Last of His Kind - RP

[Rywho]

(Remember, all items of news and discussion will take place in the Inn section.  Thank you everyone, now let us begin.)


  Sound of the breeze only seems to fuel the haunting nature of this moonlit and starless night, few insects emit their chirps.  Howling somewhere in the darkness cries a wolf, a signal to others that something is forboding in nature on this very night.  Appearing from what shadows that pool themselves throughout the night, comes a tall figure walking somberly in the direction he faces.  Visible through the pulled up hood is only his chin, scruff litters the visible section of flesh.  Tattered and shredded towards the bottom gives this man a wicked and malevolant air.  Shining in a close knit line, is the reflection of the moon's rays bestowing upon him an etheral feel, as if to broadcast his presence on the land.
   Silence follows the figure closly at his heels, as if it were a lost puppy following a new master.  Sounds die to nothing as he walks past the area of forest, another howl cries from the wolf but quickly disappears.  Picking up again, the wind sends the trees into a rage, seeming to warn this man that nature will not fear his poison of her senery. Shortly after his apppears he fades away from view yet again.

[Drace]

"Oh, come on."
"No. I don't have time for that."
"Come on. Just one drink. We haven't had drinks in a while Locke."
"Ok John. We'll go to the pub BUT only... if you help me with these horses."
"Sure, sure. What's need to be done?"
"Well everything here just needs a big clean-up."
"Ok. Let's get to work then."
The two friends clean the stables of the royal guards in Hurinore. While their working dark clouds close-in into the city. The wind is getting faster, the ice-cold rain falls with a tremendous speed. So fast that it feels like hail. People on the streets return to their home, running like trapped rats. John is the first to notice it.
"The hell?" he says confused while walking towards the doors.
"It was sunny just a few minutes ago. There were no clouds in a 50 mile radius..."
"Well, either you were wrong or it's... hehe... sorcery."
"Oh yeah, real funny. Well I'm done here. Let's get to the Cerberus and drink a couple, yay?"
"Yeah. The Cerberus is great. Well, I owe you. Let's get going."

[Dragonium]

In a small cottage in a sleepy hamlet, a robed man sits in an ornate chair by a slowly dying fire.

He stirs and opens his eyes, shivering slightly. Peering around the room, he spots the fading embers and rolls his eyes. The man raises his hand and clicks his fingers quietly, and the fire flares up again. He closes his eyes and leans back on the chair.

The window-panes rattle and he stands up abruptly and walks to the window. For a few seconds he peers out, and then leans back slightly when something green crashes against the window. It wobbles slightly, and a face appears from the mass of green cloth. The face mouths something, and the visitor taps against the window. The man in the house points to the right, and the face at the window leaves, accompanied by the opening of the door.

"It's raining pretty bad out there, isn't it Verde?", says the visitor. He looks to be about 10 years old, with blonde hair and green robes wrapped tightly around himself. Verde nods quietly, then pulls a chair towards the fire and gestures for the boy to sit down.

"I know", says Verde, "It hasn't broken for hours, and it doesn't look like it will tonight". He stretches out on the chair and sighs. "So, what have you been doing tonight", he says.

"I've been practicing. There are some wolves outside the town, I was casting fire magic on them. Annoyed 'em pretty bad". The boy giggles and pulls up his knees onto the chair.

"You shouldn't do that, you know, Rise", mutters Verde sternly, "People can get into trouble with angry wolves". He keeps up the frown for a few moments, then snorts and laughs. "Keep practicing", he chuckles.

Outside, the rain carries on falling...

[Darkfox]

Near the castle walls a man sits on horseback, his atire says "nobleman", but his eyes say "devil". His green hair can be seen under his cap. He glares over the lands curiously then signals for a servant boy to come his way.

"Peasant, hast thou seen such a storm appear so quickly?" He spoke in a rather calm tone, he talks propper and has a "manly" voice that exerts authority.

The servant answers "No m'lord."

"Hmmmm..." The man mumbled to himself obviously in deep thought while rubbing his chin.

"May I please be excuse m'lord?" the boy asked, obviously wanting to get out of the rain.

"Hmmmm, fine fine, leave my sight..." the nobleman answered. Then he tosses a few gold coins "...this must cover today's services."

"Thank ye!" The servant boy yelled cheerfully pocketing the coins and running home protecting himself from the rain as he goes.

The nobleman's hat is blown off by a gust of wind and the horse whinnies obviously upset by somthing. "Easy," the nobleman said and he began to take the horse to the stables.

