Bittersweet Respite

[Razor whispers to Wolftooth] you can add half next week cause he'll be showing more characteristics then, just minor things now

[Razor ] someone invite the others while i mod people please

[Razor ] shit..Mark...i cant promote people...

[Razor ] I cant kick em either..

[MorgenMorgensson ] Erk, Hazy might be able to sort that though :)#

[Razor ] just bring in MSH and promote everyeone will ya?

[Wolftooth whispers to Razor] ((*blinks* Sounds like we'll need to talk about it later. FYI, the werewolf template has a level equivalency of +3 ... so it'll be like Wolftooth is three levels higher than he is now after it's fully applied.))

[MorgenMorgensson ] No can do, only Admins can promote in user created rooms, I have no exceuitive power in here. Only Admins can do the thang in rooms users create :(

[Razor whispers to Wolftooth] i know =P I woint tell you what level Razor actually is =P

[Razor ] that..well sucks

[MorgenMorgensson ] Tell me about it >

[Razor ] Did anyone fill in Viv on what went on last time?

[Razor ] Viv..i cant promote or kick...

[Wolftooth ] "I might've mentioned some things to her ..."

[MorgenMorgensson ] just out of interest, is anyone else having troubkle seeing pics this morning or is it just me?

MorgenMorgensson sent Vivi the log

Razor doesnt view picts Morgen, slows her computer down

[Razor ] remember after Hazy fixes you all that people entering to watch are ok, if they post with out asking first just kick 'em.

[Verhowain ] Well the one I checked I can see fine...

Razor worships the ground Hazy trods on

Kaelie can see pic's just fine?

[Wolftooth ] "I just fired off a promote, and it didn't work ..."

MorgenMorgensson can see them now, odd

Kaelie loves Viv's pic btw.. ^.^

[MorgenMorgensson ] Perhaps because everyone's already promoted?

[Razor ] last posts please Wolfie

[Wolftooth ] "Nope. Tried to promote Razor, and it said I didn't have priveleges. Bleh. Last posts coming up."

Raghnall actually cant see pics either, O-o

[Wolftooth ] -----------------------

[Wolftooth ] Wolftooth nods in agreement, eyeing the thugs in the alley with mild caution, and the inn which Edwin just got thrown out of with rising interest. "It's late," he agrees. "Rest tonight. Tomorrow, shopping." And in truth, those are the only two things that towns have any meaning for in Wolftooth's eyes. He makes no comment about a communal room, though does not appear interested in such - he would rather have his privacy. A glance is given back to Owain, knowing his discomfort of civilization would probably lead him to sleep outside. He starts to walk away when something catches his eye amidst the crowd ... the symbol of the house of Ranil clearly displayed upon a shining shield. He grumbles, yet turns his course to intercept the elf at a mild pace - that was in fact their reason for being here, may as well get it overwith.

[Wolftooth ] Verhowain looked at the inn that tossed Edwin "Mayhap they have a stables I can sleep in.... " He looks at Viv "My pardons milady but I'm skittish enough about sleeping in stables let alone a room with a floor that isn't dirt... I'll be choosing a stables for the night... In the same inn perhaps, considering that one tossed the peacock out on his tailside it might be a place with intelligent folk with a good judge of character..."

[Razor whispers to Wolftooth] you'r gonna start having temper problems, like rawer meat..getting itchies and smell...odd

[Wolftooth ] Raghnall shrugs over the fact no remarks where made about his announced departure. Not that he expected a great deal. He just nods slightly to the group and makes his way towards the finder side of the town. Muttering to himself over incorrect maps and lousy assistants. He goes on about trying to find a decent wizard first before anything else. ...Blasted trip out into woods for ...Nothing. He sighs slightly as he goes shaking his head. Last time he does that without having a good talking to with a couple of choice people.

[Wolftooth ] Kaelie purses her lips in thought over the idea of a communal room, but her need for privacy over ruled her inclination to be frugal with her money. After all, who knows when she'll need to sneak in and out of the inn for something a little less than legal. "I think I'm do for a personal room this stop," she smiles vaguely as she speaks to Vivi, but her gaze follows Wolf's as he heads straight towards the elf. She shrugs slightly and turns her mare back in the direction of the first inn, for like everyone else she'd come to the conculsion that a place that would toss the bard out would be an establishment worth considering.

[Wolftooth ] MorgenMorgensson seems quite happy to go with the consensus opinion. Any place that would throw out that foolish jester cant be that bad a place. He studies it closely though before moving closer to it, sizing it up. Some places appear good and safe and are little more than dens of evil. Cautious to the last, the huge warrior. Vivi nods "We meet in the morning then." No specified time or place, it happens when it happens. In the meantime there's a chance for some drinking and merriment to be had

[Wolftooth ] ((et fini))

[Wolftooth whispers to Razor] ((Ahhhh, got it. Thankies.))

[Wolftooth ] ((*blinks* Again ... I guess I owe you thanks twice over, Hazy. Thank you thank you.))

[Vivican ] ((Just fixing Razor's now..Gimme a min and I'll be back with you))

[Razor ] **The elf pauases at Wolfs approach, his hand going to the sword that rests on his hip before he realizes that apparently from Wolfs stance he means no harm. He nods a brife acknowledgement. The inn that most of you head too is the lesser 'cclass' then the two. Inside its roudy, more then once game of chance going on and the tone is loud and rambunctious. They are still having a merry laugh over throwing out Edwin bodily There are a lot of patrons, mostly humans, one or two elves and thats about it. There are two stair cases that lead to the second floor and rooms tha tline the common area run around the intire perimitor of the inn, the overhang extending into the common room so that only about a 6ft squrare goes right up to the ceilling where the chandlieres made of old wagon wheels hold candles in addition to those makeshift scones on the walls. There are stables out back with no doors but a sleepy boy sits guard at the entrance.

[Razor ] Wolf, Morgen Viv Kaelie Owain Rag

Razor remains close to Owain, seemingly content to weave around his legs

Wolftooth also nods briefly ... and brief this must be. He comes to a halt once within speaking distance. "Syldah Ranil sends word," is all he says for now, waiting to see what the elf would make of such news from such a grizzled wanderer.

