Introductions

Dunithenail is in town, has been for a day or so. His order is well known in other parts, the armour easily recognised and sought out. In this town he's done little more than healing theresult of a farmer's argument with a fox and listening in the pub for gossip. He's spoken to those to speak to him, but hasnt sought out company. And in all the time he's been here hasnt once removed his helmet or be seen eating or drinking, much to the annoyance of the inkeep

[Wolftooth ] It's morning currently, and the small town of Greenhorn is bustling unusually with chatter about something or other that seems to have happened last night. ((Actors, go ahead and take your places and do your introductions. Hope I got everybody their info.))

Kesyn 's long since been in the Inn, the tall winged elf getting more than her fair share of odd looks. The almost angelic features, not to mention the curled 12 foot wingspan certainly made an impact on the local populace, foot and drink ordered in an accent tinged with the high whistle of reedy winds, and then a seat taken near the fire, it was chill and she felt it keenly.

[Wolftooth ] Here's the lay of Greenhorn ... it's a tiny village, whose population numbers just shy of a hundred, little more than a stop on the road. There does happen to be an inn here for the weary traveller, though accomodations are likely to be rather primitive. A two-story building near the village's center serves as both a home for the mayor and a jailhouse/barracks. There is one shop, but it's a general store with only the most basic of equipment. If it costs more than 75 gp, the shop only has one for sale. If it costs more than 150, it can't be found here at all. All that aside, the inhabitants are a cheerful folk that are mostly indifferent to the many travellers that make their way through Greenhorn. A single pub serves as a gathering place for the villagers at the end of the day, a place called simply 'Jike's'.

Devlin_Davenport has been in town for a few days now, and has thus far not been impressed with the ladies, and not impressed one bit by how much money he has 'aquired'. He is now entering Jike's, the local pub, in hopes of finding himself someone worth his time, and actually turn a profit. He's heard rumors that there have recently been some travelers that might help him produce some loot.

Razor 's slipped in with Kesyn, taking up a position right against her, lounging realy against her back to be used more or less as a cushin behind Kesyns back. Any warmth from the fire which she doesnt wants is blocked by the woman, though her thick coat keeps her pleasently warm enough. Laying near Keysns things are a set of oddly shaped saddle bags. She watches the crowd with apparent bordom, watching Kesyns back when she is not enclined to.

[Wolftooth ] For the most part in the pub, Jike's, only three figures seem to stand out of the rest of the rabble ... one is an elf of noble bearing, with the look of a warrior about him, who seems to bear the crest of a certain elven household of noteworthy importance on his green-edged armor. A large composite bow is slung over his back, and his face is narrow and clouded by something as he stares into his elven mead, seated at the bar currently. The other is a rather dark looking man seated at a table in the back corner. A dark and sour man sulks in the corner, armed and armored, wearing a dark cloak whose edges are licked with reddish flame patterns. His black hair is thick, and he bears a dark mustache. Dark brown eyes glance narrowly at all the other figures in the bar with a malicious sneer, though the man seems to take no other actions but trailing a finger through his drink over and over idly.

Kaelie huffs out of her room and down the Inn's stairs. She feels mildly irritated at the lack of prospects after two days of hunting for someone looking for someone with her particular skills. Even though the lack of prospects was beginnig to be rather discouraging, she still plans on heading over to Jike's to do some snooping around after some intersting characters she'd noticed in her time in Greenhorn.

Dunithenail listens to the gossip. tongues wag freeer when lubricated by ale and taverns are very good places to pick up information. He's seated against one wall, his vibrant eyes watching the room quietly, waiting. His steed is stabled nearby, his insistence that it should be stabled saddled causing some uproar but nothing that didnt die away. Ocassionally he needs to ride quickly

[Wolftooth ] And the third figure is ... well, yours truly, all wrapped up in his dark brown traveller's cloak with the hood up. Also seated at the bar.

Ticker having been intown already, is at the Inn, trying and failing to get a room, ....He hisses slightly at the Inn-keeper and mutters 'pothoc munthreks' as he hops down from the stool he was on and scurries off looking for a nice place to watch whatevers going on, and climbs up into the rafters, hopefully unnoticed, but he's not really concerned with that at this point.

Devlin_Davenport quickly eyes up the room looking for his first target. By the looks of the figures here, it's going to be either a really productive day or he's going to wind up seeking medical attention, personally he likes the 1st option over the 2nd, but sometimes it comes with the lifestyle...plus the ladies can't resist battle scars. Dev makes his way to an empty table and takes a seat to have himself some mead.

Wolftooth is seen turning his head ever so slightly to one side, looking to the people entering Jike's now out of the corner of his eye. The elven soldier seated at the bar does not seem to look up from his drink. The dark figure in the corner just eyes the newcomers darkly.

