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[1x1] Sirens Call Tavern - RP -Closed

Post by DMLyJa » Mon Jan 14, 2019 2:12 am

Setting - Sirens Call Tavern

There is a lot tension amoungst the townsfolk of Ravengrale. The small town had been distraught after their recent loss in a battle for their freedom. Most of the townsfolk weren't prepared for battle, let alone knew how to fight and protect what was theirs to begin with. Most of them farmers, no one was prepared. The several buildings had been burnt down and most of those left standing still were not fit to be occupied. Many had died or been taken, those left behind were dealing with wounds and loss. The grand tree standing in the center of the town appeared to be left untouched, with the exception of the scorch marks on the outer door. A sign reading 'Sirens Call Tavern' swayed in the mild breeze and another sign reading "Find refuge here" had been driven into the ground. The door to the large tree opens easily though with an unusual weight, leading to a spiral staircase that led to underground. Upon opening a secondary door, the bright and warm tavern welcomes any who enters.

Many of the survivors were making the tavern their temporary home, using the few rooms to occupy more bodies than intended, while another section of the tavern had been converted into a medical facility, with only a couple of folks tending to many individuals. Though the bar stools and tables stood full for the most part, with those drinking to forget or merely drinking as they awaited their turn. Instead of chatter that fills normal tavern settings, there was an unsettling silence with the occasional scream of agony. The patrons are on edge, many of them with weapons ready to be drawn. As each new individual enters the tavern, several place their hands on their hilts and await....what may come....
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Re: [1x1] Sirens Call Tavern - RP -Closed

Post by DMLyJa » Mon Jan 14, 2019 2:50 am

Belia had emerged from the wooded path to come across the town that had been rumored as carefree and open to all, finding only destruction and corpses laying about. Her piercing emerald eyes narrow as she pulls her hood over her head, her right hand tightening around her bow as she takes careful steps forward. The smell of burnt flesh and smoke fill her nose, causing memories to flood her mind as she makes her way to the first corpse. As she kneels down to her right knee, her fingertips, poking through the top of her finger-less gloves, pressing against his neck. Raising up as she felt no pulse, she continues making her way through the dead, stopping to check each individual, her heart sinking a bit more as she makes her way to the center of town.

As she looked around, she noticed only the locals were on the ground dead, though there was scorch marks on the ground in the shape of humanoids, though no body laid in these marks. As she came across a male on the ground and moved her cold digits to his neck, he became startled and began to cough up blood as he stared terrified up at her. He tried to raise a sword with obvious inexperience; her hand simply placed up the blade as she removes it from his hands.

"Shhh...shh..shhh....Its okay now...." She whispered softly for him, her eyes taking in the extent of his injuries from behind the shadow of her hood. Turning the shining emeralds from him to the surrounding, she spotted the sign by tree and sighed gently. "I am going to stand you up. You need to place your right hand on your chest and put pressure on it. I will get you to help...." The man whimpered as he tried shaking his head as she placed her bone bow over her torso.

She took his hand and placed it over the wound on his chest with some firmness, as if to remind him of her words before she lifts his other arm and throws it over her shoulder before lifting him to his feet. He was weakened from blood loss and the movement caused him to get uneasy on his feet, resting most of his weight on her shoulders. She glanced at his paling face and then nodded towards the tree. "Fifteen steps...you can make fifteen steps..."

She began to trudge with the man towards the tavern entrance, counting each step along the way. "One...Two....Three....Four....Five....Six....Seven...." His weight start to shift more as he began to grow weaker with each step. She tried to maintain the position when she saw his hand fall from his chest and crimson began to pour from the wound freely. With a grunt, she stopped and placed her hand on his chest, her small calloused fingers plunging into the wound to stop the bleeding and make the man more aware. He cried out as the pain made him regain his focus. He applied more of his weight to his feet as she continued to count the steps. "Eight....Nine....Ten...Eleven....Twelve....Thirteen....Fourteen...Fifteen...."

By now his blood had saturated her hand, migrated down her arm and was flowing over her armor, making the black thick leather shine with a crimson hue. The white fur inside her cloak began to absorb the blood, casting a bright vibrant pattern on something pure looking. As she opened the door to the giant tree, several individuals inside toke notice of her situation. She watched them for just a moment before three men moved to her aid and took the mans arms and legs. With haste and sadness, they carried the man down the spiraling staircase and through the tavern door.