[Razor ] *The elf relaxes visably and closes whats left of the distance between them with something thats anxious. "All is well?" Theres more then a hint of hope in his voice at Wolfs proclomation

MorgenMorgensson walks into the tavern, standing just inside it's doorway a moment, taking a good long look at the clientelle and the tavern itself. FInally he nods his approval, simple but good enough. It seems to simply be a tavern out for a profit. He steps aside to let Vivi through. This is her department, he always gets very bad prices in taverns, she gets far better. HJe'll wait till she's done and then takle their thinsg to the rooms, and perhaps a little revelry down here before bed

[Razor ] *The elf arches a delicate brow at Wolf at his briefness in responding. "You bring other news as well?"

[Razor ] *There are several wenches serving drinks and bringing what smells to be a stew to tables, deftly avoiding the pinch here or there while they carry their trays high up in the air to keep from being jostled. A large burrly, hairless and older man is pouring drinks behind what passes for the bar...a thick scarred expance of wood supported by hastily constructed supporting shelves or cabinets that seperates him from the room..behind him is a pass through where the wenches pick up platters of food before getting drinks from him to circulate the tables with.

[Wolftooth whispers to Razor] ((Should I just keep posting?))

Vivican the tall, powerfully built north woman shows not a hint of fear, not a missed step as she strides to the bar, used to such ill favoured places, and people. Fingers resting just shy of her handaxe, the grace of a prowling wolf teamed easily with the hidden strength of a mother bear protecting her own. The smile she offers the tender though is none of those things, the warrior hidden away behind the veil of a woman "Good Eve, Sire." A little coin laid easily onto the bartop, silver and copper, nothing gold in the lot "My brother and I have need of a room for the night, if your fine establishment could provide such." Waiting, eying the other patrons for signs of trouble, knowing well of their, her twin and her's ability to find it wherever they stepped.

[Razor whispers to Wolftooth] yeah just wait for at least one post from someone else to go by

Wolftooth tries to remember if there was anything more, his brows scrunching. "They're coming home." He eyes the others, scratching at the back of his neck in discomfort. Perhaps he'll spoil himself with a hot bath while he's in town.

Kaelie angles her mare in the direction of the sleepy looking boy at the entrance of the stables. She doesn't dismount directly upon reaching him, however. "I need trust worthy stableing for the night," she eyes the boy crtically as she speaks.

Verhowain eventually works his way into the Tavern following in Viv's wake. He waits politely if uneasily beside her until her and the innkeep come to an arrangement.

Raghnall 's ....well, gone. He makes his way from the group. Glancing around from time to time. Sighing deeply and shaking his head at one point. Muttering about towns and cites in general. He stops at one point and seems to trace something on the back on the amulet he's wearing, and moves on shortly after. He makes his way towards more ...upscale side of town.

[Razor ] *More then one appreciateive male glance falls on Viv as she walks through the throng but the look on Morgens face as he follows her has more then one turning away rather quickly. The man looks at Viv briefly before going back to filling drinks, leaving her coin on the counter betwen them. He looks past her to Owain "The three of ya? Meals are a copper a piece, rooms two silver per person...four if your all gonna share and drinks are..."What ever he was gonna say is cut off as Razor pads rather boldly into the room in Owains wake, causing more then one scream and more then one chair to fall over as men leap to their feet, more then one drawing a weapon from their sides or behind their chairs to confront her.The boy blinks up at Kaelie and jumps to his feet blinking several times. "Yes ma'am. Someone always is here ya see..is 4 coppers for the night, few more and I'll rub 'em down for ya and see ta your tack." The Elf nods to Wolf "I thank you for delivering word." He offers Wolf a handfull of coins >>

[Razor ] >> For his troubles of traveling to deliver such a message to him..shortly heading off in the direction he came at a fast clip.

[Razor ] Kaelie Viv Morgen Owain Rag wolf

[Raghnall whispers to Wolftooth] i think you might have jsut got someone promoted, ;)

[Wolftooth whispers to Raghnall] ((*chuckles* No kidding. Betcha that made his day.))

[Raghnall whispers to Wolftooth] ...that or he's off to tell his 'boss' the assassination didnt work, ;)

[Raghnall whispers to Wolftooth] heh, yeah, prolly, =P

[Razor ] >> For Rag : There really isnt an 'upscale' portion of town Just a nicer section that contains a few perminate residences and the Inn that looks much more elaberate then the other but doesnt appear to be doing such a brisk business...this one is for what could be considered the rich and powerful, the other more for the 'common' man. Edwin vanishes inside the establishment as Rag approaches.t.here are other shops here, a clothier, weaponsmith, fletcher, weaver and what looks like a shop that trades goods of a higher quality.

Kaelie nods thoughtfully as the boy speaks. "Here," she toss him a single silver before she dismounts. "Keep a good eye on her wont you?" She tosses the boy a vague encouraging smile as she leaves him to enter the Inn herself.

[Razor ] *The boy catches the coin quickly, taking the reins of her mount and leading the horse inside where he removes its tack, brushing her down and checking her hooves before pouring feed into a bim as well as water for the horse before putting Kaelies saddle and such over a low pole to rub oils into it and check over eveything during the night.

Razor will assume that Kaelie took her personal possessions =P

[Wolftooth whispers to Razor] ((Wow, you've done your homework. *impressed*))

[Razor whispers to Wolftooth] what?

[Wolftooth whispers to Razor] ((With the horses, and the oiling of the saddle and what-not. I didn't know it was that complicated ...))

[Kaelie ] ((Oops.. *smiles sheepishly* Thanks..))

[Razor whispers to Wolftooth] we use to have horses when i was growing up =P

Vivican looks to Owain, then back to her brother, her eyes catching on him for just a moment, admiring his form in the doorway, the inherent power. Though he cat's entry, and the reactions of the patrons have her gaze torn away, the fear from the patrons flaring into her pulse, zinging in her blood "The cat will harm none, she is a companion..." Fierce, tundra sparked eyes, too pale too be blue, too blue to be ice...But piercing none the less take in the wold man, the implications of what will happen if he does not control the cat obvious with her hand on her axe hilt. "We will take a room.." Quickly counting over four silvers "We have no worry about sharing, as long as it is warm and draught free...An ale, two tankarnds actually and large bowls of stew." Counting over more money, seeking distraction.