Razor yawns, displaying an impressive array of teeth including long thick incisers before closing her mouth and running a rough tongue repeatedly over her muzzle before shifting slightly to cross one forepaw over the other before her and laying her head down upon them and continuing to watch those around her and Kesyn as the later continues to warm herself at the fire. Odd noises cause her ears to swivel in one direction and then another though her eyes wander more slowly as though she's an animal well used to the noisyness of taverns and inns and the patrons who frequent them.

Kesyn 's not paying a great deal of attention to the room at large, the tall elven looking woman used to these small cow poke towns, her stop here would only be a short one, she had brighter places to be. Gloved fingers reach out to tickle behind the ears of her compainion, soothing for both as food arrives. Wing tips flitter with a slight tinge of her tension, even as she begins to hum to herself, her voice gentle and warm, a summer breeze in the cold room.

[Wolftooth ] There is certainly much excited chatter passing through the pub at the moment. Little snippets of conversation can be overheard here and there from villagers. "Did you see ..." "Over the forest ..." "Last night ..." "The star ..."

[Wolftooth ] Ticker is most certainly being watched by any villagers around him, as they have never in their lives seen such a creature before. Most of them shy away from Ticker, while a few others simply turn away and mutter something under their breath. Seems the local populace is not too friendly of strange looking outsiders.

Dunithenail is keeping an eye one the dark figure in the corner idly, making sure the man gets up to no mischief, but doesnt act in any way. In fact other than his eyes moving the only signs of life from a rather impressive looking suit of armour comes when the inkeep puts down a mug of ale on the table next to him, hopoing to get him to take off his helmet to drink it. The Holy Knight merely responds by lifting his hand and passing it over the mug with a blessing "May your sustenance bring you health, my son." Apparenmtly it's a little custom in some parts for drinkers to bring mugs to the Knights for blessing before drinking from them. The inkeep throws up his arms in disgust and stomps off again, muttering, much to the amusement of nearby villagers

[Wolftooth ] ((Just to keep things easy, let's try and stick to a posting order now ... straight down the user list should work just fine.))

[Wolftooth ] Kesyn and her exotic creature are certainly getting some notice ... that so dark a creature would be in the company of a woman with such exotic beauty seems quite unusual. Most of the villagers aren't entirely certain what to make of such a pair.

Kaelie takes up a seat at the bar nearer to the man in brown. She orders water in an off hand mannor, and waits to see if she'll hear anything of use before deciding which local to pass a drink or two to.

Ticker snorts and chirps a few times as he moves about the rafters. Depending on the remarks heard. He mostly trys to listen in where he's able to slip his head down, ...he goes on with this for abit before find a place with a nice view and just curling up to watch the goings on. His head jerking around the room everyonce ina while or whenever anything catchs his eye. ...Not that it takes much.

[Ticker ] (^---last post before the 'order' thing)

Devlin_Davenport over hears the walking statues comment to the bar keep and tries to hold in a fit of laughter as that's the funnies damned thing he's heard in weeks. A big guy like that talking like he's some kind of preist. He knows a piest when he sees one, wheather they have been for 'clensing' his soul or other reasons that he doesn't care to reflect on. After manageing to control his laughter he scouts the room trying to find himself a target, but still finds nothing

[Wolftooth ] The elven warrior at last seems to look up from his drink as someone sits next to him, only a few seats down from Wolftooth. The soldier examines Kaelie curiously for a moment before nodding once in a cordial manner, then simply turns back to his drink. It's clear from the elf's demeanor that something is stressing him greatly.

Razor lets out a rumbling sound at the touch of Keysn's fingers. When the food arrives, she's not very polite, going so far as to snatch food off of the plate and nearly wolf it down with several quick gulps, licking any juices the remain off of her muzzle and then her paws as her less then proper eating techniques leave much to be desired. The annoying chirping from above her warrents a low pitched growl that is anything but friendly, her lip even curling up to reveal a hint of her teeth. She settles back down, letting Kesyn eat her remaining food with out disruption from her, going back to being merely a glorfied support for the elvin womans back.

[Wolftooth ] As Dunithenail keeps his eye on the dark figure, so too does the dark figure look back, his eyes narrow and fierce.

Dunithenail picks up the mug and lifts it to sniff at it. The Innkeep leaning over the bar with an air of anticipation. No luck thsi time though, The armoured figure merely passes it to a villager on his left, putting it down in front of the man silently. He's not going to drink it at all. He watches, waiting. He will be here for two days yet, to make certain that there is nothing that requires his attention in this village. He's fully prepared to wait. He returns the dark figures look, his emotions difficult to see behind the helmet, only a deep zeal clear to read. He's silent though, Evil reveals itself, or so it is written. He need only wait. He does lift his hands though crossing one down and then one across in a little religious symbol and nodding his head in blessing. Evil will reveal itself in time

[Wolftooth ] A minute or two after everyone seems to have assembled in the pub, the local customers seem to start getting up from their tables one by one and heading for the door, casting awkward glances and pointing to the lizard-like man in the rafters, the strange creature in the company of the winged elf, and the well-armored knight who hasn't accepted a scrap of food since any of them have seen him enter.

