[Open to All] A Merry Winter Festivus!

[Alyssa Snow]

It is Winter in Beinost, a beautiful city born in the controversy of a dark magic: Necromancy. Unlike the rest of the war-torn nation, Beinost still upholds the magnificent architecture of Eluriand prior to its ravaging. The entire city spans out into the ocean like a crescent moon upon shimmering waters. This time of year, traffic in and out of the ports is nigh existent, but there are still few who brave the ice crested oceans.

Instead, Bienost focuses its efforts on local business. Each year, their enchanters, alchemists, and mages contribute to decorations of various magnitudes. Luminous sparks and magefire cling to the trims of the buildings and span from light post to light post. Doors are trimmed in winter spruce, and various seasonal evergreens. Inns and pubs put trees indoors, kept alive by necromancy and decorated with various trinkets and treasures. Underneath, presents are placed for the children and adults alike, a place for secret admirers to give the admired a present. Warm drinks are served in abundance to stave the cold - hot cocoa, rum eggnog, hot toddies, and butter rum.

This time of year is a time of sharing. Meals are shared with strangers and those with abundance offer their surplus to those without. Whole pigs are roasted and seasoned, turkeys are stuffed and garnished, and all various cultures share exotic dishes of their homelands. Fires are kept stoked and warm, doors are kept open and inviting, and people are given reason to smile in the face of hardship and success alike.

Here, during this time of festivity, one specific establishment bustles with the members of the Tarot Hierarchy. A small Pub & Inn nestled just between a vast public park and the serene waters of the docks. A hard to miss joint for any adventurer, the Aces High welcomes any seeking a warm place to sleep or catch a home cooked bite. Ran by the infamous dwarf, Anvil, his portions be plenty and hospitality near endless.

Here, a touch of the Holiday Festivus blooms, and people are gathered together to value happiness, friendship, and fun.

Let the festivities begin!

[Cards of Fate]

"Oi Vinneh! Cook some more of that...What do you call it again." A large dwarf boomed out from behind the bar. "Pizla?"

"Pizza." Vince replied rising from behind the bar with a tray full of drinks. "And I told you that I need a much larger oven than that dinky ass thing you cook bread with." A scowl crossed his pale lips as he began to serve several rowdy customers. "When are you going to hire actual workers instead of begging me to help out every time there's a surge of customers."

"The moment ye stop comin boyo." Anvil replied as he poured several drinks, being careful to keep his long silver beard out of the cups. "And so far it seems like you haven't failed me yet!" The young man shot a glare at his current employer before scanning the filled bar. It seemed like everyone had been served for now, and the few actual staff members could take care of the rest.

"I'm going on break, holler really loud if you need me." he muttered leaping over the bar in a single bound.

"You bet I will Vin!" Anvil chuckled. "Although I might make a few people go deaf in the process." The scholar had already vanished into the crowd and slipped out the front door, leaving the dwarf's joke unheard. Snow had begun to fall gently, casting a serene mood upon the sleepy town of Beinost. It almost made the scholar forget that the entire place had been built by a necromancer fueled with thousands of damned souls.

Almost.

But that wasn't enough the dampen Vincent's mood. It was Christmas! Well, sorta. The people of Althanas seemed be to celebrating some form of the winter solstice or other various winter holidays, but it was Christmas for Vincent. The locals had even strung up lights and harvested some newly grown fir trees from the recently purged but not renamed red forest. Thus the young Emperor thought it to be his civic duty to bring christmas cheer to all he met this night, even if it meant swapping his usual purple robes for red.

[Alyssa Snow]

From the seat of a stool against the bar, Alyssa's legs kicked merrily back and forth. She wore leggings up to the thigh, red as cherries, and topped with tufts of white fur. Hugged around her chest and hips, she wore a snugly fit sweater of a similar color, loose at the sleeves, and trimmed around the collar, wrists, and thigh with winter rabbit pelt. With her slender, bare hands, she cradled her head and watched her old friend, Anvil, tend to his trade behind the counter. As he busied with drinks and fare, Alyssa tilted her head left to right and let her platinum blonde locks sway behind her. Nested at the gathering of her high pony tail, sat a charm of mistletoe, berries, and a small golden bell.

"Ya' look awfully chipper there, li'l lady," Anvil mentioned as he ladled a steaming mix of thick, white drink into a mug.

Alyssa cocked her head with a full faced smile. "It's my first time celebrating the holiday season!"

While he finished garnishing the drink with a pinch of nutmeg, Anvil raised his thick and bushy brow.

"What'ya mean yer first time?" he inquired, shoving the mug sliding down the counter to an open palm and grateful smile.

"Never had anyone to celebrate with! Don't you remember last year? It was just you and me in a half built pub!"

Anvil scratched at his wiry beard and squinted his eyes. "Aye. A lot has changed since then."

Then, with a huff and a haw, Anvil snatched up another clean mug from his collection below and slammed it to the counter.

"Well Miss Snow, I reckon we get ya off right this year! Drink's on me fer the night!" Anvil bellowed as he ladled more of the previous concoction into the glass and topped it with a pinch of nutmeg. He slid it to her and she caught it with a slight slosh over the edge.

"What's this?" she asked, taking a whiff of the steam. The sweet, savory, and somewhat tangy aroma tickled her senses.

"That, m'lady, is Eggnog. Spiked with Rum from Etheria Port, of course." Anvil's old and chiseled features turned upward into a mischievous smile.

"Alcohol?!" Alyssa shot him a wide glance.

"Keeps th' blood warm in th' cold! Don't act like I haven't seen ya sippin' on that sissy Raiaeran wine over the years. Time to try somethin' a little different, aye? Go ahead, give 'er a sip!"

Alyssa pursed her lips to the rim and drew a sample from the frothing creme. It slid down smooth, and coated her tongue in its rich flavor. Only at the back of her throat, could she feel the subtle burn of the well aged rum. Instantly, she felt the warmth spread within.

"Anvil..." Her tone was serious and her gazed fixed on the glass. "This is dangerous!"

Before he could reply, Alyssa tilted it back for another drag. Anvil let a hearty laugh roll from his round stomach.

"Glad y'like it! Now..." Anvil reached over the counter and gripped her by the shoulders. "Get out there and mingle. Yer too young t'cling at the bar all night!" He then abruptly turned her around in her seat and gave her a firm shove into the fray.

Alyssa's boots struck against the hardwood floor. She staggered, but managed to catch her balance without spilling a drop of her eggnog. She snapped her head back to glare at him, the bell in her hair jingling. Anvil gestured to her as if shooing a beggar from a stand before one of the other patrons flagged him down for his services. Alyssa pouted her lips and turned to face the crowd of joyous faces.

She took a deep breath, and slowly wove her way between the tables and chairs. Her destination, the large leather seats beside the fireplace, just in front of the frosted glass windows facing the street.

[loves.blessing.]

OOC: This is after McKinley has grown into a more confident woman but still has a few shy tendency of the girl she once was.

The snow slowly drifted down from the sky, landing on her long fiery lashes or on her freckled cheeks that now harbored a pink tint from the winter wind lapping at them. The medium size dire wolf trotted next to her happily, McKinley was on her way to a pub to take shelter for the night. "Nymeria stay close I know you love the winter but if this slight flurry turns into a blizzard we will lose one another." The young dire wolf chuffed a sound in response causing the sound of laughter to fill the empty space around the girl. The wolfs coat that usually is mixed colors of grays, whites, blacks and browns now simply covered with snow making it hard to for any one to see her. The pub came into view as the smell of malt liquor and food perfumed the air causing the woman's stomach to growl.

Entering the pub she looked back for a moment seeing her dire wolf enter into the forest before their eyes met giving her dear friend a curt nod before going into the establishment all the way. Taking a moment for her piercing blue eyes to adjust to the light difference from being outside into the dim light tavern. The pub was crowded with people and music, drinks and food were being shared, laughter rang out along with conversation. Shutting the door behind her Kinley pushed through people excusing herself until she made her way to the bar. Taking off her royal blue cloak she pushed back the hood allowing her long fiery locks to fall in cascading waves down her back stopping just past her shoulder blades. Placing her cloak on the stool before she sat down she drummed her fingers on the wooden bar causing the man behind the bar to look at her. The large mountain of a man walked over to her, scratching his large scruffy beard his voice boomed as he spoke to her. "What can I get for you little lady?" Kinley offered him a small smile "Can I please have a plate of meat and potatoes and some hot cocoa with a shot or two of baileys in it along with whip topping and cinnamon on top." The male looked at her for a moment before nodding and walking away, her stomach growled with no patience as she waited for her order to come.

A plate was sat down in front of her along with her drink, placing a few coins down on the wooden table top she dug in. It had been a few months since a good meal filled her belly let alone a pleasant drink that wasn't cheap wine or water. A small moan left her lips as the explosion of butter and herbs filled her mouth. A large deep chuckle left the male that had served her, "looks like you haven't eaten well ina while there lady." Taking a swig of her drink, licking her lips as some of the whipped topping lingered she could feel her cheeks flush with color. "Not unless you count tough old rabbit meat or berries that grow wild in the forest.." Stuffing the rest of her food into her mouth the male took her plate and left her alone once more, sighing now that her stomach no longer ached she dipped her finger in the whipped topping before licking it off.

"Goddess I missed actual food and drink.."

[Siegfried]

The warm heat of the hearth lapped out into the foyer. Logs crackled and hissed as the flames consumed them and thick black smoke traveled up the stone chimney and out into the moonlit night. The faint aroma of pine bled from the fire and mixed with notes of roast pheasant, honeyed ham, and crisp pine. With his black, accented hair down to his mid back, Siegfried let out a pleasant sigh of comfort as the warmth permeated his bones.

On his forth seasonal Puniceusviscus Ale from the island nation of Eiskalt, the High Elven gentleman began to question whether the warmth stemmed from the fire or alcohol coursing through his veins. Regardless, his lips lifted into a peaceful smile.

"Been a while hasn't it father?" Sieg mumbled to a table occupied only by several empty mugs.

He lifted his glass as if to toast and gestured against a phantom companion. He slightly bowed his head and took another drag from his ale. In his formal Bladesinger attire, Siegfried sat alone and took pleasure in watching his fellow Raiaerans smile, laugh, and enjoy themselves. The Elven swordsman felt a pang of nostalgia.

Were his father still alive, he'd be proud to see the people celebrate for the first time in a very long while. With rumors of Pode's demise spreading across the nation, everyone felt more at ease. Even with the remnants of Xem'Zund's blight picking away at Eluriand's ruins, spirits were high.

In this, Siegfried found solace, peace, and pride.

"And to you, Illara." He gestured again a phantom toast. "May the path of the Pantheon bring you good fortune."

The Bladesinger took another swig, propped his elbows against the oak table, and basked in the spirit of the holidays, a smile warmly locked on his face.