MorgenMorgensson walks inbto the room like he owns the place, left hand casually held on his sword hilt. It's an unashamed show of power and strength, leather creaking as he flexes out muscles. Is he overdoing it a little? Perhaps, but places like these usually have some little toughman who likes to prove his strength after a few drinks. Morgen is doing nothing more than saying in a quiet way that anyone causing trouible with him and his sibling, and their companions, will be on the receiving end of a little swift retribution. A powerful smack usually causes quite a change in heart and mind. He looks over the shelf to see if there's mead, small hope though, it's rare this far south, and awfully expensive. Both twins have money, though, kept in case of need. He turns, powerful voice booming out "Hold! She will harm no one. She is a young battlecat, but a good one. I Morgen Morgensson vouch for her." Enough said as far as he's concerned. If she's okay by him then she's okay

[Razor ] *The innkeep looks skeptical at Viv's words even as she counts out the coin. "Maybe so but the beast cannot stay here, I dont even let 'em bring in their dogs.." He gestures to the others in the room who are looking at Razor like she's make a nifty winter cloak. He calls an order back for three stews going by the coin that Viv puts down that it will be the three of them eating. before beckoning a girl over and dircting her upstairs. "Be a moment while she tidies the room and mvoes in an extra cot or two for ya." He directs her towards the tablees beyond. Morgens words stay those who would have gone after Razor though, a few grunts of disbleif following as well as more then one grumble about the cat being let in through the doors when they cant even bring in a harmless dog or two..least the dogs dont eat people.

Verhowain spins upon hearing the sound of weapons drawn, his hooked cudgel is in his hand as he points the wicked looking weapon at the more aggressive of the weapon drawers... "If ye be too thick-skulled to understand the Lord 'n Lady's words let me make clear for ye all... Ye put yer weapons back to their sheathes ye corn-fed mud-huggers or by Ages Rock I'll split yer pates! That cat be my companion and She'll harm nary a one of ye... Or isn't the word of a Druid good enough for the likes of ye?" He looks to Vivi "She'll harm no one Milady lest they strike at her first..." He says softly to her putting a hand down hopefully to call Razor over to him. He looks back to the Innkeep "I'll be stayin in yer stables and She with me Or is that too much to ask?" His fear gone and in it's place the ardor of an angry druid.

Razor 's bold as brass though, acting like she doesnt understand just whats going on around her as she merely twitches her tail and sides right up towards Viv Morgen and Owain.

[Razor ] *The barkeep passes oneof Viv's silver coins back to her at Owains words "See the boy about it but he's not likely to let the cat in with the horses any more then I am with paying patrons no matter who be vouching for it."

Raghnall watches the buildings as he goes, hoping to find a shop that sells magical wares. Though douting his luck considering what he's seen so far. He does take note of the shops though. Planing on checking the one out the next day and the others incase he needs to, never knowing what he might need next time he heads out ...If heads out again ...If Someone would get him the correct imformation about what he's looking for. He stops sighs again. Almost too much trouble at times. ... Though he smirks slightly when he notices Edwin and pauses to see how long it takes before he's tossed out on this Inn too.

[Razor ] *Weapons are seathed with the mix of Morgens facial expression and Owains rather angry words, more then one mumbling again, this time about a waiste of a good fur lined cloak.

Wolftooth accepts the coin with a confused look, yet does not question. One last look is given to his new handful of coin before a fist clenches around it and he turns on his heel, heading for the tavern. Elves. Too many elves around. Not that he had a problem with them, really ... but ten years of being raised as an orc tended to 'bias' a person. Besides, he saw the elf's initial reaction to him. 'Always the same,' he thinks to himself as he makes his way cautiously into the raucous establishment, eyes sweeping about for his fellow travellers. He comes in right at the tail end of the uproar over Razor, and just kinda raises an eyebrow at them all before heading over to the balded man behind the bar.

[Razor ] **Just about everything but the inns are closed with the night approaching, not even the locals want to risk being robed on their way home by the multitiude of unsavory elements they noticed lurking in the alley ways between the buildings.

[Razor ] Kaelie, Owain Viv Wolf Morgen Rag

[Wolftooth whispers to Razor] ((Oops ... never mind, an afflicted werewolf is only a +2 level adjustment. I'm reading through the entry in the Monster Manual inbetween posts.))

[Razor whispers to Wolftooth] *snickers* your gonna likely be lvl 6 by the time we're done tonight

[Razor ] *Wolfs entry causes less of a stir then Razors but enough interested looks go in his direction..some openly hostile, others merely accepting.

Kaelie completely ignores the whole uproar over Razor as she shoulders her way over to the bar. From the looks of things the cat had a more appealing personality than the current patrons, but she wasn't staying here for the pleasant company after all. She waves her hand to catch the barkeeps attention. "How much for a room, a bath and a meal, Goodsir?"

Verhowain grumbles as he walks towards the stables, his cudgle still out. He pats his leg hopefully calling Razor with him. He makes sure to walk close enough to the one muttering about fur cloaks to mutter the following to him "Try it ye slackwit 'n yer gizzard will be crow bait by dawn.." He then moves on out to the stables looking for the stablehand.

[Razor ] *The barkeep gives Kaelie the rate he gave Viv...Meals a copper a piece and rooms two silver..he doesnt tell her the other as she seems to be alone.

Vivican 's still uncomfortable with the cufuffle, a fighter yes, she fought for causes that deserved fighting for, never one to raise a weapon when there was no need, the anger of the people, the forceful words left her feeling at odds. Torn between standing with her comrades and smoothing the tempers of people who react only from fear and ignorance. She'll remain quiet for now though, a tell-tale stiffness to her shoulders, no doubt knotted from the tension as she gulps back her ale. The tall, icey blonde repocketing the coin, moving to a small table nearer the fire to wait for food.

