[Nexus] The Black Dragon's Den

[Artemis97]

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A thin plank of wood hangs beneath the old grey sign:

Under New Management


This old warehouse by the docks and on the edge of the city slums has numerous secret passageways and tunnels leading to it. When you walk in, either from the street or below, you see a freshly cleaned interior that actually looks somewhat welcoming, however, as a seedy hive of smugglers, pirates, and home of the local wererat assassin guild; this is a rough place to have a drink.

The back half of the building has been converted into a set of rooms, used by those who need a bit of privacy, whether to have a private card game, hold a secret meeting, or just to get away from the world while enjoying a dose of some of the more exotic items the Den serves. We don't care what you do here, just don't leave a mess. Just keep in mind, the walls are a little thin back there, and can be listened through (or busted through), so be careful.

The gambling scene is lively here, with craps, three-dragon ante, and darts, among other things. There are certainly not knife-fights held in the ring in the basement. Come early for a ringside seat. Gambling is permitted. Anyone caught betting against themselves will be killed, or worse. So don't do it.

The servers are all NPC goblins. They are: Blackeye, Hooktooth, and Daggernose.
The cook is a goblin woman named Sicklewort.
The NPC bouncer is Gnarl, the orc.

The menu is as follows:

Drinks

Common Drinks
All the common drinks are available in an extremely wide range of qualities, brands, and prices. Just remember- you pay for what you get.

Absinthe
Ale
Beer
Brandy
Coffee
Hard Cider
Kumis (Fermented milk)
Mead
Rum
Tea
Tequila
Vodka
Whiskey
Wine

Specialty Drinks
The specialty drinks are either crafted here or ordered specially from other sources. Normally they are higher class and more palatable, but that is not always the case...
Black Shadow-
A strong concoction guaranteed to send a chill down your spine at any temperature.
Damned Soul Nectar-
Yummy. Damned souls. Perfect for demons, devils, or anyone else lacking a conscience.
Devil Brew-
It tastes good, though drinking it will gradually corrupt your soul to evil.
Drow Spiderblood Wine-
A specialty drow wine with a strong bite, and a hint of spider venom. Alcohol isn't the only thing you have to worry about when drinking it... but it does taste good.
Firewine-
This wine is created in a way that literally leaves the top simmering and flaming. Only recommended to those who have a good fire resistance. However, it is extremely warm and has a fairly sweet taste.
Frenzywater-
You want to know what it is like to see red? Frenzywater will having you raging like a barbarian.
Goblin Thudrud Beer-
A favorite of goblins... but described by others as smelling like a rotten, flaming cow.
Hearth Brew Mead
This is a sweet mead with raspberries, rhubarb and some kind of ingredient that makes you feel warm when you drink it.
Ichor Liquor-
A mixture of blood and alcohol made especially for our vampiric friends. It can be served neat, on the rocks, or specially heated to 98.6 F.
Liquid Agony-
A drink brewed and distilled from the agony of victims, and quite sweet and tasty, but very addictive.
Mindflayer Mead-
A special brew for those squid-headed fellows. Also appropriate for Zombies, or anyoen else who likes the taste of brains.
Mushroom Wine
An Underdark drink fermented from mushrooms. It has a good deal of sugar added to it and tastes sweet, but may cause hallucinations...
Orc Kragg Liquor-
Strong. Disgusting. Manly.
Poisonbite Cocktail-
This brew is mixed of several poisons and rum. It induces extreme euphoria, and will drain the drinker's strength and mental capacities for a day or so.
Rat Mead-
This foul concoction is meant more for drinking games, and less for taste. You'll need a strong stomach to keep it down.

Aesa's Mixes
These are only available when Aesa is in, and beware if you order them... everytime it changes, and it is always dangerous.
Crazy Cocktail-
Whatever Aesa feels like putting in. Not normally fatal.
Death by Aesa-
Almost exactly like what it sounds. It has enough poisons, diseases, and energies to kill anyone with immunities to them.
Ingredients:

Magical Effects:
Curse of Constitution
Touch of Fatigue
Deep Slumber
Fist of Subduing Force
Subtle Death (normal magical and supernatural poison and disease resistance/immunities are bypassed. Resistances and Immunities due to body and form are unaffected.)

Poisons:
Nitharit
Sassone Leaf Residue
Black Lotus Extract
Arsenic
Dark Reaver Powder
Titan Blood

Instantly Causes:
Demon Fever
Devil Chills
Mummy Rot
Slimy Doom

Magical Item Effects:
Poisoned Potion
Flask of Curses
Dust of Sneezing and Choking

Imbued with Negative Energy and Essence of Ghast.
Mix with 90% Ethanol, and 10% Methanol.
Essence of Disintegrate-
A clear liquid that has no taste. It gives you a pleasant tingling sensation that means your mouth, throat, and vital organs are being dissolved. Please clean up after yourself.
False Valhalla-
A drink that uses a combination of frenzywater, titan's blood (poison similar to frenzywater), happy juice, and the Wonder Trip additive. Causes insane, joyful rages that normally end in mass destruction.

Other

Food
Like the drinks, the food ranges in quality and price... the menu is currently under improvement.
Bread-
Crusty, burnt, soggy, or rotten. It's not your choice. A better bakery is "under construction" in the back. Thanks to a newly built brick oven, the bread is actually quite good now, baked fresh daily.
Dragon Steak-
This tender, extremely tasty steak is excellently prepared, but its source is undisclosed...
Fish of the Day-
The catch of the day, or yesterday... be sure to specify "fresh."
Puffer fish liver-
Tetrodotoxin, anyone? Extreme poison is ahead.
Soup-
Most common soups are available, but pay for what you want, or you'll get something else. Served in a bread bowl.

Mushrooms
Our mushrooms are well acclaimed for their taste and subtle poisons. If you have enemies, make sure they you didn't get something other than what you asked for...
Amanita-
A hallucinogenic mushroom that is fairly toxic. May cause nausea, sensory distortions, mood changes, and loss of equilibrium. Retrograde amnesia frequently results following recovery. Serious poisonings cause delirium, seizures, or comas.
Chanterelle-
An edible but unremarkable mushroom. Available pickled or dried.
Lorchel-
Also known as false morels (due to similarity in appearance), eating these raw results in extreme liver failure or death. Properly prepared, however, they are quite delicious. Available both raw and parboiled (properly prepared).
Morchella-
Also known as morels, these very prized and tasty mushrooms are available raw.
Omphalotus-
This mushroom looks the same as the Chanterelle. It is extremely appealing in smell and appearance, but has a mild toxicity that will lead to vomiting and cramps.
Oyster-
Unlike other mushrooms, this one has no confusing look alikes, and is prized for that quality alone. Served raw or stuffed.
Porcini-
Also known as Boletus ("superior"), the porcini is highly regarded and is served raw or sautéed with butter.
Portabello-
While edible, this is either described as plain or only slightly sweet. Available raw or stuffed.
Psilocybin-
This mushroom is famed for its hallucinogenic effects, while lacking dangerous toxins. Available raw and dried.
Shiitake-
These mushrooms are normally added to ordered soups. Available dried or raw.

Drink Additives
Buy them for your drink, or for someone else's drink... everything goes here.
Doze Pill-
A combination of magical energies and herbs guaranteed to put the drinker to sleep in a few minutes.
Hanger's Drop-
Ask for this in someone's drink to put them six feet under. Commonly means poison, though other methods can be bought depending on the target.
Happy Juice-
As seen in Malleo's shop. Turns the hair pink, and makes the drinker extremely happy.
Wonder Trip-
A mixture of magic and poison that causes extreme hallucinations and delirium which are not directly harmful or toxic.

Other Additives are available, you just have to ask.

Other Drugs
If it doesn't get you drunk, and it isn't a mushroom... we still sell it.
Arhtorvin
A gray powder made by different magic plants, Arthorvin is extremely calming. It is ingested, and numbs emotions and reactions.
Baccaran
A paste made of numerous, undisclosed substances, this is a mild hallucinogen that becomes more powerful as it is used in repetition and increased dosage.
Dreammist
This drug is formed into a tea, and then the vapors are inhaled. It causes incredibly beautiful and wonderful hallucinations that make the world seem dull in comparison. Overdose is extremely debilitating, as is directly drinking the substance.
Devilweed
A tobacco-like substance that is moderately addictive and makes the smoker skittish and more easily confused. Users enjoy it because it glazes over the memories of whatever happens during its effective.
Luhix
A powder made from plants grown in the abyss. It is sprinkled on self inflicted wounds- initially it causes intense pain, then numbs the body entirely. It is one of the most addictive substances known amongst the planes, but overdosing even a little may cause terrible, painful death.
Mertoran Leaf
This leaf is dried and treated. It is not very addictive, but it is cheap, popular, and boosts confidence. Ingested, not smoked.
Redflower Leaves
These leaves are only moderately addictive, but are known to give a boost to hand-eye coordination, making them popular among those who often engage in knife tossing or dart throwing. They are consumed raw and chewed.
Sannish
This blue liquid is made out of unknown ingredients and causes euphoria. It has a tendency to stain flesh and anything else it touches. Overdosing causes intense numbness.

