Venantium Tavern (Closed and complete. Part 2 is live!)

[HaJoeKen]

Ronin

While conversing with the red head and the child, Ronin took a quick glance around at some of the newer folks that have come to the tavern. "And yet even more people. This place sure is popular..." Ronin nodded, noting a man with a cane walking in from the front entrance. He seemed to be searching something, or someone in this ever growing crowd of diverse races and beings. Ronin also noted another presence that seemed human enough, even sporting seemingly human brown hair, and yet something about him/her/it seemed peculiar enough to not seem human at the same time. He merely glances towards them before returning his attention towards the woman and her daughter, while keeping an eye out on the newcomers of this bar.

music_slave189

Sanguis Vulnera

[Jevina Skold]

A man with shoulder length with hair and fox ears wearing a loose white shirt and a pair of loose slacks that were held up but a tightened belt around his waist. A long skinny fox tail swished behind him as he walked into the building with gentle bare foot steps. He moved like a mist through the front door and quickly found his own way around the people to an not being used spot at the bar and seated himself quietly as he began to solidify slowly. His blue eyes the iris's slits glanced around the new area he found himself in and thought it would suit him more than well enough. "I am here for what we can find." He said to the side as if talking to someone that should be there. To Vae the person was he spoke to was real.

[HaJoeKen]

Ronin

"And once again, another newcomer walks into the bar. Am I the only one noticing the new people walking in...?" Ronin thought as he spotted what appears to be a human with fox ears and a tail swiftly making his way inside the tavern and sitting himself down at a vacant table. "But then again, I guess everyone is busy right now...." The scarfed warrior's mind wandered off with fourth-wall shattering thoughts. He looked towards each of the newcomers, including the fox man and nodded towards each one with a slight, but friendly enough smile.

[ooc: sorry the post is so short. There isn't much Ronin would do other than notice new people walking in, since he's not exactly working here, and everyone else right now is busy lately x.x;; but anyway, welcome aboard, all of you who joined in recently ^^;; ]

music_slave189

Sanguis Vulnera

Jevina Skold

[Jevina Skold]

Vae smilked at Ronin and waved slowly at him as he became fully solid. "Hello." He called out across the room from his spot. He noticed that Ronin was the only one to take note of him. Slowly a demonic though not evil presence began to come from Vae's person. It was the nature of what he was at base. But it was a very weak presence so it wouldn't effect anything negatively. Just enough so that people could identify him as a demon of sorts. He was comfortable with his own minor aura around than with hiding it from people that he wished to know. "Yes I know it's about. Don't worry I'm sure people are friendly." He said looking to his side with a small sigh.

[lizardman ((mummyman3))]

The ebb and flow of magic, the tension in the air as the crackling of electricity prang to life. The cold chilling current that formed around a central point, fragments of light began to converge onto the central focal point. Condensing, tightening and crackling, the sphere of light that hovered just inches above the floor, the chilly air, the distinct magic resonant frequencies. All converging to a single point in time and space, as quickly as it started it ended, bursting to life in a red hue of fire and death a portal opened up against the far wall. Swirling the miasma of the outer band flowed like an endless river around itself, the event horizon black and cold, it was a disturbing portal but only one being with such anger and hatred really existed between realms. The species most rare in today's society and infrastructure, a species told only in legend and myth. The horizon moved making its own parting glance at the individual that stepped through, the one being most angry like a Klingon, but subtle and repressive like a Vulcan. A figure of green scales, leathery skin, the smell of burnt meat on his tongue and clothing, a stave as tall as he.

Grotham the unimaginable force of strength that flowed from him would put the most hardened human into a state of fear and regret. The force of power that flowed around his being like a twister that would never let up, his face holding no emotion, no real hatred, there was nothing but a stoic look. His red eyes scanning like a raptor eyeing its kill before the attack, he looked at the new faces, the new bodies, the smells and sights. He had not been gone long in this realm, but in another realm fifteen long years had passed, where as with Talon's realm it would have only been more like an hour or two. In that time he has lived alone, destitute, enraged, and cold, he has killed many and many have tried to nullify his existence with little to no avail.