[Razor ] *Kaelie gets the once over much the same as Viv did and her being alone their attention stays alot longer

Wolftooth glosses over the eyes that mind their own business, yet returns each glare with an equal one of his own, hands pulling back the edges of his wolf-skin cloak just enough to reveal not one, but two axes strapped in his belt, one of which is exceptionally crafted. He comes up right behind Kaelie, just managing to catch wind of the prices. He counts out two silver, and a copper, and puts them to the counter casually.

MorgenMorgensson takes off his cloak as he sits down. he's said his piece and seemingly there wont be any more forthcoming. It's incomfortable for him to sit while wearing his longblade like this though, teh swordbelt unbuckled and hung ovetr the back of the chair as he inspects the ale a moment before drinking. Anyone foolish enough to go after the Battlecat takes their life into their own hands. Perhaps he should tell them the Saga of the Displacer Beast, despite the fact that it casts him in a bad light. After all, he barely touched it. He waits for his meal, intending to order another as well. portions tend tpo be sparse in these places, to save money and he has a hunger on him, the hunger of the wolf that is his totem

Raghnall ...'hrms' slightly at Ed not getting tossed out shortly after he entered. He smirks again. Maybe the first Inn did have better taste. He shrugs slightly and heads into the building. Mostly due to the fact it seems to be more the kind of place he'll find what he's looking for. He stops once through the door, looking the place over slowly, taking note of the people sitting around inside. If any.

[Wolftooth whispers to Razor] ((By the way, I've been meaning to ask you ... how are you with lycanthropes and alignment?))

[Razor ] *Wolfs proxcimity to Kaelie raises more then a few brows in the room. The Barkeeps seems a loss for words for a moment "Uh....its three if your gonna be sharing..." He says to Wolf and not Kaelie. Avoice is heard above the dim..muttering something about filfthy Orc's. A gril comes with two decent sized wooden bowls for Viv and Morgen. The ales not bad..not good either. She holds the tray to her amble boosem as she gives Morgen the once over rather boldly. "Yer first drink comes with yer meal..any others be a copper a piece, more if you be wanting something special." Her expression at the last says just what else would cost him extra. Razor moves lazily out the doors after Owain, though by the time he gets to the stables she's no longer behind him, pulling one of her 'vanishing' acts. The boy looks at Owain then behind him as though fo rhis mount. "Can I be helpin' ya?"

Razor 's already given you the gyst of the inn Rag =P

[Razor ] Morgen Viv Kaelie Wolf Owain Rag

Wolftooth glances to Kaelie with a look that just screams 'you've gotta be kidding me,' then gives the bartender the benefit of that look as well. "One man, one room, two silver." He then leans a bit closer over the bar-top, as there's one price that he hasn't heard yet. "How much for a bath?"

[Razor ] *The upscale in is just that..they actually have rugs on the floor. Edwins there in the mist of a bunch of females, telling tales...there are more females then males and it takes a moment to realize why..the place is so upscale cause its not really an inn..its a brothel.

[Wolftooth ] ((*thwaps evil enter key*

MorgenMorgensson looks the girl up and down a moment before he speaks "More stew please, and bread for me and my twin. He likes his bread, one of the perks to beign in towns. Bread is hard to come by in teh wilds, only the hard twice baked trail bread, toiugh and chewy. He adresses her breasts a moment before looking back up again to her face "And more ale, when we wish to drink no more we will turn the tankards top side down." What he's basicaly saying is that he wants the ale to keep coiming without having to ask until he's done for the evening. That doesnt mean that he'll be getting roaring drunk, just that he'll be drinking his fill. he tastes teh stew before eating, not spectacular, but it'll do nicely. Truth be told he prefers places like this to the more upmarket taverns, more his style of doing things. Not one for the finer things, Morgen, just the necessaries

[Razor ] *The keep looks at Wolf not about to comment on the smell of him though more then one man at the bar heard him and a quickly cut off chuckle ensues before the man quickly picks up his drink to hide it. "A sliver if you want the water hot..5 coppers if you down...two if if bathe in someone elses water."

[Razor ] down=dont..damn cat fell off the mouses cage

Vivican eyes the wench with barely concealed ire, gulping back mouthfuls of ale in one breath, seeking to null her thoughts a moment. The talk of a bath had her interest though, it had been an age she'd bathed in less than frigid river water, but for now there was stew, and there was ale, her eyes cast about the place again, always alert, always aware, even when gulping back the drink.

[Razor ] *The girl smiles invitingly to Morgen before nodding, his words make Viv out to be a relation which makes her just a tad bolder, brushing her ample boosem against Morgens arm before she goes with an exaderated sway of her hips

Kaelie felt the eyes on her as she entered and she really didn't feel like lingering longer than she had to in a room full of stupid drunken men, but she wasn't about to leave for her rooms without eating first. However, the presance of another larger being right behind her causes her a moment of worry until she casts a glance backwards. But her inclination to be every so faintly relieved at finding someone she recognized looming over her is displaced by her reflexive discust upon catching the barkeeps inferance. "We're not together," she passes across the required coins with a sour smile for the barkeep, and after a moment fishes out another silver piece. "And, I'll take a hot bath after my meal."

Razor nearly wrote 'exaderated sway of her lips' =P

[Razor ] *The keep nods and slides her coins and Wolfs off the bar top, putting up two tankards of ale that comes with the meal for them like he did those before them. "Go have a seat an the girl will bring ya yer meal."

Verhowain nods after covering up his perplexity at the Cat's vanishing act.. "Aye, be it alright if I sleep here in yer stables? I don't like sleeping on beds and thelike, prefer the feel of nature under me... One of your stalls or a wagon stall if ye have one... I'd be willing to pay for it..." he fishes out some silvers...

[Razor ] -after Rag you can all go when you deem approperate, intermitent posts will come from me

Raghnall rolls his eyes and heads back out the door. The place not being ...exactly what he was looking for. He makes his way to the other Inn. Though being sure to check it over too once he gets inside. He smirks slightly. Knowing his luck the old man probably stayed at the ...Inn he was just at. He chuckles slightly at the thought. He just shakes his head and makes his way towards whoever seems to be running this place.