Kaelie returns the elven warrior's nod with a small one of her own; the tiniest hint of a smile turning up the corners of her mouth. The elf's distress inspires a touch of curriosity in her. It had been some time since she'd set foot in the land of her birth, and although she hadn't had much contect with her mother's people she felt a bold urge to speak to him. "How are things back home?" she murmurs as she looks out of the corner of her eye in the elf's direction.

Ticker tilts his head off to one side as he sees the cat ...and the lady humming beside it. He grumbles slightly at the sight, ...not because of them though. He gives off a halfhearted chips and put his head back down. ...Still just watiching what he can seein the room. He smirks slightly as the people start to leave though and just shrugs. Not his problem.

[Wolftooth ] The elven warrior seems to look now upon Kaelie with a mildly disturbed expression, seeming to look down his nose at the half-elf just a little for speaking to a noble elf like himself. His gaze softens after a moment, though, and his gaze drops back to his mead. "Not so well, I'm afraid. It seems the elven house of Ranil will soon be without an heir if I cannot find one with the strength to cure lady Syldah's affliction."

Kesyn 's keen ears perk, luminous eyes, far too wide and oddly large for her face coming up to pin the human who spoke, always as subtle as thrown bricks "I can assure you, she would not bite you, she has better taste." A disarming smile to the gentlemen, warm though then her voice drops and she leans to the cat

[Wolftooth ] The bartender seems very unhappy to see his customers leaving. He eyes the reasons for their departure somewhat sternly, though says nothing. There is less maliciousness for Kesyn, as she seems to be a paying customer ... though what isn't given to her is given to Dunithenail instead.

Razor shifts her weight as more of Kesyn's is placed upon her, laying now more or less towards one side, her tail lazily swishing, portraying the part more or less of an over grown house cat. A loud sniffing sound comes out of her, sounding much more like a humanish snort then a sigh as Keysn's breath tickles her ears.

Ticker stays curled up in the raftes. Watching the room and the goings on in it. Which are a few less now but that cant be helped. He keeps watching. ...Waiting for something to happen. ...Anything to happen. ...He sighs deeply and starts to tap clawed fingers againest the beem he's settled upon.

[Wolftooth ] There is still one table of villagers who seem a bit braver, or perhaps they are simply far too wrapped up in their conversation at the moment to exit. Their conversation seems to revolve around the strange occurence that happened last night. Those who were outdoors during the correct moment of the night would have seen it as well.

Dunithenail has paid for his room and his horse's stabling in advance, the Inkeep was most pleased then. But he hasnt accepted anything since, no food, no drink, not even water and he hasnt removed any of the armour. He apprears not to notice at all, just watching and waiting. He's barely even moved since sitting down in that chair, only once or twice. He's watching closely though, it's turning into a bad day, the rest of the customers have chased the villagers away and this is a bad thing. He has a feeling he will find Evil today, or a quest leading to evil, and it will reveal itself when the time comes. He listens to the villagers talk, trying to understand what happened. He may not eat or drink, but he does need to sleep. Teh dark figure in the corner is under almost constant surveilance, just waiting for him to reveal his true nature

Kaelie respresses the irritation that wants to rise in her at the elf's hauty first responce. It wasn't her fault she was a lowly half breed, and despite it all she still held some feelings for the races that had joined to spawn her. She sighs internally, but gives the warrior a compassionate expression. After all, talking to him may lead her somewhere. "You'll have to forgive me for my ignorance, sir.." she pauses with an articulate akward silence. "But if I may be so bold to ask.. what affliction has the lady Syldah?"

[Wolftooth ] ((Dunithenail, make a Listen check.))

Devlin_Davenport notices that Kesyn overheard his whispering to himself, looks to her and is surprised by what he sees. He is slow to say anything but finds the words quick enough "Well, uh...I see that you've got yourself a rather large pet there." he pauses trying to not look to flustered "I must say that you are looking rather ravishing today." as he says this, it appears as if there is a radiance comeing from him. "So might I buy you a drink?" He knows he's trying to earn some money but this is the first attractive lady he has seen in this place and does not want to screw up his chances with her being as how he doesn't get this chance often anymore.

[Wolftooth ] ((Ticker, you too.))

Kaelie had dimly noted the exidus of the majority of locals. So focused was she on her current "fishing"

[Dunithenail ] Trav, you stole my dice again didnt you? :P

[Ticker ] (*whistles innocently*)

Kesyn looks over the human man, a practised smile on her lips, ever the show girl as she dazzles those perfect pearly white teeth "Thank you, Elven wine." Expensive tastes, what a surprise. Fingers though still stroke along the cat's head still, soft and familiarly smoothing "She is not a pet, she is a companion. To call her less is an insult"

Razor 's eyes narrow slightly..either she's enjjoying the rubbings or she's eyeing Devlin up as a potential midnight snack....its hard to tell. Though she continues to make somewhat friendly noises, purring softly to the touches. Her ears are in nearly constant motion, listening to the noises overhead, the shuffle of feet beneath the tables, the clink of the tender cleaning glasses.