This is by no means the limit of what we can get our hands on, just ask and we'll see what we can do.

Games
As a new addition to the Black Dragon's Den, there is a back room where all kinds of gaming take place. Goblins generally oversee the games and make sure things are fair... but everyone here can be bribed. Best to keep an eye on things yourself.

Card Games
-Coming Soon-

Dice Games
We provide all of the dice used here... unless you slip them out of our sleeve. "Better" dice can be bought with a quiet word and a few coin, though we don't provide protection from those who find out that you've used them.

Coin Pass
This is a simple dice game played with a pair of six sided dice, and is generally best with four or more players.
Each player puts out two coins (generally one type of coin is chosen, copper, silver, gold, or platinum) and then, in turn, each player rolls the dice.
If a player rolls a one, they take one of their coins and place it in the pot.
If a player rolls a six, they take one of their coins and pass it to the person on the left. This continues until only one player has coins, at which time they take the pot.
If a player has no coins left, they have one round to wait for someone to pass them a coin (by roll of a six), after which they can buy their way back in. You can only buy your way back into a game once.

Serpent's Eyes
This game is played with a pair of six sided dice, and a game board in the shape of the world serpent.
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Before the game begins, the number of rounds to play are determined, though the game may end ahead of time, or when one player runs out of coins/chips. Generally people play with a large number of rounds (double digits).
A round is completed once every player has rolled the dice once.
The dice start with the player closest to the seven on the board.
When a player rolls the dice, he does one of three things.
If he rolls any number 3-11, he places a coin on the corresponding number on the board, or, if the number is already filled with coins, they take the coins off of that number.
If he rolls a 2, he places a coin on every number on the board.
If he rolls a 12, he takes all coins from the board.


Warship
This game is played with five dice for each player. The person who rolls first is normally determined randomly.
The goal of the game is to create the best 'ship', where a 'ship' is a straight formed either forwards (1,2,3) or backwards (3,2,1). To create a straight, you roll the dice, and choose anywhere from 0-3 numbers from them. Your first chosen die is your starting number (IE, a number on either end of a straight), the second die chosen has to be the middle number of your straight, and the third die chosen is the last of your straight.
You have three rolls of the dice to form a straight. Whenever you choose one of these die, you remove it from the dice you roll to get the next number.
The game progresses like this:
1) Each player places an amount of money agreed on when the game starts.
2) Each player rolls the dice once, chooses any dice from their roll that they want, then either adds in the money first agreed on again, or passes from the game, but leaves any money they first bet in the pot (Note that everyone can see what die you have chosen, if you have chosen a die already).
3) Repeat the second step once more, then every player rolls the dice once more, and the person with the ship with the highest straight wins. If someone creates a ship one the first or second roll, they still bet, but do not have to roll until the last round (which is only done in case of ties).

If no one has a straight, the winner is based on the person with the highest number set aside (with only players with dice set aside competing). If there is a tie in highest numbers, they go to the second die set aside (with only players with two dice competing). If there is a tie between set aside die, they proceed with the same process into the dice they last rolled (excluding those set aside)

If two people have the same straight, they compare the numbers rolled on their last turn (not including the ones placed into their "ship"). The person with the highest numbers wins.

The winner takes all money in the pot. Generally, more than one game is played at once.

Other Games
These may be more or less 'games' as such... but are just as entertaining.

Darts
Bet on how well someone will throw, whether they can do it with their eyes closed... with their left hand... or if they can dodge a knife- it's all good. There are a few different dart boards, so any number of rings and scoring areas can be played with.

Knife Fights
We hold knife fights here every once in a while, down in the basement. To surrender or death. Place your bets, folks.
-No current list of PC fighters. Contact management to arrage something 'formal.'

[Morty]

Dipsnig's plot clone enters Black Dragon's Den. Well well, what do we have here? Dipsnig is a small, brown-skinned goblin wearing a leather armor and a sleevless grey blouse over it.

[VampireRot]

Oooh! Vampire Rot's plot clone enters the tavern. He sits down at a stool and grins at Blackeye.

"The usual. Liquid Agony."

Rot sips his drink slowly, savoring the emotions. Though the Ichor was specially made for vampires, Rot preferred live prey or the feelings of agony and fear from the drink. And of course Rot's been a regular here. Don't you remember? Winkwinknudgenudgepassacoinalong?

[Earl of Purple]

A white-skinned humanoid creature enters the Den. He's wearing a leather loincloth and a heavy blindfold over large eyes. Protruding from the center of his forehead is a stalk of flesh ending in a glowing bulb, and similar light-generating organs are on his wrists. He's at least 7ft tall, maybe taller if he didn't slouch. Some patrons may recognise him as a Deeptroll, a breed of cave-dwelling giant rarely found at depths less than a mile from the surface. One of the goblin waiters leads him to a table suited for his size. Dhark Deadtimes, without anybody reading the menu to him.

[Artemis97]

"I do believe they would call it a bar." Says a well-dressed drow standing behind the bar. "I like to call it mine." Raril flashes a grin at Dipsing. "What can I do for you?"

Rot gets an odd look from his server. He'd never seen him in here before. But if he was going to pretend he was a regulr, that was fine. So long as he paid.

The deeptroll catches the attention of the Drow behind the bar. Raril hadn't seen one of those since he left the Underdark. he thought it was odd that it would be up here. Then again, he was up here too, wasn't he?

[The Bushranger]

And it's about right...now...

...that the shadows in a corner ripple and swirl...

...and a moment later thicken, as Becky comes tumbling out.

Possibly holding onto Ilpholin.

[VampireRot]

"You two!? Oh dark and cynical gods!"

Becky and maybe Ilpholin will find themselves being glared at by a certain vampire. Rot drinks down the rest of his Liquid Agony and nods to one of the goblin servers for a refill. He might need a lot more with those two here. :smallannoyed:

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin is dragged through. She looks around.
"That was..." The nymph trails off as she notices Rot Raril.
Some staring results.

[Artemis97]

So long as Rot keeps paying, he will continue to be served.

The grin dissappears from Raril's face when he spots Ilpholin. "Oh Nine Hells." He grumbles. "What are you doing here?"

[Shadow of the Sun]

There is a wind. An ill wind, perhaps? I don't know. All I know is that it manages to blow the door of the tavern open.

And then flies in a butterfly. One with a rather striking purple colour. It flutters around wildly, moving from place to place without any seem purpose.

Eventually, it lands on an ornament on the wall.

And then...

There is a blinding flash of purple. One that somehow fills the bar from every direction. No matter where you're looking, it's there.

Standing just below where the butterfly was, there is a besuited person. Anyone who's seen the Gentleman will notice the resemblance- a grey suit, with very bright buttons, perfectly made shoes, and a top-hat pulled down over the eyes.

Of course, the long red hair and pointy ears rather ruin the resemblance.

"Whoo! That was fun."

[The Bushranger]

Becky skids across the floor a bit, not being used to the mechanics of pulling somebody along with her through the shadows, and rolls to a halt...right at Rot's feet.
Looking up at him.
She blinks in surprsise, then smirks.
"Oh, look what the black cat dragged in," she quips, as she rolls away and goes to stand, giving the bartender an odd look at his grumbling.

And not just because he's grumbling like Cosmo, either.

"...because the Taverna's on fire?" she says, completely reasonably.

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin's face slowly breaks into a wide grin. A smirk even. :smallamused:
"I got dragged here as the last Tavern I was in went up in FIRE!" She throws up her arms dramatically to emphasize the point.

Then tries to grab Becky and push her forward.
"Daddy I'd like you to meet my date, Becky. Becky, this is daddy."

[Artemis97]

Raril blinks, both at the sudden purple light, but also at the pair of girls that just tumbled into his bar.

The last bar they were in was on fire? Did his daughter just say she was dating this girl? He wondered briefly if that sort of activity was genetic.

"Nice to meet you. Please don't set my bar on fire. Sicklewort's tried that enough times as it is, with the new oven." He sighs and decides he need a drink. There were perks to owning the enitre barstock. "Are either of you hurt?" He asks the girls as he pours himself a glass of dark mushroom wine.

He recognizes Sunn and waves, although he seems a tad distracted. Still, he pulls out an extra glass for her.

[Shadow of the Sun]

Sunn waves back, walks over, and leans on the bar.

"Pint o' Scotch, please, Raril. And keep 'em coming."

She absent-mindedly twirls her cane as she looks at Becky and Ilphorin. The hat is still down over her eyes, though.

[VampireRot]

Rot is indeed paying. He has a rather large income from mugging and eating people at night. Off-screen of course, if I made posts about it all the do-gooders would stop em.

"You're the one that got dragged in..."

Rot grumbles and scowls. His plot clone was here to relax. Not to get harassed by these goons. :smallannoyed: *chug*

[The Bushranger]

Hey, you don't usually meet the parents on a first date! :smalleek:

...at least, that's what's running through Becky's mind at the moment as, for a moment, her face betrays a stunned expression - then, one of sheer panic.