She though, stood at the top of this staircase in a moment of silence. Her mind trying to push memories away, the warmth of the blood now chilling on her skin. Pulling the bow from around her torso, staining it to with the mans blood, she took each step down the staircase slowly and uncertain, as she wasn't sure what to expect. The smell of sage began to over take the smell of burnt bodies and burnt wood. The warmth from the tavern began to fill the staircase halfway down.

Placing her hand on the bloodied door, she took a moment to acknowledge the way the candlelight danced off the wetness on her hand. Pushing the door open, she heard a loud shout of agony fill her ears. With a mild sneer, she moves towards the bar, two stools open next to each other and one of them was calling her name. She passed several patrons ready to slash into her, but she didn't even spare a glance at them. She laid the bow on the bar top before she seated herself. Pulling a cloth from her pocket she began to wipe her hands off, sparing only a glance as the tender approached.

"Dragonwine....glass and bottle...."
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Post by Uriel_of_Auror » Mon Jan 14, 2019 2:14 pm

It was true about the wind. It was gentle and yet carried the stench of death. The woods that surrounded the town was still full of life. The bugs crawled, the worms dug, the birds sang, and yet there was new life within those trees. What once wasn't, was. What never could be, became real. Uriel sat on the leafy floor for hours just staring at the world around him. This strange and foreign place was too much for his senses and kept him paralyzed in a curious caution.

Uriel breathed his first few breaths. Destruction filled his lungs. Something had burned here recently, but he didn't know what. It was strange how just from a smell he could suddenly feel so ill. But what was ill? It felt like a rock in his stomach as he sat upright. It weighed in his body more powerful than gravity. He didn't like it at all. Was this what the world would be, he wondered? After some more thought his attention was grabbed by the sounds of booted footsteps. Brown eyes shot in the direction of the disturbance and a woman had appeared through the trees on a path toward the smell. Did it not bother her? He couldn't know.

Her hood covered her features from his view, but her presence demanded attention. He couldn't look away. Who was she to him? He didn't know, which surprised him. Usually he knew these things. It seemed as though time held him in one place and his heart raced in confusion. He looked to his legs and started to move them. He could. The panic settled, but only a little. He stood up and followed her from a great distance. He didn't want to draw attention to himself. By the time he caught up to her she had already began helping an injured man.

Uriel's eyes filled with horrible tears and he choked and coughed. The display of burnt bodies scarred his fresh mind. What was happening to him? He didn't know these people, but the sight of death killed him on his birthday. There was light in the form of darkness though. The hooded woman took care to calm the injured man nerves the best she could. There was hope. A feeling that warmed Uriel's heart. All of these confusing feelings continued to swirl through his heart and soul.

After a few moments she disappeared into this tree with signs on it. Uriel crossed the broken landscape and stopped before the words written on the signs. He understood them which was a welcome thought. It would be difficult if he couldn't. The bloodied door stood before him, he looked at it with small understanding. His memory went back to how she pushed it open and so he did as he had seen. His hand fell into the same outline that hers had on the door and he pushed. It was awkwardly heavy, but with some weight he was able to make it budge. Quickly he was met by more glances from within and he froze immediately.

There were so many people, so much attention on him. He didn't understand and quickly scanned the patrons for the woman he had seen before. He couldn't find her, his mind was racing too fast and he couldn't catch it. His head was heavy and his feet were light. Legs like jelly he shook standing up. Things became foggy and he stumbled at first. He needed to sit down.

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Re: [1x1] Sirens Call Tavern - RP -Closed

Post by DMLyJa » Mon Jan 14, 2019 11:18 pm

The tender had walked away after her request, grabbing a wine flute and a bottle of the Dragonwine, returning quickly to begin filling her glass for her. The door opened as Uriel came through, the sounds surrounding Belia ceased suddenly, with the exception of the cries of pain in the back. Even the tender had paused in pouring as all the eyes of every one turned to look at him, everyone except for Belia that is. Having wiped her hands clean, she wiped off the smudges of red on her ivory bone bow and what she could from her armor. The cloak, would be at a loss until she found a place to rest for the night, but yet, she still wore it.

Her emerald orbs raised to the tender, waiting for her to complete before she drew done her hood, allowing her blackish red hair to fall in a warm cascade down her back, her half pointed ears peeking out between the silky locks. Her hand moved to the tenders, removing the bottle from her hand before she motions her away from her. Finishing pouring her wine herself, her ears begin to perk up as the tensions rise even more; several of the patrons begin to approach the mysterious man at the door now, weapons being half drawn.