[Wolftooth ] The elven warrior looks at Kaelie grimly. "The Shrieks," he tells the half-elf. "A particularly potent strain which even the most skilled healer at the command of the house of Ranil cannot seem to cure." The elf now closes his eyes, shaking his head, eyes full of sorrow. "We were journeying to see a great healer in a faraway land, hoping that he might have the strength to cure her. However, it seems our journey has ended here, as lady Syldah's illness has progressed to the point where she can no longer travel."

Ticker tilts his head and turns it slightly so one side is facing the people talking. He trys to listen in, something slightly interesting, ...well, more interesting then the rest of the room, caught his attention. ...how long it'll hold it is another matter.

Wolftooth hardly moves as he speaks, his voice gruff, short, and to the point. "You. Lizard-creature in the rafters. Get down before you hurt someone." Then, to the knightly looking figure seated at a table nearby, in a more hushed voice. "Leave him alone. He is too much trouble."

Devlin_Davenport looks at Kesyn with a surprised look on his face, as the radiance that was coming from him seems to vanish, at what she wants to drink, but thinks he can afford a glass of that for the lady, if he can't he'll use his normal approach to things, get the hell out of there. He responds to her comments with "Elven wine it is then? And about the pet thing, I'm sorry about that I did't realize that it was an insult." Now he's feeling a little embarrased about his mistake but does not show it overly. He is still looking around the room, mostly at the strangers who are still left in the room, and can't help but think to himself that they cost him his meal ticket for the day

[Kaelie ] "Perhaps.." she hesitates, not wanting to upset the elf. "Your lady could send a group to fetch the healer.. if she could be stablized in her conditon for the time necissary for the healer to be brought to her?"

[Wolftooth ] The dark and armored figure in the corner seems to have been overlooked by most, a fact he seems grateful for.

[Wolftooth ] The elven soldier looks pained, bringing an armored hand up to hold his temples as he shakes his head. "I fear her illness is progressing far too quickly. If she is not cured within the week, well ... our physician fears the worst."

Dunithenail nods in responbse to Woolftooth's words but whether he actually intends to comply or not is something which only time will reveal. He turns his attention to the elven lord at the bar. Finally he stands, walking over slowly, almost regally. A short bow completes his movement, no energy wasted "If perhaps a humble knight of the order or Ortesk may offer his assistance?" Odds are he wont be able to heal the Elven lady, but he's not certain of that and if she is Good, then he is obligated to make the attempt. It's not lost on him that the dark figure in the corner will overhear this, it's intended, possibly as a warning. His order is known for hunting down and slaying evil

Kesyn glances away from the man as he looks away, a smile to keep up the pretense first, though her ears are still sharp to all of the room, taking it in, a smile growing more honest. The pieces of a jigsaw coming tongether in her pretty little head. Silent for now though, wings fluttering nervously still

[Dunithenail ] of Ortesk, pesky typo demons

Razor withdraws her head from beneath Kesyn's hand abruptly, only to turn her head and repeatedly bump her nose into her side as though trying to gain her attention. Once she has it, she stares fixatedly at the table of villagers that remain, her ears up and alert, her body tensing slightly to let Kesyn be aware of something of interest being discussed in that general direction.

Ticker Hisses at Wolf and lets out a sharp 'thric'. Not loud enough to really make any noise, but loud enough for Wolf to hear anyways. ...His understanding of it though is questionable. ...If his body language didn't already get the point across for him. He then scans the rafters and turns his head back to the discussion he was listening to.

Kesyn leans to her companion, voice soft, sing-song

[Wolftooth ] The elven warrior raises his gaze to meet the knight now, bowing his head politely. "You are certainly welcome to try, sir knight, though still I fear the worst."

Devlin_Davenport looks over at the big hunk of metal that has made it's way to the regal elf, and notices the bow. Dev is yet again trying to hold his laughter in at this big fella and suddenly the radience is about him once again. He looks at Kesyn and gives a slight snicker "Get a load out of Sir Righteouse" the grin on his face clearly shows his amusement with the knight.

[Wolftooth ] The armored man perks up in his seat just a little, his chair making a grating sound as its legs slide across the floor just a little. It's probably the only noticable move he's made all night. His attention now seems to be focussed on the central table and the villager's conversation. The villagers quickly notice, and their conversation abruptly ceases and changes.

