Ohren wakes up in a strange location. He looks around and then down at his hands. The gnome seems very confused as he stands up and takes in his surroundings. He makes his way to the tavern, extremely confused and disoriented. He walks in and looks up at one of the stools, he climbs up and sits down before ordering a drink.
"Wasd it all a dream? Who is I? Where is I?"
He lays his head down on the bar, his head hurting from all of the thinking.
The tiny voice of Kollista Nightbayne could be heard from just outside the unfamiliar tavern, with occasional grunts or bleats coming in response. "Where does you thinks we are, Mirvana? Yeah. I think we need to be careful about where we naps. .... No, no. I wants you to come inside. I don't wants to lose you incase crazy things happen again."
A giggle. "Crazy." Another giggle. "I was crazy once. They locked me in a big white room. I died there. So they buried me. I was eaten by worms. Ewww. I don't like worms. Worms are crazy...." An audible, animalistic, sigh-like huff came from her companion, which, as she opened the door of the establishment, was seen to be a large mountain goat.
A fae can be heard coming through the doors of the tavern"I'm sure if anyone is alive they will be here and figure out where we are?"
Upon entering the tavern he immediately recognizes 2 familiar faces and sighs heavily that others made it out. While seeing his fellow comrades was a relief he quickly sets out to find the tavern barkeep to answer his questions.
A slender figure of what seemed to be a man sat in the corner with his feet propped up upon the table. A good view of his face was blocked by the silver mirror with 2 gems that he stared into. He let out a small giggle as he lightly stroked his own face. The sound of the confused newcomers caught his attention as they began entering into the door. "You'd think sailors would know they're way around here by now," he whispered to himself, letting out a little chuckle to himself. He dropped his mirror just enough to see these newcomers and to reveal a pattern of stitches that spanned across his forehead and around a single Black ringed eye.
Ohren looks around and flags down the bartender.
"Scuse me... I has a few queshens for you... Does you knowed who I is, Where I is, or what I is? Also does you has a booster seat?"
Ohren was about eye level with the bar as he sat there.
"My head feel all swishy and swashy... does you has somefing to fixing dis?"
He then rests his hands on the bar and sighs, laying his head on the back of his hands.
Noticing Ohren has found a local Cormac makes his way to the seat next t him at the bar. "Have you gottenany answers my friend?"
The fae then turns towards te unknown Riven and begins deciding what kind of lot we will be dealing with in this town. Deciding knowledge outweigs risk, he shouts over "Hey you know what this place is called?"
A rather tall dwarven woman sidles down behind the bar carrying a tray full of ale mugs. She sploshes them on the bar and swears heavily, saying "Aye! Ohren ye' never change, no matter what ye look like. What brings ye to Rica, here in my bar? Welcome to ye and yer friends. How'd ye get here? I've been hearin' travel's been a mess, I have! None the less, this be me bar, The Shady Lady! Dirty dark corners be here!" The familiar barkeep shows her hands splayed wide and begins to explain there surroundings.
The bar stands about 20 feet long, with rickety stools in front and massive Keg's behind. There are two doors labeled "Twin Beards Here" and "The Less Fortunate There". There are various races milling about at tables, some eatinng, and some drinking. The barkeep then says "What can I get che' Ohren Bear Not so Bear Anymore?"
Ohren blinks a little bit. Was this the dwarf from his dream world or did she just make her way into his dreams. She seemed to know of his druidic powers that he once held, maybe it wasnt such a dream afterall. He narrows his eyes at her.
"What does I usually drink?"
It was a test, maybe it was real, maybe it wasn't.
As Pelle was about to answer the fairy, the barkeep comes out to adress the newcomers. He gestures in her direction. "And there you have it. But if you've been in one tavern in Rica, you've more or less been in all of them," he replied. The riven gave himself a slight chuckle at his little quip.
As the man speaks, the barkeep shouts loudly and spills a mug of ale into his lap. "Ye best be watchin' yer mouth in me' fine establishment traveller." She then turns to Ohren.
"It's Holly, Ohren. Hollysaadi Soulaxe? Ye drink the blood of yer enemies! Rather yer eminies as ye'd call them. I'm fresh outta yer' enemies, lessen' ye'd like ta take a stab at that one" Holly says as she points to the offending man. "Ye don't seem so ok. How'd ye get here?"
