds, he would certainly miss the crystal blade.

    Jake bit his lip and rocked on the balls of his feet. The coke was making him paranoid, that was all. His eyes roamed the room as he resisted the urge to pull out the metal canister and have another snort. He blinked rapidly and glanced from Shinsou to Philomel. Perhaps if he stayed silent, they would forget his foolish question.

    He tried not to think of the possibility of his being right. If the sword-wielders were called together, Amari would be among them. Amari, who lived to kill. Amari, who would set fire to the world just to watch it burn.

    The worst of it was... a part of him still missed her.

  9. #19
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    Philomel's Avatar

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    Philomel van der Aart (+ Veridian)
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    Philomel's free hand flew to the hilt of the Rabbit, the Crystal sword she had bared - and still did. Her other was still clutched around the flask of apparently fake headbutt and her lips were open already to speak to Shinsou ...

    But here was a new man.

    One who she was dimly familiar with. Short, messy blonde hair hung around his gently pointed ears and youthful face. Not too tall he was the picture perfect image of a fine human and elf blend, speaking in a calm and solid tone. His politeness took Philomel back a little, who had found herself so upset by the violence - and then stunned by Shinsou getting up. Her lips closed as she fingered sword hilt and flask cover before she slowly nodded, a degree of guilt settling in.

    Around her shoulders her fox soul-mate Veridian slunk free, tail swishing idly. Taking her hand off the Rabbit sword she drew her hand to her chest before answering.

    "The sword and I are bonded. The creature who guarded it also fathered a young rabbit prince who lived with me and mine for a while. It has never summoned me beyond that day, however. I do not know it's magic much. I ..."

    She inclined her head. "Philomel, some call me. I am ... A friend of Breaker's."

    Swapping her flask into her now free hand she reached out as subtly as she could to grab at Shinsou's clothes, knowing he had been close on leaving. Oh yes, she had been mad - but mostly because of the sudden violence and then, that horrible feeling that Headbutt had finally been proven to be used for less holy purpose than allowing priests and priestesses to lead a good Eucharist. It had been bad this timing, but worse than any of these things was the potential for Shinsou to leave so suddenly when she had only just found him again.

    Her fingers dug into the fabric of his clothes as quietly and secretly as she could, determined to not see him go. "How are you here ..." She trailed off, forgetting the young man's name.
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    The god and kenku triplet: Stare, Avin and Vixen.
    The Primordials: Professor Charles and Moros.

  10. #20
    Ride The Lightning

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    Storm Veritas's Avatar

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    Storm Veritas
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    The rabble coming from Shinsou, Philomel, and the scruffy blonde that had begun sauntering about the bar was quite distracting from Storm's efforts at diplomacy. He looked as the three of them bragged about their Crystal Swords, while he had found the Rat he owned to be generally little more useful than a sturdy crow-bar in a pinch where a stone door might be jammed shut. Of course, the hilt was metal-trimmed, which made it a fine projectile in a pinch. Overall, the usefulness of the alleged mystical item could be synopsized by its position; still tied snugly to his loyal steed out front of the bar.

    "Much obliged, m'dear." The wizard's focus was now directed at the sharp little barkeep that had produced more honey whiskey for Storm and the diminutive lizard people that his favorite faun had for some reason convinced him to play nice with. With a bright, white smile, Veritas raised his glass and poured it down his throat, proving to the small creatures that he had not just poisoned them. They reluctantly bobbed about, sipping and sneering at the sweetness of his drink, all the while greedily devouring anything free.

    "Changes nothing! Ettermire still belongs to the Kobold!" one of the little scaly things offered, a gurgle in his voice from the fire water that hadn't fully passed his gullet.

    Of course, but you poor bastards are still trying to conquer for SOMETHING, right? Nothing enough coin can't chase.

    Leaning in to the barkeep, he smiled again as he spoke in hushed tones, while the kobolds about him paid him no attention.

    "I know they don't have two crowns to rub together, but I'm sort of counting on that. I've got to balance flashing enough money to get their interest as a venture capitalist without convincing them to try to jump me. After all, our foxy friend over there wants to play nice, and I'd bet their insides would do a number on your hardwoods."

    Tapping the floor with his metal soled shoes, the -tamming- strum of the thing amused yet another grin from him. He was half hoping for a fight to break out from the whole damned ordeal anyway, but in the interim offered his best efforts at mirth. Again, a handful of crowns seemed to appear from the ether, this time as double the stack jingled on the bar.

    "Let's try another round for the house; keep the tip sweetheart! I want to see if any of our little guests have livers as big as their balls!"

    The liquor would flow freely, although as a third drink passed his lips, it occurred to Storm that the little creatures may be completely unaffected by the wonderful ride that alcohol so frequently took him for.
    Last edited by Storm Veritas; 04-22-2018 at 10:39 PM.

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