Dunithenail bows again "I promise nothing but the attempt, my son." He can only try, if it works then good, another small victory for the order, if it fails then at least he'll have tried. He shows no reaction to Devlin's comment at all yet, perhaps it will be dealt with later or ignored as the ignorant making comments on that which they know not

[Wolftooth ] The elven warrior nods to Dunithenail solemnly. "Lady Syldah is being cared for in one of the rooms of the inn at the moment. Perhaps you could come by later. My name is Halyad," the elf relates to those who are near him. "Now to whom have I been addressing myself?" A curious eye is given to Kaelie and the armored knight.

Devlin_Davenport looks at Kesyn, "I'll be right back" after those words he makes his way over to the group gathered around the table, and looks at the Iron man "Excuse, listen I'm sorry but I've been listening to you speak for a little bit now, and I just have to ask. What the hell are you supposed to be? I aint never seen anyone like you. And why do you adress everonye as son?" Devlin looks crossed between amused and confused as he finishs his ranting, and actually a little bit releived at getting that off of his chest

Kaelie eyes Dunithenail curiously, but quickly flashes a smile for the elf. "Very pleased to be of your aquaintence, sir Halyad," she manages to make her sudden perkiness not seem utterly forced. "I'm Kaelie."

Kesyn 's really not feeling well, Kesyn's in the safe hands of Razor. Thanks and sorry guys

Razor 's attention goes back to Kesyn for a moment, then towards the scraping noise of the chair on the other side of the room as though accusing him of making them shut up and end their conversation. Devlins movement returns her gaze, watching him cross the room to the tall Knightish looking guy. She lays her head down on her paws to await the likely presentation of a snack that Devlin will likely be once the Knight is through with him. Kesyn's attention drifts that way a moment as well before she settles back against the large feline to await the serving of her drink

[Ticker ] me growls slightly at the movement that makes the conversion end. He then goes back to glancing around the room. Though his attention is soon caught by the Elves and what they're going on about.

Dunithenail speaks first to the elf "My name is not important, My son, but it is Dunithenail if it must be known." Trust is a tricky thing with elves sometimes. And then he turns to face Devlin "I am a Knight or the Order of Ortesk, A questor to destroy evil. All peoples are sons and daughters of the Great One.........." If someone doesnt stop him soon, this will very rapidly turn into a lecture on his entire religious system and way of life. It's almost like he's reading alloud though from some sort of manual, his rich, deep voice taking on the strange tone people always uise when reading aloud to others. Someone really does need to stop him soon though, before he really gets started

Ticker opps and adds a / in there, -_-

[Wolftooth ] The sound of a metal gauntleted hand is heard slamming down hard upon a table is heard coming from the far corner of the room, interrupting any conversations that may be progressing at the moment. The dark man in the corner calls out in the created silence in a commanding voice, "I'll give 5000 gold pieces to the man or woman who gets me that Elixir!" With that, he rises from his seat, turning, and with a swish of his trailing black and red cloak, the man is gone from the pub.

Razor waits for Devlin to get an erection at the thought of 5000 gold pieces.

Devlin_Davenport looks puzzled for a few seconds at Dunithenail then comes back with " Listen before you go off preaching about religon, I already have one thank you." he realizes as to what he just heard and suddenlly it seems as if the light of heaven has shined down onto him "Did I hear 5000 gold by chance?" Devlin has the look on his face that he has when he gets himself into trouble, and he knows it but the thought of that much gold is too much to resist.

Kaelie watches the dark man's cloak swish out the door with him. Pure greed a moment in her eyes since the moment gold was mentioned, but it takes everything she has to keep herself seated so as not to insult the elf by so flippantly rushing off.

Kaelie crosses out that "a moment" after Pure greed... forgot to reread post before posting.. -_-

[Wolftooth ] The central table stays silent for a moment longer before its occupants at last turn to face one another, their eyes wide and chattering excitedly in hushed voices. "How rude ..." "Never done anything like that before ..." "My word ..." The bartender just scoffs, reaching for an empty mug on the counter to clean it with a half-soiled rag, scowling at the armored man's impertinence.

Dunithenail nods briefly to Devlin, crossing his hands "Then be at peace with the deity of your choosing." Seems he's not one of these driven conversionalists who fervently believes that his religion is the one true one and that all followers of other religions are automatically heathens who need converting. He's quite content to let it be and focus on his purpose in life. The money doesnt interest him at all, but the reasons for offering it do, in many ways. SOmeone willing to pay that much, wants it badly and that sort of greed is unhealthy, leads down dark paths, suddenly he's paying far more attention, turning again

Razor rises after the man gets up and makes his statement about money. With a brief rub against Kesyn who remains to listen to those circled around the bar, she pads lightly to where the man was seated, apparently sniffing lightly at the surface of the chair before heading towards the doors and nudging them open with her nose to slip outside into the darkness after the man, following his scent if he has one.

[Wolftooth ] The armored figure blinks, obviously confused by the other man's extreme behavior. "Five thousand ... I'll buy a drink to the one who can tell me what on earth that man was talking about."

