Ravenloft (Gothic & Romance) [Accepting]

[Derelict Draught]

: Ayra :

Ayra hated coming to these places. No matter where she went, men would ogle and think themselves so high that she should just bend over for them on the spot. Pigs. Everyone of them. If it weren't for the debt she owed Marle she wouldn't be caught dead in such a place. She looks past the throng of catcalling men to where the Ranger sits in the corner. How nice it must be not to be accosted so. It seemed that most actually left him be and he seemed to like it. A part of her wonders if he enjoys watching these men pester her so. Maybe he thought it was a way to show off when he'd then escort her to his room. What these men must think at that sight. A scowl that could drain the buzz out of a bee spans her face. Humans. All such vermin. One of the men forces himself into Ayra's face. "'Ello pretty little thing. I'm sure you'd like to make a little money so why don't you come with me up to my room, eh?" Ayra rolls her eyes and replies sarcastically. "I'm sure it would be my pleasure." A cheer erupts from the men gathered round her. One of them had succeeded! Realization strikes Ayra too late. The man reaches out and grabs her arm to lead her off. Ayra's anger flares and she smashes the man's face with her staff. "Don't touch me swine." The men gathered round protest the hurting of their friend and make frantic grabs at her, subduing her and holding her against the wall. The man rises, his nose bleeding. "You little ingrate of an elf! Here I was trying to help you help me..." The man raises his hand to slap Ayra.

Marle

Marle stumbles over towards the group of drunk men at the first sign of trouble. Standing behind the leader of the throng, he waits while Ayra is pinned. The man raises his hand to strike Ayra. "*hick* Hey. Hey buddy. You wanna *hick* you wanna hear something funny." The man spins on Marle. "Get out of here you drunk buffoon." He turns once more to the girl. "Now where were we." He raises his hand. Marle seems to sober instantly. "Trust me, friend, you'll want to hear this one." The man turns to face him. "Leave now, or this girl isn't the only one who will get beat." Marle laughs at this. "I'm not sure you have enough guys." The man moves to shove Marle back. Thinking he's about to be attacked, Marle draws an arrow and stabs it through the man's hand in a single movement. The group, including Marle, stare at the arrow. "Maybe I overreacted there..." The men release the Ayra, a more important target to beat. Seeing the fight on his hands, Marle draws his short sword only to have it smacked from his hand by arrow hand. Unarmed and surrounded, Marle does the only thing he can. He pulls his sheath from his belt and uses it as a sword to fight the attackers. As one might imagine, the sheath has little effect on the group. Marle takes blow after blow but always stays free of the men's grasp. Every wound he receives seeming to heal instantly thanks to Ayra who now stands in a corner healing Marle.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Elenwen watzed into the inn, the wind thundering form outside as it flew the door open at her entrance. The lights flicked as she entered and a raven with ruby red eyes sat flew to her shoulder. Behind her the door shut itself. She didn't let it on but it seemed hopeless, everyone she spoke to fled and left her. She stromed into the room and saw the fight. She rounded on the men, his bells all gingling and her hair still whipping about her as though the wind was still on the room. "Leave them be." she commanded, her voice cool and sharp as daggers. She seemed to glide across the floor, her dress flowing about her. She glared at the men with her ice cold eyes "I told you to leave!" she shouted.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((I didn't notice it before but 50 PAGES!!!!))

[LittleStarWolf]

(First post is just a repost. Second is new charrie)

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Ishara Msitu
Boar still slung over her shoulder, Ishara made her way to a large older tree nearby. The tree had a giant hole missing out of the bottom. It was a wonder the tree hadn't fallen over yet from rot and lack of a good bottom support. Placing the boar inside, Ishara looked around. She wasn't far from where she heard the first sword sliding against a sheath, so she wasn't exactly surprise when she heard it again. Thinking it may be the same person she turned around trying to detect where the sound was coming from now. It didn't sound extremely close to her yet it wasn't super far away either and it had moved now... more to the south it seemed. Not sure what to do, being as she hadn't come across another person in... well exactly three years almost. She could remember every detail. It had been a ranger. They had met in the same pathway, shooting arrows at the same time at the same deer. When Ishara went to retrieve the deer she stopped a foot away from the deer just as the ranger did on the other side. The ranger knew what she was and she knew what it was as they looked each other in the eyes. Neither moved for a while then finally the ranger nodded its head toward her, saying she could take the meal but she didn't take it. Instead she had backed away and let him have it as she watched in silence. She knew he needed it more than her. For a second, Ishara wondered if this was the same person but the ranger hadn't carried a sword. Curiosity and fear flooded through her and for a bit she did not know whether to run, hide, or spy.
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Kijana Joka
Letting out a large yawn, Kijana shakes his head sleepily as he ruffles the green mess top his head. His hair wasn't really a mess, it just always looked that way, like he just woke up. Which today wasn't far from the truth as he walked down the cobble stone street. Kijana had spent the night outside and today he didn't feel like being so wild. He wanted a warm room to sleep and maybe a sip of ale to drink. A few looks were thrown at Kijana as he continued walking. He just grinned at anyone who dared peek at him. It wasn't uncommon for his kind to come here but not the most common, that was for sure. His red tattoos on his left shoulder and forehead shone brightly in the glistening sun, but it wasn't what caught peoples attention the most. Not even his wings of blue and red were what drew eyes. It was his green hair. Why always his lime and blueish green hair stood out the most, Kijana thought to himself as he stretched one of his wings for a bit, happily drawing eyes to the wing. "That's it. Look at me, marvel in my awesomeness." Kijana gloated as he made his way to the inn. There was a person in front of him also heading towards the inn and they had a raven on their shoulder. This person made the doors of the inn fly open and ruined his amazing entrance, Kijana thought with a slight pout before his thoughts flew else where as he notice there was a fight going on.