Standing there in his spot he acted as though nothing had happened and so moved forth with life, walking towards the bar he passed the robots and scoffed at them. To him they were inferior, and nothing but the next gen.photo copier, he did not like machinery, especially machinery that talked and walked on its own accord. Reaching over the counter he grabbed a bottle of rum and uncapped it, taking a glass as well he poured the drink and downed it before going to down the entire bottle. No sound, no movement, just gravity, as he poured the liqour straight down his gullet, scars and.missing biological components along his neck made it almost impossible for the old dragon to swallow. Setting the bottle down mere moments after it was completely drained, he waved a hand through the air and with the infusion of fluctuating magic particles a small pipe appeared, packed to the absolute rim of the bowl with a certain substance.

The substance within.the pipe smelled of old dry hashish and fruit, but mostly contained tetrahydracannabinol or more commonly referred to as THC a substance found in a most peculiar plant known as cannabis or marijuana. He found the experience enjoyable on a stressful day, which was almost never for the dragon. Though the taste was less than desired for what he could conjure up though it was good, and helped him relax. It also helped him with various disabilities he had mostly minor but could be a problem in the future, it as well helped him control his anger and emotions by forcing him to just sit there doing nothing. He would mostly think while doing this, and as just such thoughts may be he did in fact dwell on those he has massively exterminated. He felt remorse and regret for what he did, he will admit though that had it not been for him discovering the medicinal properties of the small green plant he would not be the way he was now, docile, happy, and completely under control of his emotions. That was however preferable to him, to be alone in his corner of the bar smoking, thinking, and watching everyone else as they mingled about.

[HaJoeKen]

Ronin

Ronin turned his attention towards the fox man as he addressed the scarfed merc. "Yo" he replied back in a friendly and rather casual manner, giving him a two-fingered salute and half a smile curled on his lip on the right side of his face. Turns out this fox man was a demon of some sort, for Ronin sensed a somewhat tame demonic aura about him. Wearing a full grin on his face, Ronin turned to fully face the fox man and spoke. "Yeah, we're all friendly enough here. I'm not worried."

Shortly thereafter, a dark portal appeared from the far wall, and out came the dragon known as Grotham, who had left earlier this morning during breakfast. Ronin was just about to greet him as well, but something about the dragon, whether it was the stoic, rather cold look that made him seem less likely in a social mood, or the stench of burnt death about him. Either way, it seemed like he literally went through hell and back, so Ronin decided to just let him be for now and focused on the fox man and anyone else who wouldn't mind interacting with the mercenary.

music_slave189

Sanguis Vulnera

Jevina Skold

lizardman((mummyman3))

[lizardman ((mummyman3))]

The old dragon sat and watched everyone as they went about their business, he looked at Ronin and nodded at him, before waving his hand and procuring a different smoking implementation, a couple cigars formed in his hand along with a large jar filled with the pungent green plant he smoked upon. "Come sit with me both of you if you wish." He addressed the fox person as well. Taking a single cigar and.splitting down the middle length wise he reached in the jar and removed small amounts of the plant. Rubbing the substance between his fingers he crushed up the bud of the plant, then proceeded to sprinkle it along the now empty cigar wrap, as he did this he made sure not to drop anything on the floor. Next he took his claws and tucked the wrap into itself before rolling upwards with his fingers. It was a fairly simple process but it still took a minute or two, licking around the blunt he sealed it and using a low heat dried the blunt so it was nice and crisp and warm. Holding it to his face he lit the blunt with not his fire, but a lighter. To a human the blunt was as big as a thumb and that was pretty thick, inhaling on it the smoke filled his lungs and he choked as he tried to hold it in.

[Jevina Skold]

Vae turned slightly in his chair to acknowledge that Dragon Grotham before deciding it wasn't a worry to him. That is a pleasure to hear for you that I can be at home here. " He smiled and clasped his hands together for a moment focusing on the magic that began to swirl around him. He pulled apart slowly and sat down on the table a small simple ice rose bud. After it's creation Vae let the magic fad away leaving the rose bud to slowly thaw on the table top. His mind becoming detracted by the offer to join the other gentleman in the room.

Vae rose from his chair and spun on his heels to turn to the old Dragon. "Greeting unto you sir and may you enjoy the day you wish. I would join you but your pungent plant burns my nose slightly, so sadly I think I will join with the other person I am talking with unless he doesn't turn down your offer. In which case I will enjoy relaxing my own way alone." He said clearly before reaching behind himself and scooping up the rose bud.

[Sanguis Vulnera]

HaJoeKen

"You are...desperate...aren't you?"