Ohren scratches his head.
"Hrmmm... I thoughted dat was you... I was just checkin..."
He shifts around on the chair and strokes his chin a bit.
"No blood of my eminies... so I gues I takes a somefin tastey."
Ohren thinks a bit.
"I doesnt really knowd how we getted her. I thoughted we was in Jasrey but den we wased here and den I was here and den I dont know... I need somfin strong... Does you has any alco-frogs?"
The riven offes little help to what he was seeking ad seeing as Ohren and the Barkeep have some getting caught up to do he nudges Ohren.
"I'm gonna go check out the market I saw coming into here I'll check back later to see if anyone has foun more answers."
Cormac then grabs his few belongings an heads out the door of The Shady Lady.
From outside the bar, the sounds of wood breaking and loud slashes echo into the building. Each splash is followed by a loud pop, and then a solid thump. Two of three smaller thumps later, a sound akin to a ship striking rocks is immediately followed by another big splash. The delay between the complaints of rotten wood and the brutalized water grow as the event goes on, implying that something is falling farther and farther each time.
Soon enough, a man of stone, steel, and seaweed stands in the doorway. The ocean vacates his frame along with a plethora of critters which skitter into the tavern. The golem's head is shrouded with steam, as the water on his head and shoulders sizzles off the apparently heated stone. It goes to take a step, only to be twarted by a crabpot that encased it's right foot. With no effort to brace itself for the fall, the golem faceplants into the tavern's floor.
"Sounds like you were involuntarily drafted into a man's crew. Would'nt be the first sad soul I've seen bent over his drink from it," he said, ignoring the dwarven womans remarks. He dropped his feet from the table. "Would you be so kind as to bring me a fresh ale?" he asked Holly.
As the commotion of the taverns comings and goings, a window is swung open. In through the window climbs Leofrick in his usual robes and armor. "Time for a drink I guess." Walking over to a dim corner as usual, his places himself in a chair watching the crowd as they pass by.
Rica, huh? Well... This is interesting... Scurrying to the bar, goat by herside, Kollista pops up beside Ohren and looks from him to the Dwarf that called herself Holly, "Did someone say alco-frogs? That sounds amaaazing! Hi there, Miss Holly, ma'am. I'm Kollista, and if you have those things he was talking about, can I try one too, pleaaaase?"
She pauses as she clambers on to a stool, Mirvana dutifully laying down beside her, "Wait a minutes. Ohrenburr? Is that you? Why are you not an Angori no more?"
It was then, as the fae left the Shady Lady, that she noticed the tall, thin, sewn-together looking fellow, Rune, and Leofrick. Grinning first at the large stone construct, she waved, "Hiiii Rune!!!" Just as loudly, she addressed the former Uordeq halfbreed, "Heey!! You're here too, Leofrick!!! Is everybody heres now?" Her eyes grew wide as saucers when she turned her head to the last of them. The tall, stranger who looked like one of her non-animal attempts at dollies. "What are you? And how do I getted one?"
"Well aren't you an excitable one," Pelle said to the wide-eyed gnome. "I am a Pelle, and it is true I am quite a beautiful sight. But, sadly, there are only one of me and I hold claim." The riven produced a wide smile, stretching the stitches at the corners of his mouth. "And what is it that I should call you, little one?"
"I see... Oh well." The Gnomeling mused, looking up at the Riven. She grinned broadly, "My name is Kollista Lilith Nightbayne and I'm a journey ranked Gnome! I even gotted a new hat, see?!" She tugged emphatically at the large purple and black witch's hat atop her head. "You can call me Kolli, though. Most people do."
She glanced back at Leofrick, "Yep yep. I just wish I knew how!"
The riven briefly glances over to the golem that still laid motionless on the floor. "So, Kolli. Tell me what it is that brings you and your friends to the likes of Rica? I doubt it's to visit this Shady Lady, though I hear the mutton is to die for" Leaned back in his seat, smiling again from his quip.
The Golem removes its foot from the wooden crabpot. He then strides across the room, taking not of those who gathered, to stand near Kollista. Towering over the small gnome, it utters a single word in response to her earlier greeting; "Hello." The golem stands completely still as a crab makes its way up Rune's chest, around it's neck, and to the top of the golem's head. There, it raises itsself higher can clacks its claws at the surrounding patrons, as if it had claimed this rock as it's own.