[K-Zu-Ziro]

New York City's worst pizzeria lined its walls with filthy tapestries of leather and suede. The fabric in question dressed each greee-zeee driver while he or she leaned all slick on the loose ceramic and its grimy grout. Every pair of beady eyes waited, watching the order screen for three orders in the same neighbourhood to line up for a fat fucking tip triplet. There was a boy in one neighbourhood, he was just a ghost lost in that drunk's traffic dash. His dad tried to pull him out of the way, but instead he ended up watching the lights go out. That neighbourhood came up. And Leandro Boba, a São Paulo illegal, bounced off the load bearer and signed out all three orders. BILLS TO PAY. His insulating bag was stuffed like a Christmas stocking, to the brim, brim, brim! He bolted through the door to meet the boy's spectre in the rain slicked mirrors. A slice of tomato slid from the tarnished metal counter and slapped the floor below. After eagle eyeing for customers, the shift manager scooped up the floor "fruit" and put it back on the pie (as a centre piece, mockingly) and into the oven she went.

Mux Drik always dreamt of this world while K-Zu-Ziro went through periods of irregular hibernation. The eight foot insectoid monstrosity could sleep for months at a time after sucking enough Butter of Hosto; a vile concoction of blood, shit, saliva and rendered fat. All Ziro's prey had supposedly possessed a heaven's soul. No better place to prey on the soulful than the stomping grounds of the known world's better soul eaters. Mux was a brain and a mind taken prisoner by an organism so far detached from mammalian sensibility that the only thing keeping the disembodied notion of his own self sane were the dreams of an alien world. A place more real than his current reality, more real than the real he felt when he was a free human diplomat representing Corone's awful excuse for a decision making assembly.

Dreams were like sways and throws, the kind of drowning swell none of us would know through surviving. A New York City subway train rattled him around the world to wake up in Cork City, Co. Cork. One night. It was snowing there like it was snowing in the (real) (fake) other world. "An old woman told me to do it!" an English accent said to one of his three English friends. They had Irish friends too, but it just so happened that four English boys made friends working together in Ireland. There was no prejudice. Of course not. One of them often boasted about his Irish great grandparents. "Cool, dude." replied the second English boy. The first English boy was talking about socks pulled over his skinny Nikes. Since the Cork City government failed to salt the pavements properly, it was especially difficult to walk the streets at night after work. An elderly Irish lady had advised the first English boy to put socks over his shoes to avoid slipping on the way to work that morning. It worked like a charm. The third English boy smirked and said, "Well you look stupid." to the laughing approval from England No. 4.

Mux didn't know it, but each of these boys proved analogous to the patrons of consequence at the Aces High! One was a redheaded boy with a wolf tattoo--the gender was off, but it was McKinley's other world stand in. Another's father was one of the relatively few fatalities in the Falklands--Mr. Siegfried maybe? Number two's joy was interaction--had to be Alyssa! While the last boy held his cards close to his chest--Vincent Cain, pun intended. Life is but a dream! Mr. Drik dreamt!!!

The soil pipe, plumber speak for the shit chute, poured out into a broader sewer arched with glazed bricks and dated with the year of construction. The matte black terror slept in this tunnel. It was under the Beinost drinking hole above, spindly limbs were coiled tight and snug while it regenerated through the Butter of Hosto. When K-Zu-Ziro was ready to wake up, it was going to wake up hungry.

[The Mongrel]

I removed my green contacts within minutes of arriving in Benoist, formerly Anebrelith. For one thing, Hrive in Raiaera is not a joke, and the brutal sea winds threatened to freeze the thin glass circles to my eyes. For another, my own name and face served me better in my native land than any alias could. It was a bizarre twist I never could have predicted, and while walking openly felt strange and unnatural, it also felt good.

Snowflakes danced in the air like tiny shards of glitter, gleaming in dozens of different colors as they passed gorgeous or gaudy displays of light. The crisp, clean scents of evergreen cuttings and the warm, homey smell of wood smoke mingled with the aromas of roasted meat, pastries, and other dishes from around the world. Winter fest had come to Benoist. It was a tradition I'd never been part of before, but I had to stop on my way to Melenahil anyway. A hot drink, a warm meal, and a crackling fire surrounded by well-wishing strangers would be a nice change from recent events.

I selected a lively establishment to settle in, one that wasn't too crowded with elves, one that wasn't too packed to accommodate another few people, one that was brightly lit against winter's dark. The noise of the guests washed over me as soon as I crossed the tavern's threshold. It was a warm sound, friendly, full of cheer. I recognized a tipsy blonde in some plush seating at the window, but decided not to disturb her. I was from a dark moment in her life, and didn't want to mar a bright one.

As I turned to continue to the bar, I caught sight of a familiar head. I knew the black streaked with blue, and it caught me like an arrow to the lung. Kahliel... My Lord Stepfather. The monster that had scared me far more than anything Pode had thrown at me. No. He's dead. It's Siegfried. Damn, he looks just like his father from behind. Drunk off his tits, too, as Cata used to say.

I decided not to disturb him, either. A few days of awkward family time was enough for several years, and my brother and I had already had those days. Besides, I had a new scar going from my right nostril almost to my ear, and I didn't want questions about it. Better to let him drink his holiday cheer, and not coax out the mother hen in him. If I was quiet, maybe I'd go unnoticed or unrecognized. I did slip quietly past him on my way to place an order and carefully put an acorn on top of his head. He'd be confused, and I'd be amused.

When I got to the bar and was acknowledged by the dwarven bartender, I took half a second to reconsider my order. "Hot spiced rum and a plate of...whatever those are." I motioned to some savory pastries. "And a room for the night."

He gave me my order, I gave him some coin, and I retreated to a cozy corner, content to watch others enjoy the festivities.

[realize.real.lies]

It was night time and yet I couldn't find myself sleeping, slumber escaped me more than not these days, pacing back and forth in my small cozy room at the tavern I knew that staying up here wasn't going to do any good for me. I, Karina Jo Tayler am missing my home place, yes you heard me right place I am from Earth shipped here by my wonderful father but that is another time for another story. Flopping down on the mattress I couldn't help but wondering should I go join the party down stairs or should I stay up here and try to sleep like I have been for the past three hours. "That's it I am gonna take my ass down those stairs and get a drink," murmuring gently to myself I made my way to the bath room area. Running a hand through my long chocolate brown curls that end just at the end of my shoulders I look in the mirror, my cheek bones are sharp and angled my piercing green gem for eyes are a little dull and lifeless. Pursing my lips slightly as I took that trait from my mother, full and plump always tinted crimson.

Pulling on my black skinny jeans, I wiggled a little to get them over my thighs and round butt. My white tank top clung to my waist as I start to tighten my black corset that stops just under my plump breast and toning my already hour glass shaped form. Taking my crimson red jacket that also hugged my form I walked over to my bed sat down and laced up my black heeled boots that stopped just mid shin. Strapping my holster around my left thigh I made my way down the stairs as my nose was invaded with the smell of the holidays, pine trees, spiced rum, eggnog, holiday roast and much more. Shuffling through the crowd I made my way to the back of the tavern sitting down glancing out the window. The snow flakes were large and drifted down from the sky landing on the ground, a small smile graced my lips as a waitress came over to my table asking what I wanted. "Um spiked apple cider please."

After I received my drink I smelled it smiling slightly, the smell of apple, cinnamon and rum taking a timid sip a shiver ran down my spine. Sighing softly I turned my attention back to the peaceful scenery outside instead of all the ruckus that was going on around me.

[Rayleigh]

The carriage rolled to a slow halt, the snow groaning beneath the weight of the wooden wheels.

"Looks like a pretty fancy party." Louise's feminine voice called out, mingling with the dull roar that leaked from the bustling bar. Her long, lanky figure, made bulky by layers of heavy clothes, rocked atop the driver's bench as the carriage moved beneath her. The vehicle's sole occupant was crawling, panicked, toward the window.

"What? Really?" Rayleigh Aston pressed her freckled cheek against the small windowpane, attempting to peer through the fog-stained glass. Her jade eyes narrowed as she squinted, but all that she could make out was mere flashes of light and color.

"Aye. At least from where I'm sitting." The older of the two women made no attempt to hide her amusement as she continued, "why don't you come out here and see for yourself?"

Ignoring her friend's invitation, the mechanic muttered through a worried frown, "do you think that I should have worn a dress?"

A pause, and then, "do you even own a dress?" Her question was met with silence, which was all the answer that the coachdriver needed. Her smirk blossomed into a full-fledged grin, chapped lips cracking against the frigid air. "Then that was a stupid question, wasn't it?"

When Rayleigh finally spoke, it was in the smallest voice she could muster. "I'm having second thoughts."

The blonde snorted, a thin plume of smoke rising from her nostrils. "I don't know if you can call them 'second thoughts,' Ray. I don't think you've ever been totally sold on the idea."

"I haven't," she whined back.

Louise rolled her eyes. "Why don't you put on your big girl breeches and get out of my carriage? The horses are getting cold." In actuality, her bay team, comprised of a mare and a gelding, enjoyed the break; they rested lazily, absently chewing at the bits that crossed their large mouths. Louise was the one getting cold.

The carriage's ornate door opened with an ugly creak. Louise turned in her seat just in time to see Rayleigh poke her head out. "Come with me?" the girl asked pitifully.

"Out!" Muttering a string of cuss words, the mousy woman climbed gracelessly from cab. As she did so, Louise's blue eyes scanned over her friend's attire. "I know that you're worried about running into the Tarot people again," she commented suddenly, "and you have every reason to be. Vincent will probably be mad that you stole his ugly sweater."

Rayleigh's cheeks warmed against the night's chill. "Why don't you get down here and say that to my face?" she countered, jabbing an accusing finger in her friend's direction.

"Because I don't think I can stoop down that far." With a cackle and a wave of her gloved hand, Louise cued her horses into a trot. The thudding of their hooves on the icy cobblestone drowned out the death threats that Rayleigh fired after their driver.

Balling her hands into fists, Rayleigh felt the long sleeves of the ill-fitting sweater slip past them, dangling comically at her sides. The thick wool rubbed painfully against her bare skin as she took her first steps toward the bar, it's hem covering her leggings nearly to her knees; there were only inches of black, stretchy fabric revealed between the end of the sweater and the beginning of her brown boots. "It's not ugly," she muttered, most unconvincingly.

The sights, sounds, and scents of the party overwhelmed her as she tugged open the heavy door and descended on the small bar. Immediately, her gaze swept the room, and she silently took note of where the Tarot members resided. Having recently left the group, Rayleigh was anxious to see how they would respond to her making an appearance. The majority of them, she quickly noted, were assembled near the bar. This was incentive enough for her to b-line for the furthest table.

That table, she quickly realized, was already occupied. I don't recognize him, she thought to herself. Maybe he won't tell anyone that I'm here. Willing herself to shrink even smaller, Ray scurried toward the table where Siegfried Alfheim resided.

"Mind if I join you?" She plastered a wide grin across her face as she added, "you're alone. I'm alone too. Might as well sit together, so people don't know how alone we are, huh?" Immediately, her face contorted into a mortified expression. "That came out a lot harsher than I had anticipated."

[Izvilvin]

One of his eyes cracked open, peering into the corner of the room. He'd tied his cloak over the blinds of the sole window, its black cloth doing a better job than them of blocking out the sun, the moon, and the frequently flashing or strobe-like celebrations of the citizens outside.

Izvilvin was in Beinost on business, business which had concluded the previous day after two sleepless sojourns through the forest. As a result, he'd been exhausted and quickly checked in at the Aces High. The warrior hadn't had time to learn of the celebration and its inspiration.