Ticker scurries through the rafters trying to get close to where that man was, and hopefully pick up the remnants of the conversation that was going on there. Doubting that he could get the noted 'elixir', but good information is always nice to have.

[Wolftooth ] ((The elven soldier, not the armored figure, sorry.))

Kaelie wonders how prudent it would be to offer to follow the dark fellow in order to get that information.

Devlin_Davenport is stunned at the thought of 5000 gold, he's lucky to make half that in 3 years. Dev looks at Wolftooth "I wish I had the faintest clue, that's alot of gold.Can buy a man, like 10,000 trips to the bruthels where I'm from" He knows what he just said and is not the least bit ashamed to have said it, but follows up with "Or alot of property, property works too I guess. What Devlin knows for sure is that he could stop his theiving if he can get that gold, for a little bit that is.

[Devlin_Davenport ] guess"*

[Wolftooth ] A gruff voice speaks from behind the crowd that seems to have gathered around the noble elven warrior. "A legend," the cloaked figure of Wolftooth says, turning slightly to look at the elf from underneath his hood. "A star fell last night over the woods, on the far side of Greenhorn valley. Not far. The elixir is there, or so they say."

[Razor ] Kesyn: *she continues to listen but from a distance, turning just a fraction to better pay attention to the goings on. At the cloaked mans words she arches a delicate brow. "Likely an old folk lore with no fact behind it."

Dunithenail turns slowly to regard Devlin a moment dfor the comment about brothels, but he limits himself to only one comment "Surely your money would be better spent in searching for a wife, my son and wasting it on women for rent." Oddly there's no anger for them, most do it not out of choice, but need. He listens to Wolftooth speak before turning to Kesyn. "Folk lore holds many things that people dismiss as ridiculous, many things founded on truth and Good." He doesnt know why the man wants it, but perhaps when it's found they will know the answer to that one. He suspects foul play and evil and is sworn to investigate it. He will go, if no one else will, if only to satisfy himself that there isnt suspicion of Evil involved

[Wolftooth ] The elven warrior glances now between Wolftooth and Kesyn, his curiousity piqued. "There must be some merit in it if Darkan there is willing to stake 5000 gold on it," he explains. "Just what sort of elixir is it?"

Dunithenail sighs My son, than wasting it on women for rent, sleep deprivation o.O

Ticker tilts his head a few times and Sighs deeply. He then moves over close the the elf and that group. Again curling up and listening in to whats going on.

Kaelie for the first time really looks at Devlin. She found his presance mildy obnoxious, but she prefered to keep that to herself at this time. The gruff voice draws her attention away from her thoughts, however. She doesn't say much of anything at first, hoping to glean some clerification from the answer to the elf's question.

Devlin_Davenport looks at Denuthenail with curosity "A wife? listen 'father' I don't really wanna be tied down just yet, I'm still young yet. I mean if I find the right one, I'll stick with her and if things work out...wait a second! Commitments are not for me!" He turns his back away from the knight in embarresment. He almost admitted that he might be willing to marry some day and this does not sit well with him, especaially in the presence of women. He asks the room "So who beleives this 'folk lore'?"

[Razor ] Kesyn: *She looks towards the Elvin male. "According to lure, the exilar is blessed water, something the Knight here knows much about I am sure. It is rumored to have the ability to any illness, restore sight to the blind, regrow lost limbs, and even restore the dead to life"

[Razor ] Kesyn: *to cure any illness

Wolftooth lets forth a low and thoughful rumble for a moment, eyes narrowing in contemplation. "The legend involves a unicorn. Perhaps the elixir has such powers. Light. Purity. Healing."

Ticker chirps slightly at Devlins remark. Almost positively. He glances at Kesyn when she explains the workings of said Elixir and places a clawed hand under what would go for his chin. Thinking slightly. He then shrugs and re-settles in the rafters. Alittle more interest shown in the discussion.

[Wolftooth ] The elven warrior's eyes go wide at this new knowledge offered by Kesyn. " Any illness?!" Halyad seems to consider this at much length. "If such an elixir exists, perhaps it could be used to cure lady Syldah!" A shred of hope now lights in Halyad's eyes, and a smile graces his face.

[Kaelie ] "Do They happen to mention any danger in obtaining this Elixir ?"

Dunithenail appears to sigh softly, so often he's mistaken for a cleric, when all he truly is is a warrior, sworn to destroy evil. he's curious though as to why a man who holds such hate for a knight of Good would want such an elixir. Perhaps the answer will come in time. he turns to The elven Warrior a moment "Tell me of the Lady Syldah." He will risk his life for her, possibly and needs reassurance that she is worthy. If this elixir were easy to obtain, it would have been done by now and certainly wouldnt be worth that much gold

[Wolftooth ] The elven warrior quickly begins explaining the illness to those around who are listening. High fever, disorientation, and frequent bouts of hideous laughter. Indeed it is the disease known as 'the shrieks,' and more commonly as cackle fever. He also goes into some detail about her parents, and the house of Ranil, it being a most virtuous and prestigious house which has given birth to many a good and kind leader among the elven people.

