Work Hard Play Hard

[Fayr]

Lyo smiled at Eavan cheerfully since it truly seemed she wished no one harm but she was a Shade and so was the other mysterious women that was obvious. He had always grown up knowing that Shades were frightful people who killed mercilessly and the most skilled in the blade. He even had a particularity scary bedtime story told to him when he was little about a certain Shade who was the twin of his mentor. Lyo shuddered at the thought but passed it off as an itch on his back. He saluted the to the girls and wen t back to get some pie for himself. "Hey Borris it seems we keep on attracting guess you might need to make some more!"

[Lynx]

Agate, bored with the snide comments of the sneaky elf and tired of waiting for her original host to show her any interest, went and sat at a nearby stool. Her tail wrapped around the base of it, out of the way, and she uncomfortably shifted her wings, folding them in as tight as she could. A peculiar smell, very earthy and not exactly unpleasant, suddenly loomed nearby. Her neck swiveled as she looked at a very dirty man. He was covered in the stuff to the point that he threw up clouds of dust. Not very sanitary, but the elves didn't seem to notice. In some ways they were good hosts, very accepting and not offended by too much, but on another hand their flighty ways made one irritated at times. The man asked for a glass of milk, which Agate found somewhat odd considering that it was a party and everyone was drinking wine. Her luminous green eyes surveyed him, wondering what he'd been up to. Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard the dwarf's name, but for now, she supposed, he couldn't get into too much trouble. "Milk?" she questioned in a low husky voice, "a rather odd choice with it being a party."

[sheroknight]

Simon glanced at over at the Dracon. There was always so many interesting surprises on the surface. She difenatly was an interesting creature, like one of those gaint dragons, but sleeker and of a brilliant silver. She aparently was the only one to take an interest in him, he wondered if she'd find him out before it was time? "Ah, well milk is something I did not have much experience with drink where I grew up, where as alcohol was common. I always try and take it upon myself to explore the wonder of the surface, how about yourself miss? Care for a glass of milk?" No sense not being cordial, there was still time before everything went down. "I can always splurge and buy a traveler a drink and perhaps hear a story or two?" The prospect of some tales of the above ground always was irresistable for Simon.

[singent]

That one...he seemed to be interested particularly in the draconian. Why? Yes, it was odd to find such a creature in elvish lands, but not to the point of rarity. Ahlanna quickly tapped Richards leg to get his attention and indicate that he keep an eye on this figure as well. She then looked to to catch Eavan, and signed to her, knowing that she's had Shade training, that this one was definitely one of those who didn't appear to be what they were.

Ahlanna quickly went over all the exits, windows and doors, through her head, as well as her armament: sadly only the three daggers today. Training kicked in quickly, but then she quelled it slightly...maybe she's over-reacting. Too many years of hunting and trying not to be hunted herself was the root of this slight paranoia.

[micaylah]

Eavan watched the man speaking to Agate with steeled indifference. She moved behind the bar and withdrew a bundle of cloth. She took it within her hand as she saw Ahlanna’s sign. Eavan grabbed another pitcher of wine and took it to Ahlanna and the man she sat with. “Here you go. Fresh pitcher for your pleasure.” She slipped the cloth covered bundle to Ahlanna before moving back into position behind the bar. She could feel the steel against her skin beneath the flowing skirt. She smiled softly as she feigned interest in a nearby conversation, keeping her eyes on the man at the bar. The dust continued to waft off of him in a lazy cloud. Eavan felt better knowing Ahlanna would also be able to put the daggers and throwing blades within the cloth to good use should the need arise.

[Lynx]

Nodding her massive visage, Agate agreed with him. Draconians didn't really drink milk either, mostly water or wine on rare occasions. Tipping her head to the side, Agate thought, her green eyes contemplative. Now that it was brought up....she'd never had milk. Cows were useful for meat and that was the most Draconians used it for. They said drinking the white stuff would make your bones strong - her race ate bones themselves, skipping the middle step. There had never been a need for milk. "I will have a glass. I have never had the stuff before," she admitted. He might find this revelation astonishing, but Agate didn't mind. "A story..." she mused, scratching her snout in a typical expression of bemusement. "what kind? A history story or a traveling one?"

[sheroknight]

Simon gladly accepted and paid for the two glasses of milk and handed the other to the Dracon. "To new experiences!" he said chearfully as he offered a toast and took his sip. "I'd say a good tale of travel, I probably haven't seen as much of this world as one with wings has." He said with a grin. He so did look forward to hearing what stories the Dracon may share, he just hope she finished her tale before it all went down.

