After several drinks in the tavern Morzoth stands up and walks to the door. He starts to swat around his face and shout
"damn shadow imps."
He looks to the corner of the room he holds up his hand(8 fire, 8 fire, 8 fire). Blue flames shoot all across the tavern. He runs over to the wall as if to corner something he pulls a wand from his pouch and points towards the wall. "May Arimir's hammer weigh your soul!" (daze) then blue flames spout from the wand (7fire, 7fire). Morzoth then begins running around the tavern shooting at what seems to be invisible objects
" By my forge you too shall burn!" (2fire)
he repeats this over and over.
Taklinn falls from his stool as he Dodges a ball of flame flying past him, spilling his ale. As he regains his feet he yells to the Angori "Ye daft fool, ye made me spill me ale!!!!". No sooner than he gets the words out and he is Dips behind an overturned table. Taking in the scene about him, he then Ducks his head down and begins running for the bar area, choking on the smoke of the already burning tavern as he says "Not again" under his breath. He then Dives over the bar to take cover from more projectiles coming his way, igniting the bottles of libations behind the bar. He finally can be seen coming back out from behind the bar again, carrying what appears to be a large decanter, Dodging fireballs as he makes his way back towards the doors to make it outside away from the fray.
Cail had been walking towards the Shady Corners for sometime from the direction of the Farm, but just as he was about to enter, he heard the explosions and the sounds of the fireballs being thrown around the tavern. After Taklinn charges out of the tavern he runs in just as Morzoth says "Stop these monsters," and collapses to the floor. Cail does a quick look around and see's nothing. A scowl covers his face as the heat rises inside the building. He rushes over to Morzoth and grabbing an arm, Cail pulls him out of door that is still ajar, dragging him well away from the flames.
Finally coming to a stop Cail looks back at the Tavern and says with a great exhale, "What the hell happened in there?"
"Did you ki-... Kill what?! There was nothing there and now look what you've done," Cail said with a dark anger in his voice. He paused a moment, letting the anger subside into the flames reflected in his eyes. He then looked down at Morzoth and said, "I really hope your drinking problem hasn't killed anyone."
Morzoth stands and looks around at the small group that has gathered.
"well gentle men but real or not i know what i saw and it was not due to any drinking that may or may not have been partaken in. But i will say this if there were any beast they are deffinitly not getting out of there"
Morzoth hurls another giant blue fire ball at the tavern (8fire)
Morzoth stands and looks around at the small group that has gathered.
"well gentle men but real or not i know what i saw and it was not due to any drinking that may or may not have been partaken in. But i will say this if there were any beast they are deffinitly not getting out of there"
Morzoth hurls another giant blue fire ball at the tavern (8fire)
Cail watched stared as the fireball flew towards the already burning building. In a moment, as the magic hit the wood, his anger melted into stoic passivness, but just as soon as it melted away, a grin spread across Cail's face. A booming laugh escaped his lips and he said, "Well if anyone was in there, they've had time to get out so lets hurry up and finish the job. I may not be able to set it on fire, but I sure can blow it apart!"
White-blue energy started to glow in Cail's hands as he raised them to face palms open towards what was left of the tavern. "Dimlaahn ve un nureem, veight marcohn." (7 Spell) (7 Spell) (7 Spell)
Several winged creatures pour from the windows and doors of the burning and splintering tavern. The creatures stand at about two feet tall. They're jet black and have tiny horns protruding from their forehead. Gray and black clouds shadow seem to dance across their form. They run into the woods and disappear as the alcohol in the tavern ignites with a bang, blowing a hole in one side of the tavern. Fire begins to form around the support beams, compromising their integrity. As Cail blows away at the walls of the Tavern, the entire building emits a loud creak before collapsing in upon itself.
The smoke and dancing lights drew a cloaked figure from the woods that had been absent in Jastrey for quite some time. She stood back near the treeline, watching from beneath her hood as the tavern collapsed for the second time since she had arrived in Jastrey. As the small winged things bolted for the forest she moved behind a tree on silent feet, (hide) watching them go without trying to interfere. Once they had dissapeared, she peered out, watching the smoldering rubble and the group in front of it.
Taklinn watches the madness unfold, inspecting the decanter to ensure that it is not damaged and holding it like a child. As he watches the tavern fall in on itself, he shakes his head in disbelief and finally throws his helmet to the ground shouting "Sandstone!". Looking around at the gathering he shakes his head in disbelief and picks up his helmet, walking off mumbling "damned fool mages, ain't got the sense to control themselves and their own powers." until he reaches the Warrior's hall and enters without another word to anyone else.
"How about we beat them to death with blunt objects and crush their bones into dust beneath our feet… You know--like old times, Morzoth."
A familiar booming voice resinates from behind Morzoth coming from a massive cloaked figure who's face was veiled by the shadows of his hood… though the two massive horns protruding from his head and the tattoos on his torso made it more than obvious who it was.
"How's my mother?"
Nakigahara reaches behind him and draws an even larger, more intimidating blade than even his infamous mother.
Looking to Morzoth with a visible grin on his skeletal face beneath a new mask, "Shall we?"
A short gnome walks up to the crowd forming. He stares with wide eyes at the tavern and starts throwing a hissy fit. "NO NO NO NO NO I WANTED A STOUT! WHYYYYYYY!??!?!?!?!?" he says, crying out in agony. He looks at the group of war-ready angori, and says "Well! Lets get the jerks who did this! You'll have my wrench!" he says, drawing a glimmering green wrench from his side. He stands next to the large angori with the slightly smaller sword. "Well well there Mr. Thumper, you certainly are full of big and repulsive noises. I wouldn't let any of the other horny folks hear you saying that there word, you might just end up in the Thunderdome! Maybe you and Mr. Intimidating can make a good tag team" he says, with a smile. He wanders off to stare at the town post. His lottery flyers were doing well.