Wolftooth grunts at Kaelie's question. "Perhaps. Most legends involve danger. I would expect this elixir to be ... protected."

[Wolftooth ] The bartender, all this time, has been polishing the same mug for perhaps a bit longer than was necessary, his eyes cast down on the surface of the bar.

Razor 's connection belched and hse had to reboot

Ticker remains curled up in rafters. Doing nothing more then watching the 'group' and listening to the conversation.

Kaelie gives the bartender a notable look before returning her gaze to Wolftooth, "I don't suppose there's any hints at what might be protecting it?" She hated being so prudent in her questions, but it would only help if she decided she was going to risk her skin in this venture.

Dunithenail is silent and unmoving a moment before he speaks, his rich melodic voice given timbre by his helmet "I will visit the Lady Syldah. If it comes to pass that she is well by my actions or by my assistance, my order will be more readily accepted in you homeland."Adressed to the Elven warriors and half phrased as a request and half as a demand. He will make no direct demands, but if he can get some advantage from it for his order then he will. And the elven lands tend to be wary of outsiders, he'd like tha chance to get his order more accepted there. The money, if any somes, will be useful, but isnt his major purpose

Wolftooth continues to speak in his deep voice. "The forest beyond the valley is very old. They say spirits of nature dwell there. And orcs dwell in the valley, in caves. Or so I have heard."

[Razor ] Kesyn: *she cant supress a small shudder at the mention of caves, definately not her fortae.

[Wolftooth ] The elven warrior speaks now, loud enough for the group to hear him. "If any of you can cure Lady Syldah, by any means ... I am sure you would be rewarded ..." Halyad's face falls slightly at this point. "Well, I doubt that any of our troup possesses the kind of money that Darkan mentioned earlier, but it would still be quite a sum I am sure."

Kaelie nods quietly. A druid might actually be handy.. to bad they don't frequent taverns.. She nearly laughs at the thought, and waits to see if anyone else wants to take the initiative in this before making any decisive move.

Ticker glances between the Efl and Dunith. His head turning and tilting slightly as he goes back and forth between them. He notes Kae and her ...worthy concerns and Wolf's almsot ....brushoff of danger that might be faced. He ponders slightly over the whole situation before nodding to himself. though over what, is somewhat hard to tell.

Ticker cant even spell 'e-l-f' ...go him, -_-

[Ticker ] (gah, and *almost ...damnit, -_-)

Dunithenail has already named his chief price, any money that may come will come in handy but inst necessary. His voice booms out "I quest for the elixir, any who wish to quest with me will find me outside in ten minutes." Their choice whether they come or not, it doenst bother him overmuch either way. he'll go alone if need be. Orcs being in teh area is just one more incentive for him to go. They are one of the Evil Races and are to be hunted at every chance

[Razor ] Kesyn: *she finishes off her wine that was finally brought to her that Devlin bought. She continues to watch the Knight and listen to his words. That the elixar might come in handy for herself or her companion has occured to her and since the local lure didnt state weither there was a limit to it or nae..it wouldnt hurt. "My companion and I shall accompany you good Sir." Her manors as always impeciable. "Though I must insist that we await her return before departing. Likely as not she has gone to secure her own meal in the forest yonder and shall return shortly."

Dunithenail nods to Kesyn "Forgive, me, Lady, my fervour takes me in it's grasp again. We leave upon the Lady's companion's return. I will visit the lady Syldah." He offered his humble assistance and even if it merely lightens her fever it will not be a wasted visit. He's not holding out much hope though, his healing abilities are somewhat limited

Wolftooth gives the knight a curious look, then falls to pondering himself. A few seconds later, the rest of his drink is haphazardly tossed down his gullet. Some coins are fished for and placed upon the counter, along with the now empty mug. Wolftooth wipes the dribble away from his ugly much with the back of his sleeve, striding out after the knight, to whom he quickly approaches. "I will join you," he says. No further explanation is given than that.

Kaelie smiles quietly, nods, and says quite simply, "I'm in."

[Wolftooth ] The elven warrior simply smiles, his eyes twinkling. "God speed, sir knight," he says, raising his drink before taking a pleasant sip. "And good luck. I shall look after the Lady until your return."

Devlin_Davenport states "I'm in"

[Razor ] Kesyn: *her hearts all a flutter at his words to her, unable to keep the pleasign smile from turning up her lips as she looks upon his helmed visage with more interest. She doesnt rise from her place, merely waiting there for Razors return as she knows that the feline dispises having to track her down when its not necessary to do so

Kaelie can't help the arched brow as she looks at Devlin, "Hmm.. An echo."