[sheaminal]

Richard caught Ahlanna's signal and adjusted his chair and weight so that should anything particularly explosive come from the dusty man at the bar he'd take the brunt of it. After all that's what he's good at, take a hit and return the favor. He had no doubt that the woman across from him was trained for combat and could handle herself, the same for the other woman as she approached their table with the wine. He'd been watching them as he was led to the new table. They moved too smoothly, their weight alwyays centered, each movement calculated, the practiced way they cased the room. Oh yes, they knew what they were doing in a fight.

'Can't let them have all the fun if something happens,' he thought as he repositioned his pole-staff against his chair, within easy reach. "Ahlanna was it? I'm Richard, just Richard. Can't believe I missed this table here. I know I'm starting to get on a bit, but I'm not that old." He caught the other elf slipping Ahlanna something when she set the wine down, 'something's going to happen. Too many tense fighters in a crowded room.'

"Ah, thank you miss. I don't think I caught your name. I'm Richard." He shifted his weight again in the chair so he can explode into action if absolutely necessary. He massaged the knuckles of his right hand, a nervous habit of his before a fight, "Sorry about my fidgeting around. I've been travelling for far too long, and these chairs aren't the most comfortable."

[Fayr]

Lyo smiled as he got another piece of pie. He had promised himself that he would only eat one piece since he had just eaten at a tavern a moment ago, but the excitement had given him a new hunger. He had chowed down on the pie and thought it was delicious. It had an earthy taste that most dwarfs aspire to have in ll their cooking since they are of the earth, but it wasn't bland at all. He was going to congratulate the dwarf when he saw the happenings were he left Eavan and Agate. Which reminded him he had to say sorry to her.

Lyo stepped behind Eavan and silently touched her shoulder. He didn't want to draw any over do attention. He would see why everyone seemed so tense and ready to spring at the slightest move. " Whats going on?"

[micaylah]

Eavan smiled at Richard as he introduced himself to her. She leaned against the bar as she spoke to him. With a nod of her head she replied. "Nice to meet you Richard. I am Eavan." She turned as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her mouth erupted into a large smile as she turned to Lyo putting her arms around his neck. She kissed him passionately and pulled back to look into his eyes. A warning held within hers. "What took you love? Was starting to think you were trying to ditch me." She leaned close to him, her voice whispering in his ear but to others it would look simply as if something more pleasurable were going on. "Sorry Lyo. Watch the man at the bar with your friend something is up. Ahlanna is at the ready with Richard at the table. Don't know who he is but he senses danger as well. I will be close but Agate may be in grave danger." She pulled back from him and began to laugh as though he told her something. She looked at him slyly as she said loudly enough to be overheard. "You devil. I shall hold you to that later." Eavan returned her gaze to the table then busied herself wiping down the area of bar in front of her.

[singent]

Ahlanna leans on the table putting on as innocent a face she can, wide watery eyed, hands tucked under her chin as she rested her elbows on the table. "Excuse me,sir. You have the presence and air of one who's seen and experienced enough to satify even an elf," Ahlanna calls out in a merry tone,"perhaps we can skip the boredom of a draconian story of catching swallows in flight, for maybe something that's happening further out, because word travels slow and we," she extents a hand to indicate the people looking at Simon,"are just dying for new stories and tales."

Ahlanna proceeds to start kicking her feet into the air under her chair, grabbing the chair seat with both her hands, and juts out her bottom lip, her pointed ears drawing slightly down. "Please! Prince Lyo will pay for the rest of your drinks the rest of the night. That is unless you're looking for some female companionship for the night, and I must say, you need to see a cleric because the night wouldn't be fun for either of you." She pours two glasses of wine, drinks both, refills them and then hands one to Richard. After her antics, she salutes Simon with her glass and winks at him with eyes that are twinkling and overflowing with mirth. Maybe there was some kick to all those drinks.

[sheroknight]

Simon was quite taken aback by the large amount of attention he was apparently recieving. "Well I'll be do I really stick out that badly? I'm sorry miss but I have very few stories to tell. I'm a miner you see, and well, I haven't gotten out much... or should I say up?" Simon said with a grin. "As for all that alcohol, I'm fine. All we tended to have down in the mines was alcohol, was the only thing that wouldn't go bad, a fine glass of milk is something of a new experience." Maybe some how these people got hint that something was going to go down, oh well, a lot of things were going to go down and in a matter of minutes so it really didn't matter.