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[Derelict Draught]

((Woohoo! I'd like to point out that I was first over the hill...wait, that might be a bad thing...Imma die...first...))

: Ayra :

The weather seems to barge into the inn as a woman enters followed closely by a lizard man with wings. How weird is that. The men who have been beating on Marle, not that Marle hasn't gotten in some good hits too, pause at the call of the newcomer. The men look at each other, one or two have a look of panic as the drinks start to wear off. The rest laugh. "Its the night of the freak I tell ya!" Ayra takes advantage of the distraction to toss Marle his sword. She forces a soft smile at the newcomers, they seem to be willing to help.

Marle

Seeing the sword coming towards him, Marle panics. He dodges to the side and parries the blade with his sheath. For once his paranoia pays off as, in her own special way, Ayra managed to throw the sword blade first. Marle would have to ask her how she managed that later. The hilt of the sword smacks arrow hand in the face and bounces neatly into Marle's hand. Holding the cold steel once more, Marle smiles as he quickly bashes the handful of men with the hilt of the sword. Sure it wasn't as effective as using the blade but he had no desire to kill these men, they were just drunk after all. The aggressors all lying in an enhanced drunken stupor, Marle returns his sword to his sheath and his sheath to his belt. He pulls up a seat at the bar and orders a drink. Taking a quick swig, he spins to face the help. "Quite the entry. Its just a shame they were too drunk to appreciate it. Marle." Marle waits patiently, he would rather not talk, his mood souring by the moment but their timely arrival had earned them that much. Ayra takes a seat in her corner, healing Marle's broken nose.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Elenwen shrugged "Who are you?" she asked, the raven on her shoulder cocked it's read from right to left anf back again. It seemed to study the three. Elenwen drew up a chair and took out her deck of cards, she flipped them back in forth her hands. They arched from one hand to the next perfectly though Elenwen didn't even move her hands. She quickly lay them out on the table but then in the fearful memory of her last prediction gathered them back up and shoved them in her pocket "It wasn't quiet an eterance anyway, I just walked in and the wind happened to be at the right time." Her hair continoued to waft about her but she didn't care except for when it got in front of her eyes and she had to push it out of the way.

[Sparkly Ninja]

As the man and the dragonkin drew thier swords, Night continued to stare wth aparent bordom. She blinked a few times and then sighed. It would be so much easier just to do it now! Sith flared again, a burning glow against the silhouette of her side. But she had to keep herself under her own control. She was an assassin and she would not buckle under a mere delay of bloodlust.

She ignored her knife, who's glow died to a dull throb of red, and then shouted back with the same calmness that radiated from her stance "I am called Night. I am from noplace and am going nowhere. Who are you and what business do you have asking me my business?"

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

"Alhar of Summerhaven!" he shouted in answer, letting his sword down. He dug it's tip into the ground. His eyes didn't leave the assassin, he couldn't take any chances. "I have my reasons for asking questions, same as you." He took another step forward, half sheilding Sae. He didn't know what to do with the assassin, they needed all the help they could get but an assassin would only cause more problems than answers. He glared at the assassin "Are you friend or foe?" he asked, loud and clear. He doubted her answer but it was worth asking.

[Azure23]

.:Ike:.
The other human had been watching the others of his group nonchalantly, this was none of his business. He watched as Leeandra gave the flowers to the Sulent, and smiled. The little girl always had a soft spot for people in pain, both emotional and physical, and she always wanted to end it. He shook his head as she ran back to him and hid, though he didn't say anything. His blue eyes darted back to the path when he noticed another girl had stepped out. His hand shot to his sword but didn't draw it, something seemed bizarre about this girl.

.:Sae:.
Sae rolled her eyes and sheathed her swords. She shook her head and stepped forward, out of Alhar's protectiveness but not close enough for the girl to attack. "What are you doing here, assassin?" She said, glaring at the girl. Her wings pressed against her back and she never removed her eyes from the girl. She knew she was in some danger from being a rogue assassin, but she had company this time to help back her up.

[LittleStarWolf]

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Kijana Joka

Kijana walked over to Marle and the girl who was healing him. She was an elf, that he was sure but not sure what kind or why she was with a ranger. Being who he was, he was quiet curious and wanted to know more about the couple and the girl who came in like a little whirlwind and with a croaking raven."Hey sweet flyer." Kijana says with a look at the raven. Kijana wished to sit with the group and talk but he was a tad shy and he thought the couple were only talking to the storm girl and not to him, even though he was part of the distraction. Speaking of distraction, hadn't one of the fallen mean called him freak or something. He looked around at all the fallen people as he thought about this.

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