Now he sat up, awakened by clamor from outside of his door. Someone had stormed down the hall, followed by frustrated yells and another pair of stomping boots - a lover's spat, most likely, or someone eager to give a lecture and not allowing escape. He could hear a variety of conversations downstairs, now, people meeting one another for the first time, regular patrons gathering together to talk about their families, and too many others for him to keep track of them all. Some thought his keen ears elegant, but they were an awful pain at times.

He stood and began to dress, pulling a forest green shirt, long-sleeved, over his taught and compact torso. Armor came next, the old breastplate of Tarry Wheeler sliding comfortably over his head. Then his sword belt, Icicle and Mjolnir dangling from just above his hips; then his sai. Then his knives. Then his kukris.

Without his cloak, Izvilvin looked equipped to wage war against the country by his lonesome. That alone would bring stares, and that wasn't considering his heritage - the warrior had experienced little love from the land of Raiaera over the years.

He pulled the item from the window, unwrapping it and shaking out the collected dust from the top. It covered up his weapons, and with the hood down, the elegant article made him look a little more belonging among the citizenry. Less like a violent mercenary, more like a dark elf noble of Ettermire.

He left the room and locked the door behind him, tucking the key into an inside breast pocket. To his right, he spotted someone heading away from her own room. He watched her do so, and continued to watch as she left the room area. When she disappeared from sight, he spent a moment watching the space she'd last occupied.

Izvilvin shook himself out of spell.

Keeping as low a profile as possible, he descended the stairs and entered the tavern area. He slid up to the bar and into a stool with one elegant motion, and turned his back to the inner section.

When the dwarf approached him, he quickly tapped on an empty mead mug sitting on the bar in front of him, then tossed up a single finger.

[Alyssa Snow]

Alyssa took a deep breath and held her mug close to her lips. The steam billowed up and helped to warm her chilled nose. She felt the warmth of the rum on her cheeks, flushing them a rosy hue. Her eyes drifted over the smiling faces, laughter, and cheer. Until, she witnessed some familiar figures from her past. One royal Emperor, betraying his usual purple ensemble in favor of a peppermint red. Another adorable red head doing her best to blend into the festivities, wool sweater and all. A mischievous rogue, lightly weaving through the holiday chaos to curiously plant an acorn atop a noble elf's head.

Alyssa perked up, bell ringing atop her hair, at the sight of her former comrade in arms. Eyes wide, she pushed herself from the comfort of her leather throne and scampered to Illara's lovely seclusion in the corner. On her way, she caught the shoulder of Vincent Cain, toppling a portion of her drink to the floor.

"Vince!" Alyssa shouted as though it were his fault. "Watch where you're going!"

She shot him a dirty look and narrowed her eyes. He made a retort, but she pursed her lips, shook her head, and continued onward with mess behind.

"Dog!" Alyssa shouted, oblivious to the way that might look and sound to others. "What're you doing in Bienost?! It's been, what, four - five months?!"

Weaving and dodging to the half elf's private reprieve from the celebration, Alyssa brought it to her. In the poorly lit, but equally fragrant corner of the tavern, Alyssa helped herself to a seat beside the girl.

"Hey, so... Who's that guy?" Alyssa whispered, her finger inconspicuously extended toward the dark haired elf. "And what's with the acorn? That an elf thing?"

Alyssa quirked a brow.

To Illara, a different girl sat beside her than the insecure wretch who fought with her against the abominations in Lindequalme. No longer would Alyssa fear herself, her reason for living. She was her own person now, an individual. Her personality no longer hid underneath a label. Afterall... It’s not what you’re made of that matters. It’s what you make of yourself. Though she did not heed those words immediately, they were now a part of her. Words from a misunderstood to a lost and confused, but equally wise and true.

[Siegfried]

Siegfried took another swig of his ale, but before his glass reached his lips a surprise splash lapped against his face. His head jostled from the sudden sensation of the alcohol facial and he inadvertently inhaled a minutia up his nose. Next came the controlled but unstoppable coughing mixed with the unpleasant burning of breathing ale. His mug smacked against the wooden table to permit his hands to swat against his face in the attempt to eradicate the problem only to make it worse.

"What in Galatirion's name?!" came his Elvish outburst in confusion.

The collateral damage ensued until the High Elf Bladesinger managed to contain the incident with the cuff of his sleeve. Siegfried batted the lashes of his vibrant amber eyes in an effort to blink away the residual moisture. In the process, his gaze fell to the frothy mug on the table before him. Floating amidst the fizzing surface, a single acorn bobbed in and out of view. The Elven Noble snatched the wooden tankard by the handle to examine his mortal enemy with greater precision and zeal.

"An... acorn?" he mumbled.

Immediately his gaze shot toward the rafters. Part of him expected a rodent to be peering down upon him with a squeak and a scoff. Instead, the only thing his keen eyes found was the tinsel, mistletoe, ethereal lights, and candelabra woven between the support beams. He racked his mind and with a confused expression, concluded that the fruit of the oak was foreign and out of place. He took one last look at the seed in his mug with ire and bewilderment.

"Mind if I join you?" The voice was petite, musical, and unexpected.

Yet, it successfully pulled his attention away from the mystery at hand to the young human girl who stood across the table. Part a look of confusion and part a look of shock, Siegfried opened his mouth to reply, but stalled on the words.

"You're alone. I'm alone too. Might as well sit together, so people don't know how alone we are, huh?" She paused. "That came out a lot harsher than I had anticipated."

With the warmth of brew still on his cheeks, the Elven swordsman loosed a short chuckle paired with an inviting smile.

"No, no." He began in his fluent and refined Tradespeak. "By all means, join me. I'd welcome the company."

Siegfried gestured to the seat beside him which faced outward toward the other occupants. His ethics scolded him for not pulling the chair for her, but his wisdom applauded his decision to avoid testing his current state of balance and finesse.

"I much do like your sweater," he complimented. "Would you care for a drink? The food here is also worth the coin."

As he watched for her response, the corner of his eye noted the foreign object in his own glass. A replacement was overdue for himself as well. So, with his hand, he flagged the attention of the barkeep and prepared to call an order.

[realize.real.lies]

I couldn't help but scan the people around me and watching them share in the merry festivities, a small sad smile danced across my crimson lips as I thought of my own mother she always loved the holidays. Taking a large sip of my drink I let the taste linger on my tongue before swallowing it, sighing softly I ran a hand through my thick corkscrewed curled hair as I always did when feeling out of place which was more times than not. Chewing on my lower lip I was off in my own world when on of the staff accidently bumped the hand that held my drink causing my to drop it to avoid from spilling the rest of what remained in the cup on the floor causing it to shatter. Most of the people that occupied the space around her turned to look at the commotion.

"Shit!"

The girl that bumped me her innocent face filled with horror as I shot out of my seat, "oh my goddess I am so sorry ma'am!!! I will get you a new drink free of charge!" As she was babbling on I couldn't help but feel bad my annoyance diminishing the annoyance that was just once on my face. "Hey it's okay it happens especially with how crowded it is in here," my voice was light and carefree as I knelt down to help the already scrambling girl pick up the pieces. "My boss is gonna be so pissed and now every one is staring at me.." Her words faded off as the poor girls cheeks turned red I honestly did feel horrible for the thing so I stood up. Placing my hands on the curve of my hips clearing my throat, "have you never seen someone drop their drink before?" My tone was a bit harsher than I probably should have said it but how rude were they watching that girl because she bumped me and I dropped my drink. After my out burst most of the people went back to doing what they were previously doing before all the excitement.

All the shards were cleaned and swept up finally, the girl smiled softly, "thank you so much ma'am honestly it was kind of you to standing up for me so everyone would stop looking at me and well for taking the wrap pretty much." Feeling a bit awkward I just murmured you're welcome as she scurried away to replace my drink with a new one. Pinching the bridge of my nose in between my thumb and index finger as I was starting to feel the lack of sleep with a head ache coming on. Coming back to reality I watched the rest of the people around me with their loved ones and or friends. A wave of loneliness hit me all to hard as a frown caressed my plump lips as my life was all about being alone after my mother Nikta was murdered with a withdrawn father like mine.

Brought back out my deep thoughts by someone clearing there throats I looked up expecting to see the girl waitress but it was just my replacement drink that sat in front of me on the table and a shot of some clear liquid next to it. Looking around I was a bit confused but shrugged it off taking the shot in my hand and tossing my head back swallowing it quickly. I could feel the burn trail down my throat into my stomach warming my body and sending a slight violent shiver rippling down my spine. "Oh God what the hell was that just a shot of?" Taking a drink of my spiked apple cider attempting to wash the fowl taste of whatever the clear liquid was out of my mouth.

[The Mongrel]

Snow looks a lot nicer when you can watch it sparkle down from the vantage of a cozy seat. Food and drink in hand, I'd turned most of my attention to the storm instead of the crowd, paying just enough attention to Siegfried to notice just how well the acorn went over. As long as I live, I swear he'll never live down the Serenti Squirrel Incident. Really, it was his own fault he got crushed. The hangover in the morning would also be his fault, but after what had happened in the Red Forest, it was good to see him relaxed enough to enjoy a pint or five. He'd earned it. And I was never going to tell him that, so help me Aurient.

And so help me Megillion, if I had to pull him out of a puddle of his own vomit at the end of the night, I was going to slit his throat in the street and leave him to bleed out.

For a little while, my meal was my only company. Hot pastry, liberally doused with seasonings and filled with mushrooms, spinach, cheese, and a little bit of chicken complemented a large tankard of steamy, spicy, heady, bittersweet rum. I was going to have to watch that; the booze was strong and I don't let myself get drunk. Call it force of habit - a thief who's slow and clumsy from alcohol has a better chance at becoming a dead thief. It was a good meal, made with what the humans would call "love." In context, I think "love" is another word for "butter." Since my destination was some three hundred miles away and I wouldn't have a chance for a proper meal until I got there, the tremendous portion of grease and carbohydrates would be perfect fuel. I almost couldn't have asked for better.

My isolation was short-lived. A high-pitched voice cut through the din like a knife, calling a name I'd been given by a self-described Arsehole. The voice preceded a chipper blonde plopping herself in the chair next to mine and rapid-firing a list of questions.

"You look well, Ditz," I acknowledged, shoving my fishtail braid over my shoulder and turning so I faced the room more than the window. "I am in Benoist because..." I bit my lip; the urge to lie was almost overwhelming. The habit of lying was so deeply ingrained over half of my life that telling the truth - the truth that would serve me better in the Raiaera I'd woken to after the Day of Burning - was nearly impossible. "Benoist was the first Raiaeran city I could find charter to out of Scara Brae. I'm on my way to Alydia Ettermire's pet project in the Plaguelands on the request of a friend. I'm what they call 'good press' after the whole thing with Pode."

Surely Alyssa - one of the five to face the Aspects of the Witch - had heard it was a Raiaeran halfbreed who "struck the final blow." I was the only one of my kind who had come.

"That Bladesinger..." is one of the team that pulled my sorry ass out of the forest when Pode damn near killed me. Not technically a lie, but not the whole truth. "...He's my older half-brother. Siegfried Alfheim, by name. The acorn is a family in-joke. I'm not too keen on interacting with him right now, but thought I'd pick on him."