Wolftooth scratches at the back of his neck again, and lays out another silver before the barkeep takes the lot. "The hotter, the better." Not another glance for Kaelie as he takes his drink and goes to find his place at the table with Morgen and the others, waiting for his stew even as his stomach growls for attention. Truth be told, its cravings call for much more than stew at the moment. Perhaps Wolftooth is too used to nights in the wild, with a fresh kill roasting on the spit. He kicks a chair out with his foot before settling into it roughly, setting down the mug and disarming himself, weapons moving to his lap.

[Wolftooth whispers to Razor] ((Did you catch my question earlier?))

[Razor ] *The boy looks Owain up and down and then scraches his head before nodding "Uh yeah...its a few coppers per stall "

[Razor whispers to Wolftooth] forgot =P doesnt really matter, why?

[Wolftooth whispers to Razor] ((Ohhh, I was just curious if this was going to make Wolfie go straight to evil from being chaotic good ... and after reading through the description and reasoning behind alignment, I don't see a reason for him to go evil strictly due to becoming more like an animal than he already is. But, every GM has their own take on such issues.))

Verhowain offers the boy a pair of silvers "For yer consideration." He favors the boy with a smile and looks for one of the larger horse stalls or one of the large stalls used to store a wagon. One with clean straw and no horse poodoo.

Kaelie mutters under her breath about the general lack of inteligence of the males of every race as she extracts herself from the bar. She didn't so much as incline her head in Wolf's direction as she angled herself towards a free table not far from the group's.

[Razor ] The general populace's interest in them seems to fade, the crowd going back to eating and gambling, once more getting rambunctious . Kaelies and Wolfs meals are brought, as well as a loaf of bread to the table, sliced partly through along with a stone jar of honey. once more the girl brushes against Morgen with a silent invitation. A younger girl comes and gives Viv an iron key..another to Wolf and the last too Kaelie..each one has a number inscribed on it..stamped into the iron near the large circle that makes up the top of them.

Razor 's gonna hop skip and jump you a moment

[Razor ] -so post if your gonna about what your doing while eating.

[Razor ] -Morgens second bowl is brought as well

MorgenMorgensson waist for the bread and extra stew he requested, eating what he has slowly and drinking from his mug. He looks up if someone he doesnt know comes too close, just making sure no one bears them any ill will. Fiercely protective of his sibling, always, even when he's at ease. He nods as he takes the bread, breaking it in half and giving Vivi her share of it. His share is used to mop up the extra of his stew. He doesnt bother responding to teh girl this time. If she has any intention of bedding him, she'll have to try harder that

Wolftooth takes his key, and eyes the bread and honey distastefully. He doesn't seem to be eyeing the stew with much favor either, though manages a few bites before tossing in the spoon and growling restlessly. His key is taken, and his drink downed rather messily ... with a rising eye for the advances upon Morgen by the vivacious woman. Mostly he just looks around the room suspiciously, giving the others the impression of a caged animal.

Verhowain 'll eat his own food, dried fruits and suchlike wondering where in the heck Razor went and concerned someone will hurt her...

[Wolftooth ] ((Suddenly I have a sinking feeling that I may find Razor tonight ... uh-oh ...))

Vivican 's key is tucked into a belt pouch, taking a moment to adjust her bodice now she's pulled off the cloak, taut supple skin, marred with the thin traces of pale scars settled over steely toned muscles, toned but not amazonian as she eats, untieing her ahir now she can find time to relax, leatting the plait out, a shimmering sheath of wheat blond falling to her waist. The warrior woman sharing bread with her brother, a tight smile, still ill at ease as she drinks more, settling her nerves.

[Razor ] *Kaelie is called when she's nearly finished that her bath is ready, Wolf shortly after. There are three bathing rooms below stairs, not even alot of the private homes have their own tub so it pays to have more then one in the inn. The waters hot, steaming with another bucket left beside for rinsing as well as a few nearly thread bare towels. Food is brought to Rag if he requests it..one of the girls leaving the in with a tray in hand, headed for the stables where she delivers it to Owain..after all..Viv did pay for three meals including Owains. He's given the bowel and a tankard and asked to leave them near the front of the stable to be taken in later. By the time that Wolf and Kaelie are finished, more then one patron is roaring drunk, gambling going on still play is deep. Patrons come and go..one entering shortly before Wolf and Kaelie are finished is definately out of place. Her skin coloring for one is darker then most, being a light coffee color , pitch black hair cropped short to just lay in >>

[Wolftooth whispers to MorgenMorgensson] ((So is that wolf totem visible in any way on Morgen?))

[MorgenMorgensson whispers to Wolftooth] He has a wolf cloak, has a wolf's head on his shield and a wolf head embazoned on his rather large belt buckle :P pretty obvious that he has it as his totem. The pommel of his sword is wtinned wolf heads as well

[Wolftooth whispers to MorgenMorgensson] ((Oh yeah. I should've noticed that all before, huh? *taps forehead* Duhr.))

[Razor ] longe soft spikes around her head..she doesnt order a meal but instead takes a seat at one of the gaming tables as someone vacates it. Other then her odd coloring, there's nothing remarkable about her. Dressed in a worn sleveless tunic, mismatched and worn boots and even more worn leggings with a sword belt over her shoulder instead of around her waist, the hilt peeking over one shoudler to be grabbed with either hand. She drops a set of saddlebags at her feet with a soft thunk as she takes a seat, anteing into the game.

[Razor ] Viv Morgen Kaelie Wolf Owain Rag

Raghnall throws out his post first, -_-

Raghnall rest his Spear against the counter and exchanges greetings with the Innkeep. He waves off any mention of a room just yet and looks at the guy(?). "I'm looking for someone. An older gentlemen, about so tall" with that he moves hand up beside his head slightly shorter then the top. "Had a ...Scribe look to him. Slightly hunched like he spends too much time in a Library. Probably well dressed be nothing fancy. Might have been here ... a week ago. Know of him?"

