John nodded in thanks to Emerald as she brought them their drinks: two raslaks for him and Aeryn and a frellip juice for Kree. He frowned at the foul language that Severin was using and he would've told him watch his language, but Kree beat him to it.
Kree stood up from the table, spreading her triple gossamer wings dangerously as they shook and sparked with charged power. She fired a blast at Severin.
"Don't ever anger a Faerian," John observed Kree's reaction, "and this is her on one of her good days."
Post by Razor Azura on Jan 8, 2007 19:13:43 GMT -5
((wanna join....be prepared mwahahah*cough, hack*.....scuse me--you can choose your reaction to my character.))
As the rest of the people in the tavern continued their merry and not so merry actions, the door whipped open and a dark looking creature came into the tavern, door shutting eirily behind it.
The creature was spider-like, it's eight sharp legs moving in a strange ripple as it made it's way into the bar, instead of a spider head, it's middle sector immediately went up into another segment of body that might have been described as human if it wasn't black and covered with the same little hairs as the rest of the body. A deep dark red hood covered the head and most of the upper body while resting lazily about the rest and four arms with gaunlets on two of them protruded from underneath it, the bottom left with a glove and the top right clutching a staff that seemed to help it walk as one of it's legs with injured.
This creatures name was Faehiriins (fire-eens), he's a prominant member of the Chistlan Tribe and the tribes Shaman as well as a wizard immersed in dark magic.
His persona and attitude to others in general, here is his philosophy in a nutshell:
Everybody is a suspect, nobody is a friend, if your lucky, your an ally.
((yep...k, just wanted to introduce him somewhere, btw, he's a very old and very talented...creature, near the age of the devil himself, yeah, he's old. Not all-powerful, just experienced and has some great senses.......................................MUST DRAW HIM FOR YOU!))
Post by Razor Azura on Jan 9, 2007 17:25:18 GMT -5
((xD they frighten me to no end, yet I love getting close...watching them and drawing them......AH! I wish them all weren't so frightening))
Faehiriins ignored the stare from the drunk and other's he was probably gaining, he was used to this reaction and it never fazed him one bit. Slinking his way over to the bartender, he spoke to (whoever) was there.
"Quart of brandy." he said, voice rolling out like silk-lace....but all the same, adding to his erie presence.
Post by Razor Azura on Jan 21, 2007 18:20:01 GMT -5
Faehiriins, actually quite surprised she hadn't asked him for an ID, took the drink and nodded, his way of approval and thanks you could say.
He backed off and slunk over to a table in a dark corner, being careful to stray away from the frightened drunk, he didn't want to have any hassle with anyone or an uproar at that. So he stayed well away, as well as he could, from those in the bar.
Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Jan 21, 2007 21:47:06 GMT -5
Emerald went back behind the bar, going back to cleaning glasses. Things seemed to have calmed down a bit- the previous drunk had returned to a seat, reordering her drink and sneaking a glance at the unusual newcomer- usually quickly followed by a nervous twitch.
Post by Razor Azura on Jan 22, 2007 0:25:46 GMT -5
After a moment he looked over to her, "If you are so worried, I hope to help calm you by saying I don't eat things with fur, gets rather annoying to have bits of fur sucking up my saliva like a dry sponge."
Faehiriins spoke with the same erie, silky voice. He peered at the small creature, his golden yellow eyes (which were pupiless I might add) narrowing in a studying way. The poor drunk creature looked rather pitiful to him, and he wasn't even sure if it would understand what he was saying.
Post by Razor Azura on Jan 23, 2007 0:19:01 GMT -5
He smirked, "Oh, you know, all sorts of things, personally I prefer to drink the blood of my victims, but why let a good meal go to waste. Fish, insects, elves....you name it, just about anything that doesn't have fir....on the other hand, humans are far too chewy for my taste..."
He sipped a little more from his glass.
Meanwhile, near the center of the tavern, a girl, who looked to be in her early twenties to early adult (18 or 19....20) was sipping a cool glass of water. She had a large sack that she had slung on the back of the chair and looked as if she'd been traveling for awhile.