Welcome to Fire Lotus Tavern...

*barely visible in the darkest shadows of the Tavern, RelExpo nods to all gathered*

 

The lady smiles kindly at Gunga Din, and slides her pistachios within his reach to share. She jumps slightly at the hammer of the drums under Lord Shark's toothy grin. Hearing Link announce something a bit odd, she shrugs, knowing he means to be helpful. She nods to RelExpo, and enjoys the company of her new friends.

 

*Starts to eat pistachios*

*Picks out a large one and tosses it in the direction of RelExpo*

RelExpo, in disarray, slides his hand down....to the hilt of his sword . His eyes start to investigate the Tavern's patrons.

 

as the bustle of the tavern picks up, the man cloaked in red finishes another tankard of ale, and begins eating a mutton chop. Less aware of the surroundings than previous due to the alcohol throughout the day, the hood falls back, exposing white thick hair as he eats

 

Dennis wakes up hidden between the bushes in the garden, his druid robe soaked with an unidentified liquid. While he tries to remember what happened, a biting stench fills his nose. "Stupid cat!" he thinks to himself and walks down to the nearby river to get cleaned. As he washes himself, a vision appears in the stream, a vision of a man painting a Dragon-Bone-Throne in charcoal and chalk utilizing some arcane device. He watches in admiration of the skill being displayed. Freshly cleaned, inspired and happy he walks back into the tavern to order another beer and maybe draw a bit before embarking on the daily trip to the dreaded mundane workplace.

 

* sits at a table finally noticing the other people who've come in after finishing his third plate of the special of the day *
Wonders to himself: "Is the food better here than it was back in my home world? Getting harder to remember..."
* sees what the cook here has in store for dessert *

 

*Pokes Dennis*

Its mid afternoon, you never made it to work my friend.

 

*smiles despite herself, slowly caressing the polished oak of the bar with an ale stained cloth* Lotus observes that glasses are full, laughter echos amongst the rafters, and all is as it should be...

 

Mugly hops lazily into the tavern, paying special mind to the feet around him. With effort, he leaps to a stool, then onto the bar. In booming voice despite his diminutive size, he croaks, "A small bowla worms and somma yer best stump water. If'n ye please."

 

Haha ! Yes, makes more sense now. Whoops !!! OOC !!..........*Looks to Firelotus for another Pint of Ale*

 

Oh no! This means those past couple of hours where only a dream. Dennis re-evaluates his thoughts about his job and thinks it's not so bad for his supervisor is very nice and friendly and she told him that she liked his humor (twice recently). Dennis smiles and orders another beer.

 

After two straight days of washing plates and drinking ale ...... * Passes out *

 

*Walks into the FireLotus Tavern and looks around** "Hail everyone!" **Sits down at the nearest table and orders a drink of New Britannian Ale**

 

The lady places Gunga Din's pack under his head, and ponders how he can sleep there on the kitchen floor. She goes back to her table, passing by Mugly with no little curiousity. Smiling brightly at Daven Rock, she waves briefly, and makes herself comfortable. The Tavern is inviting.

 

*Snores*

 

It was raining… Large droplets splashed everywhere, drowning out any sounds other than the continuous pounding of the water on the ground as it covered everything in sight. Kalvaer kept his head down, his hands tucked in his robes while trying not to think about anything. Of course, as soon as one tried to clear your mind, you thought about everything other than nothing. He watched his boots rhythmically sinking into the mud and slowly pulling free again with a slight sucking pop, and carried on walking through the pouring rain, drenched to the bone. The more he thought about nothing… the more he realised he couldn’t remember when last it had NOT been raining. Days, weeks, months…

He had been drifting around for at least 10 years, That much at least he remembered. He had stopped every now and then, trying his hand at something new, but it never lasted. Not like it used to in any case. He blamed old age, He blamed the lost dragons, He even blamed the sun (or lack thereof), but mostly he blamed himself. After all, nobody was stopping him from settling down. He had thought of buying a farm somewhere quiet or even building a little cottage up on the mountains. He had almost got that last one right at least, but sooner or later something inside always started stirring. It tugged at him and pulled and pulled and before he knew it, he was walking again. Through the rain that never stopped.

He wanted… no … he NEEDED that adventure, that thrill of the hunt, the feeling of excitement one felt when you thought you would not make tomorrow, as a Lich slowly drained the last life from your strained and tired flesh, just as you somehow struck that killing blow, that sent it tumbling back to the depths of the hell it had clawed its way out of. Afterwards there were always cheers from friends and companions as you all laughed together, licking your wounds and consuming the finest ale that gold sovereigns could buy. Those were the days he needed again, those were the days he craved.

His eyes squinted at a sudden flash of light and he grimaced realising that his hands were in front of him, gently caressing the ball of flames that had formed between his palms. Steam sizzled as the water from his robe heated up and dripped down his arms. Frustrated, He flicked all his fingers at once, and the flames snapped out of existence. The light however didn’t…

He looked up from the ground, and found himself standing not too far away from what appeared to be a tavern. He couldn’t remember one being out this way, but he also wasn’t sure where this way even was. The light that had disturbed his thoughts of nothingness was streaming out from its shutters and he thought he heard laughter. He turned his head towards the doors, straining to listen when it suddenly hit him. He didn’t need to strain very hard at all because the rain had actually stopped.
He was still wet though, and a large mug of ale, next to a roaring fire to dry his clothes and maybe put some heat back into his soul was all he could suddenly think of. He pulled his robe tightly over his shoulders, sucked his boots out of the muddy clay and headed towards the doors.

“Hope.. Maybe there is some left” he thought as he slowly pushed open the doors and tried to slip into the shadows.