MorgenMorgensson finishes his first mug of ale as he eats, finishing the first bowl of stew and mopping it oput with the bread, leaving the bowl clean. The second bowl is pulled towards him, a silver piece left in the bowl for the extras and the ales, taken from the puch behind his belt buckle. Anyone trying to mug this warriot had best be prepared to get rather intimate and personal. He looks up at the wench as she comes back, looking her over again, typical bar wench, cant possibly compare, or hope to hold a candle. She'll have to work on Morgen, it seems

[MorgenMorgensson ] ooops >.>.

[Razor ] zxc'*The barekeep arches a brow at Rag "We aint got no lye-berry here and we get alot of passer's through."

Vivican 's finished after one bowl, her apetite never as large as her brother's, save for ale it seems. Her attention caught by the pair int he corner a moment, taking in the nuance of appearance and apparell before turning her eyes back to her ale, in a sullen mood it seems, pensive and introverted as she takes another gulp of the freshly topped up ale.

Raghnall trys not to sigh and nods. Also not trying to point out the fact that if there was a Library in town he would have ask there. He smiles slightly, "Yes. I noticed that. Did the man I'm asking after stop here or go on his way. That's what id like to know." He does take a second to quickly glance around the room; noting the tables everyone's at and any free one he might see.

Raghnall grumbles and smacks his shift/enter keys, -_-

Raghnall notes ignore that sinces he's got stuff to add to it,

[Razor ] *there are no completely empty tables now, the one Kaelie left being filled up as soon as she departed for her bath "Seen alot of travelers so tall and older that walked hunched over and wearing somewhat fine clothes." The keep tells Rag as he pours another round to be taken out into the room by the wenches.

Kaelie takes her things up to her rooms after her much enjoyed bath, and she takes a bit of time to secure them before returning to the common room. She wanted another drink and to listen to the local gossip before turning in for the night.

Wolftooth returns from his bath looking much calmer, his hair still wet about his head, obviously little more care given to it than passing fingertips combing through but once. His weapons and armor have been safely stowed in his pack, and he now wears a more casual outfit much like the group would have seen him wearing the first time they met back in Greenhorn, with just a simple tunic, breeches, and boots. He looks about the common room once, not really knowing what to do. He wonders just what sorts of gambling is taking place, and finds his eyes naturally drawn to the games being played. Especially one dark-skinned woman in particular who wasn't there before, and rather stands out. Before he can think about it, he shakes his head violently to dry it, sending a spray of water in all directions and quickly getting Wolftooth met with a bunch of angry words from other customers. He quickly retreats up the stairs to stow his belongings ... and does not return. Not immediately, at least.

Verhowain takes the lass and checks the bowl eating only the veggies of the stew, the tankard he drains soon enough and after placing them near the front of the stables he returns to his stall and nestles into the straw tugging his blanket over him.

[Verhowain ] thanks even

Raghnall suppresses a shudder as he notices the patrons. He never did like places like this. Though he's noticed the ones that knew what he was never cared much for him either. He turns back to the InnKeeper and sighs slightly. "Yes. Well. Imagine they do." He thinks it over slightly and just shakes his head. Theres better places around town to inquire for the Old man then here. He slumps slightly and just nods. "Just give me a room for the night."

Razor got Viv's post, Wolfs and Ver's and Rags..need Kaelies

Razor liked Ver taking the Lass =P

Kaelie takes her things up to her rooms after her much enjoyed bath, and she takes a bit of time to secure them before returning to the common room. She wanted another drink and to listen to the local gossip before turning in for the night.

MorgenMorgensson gives nwe meaning to "A quick roll on the hay." :P

Vivican thought it was all rather manly too, Razor

[Kaelie ] ((*laughs* ^.^))

[Razor ] Ver's goimg to bed then? hows everyone on wakefulness? figured going another hour..maybe an hour and 30

Kaelie 's good for another hour 'nd 30

Vivican 's not got anything to do, today.

Verhowain 's player is in need of bed, having felt crappy and achey for the last couple hours now... Can Ver stay in bed and out the way?

Raghnall 's fine till 12 atleast,....

[Wolftooth ] ((I'm alright.))

[Razor ] *the play at the table gets deep soon enough, more then one man leaving disgruntled..sometimes they are replaced by another.other times not.If Kaelie watches close enough she realizes that the womans good..very good..maybe too good? She also isnt playing with coins, but with rough cut stones..jewels and rings being bet instead. Its more or less like poker. The girl keeps trying for Morgen, going so far as to drop the cloth she uses to wipe off the table in his lap and taking a while to retreive it from there as well

[Razor ] Ver can snooze =P night night hun

[Wolftooth whispers to Razor] ((Hey, this etools thing has some settings that automatically apply the werewolf templates to a character. Does a decent job, but there are some holes ... doesn't give the bonus hp or skill points, for example.))

Raghnall waves BYe to the Pirate, ;)

Verhowain gets dispensation! *waves and collides with floor to sleep and shiver*

[Wolftooth ] ((G'night!))

MorgenMorgensson wishes Owain good sleep and rest

MorgenMorgensson misses, how typical

[Razor ] Kaelie Wolf Morgen Viv Rag

[Razor ] *the barkeep looks at Rag "We get alot of older men about so tall all hunched over and wearing more then fine clothes" He tells him, serving up another round to be taken out into the room

[Razor ] *the barkeep gives Rag the going rates telling him it will be a mometn while one of the girls makes up the room

Razor makes sure she's still connected

Vivican 's waiting on posts too, Raz

Kaelie turns her attention to the gambling table as it catches her attention. She purses her lips thoughtfully as the game progresses. The woman with the smoky skin seems to be a little too lucky tonight.. She lets a smile eak its way out as she notices the currency the woman happens to be employing, and as tempting it is to take up a seat to see if she could score a few of those jems herself, she knew she'd lose more than she one if she tried her luck this night. She does, however, sidle back up to the bar to catch the barkeeps attention. "She a regular?"