(Edit: Drace, could you please try to be more clear on who is talking? Just having talking quotation marks is not enough.)

[Arcanagirl]

*Meanwhile in a small distant village called Selinia*

A young yet beautiful lady wounders the streets in search of someone she knew from her past.

Girl: "Hey, have you seen a tall wolf like human around?"
Farmer: "Lady you must be joking! Stop talking nonsense about wolf people and get out of my face!"

The farmer pushes the girl out of his way and goes back to his daily schedule.

Girl: "How rude!" She turns and notices a young women sitting on a bench near Selinia Park. The women appeared to be reading a love novel when the girl approached her.

Girl: "Excuse me ma'am, but have you seen a tall wolf like human around lately?"

The women raised an eyebrow and look at her with consern.

Women: "Are you feeling ok miss? Cause I know a good doctor who could really help you out."

The women grabbed the girl by the arm in attempt to take her to a hospital.

Girl: "No I am fine, but I am looking for a friend of mine, he is..."

Women: "Lady you need some serious help, just come with me and everything will be ok"

She pulled her arm away from the women fiercely and ran away towards the Tavern to the west of town.

Girl: "People are totally clueless around here! On top of that very rude! Huph!"

The girl bursts into the tavern with a sour look on her face. She approachs the bar, takes a seat on a stool, and slams her hand on the counter.

Girl: "Give me the good stuff!"

Bartender: "Arent you a little young to be drinking miss?"

Her eyes glare at the bartender with anger as she grabs him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close.

Girl: "Look bud, the name is Jenna, and I am 21 years old, I can show you any proof you need, but dont ever misjudge me again! I am in no mood for your chimes old man!"

Jenna released the bartender and sits back down. She begins to tap her fingers on the counter tops as she waited for her drink.

Bartender: "Here you go Jenna, so sorry about my remark..."

Jenna: "Dont bother with it, just dont do it again."

She smiled at the bartender as she took a sip of her drink.

Jenna: "Hey, have you seen a tall wolf like human around lately?"

The bartender gave her a odd look and began to laugh. Her eyes pierced into his soul, and he quickly went quiet.

Bartender: "No miss..."

[Drace]

In the Cerberus Locke and John are sitting at the bar. Before Locke are 4 empty glasses. In front of John are 7 empty glasses.
"Locke... where did ye twin came from?" John says while sitting dazed on his chair.
Locke looks around himself. A few peasants are standing close-by, talking loudly. A man and a woman, most likely rich, are sitting behind him. Another man is sitting just behind John.
"Well I can't see me twin, but yours seems to be drunk."
"Nah. Me twin don't get drunk that fast," John lays his arm around the person behind him. "Or do ya, brotha?"
The man, a creepy looking guy, looks John straight in the eyes.
"Those who touch the unholy one, get punished by a fate worse than the Black Plague," the man enchants in a deep, disturbing voice.
John looks the man in the eyes, takes a sip from his beer and turns to Locke. "Hehehe. Seem like ye were correct me friend. He is drunk."
The two of them laugh. The man get's up and looks at the two. "Infidels! Thou shall find death this night!" he shouts through the pub. He then spits at the two and storms off out of the pub.
John looks at Locke, and Locke at John.
Locke then turns to the bartender.
"My good fella, I would like the same as the man just stormed off."

[Darkfox]

Minutes pass and the storm advances in it's might a rattling is heard and the door of the tavern is flung open by the wind, the nobleman from the castle stands at the entrance drenched, eyes turn to him as he walks in and takes a seat.

The bartender opens his mouth ready to talk but is cut short by the nobleman "Scotch... that ist what I want..." the nobleman's eyes glare through the room and everyone turns and return to what they were doing "...rude" he muttered, his eyes take notice to Jenna but he turns back as he receives his drink, he thumps a couple coins to the bartender. "Thist should be sufficient... for both" he said in a calm tone.  The bartender shivers and walks back, most likely bothered by the recent weird visitors or afraid for his life for whatever reasons. "Thast angry look doesth no good for a young lady. It would appear that thou has found the customs of ones here most... inhospitable... they could learn manners. Thoust be looking for sombody I take it and nobody will cooperate." He pauses for a moment then continues "Excuseth me, how rude of me not to introduce myself, I am Lord Kiterius." He smiles "but, thoust can merely call me by Kite."