Her brow furrows a bit as she lifts the glass to her lips, a soft sound escaping her as she takes part in the wonderment of this expensive drink. The tinking of her glass settling on the bar top seemed to ring out loudly over the silence, strangely loud and echoing, drawing the attention of a couple of men who had been approaching Uriel. A soft sigh escapes her as she rises up, placing the bow over her back once more and finally turning toward the crowded entrance. The diagonal scars on her face were of a darker hue than her skin, her emerald eyes captured the flickering of the candlelight around them all.

“Leave him be…It certainly wasn’t him that caused all of this….” She took hold of her glass again, a small pinky ring causing a ping to echo off the glass, seeming to draw more attention with the loudness of one small noise. She drew the crimson liquid between her lips as she looks at each of them before settling on Uriel, obviously taking everything in about his presence in quick strokes of glance.

“He is but a sprout….In a puzzle of Maize…Let him be…” A single brow of hers raised as she spoke the words, though it raised much higher as a large lumbering man approached her. His buddies slowly backing away from Uriel in the process.

“You find him so innocent?” He growled at her as he leaned on the bar top, causing it to creak under his weight. He grabbed a bottle of random liquid from behind the bar as he stared at Belia, his eyes attempting to pierce through her shell. She simply turned back to the bar, sitting upon the stool as she nods gently.

“I find there is more innocence in the world than selfish men like you are even aware of…” She raised up her glass to her lips once more, her eyes slowly shifting towards the man near as she does so. He growled at her before moving his hand towards her hair, his fingers trying to wrap a lock of her dark crimson around his knuckle. Instead, he is met with her own digits on his hand, her head shaking as she tsks him with shame. “Never touch a lady’s hair….without permission…Sir…”

She pulled his finger backwards, towards the back of his hand, her eyes staring into his with a challenging look. One of his tavern buddies moved towards him as they stared each other down, his words being whispered into the mans ear. Just as quickly as he had come to aid his friend, he turned his back and walked away with his head down. The man whose fingers she was grasping, slowly lowered his hand before growling at her in a challenging form, yet still, turned and walked away as well.

A faint smirk crossed her face before she turned back to her wine glass and bottle, her hands lifting the bottle easily and refilling her own glass, her back towards the other patrons. Her thoughts shifted quickly, as they usually do, towards the sights she had walked upon. Her mind sorting through details that would normally be overlooked as she raised the glass to her lips again, her brows furrowing as she sighs. “This is not your fight….” She whispers to herself, though the tender heard her words and lowered her head sadly.

Reaching to grasp a few coins from a pouch on her belt, she slides them across the bar to pay for her indulgence, though one stays in her hand as she flips it over her fingers, back and forth in a daunting steady pattern. Her mind having moved past Uriels presence already, onto many other things that clouded her thoughts on nights like these. With a sigh, she rested her arms on the bar top and lowered her head in a single moment of vulnerability, her eyes closing as she prays her mind will calm and slow, it was after all…supposed to be the night she relaxed, and now she will have to travel to a new town to find a new Inn to rest at.
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Post by Uriel_of_Auror » Mon Jan 14, 2019 11:57 pm

What worsened his situation was the cluelessness he held onto. There was talk of innocence, there was conflict, people outside were dead, people inside were injured, everyone and everything was so intense even the sudden silence had been overwhelming. However it seemed that the maiden he followed was his only true solace. He wanted to approach her. Step by weary step Uriel did what he could to avoid the other patrons, and approached Belia with a sickly confidence.

Her head was down, when he arrived being her seat. Alright he got this far...now what? He raised a hand as if to tug her cloak, but stopped. He didn't want to bother her if she was tired. That's what you do when your head is down right? He let his hand fall. He then opened his mouth as if to talk, but caught the words before they reached his throat. Would that startle her? He didn't want to do that. He closed his mouth. Uriel wasn't sure how to grab her attention, but his shaky legs wouldn't hold him much longer. He glanced at the still next to her and with relief, placed himself upright at the bar. Maybe he wouldn't have to get her attention anyways. Maybe he could just follow her around like a lost dog until he figured something out? Yeah, that sounds good.