Before she composes herself, and nods. "Er...hello there. Good to meetcha," the Goth-looking shadowcaster says to Raril. "And no, I'm not hurt now no thanks to that stupid cat," she mutters, a rip still quite noticable in the side of the stomach of her top, as she looks over to Sunn, and nods in greeting. "Funky outfit."

[Reinholdt]

The nymph with purple hair, very tight leather clothing and a whip on her back, hops onto a barstool.

"We didn't set the place on fire, it just spontanously combusted." She tells Raril, giving her most innocent look. Which considering her get-up and general giddy sadistic demeanor, isn't all that innocent.

"I'm not really hurt. The mean eldritch vampire kitty that was supposed to be Mister Squiggles din-din bruised me a bit I guess. But I handled it."

:smalleek: "MISTER SQUIGGLES! Oh I hope he's alright." :smallfrown:

[ApeofLight]

Tebtranlyn also comes in quickly opening and closing the door. He coughs a bit and shakes the soot off of himself. Then he sees Ilpholin and another drow that looks strangely familiar. So, he walks over keeping his hood up to hide his face so he can get a better look at Raril.

[VampireRot]

"And I hope he's burned to death."

Rot takes another huge sip of his drink.

"Keep em coming."

[Beans]

In walks a rather odd-looking young girl (I'd say 16-17 at a glance).

The fleece-lined longcoat, dull newsboy cap, chaps, cowboy boots, black hair and bleached bangs... that's not quite so odd when you take a look behind her amber-tinted glasses and see the lack of eyes. Or sockets. Or any indication that eyes would ever go there.
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She looks around at all the interesting people.

[Artemis97]

"Sure Sunn." Raril nods and puts a pint glass on the bartop, along with a large bottle of rather good quality scotch. "Oh, I should introduce you. This is my daughter, Ilpholin, and her friend Becky." He explains, gesturing to the girls with his wine glass before taking a long sip.

"Now what cat is this, and who is Mister Squiggles?" For some odd reason, the drow felt he needed to fix whatever was wrong. He knew it really wasn't any of his business and shouldn't get involved but that didn't change the way he felt.

Teb goes unnoticed by Raril. He's focused on other things, and one more shady figure in this palce was nothing to be alarmed about.

[Shadow of the Sun]

Sunn pours herself a glass of Scotch, full to the brim. "Cheers to you, Raril."

She looks at the folk he was introducing her too. "Pleasure to meet you. And thank you. Stole it from the snappiest dresser there ever was."

She takes a sip from her glass. A big sip. A REALLY big sip. As in, the glass is now half empty (or is that half full?) sip. She smacks her lips.

[The Bushranger]

"I'm sure he's fine," Becky says reassuringly to Ilpholin, nodding again to Sunn as she's introduced, smirking a bit. "Oh, it's snappy, alreight. Bit much perhaps though..."

The smirk fades at the mention of THAT CAT. "That would be the cat that spits acid and gets bigger every time you kill it," she grumbles, eyeing the menu. "Hey, could I try this spider-blood wine?"

[Reinholdt]

"I dunno. Just some stray I fed to Mister Squiggles. My giant dire pet tarantula. You two should meet! I told him all about you and he really is looking forward to seeing you face to face. You two would be best friends." :smallsmile:

She gives Sunn the slightest of nods before snatching up a menu for herself and looking through it.

[ApeofLight]

And after a minute of looking at Raril Teb finally places him.

He grins evilly and pulls down his hood. " Well, well, well, if it isn't dear cousin Raril. " Tebtranlyn says placing his hands on the bar and leaning forward a bit.

[Beans]

The eyeless girl looks around and, just to spite every last one of you, sees things.
She sees the purple-haired nymph who was wearing what looked to be made from skin. From a cow perhaps. She wonders how the cow is doing, not having skin with which to keep its insides in and not out.

Also, a girl with a rip in her top... oooh, one of those dark-elf things talking to another dark-elf thing.

[VampireRot]

The eyeless girl looks around and, just to spite every last one of you, sees things.
She sees the purple-haired nymph who was wearing what looked to be made from skin. From a cow perhaps. She wonders how the cow is doing, not having skin with which to keep its insides in and not out.

Also, a girl with a rip in her top... oooh, one of those dark-elf things talking to another dark-elf thing.

Don't forget the grumbling vampire drinking the agony of the innocent! Rot is... grumbling and drinking the agony of the innocent! Or at least that's what he hopes its made of. Some of these bars actually use the agony of the not innocent. Imagine that!

[Artemis97]

Raril pulls out another bottle from behind the bar, and pours a glass for Becky.

Of course it was a giant tarantula. All thought of going off to rescue 'Mister Squiggles' goes right out of Raril's head."No, that's alright." With a small shudder he takes another sip from his glass, and nearly chokes on it when Tebtranlyn appears at the bar. "Tebtranlyn?!" After a moment of shock, he regains some of his composure. "Care for a drink?" Raril asks his nephew, smiling in a friendly fashion.

[Shadow of the Sun]

"Just an open warning; if anyone tries something, I might be forced to turn you into a stain on the ground. No matter how drunk I am."

She grins, and drinks the rest of her pint. And then just picks up the bottle and drinks straight out of it.

[Beans]

Don't forget the grumbling vampire drinking the agony of the innocent! Rot is... grumbling and drinking the agony of the innocent! Or at least that's what he hopes its made of. Some of these bars actually use the agony of the not innocent. Imagine that!

She notices him too.

And mentally labels him Mr. Saltypants.

[Reinholdt]

"Teb! What're you doing here?!"
Ilpholin looks shocked. Maybe even a little panicked, but she's doing a pretty good job covering it up, partially by instinctively making herself more presentable to the drow. Distractions are nice.

[VampireRot]

She notices him too.

And mentally labels him Mr. Saltypants.

:smallannoyed:

[The Bushranger]

"Thanks," Becky says as she accepts the glass. And then looks around the bar, noting the various patrons...

...then, almost tenatively, taking a sip of the wine.

While allowing herself to be distracted by her 'date'. :smalltongue:

[ApeofLight]

Teb glances away at the menu for a second going over it very quickly to pick out major things. He smirks and his eyes go back to Raril. " Oh no thank you, Raril I'm perfectly fine for the moment. " And there are too many poisons you could too easily slip into the drink.

Tebtranlyn does take a seat though. " If you don't mind me asking where have you been all these years? How long ago where you sent to check up on family on the surface? " Yep, Teb has read his character directory. Then he answers Ilpholin. " The same thing you are. Staying in a place that isn't being lit on fire and filled with toxic fumes. " He says more respectfully than he was talking to Raril. Also Teb used the term cousin in the more general term of not immediate family member, mostly because I don't remember/know what there exact connection is.

[Beans]

:smallannoyed:
TL;DR.

The eyeless girl reads a menu, lips moving. Not reading out the words on the menu, though...

[Artemis97]

Actually... Raril would be Teb's Uncle. *goes back to do a bit of editing*

Raril smile broadens, a wicked glint in his eye. Seems Teb guessed his play. It was an obvious one, but Raril was just a little out of practice. Still, the drow was happy, even if his bar had just turned into a miniature version of his home city. It was exciting, something new, yet oh so familiar. Let's see if you still know how to play this game.

"Are you referring to my first foray up into the Night Above? That was almost 15 years ago by reckoning. Possibly longer by yours." Raril knew Ilpholin was a good 20 years further down the timeline than he was, and Tebranlyn might be the same way. "Of course, I did return after that. My mission was ultimately successful." Warning: the information in the character directory may be a little out of date, I might have tweaked things slightly in my head, filled in some blanks, etc..

A goblin server comes up to the eyeless girl who is apparently reading the menu and asks her if she wants anything.

[Shadow of the Sun]

Sunn snaps her fingers at Raril, to get his attention.

"Uh, this bottle is done. Can I have another?"

She seems to be relatively sober still.

[Beans]

She thinks, as if looking for a text color.
... Coffee, please.

She holds out some goldish coins (electrum, actually) stamped with the greek letters Lambda and Xi.

But she deadtimes.

[Reinholdt]

Teb seems to have ignored Ilpholin for now. Which is fine by her. The fact that another Drow knows Raril is here now, is NOT fine by her. Even moreso since she was caught in the same vicinity. Having never informed Danube of finding Raril while on the surface may have been a mistake, but she wasn't going to hand daddy over to surrogate mommy.

"Excuse us for just one second. I want to ask Becky something... intimate and it'd only fluster daddy and cousin if they had to listen." She smiles at the two proper drow and stands to try and drag Becky over to a corner.

[The Bushranger]

Becky, sipping her wine with an expression of enjoyment, looks in surprise at Ilpholin...
...then, taken by surprise, finds herself dragged off her barstool, and off to a corner!
Grinning a bit, figureing it's not going to be quite as 'intimate' as implied, but figuring she'll go with the flow.
And she can always hope. :smalltongue:

[Artemis97]

Raril nods to Sunn and fetches another bottle from behind the bar, setting it on the countertop. His player also notices the not so subtle threat she made earlier. "Sunn, I'd prefer if you didn't make such a mess of my patrons in my bar. Bad for business, you see. besides, I think I can handle things." He replies, taking the liberty to refill her glass.