The words are a sardonic drawl, fluctuating, stinted, jilted keys from a strung-out harp. It smiles with a wry twist of the lips, a motion that doesn't reach the hollow eyes that glint and smoulder beneath the bar's overhead lights. Splayed filaments of brown tissue, endless and sliding out of view as It shifts on the stool, retracting Its head from tense palms to rake a bony hand through already tousled strands of earthen brown.

"Are you lonely or...?"

It leaves the question open ended, but the blatant incredulous to an alternative culprit is stark in the quirk of the brow in the youthful face, edged with wariness and a bone deep lethargy that not even the cold barrel of a gun could cure. It eyes the warrior with a narrowing of a black-hole gaze, unwavering and distant, but not wholly assaulting.

[HaJoeKen]

Ronin

A grin curled upon Ronin's lips as the dragon invited him over. While he wouldn't mind accompanying him for the moment, he did not want to just leave the fox man by himself after just greeting him, for he did not want to be rude, even if the fox man replied to Grotham that he didn't mind being by his lonesome. "It's alright, big guy." He nodded towards the dragon. "I'll be here to accompany him here. But how have you been, though? Haven't seen you in, like, an hour or so?" But Ronin had no idea what the old dragon had gone through within that past few hours...

Just then, a strange voice caught his attention, asking if he was desperate. "Hmm?" He turned towards that strange being again, unsure of what it was supposed to be, but it seems to be communicating with him just fine. "Desperate? Far from it" Ronin shrugged casually, not in the least bit creeped out by this being. He simply nodded towards it with a smile. "Just simply kicking it is all..." When asked if lonely, Ronin simply laughed as he looked around at the rest of the folks in this bar. "Naww, just among bar goers is all like yourself...err, if you do go to bars often. What's up with you, dude?" Though aware it may have some kind of motive or deeper meaning to be asking such cryptic questions, it was kinda hard to sense its feelings and thoughts, for it was a rather peculiar being. He continued to wear that friendly grin and hopeful dark brown eyes as he scanned the bar and the rest of the folks he had been interacting with.

music_slave189

Sanguis Vulnera

Jevina Skold

lizardman((mummyman3))

Tiny_rel

[lizardman ((mummyman3))]

Grotham put a finger up to his chin, "When I disappear at times, do you often wonder what is happening? Or do you wonder where the portal leads?" He asked Ronin as he dragged on his stick, the smoke filling his lungs once more, the chemical travelling through blood and bone to reach the brain, there it clung to the pleasure center and motor skills receptors dulling his movements, thinning his oxygen, and bending his mind. The dragon simply smiled at Ronin when he posed this question, he was curious to see how a human actually reacted to it.

[Lorene Dairson]

Telepathy and alcohol did not mix. Certain circles, certain worlds, knew that; it was a saying as old and revered as "a stitch in time saves nine."

Going into a bar was not Lorene's style. He wasn't a tremendously powerful telepath, but he could still read minds--and more to the point, could still project his thoughts into other people's minds. Alcohol, with its uncanny ability to demolish inhibitions, could tear down the mental shields that the Psion had built in order to keep his thoughts where they belonged: inside his head.

Which was why wandering into a bar was not Lorene's style. But he was tired. And hungry. Gods, was he hungry, and the scents of hot food wafting off of the place enticed the hungry drifter from well out into the street.

Besides that, he was so tired that he didn't have the presence of mind to draw his hood up before pushing the door open. Usually, the Elf kept hidden under the wide cowl of his deep-blue cloak. Ever since an anomaly had taken him away from his own plane, ever since he'd begun wandering the worlds, riding random rifts to try to find his way home, he'd come to realize that not every world has native Elves...and not every world is open to the idea of other species existing at all. Lightly put, he'd received some ill treatment as a result of those prejudices.

But Lorene had been on his feet for a count of hours beyond his wherewithal to keep track of them. He'd engaged in his typical pattern of hopping worlds--locate a weak spot in the veils between planes, step through it, try to get his bearings and hope for the best--nearly 48 hours before stepping into the tavern. Something rather nasty had followed him through the rift; the Elf had no clue what it was supposed to be called, knowing only that it looked like someone cross-bred a dragon and an orc. The last traces of its lifeblood still clung to the twin sabres sheathed at Lorene's sides, but the monster had gotten the last word. Just after the Elf dealt the wound to the belly by which the monster would eventually bleed out, the thing blindsided Lorene with its massive tail, knocking him into some bushes and out cold.