Uriel glanced behind him to the rest of the patrons, especially the larger one that Belia had her encounter with earlier. He was intimidating, scary, and staring at the two of them. Uriel quickly looked away. He shyly looked to Belia again, the coin she flipped around enchanted him. It was gorgeous and he wanted one. He looked at his own hands. He didn't have anyth-...a ring. He had a ring on his hand. That was strange because...well he didn't remember ever having a ring before. It was a simple gold band on his left ring finger, which he removed and began to run his fingers over. He fumbled, and the ring hit the counter with a hard thud and bounced over to Belia's personal space. A sharp gasp escaped his lungs which burned. The newborn body wasn't used to the stress just yet. His hand shot forward attempting to stop the ring, his only real possession, from disturbing his friend.

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Post by DMLyJa » Tue Jan 15, 2019 1:26 am

The sudden and sharp pinging of his ring colliding with the bar top caused her hand to shoot out and slam down with a loud thud, both the ring and her coin now under her hand. Her eyes open slowly before she lifts her head to look at the strange man next to her. With a small furrow of her brow, she noted that his scent, though not unpleasant, differed drastically from all the scents she ever remembers, something she couldn’t tell from across the tavern.

Her green orbs took their time tracing over his facial features, a small spark inside her jumping with glee at his frightful expression before being extinguished by her moral nature. He seemed so plain and yet not at the same time, causing a cascade of bewilderment to flood her mind. Her calloused fingers lifted the golden ring up between the two of them, the candlelight dancing off of it gently before it was placed in front of him, her coin still on the bar top. Though a loud cackle emerged from behind them as the intimidating brute watched their exchange.

“Ignore the sounds of the ignorant….” She turned back to her glass and lifted it to her lips as she drank deeply from the crimson contents. “….for they will only lead you to certain death…”

She turned her eyes back to him now, her fingertip tracing the rim of her glass as she seems to try and decide which of her many questions she wanted to ask him next.

“Who are you?” she whispered faintly towards him.

Before he could reply there were sudden sounds from outside the door. The men who stood at the entrance had ran in and slammed the door behind them. They pulled a large, heavy plank over the doorway, allowing it to fall into the secured iron brackets on either side of the doorway, locking everyone in and what was coming, out. Shouts began to fill the room from those who rose to their feet, blades singing loudly as they come out of their sheaths to kiss the air. Her eyes no longer on the newcomer, but the crowd and area.

She was scanning their surroundings, trying to forge a plan in the small time frame. The tensions rising even higher, battle cries beginning to erupt from the chests of the farmers who already have lost so much. The tender grabbed a staff from the floor behind the bar and braced herself. Pitchforks were raising into the air as loud, fast thuds impacted the door. With each thud, the wood began to crack. The splintering sounds being drowned out by the anticipation of those willing to fight to the death for their village. Finally, she places her hand on the ivory colored bow and pulled it from around her torso, her other hand reaching over her shoulder to grasp the fletching of her arrow as her eyes narrow towards the door.

“Brace yourself….”
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Post by Uriel_of_Auror » Tue Jan 15, 2019 2:54 am

This.Was.Not.Good.

He didn't manage to get a word out before things started to unfold. Uriel was not prepared in any way for what was about to come. He held onto his ring tight and hid behind Belia. Only enough to see would he peek out from behind her. The loud yells, sharp grinding of metal on sheath, the banging doors all started to overload his senses. Uriel gripped Belia's cloak as to say "here I am".

What could he do to help? How would he defend himself? How would he be any help to his companion? What was this ring for? What was attacking them? Why is everyone scared? What had happened topside?

All of these questions bombarded Uriel and tears welled in his eyes. He wimpered in fear with each crack in the door. He didn't want anyone to die, he didn't want to die himself. He had only just arrived in this world and already it was so dangerous. This is a moment that would likely shape his view from this point forward.

Continuing to follow her directions, he pulled himself slightly closer to Belia. Uriel breathed heavily between shivers and gripped the ring between his hand and her cloak, he hadn't put it on since he'd taken it off. He must have just forgot is all. Looking up at Belia was the only thing that calmed him even a little. He had no choice but to trust her right now. He did trust her. Hopefully his trust wasn't misplaced. He wasn't ready, but he was as ready as he was going to be.