Paying for a cup of cofee in electrum coins? The girl is going to get a very nice cup of cofee, with cream and sugar on the side. Careful, that stuff is probably a bit strong.

[ApeofLight]

" Oh really? I must have been out on a mission when you came back then. So, Raril, your a barkeeper now? Does that mean you tell patrons about all sorts of goings on in this fair city? " He say fair very sarcastically for a noble drow. Which basically means you would have to roll a natural 0 to miss it.

Teb also starts to fiddle with his clothes a bit making sure that soot from the fire still isn't on them. This also makes his house symbol very noticeable.

[Shadow of the Sun]

"Sorry, Raril. But you're under MY protection. I owe you, see. A debt I don't think I'll ever repay. So, like I said. If anything escalates, I WILL step in."

She takes a swig from her Scotch, and grins, jumping over the bar.

"Let me serve for a bit; I can whip up a cocktail just as good as Aesa ever did."

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin turns so her lips can't be read by Teb. She knows that trick all too well. Shouldn't be heard in this corner either with lowered voices.
"We need to get rid of Teb quick and permanently. Can you leave someone in that shadow place you dragged me through?"

[The Bushranger]

Becky, meanwhile, conjures a bit of shadow to help hide their...'intimate conversation'.
"No, I don't know how," she admits. "You're the first person I've ever pulled along with me. I can devour his essence, though."

[McBish]

A young man with a short black hair cut comes inside. He is somewhat handsome and wearing nice clothes. He goes and takes a seat at the bar looking over the drink selection, and selection of other substances.

[Artemis97]

"Only if they pay me to." Raril says, flashing his nephew another of his signature grins. Tebtranlyn might notice that Raril still wears his own house insignia, kept on a short piece of ribbon around his neck.

He then looks to Sunn, knowing he wasn't going to win this argument. He shrugs at the offer for her to bartend for a while. "Sure, Sunn. Thanks." He lifts up a section of the bar and steps through, leaving the section open so Sunn could get behind the bar. As he passes by her, he whispers. "I appreciate the help, I really I do, but sometimes a man has to do things himself. Kampi'un?" He asks, slipping into his native tongue for a brief moment.

[Shadow of the Sun]

Sunn grins at him. "Although it is plenty of altruism on my part, it's a bit more than that. Kara'd kill me if you got hurt while I was around. I've had her kicking me in the guts since before she was born- and she's a lot bigger now." Her grin widens a little.

She doesn't need to step through, having jumped over the bar previously. She cracks her knuckles, loudly.

"Al-right! I am now serving special cocktails that you cannot get ANYWHERE else. You can have me surprise you, or you can order them custom. 's all good."

[VampireRot]

Rot perks up and looks at Sunn.

"Can I get a freshly orphaned, slaughtered, and squeezed baby in a coconut cup with the little umbrella thing in it?"

The vampire looks pretty hopeful.

[Shadow of the Sun]

"Can you deal with substitute orphaned baby? I'm not of the kind to orphan and slaughter a baby, but damn can I make a good substitute."

She's a mother. Just bleeds in, see.

[McBish]

The handsome young man looks a bit nervous at the mention of drinking juiced babies.

[ApeofLight]

" And what payment do you take? Would you prefer gold or some one's ear? " Yes, Teb does collect ears sometimes to show that he did do his assassination job correctly.

[Artemis97]

"Now, you know they're no good unless you make them an orphan yourself." Raril says to the vampire, smiling. However friendly his expression and tone may be, there's an unhealthy dose of malice in his eyes. "Might I recomend and Ichor Liquor? Sunn, get the man and Ichor Liquor. Please?"

The drow sits down near his nephew, although not so near as to be within easy striking distance. "Gold is fine. There's not too many places that'll accept ears for payment."

[VampireRot]

Rot grumbles a bit. No orphans? :smallannoyed: What a place.

"Okay then. An Ichor Liquor would be fine I guess."

Rot notes the malice and decides not to piss the drow off. He was here to relax.

[Shadow of the Sun]

"Certainly. I was gonna spike his baby with holy water, anyways."

She reaches behind her back, pulls out an Ichor Liquor, and slides it down the bar to Rot.

[Reinholdt]

"Alright. You essence eat him, I'll try to snap his neck. When should we move though? This place seems like it sees a lot of murders, but one never can tell. But I can't give him a chance to use that communication device of his." Ilpholin whispers to Becky.

[VampireRot]

"You'd regret that..."

Rot scowls, showing prominent fangs, and sips the Ichor. Did I say sip? I meant nom. He's a sloppy and hungry vampire!

[Shadow of the Sun]

"No, I really wouldn't. You can't touch me."

She smiles at him and twirls her cane.

[The Bushranger]

[Shadow-y Corner]

"Sooner the better, then, before he has the chance to use it," Becky replies to Ilpholin. "And if anybody has any problem with it, well, I can always eat the witnesses, too...try to grab his communicator first, just in case."

[VampireRot]

"I'd take that as a challenge and eviscerate you, but I'm not here to start bar fights."

Rot slurps up some more Ichor.

[Shadow of the Sun]

"Yeah, well, you couldn't anyway."

She looks around.

"Anyone else for a drink?"

[ApeofLight]

Teb takes out a few gold coins and places them down on the counter between the two of them. Just close enough that he could probably stab Raril's hand but Raril would see it coming. " Well, that's too bad. Here I was hoping I could kill some white skinned liars and get some information all in one shot. " He says and then shrugs. " Why don't you tell me some interesting hearsay or about some item or person that the Matron Mother would be interested in. "

[VampireRot]

Rot snorts, not believing a word, but says no more. He's a bit more interesting in filling his blood-quota for the day. Messily.

[Artemis97]

Raril doesn't immediately reach for the coins and leans back in his chair, thinking.

"Hmm... what should I tell you, so you can report it back to my dear sister? That depends on a lot, really." Mostly on just how suicidal Raril was feeling at the moment. "What kind of information is Danube after?" Teb will probably note that he doesn't call her Matron.

[ApeofLight]

Teb smirks. " What the Matron wants to know is up to her. I am just to gather information and deliver it. " He takes out another gold coin and flips over with the others to add a bit more incentive.

It might also be noted that he is also almost always keeping a hand under his cloak near his hip. Probably has a dagger or two there.

[Reinholdt]

[Shadow-y Corner]

Ilpholin nods. "Just a second."
She looks over to where Teb is sitting and tries to determine where the communicator is. Would help if he had it out in the open or something, but that's doubtful.

[The Bushranger]

Becky takes a deep breath, and studies Teb as well, letting the shadows hiding the corner thin to facilicate their observation of him.

[Artemis97]

Raril notes the hand Teb is keeping under his cloak, but seems unconcerned. He just keeps grinning. "She wants information? Maybe an item? Sure, I can do that." He sits up, leaning forward to pull the coins over to his side of the table. if Teb wanted to pull something, now would be a good time.

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff's permenant Trog's plotclone relocates here. Ooh, I strongly approve. Hiya, Becky.

[VampireRot]

"Oh. Hey. It's the Moff. Come'ere, I wanna give you a hug."

Vampires can't get drunk.

[Shadow of the Sun]

Sunn holds her mostly full bottle of Scotch in her teeth, and then tilts her head back.

She drinks. And drinks. And drinks. Until the bottle is empty.

[Moff Chumley]

Hi, Rot. Erm, you do NOT want my blood. I have it on good authority it tastes absolutely terrible. Also I'm using it right now. The Moff peruses the menu as if he were in some classy establishment. The blood stains covering his uniform and the enourmous knife suggest otherwise, of course...

[VampireRot]

"Bah. You'd taste fine. Just need a bit of traumatic past and fear."

Rot drains the Ichor from his glass. He peers in and puts it on the counter with a piece of gold, indicating he wanted more.

[Moff Chumley]

Ooh, I'll take the Rat Mead. And Rot? Please don't try. :smallsmile:

The Moff is in a good mood at the moment; only Cthulhu knows why.

[ApeofLight]

Well it would be nice to know where Teb put anything but the most they can probably hope to find out is where his daggers are and where is bow and quiver are.

Tebtranlyn holds up a finger as Raril starts to take the money. " Nu-uh Raril, information first then the money, remember? Have you forgotten basic etiquette while giving information? "

[Shadow of the Sun]

Sunn pours a Rat Mead, and slides it down the bar to Moff.

"There you go."

She's still remarkably sober.

[Moff Chumley]

*chug chug chug*

The Moff smacks his lips. Wow. I haven't had anything that foul in quite a while. He doesn't seem remotely unhappy about this. :smallconfused:

[Hyozo]

The door opens rather un-dramatically, neither slowly creaking open nor being thrown open with such force that it bangs against the wall. The person who is opening the door at such a reasonable speed is Hyozo, who appears to be rather exausted. After approaching the bar he glances over the menu and says "I've never had firewine before. I'll take one of those."