I watched a petit human girl - a young adult, doubtful she'd reached her first quarter century yet - approach my brother. I saw the look on his face, the drunken attraction. She said something about being alone, which was a line I'd heard clumsy young hookers use on men as drunk as Sieg was, but none in sweaters as eye-rippingly hideous as that one was wearing. He must be even more drunk than I thought to compliment her on it. How many has he even had? I only counted four mugs, but maybe some were cleared away...

Either my brother was ten ales in, or he was a featherweight.

"Heh. Look at him, getting some play. Can't blame her too much; he's very pretty. But it'll never last." I shoved another bite of heavily-buttered pastry into my mouth and laced my fingers, leaning into the table. "He'sha moody bashtard. This should prove hilarious."

I slid my attention back to Alyssa. "I don't think we should go by the insulting monikers given us by the Jackass. Pode called you Alyssa Snow, I remember. And my name is Illara Alfheim." She'd probably already had that figured out, if she hadn't remembered the Red Witch calling us out for our weaknesses. I was a hero in my homeland, after all.

[K-Zu-Ziro]

The positivity of the 1960s pumped its beat from the banks of the River Mersey. Mental illness held the young, disproportionately. So the vibes of his time and place failed to fill his veins, opinion or not, it was because of a chemical imbalance. Chemistry was his problem, trauma was to become hers. Liverpool sat on the north bank of the river. The Wirral sat on the southern banks. A flower girl thrilled by her generation, watched a scrawny t-shirt and bell bottoms wade into the waters where the river swirled with the Irish sea. She watched, wondering when he'd break into a swim. It was unusual to swim in the area because of the strong currents in the water, but some people did it on hot days. England got hot once in a while. It was January though, bleak and icy. He just waded into the waves.

It didn't take a physical body to toss and turn. Mux Drik continued to dream of the foreign world's past, present and future. Some of it curiously boring, some of it tragic, some of it energetic. It was just flashes of their lives.

Meanwhile, the festivities above continued. Metal rails rallied between snack size whirligigs, carved cogs, glossy gears and pinched tight pulleys. One of the upper corners of the Aces High had been equipped with a Rube Goldberg machine. The time wasted creating it was customary. It suddenly span and clicked into motion, moving with all the superfluous dingles and dongles required to captivate the average little girl or boy. A small keg dropped from a hatch in the ceiling and rattled on the brass tracks and began to roll.

[Rayleigh]

Though the elf turned to hail the nearest waiter, Rayleigh's emerald gaze did not waver from his form as she dropped into the chair. In fact, it intensified as she studied him more closely. He likes my sweater? she questioned silently, scanning him for raised eyebrows, or other tell-tale signs of sarcasm. But when he turned back to her, ale-flushed face split by a wide grin, some of her worry faded.

"Ahhh, no," she answered suddenly, recognizing the expectant twinkle in his hazel eyes, and realizing that he was waiting on her order. There were few things that Ray hated more than having someone spend money on her, especially a stranger. Her father had brought her up to distrust handouts, and besides, then the handsome elf might feel that she owed him something. "I'm all set." With much flourish, the young woman stretched her small body toward the nearest table, and drew one of mugs closer to her. It was half-filled with the dark ale, which sloshed about wildly as she settled back into her seat. "See?" she asked, holding the drink up for good measure.

When the elf turned back to complete his order, satisfied that his new companion was taken care of, the brunette brought the lip of the mug to rest just below her nose. She inhaled deeply. It did not smell like poison. Probably safe drink. Her face was masked by the bottom of the enormous mug by the time Siegfried faced her once more.

Once she came up for air, Ray peered over her mug at him. So far, he was very unlike the people she had spent the past few months with. More sophisticated. Better dressed. Not an asshole, she noted, thankfully. She also found herself fascinated by his haircolor, and she did not hesitate to share that with him. "I'm glad you like my sweater." Someone left it in an inn once, and I took it, just in case. "I really like your hair."

[Izvilvin]

Cool, blonde ale greeted Izvilvin's throat like a long-overdue storm in a blasted land. He closed his violet eyes and savored the drink with slow, ravenous gulps before setting the mug down once more.

He was more awake then, and turned slightly in his stool to face away from the bar and the nearby corner, peering out among the others in the Aces High. There was warmth here, and joy, and it warmed him as much as the mead. He tried to find the woman he'd seen just a glance of, moments before, but didn't spot her among the crowd. He smirked at himself for searching.

Izvilvin was caught with that look on his face as two men approached him, one leaning on the bar to block his view and the other just to the side. They weren't balanced, their eyes were bloodshot, and he could smell their stench easily. Very, very drunk, as well as very, very ugly humans had taken issue with his presence.

"S'funny?" the one at the bar asked, a furred brown collar atop his shoulders, on a wrinkled coat, and a similarly-colored mustache above his lip.

His compatriot leaned forward and mumbled something akin to "Yawassofunny," which might have also been a question.

There was no way to respond, he knew, for he'd had similar conversations many times before, back when he was younger and less experienced with the world outside of Alerar. Normally he knew better than to put himself in a crowd of humans and elves, especially to linger around longer than was required. The drow were not as despised as he'd once thought, but that didn't mean that people like these two didn't exist.

"I drink," he said, and motioned to his mug, "and then go."

His accent was thick with the melodic-but-sharp pronunciation of his people, and the two humans looked to one another confusedly. They faced him again with more annoyance in their expressions. "What?" the one at the bar yelled, quite a bit louder, drawing more attention from nearby than Izvilvin deemed safe.

"Ya shouldn't be here," the other demanded, his voice a little clearer now. "Get on... Get on out, already!"

These two were growing too loud, but Izvilvin had a room here that he was not willing to abandon just yet - the next ship toward his destination was not leaving for two days. He was also not willing to get into a fight in this place, and especially with these two fools. Idiots they were, not he didn't think them worthy of pain and suffering. It was a complicated world.

Izvilvin reached for his mug, but it was slapped away and off of the countertop, crashing onto the floor nearby. The man at the bar grinned, and that expression quickly turned into a snarl.

"Don't come back 'ere, black elf."

Izvilvin didn't see any reasonable option but to leave, and so with a quick glance across those nearby, he stood up to do just that.

[Logan]

For the first time in Thayne knows how long, Logan finally had a reason to celebrate the holidays. Friends, both from within the ranks of the Tarot Hierarchy and from outside their ranks, and those close enough to be considered family found their way into his life. In years past when the holiday season arrived, the psion tended to spend it alone, or at the least sharing it with mere acquaintances. He wasn't sure what changed, but someone had organized a nice little get together in Beinost of all places. Far be it for him to not show up to such an event.

Logan pushed open the wooden doors, and entered quietly. All around him, unfamiliar faces, and even a few relatively familiar faces, mingled with each other. He said hi to a couple of people he recognized, but mostly kept to himself as he made his way to the bar. If there was one thing a celebration had, it was good booze.

"What'll it be," the bartender asked with a thick dwarven accent.

The telepath thought for a moment, then smirked.

"Whiskey on the rocks."

As the barkeeper set about finding the right bottle and pouring the liquid, Logan glanced around the room. Alyssa and Vince both made it, apparently, though one of them appeared to sway a little more than the other. It seemed the elf he'd bought his bow from had also shown up, which might make for some interesting conversation at the very least. He caught sight of McKinley, his friend from a couple of months back, and made a mental note to see how she was doing. There was also Rayleigh, which wasn't much of a surprise, though he wasn't sure if he should approach her to talk about her recently leaving the Hierarchy, or if he would be better off leaving well enough alone.

"Whiskey on the rocks," the voice of the bartender pulled the psion's attention back to the bar.

Logan tossed a couple of gold pieces onto the wooden bar, and he nodded his appreciation to the barkeep. He turned back to the crowd, and made his way through the throngs to his red-headed friend.

"Hey Kinley, how's everything going? Any trouble with your other friends since we last talked?"

[loves.blessing.]

McKinley was all but relaxed for the simple fact this was the farthest that she has been from her dire wolf Nymeria, as if she knew of her distress the tall, slender wolf appeared at her window. Chewing on her lower lip for a moment Kinley nodded her head towards the entrance. "I can't believe I am going to do this..." Quickly she opened the door slowly to not chime the bell to loudly, as her dear companion entered the tavern as she hurried back to her seat with the medium size wolf in to behind her. Sitting down she giggled into her hand as Nymeria laid at her feet as Kinley curled up in the large comfy chair. Her fingers curled around her cup as she took another sip before setting her plate on the floor that had the remainder of her scraps of meat and potatoes. The dire wolf chuffed with approval before lapping up the left overs.

Watching the snow slowly drift to the ground she smiled gently her thoughts brought to Isadora the sweet latin woman that had raised her. Though her smile slowly started to fall into a frown as her heart started to ache with the thoughts of the woman that hadn't shown her love but didn't have to for Kinley to know she was. She was brought out of her thoughts as Nymeria growled slight and than the sound of a familiar voice filled her ears. Looking up she was greeted with the male known as Logan that she had met and befriended a few months before hand. Her cheeks inflamed with the crimson color making her freckles that scattered across her cheeks and nose more prominent to the eye. She watched as he glanced down at Nymeria before she realized that the wolf was still growling softly at the male. Snapping her fingers her companion looked at her for a moment before laying her head back down, nervously Kinley glanced back up at the male giving him an apologetic look.

"I.. I am sorry she is just very protective over me.."

Tucking a strand of her fiery mane behind her ear nervously she chewed on her lower lip when he spoke of the thugs that Joel had hired a few months back to bring her back to him. Clearing her throat she took a long drag of her spiked hot chocolate before she found the words to answer, "H..Hey Logan, I have been on the run for a few months... But I feel that is going to come to an end very soon.."

[realize.real.lies]

After I washed that good awful taste out of my mouth I couldn't help but be drawn to the bar as a fight seemed to be brewing up at the counter. Willing my vampire genes to heighten my hearing a tad be more I finally was able to pick up bits and pieces of the conversation and what the two drunken males were saying to the lone stranger. When they started the besmirch the male for what he was my blood instantly started to boil. Gripping my cup a little to hard with anger I stood up walking over to the bar, my heels clicking feverishly against the wooden floor as I squeezed my way through the crowd. Draining the newly full cup I placed it on the counter placing myself in between the two drunken bastards. "How'sss it goinnn hot stufffff." His words slurred heavily as the smell of his rancid breath assaulted my nostrils.

Quickly I thought on my feet grabbing the hand of the stranger, as he turned I could see the confusion on his face, willing him not to freak out from me holding his hand in mine I turned back to the two males. Placing his hand on my hip so that my hands were free I could see the look of disgust on the twos faces, "ya'know what he is right?" The one on my left popped the t at the end of the word harshly as I rolled my eyes with annoyance. "Yes I know who and what he is but that isn't what I came over here for." I could feel the sinister grin caress my plump lips as I saw a lit candle in front of me. Running my left hand over the flames and watching the fire dance around avoiding my skin.