[sheaminal]

Richard kicked back the glass Ahlanna gave him, "Now come on boy, we're all right here anyways, and you've got time to sit and enjoy a drink. Why not tell us a story while you're at it, it'll make 'Lanna happy." He cocked an ear towards the man as he dug back into his pie.

[Fayr]

Lyo was startled when Eavan kissed him. His green eyes widened in surprise and for a moment he resisted but he relaxed and enjoyed it and even gave some back even though he knew something was wrong and his suspicions were confirmed when he heard her whisper. He went along with her ploy and put on a devilish smile with a twinkle in his eye. He couldn't lie to himself he knew he was partly sad that it was ended. " I plan to babe!"

When he heard his name he turned to the female elf talking to the dirty guess. " Borris look what you started, I'm not a prince!" Lyo shook his head in exasperation. He wondered were these people got these thoughts. He just sighed and tossed some coins to the bar tender and he passed out some wine and a glass of milk for the dirty one. Lyo took Eavan's advise and as he sat down a knife was strapped to his wrist ready to come out if the dirty one made a move.

[Lynx]

Agate was not concerned about this stranger's odd appearance. True, he could be a danger, but she was a Draconian! A trained Wing Knight too, though she never told anyone that. Her sharp green eyes and ropey muscles made her an exceptional fighter even without the wind factor. With her power over the wind, though, she was a formidable opponent. Besides, this man seemed friendly enough for now, and she figured talking to him and being friendly would do a lot more towards avoiding attacks. Glancing around as he spoke, she noted that the elves seemed to have noticed him, but were not approaching. Did they know something she didn't? Oh well. Agate could handle herself.

Cautiously taking the glass of frothy white liquid, Agate returned the toast. She was about to take a sip when Ahlanna spoke again. Dratted nosy elf - she would receive her comeuppance. Agate's eyes narrowed to mere slits of green light in a fearsome glare at the temptress. Then she turned her head and ignored her. "She is not interested in your stories anyway, friend miner, only in what you may have in your pockets or your trousers," Agate said loudly with a cunning smile. Tavern wench, looking to pick up a quick buck or a quick man. Fortunately Draconians were not that way. Unfolding a wing and extending it until it put a divider between her and Ahlanna, she leaned in closer. "Yes, I have a tale. I am sure you have heard tales of the Elementals of old, the great ones who imprisoned the darkness once and for all. That was a thousand years ago, it is said, and since all the Elementals have died out. And yet...." here she took a sip of the milk, stalling on the real point of the story. She raised her silvery brows, taking a larger mouthful. Yes, that was quite good. Fatty and filling, cool as it ran to her stomach. "I can see why you enjoy this cow juice," she commented, "it is quite sumptuous." Quaffing the remainder of the glass, she rolled it about her tongue. Tasty. She would make note to try this again. "Well, my ears have heard tell that they are on the rise again!" she continued in a hushed whisper, making sure no one but him could hear. Her snout was mere inches from his face, her brilliant green eyes boring into his. "Elementals - beings able to control the world around them far past any mage. Strong, fit, agile and deadly in their art, they are slowly coming back. I have only heard of three thus far, but no doubt more will appear. They are rare, rarer than diamonds or any other jewel your profession seeks."

[sheroknight]

Simon found the tale facinating. "Friend Dracon if there is truth to this story then I must say it is a glorious story indeed! Why..." Simon sat back and sighed, looking up at the ceiling, "why a miner could move mountains!" It was while being distracted by this tale that he made the mistake of nocking his hat off his head. "aww carn sarnite." Simon swore. Aparently several elves in the room took noticed at what his hat conceled as they jumped up and yelled, "ORC!" "Whoa whoa whao! Calm down there fellers, I'm no orc, true part, but I am not no blood thirsty orc. I'm a gentalmen." Simon looked around nervously hands in the air. "Besides, times up." Simon said with a shrug as the room started to shake and the ground fell out from underneath!

As all within the building fell down two floors to the new basement, Simon's men rushed out. "Make it quick boys and grab some hostages and get on out quick!" said Simon as her rushed into one of the many tunnels his man had prepared and were rushing into with their newfound hostages, one of which was Borris the chef. "Blast yee dirty mole men put me down! The keg is back that way!" Borris roared.

((OOC: They are not real molemen, they are a mix of humans, and other races working for the Void.))

[micaylah]

Eavan felt the ground beginning to shake and move beneath her. She looked around as panic ensued within the bar. Suddenly she felt the floor giving way. Everything around her, people, tables, chairs, the bar itself, fell down with her. Debris and clutter rained down on her as she lay at the bottom of the heap. She shielded her head, screaming out as a large chunk of the bar fell on top of her knocking her silent.

