The Bubbling Stein

[Galea]

OOC: Xarnata, are you supposed to be a shade or liche or something similar? If so, why are you placing yourself in an Inn? You shouldn't behave like the rest of us and while the Inn is accepting of all races, you wouldn't technically be a race but some sort of undead being.

Also LOL at VioletJane working in the kitchen.

The man introduced himself as "Fallen" and seemed to welcome Galea's presence openly. Fallen told him that he was on a quest to recover his past but had few clues to go on. Galea sadly didn't have much if any to contribute but said that he had all the time in the world and was willing to accompany him for the time being.
Just then one of the two at the door stepped outside while the other walked over to Fallen and his self. He introduced himself as Gen and said that the individual who stepped outside wanted to talk to them. After exchanging a confused looked with Fallen, Galea was about to leave and find out what was going on when a 4th character approached their table.

The orc slowly walked over and begun to babble in such nonsense that Galea couldn't make out more then a phrase or two. Something about "North Woods" and perhaps.. trouble? Galea looked to Fallen and Gen to see if they had made more sense out of the creatures attempt at communication.

[Gen]

"Common tongue orc!", Gen ordered,"You speak with noble men here, not ur savage kin."
He really wasnt fond of orcs, however this one had caused no harm here. He decided to tone down a bit.
"What is this trouble u speak of?"

[fallen]

After exchanging confused looks with Galea, Fallen and Galea continued to listen but not understanding. Out of all the words that came out of the orcs' mouth only a few made any sort of sense. It was clear. There was some sort of trouble in the northern words. Eugenides didn't seem fond of the orc's speaking.

"Orc," Fallen spoke rising from his chair and extending his hand, "I am no noble man as he suggests," shifting his eyes at Gen, "calm yourself and say again what you said. It would be much appreciated if you were able to say it in a tone that everyone would understand." The orc seemed rather surprised that a human was so kind and began to repeat his previous story.

[oximus]

As I heard how the first human spoke to me. I was not sure if this was a good idea for it seemed that he did not like orcs all that much. But as the other hooded human spoke I felt a little better about doing this for he was much kinder to me. Sorry let me try this again. I heard you guy talking about the northern woods, and I was wounding if there was trouble up that way because I was heading that way myself. Is that better for you guys? All and before I forget my name is Oximus or Ox for short. As I extend my hand to the hooded man that was kind to me first and then to the other two to see if they would return the same gesture to me.

[Gryphon]

As Gryphon waited outside for what seemed like an eternity he wondered to himself if the other adventurers felt or heard the small quake. The horses were getting riled up as the quake in the distance kept getting closer and closer to the Tavern.

Gryphon looked off in the distance at what seemed to be falling stars. A quake and then a glint of starlight in the sky. But as this quake got closer Gryphon noticed that these were not falling stars but mere towers of Jaded Glass. They were coming up from the ground at the most random spots and shot up to the sky with the sunlight reflecting off of their points.

This worried Gryphon and quickly ran back into the tavern he took off in such a sprint that the hood to his cloak flew back. Entering the tavern Gryphon noticed all the adventurers together at one table. Gryphon frantically ran over to the table to warn the others.

"Adventurers, come outside quick something Mysterious is at work here."

[fallen]

Before Fallen could respond to the orc, he began to feel tremors beneath his feet. As he felt this he looked around at the other adventurers to see if they felt it also. Before anyone had any sort of time to react the stranger who left before came bolting back in nearly knocking the door of the tavern off of its hinges. Fallen noticed that his hood no longer covered his face. This stranger was a goblin. He quickly came up to the table and told all gathered there to quickly go outside.

As they left the tavern, Fallen instantly felt a sense of dread. Following the gaze of the goblin he realized what had been causing the tremors he felt. Gigantic spires of pure crystal now stretched towards the sky from the ground. Without a moments hesitation Fallen announced, "I'm going to go investigate these strange spires. I'm not sure what it is, but i can't shake this feeling that something bad is going to happen. With or without your help i'm leaving." Fallen ran towards the stable and grabbed the first horse he could get a hold of and rode as fast as he could towards the spires.

[xarnata]

(OOC)- I'm not exactly a lich or undead being. I am simply a magic using human who's soul was bound to something else. Shadows show the portions of my soul that were bound to objects, and the 2 runes on my hands show that both of those races together bound those portions of my souls into objects away from my reach. I'll give you a slight portion of his backgound story. He's human who tried to use raw magic (Elderich) and found himself in the clutches of an insane wizard. The wizard taught him how to harness the Elderich in the form of enchantments and magical weaves (Enchanting a person rather than an object-say giving them a health bonus) This wizard had put a weave on him to think that orcs and elves were daemons in which to be slain and their hearts to be used in his potions, which made him an outlaw to both kinds. Upon failing a weave of his own to save his insane captor/benefactor he caused his death, which sent him into a self shunning. Upon leaving to explore the area around him, he was quickly taken and braned by an orc's high shaman and an elven priestess having his heart's ability to forgive himself and his hands to prevent him from lifting any magical object. These actions caused him to recede from the world and wander from place to place, selling magical wares and occasionally let loose daemons who use his holed soul as a port from one plane to another. (OOC end)

Xarnata finished eating the food and drink. His slightly tipsy demenor pulled him from his shell as it always did, his hair was short and dark blonde, his eyes vaguely opened were of a deep green and already blood shot. His skin was not as pale as one would think for being away from light in such a deep robe, but he looked like a commoner. He pulled his hands out and put on gloves that hid only the symbols, picked up the coin, stood up and did a strange bow, his hand behind his back and over his head. Many silver coins fell from the single coin as he hiccuped and dropped the origional coin on the table. "There's my tab. Don't worry, they don't vanish." He smiled to show food grimed teeth and took out a metal needle to pick at them with, heading outside and looking at the crystaline spires. He noticed as a horse raced towards the spires and cocked his head to the side. He sniffed the air and coughed "That's a lot of elderich. Maybe I can finally fix my hands so I can finally wear my master's old ring." He removed one glove and ran two fingers over the runes of his left hand. "Tse ka don" He slumped over and laughed, replacing the glove. "Some people expect magic to be complicated." He waved his hand to the ground an began hovering above it, air seeming to be coming from the bottom of his shroud. He began to dash without moving his legs as fast as the horse, keeping pace from behind. *Hiccup!*

(OOC) sorry for takign so long too, was moving from indiana to tennessee (Though one day I hope to be back again, but this time with the wife XD)