Wolftooth sits upon his bed, his pack resting at its foot, the door locked securely behind him. He can hear the sounds of the rowdy crowd outside, muffled by thin walls and door. His stomach gripes at him, and he catches himself scratching at the hair on his arm as he contemplates returning to the common room. Staying meant solitude, a place where he had always been more comfortable. Going back meant more harsh glares and half-heard mutterings against his kin. A kind of bitterness rises in his throat just thinking about it. Yet to hide from such things would only make him appear weak. But then again, what reason had he to go downstairs again? The gambling tables? The dark-skinned woman? His companions? He closes his eyes, growling and kicking at the floor with his booted foot angrily. The woods were always easier.

[Razor ] *the keep looks up at Kaelie then over at the table, his brow furrowing. "Never seen the like before."

MorgenMorgensson drinks the ale that's brought to him, finishing the second bowl of stew and starting on Vivi's second as well. He doesnt quite finish that though, eating about half of it before he's content. pushing the bowl away from him. He helps the girl retrieve the cloth after a few moments, looking at her before returning to his ale

[Razor ] *she winks at him with a smile, leaning closer ot practically put her breasts in his face as she bends her head down to whisper something in his ear

[Razor ] -note you can go again after i acknowledge your post so we can keep things moving quickly

Vivican 's face is dark as the night outside as she pushes out of her chair, ale downed already. Her light eyes travelling over the patrons as she moves to the bar "I wish a hot bath, now, please." The coins passed over to the Tender, the tall woman impatient, tension coiled in her frame, there's beaty in her mood though, prowling the length of the bar in fluid lines.

[Razor ] Wolf can just...go as he wants until he rejoins the crowd if he's going to

Raghnall nods again, paying the Innkeeper for the room, and just the room. He cast a glance at Kae as she comes over, nods to her slightly, but otherwise doesn't say anything. He makes his way up to it when its ready.

[Razor ] *the keep nods to Viv, excusing himself from Kaelie to beckon someone forth to refill the newly emptied tubs. The girl takes Viv down the hall, pausing at the door to the kitchen to call a few boys to carry down the water to the room, the tub quickly being filled.

[Razor ] The keep takes the coin from Rag, sliding it into a 'till' which is more or lesss just a locked box with a slit in the top. "Be a moment or two."

[Kaelie ] "Hmm.." she gives the barkeep a thankful nod, and makes her way over to the gambling table to watch a little more closely. Something about the woman perked her curiosity, and with the drink in her she felt a little more bold than perhaps she should in her persuit of satisfaction.

Vivican nods her thanks, not finding a smile just yet though, shaking out her mane of hair again as she follows the girl down to the baths. An ale taken with her...Odd that.

MorgenMorgensson announces some while later, perhaps a little too loudly, that he'll be requiring a bath as well. He drops his thankfully empty mug a few moments later, fumbling with it under the table before just holding it in his hands. When the wench comes back he hands the mug to her directly

[Razor ] The jewels the woman uses for play look even better up close, a rainbow of colors in a pile before her..she has a pile of coins now as well..she uses the coins up before using the jewels again, apparently having been already told the set rate for each when she started to play as she takes a few coins out when she drops a stone into the pot. She glances up at Kaelie a moment, gold-green eyes having almost a feline tilt to them. She gives her a mocking smile as though dareing her to play, showing just a little bit of her teeth..and definately elongated incisers...

[Razor ] The wench takes teh tankard and leans into Morgen again, brushing against his arm "You be wantin some help to reach everywere?" she offers provocatively. Viv's tubs filled and shes left alone in the room..its not large, just big enough for the tub and a few necessities..water to rinse off with left as well.

Wolftooth rises, pacing to the window and parting the curtains to look outside. He opens the window, if possible, and just leans against the sill, staring out into the town, and the woods that surround it, bathed in the rapidly receding light of day as dusk approaches.

Raghnall just leans against the bar and waits, watching the room, though paying a little more attention the group he arrived in town with. Mainly because they're the only people in town that he knows. Though the fact they aren't like the rest of the room isn't lost on him either. He ponders over the whole thing slightly. Wondering where they came from and got their start. Muchless why they all chose to travel together. The whole thing striking him as slightly odd. The he smirks, muttering to himself. He really needs to get out more it seems. Though he shakes his head at the contradicting thoughts and corrects himself. He needs to get out more In Town.

MorgenMorgensson just nods, a soft scowl on his face as he stands to go to his bath. Truth is he has some trouble reaching places like the centre of his back. he's a powerful man, it has a few drawbacks

[Razor ] A key is brought to Rag soon enough, the room number stamped onto the key. The wench smiles at Morgen as she upends the mug. a brief flash of gold coins falling into her palm, quickly disapearing down her cleavage a she calls another girl to see to the customers, escorting Morgen herself down the hall to the baths

Vivican happy to be left, happy for the solitude, for scant time to gather herself. The blonde stripping down with an economy of movement, sinking into the tub that's just long enough, forcing her head under the water for a few moments, surfacing only when she needs to breath, gulping in deep, clensing breaths, water dripping from her water dampened hair, running down her cut-glass cheeks, it hides the path of tears within the sodden rivulets at least.

[Razor ] -The night element is quickly coming out, the last of the travelers either finding lodgings or leaving town.

Kaelie returns the woman's smile with an amused one of her own, but shakes her head slightly as if refusing the challenge. She inclines her head slightly towards the table as she remains standing; clearly only intersted in watching at the moment.

Wolftooth is, fortunately for him, much brighter than the rest of his tribe. Since he cannot decide between staying in his room and going back down to the commons, he'll do the next best thing ... go for a walk outside. Leaving all of his precious belongings secured in his room, he makes certain that his door is locked, tucks the key someplace safe, and winds his way through the common room heading for the door, sparing another glance to Kaelie and the dark-skinned woman as he passes.

MorgenMorgensson takes his cloak and his sword with him, not willing to leave them lying around in the common rooms, it seems. And he hasnt been to the room upstairs yet, his twin still having the key. He looks at no one as he follows the wench down the hall to the baths, avoiding everyone's eyes. The tall warrior trying to maintain at least a little dignity

[Razor ] *The woman's smile becomes more of a smirk at Kaelies refusal to take the bait offered. While those around her get deeper into their cups, the woman doesnt so much as drink a drop of the ale brought. She does how ever show a slight interest in Wolf as he ambles through the common room to go outside..the barkeep now turning people away who are looking for rooms for the night.