"You do know the saying, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?" Looking at the two blokes as confusion laced through their facial features I could even feel the intense stare of the stranger as I took my free hand placing it on top of his as it still laid lightly on my hip. "Well you have scorned my love here because of something that happened long ago and most have gotten over so unless you want to feel my wrath I advise you to appease him with one hell of an apology." My voice was call yet eerily scary as the fire engulfed my hand. Bringing it closer to my face the flames slowly trickled down my finger tips into my palm forming a fire ball, a few gasp were heard on either side of her. "So...Sorry man no need to get... Hostile." Giggling softly as she watched them scurry out of the tavern roughly pushing passed the crowd I let the fire die out in my hand I turned to the bar tender and ordered the male a new ale since those assholes had split his other one.

When the mug of ale was placed in front of me I grabbed it and turned to a very confused looking man, holding the mug out to him I offered him a small smile. "Here, this is for you."

[Philomel]

The people who were already sitting there, drinking, would have not noticed the fact a member of a rare species had just walked in. The more observant, perhaps, might spot that underneath the swathes of material of the long skirt the legs were bowed, and the woman walked funny - but likely they just put it down to a disability. They might have noticed the huge buns of hair at either side of her head, making her look like some foreign princess who just didn't quite know how to fit in yet, but they would not have called them fake at first glance.

Not at a single glance, not with a small scathing look, then a snigger at the scowl on her face, and then a wuick look away.

No, it would take them time, and it would take art. A high roll of the perception dice to see that despite the strange way she walked it was with some ease, and that despite the way the buns looked real they didn't quite seem part of her hair. They might even notice that she muttered under her breath as she walked in, words of harsh sounding animalistic noises, that were wildly unknown by anyone there.

"Buggering dare," she said, in faunish.

Behind her a rather cheery fox followed, he not in disguise in any way, with his bright russet coat positively shining under the lantern light. Delighted as he was, he brushed the floor with his long fluffy tail, and padded with a bounce to his step. A grin was on his face, as cunning as the legends told he was - all devious because he had dared to tell the Matriarch that she could not get away with being a human on a bitter Aremm'gn night.

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references: Aremm'gn - faunish winter solstice

[Alyssa Snow]

"Right, right," Alyssa apologized. "Illara, then. I didn't know you had a brother. He's kinda cute."

With little to no regard for privacy, Alyssa watched Illara's brother converse with the brunette in the thick, green sweater. As she watched, she witnessed the girl snatch a drink off a neighboring table which had been previously used by a rather unsavory brute. In horror, the mug tipped back and the girl took a swig. A bitter sour taste welled at the back of Alyssa's throat with a snarl on her lip and scrunched nose in disgust. When the girl lowered the mug and shrugged off an approval, Alyssa's memory fell on a name.

"Rayleigh?!" Sock was clear on her tone. Alyssa quickly covered her mouth and adverted her eyes.

Alyssa shook off the thought. She knew there would be another time and another place to give her fellow engineer some flak. Not here, not today.

"Welp, at least she's good people. A little unorthodox, but that's what makes her fun." Alyssa murmured to Illara, but mostly out loud.

"Anyway," the blonde began as she took another sip of her drink, "Are you staying the night in Anvil's Inn? He's probably one of my longest known friends - great caretaker. His breakfasts are amazing, large portions too! Coffee on the other hand... you could probably take rust off a blade with the stuff..."

Alyssa shuddered for emphasis.

As she did, almost on cue, Anvil pulled his hammer from beneath the bar and struck a rather seasoned bronze gong. The tone range loud and clear through the ambient noise, interrupting conversations, laughter, and card games alike. With a sound like that, only the deaf would ignore the command for attention. Alyssa even noted a few place hands on their weapons.

"Aye! Listen up!" Anvil's Dwarven voice boomed, "I got 'tah make an announcement! First off, welcome to my humble Inn and Tavern. Been a long journey, but thanks to some help," He looked at Alyssa. "I've been fortunate enough t' open the Aces High!"

As the mountainous man roared, high elf servers dressed in clean and well tailored red & green outfits emerged from the doorways leading to the kitchen. Each one of them carried trays, pushed trolleys, and toted vessels. Aromas of cooked bird, smoked swine, herbs, broths, vegetables, and baked goods rolled into the main room. Each one of the servers walked in synchronization through the tenants and toward a large, long feasting table. Maids and bus boys hurried to remove any plate or mug not bolted to the table.

"Thanks to the contributions from Vincent Cain n' Alyssa Snow, heroes of the Red Crusade, we've got plenty of surprises planned for you! But before we get on to the festivities, I'd like t' offer you the freshest and best cuisine, this side of Dagger Peaks! All y'see here is free and paid by yer heroes, so dig in! Share! Drink! And be merry!"

Anvil finished his speech and waved the servers on. More and more poured from the back kitchen. Wines, fruits, jellied goods, relish plates, stuffing, gravy, and all the makings of a grand feast poured out and was arranged elegantly along the length of the table. In the center, an ice sculpture of a glorious firm stood, lit from the inside by shimmering motes of magic.

"Well then, guess you're off the hook for having your named dropped, Illara." Alyssa smiled at her companion and lifted her drink for a toast. "Though if I remember correctly, that's the way you'd like to keep it."

The beginning of the Holiday Festivus has commenced! Thanks to the gratuities of those who thanked Alyssa & Vince for their efforts in slaying the Red Witch, all of tonight's food and drink is on the house. Please feel free to use this opportunity to grab a bite, meet someone at the table, and mention that some of your nation's unique dishes are present. Get creative, have some fun. In another few rounds of posts, there will be a post-feast event/declaration! The rewards for it will include free EXP!

And thank you, all of you, who decided to join me in this thread. :)

[Izvilvin]

Izvilvin took the new mug of ale with a smile on his handsome face. She'd put on quite a display while defending him, conjuring an orb of fire and getting in the face of the two troublemakers. The dark elf wasn't always comfortable with displays of magic, especially when not knowing the extent of someone's powers, but this had been just fine.

He settled back down into his seat and his eyes met hers. They then drifted down to her supple, ruby lips - and he had a difficult time looking away.

"This was kind," he said. "Sometimes, there are not good things for me in Raiaera."

His tenuous grasp of the common tongue revealed, Izvilvin took a shallow taste of his new ale.

"How much time you are here?" He shook his head immediately, knowing he had gotten the tense wrong. "How much time have you been here?"

They were interrupted before she could respond, the bronze gong's crash reverberating through the establishment. Izvilvin adjusted to look in the direction of origin, but was sure to keep Karina in frame.

Following Anvil's initial bellowing announcement, a coordinated and impressive display was put on. As the servers set up the main table, cleaned it, and set upon it heaping piles of food, Izvilvin began to sit up straighter. He let the enticing smells of spice, roast, oil, grease, and butter fill him with anticipation. He looked about and spotted an unoccupied table with empty glasses on it.

In a single deft movement he rose, gently placed a hand on Karina's shoulder and got her attention. His eyes flashed to the empty table and he snatched up his filled mug. "Come with me and we can eat as friends."

[redford]

A monstrous, hunched form walked down the streets of Beinost through the rapidly building snow. It lumbered slowly, ominously toward the river through the city. The wind gusted and snow fell anew, both from the sky and from rooftops, dislodged by the wintery assault. The figure ambled on, unperturbed by the elements. Should anyone have braved the streets of south Beinost to gaze upon the thing, they would have seen a massive, white bipedal creature easily eight feet tall, covered in thick fur. It would be hard to hear in the wind, but a low growl would escape the creature every now and then, filling the air around it with a deep rumble.

South Beinost was empty though, all of its residents moving to enjoy the festivities in a part of the city that wasn't knee deep in wet snow. It crunched beneath the behemoth's feet as it walked north, steam escaping its maw as it exhaled. A bright, excited voice rang out in the street.

"That was great, Uncle John!" Hawl exclaimed from inside her many layers of clothing. Hawl wasn't really a girl at this point, much more like a bundle of clothes and robes with a girl inside it. The clothes she wore likely weighed at least as much as she did. She swatted the slain deer she sat upon, thinking it would make fine meat for stew.

John smiled from inside his armor and fur, chuckling and sending out deep reverberations through the windy air. Hawl's excited happiness was contagious, and it rubbed off on John. He spoke up, hiking the deer he was carrying up to a more comfortable position, nearly toppling Hawl from her perch. She regained her balance after a moment though.

"Yes, Hawl, it was."

John felt nice. It wasn't great, it wasn't earth shattering, but he felt nice. He had nearly forgotten just how good nice was. Contentedness filled his mind like wine filled a glass. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment as he smiled, almost just because it felt normal to smile, and not simply a manufactured thing. The smile evolved into a wide grin as John emerged from the worst of the snowstorm assaulting Beinost during the festivities. The air was clearing and he could actually see fifty feet in front of him now.

He saw the glow of torch-lit windows before he saw the Aces High itself. One of the men outside smoking a pipe glanced at him, and stood still as a statue as he approached, gripped with fear at the approach of the white-furred giant. John spoke easily as he passed, ascending the stairs up to the porch. Hawl hopped off the deer as John knelt down to let her off, sliding the large buck under a massive arm as Hawl reached up to turn the doorknob.

John passed under the crossbar, ducking under it as hawl followed closely behind into the foyer, shedding her outerwear. John set the buck down, admiring it with a smirk again. Sixteen points on its antlers, and there wasn't even any blood on the floor, as he'd killed it by breaking its neck. John shook the snow off of himself. Hawl was finished removing her many coats and scarves, and had put them on a hook that she had to reach up quite a bit for. The snow off of him, John grabbed the buck again, and as he did, Hawl leapt on his shoulders. John smiled again, and was glad his smile was genuine. He began to hear the bustle of a party inside, and hoped he wasn't too late to join the festivities. He walked around a corner into the Aces High proper, eight feet tall and holding a large deer under his arm, with thick white fur coating him from head to toe.

People stared and parted for him, giving strange looks; but for the first time in a long time, he didn't care that much about what they thought. The bar had a couple seats open, and John took both of them, laying the deer on the bar. While most who noticed John's entrance were quite silent, The barkeep, Anvil, was not.

"Oi! What're ya doing bringing a deer into this place, eh?" he inquired loudly as people returned to the party.

John smiled, realizing that his fur still obscured most of his form. He willed the fur away, and away it went, evaporating into a gray mist that dissipated within seconds. "A gift for your ovens and pots, friend!" He said jovially, patting the deer. Anvil's eyes looked from him to the deer, and looked it over, prodding the meat for a bit before the dwarf grabbed a leg with a meaty hand, swinging it over the bar on his shoulder. He smiled back at John.

"Well, anybody that brings food to my bar can have whatever he wants, what do ya need?"

John smiled as Hawl spoke first. "Cocoa please!"

John looked up a little at Hawl, then back to Anvil. "Cider, hot, thank you,"

Anvil laughed as he disappeared behind a door, yelling behind him, "Is there any other kind?"

John looked to the side. He'd seen Logan when he came in, but hadn't spoken to him. He clapped his psionic friend on the back gently.

"Fine night, eh?" he said as Anvil returned with their drinks. John reached up, handing Hawl her drink. She held it with both hands and sighed as the warmth crept up her fingers. John's cup was larger, and pungent with apples and cinnamon. He smiled again, wondering how long it had been since he had felt this way.