"Well, Mr. Pelle. I'm not sure about everyone else, but I was in the woods outside of the town called Jastrey, taking a nap with Mirvana," She reached down to pat the goat's head, nearly falling from the stool in the process, though with a little nudge from her furry compainion she was able to right herself. "Then when I woke up, we were on the beach here."
Kolli turned to smile up at Rune, "I'm glad to sees you're here safes too... Do you know what happened?"
As soons as the first crab is blasted off the top of Rune's head, two more crawl from under Rune's robes. Around his neck and up to the crown of his head they go. Claws raised, they circle around Rune's head in a dance of dominance. Seemingly unphased, the golem looks down at the gnome and simply replies, "I do not."
"That's not very nice." She giggled at Pelle, not sounding at all bothered. The sound of hoof-like steps caught Kollista's attention and her head swung to the door in perfect synch with Mirvana. What she saw made her jaw drop, "Mirvana! Can goats and people have babies together?! IT'S SO FUZZY!!! Look at it's little horns!!! Cuuuuuuuuuuteee!!!"
A short monkey, some may recognize her as Scumbelle, others just saw a monkey, walked into the Tavern, on her legs, eyes wide open and full of curiousity. In her hands were a green and yellow hued bunch of bananas, pressed tightly to her fuzzy chest. She looked around in the tavern. In the middle of the room she spied a 'statue', perfect for climbing on to see if she could find any of her precious 'yellows', as she called them. With great monkey like agility, she got to the top of the statue, brushing off the crab that was claiming victory atop the statues head, now proclaiming it as her own.
While the crabs where far to light to be noticed by Rune, the banana laden monkey was anything but light. Seeing his crab 'friend' fall to the ground, the golem willed his eyes and runes to glow. "What is on my head?" said the golem, an unheard of level of irritation present in his voice. Stone grinds and steel groans as a stone hand goes to remove the weight that sits upon his head.
Scumbelle heard the noise and actually felt the statue move. She curled her tail around her, the bell at the end jingled as she did, realizing a hand was coming towards her. She quickly jumped on to the stone hand that approached her, screeching loadly in protest, generally getting the idea that it was meaning to remove her. "Oo-Oo!" She shrieked, hanging on with one arm hugging her bananas tightly and the other wrapped around his forearm. "The statue, it moves!" She cried, still in her monkey form.
The golem shied away from the screeching, the magic that lights it's eyes flickering briefly. When the weight shifted to it's forearm, the golem brought the limb around so he could see the creature. "A monkey," the golem's lights narrowed for a second before continuing, "...with bananas. I am not a statue. I am a Golem. Why do you speak?"
"I speak because I can?" She replied in a sassy manner, clinging to her yellows. "What are bananas? Theres are my yellows and I'm looking for more." She looked at his face, to forearm, to torso, to face again. "You're made out of all the stuff to be a statue, but you glow. So you're a glowing, talking statue!" She had completely ignored the fact that he had just called himself a Golem, and was going to go with glowing, talking statue. "I was sitting on top of your head to see if any of these peasants have yellows that they will gift so graciously to Scumbelle." She said with a air of righteousness.
Kollista watches the scene with slight amusement, temporarily drawn from the sight of the goat-man. She observes the monkey and listens to the conversation between Rune and the fuzzy creature just enough to draw, what she felt, was a relatively simple conclusion, "The monkey is a druid!!! And adorable! HI MISS SCUMBELLE MONKEY!"
At the end of the bar sat a fae with black and violet wings, the pair of which were lazily opening and closing. Raena was nursing a drink and contemplating her next move, her next location. Average evening for her, except for the added flavor of keeping her ears pricked for anything unusual. Just as she was beginning to wonder who to ask or where to pry for the information she wanted, a rag tag group of stragglers came wandering into the tavern, one gnome who had no notion of where he'd come from--ah, that sounded most familiar--another gnome came in dragging a goat behind her, and a golem stomped in, seemingly from the sea itself. Raena remained where she was for a moment, observing, listening, until a faun and a monkey joined the group.
Her violet eyes gleamed with interest, and she flitted up from her seat, her booted feet not quite touching the ground as she drew close to the crew. She tilted her head to the side as she drifted around them, something a bit off in her eyes. "Where do you come from, you lost little things?" She asked, an eery smile on her face.