[Reinholdt]

[Corner of Shadows]

Ilpholin looks back at Becky. "No go. I'll do something if he pulls it, but otherwise just go with the quick finish."

[Shadow of the Sun]

Sunn pulls out a wine glass, pours the firewine into it, and then slowly lobs it at Hyozo.

Strangely, the wine is splashing and moving in the glass, but not a single drop of it is leaving it.

"Here. Catch."

[VampireRot]

"Yeah yeah, of course. Don't eat fellow members, Gordy would get mad yadda yadda."

He looks at his empty glass. It looks suspiciously not refilled. He thumps the counter.

"Can I get a refill?"

There's plenty of money to milk out of the vampire still!

[The Bushranger]

[Spoooooky Shadowy Corner]

"Dang. Alright, then. Just let me know when to start, and he'll...

...well I won't lie, he will know what hits him. He just won't be able to do a dang thing about it." Becky (covering her mouth again while saying this) grins at her 'date', and nods in an 'I'm ready' gesture...

[Shadow of the Sun]

A single SNAP! of Sunn's fingers, and the glass will be full again...but only if the requisite coins are teleported out of his wallet.

[VampireRot]

Well indeed, the vampire took the money out to pay. It disappears. Rot doesn't comment on the magic, just slurps up some more tasty ichor.

"That's more like it."

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff continues to sip his bevarage, shooting his fellow AMENites in the corner a rather hurt look for ignoring him. :smalltongue:

((Just checking: is Becky a spy? Just outta curiousity, mind you. And if you don't wanna tell me, no worries. :smallsmile:))

[Hyozo]

Hyozo notices the glass flying at him just in time to reach for it, miss his grasp, reach up with his other hand and just barely snagging it, but at an angle that would allow a few drops to spill on the counter if the glass isn't enchanted to prevent such a thing. Either way he'll take a sip and note "Well, they certainly named it appropriately."

He is quite obviously sweating, but seems to be trying to hide it.

[Artemis97]

Raril chuckles at the younger drow. "Don't try to remind me of my manners, dalhar*. I know what I am doing. Pay attention, now. I am going to teach you something. When making a deal, make certain you get your goods first, be it gold or information." He says, sliding the coins off the table and into his open hand. "That way, if they decide to double cross you, you still have what you came for."

The bard pauses to stow the coins away in a pouch on his belt, not saying anything for a bit, looking at Teb and letting him think maybe he wasn't really going to tell him anything and just take his gold.

"But that won't happen here." Raril says, once a sufficient chunk of time had passed. "You see, I actually have something I want you to give my sweet sister."

The drow reaches back and unties the ribbon that holds the house insignia hanging around his neck, before dropping it on the table between them. "Tell her I quit. I want nothing more to do with our House or Family Business. Have her write me off as the fool and the failure she's always known I am. Leave me to my life here. I want no more trouble. But, if she decides that I am worth coming after again, know that I have nothing left to lose. I have seen too much loss and pain in my lifetime. I have passed through death, through the Demonweb pits themselves, and come out the otherside a very different man. I do not fear her any longer. Not even Lolth herself scares me anymore." Raril decalres, pushing himself up from his seat, for once not twitching as he speaks the Spider Queen's name.

*child

[Reinholdt]

[Spoooooky Shadowy Corner]

"Now works." Ilpholin says, straightening a bit and turning towards Teb.

[Shadow of the Sun]

"If you want something hotter, I can make that for you, easy."

Sunn meanwhile gives Raril a big thumbs up.

[VampireRot]

Rot glances over at Raril.

"There might be some serious smiting soon..."

He scootches his seat a bit farther away from the blaspheming drow.

[The Bushranger]

((Nope. She's not a spy.
And she is not a crook, either. :smalltongue:))

Becky steps out behind Ilpholin...

...and the shadows around the base of Tebtranlyn's chair suddenly swirl, rise up, and try to latch on to his wrists and ankles!

Or, barring that, to squeeze him...

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff finishes his glass, and orders another one. So what's all this about?

((Ninja'd. This is directed at Rot.))

[ApeofLight]

Teb picks up the house insignia and frowns. " You really do have no sense don't you Raril. " He says and then springs forward to try and grab him just as the shadows start to move.

If this is successful and Teb doesn't get snagged by the shadows and gets hold of Raril, the other drow will probably feel the slightest bit of cold metal at his jugular. " Your's and Ilpholin's betrayal will be brought before the Matron Mother. So tell her and her silly little friend to stand down unless you want to die. "

[Hyozo]

"No, this will do." Hyozo will say, suddenly much closer to being fully awake. "I just got back into town. No need to overdo it on my first day home."

[Shadow of the Sun]

Sunn calls over to Raril.

"Want me to step in? Just say the word!"

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff's knife is suddenly in his hand, and he plays a quick run on his harmonica. Becky, I'm a bit lost. Who should I be shanking?

[VampireRot]

The Moff finishes his glass, and orders another one. So what's all this about?

((Ninja'd. This is directed at Rot.))

"I dunno. Crazy drow. These two seem to be related to that weird nymph with the spider. Probably has something to do with all those houses and stuff. Should ask her later."

Rot sips his ichor, watching the drow with amusement. He doesn't step in even after Becky joins. Just watches.

Blarg, ninja!

[Artemis97]

Unfortunately for Teb, Raril was expecting something like this. Really, he was practically asking for it.

Raril lets himself get grabbed, but in turn also tries to grab Teb and pull him forwards. The bard quickly takes a seat again and kicks backwards, trying to use the momentum to throw his nephew over his head and across the bar. Should this all be successful, Raril will roll back to his feet, rubbing at the scratch he recieved while pulling the move. "I think I'm good, Sunn."

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin's whip is in her hand already? Quick draw feats mean nothing in the Nexus though, so oh well. :smalltongue:

Pressing a hidden button on the whip there's a small clicking sound before Ilpholin snaps it forward, aiming to whip Teb across the face, the end of the whip now very sharp.

She's incredibly practiced with it and pretty good at aiming it's trajectory so it doesn't hit anyone she doesn't want it to. Raril shouldn't be in much danger from it, even as he pulls his own maneuvers.

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff pockets his harmonica, and attempts to decide if Teb is wort stabbing. The other three seem to have it under control, though.

[The Bushranger]

Becky snarls as Teb lunges - but the shadows grab for his ankles again.

And, if they connect this time (assuming he isn't tossed over the bar) that'll be quickly followed by a sudden, searing pain as they try to yank out the very essence of what makes him, him. :smalleek:


If he is tossed over the bar, the shadows behind it will try to grab for him there, of course.

[ApeofLight]

Teb is thrown over the bar and hits the floor with a roll. To bad there isn't much room to roll. Tebtranlyn quickly jumps back up and into the air. " Floating Disk! " The drow yells a circular disk appearing under him giving him somewhere and somehow to escape. The disk starts to quickly float towards the exit.

Teb quickly wipes his wound on his cheek with his sleeve. " Your a dead man Raril! And your daughter will be to! " The angry drow yells as he makes his retreat.

[VampireRot]

"Well what a rousing fight. Now, I think we should all get a free round of drinks for having to watch that."

Rot grumbles and drains some more of his drink.

@V oooh, attacking him after he's obviously retreated while swearing revenge to you and your dumb dog too? :smallannoyed: Not very classy at all.

[The Bushranger]

"You'll be dead first!" Becky shouts, producing a crossbow of shadow-essence, and firing off three bolts at the retreating Teb!

[Reinholdt]

Oh I don't think he'll be getting very far before the deadly poison kicks in.
What did you expect from a drow? Honestly?
Lots and lots of poison. Which is what that tip on Ilpholin's whip was covered in.

But no need to let Teb get the warning off. She jumps forward and darts her whip out a second time to try and wrap around his legs and pull him off the disk.

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff shakes his head. It's just bad manners to send parting shots after an enemy after a dramatic threat like that. :smalltongue:

Well, that was invogerating... mind explaining that?

((Ninja'd again.))

[ApeofLight]

Teb turns the disc upwards making a temporary shield but also dropping him onto the ground. This gives him enough time to do a few things.

First he casts Darkness!

Second he sniffs his bloody sleeve to identify the poison used and try and pull out the correct antidote from a pocket on him and down it.

Third make a mad dash for the door in the unnatural darkness around him.

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff waves. Bye!

[Hyozo]

Hyozo finishes off his drink while watching the fight, very clearly sweating. Now that the fight seems to be over, he'll comment "Never a dull moment here? Or did I just come in at the right time?"

[Reinholdt]

It's particularly nasty stuff made from a giant dire tarantula.

With all this stuff he's doing before running towards the exit, Ilpholin has ample to run and leap her way in front of the doorway and try to get in his way. The darkness has as little effect on her as it does on most drow accustomed to dealing with it.

She throws a quick uppercut at Teb.

[The Bushranger]

Becky, having no such luck with the Darkness, charges forwards torwards it, but stops, grinding her teeth in frustration, just outside the magical sphere.