[K-Zu-Ziro]

The squeaking barrel left the rails of its Rube Goldberg style contraption and plummeted to the ground below. With a mighty crack and splash it split wide open and left a wet patch in the very centre of the establishment. When the bubbly haze settled, a froth-covered rat as big as a dog and as fat as Earth's Father Christmas sat looking sorry for himself. It was Digsy, one of K-Zu-Ziro's threesome. While undeniably ratty in appearance, he was certainly humanoid and soon to prove his sentience. The rotund rodent twitched his whiskers and shook off the excess liquid.

"Well," he whistled to nobody in particular, "that was a lot of fun!"

His hesitation and his blood alcohol levels were inverted, he waddled directly for Siegfried and Ray.

He hadn't noticed Sir John, but Sir John had a decent chance of noticing him.

[realize.real.lies]

I can't believe I just did that for a stranger, I mean I just revealed my powers like it was nothing. I was mentally hitting myself in the head because my mother was killed just for being a human what if they try and execute me for being impure in their eyes with having two genes instead of one. Catching my plump lower lip in between my teeth I sat taking a deep breath to trying and calm my heart that was pounding loudly. What's done is done and I wouldn't change it for the simple fact he was being picked on and that isn't right! I told myself fiercely taking a few more deep breaths before I waved my hand once motioning to fill my spiced apple cider. Murmuring a gentle thanks offered the bar keep a soft smile trying to pay for the drink but he waved it off walking away before I could protest. Turning back to the male that I had just helped a few moments ago I took a long drink of my spiked beverage before our eyes met.

I noticed that he glanced down at my lips making me a bit confused maybe I had something one them, taking the tip of my tongue I traced my plump crimson lips. Though when he didn't look away I placed my hands gently over them, "I-is there something on my mouth?" When he looked away I let a breath out I hadn't realized I had been holding, how embarrassing would it have been had I had something on my mouth. When he spoke a could feel the blush dance across my cheeks, "well I hate bullies I don't like other people being mistreated for something that they didn't do." My cheeks heated even more as I tucked a curl behind my ear, "I hope I didn't take it too far and insult you when I said you were my love/lover." A nervous giggle parted my lips before I grabbed my cup taking a long nervous gulp.

A soft smile replaced the cup that was just at my lips as I could tell he was struggling with the language though I grew up with a father that spoke many languages but not English very well. As I was about to answer a gong of some sort was struck drawing my attention to the person that gave a lovely speech.

A small sound of laughter parted my lips at the mountain of a man that gave the speech after clapping and thanks were given to those that earned it the food was brought out. The lovely smell of the air perfumed the air around the tavern as I watched many people dig into the assortment of food that had been laid out for them.

My attention to much on the people around me that when Izvilvinn laid a gentle hand on my shoulder I jumped slightly not anticipating it. Following his eyes site I saw an empty table grabbing my cup, "let's go shall we?" Following his lead I kept my eyes open and my senses on high alert in case any of those brutes wanted to try and be sneaky in the crowd. Finally as the sat down at the empty table I relaxed a little adjusting my corset that had loosened a bit in all the excitement that had happened. "So I am Karina, but please call me Kara I hate my real name." Offering out my hand to the male since I had defended him and was about to share a meal I think I should know his name at least.

[Siegfried]

Before Siegfried could flag a tender down for a new drink, he burst into a loud announcement. The High Elf grew his frustrations on his brow and lowered his hand. He listened, and witnessed the grand display of food and drink as it flooded into the main room. Siegfried questioned the lack of staff prior to now, but realized they committed themselves to the kitchen preparations. He found himself involuntarily nodding in approval. Though his own participation lacked the notoriety of the Famed Five, the veteran Bladesinger felt warmhearted by the display of goodwill by the Lord and Lady of the evening. Many of his fellow comrades in arms fell during to the Crusade -- He would enjoy this night for them.

When the commotion cleared, feast arranged in all its abundant glory, the High Elf turned to notice his company for the evening had acquired a beverage. How and when prickled at the back of his mind, but drowned out in the relaxing haze of his current buzz.

"Looks to me that we are set on food and drink for the night," Siegfried added with a chuckle. As one of the servers retreated back to the kitchen, the Elf threw up a finger. She caught it from the corner of her eye and approached their table.

"Yessir, is there something I can get for you?" the server asked with a sweet tone. The garbs of green and red hugged her form comfortably. Her pointed ears barely hid behind voluminous curls of dark blond.

"Miss, if you could, I'd like another one of these?" Siegfried gestured to the several empty mugs beside him. "An Eiskaltian Stout. The one infused with the local berries."

"Oh! Yes! I'm sorry, let me get these for you." She gathered up all the empty glasses in her petite hands, two in her grip, two in the crook of her arm. "I'll bring you a fresh mug right away!"

"Thank you, kindly."

With a slight curtsy, the young elven woman vanished into the kitchen. When Siegfried turned to his guest, her compliment caught him off guard. True, his hair was particularly exotic compared to most elves, but most acquaintances tend to question the markings he wore on his face.

'Perhaps she's intimidated?' he thought. 'Or... maybe she's just considerate. Rare to see in humans of this time.'

He smiled.

"Thank you." The elf slight shook his head to let the black and cerulean locks settle more comfortably around the length of his ears. "The color is a gift from my parents. As a child, they spoke of it as a blessing of the Pantheon - that I were to fulfill their will and accomplish great things."

The smile faded. Siegfried's mind began to pull memories from centuries past, vague images of a time both better and worse than the present. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, willing himself to eradicate his nostalgia. He succeeded, but mostly thanks to the heat of good booze warming his cheeks.

"Here you are, sir!" the sever's voice chimed. She placed a new frothing mug in front of him to which he quickly armed himself with. "Will there be anything else?"

"No, I think we'll be fine with the feast laid out. Thank you."

The server nodded with a smile, and before she turned to leave, she caught Rayleigh in the corner of her glance. Honey turned to venom in the elf girl's eyes. A quick, judgmental glance from top to bottom was all it took to convey the subtle yet catty message. Then, she gave her attention back to Siegfried, curtsied, and waded back into the fray.

"Pleasant help," Siegfried commented, oblivious to the unspoken exchange that just occurred. Then, realization struck him like mule.

"Oh! My manners!" He tucked his chin to his neck toward his acquaintance. "Siegfried Alfhiem of the Bladsinger's Fifth Regiment, First Platoon." He rose his head, eyes meeting hers. "And might I ask your name?"

His formalities fell for a moment, stolen by the shimmer and gleam of her striking green eyes. He found himself holding contact longer than intended, and his better judgement faltered to correct him.

[The Mongrel]

I shook my head in response to Alyssa's assessment of me. "I gave you my name because we survived the same hell. As far as anyone else need know, I'm just a mongrel cur." Since my brother was both drunk and distracted, I stood a good chance of remaining anonymous unless I chose to reveal myself.

"And far be it from me to steal the accolades you've earned at your own party. Stars know I've had enough attention to last from now until Haide freezes over. Though I might try to capitalize on my name to get some breakfast in the morning." I raised my mug a little bit in the direction of my blonde dining companion. "To the victorious Alyssa Snow."

I drank deeply and looked around, at the full Alerian and his sharp-fanged companion, at the uncomfortable woman with the fox, at the clumsy fool who had tried to shield himself from my attacks inside a dollhouse, at the human approaching my brother and his companion. "It's nice, you know. To see so many people from so many different races gathered in relative peace. You should go enjoy it, Alyssa. This night is for you."

I shifted a little in my seat, and a dark red cloth peeking from my satchel reminded me that I would have to get close to Siegfried again before he left the inn. When he'd found out I was going back to Raiaera in time for the Winter Festival, Uncle G made a scarf for me to give to him. In true dwarven fashion, it rivaled the girl's sweater in its ugliness.

He'd also made me one. And was I going to wear it while walking the lonely snow-covered tracts where no one could see me for leagues? Yes, I was, because in true dwarven fashion, it was also incredibly warm.

[Izvilvin]

Karina couldn't have been more wrong about why Izvilvin's attention had been drawn to her lips. He didn't laugh at her mistake, of course, but he did wonder how she could have misinterpreted his absentminded staring. Karina seemed to be a woman who knew her assets. At least some of her appeal must have been by design... Right? He simply let the moment pass and told himself to be more mindful, and respectful, with his wandering eyes.

Before he had a chance to sit, he spotted a man - a monstrous one - carrying a deer carcass. With his keen ears he heard all within the Aces High's eating area, and so a pleased smile crossed his face when he learned John's intentions. He sat across from Karina.

"Well met, Kara," he said, enunciating carefully. He took her delicate hand in his and shook it gently, careful not to let it linger too much. "My name is Izvilvin. I have a friend who likes the name Iz, and a friend who likes Izzy. You can call me whatever you want."

Izvilvin was under the impression that they would serve themselves from the middle table. While that did appear to be the case, and many patrons were doing just that, there were also servers distributing servings. He held up two fingers, and he and Kara were served huge, unreasonably high stacked plates. He could not discern every item on his, but there were multiple meats, a drumstick of some creature, gelatin, mashed and boiled and fried vegetables, and more. Steam wafted up between them and the scents, so alluring, were even stronger now that the food was so close.

He picked up their earlier thread of conversation.

"Do you have the bullies too? I do not want to create fight in a nice place like this. I did not know what to do."

"But when you called me 'lover,' it is like I said before, you can call me whatever you want."

He smiled at that, a sheepish one, and popped a piping-hot herbed carrot into his hungry mouth.

[Philomel]

Philomel took a seat in the very corner of the room, in the only space she could find. It happened that someone was already sitting on the other side of the table, on the opposite bench, and was staring at her with wide eyes. She did not ask if 'those seats were taken' as to her, obviously they were not at least for now. And plus, she was tired. And grumpy.

She glared back, her grey eyes sparking into furious stars, and the opposite weed of a man backed down, forcing his gaze into his tankard. Another individual, a pale fair-haired woman came sauntering up to complain at Philomel, but when she too saw the fury in the 'human's' eyes, she bit her bottom lip and just squeezed in beside the weed.

Veridian leapt with a clean jump onto the table, shocking the couple. Ignoring their reactions, however, he proceeded to sit and preen himself.

This is a loud place, he said as the room burst into melodrama. Philomel just grumbled, then growled.

Swaggering then into the pub the last of their party stormed in. Maverik had been late, as usual, collecting all of the weapons she deemed necessary before joining them. Today she came in with full armour plus halberd, sword and buckler, with all near seven foot of her suddenly drawing a lot of attention. The elf's narrow eyes scanned the room for the faun - or 'human' - that she was sworn to protect, and for a while they stopped on a series of individuals - a giant man, even taller than herself, a couple of elves who were flirting, a weird ... bug thing - then she shrugged, and started to just shoulder her way through the winter-mad crowd.

"Why did we have to bring the ship up here, Matriarch?" she roared. "It's even colder than my grandmother's corpse!"

[Logan]

The psion gave a gentle nod to McKinley and replied, "good. The offer still stands, should you need any help whatsoever dealing with things, I'm more than happy to help."

It was in that precise moment when John clapped him on the shoulder, which caused Logan to nearly drop to one knee from the unintended effect of the giant's strength.

His head cocked as he glanced toward John, then to the rather diminutive, though nobody should ever tell her that, Hawl. He then turned back to the redheaded girl.