Still chilling a top the giant talking and glowing statue, Scumbelle noticed a fae flutter in the direction of the group, and being how she is, she quickly decided she'd talk for the group in its entirety.
"Scumbelle is not a little thing." She started with, stomping her foot down and giving the fae a slight glare. "And we do not just... Tell people things, Scumbelle requires homage by gifts before giving out information about things." She then raised her bunch of bananas up slightly, as to gesture to them. "I, Scumbelle, require more of my yellows from the purpley fae before she talks for the group." Bringing the yellows back into her embrace, she slumped back down a bit and nodded once, feeling that she said her piece.
Pelle began to giggle as he watched the monky flail about, demanding homage for in the form of bananas. "If I may save you the trouble, Mrs. Fae, but if what little Kollista here says is true, then they come from a Jaztory, I believe it was called? And from the sounds of it, it was pretty sudden as she was still finishing her nap," he said, tusseling the hat that was sitting on the gnomes head. "Of course, if you'd rather question the monkey, by all means." He offered a kind smile as he sat back in his chair.
Her brows, purple to match her hair, lifted up near her hairline when the monkey addressed her, rude thing though it was. The expression on her face is one an adult might pay an annoying brat--frozen in annoyance. "Scumbelle? Unfortunate name." She murmurs, her eyes darting from head to toe on the monkey. "Fitting."
Just as she was about to acknowledge the rude demands the monkey had made, the riven spoke, and her eyes gleamed once more as they landed on him. The creation could use a few corrections, but overall the workmanship on him was well done. Her fingers itched, so she clasped her hands behind her back. "Jaztory?" Her head tilted once more. "What an odd name..." Her voice trailed off. "And no idea as to what brought you all here?"
Scumbelle glared over at the weird flamboyant man creation with the odd eye, giving away her precious information to a fae that seemed about willing to give her a large supply of yellows. Contemplating on throwing a leather yellow peel at him, she decided not to, mostly because it'd be a waste of a perfectly good yellow.
As a handful of Jastrey's citizens chatted in ignorance of the reason they had all ended up on an entirely different shard, a cloaked figure entered the tavern. Though the hood of the thin, black cloak shaded most of the figure's face, slender shoulders and stature short for anything larger than a halfing suggested a female. She passed by and perched a few seats away from the others, quietly requesting a glass of red wine.
Of course Binx's first stop upon reaching the village had been to find a cloak. Far too much sun on the coast for her tastes. Thin, pale fingers retrieved a small bottle from the pouch at her hip, a glass skull filled with something so red it was nearly black. She rested both hands over it on the bartop, waiting for the dwarf woman to serve her.
At the site of the female Uordeq quietly requesting requesting a glass of wine, Holly stops in her tracks. She turns to face the woman, then reaches behind her to take a bottle of wine off the rack, never removing her gaze from the Uordeq. Taking a glass from the rack above her, she spits into the glass and then begins polishing it with her beard.
Holly sets the glass in front of the woman, then un-corks the bottle. A smell that can only be defined as Sour Milk and week old battle socks wafts through the air towards the woman. The label reads "SmellyHoot." An image on the label appears to be that of a dwarven woman standing atop a mound of Uordeq heads, battle axe gleaming in the sun.
Holly pours the thick brown liquid into the glass, slides it to the woman, along with a slip of paper that reads "Mind yer tounge or the wine won't be the only SmellyHoot on special." Holly adjusts her kilt and continues to serve the other patrons.
The particular accent of the bearded woman as she spoke to the others caught the attention of the alleged "hoot." It was familiar and for some reason, brought the word trashy to mind. Binx realized she knew that accent and the leg that went with it. One hand left the bottle she held to lower the hood, revealing the red hair and dark-rimmed yellow eyes. Her mask rested down around her throat. The sickly pale Uordeq eyed the dwarf for a moment, her expression carefully neutral as she confirmed the bar wench's identity. Without a word, she eventually lowered her eyes to the less than appetizing glass. She finally poured off a bit of the skull bottle's contents into the brownish drink and returned it to it's pouch.
She swirled her drink once and then downed it's contents without any further hesitation. Setting the empty glass down, she delicately touched both corners of her lips to ensure there was no residue of the foul drink. She eyed the woman again before standing and pulling the hood up to hide her face once more.