[Artemis97]

Raril sighs and mutters a spell, while waving his hand towards the front doors. A shimmering portal appears over top of them, and a second one opens on the side wall of the bar. The two portals are actually connected, going through one will have you exiting the other. All in all, Raril was just trying to keep Teb from fleeing so quickly, and was too lazy to run after him.

He also waves a hand, casting a light spell to dispell the darkness.

"Stand down! All of you!" The drow barks out an order. And, though he's really in no position to order any of them around, his voice is full of authority.

((I really would like it if you guys would wait for me to post when there's a fight going on.))

[Shadow of the Sun]

Meanwhile!

Sunn is standing on one leg, balancing a Scotch bottle on her nose.

[ApeofLight]

Well, while Teb does have the antidote and he does take it his escape plan is soon foiled!

So he quickly pulls out his bow and has it pointing at Ilpholin. " Say what you want quickly Raril! "

[VampireRot]

"Someone find an gunslinger. It'd be hilarious."

Rot notes, while watching Sunn. He slurps his Ichor again. The vampire seems to have lost interest in the fight, but it watching out of the corner of his eye.

[Shadow of the Sun]

Keeping the bottle on her nose, Sunn hops off of her right leg to her left leg.

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin, once again forced to demonstrate her incredible speed, twirls and tries to hit the crossbow aside with the flat her palm before backwards elbowing Teb in the face. Hopefully it'll work better than the uppercut did.

She might have stopped on Raril's request, but not while she has momentum and not while someone's bringing up a crossbow to aim at her. If she stops now, she'll have no reprieve if Teb chose to fire it at her.

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff remains passive, watching the fight intently.

[The Bushranger]

Becky stands there, ready to intervene if the fight continues, but looking at Raril - with...respect?

[Hyozo]

Hyozo looks at Rot, raising an eyebrow, and notes "I'd say "Who needs a gun?", but I've found that it pays to not anger the tenders of bars you plan on returning to."

[Moff Chumley]

Well, there's Cosmo... but that's just too easy. The Moff had shown no sign of listening in on Rot and Hyozo's conversation, and he doesn't turn his head after speaking.

[Artemis97]

Raril growls and strides across the room towards Ilpholin and Tebtranlyn, intent on pulling them apart. As he moves closer, a few might notice white fur begining to crawl down the back of his hands, and up the sides of his neck. Fangs grow inside his mouth and a dangerous light comes into his eyes.

"I said stop." He snarls, once he reaches them, trying to put himself between the two.

[The Bushranger]

"Hey, I stopped!" Becky protests, raising her hands, unsure if she should back away from the seeming were-beast, or dive in to protect Ilpholin from it.

[Morty]

Dipsnig's plot clone undeadtimes once more, drinking a foul goblin drink.

[Earl of Purple]

The white-skinned creature hunched at 7ft tall, wearing a blindfold over its large eyes and a loincloth around its, well, loins. The stalk of flesh erupting from its forehead glows blue, with its fingertips glowing fainter. The deeptroll from over a mile underground turns its head in several different directions. "Could somebody please read me the menu? It's too bright up here for my eyes and I cannot actually read."

[VampireRot]

Rot glances over at the white troll thing. He raises an eyebrow.

"Sure...




Drinks

Common Drinks
All the common drinks are available in an extremely wide range of qualities, brands, and prices. Just remember- you pay for what you get.

Absinthe
Ale
Beer
Brandy
Coffee
Hard Cider
Kumis (Fermented milk)
Mead
Rum
Tea
Tequila
Vodka
Whiskey
Wine

Specialty Drinks
The specialty drinks are either crafted here or ordered specially from other sources. Normally they are higher class and more palatable, but that is not always the case...
Black Shadow-
A strong concoction guaranteed to send a chill down your spine at any temperature.
Damned Soul Nectar-
Yummy. Damned souls. Perfect for demons, devils, or anyone else lacking a conscience.
Devil Brew-
It tastes good, though drinking it will gradually corrupt your soul to evil.
Drow Spiderblood Wine-
A specialty drow wine with a strong bite, and a hint of spider venom. Alcohol isn't the only thing you have to worry about when drinking it... but it does taste good.
Firewine-
This wine is created in a way that literally leaves the top simmering and flaming. Only recommended to those who have a good fire resistance. However, it is extremely warm and has a fairly sweet taste.
Frenzywater-
You want to know what it is like to see red? Frenzywater will having you raging like a barbarian.
Goblin Thudrud Beer-
A favorite of goblins... but described by others as smelling like a rotten, flaming cow.
Hearth Brew Mead
This is a sweet mead with raspberries, rhubarb and some kind of ingredient that makes you feel warm when you drink it.
Ichor Liquor-
A mixture of blood and alcohol made especially for our vampiric friends. It can be served neat, on the rocks, or specially heated to 98.6 F.
Liquid Agony-
A drink brewed and distilled from the agony of victims, and quite sweet and tasty, but very addictive.
Mindflayer Mead-
A special brew for those squid-headed fellows. Also appropriate for Zombies, or anyoen else who likes the taste of brains.
Mushroom Wine
An Underdark drink fermented from mushrooms. It has a good deal of sugar added to it and tastes sweet, but may cause hallucinations...
Orc Kragg Liquor-
Strong. Disgusting. Manly.
Poisonbite Cocktail-
This brew is mixed of several poisons and rum. It induces extreme euphoria, and will drain the drinker's strength and mental capacities for a day or so.
Rat Mead-
This foul concoction is meant more for drinking games, and less for taste. You'll need a strong stomach to keep it down.

Aesa's Mixes
These are only available when Aesa is in, and beware if you order them... everytime it changes, and it is always dangerous.
Crazy Cocktail-
Whatever Aesa feels like putting in. Not normally fatal.
Death by Aesa-
Almost exactly like what it sounds. It has enough poisons, diseases, and energies to kill anyone with immunities to them.
Ingredients:

Essence of Disintegrate-
A clear liquid that has no taste. It gives you a pleasant tingling sensation that means your mouth, throat, and vital organs are being dissolved. Please clean up after yourself.
False Valhalla-
A drink that uses a combination of frenzywater, titan's blood (poison similar to frenzywater), happy juice, and the Wonder Trip additive. Causes insane, joyful rages that normally end in mass destruction.

Other

Food
Like the drinks, the food ranges in quality and price... the menu is currently under improvement.
Bread-
Crusty, burnt, soggy, or rotten. It's not your choice. A better bakery is "under construction" in the back. Thanks to a newly built brick oven, the bread is actually quite good now, baked fresh daily.
Dragon Steak-
This tender, extremely tasty steak is excellently prepared, but its source is undisclosed...
Fish of the Day-
The catch of the day, or yesterday... be sure to specify "fresh."
Puffer fish liver-
Tetrodotoxin, anyone? Extreme poison is ahead.
Soup-
Most common soups are available, but pay for what you want, or you'll get something else. Served in a bread bowl.

Mushrooms
Our mushrooms are well acclaimed for their taste and subtle poisons. If you have enemies, make sure they you didn't get something other than what you asked for...
Amanita-
A hallucinogenic mushroom that is fairly toxic. May cause nausea, sensory distortions, mood changes, and loss of equilibrium. Retrograde amnesia frequently results following recovery. Serious poisonings cause delirium, seizures, or comas.
Chanterelle-
An edible but unremarkable mushroom. Available pickled or dried.
Lorchel-
Also known as false morels (due to similarity in appearance), eating these raw results in extreme liver failure or death. Properly prepared, however, they are quite delicious. Available both raw and parboiled (properly prepared).
Morchella-
Also known as morels, these very prized and tasty mushrooms are available raw.
Omphalotus-
This mushroom looks the same as the Chanterelle. It is extremely appealing in smell and appearance, but has a mild toxicity that will lead to vomiting and cramps.
Oyster-
Unlike other mushrooms, this one has no confusing look alikes, and is prized for that quality alone. Served raw or stuffed.
Porcini-
Also known as Boletus ("superior"), the porcini is highly regarded and is served raw or sautéed with butter.
Portabello-
While edible, this is either described as plain or only slightly sweet. Available raw or stuffed.
Psilocybin-
This mushroom is famed for its hallucinogenic effects, while lacking dangerous toxins. Available raw and dried.
Shiitake-
These mushrooms are normally added to ordered soups. Available dried or raw.

Drink Additives
Buy them for your drink, or for someone else's drink... everything goes here.
Doze Pill-
A combination of magical energies and herbs guaranteed to put the drinker to sleep in a few minutes.
Hanger's Drop-
Ask for this in someone's drink to put them six feet under. Commonly means poison, though other methods can be bought depending on the target.
Happy Juice-
As seen in Malleo's shop. Turns the hair pink, and makes the drinker extremely happy.
Wonder Trip-
A mixture of magic and poison that causes extreme hallucinations and delirium which are not directly harmful or toxic.

Other Additives are available, you just have to ask.