"Oh, and probably more importantly, I have a few friends who I'm certain would be more than pleased to help as well. For now, I'm going to sample of the food. Anyone care for anything?"

The telepath didn't wait for a response, opting instead to head toward the gargantuan feast. He took a deep breath, sampling the delicate aromas as they began to intertwine with one another. The Fallien dishes nearly dropped him to his backside, strong enough to easily clear anyone's sinuses. Quietly, he snagged a small bowl, and ladled a bit of what he could only assume was a soup into the bowl. With a smirk, he found himself a chair and proceeded to slurp. His anticipation for a warm dish turned out to be anything but as the chilled tomato and garlic mixture forced him to squinch his face slightly, but even still it was a wonderfully flavored entree.

Perhaps they should label these dishes. The thought made him chuckle as his finished off his bowl.

[realize.real.lies]

A small smile caressed my lips returning the gentle hand shake, "It's lovely to meet you darling." With drawing my hand from his grasp I couldn't help but chew on the inside of my cheek for a moment as I thought of a nickname, Izzy or Iz was nice but too obvious. Tapping my index finger on my ample lips that I tended to purse out when thinking like I was doing at this very moment which probably made me look rather weird to Izvilvin. "As for the nickname I think I will have to get to know you better to give you one, like start to get a grasp of what you are like on a personal level." As soon as the words left my lips my hand shot up to my mouth as the look of fear washed over my seraphic features, "I mean I didn't- not that you aren't handsome or anything but I just probably sounded like one of those hussies on the street. I meant as like a friend first if you even want a relationship like that with me, Goddess knows this could be the first and last time I see you again." I was rambling just grabbing strands of whatever was in my mind and blurting them out. My cheeks I could feel were sharing the same hue of red as my lips as I took a deep breath allowing my emerald green eyes to glance at him.

"I am sorry I don't usually talk to people actually you are the first person I have spoken to and held a conversation that lasted more than three sentences with for almost ten months.. I am sort of how you would say social awkward." Running a flustered hand through my curls which only swayed and bounced back into place, letting a big gush of air out in the sound of a loud sigh. As the plate was sat in front of me my mouth all but hung open at the mountain of food they had piled onto the dish. "I won't even be able to eat a quarter of this!" Picking up my fork I stuck it in a red potatoes that looked like it had been roasted with butter, herbs and garlic. A small moan parted my lips as the flavor all but sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. After swallowing I washed it down with my drink before tilting my head back into the air sighing, "Goddess is it good to have food that isn't junk or taste like card board.."

Taking another drink I ran my finger around the rim of the glass trying to find how to word my answer, I had only just met his man so I didn't wish to tell him my life story about my mother plus it was still a sore subject from me all these years later. "I guess you could say in a way that I had bullies yes. Very, very bad ones that cost someone's life that I cared for dearly." A soft sad smile caressed my lips as the answer was informative yet a bit vague. Nodding my head I popped another potato into my mouth after finishing it another swig of my drink, "I understand I am used to large guys like them trying to throw their weight around so to speak so that is why I stepped in."

As the crimson hue danced back into my cheeks a small school girl like giggle could have been heard from any one around us as I caught my lower lip in between my teeth from stopping myself from giggling again. Goddess, grow up Karina so he said you can call him your lover don't go all girly now with the giggle fits. I harshly scolded myself but as soon as I saw the sheepish smile dance across his lips another giggle left my lips, "well I think I will just stick with your full name for now as to I don't know you that well to call you my lover."

[Aelin Valth]

Beinost was new to him.

Corone was a different world from Raiaera. The magic was thicker here, and stronger, yet the power felt sundered and scattered. Every time he strained his mind for a connection, it felt odd. The heat was there, and the flames boiled in his blood, but the world tasted hostile on his tongue.

"Care fer a drink, laddie?" The Bartender was a stout dwarf with kind features, and he seemed extremely forthcoming with his wares. "Everythin' what I have is free tonight, courtesy of the lovely Alyssa and mister Vincent."

Aelin eyed the two that the Dwarf indicated for a moment, then returned his smiling gaze to the man. "An Ice Cider, if you please," Aelin requested cordially. "I've not had one in such a long time. There's a strain on trade from Radasanth to the rest of Corone-"

"Aye, aye, I'll get ye a cider, lad," he laughed. "You're new around here, tryin' to make a few friends, eh?"

Aelin felt his face darken a shade as his eyes dropped to the table. He felt his stomach sink, and searched himself for the proper words to respond. "Y-yes," he answered honestly. "Initiate Knight Valth," he added. "Third tribunal regiment, Corone. I was sent to Raiaera for further training."

"Knightly order, and they sent you from Corone? Don't get too knightly this side of the water, lad." The barkeep polished a glass and watched the silver haired youth intently, mirth in his smirk. "What sort of knightly training do you intend, skulkin' about with elves and the walkin' dead?"

"My order dabbles in mystery as well as chivalry," Aelin explained. "The Arcane Knights take a proactive stance on the misuse and dangers of Magic across the known world."

"Aha," the Dwarf snapped. "Yer a Mageling."

Aelin blinked. "Ah, er, yes. My formal training is in the arcane arts."

"And that sword you wear?" Aelin glanced down to his hip, where the lithe blade rested all but forgotten. "Should I assume it is largely for show?"

"Ahhh..." Aelin sank into his seat a bit further as he felt the desire to dissappear increasing. "...can I just have my cider?" he asked, in the smallest voice possible.

With a loud laugh, the dwarf placed a flute of rich, pale liquid on the table before Aelin. "You'll need more gumption than that to survive out here, boy." Aelin took the drink in hand and matched gazes with the barkeep. "You're going to need to grow a backbone, and soon. No amount of magical knowledge will save you if you don't have heart."

Aelin lifted the drink to his lips and washed away his doubts. The flute rattled to the table. "I appreciate your concern," Aelin stated flatly. Everyone always doubts me, he mused. Even the ones who don't know me.

[Izvilvin]

Agep lu'eeren, he thought, the carrot exploding with flavor and depth. How could a roasted vegetable be so delightful, particularly one so common?! Just salt and pepper were enough to throw him into an internal frenzy - he couldn't recall the last time he'd had food with spice and flavor! Izvilvin resolved to splurge a bit more and explore the offerings of nearby pubs.

Next was a generous forkful of turkey and potatoes, smothered in tar-colored gravy and absolutely raging hot. He ate it with lustful but polite chewing, his mouth open to allow the heat to escape but hidden by a skillful hand.

And all the while he listened intently to Karina. She was nervous, he could tell, or at least a bit unsure about herself. Izvilvin allowed himself a moment of feeling badly for insisting on their continued parlance, but wiped it away quickly - she was sitting with him because she wanted to.

He weighed her words carefully. She had revealed much, many small details that Izvilvin knew could be expanded upon to much more.

"You said Goddess. Is that I understood that you have religion?"

He immediately regretted the question - religion was often a sore topic. He wanted to ask her why she spoke so rarely to others, what had happened to cause the death of another, but these felt more personal. He wanted to address her presumption that she sounded like a hussy - this one, in particular, he could not respond to with levity in the face of serious comments.

[Alyssa Snow]

"Thanks, Illara." Alyssa smiled and brought her mug to her lips. "It would have been nice to have everyone from the crusade here, but I heard many are either tending to reconstruction or taking a well deserved leave."

She leaned back in her chair. From the corner table that she and her reclusive colleague sat, Alyssa had full view of the tavern. Guests tended to the feast in spurts. Some wore smiles and laughed with friends and loved ones. Others twisted and cringed their faces in response to new flavors not custom to their limited palettes. Then, there were the one-offs - those without another to share the eve with. These were the stragglers and lone wolves who simply found themselves in the right place at the right time. Even while alone, Alyssa could see the warmth of the festivities in their flushed cheeks. A sense of accomplishment washed over the girl. Though she still felt, deep down, that she was undeserving to be considered one of them, this moment helped to soothe her self doubts.

Amidst the crowd, the blonde found a head of silvery hair fighting his indecision while looking over the vast collection of dishes. Alyssa's eyes perked up and her lips curled into a smirk. She brought her fingers up to the damascus cuff on her right ear and gave it a slight tug. Like throwing a fishing line, Alyssa cast her thoughts out into the crowd and hooked herself a Logan McCloud.

"Why hello there, Lo-Lo," Alyssa projected into his mind. Usually requiring some form of acceptance protocol, Alyssa knew Logan always kept his mind open for her. Before he had time to react, the smiled and softly laughed to herself, anticipating the cocked head and bewildered stare.

"Do you mind if I invite another to join us, Illara? Or would you rather take a moment to enjoy some solitude?" Alyssa asked making a gesture with her head toward the psion.

[The Mongrel]

I'd recognized the figure from that Citadel battle not very long in the past. I'd never learned my opponent's name, nor had I given mine. But he stood head and shoulders above me and outweighed me by a good deal, and had still fallen beneath my assaults. I wanted to smugly conclude that superior speed outmatched unfettered physical power any time, but Stars only knew what would have happened if we'd had a proper duel. Instead, the silver-haired strangler had simply learned to never bring a flying leap to a gun fight.

I still felt dirty for resorting to Alerian technology for a victory, however fake the weapons and the arenas were.

It was my intention to reiterate my instructions to Alyssa, to tell her again to go and bask in the glory of her own victory. People had crowded around the man she'd indicated in waves, and I've never been comfortable around groups of strangers. I just wanted to observe, really. This celebration was the closest I'd get, as far as ambiance and energy, to a gathering of Unfoundlings for perhaps several years, and I wanted to enjoy the bittersweetness of that sentiment.

Instead, I heard myself saying, "If you want. I need to refresh my drink, but I'll probably be back before he arrives."

What in Haide...? Really, Illara?

Maybe I wanted to be part of a group for once, but that didn't sound like me. Granted, fifty year-old me would have said it didn't sound like me to fall in love with anyone, much less an unholy hybrid of orc and lowly human, and I had.

Whatever. Maybe it'll be fun. Doesn't mean I can't strangle my brother before that, though.

Mug in hand, I slipped into the crowd, moving casually but purposefully toward the bar, slipping dexterously past other revelers, often before they were aware I'd ever been near them. I did refresh my drink, trading strong, sweet rum for strong, sweet cocoa, then I eyed my mark. Still drunk. Still distracted. Still not looking at me.

Perfect.

In the seconds before my new cup arrived, I made a quick slipknot in the ugly burgundy scarf Uncle G had meant for Siegfried. Two swift steps took me to his back, a flick of my wrist and a sharp yank of soft fabric completed the attack.

"Ai' atar lle vedui' onaya."

I melted back into the crowd before he had a chance to turn around.

[realize.real.lies]

I watched as he eat with much hunger but yet with such grace and politeness that a small danced across my plump red lips. He was a dashing looking man after all and seemed kind and genuine with interest to learn about me. Shaking my head a little I sighed softly taking a forkful of what looked like stuffing and well I guess stuffing it into my mouth. The flavors of the bread, rosemary, garlic, butter and other savory flavors caressed my pallet as a small moan crept out of my mouth as I chewed slowly. I just kept repeating to myself as I chewed my stuffing, if your own father can hurt you what makes you think another person won't do the same? Never to get attached and never make any types of relationships. Acting as if I was really into my food I shuffled a few of the mixed sautéed veggies around along with my stuffing and what looked to be ham before popping a small parsnip into my mouth. Whoever had prepared the food was an amazing cook, I mean I can through down in the kitchen as well but my Goddess this was like heaven in my mouth.