The large “mole” man grabbed her, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Her body hung limply as he made his way after Simon. She opened her eyes a crack, careful not to tense her body or her ploy would be over. She caught sight of Ahlanna and gave her a sign she was sure the shade would understand.

[singent]

Making quick use of the weapons provided by Eavan, Ahlanna cut down those foolish enough to come towards her. The exhileration and satisfaction of killing an actual enemy of humans and elves felt too good. The blood from a couple, whirlwinded about Ahlanna in dark geyseric arcs. Some from slashing wounds, others punctures. From her extensive experience, she quickly assessed what was happening.

Every sense was being assaulted from the unexpected dropping of the floor. Her heart beat reverberated in her ears, as the smell of the press of enemies closed in, mixed with the blood that was quickly being spilt as well as the hearty scent of loam. There was so much dust and material in the air that even seeing was a task. The taste of the dust in the air brought a cough from her lips. 'Too many' Ahlanna quickly told from the sounds and the sheer smell. There was no way everyone was going to be saved. Over the caucophony she could hear the deeper baritone voice of a dwarf...Borris. It seems the young draconian had misplaced her trust, in both parties. Gritting her teeth, Ahlanna set into her whirling, spinning dance few got to see and live to tell. She made her way towards where Lyo and Agate were to try and have a chance to live this. She caught sight of a now captured Eavan, but caught the slight hand motion. She will be fine; she seemed to have a plan and was a Shade. As she set to move, she tossed a glance over her shoulder to see how Richard had faired and if he was following.

[Lynx]

Agate nodded her head with amusement. Oh the story was all too real. She opened her mouth to mention that the assignment of powers was apparently random, that an earth moving man might not want to do such, when his hat fell off. Bemused, she studied him. Half orc? Her wings flared a bit in shock, but she didn't have such a strong reaction as the elves. Despite his orc blood he didn't seem overly vicious. Suddenly the world collapsed around them. With a yelp that sounded like a kicked puppy, she fell, wings automatically spreading out to cushion her fall. Landing in a crouched position befitting her Wing Knight training, she snarled, eyes adjusting to the dark quickly. She could see Eavan being carried off, though she didn't look completely unconscious. Ahlanna was fighting hard, the metallic scent of blood filling the thick dirty air. Filling her chest with air, she let out an earthshattering roar even louder than the one in the inn. Dirt fell around them as she beat her wings a few times, claws reaching out to ensnare any that came near enough. The passage was filled with her roars as she continued to fight, some of the mole men becoming less eager to seize her.

Suddenly Agate saw the sneaky little half orc running down a passage. Raising a hand, she pulled all the air into a thick sphere. Beneath the earth as it was, motion could be seen as the wind swirled around. Shoving it forwards, she literally bowled the people over. The wind dispersed with a motion from the silver Draconian, gushing outwards in a sharp blast that pushed anyone nearby into the walls. With another snarl, she half flew, half ran through the opening, flipping her dirk into one hand as she did so. The silver blade danced merrily through leather and flesh, greedily drinking in the blood of any who appeared before it. Her shining claws, also deadly weapons, grabbed at faces and arms, ripping away weapons and skin indiscriminately. Simon was going down. Fighting tooth and claw in the most literal of senses, she sustained scratches to her scales and a tear in a wing, but overall escaped fairly unscathed. Roaring once more, she propelled herself forwards in the narrow space. Her long, slender arm shot out, tugging the air towards her and knocking him off his feet. Within seconds she was upon him, her claws digging deep into his back and her teeth snapping next to his ear. "Remember the story? It was truer than you would think!" she yelled, letting go and sending him crashing against the far wall with a wall of wind. It pressed all around him, making his hair flutter and his body lay immobile. "You have some explaining to do!" she growled before sending him flying down the tunnel, her silver form close behind.

[sheroknight]

Simon knew he was in trouble, it was time to resort to plan B. Lucky for him the Dracon threw him down the tunnel, she was following right after, but it afforded him the split second he needed to hit the support structure. With one blow the preweaked structure collapsed causing a controlled cave-in in the tunnel. (way too close) Simon thought to himself. He dusted himself off and stood up. "Sorry love nothing personal." he said as he pulled his goggles on over his face. "But in all do respect I didn't hurt anyone, or at least I tried not to." He better get movig fast, no telling how long the cave in would slow down the angry elemental. As he progressed through the tunnels a grin came to his face, he couldn't help but wonder how the surface dwellers would find their way through the pitch black of the tunnels?