[Grandy]

 In the Cerberus, drinking a frask of orange juice (druids never drank anything stronger than orange juice) a man in a dark robe watched the scene in silence, "The druids were right" he thought "anything stronger than orange juice is asking for die." He drank a little more, then he got up, the bartender looked at him. "Hey, you! That's 5 bucks!" the man looked around and pointed to the rich man nearby. "I'm with him." he said, and walked out of the pub, then quickly climbed to the roof. He could hear the gasp of surprise fromt he old man, and then the steps of the bartender running to the door. "THIEF!" the bartender tried to find for the man, but never ocurred him to look up. Looking angry, he walked inside again. "New rules!" he yelled "First pay, then drink!" the man in the roof grinned, he would stay in there for a while, it was too risky to get down while the bartender was obviously still looking for him.

[Ben]

After the Initial Murmur of Disatified Groans, arising from the newly-initiated "Pay and Drink" Policy Gem, A quiet fixture, Arises Indiscriminatly from a all but occupied table, in a quiet corner of the room..carefully teetering around the bar's denizens, he makes his way up to the barkeep...

"barkeep, the resident wench seems to be avoiding me....please.....I am In need of a Pint of Stout ale, and some information....I hoped to simply ask your waitress...but as I said Prior..."

The Barkeep goes on about his business, barely heeding Gems Request.....

"I hoped to not have towalk out of the shadows of stealth this evening...but it seems its inevitable in this Din"

Drawing Back his cloak, Gem moves his right hand to his temple, in concentration...And soon after looks up to find the busy barkeep, still distracted in his duties...

"Barkeep...come to me, and share a word, if you will..."the words were whispered, but  they hang in the ears off all within the range of the Bar...Many stop, with a slight shudder..shaking the words out of their ears
The Barkeep, hurries over...."my apologies sir....I didnt wish to keep you waiting...please, what can I do for you?"

In retort,"Ale for one....also,I am in need of Information....I am a freelance Adventurer....looking for work.....A skilled Ranger....any tips worthwhile, will fatten your change pouch that much more..."


"Well.......let me see...." the bartender thinks for a moment, pondering a profitable response

[Darkfox]

"Thoust to me are very drunk," Kiterius snapped as he was getting ready to drink.

[Arcanagirl]

Jenna turns to Kiterius with a innocent look on her face.

Jenna: "Excuse me, might you have seen a wolf like man around?"
She plays with a strand of her hair while waiting for an answer.

[Darkfox]

Kiterius chuckles, but not like the the others "As a matter of fact, I heard rumors of somthing of resemblance that description a few weeks ago, though can't remember well, but if thou needeth a tracker I'm not too bad at finding a person." He points to himself with a smirk. He continues at a lower tone "I think people here are a bit biased toward elfens..."

[Arcanagirl]

She smiled, but her face suddenly dropped with suspicion as she look over Kiterious.

Jenna: "Ok, I know how things work in this world. How much you asking?"

She finishes off her drink then begins to nap her fingers to get the bartender's attention.

Jenna: "Aye! More wine!"

Bartender: "Ya Ya hold your horses."

Jenna: "How rude!"

Bartender: "Your so annoying girl!"

The bartender refills her glass, then goes back to cleaning the tables.

Jenna: "I dont see why people act like that to Elfs, we are not so different."

[Rywho]

(geez, I'm the guy with the story line and I'm being left in the dust, lol, guess I have my work cut out for me, eh?)

The bartender finely responds after bringing forth some intle for Gem, "ah, yes I do recall the horros of a plagued city, tis not far from our village.  terrorized by a giant beast they say, killed numerous folk.  Lords have not beared any success in vanquishing thou cruel beast."

[Ben]

"Excuse me.....Girl......." Gem interjects, with a ginger tapp of the nape..."Jenna, was it?"

"I couldnt help but overhear that you are in search, of a beast.....Lupine, If I heard Correct.."

Jennas Glance is unhalting as she waits for the catch line behind Gems Words...

"I am a Ranger, By trade.....Some would call me fallen...I would call myself an entrpeneur.

The Name is Gem....I frequent the towns in this land, lending my bow to those requiring assistance.....I am an adept tracker....And In exchange for  travelling company and half of the tasks spoils, I would like to give you my aid...I have trouble staying put, and grow ancy in an idle state.....What say you m'lady"

With that, A gleaming white smile was barred, and the previously rough, and solem face glows with an inviting, non-threatining light..
With a wink "Are you in need?"