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Post by DMLyJa » Tue Jan 15, 2019 3:54 am

With a shower of wood bits flying towards the inside of the tavern, tall creatures of darkness burst through, latching on to those closest to the door. Black wisps seemed to come from their forms as they ripped apart the farmers with their hands. The tender slammed the staff onto a hidden spot in the floor, dropping a section of floor to reveal a tunnel underneath. She shouts loudly several names before disappearing in the tunnel, the very tip of her staff containing light crystals that immediately light as the darkness falls around them.

Several patrons ran to the back of the bar and disappeared in the tunnel; several individuals dragged some injured to the tunnel, lowering them in gently before moving to retrieve more survivors. The dark figures were fast, spreading around the edge of the tavern and moving back towards the survivors where the screams grew louder. Belia had began to fire her arrows in succession, each arrow hitting their target where they burst into an explosion, a scorch impression of their form on the walls and furniture, smoking rings appearing on the floor, where they once stood. Her arrows shooting through them and sticking into the walls near them.

She heard the commotion behind the pair and began to slowly move around the bar, him behind her in tow. As they saw the entrance for the tunnel, she grabbed her last arrow from her hidden quiver and drawn back as she fixed her eyes on her next target. Her next words came out sharp and demanding, “Go down into the tunnel and follow the path...I’ll be there soon…..GO NOW!” She released the arrow as one of the dark figures lunged at the pair, their form exploding in mid air and casting black burnt embers around them. Her arrow pierces into the support beam above them, her lip raising in frustration for a moment before she places her hand on his back and pushes him towards the entrance.

As he approaches the entrance, the smell of musty moistness mixed with salt would hit him. He would be able to hear the others as they follow the path. Depending on his hearing, he may even hear the crash of waves coming through the tunnel. The tunnel ends with a path that leads down the side of cliff to the beach below.

Once she was aware that he knew she meant what she said, she climbed on top of the bar top and assessed the situation, raising her fingers to unclasp her fur cloak. Then leaping from the bar, she extended one hand out and grabbed her arrow from the support beam, drawing her bowstring back with the arrow in place and launched it at a tall dark figure coming after the man she had conflicted with before, saving him from the unexpected attack. Her movements were quick as she made her way around the tavern, pulling her arrows free, breaking a few in the process.

She looked quickly around as her arrow supply began to dwindle down, her eyes look back towards the entrance for a brief second before more survivors pushed their way to the tunnel.
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Post by Uriel_of_Auror » Tue Jan 15, 2019 12:15 pm

Uriel panicked again, how could he not? He worried about Belia. He didn't want her to die just so that he could live. He didn't move deeper into the sea tunnel, although it seemed the safest plan. He couldn't exactly help her either. The salt in his nose seared his sinuses and his eyes started to sting slightly. However that didn't last, because he left the tunnel.

Uriel crawled under the legs of the fleeing farmers and hugged the back of the bar, ring in hand. He slowly stood and peered over the counter at Belia who was doing the best she could to halt the aggressors. He noticed something though. Each time a creature turned to ash, he didn't feel remorse or fear like he did at the deaths of the patrons. Why was that? What made them dieing any different?

Belia was doing a good job as far as Uriel could tell. She was precise and hadn't missed a shot yet. Warmth slowly washed over his face, starting in the ears and cheeks. His face grew bright red like he was blushing. He was impressed and amazed at her display. He had no regrets about leaving the tunnel.

Belia at one point would have clearly seen Uriel if he hadn't ducked behind the counter again. However he wasn't alone back there. In the fighting, one of the creatures had managed to slide behind the bar. He shrieked and dropped his ring on the floor between himself and the creature. The two lunged at each other, Uriel for his ring and the creature for Uriel's throat.

There was a crash and then silence behind the bar, though the fighting elsewhere ensued. After a few brief moment Uriel emerged from behind the bar in shock. He had a scrape on his neck and was covered in ash, but otherwise seemed okay. He was wearing his ring now and in the same hand he held a short sword that hadn't been there before.

Around his wrist were five glowing blue orbs with one of them pulsing in and out of existence. He didn't know what happened let alone how he it happened, but it seems he had a means of helping out now. Uriel looked to Belia as if for approval or some kind of directions. Should he return to the tunnel or help out up here? He was scared either way.

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Post by DMLyJa » Tue Jan 15, 2019 3:53 pm

Belia’s eyes were quick to target the foes, her inner rage controlling her as she grabs hold of a short sword from the torso of a corpse. She approached the creatures with no fear it seemed, thrusting the blades tip though their form, spinning to the next as the former exploded behind her. The menacing man roaring loudly as he hacks and slashes at the creatures across from the tavern, his face twisted in carnal blood lust.