Dunithenail looks at the elven warrior expectantly, he's not about to simply walk into he lady's chambers and attempt to heal her and isnt sure if his offer is still wanted with the promise of the elixir. Perhaps the Elf thinks it's unnecessary now

[Ticker ] (*is sorry, he had to run out and see what his mutts were barking at, he's back now, -_- )

[Wolftooth ] The elven warrior sets some coin down on the counter for the bartender, with a little extra thrown in, before standing and exiting the pub after the rest. "I shall go and check on Lady Syldah's condition now. Those who wish to offer aid would do well to accompany me." He starts walking toward the inn, each step made with pride.

Kaelie leaves a few coppers on the bar and follows the elven warrior. She wasn't entirely sure which offer she'll take in the end, but it never hurt to look like she wanted the honor of saving an elven lady.

[Razor ] Kesyn: *she sighs, apparently there is little hope for waiting for Razor to return, like as not she's going to have to deal with the cats temperment for being made to play catch- up with them. She picks up her own belongings and after a second throught, the oddly shaped saddle bags with the short sword resting in its specially made holder, making a big show of having some difficulty with it.

Dunithenail walks out the door, striding purposefully,. his shield is already on his back, apparently his order believes in being prepared at all times. He's silent as he follows the elf, perhaps meditating on the attempt to come, probably futile, but it will be made anyway> With some luck he can ease her condition a little before they quest

Ticker drops from the rafters and spreads his arms, which ends up setting him down in a gently glide to the floor and off to the side of the group. He glances them over a few times before moving up to them, but still making sure to stay a few feet away. ...Enough to show an interest in their activity, and far enough to leave him a little room to flee if the situation calls for it.

[Wolftooth ] The elven warrior, Halyad, makes his way through the streets toward the inn, reaching it shortly. Wolftooth follows after silently, fighting between hiding underneath his hood and looking out to inspect his soon-to-be company, appraising each one as best he can.

[Wolftooth ] As Ticker emerges out in public, a few screams are heard nearby, villagers turning away and fleeing his presence. Shortly afterward, similar screams are heard coming from the inn, people running out and away from something. ((They spotted Razor.)) At all of this, Halyad frantically quickens his pace, hand moving to the hilt of the scimitar at his side just in case.

[Razor ] Kesyn: *She has to stop herself from stamping her foot in vexation at the expected offer to help comming from the Knight never comes. She ends up shouldering the saddle bags, heading out after them with quick efficent steps. At the sound of the screams she mutters something close to a curse

Dunithenail is enigmatic, encased from head to toe in metal, the only indication that he's not some form of animated armour are his vibrant eyes, shining with the zeal and fervour that positively radiates off him as an aura of Good and justice.| He's a noble warrior through and through, his whole life dedicated to his cause. He walks steadily, but at the sound of the screams his hands move, one moving to reach for his shield, the other for his sword, still completely silent. All quiet efficiency is this knight, except when roused on the issue of religion

Kaelie drops back a little at the first sign of trouble. She figures it'd give her a little more time to asses what she needs to do. Be it join the fray or stay far enough away to be at a relativly safe distance.

Wolftooth glances sidelong to Kesyn for a moment, then drops back to reach her. Without a word, he would reach over to place a hand underneath the base of the saddle-bags and press up, lightening the load substantially. If that were successful, he would simply try to take the saddlebags entirely upon his shoulders.

Razor Kesyn: moves with casual grace right down the center of the street, bold as brass. She doesnt chase the fleeing people, actually secretly finding it rather amusing. She takes her time approaching the group headed that way, being met by Kesyn's scowling face. She merely moves through them as though unmindfull of the commotion she caused, not stopping until she reaches Kesyns side and walks around her legs. Kesyn responds by dropping the saddle bags onto her shoulders with more force then necessary, muttering something for the felines ears alone before moveing after the others. "Sorry about that. She's harmless...really."

Razor Kesyn: really needs to wait or not make such long posts.

[Razor ] Kesyn: *she'll smile kindly at Wolf for his assistance, then only take them back and drop them on Razor

[Wolftooth ] Halyad seems to pause as he sees the source of the trouble ... a large, shadowy looking sort of cat. He simply closes his eyes and shakes his head, muttering something in elven before continuing into the inn.

Ticker follows along at a slightly slower pace. Wiether this is him just staying out of range or not, is hard to tell. He smirk slightly at the screams and yells, he ponders going off and chasing a few villagers. ...Just to. ...He quietly laughs to himself, which end up sounds like an odd series of chips and cheeps to anyone close enough to hear.

[Wolftooth ] ((Okay, we're down two players now, and this was only supposed to go until 3 am (6 am eastern time). Perhaps we should stop here.))

Dunithenail 's blade is half out of it's sheathe before he recognises the source of the commotion. It drops back a moment later as he makes his little cross with his hands again "Bless you, Daughter for your exhuberance and playfulness." trying to look on the bright side, certainly, at least it wasnt anything serious

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