"Thank you, Holly...i'm sure Glimmer and Talkinn would admire your hospitality."
"Aye, they ought to, those two. Tis' that Keg I need ta be seein'. Bearded Bumbler still owes me some coin for....well. That's between he and me I suppose," Holly says with her back turned to the Uordeq.
Holly continues down the bar asking each of the newly lost patrons if they would like another drink or a bite to eat. "Iff'n any of ye be needin' anything, best be letting me know now. Otherwise, I might suggest talking to the chicken over at the Library. Mr. Ibis is a fidgety lot, but he knows things and might can help ye figure out how you landed here. Can't be drinkin' yer troubles away, lest yer a dwarf. Only works one way."
Raena, about to abandon the party as they seemed to have no further information to offer her, found her eye caught by the cloaked figure that entered the bar just that same minute. Violet eyes narrowing at the Uordeq once she saw its eyes--yellow, that seemed familiar to her for some reason. Not the uordeq herself, just the eyes...
She kept her ears tuned towards the Uordeq, overhearing the briefest of words from she and the barmaid, glancing over when the Uordeq lowered her hood--silly thing to wear, it was too hot for a hood, too hot for a cloak, and meshed poorly with the revealing nature of the Uordeq's outfit, though that at least fit with Rica. It was the flash of a dark--was that red? Brown? Black?--flask which the Uordeq poured into her glass that jolted Raena. More alcohol, no doubt, was all that it had been. Something to ease the taste of Holly's beverage, which was more unappteizing than not the majority of the time.
She flitted briefly towards the Uordeq then back towards the lost ones, curiosity pulling at her. She turned her pale, darkly lined face, to one than the other, the frustration clear in her violet eyes before she finally flitted over. "Whooo are youuuu?" She sang at the woman, eager for more information. "I've not seen you in the bar before, but you seem to know Holly just so well." She pointed out, hands on her hips, just above her tutu, as she continued to hover just above the floor.
Pelle stood up from his seat. "I must leave now, Mrs. Kolli. Perhaps we'll see eachother again during your visit," he said with a light smile upon his lips. The riven retrieved his mirror from the table, taking a moment to admire his reflection, before stepping out into the hot Rican sun.
Though it was not the response she expected from Holly, Binx had to hide the slight snicker that came with the implications. She was in the process of pulling her mask over the bottom half of her face in preparation to leave when the fae approached her. The Uordeq that had been spit from the void and into the bright sun saw the other woman more as a gnat buzzing too loudly in her direction in that moment. Her pupil's were pinpricks in a sea of amber as she lifted her head to stare down this unfamiliar woman from the opening between her mask and hood. Her lips had drawn away from her teeth behind the fabric that hid her nose and mouth in irritation, but her soft, accented words came as flatly as ever.
"Who wants to know?"
"Bye, Mr. Pelle!" Kollista nodded. Her voice changed a little, seeming to mature a couple decades, and her gaze sharpened as she eyed Binx, Scumbelle, Holly, and the nosy, purple-winged fae, "I think I'm leaving too. It's getting a little... hostile in here. Bye Rune."
Scumbelle huffed from her nose as she watched the fairy turn away from her offer and go and talk to some hooded lady that she may have remembered seeing from Jastery. Still clinging to her yellows, she crossed her furry arms, wrapping her tail around the yellows, causing the bell at the end to chime. She cleared her throat before speaking.
"I guess you can tell the story." Still playing it off that she knew things. "But I still need to find more yellows." She said, petting the yellow green leather skin of her yellows.
Raena scowled at the Uordeq when it responded to her question with one of its own, though that quickly turned into a humoured grin--she enjoyed someone who was capable of sparring with her, rather than just answering and giving in all willy nilly. "Why, me, of course. Come now, sweetling, you must know something about all of this, yes? And a name, perhaps?" A flash of her white teeth followed, and she resisted the urge to flutter closer, to invade the Uordeq's space. Not the time, she reminded herself. The Uordeq might yet be more useful than just another play thing.