Other Drugs
If it doesn't get you drunk, and it isn't a mushroom... we still sell it.
Arhtorvin
A gray powder made by different magic plants, Arthorvin is extremely calming. It is ingested, and numbs emotions and reactions.
Baccaran
A paste made of numerous, undisclosed substances, this is a mild hallucinogen that becomes more powerful as it is used in repetition and increased dosage.
Dreammist
This drug is formed into a tea, and then the vapors are inhaled. It causes incredibly beautiful and wonderful hallucinations that make the world seem dull in comparison. Overdose is extremely debilitating, as is directly drinking the substance.
Devilweed
A tobacco-like substance that is moderately addictive and makes the smoker skittish and more easily confused. Users enjoy it because it glazes over the memories of whatever happens during its effective.
Luhix
A powder made from plants grown in the abyss. It is sprinkled on self inflicted wounds- initially it causes intense pain, then numbs the body entirely. It is one of the most addictive substances known amongst the planes, but overdosing even a little may cause terrible, painful death.
Mertoran Leaf
This leaf is dried and treated. It is not very addictive, but it is cheap, popular, and boosts confidence. Ingested, not smoked.
Redflower Leaves
These leaves are only moderately addictive, but are known to give a boost to hand-eye coordination, making them popular among those who often engage in knife tossing or dart throwing. They are consumed raw and chewed.
Sannish
This blue liquid is made out of unknown ingredients and causes euphoria. It has a tendency to stain flesh and anything else it touches. Overdosing causes intense numbness.

This is by no means the limit of what we can get our hands on, just ask and we'll see what we can do.


The menu is read. Dryly with a hint of humor.

[Earl of Purple]

"Thank you, sir. You smell old, of dust and ages; like a just-unsealed tomb. Are you undead?" The deeptroll beckons over a waiter and orders fish, without specifying how fresh it should be.

[VampireRot]

Rot probably smells of blood too. Lots of it.

"Yes, I am. A vampire. And what are you?"

[Earl of Purple]

"I am a Deeptroll. My kind originate deep undrground; I am the only Deeptroll I know which has emerged as close to the surface as the deepest Drow city, let alone the surface. We are amongst the most common creatures when you descend a mile underground." The fish arrives, and doesn't look very fresh; the deeptroll doesn't seem to care however, and eats messily with his hands.

[VampireRot]

"Huh. I tried living underground once, not much sun down there you see. Didn't really like it, couldn't actually find anything to eat. Why are you up on the surface?"

Rot doesn't mind the messy eating. Not much grosses you out after you've died.

[Earl of Purple]

"Grimlock slavers. I escaped, but got lost. Like most troll species, Deeptrolls can regenerate wounds; they literally caught me napping. You should find a city of drow or dwarves; maybe gnomes. There's lots of cities in the deep, it's merely a matter of finding them." As he says this, he grimaces at the unpleasant memories.

[VampireRot]

"Huh. Slavers. Never really dealt with those buggers before..."

Rot also winces. He remembers when he went into the Underdark, thinking it would be more fun without the sun. Dead wrong, he was totally lost despite being able to see perfectly. Pure luck that he managed to find a tiny hole leading above-ground and get through it gasously.

[Earl of Purple]

"I know every inch of my territory, but I don't know how long I was asleep for whilst with the slavers. I didn't recognise where we were, so I ran in a random direction. I could retrace that route; the Deep is a labyrinth and its natives need a way to find around, unless they aren't intelligent enough to care." Unfortunately, I must Deadtime for bed. Type to you tomorrow.

[VampireRot]

"Hmm."

Rot grunts to show he's listening. And orders some more Ichor Liquid. Yum!

[ApeofLight]

Ilpholin, once again forced to demonstrate her incredible speed, twirls and tries to hit the crossbow aside with the flat her palm before backwards elbowing Teb in the face. Hopefully it'll work better than the uppercut did.

She might have stopped on Raril's request, but not while she has momentum and not while someone's bringing up a crossbow to aim at her. If she stops now, she'll have no reprieve if Teb chose to fire it at her.


Raril growls and strides across the room towards Ilpholin and Tebtranlyn, intent on pulling them apart. As he moves closer, a few might notice white fur begining to crawl down the back of his hands, and up the sides of his neck. Fangs grow inside his mouth and a dangerous light comes into his eyes.

"I said stop." He snarls, once he reaches them, trying to put himself between the two.

As Ilpholin goes to slap the long bow, not crossbow, away Tebtranlyn merely jumps back and then off to the side lowering his bow but not putting it away. He then glances at Raril but says nothing.

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin moves to block the general door entrance, while waiting for Raril to kill Teb off.

That's why he wanted them to stop, right? So he could do it himself? Go for it Daddy!

[The Bushranger]

Becky moves a bit closer to Ilpholin, but takes no hostile action, regardless of how much she'd love to nom on Teb's power...

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff decides, eh, screw it. He slides off his stool, unsheathes his knife, and slinks forward, near Becky.

[Artemis97]

Raril turns to face his nephew, his wolfish features slowly recedeing.

"Tebtranlyn, even though you attack me in my own establishment, I was willing to allow you to walk out of here alive, so as to deliver that message to Danube. However, if you insist on threating my life and life of my daughter, I would see you dead at my feet and I will deliver the message to my sister myself. It is up to you, my nephew.

[The Bushranger]

Becky clenches a fist slightly in anticipation, but watches the Moff from the corner of her eye, wondering just what the slimy Imperial - not to be confused with the Imperials! - is up to. :smalltongue:

[Moff Chumley]

Didn't know Becky had so much animosity for The Moff... :smallconfused::smalltongue:

[ApeofLight]

Darn, how much longer do I have till that poison starts to effect Raril? Probably five minutes till it starts to effect him and ten minutes till they start to notice, probably twenty minutes after that he'll probably be dead. That should give me enough time to get away. Is what Teb thinks in a few quick moments.

Teb lowers his bow a bit more and nods. " Allright, I shall be your messenger and I shall stop threating you and your daughter. " He says and then quickly slings his bow onto his back again.

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin shakes her head. "No such luck daddy. He dies here, today, now." She won't let this two-bit wannabe threaten all she's worked for just cause of some bad portal timing and an apocalypse.

Oh and Becky is so getting blamed for this later. Should have just taken Ilpholin back to AMEN. :smallannoyed:

[The Bushranger]

Oh, it's not personal with the Moff. Becky has a generally dim opinion of those with a Y chromosome. :smalltongue:

...although at the moment she's giving Ilpholin a 'ye gads, are you mad?' kind of expression...

She'll take the blame later. :smalltongue:

[billtodamax]

At the precise moment Ilpholin demands Teb's death, the door bursts open.

Mime jumps in, arms thrown wide and in the air, smiling broadly. A knife embeds itself in the doorway by his head, but I don't think he actually noticed.

He stands there for a few seconds, before bounding forwards and looking around.

This place looked fun!

He looks around the place, looking for anyone who looked suitably fun.

[Shadow of the Sun]

Sunn is humming to herself as she balances the bottle, giggling every now and then.

[billtodamax]

Sunn might find that there's a Mime looking at the bottle balanced on her nose in wonder.

He showed up quite suddenly, having joined the gap between him and her in a ridiculously short time.

He's currently reaching up a hand veeeeeery slowly to tap the bottle. Which is what he'll try to do.

[Shadow of the Sun]

The instant he taps it, she moves to compensate for it.

[billtodamax]

Mime's face lights up as the bottle stays balanced.

This is gonna be so much fun!

*tap*

[Shadow of the Sun]

Sunn giggles a little, doing her best to keep the bottle balanced even as Mime taps it.

[billtodamax]

Mime goes in for the tap, but what's this?!

He feinted, coming in from the side with his other hand for a light tap that may well put Sunn out of the game.

And now to our man on the floor.

Yeah, this was a pretty shocking move, I haven't seen anything like it for quite some time, in fact, it reminds me of the time in 1983, when-

And I'm gonna have to cut you off there guy on the floor, it looks like Sunn's going to make her move.

[Morty]

Dipsnig's plot clone undeadtimes once more.

[Artemis97]

Darn, how much longer do I have till that poison starts to effect Raril? Probably five minutes till it starts to effect him and ten minutes till they start to notice, probably twenty minutes after that he'll probably be dead. That should give me enough time to get away. Is what Teb thinks in a few quick moments.

Teb lowers his bow a bit more and nods. " Allright, I shall be your messenger and I shall stop threating you and your daughter. " He says and then quickly slings his bow onto his back again.


Ilpholin shakes her head. "No such luck daddy. He dies here, today, now." She won't let this two-bit wannabe threaten all she's worked for just cause of some bad portal timing and an apocalypse.

Oh and Becky is so getting blamed for this later. Should have just taken Ilpholin back to AMEN. :smallannoyed:

The poison would probably have had some effect if it had actually been mentioned in an earlier post... >.>

Raril glances back at Ilpholin before staring hard at Tebtranlyn. Would the younger drow keep his word? Would he go back to Danube and just leave them be? After all of this? It was unlikely.