The estranged Prince had other things on his mind besides caution and self-consciousness. He was hungry, tired, and sore, and his clothes--fine fabrics woven with thread-of-silver accents--still spotted with mud and dragonoid blood. He wanted food and a bed, now. It may not have been his style to leave his long ears uncovered, nor his style to walk into a bar of all places, but at that moment, Lorene really did not care.

He slid into a barstool and, without meeting the eyes of the 'tender, muttered out a request. Lorene blinked, realizing that he'd been speaking in Canto, his mother tongue, and switched to Pendrak--the language some worlds referred to as English.



"Whatever's hot," he requested. "And some cider if you have it? Non-alcoholic. Please."

((Good Lord, I hope that doesn't read as awkwardly as it sounds in my head. XD;;; Hello everyone. :3

[Sanguis Vulnera]

HaJoeKen

Its inquiry is rewarded with senseless prattle, divulging nothing of what had been asked. Tipping Its head to the side, Sanguis pulls air in through the nose, holding it in the cage of Its ribs before exhaling heavily, not so much a display of displeasure as mere reflex to irritation.

With a sinuous motion, It extracts Itself from Its perch upon the bar stool, bringing a hand down in a sweeping gesture over Its lower abdomen. That same hand comes to rest idly upon the polished wood of the counter, stark black, a cold cinder of coal beneath the lights, glinting now with a carmine gild of blood that smears from fingertips over the smooth granules of wood.

"...Now you seem nervous," It intones, frowning thoughtfully with the assessment. Too many micro-expressions forming, blooming and decaying within moments of each other. It notes the unprovoked laughter, the heedless manner of which the man calling himself Ronin sweeps his gaze around the room at the other patrons, an unconscious signal of anxiety or restlessness.

How odd.

It wonders what the man would look like with his eyes sewn wide, splayed to the sockets, flesh glistening wet in the dimness of the room. The thought passes, whispering away like the whim it is, threading into oblivion as It runs the hand not dipped in blood through bedraggled strands once more, though the appendage is also black, as if a smearing of ash across the skin, fading into the warmer hue of milk-and-honey that encompasses the rest of Its body.

[HaJoeKen]

Ronin

"Umm....both?" Ronin answered with a silly, but playful smile on his face, lowering his black scarf and loosening it a bit to cool off some. "It's only natural for a human like me to wonder where that portal leads to. But as for whatever is happening in that portal, whether you'd like to share it or not is entirely up to you." He then shrugged slightly and slipped his hands in his pockets, still wearing that friendly smile of his. "But in any case, all I can say is welcome back"

As he was conversing with the dragon, he took note of the blonde elf that had walked in just now, and he certainly seemed hungry. He also noted his cloak that had been dirtied with now dried mud and blood, which pretty much meant he had seen battle for some time recently. He watched as he went up to the bartender, being Talon himself, before he turned his attention towards the strange creature, who now noted that the merc was apparently 'nervous'. Ronin simply stared back at the creature with wide eyes, much like his eyes were sewn wide open, almost like the same thought the creature had in its mind, though Ronin was oblivious to its thoughts. He then reverted back to his goofy, but cheery grin and let out a small laugh. "Hahaha ok you got me. I'm totally nervous" Though whether he was serious about that or just plain goofing around was up to the creature to decide...

music_slave189

Sanguis Vulnera

Jevina Skold

lizardman((mummyman3))

Tiny_rel

quote="Lorene Dairson"]

[stillnohero]

After some sort of brief absence, the door would swing ajar to reveal none other than Hartia himself. Just how long had he been gone? and wasn't he last seen going to his room? Where was he coming from? Did he even actually go anywhere. Well, he sure looked spiffy in his new threads. Whether or not he went on a recent shopping spree was beyond anyone, after all, he had many fashionable clothing items in his wardrobe. Still, one could never resist new fashion. And out of the box too. In a strange array would different hues of brown with a little black and white splashed in for accents to the outfit, he was just as stylish as always. Strolling straight up to the bar as per his usual habit, he took the nearest vacant stool and slid onto it, in a popular kid kind of way.

"Did I miss anything? Or rather, did anyone miss me?"

He mused into his all too usual girlish giggle. His voice the same as always, like venomous honey, dripping thick from his fanged teeth and the tip of his tongue. In fact, the only change in his appearance would be the chin length hair cut he recently acquired. It was no joke, and it was no spell of any sort, he did really cut his hair. Though to believe it to be true would be strange, considering how much he loved his long black hair. He did miss it...but it was worth cutting it. To achieve certain goals, sacrifices had to be made. As most people in this very place knew.