Though Binx didn't move her gaze from the flitting woman before her, the goblin caught her attention from her peripheral view. She recognized the monkey-esq green skin as well as Ohren. The void really must have brought everyone in Jastrey to this place...Forcing the small reminder of the darkness to the very back of her mind, her focus returned to the purple winged woman. The quick-change expression hadn't fooled her in the slightest. The fae wanted something from her. She shifted, defiantly placing a single hand on her hip. The light cloak fell back as she did so, revealing the black leather and metal armor beneath as well as the dagger strapped to her thigh. It was a display that brandished the Uordeq's lack of amusement as well as her weapons.
"Me is not a name."
The Fae rolled her eyes at the Uordeq's little display of power, not impressed in the slightest. Her fingertips itched again, to take, but she held herself back, mindful of where she was and her unfamiliarity with any of these strangers. "Oh, you are just the rudest little hoot, aren't you! I hope your mother never sees you again, for you're just so mean she'd probably die of shock!" She snapped, folding her arms under her chest for just a second before promptly getting over it. Raena spun so her back faced her, then flew so that she hovered just beside the Uordeq, winking one of her violet eyes at her. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." The words came out practically a purr, the smirk teasing her lips just a bit overconfident.
Binx didn't so much as blink at the brief tantrum the fae threw. She still didn't blink when the winged woman changed her mind and reapproached her. It wasn't until she had dared to get so close to the Uordeq that Binx slowly turned enough to look this intruder in the face. She slowly and deliberately let her eyes trail down to her throat and then down the rest of her just the same. She tilted her head ever so slightly as she brought those yellow hues back up to meet the fae's purple eyes. Even though most of her face was obscured, there was an invitation there, and it wasn't exactly friendly. "Binx." She answered this time, the typical apathy replaced with something darker.
Raena was no fool, she knew danger when she saw it. She was just never any good at walking away from it. Her smirk deepend when the Uordeq's eyes trailed down her body--yes, darling, she saw that pause at her throat, her heart beat skipped and thudded just a bit louder, adrenaline coursing through her veins. The girl just oozed predator. "See something you like?" She winked.
The smirk transformed into a charming smile. "Raena. Pleased to meet you, darling." Unable to help herself, she remained exactly as she was, practically giddy over the tension in the air.
The fabric over Binx's mouth served two purposes- hiding her own smirk, and protecting her from the fact that Raena now smelled like a meal. She turned to face her, leaving only a few sparse inches between the two women. The gleam behind her eyes slid away as her smirk began to fade, but her gaze did not waver. "Now, what do you want?" She asked, not unkindly, but the hint of flirtatiousness was gone.
Holly turns to Ohren and says "Quit yer jibberin' lad! Go out there a catch me some frogs and I'll be seein' what I can do with em' when you bring em' back ta me."
At the display between the Fae and the Smelly Hoot, Holly begins rolling up a few rolls of Parchment kept behind the bar. Once the roll is sufficient, she jumps atop the bar and down between the two ladies. Holly begins to swat at the Fae and say "Quit yer yippin' Raena! Yer such a damned Gnat! Stop talkin to the Smelly Hoot! We don't talk to her kind round here. You'll get pestulence! Disease! THE STENCH IS ON YE! I smells it I do!" Holly continues swatting at the Fae and chuckling all the while.
Quite disappointingly, Binx popped the bubble of tension, the excitement of the moment dying around them as Raena observed the dead eyes and the flat sentence. Ugh, so boring. Why couldn't anyone ever be any fun? She pouted, full lower lip sticking out, and batted her eyes playfully. "I just want to know how it is you got here, silly thing. Why are you such a spoil sport?" She asked with a dramatic sigh, though she was lucky to get those words out before the sound of Holly hopping up on the counter caught her attention. Her head jerked away from the Uordeq, a gleam of excitement in them once again, eager smile teasing the corners of her lips. Holly was fun.
She giggled when Holly admonished her for talking to the Uordeq, though her sharp violet eyes stayed on the rolled up paper all the while, anticipation building inside her. She leapt into the air when the first swat hit her squarely on her head, her laughter loud and following her around the tavern as she danced out of the dwarven woman's reach. "But Hollyyyyyyyyyy." She whined at her from up in the rafters. "I want to knowwwwwwww." Another pout from the violet fae, before she zoomed in to take her revenge--calling a fae a gnat was not nice, you know--all of the sudden very much in the woman's face, their noses barely an inch from each other. She gave two sharp tugs to the woman's beard before winking and somersaulting away from her. "You'll have to cleeeeaaaaaaan meeeeeeee." She calls, in response to the earlier comment that Holly could smell the disease on her. Now up in the air and safely out of reach of the woman, she twisted so that her back arched, knees bent so that her toes were quiet near her purple head, stuck one hand at either ear, and stuck her tongue out at the dwarf.