Focused on my food I jumped slightly when he asked about the religion I have because of me saying the word Goddess. Catching my lower lip in between my teeth as I fumbled around with it unsure how to explain. "Um..." Casting my eyes up to meet his worried facial expression I released my lip scratching the back of my head causing my curls to jump. "Well.." I was struggling horribly with trying to explain this to him when I am sure it was so simple to say.

"My mother-" I could feel the sadness starting to drip down my face like rain fell as a picture of my mother popped into my head instantly. "I am sorry, my Mother was- well she practiced Pagan witchcraft so I guess you could call her a wiccan and so they tended to pray to multiple Gods and Goddesses. I grew up with her always saying Dear Goddess and thinks like that.." I could feel my cheeks heating up as a pink hue caressed them. Why was that more difficult than it had to be, yes my mother was dead and had been for a few years so why on Earth was it so hard for me to think about her? A small sigh parted my lips as I couldn't help but avoid his eye contact, he probably thought of me as some weird woman that couldn't speak properly. Playing with my lower lip again, Goddess I really have to break that habit, thinking to myself as I release my lip quickly from my teeth's grip.

[redford]

John turned back to the bar as Logan departed for the food. He tipped his glass back, feeling the warm spice of the cider flow down his throat into his chest and stomach, warming him all the way down. Though the cup may have been normal sized, John drained it in one gulp, and slid it across, tapping on the bar as Anvil spoke to the boy beside them. A sword was on his hip. Though more than that, John noticed something odd, though he could not place it until he'd stared for a moment.

The boy's armor was clean. He wore good leather, but it was spotless. No scratches or scuffs that he could see. He was also small, and not just because John was large. The boy had bright, determined eyes that lacked the weariness of battle experience. John saw himself for a moment in the boy.

As Anvil placed another cider on the bar for John, he clapped Anvil's shoulder, making sure to use the proper amount of force.

"Ah, the boy'll be fine, master dwarf!" he exclaimed, turning to Aelin. Hawl reached down and set her cup on the bar.

"If you came here for mystery, friend," John said, holding up a hand. Out of his closed fist grew a long knife, sharpened with a tanto point. John focused on his armor, and engravings appeared on the blade. Just as quickly, it shimmered into liquid and returned to John's armor, covering his entire torso. He continued to the boy, smiling. "Then you came to the right place."

[Logan]

Logan finished the bit of 'soup' or whatever it was, and grabbed a couple of the various breads, before returning to Kinley, John and Hawl.

"Heads up," the psion said to the giant and his wee little companion friend as he tossed a couple of rolls their way before settling into the seat next to Kinley. Her wolf growled at him as if still a bit leary, so he did the one thing he knew to do.

"Well hello there. You should know I'm only out to keep Kinley safe, just like you," he explained telepathically to the still uneasy beast. He ripped a small piece of bread from one of the remaining pieces in his hand, and held it out for her. Her eyes looked up to his, unsettled and unsure, but after a few moments of heavy sniffing and curious glances between them, she licked the bread and then bit down gently into it pulling it from his hand. Logan smirked, "Good girl."

The psion offered the remaining bit of bread to Kinley, "And for you, as well."

Just then, he felt the all too familiar tug of the Empress. Unlike she expected, he didn't act surprised at all. Over the past few excursions, she'd tried to surprise him enough it no longer elicited a shocked response. Instead, he ignored her, knowing full well she'd become curious and probably venture over to see what it was that kept him. Two could play that game.

Finally, Logan introduced the trio to one another. "John, Hawl, I'd like to introduce you to McKinley, a dear friend of mine, and her friend whose name I still haven't found out. I've offered our services should she ever need them, and I am pretty certain you two would be more than willing to jump to her aide all the same. Kinley, these are John and Hawl. John and I go way back, a few adventures at least. He's one of the good guys, even if he'll never admit it to himself...or anyone else. Hawl and I go a ways back as well. Quite a few less adventures, but friends all the same. Also, Hawl's the one you want to talk to if you need to locate or purchase any hard to find artifacts. Girl has connections even I don't have, and that is saying something."

[Izvilvin]

Izvilvin was right to regret the topic. He stopped eating as Karina explained and wept, her words coming slowly and occasionally mumbled. The drow hadn't expected an emotional reaction, though he could see she struggled to maintain her composure. She became more whole to him, then, a person of dimension - so rarely did he consider that the people he met everyday often had pasts as difficult as his own.

He could only meet her eyes, when possible, and offer a gentle smile. The way her voice trailed off and she glanced away, he didn't need to press for the remainder of the story.

"I apologize, this is a painful story that you have."

He leaned back and thought for a moment, searching for the appropriate response.

"The final time I saw my ilhar was long ago. A human's lifetime. I do not know if she lives or not."

He snatched up a batch of green beans with his fork, resting his elbow on the table and holding them high. "We move on, our talk should be more pleasant. Where do you go when the party is completed?"

But his mind had wandered elsewhere. It was only a year ago that he'd returned to Ettermire to seek any living members of his family, but had come up short. He could find little mention of them anywhere, nor path to follow to find them. He left the city shortly after, unable to remain there in the wake of his failure.

He popped the beans into his mouth and thought of them, instead.

[loves.blessing.]

McKinley watched with disbelief shining in her piercing blue orbs as she watched the male known as Logan, her mouth hung slightly open at the sight before her. Nymeria hunkered down in a stance that showed her shoulders are ridged and she was down in a pouncing stance. Though when the bread was offered at first she could see in her wolf's amber eyes that she was going to refuse but with a little bump from her companion urged her to take the bread timidly but quickly. A small smile danced across Kinley's pink lips as she glanced back up at Logan before taking a slow drag of her spiked hot cocoa. The mountain of a man that stood before her looked all but too familiar as the smile on her lips grew a bit larger. Though with a glance to the to the small girl next to him she was unsure of the female but she could never forget John, he was the first person she encounter when she stumbled into this place.

"Hello John, it- it's nice to see you again.." Her voice was gentle yet oddly enough louder than usual as she looked towards Logan as he offered her the bread. She went to object but just as if on que her stomach growled rather loudly, the sound of her laughter filled around her. Tearing off a piece she popped it into her mouth chewing slowly, "Nymeria her name is Nymeria; Nym for short." Glancing down at the wolf another smile caressed her lips as the brindle colored wolfs head shot up at the sound of her name. Cocking her head to the side she made a soft chuffing sound.

Her cheeks flushed with a soft pink color as he spoke about Kinley and her situation that she had taken care of for now. "I have also told Logan that I don't wish to be a burden but thank you kindly for offering your services." She glanced towards Logan giving him a playful glare before popping another piece of the bread in her mouth. When the young woman was introduced, Kinley dusted her hand off on her jeans before holding it out to the girl. "Lovely to meet you Hawl, you can call me McKinley or Kinley." Clasping her hand around the girls, she gently shook her hand before releasing it from her grasp. A nudge in her side brought her attention back to her dire wolf, the full on begging look was coming out as a small giggle parted her plush lips. "Oh fine you bottomless pit here." Holding out half of her remaining bread the wolf took it with out a second glance.

[realize.real.lies]

I didn't realize that I had brought the mood down until I looked at the man sitting at the table with me, his face held a soft gentle look. The kind smile he offered me was more than enough to lighten her dark mood, a small smile tugged at my plush lips as I tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. I felt horrible that my depressing past somehow oozed its way into the present time bringing me down again. A small sigh part my lips as I shook my head waving my hand dismissing his apology, "no, no dear it's no reason to apologize honestly. It's what shaped me into the person I am today." Shrugging slightly I took another swig of my drink licking my lips to get the remaining remnants of my lips. The tip of my tongue slowly tracing the outer lining of my lips capturing the left over flavors of my drink.

Tilting my head at the foreign word that he used, the puzzlement on my face would easily been read as a pursed my lips out slightly. The only logical word he would have used was something along the lines of mother, maybe mom. A small sad smile caressed my lips as I watched his entire demeanor changed as he spoke about his mother or mother figure.

"I am sorry that it has been so long and that you aren't certain what happened to your ilhar, I also apologize for probably butchering that word in your native tongue.."

I could feel my cheeks starting to slowly grow flush as I tried so hard to pronounce the word the exact way he had but I knew it didn't. This clumsy tongue in my skull fumbled carelessly while he spoke it with out effort though it did make sense seeming how it was his native language and not mine. Placing my hand on top of his before giving it a soft squeeze to assure him that I was there for him.

Rolling around a carrot on my plate pondering the question as I honestly hadn't thought about where I was going because I didn't have any certain place to go. Finally stabbing the carrot with my fork I took a small nibble of the end letting the flavor tease my taste buds. "I honestly will probably go up to my room and than after that I guess I will simply be a drifter- I have no where to go so." Shrugging my shoulders I simply wasn't sure what else to say so I shoved the carrot into my mouth probably rather unattractively.

[Aelin Valth]

John turned back to the bar as Logan departed for the food. He tipped his glass back, feeling the warm spice of the cider flow down his throat into his chest and stomach, warming him all the way down. Though the cup may have been normal sized, John drained it in one gulp, and slid it across, tapping on the bar as Anvil spoke to the boy beside them. A sword was on his hip. Though more than that, John noticed something odd, though he could not place it until he'd stared for a moment.

The boy's armor was clean. He wore good leather, but it was spotless. No scratches or scuffs that he could see. He was also small, and not just because John was large. The boy had bright, determined eyes that lacked the weariness of battle experience. John saw himself for a moment in the boy.

As Anvil placed another cider on the bar for John, he clapped Anvil's shoulder, making sure to use the proper amount of force.

"Ah, the boy'll be fine, master dwarf!" he exclaimed, turning to Aelin. Hawl reached down and set her cup on the bar.

"If you came here for mystery, friend," John said, holding up a hand. Out of his closed fist grew a long knife, sharpened with a tanto point. John focused on his armor, and engravings appeared on the blade. Just as quickly, it shimmered into liquid and returned to John's armor, covering his entire torso. He continued to the boy, smiling. "Then you came to the right place."

The young mage jerked back when the confident voice addressed him and visibly jumped when John held out his hand. Aelin watched the blade that sprang forth from his hand and gulped, wondering if the man intended to harm him in some way. It seemed averse to the way he spoke, but the initiate was wary of everyone. None of the training he got up to this point involved real time combat. He was conscious of drills and basic combat etiquette, but he knew none of that would save him in a real battle.

"I..." Aelin began, but John's own words cut him off.

"If you came here for mystery, friend, then you've come to the right place."

Aelin stared down into his lap as the large man looked him over. "I think we're talking about different kinds of mystery," he said in the softest of voices. There was no confidence in the young Serentian man as he fiddled with his snow white hair and avoided making eye contact with John.

Behind the counter, Anvil bellowed a deep laugh. "Ah, leave him be, John," the Dwarf joked. "He's a green boy. Maybe he'll be ready for talkin' to grown ups in a few years."

[Lye]

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