[Razor ] viv can go as she wants till she returns

[Razor ] The wench takes Morgen into the room where the two of them vanish, a group of boys taking water there a moment later, leaving quickly

Raghnall nods when he gets the key. He takes another glance around the room before taking up his Spear and heading up to his room. Shutting the door and Happily dropping his pack on the bed once he gets there. He tosses his spear down beside his pack. He then stretches slightly. Working his shoulders and his back. ...Blasted thing's tiring. He glances out his window to get a feel for the time before going back over to his pack. He ponders slightly and considering the place he's in; feels a little added protection wont hurt. He does a small trace on his pack carefully hiding it in the seems and fabric. He also does the same to his weapon, though making it look more like battle scaring.

[Razor ] The rooms are spartin, containing a bed and night stand with a single taper with a flint beside it. Each room has a window, small..no glass merely shutters that can be closed against the chill of the night.

Kaelie eyes Wolf as he crosses into her line of sight with only a hint of venom, which she does her best to supress as she notes the other woman's interest in the half orc. Hmmm..

Vivican 's soon shed all the tears she's going to allow herself, scrubbing down her toned body without mercy, until skin is pink from the efforts, her hair the last to be done, not easy to wash your own hair, she's still not perfected it. But soon enough she's rinsed off and dried with the pathetic towels. Back upto the mainroom of the inn dressed in just a cotton tunic, tucked into the tight waistband of leather pants, hair dampening the back of the shirt, only the handaxe and sword at her belt, the rest of her possessions soon stowed up in their room, safe as can be here. Then, more ale..Sat alone by the fire.

[Razor ] Its sometime before the girl who was making passes at Morgen returns, her bodice damp as well as her skin being flushed and a rather 'cat that atte the canery' look on her face as she goes back around her business

Wolftooth gives a narrow eyed glance to both Kaelie and the darker woman. His pace slows a little, but does not stop as he makes for the door. At least until he catches sight of the saddlebags that rest by the woman's feet. Maybe it's just coincidence, but he'd swear he's seen those before ...

[Razor ] *outside the dark is coming quickly, shadows seperating themselves to follow people not wise enough to get inside after darkness comes.

Vivican 's royally rosey by the time the wench reappears, finishing what has o be her seventh or eigth ale in large gulps, her gaze going to the fire as she seems to retreat away from the room, looking younger without her armour, almost vulnerable.

[Razor ] The womans gaze drops when Wolfs does before he leaves, a small movement of her foot pushes them further under her chair as though to hide them from sight. She goes back into play, winning more frequently then before as well as making rather snide coments to the man beside her as he grumbles over how much he;s loosing and she's winning

[Razor ] Viv's mugs kept full as long as she keeps drinking. Teh fires warm and routinely tended to keep the night chill out of the air

Vivican 's slowed down the drinking now, nursing he ale as she does her thoughts, brooding and quiet, her eyes cast about the room every now and again, even brighter for he soft glaze.

[Razor ] -dice are evil today

MorgenMorgensson comes out some while later, clean, holding his armour in his huge hands as he goes upstairs to put it in the room and then come back down. Again he doesnt look into anyone's eyes, least of all his twins as he sits back down in the chair he was in earlier. He picks up the ale and drinks it, knocking it back and putting the mug back on the table for refilling again, on a mission to get just a little more tipsythan he is now

Wolftooth slows even further at the woman's obvious attempt to hide her belongings, even so far as lingering at the door and looking back to her searchingly. His eyes wander over her entire appearance. Clothing, skin tone and hair color, eyes ... even the sword strapped to her back, looking for some further clue to support his growing theory.

Kaelie chuckles softly over the snide comments, and casts the man a wicked smile of her own. "Well, serves ye right for playing against the very visage of our fair lady luck."

[Razor ] The woman rakes in the large pot as she bumps the chair back with her leg as she rises. the man beside her rises as well, grabbing her wrist in what looks to be a painful grip. "Yer a cheat.." He looks over at Kaelie with her remark, her distracting him. The woman is quick to react, twisting her arm around to grab his wrist and yank him forward as her other hand comes off the table, her fingers jabing at the center of his chest with a quick percise movement. The man winces and blinks as she withdraws, sliding her winings into a small sack, blood dripping from her finger tips as she does and onto the table top. the man drops back down into his chair, a shocked expression on his face as his head drops down to look at his chest...five holes are in his shirt, blood quickly darkening the fabric.

[Razor ] More then one man starts to make a hasty retreat from the table, a few chairs falling over backwards in the process.

Razor can just imagine if Dun was still with them and saw her do that =P

Raghnall really has to go guys, its important, laters

[Wolftooth ] ((Bless you child, for your exuberance and playfulness? ~_0))

[MorgenMorgensson ] He'd lecture her till she committed suicide rather than listen to any more :P

[Wolftooth ] ((Byes!))

[Razor ] -His grandmom just had a stroke and died guys...

[Wolftooth ] ((*moment of silence*))

[Vivican ] ((That's his personal business, if he'd have wanted to tell us, he would have.))

Razor nods to Viv and slips back into playing mode. Rag's in his room for the night

Kaelie takes a few steps back; admitibly a little shocked, but more impressed by the move than frightened by it.

Wolftooth gasps in horror, taking a pair of retreating backward steps at what he has just witnessed. Where he comes from, that sort of might is respected and not questioned ... yet Wolftooth has always had a problem with that sort of authority. After a moment or two, he steps back towards her, confronting her verbally as well as physically. "Who are you?"

Vivican 's suggesting this as a good pause point, in light of events

[MorgenMorgensson ] Can we hiyt the big ole Pause button at this pont guys?

[Wolftooth ] ((Actually, not a bad idea.))

[Wolftooth ] ((I'll be saving the log, of course ... some very good stuff tonight. In any case, thanks everybody.))

Vivican has to go anyway, chores to do and stuff.

[Wolftooth ] ((*deep breath* Wow ...))

[Wolftooth ] ((*deep breath* Wow ...))