While the dwarf, fae, and urodeq were fighting, the runes on Rune's body began to glow. As the banter continued, the glowing runes spread fromthe docent in it's chest to the golem's arms and legs. Finally, Rune's 'lights' flash and it emits, "Into the Aether I go" and vanishes in a flash of blue light and disterbed air, leaving the monkey behind.
As Holly lashed out at Raena, Binx took a few steps back from the two of them before she was even able to considering answering the fae. She had no desire to pick a fight with the bearded barwoman, not now. Her steps carried her closer to Ohren and Scumbelle. Thinking about it, she didn't recall them being around when things had gotten ugly in the Nexus ruins and found herself wondering how much they knew about the situation. However, her immediate focus remained on the women mocking eachother.
One minute, Scumbelle was sitting, unconcerned on the head of the talking and glowing statue, but then, the statue started talking again and without much of a warning, found that she was standing on nothing and actually falling. She extended down her legs to break her fall, by which she quickly eased into her fall before shaking about and looking around, confused.
"Where'd the talking statue go? He was being useful to me." Scumbelle said aloud, mostly to herself, as she looked around the room, staying in the same spot, just turning about slowly. Seeing that she could not find him, she shrugged and looked up at the others, now feeling rather small.
The sounds of clanking metal, heavy footsteps, and grumbling curses preceeded Delvin into the tavern. He all but ignored the flitting fae and rambunctious Dwarven lass as he made his way to the bar, hefting the oversized greatsword from his shoulder onto the bartop. "So, Rica" he gave a little sigh. "Knew where I was soon as I woke, tasted the salt and smelled the whores all the way from the shore" he grumbled and spread his arms to either side "somebody undress me and see ter it that a pint o'ale find's it's blessed way ter me hand, iffins ye would". He stood therelike that until someone offered to help.
At the sound of armor clanking, Holly shifts her gaze to the shiny Dwarf that came in asking to be undressed. She smacks at the Fae one more time for good measure, before whistling loudly to get the bar's attention.
"Pardon me, lads and lasses. It seems ta' me a MAN has finally arrived speakin' the words of me own heart! Somebody help me. My leg. It's getting trashy and startin' to twitch!"
At that statement, Holly moves through the crowd with surprising speed to the new Dwarf, placing her hands at his kilt and beginning to tug. "I'll have ye' out of the infernal un-neccesarries in a hot forgin' minute! We can see ta the names later! I've been waitin' me whole life fer a dwarf like you. Sidlin' in here all shiny and the like. What can I do ye fer!" Holly's hands begin to tremble as she tugs at the kilt, and her scarred leg twists about, seemingly of it's own accord.
A brow quirked behind his helm as Holly went straight for the kilt, "now lass, I appreciate yer fervor but theres a time and a place fer this" he gave a deep chuckle as a hand moved to sweep down his kilt, "now the place is somewhere in the back there, and the time is after I get a bit'o'ale in me and I'm relieved of the burden o'this armor for a bit" his belly rolled with laughter, "I be thinkin' I'll need a full range o'motion to be handlin' a wily lass such as yerself, just need to rest fer a bit so I can give ye a real show" he snickered a bit.
Holly looks a bit flabergasted at the dwarf's suggestion of a proper time and place, as the time is always now and the place is always wherever she is, however she hustled behind the bar, motioning for him ti sit on an empty barstool.
"I'll get ye' some of me finest ale! Froma man named Jeb back in Jastrey. Ye' be with tha' rest of the crew that's come fallin' into town? Yer' in Quito, a place here on Exima within Rica." Holly pulls a frosted mugh froma loud contraption appearing to be a cooler of sorts, and taps a fresh keg for the shiny dwarf. She sets the ale on the bar, then bustles back out to stand behind him.