There was a group huddled near a wall as they tried to make their way towards the tunnels entrance, a single member holding a blade out limply and shaking in front of them. She moved towards the group, motioning with a nod of her head for them to make a break for it. As the group neared the back of the bar, the crash was heard by her half pointed ears. Uriels head peeking up from behind the bar caused a frustrated growl to escape her lips. She secured the back of the bar as the group headed into the tunnel. With all the adrenaline pumping through her form, her grasp on the back of Uriels neck as she directed him back into the tunnel was surprisingly gentle.

As he went into the tunnel, a few more pushed into the the tunnel as well, blocking him from being able to come back up and now the crowd began to move, taking him in their direction as they all began to run, pushing him along like a tide. She sighed in a faint moment of relief knowing he was to be safe before her head turned to look over her shoulder, at the same time she felt something pierce her skin; a small cry escaped her lips before she reached over her head and took hold of the creature and flipped it over her shoulder to land on the table in front of her. Pinning its form with one hand as it thrashed around in attempt to get off its back, she reaches to her opposite bracer and pulled the dagger free before slamming it into its chest. It shrieked a beastly cry before exploding under her. Blackened glowing embers force their way out from a now unseen center, sizzling the skin they land on briefly; her hands searing from proximity.

She hissed loudly as she clenched her hands, her emerald eyes beginning to glow as she raises them upwards to see the number of farmers dwindling as the number of darkened creatures surged forth from the broken tavern entrance. Moving quickly, she dept over the bar and took hold of a barrel of ale and began to pull on it to cover the access point for the tunnel. She tugged at the crate with all her might, moving it very slowly though due to its weight and her size.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” The booming voice of menacing man who stood tall and intimidating shouted at her before shoving pitchfork into a black being, walking away as it exploded behind him. He sneered at her as he glared daggers at her, as if trying to peer into her soul and shove his presence into her mind. “I’ll be damned if you sign my life away!”

His large hands take hold of her shoulders and lifted her to his height in a crushing grasp. Belia struggled to free herself from his grasp before he brings her in close and chuckles as he stares into her eyes. With a sudden movement, she is thrown across the tavern, landing on a table that collapses under her weight. The impact knocked the air from her lungs as her eyes widen, the struggle for a breath of oxygen, the colors beginning to dance around in her vision and the sight of the darkened creatures beginning to surround her. Finally, her torso releases the tension enough for a noisy gasp to fill her lungs and her vision slowly starts to improve, just enough to start to lose hope.

Her glowing eyes began brighten as her natural fear begins to break from its confines inside her, her fists balled up at her sides as a loud, vibrating shout parts by her lips. Stretching her balled fists outwards, she brings them to meet, opening as the grow closer, releasing a loud sonic sound. The sonic waves rang out from her battle cry and clap, vibrating the entirety of the tavern. Bouncing off every item and ricocheting to strike another, the dark figures slamming backwards in one even movement. The keg rocks back and forth before the menacing man, the one whom signed her fate, dropped into the tunnel; the keg tipping over and blocking the hole.

As the sound waves continued to bounce off items, they began to explode into shattered pieces. The darkened creatures began to fall back onto the shards of wood, piercing their forms….causing each of them to explode at the same time, too many at once for the underground tavern to contain. The tree hiding the tavern exploded into bright flaming shards, the sight can be seen from the bottom of the cliff where the sea lie. Then the sound of crashing waves and popping from the burning remains of the tree is all that can be heard.

The survivors of the tunnel stared in shock before looking around at each other, several turning their gaze to the tunnel. They waited, some hoping they weren’t the only survivors, others praying that the creatures weren’t coming. Several men grabbed a hold of random driftwood and holds them up in a club fashion, then….there it was….echoes of footsteps. Breathes were suddenly held as their forms tensed again, the armed standing in front of those with no weapons or aiding the injured.

His large menacing form seemed to fill the tunnels exit as he emerges, his eyes glaring at them all as he begins to walk by, his stare daring one of them to strike.
Current Active RP's I Am Participating In:

Sirens Call Tavern - Belia Frelve'len | Tempted Fates - Fayette 'Faye' Delsh
Rite Of Passage - Anniyah 'Ann' Crest | A Long Journey - Sarkin V'leppe

Thanks for all the fun folks!!

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