As the creatures flee the collapsing building, a surprised look crossed Cail's face.
"Well well well... I guess you were right, Morzoth. I guess we'll have to wait for the next time these 'Shadow Imps' come around in order to properly measure them."
As the hooded Nakigahara spoke, another smile overtook Cail's face and before turning to face the man Cail said, "I know that voice anywhere." As he turned he looked up into the shadowed face of the Angori and smiled even wider.
"Now to what do we owe the pleasure of seeing the great Angori, Nakigahara, return to Jastrey?"
"Thumper huh?" said Zwey with an annoyed grin, "So does that mean?" he slaps the flat of his blade in the palm of his off hand, "i should thump things right?" He offers the gnome a manic grin, one that says that he isnt above thumping things. Especially little things. He at this point noticed that everyone gathed had a reverence for the massive angori that held half a mountain of steel on his shoulder. "Reguardless of nick names, my name is Zwey Gurkha, pleased to meet all involved, but we really should start after the imps.
"I thought I smelled something burning," A familiar, thickly accented female voice drifted from a near by shadow, a small tone of amusement in it. She looks around the crowd, "What in the pit happened here?"
She turned to the unmistakeable, giant form of Nakigahara. Katri chuckled."The Vanquisher returns, with a sword to make Mother cower. How fitting. Welcome back Naki."
Just as the very last of the shadow imps disappeared over the trees, Akon's form emerged from the line of trees that surrounded the tavern. Hood drawn up around her face, she stopped next to the gathered crowd, watching the flames burn dully and crossing her arms over her chest.
"I didn't do it."
The hooded woman stepped from behind the tree, recognizing Morzoth's horns easily in the dark. She observed the slowly growing gathering from afar, listening in on the conversation. It wasn't difficult to put the pieces of what had happened together. A small sigh slipped from behind the mask covering her face as she began to wonder how long it would take to rebuild the tavern yet again.
As the imps quickly retreat, Nakigahara spikes his massive blade into the ground below. It pierces the soil and stands upright with an obnoxious clank. Looking upward and stroking his exposed mandible, Naki raises a skeletal brow beneath his mask.
"Well that's just no fun… Didn't I say not to let the tavern burn down again without me?" The Vanquisher chuckles, his laugh as unnerving as ever. He leans on his blade which was secure enough to hold his weight and turns to Cail.
"I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by for a visit. The fight on Angor is going more than well--so much blood… so much FUN!"
He turns his attention to Zwey, "A pleasure. I am the Magnificent Bastard Chief Nakigahara the Vanquisher--! Bur you may call me Naki for short. Everyone else does…"
Listening to Naki speak, Cail then says after he's finished, "Well then it looks like the 'welcome home drink' will have to wait until... well, you know." He then looks to the crowd that started to gather around and then to Akon as she also spoke.
"Like that is going to convince anyone," Cail said with a jesting smile in response to the woman's statement.
With a loud amused laugh at Akon's statement, Chataya joins the group. She shakes her head at the wreckage. "Again?", she asks, rhetorically. "At least it wasn't my Healer's Den. Again." She surveys the group for wounds, and seeing none, relaxes a bit and leans on her staff. "Soooo excited to rebuild the tavern again," she says sarcastically.
She grins and waves to her friend. "It is wonderful to see your face again, Naki. Welcome back."
Chataya glances at Leofrick. "Touchy today, aren't we, ourdeq? Let's not go throwing around accusations..." She takes a long, thoughtful look at Cail. "...Regardless of how... odd... some people may have been acting lately. We will figure things out. I believe we should start by finding out what those imps were doing here, and if anyone sent them."
Chataya walks up to stand quite close to Cail, her shoulder touching his arm companionably, a slight look of concern on her face, and watches the rubble burn.
Cail opened his mouth to address Chataya, but as soon as Leofrick spoke, he shut it and turned his head to face him, the smile completely gone from his face; it was replaced with a frown and slightly furrowed brow. Cail then spoke to the Uordeq in a slow, almost antagonizing voice, "I guess.... you never will."
He then looked to Chataya at his side and, removing the previous look from his face, replacing it with a stoic passivness, he said, "I, too, agree that we should seek out Glimmer in this situation. I think her skills would be of use."
Glimmer appears from behind the tavern with half burnt boxes in tow. Papers begin flying out of the box everywhere, and she can be heard cursing loudly in her old language. "Glimmer this...Glimmer that. He better just WAIT until the Queen hears about this! EVERY YEAR I TELL YOU! Stupid, inscolent imps. Mangy little beasts. No better than a boggart! Worse even! At least a boggart's got wings!" Glimmer stops in front of the croud and says "Yes Yes what is it? My postal station is gone and I have sensitive letters to do something with."
Rasiri stands far in the back of all of the ensuing chaos of people talking and the Tavern burning and he stares into the fire contemplativly. "Well Jastrey... The heros return and come together... I bet this town will be fine." Then he smiles sadly and dissapears into a black whisp.
Solas stumbles out of the tavern after Morzoth, his face appears more flushed then usual. His silvery white hair appears wild, unkept, and longer than standard for the seemingly young Empyrean. His blindfold is lopsided, and covers only one eye.
"OI!" He shouts, the smell of aged firewhiskey on his breath. "Did I hear something about shadow imps?" He looks around, pulling the blindfold up, revealing both eyes. They look wildly from Morzoth to the tavern. "What in the PIT did you just do?"