"Put yer' hands on the bar and suck in yer' guts! Names' Hollysaadi Soulxe, but ye can call me Holly fer shorts. I'll have ye out in no time!" Holly begins yanking and tugging at the straps, then pulls at the armor a bit tooe xcitedly, though managing to get it off in time. "Shee oooooooooooof! Ye smell like a man that could use a good rompin!" Holly's leg begins to twitch again as she says "Ye just drink up, big shiny beard, and we'll see about that place in the back. I've made good on yer' requests and I'd like the same in returb. Fall too long since a dwarf of such..." Holly eyes him up and down "...stature has croseed paths with me. Wait till I show ye' what the twin beards can do! Not many have persevered the twin beard! Are ye' up to the task?" Holly begins to sweat and fan herself impatiently, grabbing at her jingling leg wildly. "Fergive the leg' Got a mind of her own, she does. She's a might bit trashy with all the scars, but once I get her behind me' beard, she behaves better." Holly winks at the shiny dwarf and props her bearded face on her hands on the bar in front of him.
Delvin uttered a satisfied sigh as he was liberated from his armor, he did indeed smell like something though it was likely he was more in need of a shower than a roll in the hay. "Aye, I came from Jastrey, Jeb is good folk, makes good brew too. I dunnea if ye can lump me in with the rest of that crew though" he grumbled as he removed his helm and sat it carefully beside his giant blade. He went for the mug of ale and drained it to half in a few long and satisfying gulps, the froth of the ale clinging to his crimson beard.
"Quito, aye. First time in this little section of Rica, it's nice even if it's doomed" he gave another little sigh, "I should be gatherin' the chosen and formulatin' a plan, dun't sound as fun as losin' my troubles betwixt the thighs of a randy barmistress though" he gave her a playful wink before draining the mug completely and setting it down, his arm moving up to wipe the froth from his beard.
"Ye ain't met a Dwarf like me a'fore, an trust me, I might not be an Earthbreaker but I know how to plow, an I ain't afeared to be toilin' in the ditch either if ye know what I mean" Bushy brows waggled as he spoke, "I'm a new breed, got the nimble fingers of an Elf, the appetite of an Angori in musk, the corded muscle and lustrous beard of a dwarf, and the ingenuity and gadgets of a gnome. Ye think yer walkin' funny now, just ye wait" He nodded to his mug, " 'ow about another round a'fore we retire, eh lass?"
As the dwarf speaks, Holly's leg seems to jump at the height up several of his trashier words. She takes the mug, fills it back again, and places it back before the dwarf.
"So what's yer' name stranger? Or would this be a mysterious encounter? Do you know Keg Ironspur? Feller' owes me some coin. Got him so good he split right outta town like a wounded dog. He caught tha' feelins' and such. I'm a lass of no strings and lots of detachments. Got me bar and I make me own ways. Since yer' a travellin', you fit me bills right nicely. Count this one on the house laddy and drink up!"
Holly appears to lower her face in her hands again, placing her bearded face in them once more. Somehow, her foot and half her right leg appear to trail the edge of the bar top, as well. "Whenever ye' say, Shiny Beard."
Delvin gave a deep chuckle and nodded, "Aye, I know Keg. He's a fine Dwarf if I ever met one" He blinked at the twitching leg and gave another laugh, "got a mind'o'er own dunnit" he laughed and drained his glass in a hurry, down to the drop. "The name's Delvin, we met a ways back durin' the Talent show you an ol'Morrag held back'n Jastrey, lookin' fer suitable ruttin' partners I think ye were".
Delvin slapped his hands on the table and made to rise, gathering his things right after, "Lead the way lass, can't be leavin' things lyin' round. Too many sticky fingers for my likin'" he grinned and nodded to her as he slipped his helm back on and shouldered his axe, the bulk of his armor held beneath his free arm. If she moved infront of him to lead him towards the back he'd use the tip of his blade to lift her kilt and sneak a peek.
Though she did not say a word, Binx grimaced as the two bearded beings began to inspect eachother's kilt areas. She thought it best to take her leave before some forms of body hair were tangled. She left without goodbyes, or even so much as a second glance at anyone in the tavern, from Jastrey or otherwise.
Pouting when Holly doesn't keep playing with her--why did everyone have to stop playing, it was so unfair--and started teasing the dwarf, she drooped to the ground, her lower lip protruding as she stomped towards the exit. Maybe somewhere else there would be proper people to play with who wouldn't just suck the fun out of everything.
-moved to seperate post, cause i dunna wanna break the tavern floor yet-