Raril sighs heavily. "I'm sorry, nephew, but I just can't trust you to do that." He says, sadly. The drow hated having to make such a call. If it were only his life in the balance, he'd have let the boy live, but he wasn't willing to put his daughter at risk. Not just for the sake of his pride.

He drops his hands to rest them on the hilts of his swords, ready for the fight that would inevitably come.

[ApeofLight]

<.<
>.>
It's a powerful but slow poison that takes a while to start to take effect?

Yeah, I'm gonna go with that one.

Teb's daggers are quickly in his hands. " Very well, if you wish for you and your daughter to die today then so be it. "

[The Bushranger]

Becky raises her hands, as the shadows start to swirl around her, ready to provide backup - if requested. And she looks at Ilpholin with that question in her expression.

[Reinholdt]

She nods at Becky. And Moff if he's interested in helping out. Assistance here today will not be forgotten.

"I can't come up with a single non-cliche retort to that, so I think I'll just finish you off." Ilpholin's whip darts out, trying to wrap around one single arm of Teb's and make it rather difficult to stab with it, while somewhat restricting his movement.

[ApeofLight]

Teb throws a dagger at it probably causing it to fall or at least miss him, and with an open opportunity he dashes forwards towards Ilpholin. Along the way he'll bend down and pick up the dagger he threw and jump off to the side as he throws it at Ilpholin.

[Artemis97]

In order to get to Ilpholin, Teb has to go past Raril. He draws his rapier and slashes out as the younger drow darts past. The thin blade was coated in a film of Drow knockout poison, should Teb be scratched by it.

[The Bushranger]

Becky, meanwhile, concentrates, and the shadows around Teb's legs swirl.

They're not trying to grab hold, this time - merely, to trip him up and send him sprawling flat on his face.

[Reinholdt]

Teb throws a dagger at it probably causing it to fall or at least miss him, and with an open opportunity he dashes forwards towards Ilpholin. Along the way he'll bend down and pick up the dagger he threw and jump off to the side as he throws it at Ilpholin.

I don't think a dagger would cause a whip to fall. :smallconfused:
But I can buy changing the trajectory and causing it to miss, though it is easily retracted and snapped back to her side.

Ilpholin neatly snatches the dagger thrown at her by the handle, literally inches from her face, and grins. "You'll have to try better than that." She waits to see if he gets past Raril and if he does, will likely find a whip wrapped around his torso as she strikes again. If not, she'll hold off because it's hard to wrap someone up with another person purposefully trying to block the way.

[ApeofLight]

Teb steps away from Raril as he slashes, though instead of going past he starts to spin with the slash and grab the older Drow's arm and use the power of MOMENTUM to throw him towards Ilpholin.

It seems Tebtranlyn also has some fancy footwork as he dances around the shadows trying to trip him up. " I've been trained not only by the best fighters among Xar'Char but also took some of the best classes on fighting at the academy. You think I'll go down easily? "

[Artemis97]

Raril gets grabbed and thrown. Thinking quickly, he turns this to his advantage, though. The drow uses the force of the throw to jump into a backflip. Upside down in the air, he ennacts his innate powers of levitation and sails over Ilpholin's head, winking at the girl as he goes past. He lands lightly on his feet behind her, sheathing his sowrds before sprinting for the bar.

[Shadow of the Sun]

Sunn does indeed make her move.

But she's got sense above the normal five, and knows that Mime is shifting position to try to confuse her.

Suffice to say, it works not.

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin grin grows perhaps as Raril flies past her.
"What does easy have to do with it?"
With a flick of her wrist, the whip in her hand is suddenly quite visibly flowing with a strong electrical current, other than, of course, the handle.

She snaps the whip in a horizontal wave at Teb several times in rapid succession designed specifically to drive him back away from the door and into one of Becky's grasping shadows. I think it goes without saying that getting hit by the whip at this point would be rather... painful at the very least.

[The Bushranger]

And Becky, grinning, is ready to make the shadow latch on but good the instant Teb's in it...

...or to toss up a wall of shadow right in his face, if he dodges the whip.

[Moff Chumley]

To make things a little more interesting, The Moff pulls another, smaller knife out of his jacket, and tosses it into the fray. If it were any normal human throwing it, it would probably accomplish nothing, or worse. But The Moff is supernaturally lucky, so the knife will find itself heading straight for the wrist of Teb's weapon hand...

[ApeofLight]

Tebtranlyn jumps back several times to dodge the whip just as Ilpholin planed. Then the dagger from the Moff comes flying for him and Becky's shadows start to grab at him.

Teb has a plan though! As the dagger is about to hit him the drow deflects it with a strike from his own dagger. This puts him in a bad situation though because now Becky has a grasp on him with the shadows, for a second at least. Why? Because as soon as the dagger is no longer a threat to him Teb closes and covers his eyes in the crook of his arm.

" Sunburst! " He yells casting the spell sunburst. This should hopefully not only make the shadows disappear for a second it should hopefully give enough time to the outnumbered drow to run and jump through a window and escape.

[Morty]

Dipsnig's plot clone undeadtimes... only to get a Sunburst in his eyes and promptly fall on the floor, blinded.

[VampireRot]

"OH GOD WHY?!"

Oh hey, look! You just set a poor and innocent vampire patron on fire. Rot glares at the fighting drow. And waves a burning limb their way.

"Stop fighting or I will rip out your throats and play jump rope with your intestines!"

Oh meaningless threats, how fun you are. Rot looks around for a tub of water or something to put out the fire that is on him. Looking quite calm for a guy on fire. It happens a lot.

[Reinholdt]

Tebtranlyn jumps back several times to dodge the whip just as Ilpholin planed. Then the dagger from the Moff comes flying for him and Becky's shadows start to grab at him.

Teb has a plan though! As the dagger is about to hit him the drow deflects it with a strike from his own dagger. This puts him in a bad situation though because now Becky has a grasp on him with the shadows, for a second at least. Why? Because as soon as the dagger is no longer a threat to him Teb closes and covers his eyes in the crook of his arm.

" Sunburst! " He yells casting the spell sunburst. This should hopefully not only make the shadows disappear for a second it should hopefully give enough time to the outnumbered drow to run and jump through a window and escape.
You'll have to explain what the spell does first. I mean, I've got decent guesses, but have no idea if it's a single flash or a lingering effect or causes normal things that aren't vampires to catch on fire or anything.

[ApeofLight]

It's basically a sudden burst of sunlight. Can cause pain, blindness and in undead like Rot can cause some damage.

So, if it's successful then anyone that wasn't covering there eyes basically got searing eye pain and blindness, possibly damage to themselves. The blindness may or may not be permanent.

Does that help?

[Moff Chumley]

Aw, sunuva- that wasn't cool! The Moff hurls another knife, no less accurate than the first.

[happyturtle]

I would think Moff's luck would have had him blinking at just the right time.

*ponders dropping a Darcy clone in here*

[Moff Chumley]

It would, if the ability to see had any impact on The Moff's ability to fight... :smalltongue:

[Reinholdt]

Indeed. Descriptions always help when using spells.

Ilpholin tries to use what little warning she has to cover her eyes with her arm and stop it from blinding her, but she seems to only have prevented permanent damage, still finding herself unable to see properly for a short time. Not that that stops a proper combatant.

Especially one with her own blinding capabilities. No doubt Teb is either immune to his own spell or shut his eyes to cast it and plans to use the effects to escape, but Ilpholin activates her blinding beauty specialty. Unlike a burst of the sun, this is more ongoing and only affects things that can see and not things like shadows and darkness. The effects are very much the same to those with eyes who see her though. It's like staring at... a sunburst when it goes off. :smalltongue:

[Morty]

Dipsnig scrambles to his feet, blinking rapidly. You son of a b**ch! I'll gouge your eyes out!

[Artemis97]

Raril vaults over the bartop just as the Sunburst spell goes off, and is shielded from the searing light. A moment later, he stands up from heind the bar, a heavy crossbow in his arms. It was a rather large construction of wood and metal, with wheels and pulleys amplifying the tension on thebraided wire bowstring. Brass sights at the front and rear of the weapon of gnomish design made this monster of a crossbow a highly accurate, highpowered weapon. Raril shoulders it and takes aim for Teb.

Unfortunately, Ilpholin chooses this moment to blind the entire bar. Raril pulls the trigger anyways, firing on judgement and instict alone, hoping he could judge where Teb had moved to in that split second.

[The Bushranger]

Becky, as it happens, is completely unaffected by Ilpholin's Blinding Beauty ability.

Why is this, you ask? Especially since she has such a super-duper crush on the nymph/drow/Chaotic Evil Eldritch Thing That Is Probably Just Itching For A Chance To End The World But May Just Be Misunderstood?

Well, that would be because of Teb's Sunburst spell, of course.

Which, it might be noted, seared away the shadows she'd been commanding to start leeching his essence, quite niftily...

..and also caused her to SCREECH IN YE GADS THE HORRIBLE TERRIBLE BURNING PAIN!!!

It's a bit hard to be looking at a nymph when you're screaming and yowling and rolling around on the floor in agony, after all.

[VampireRot]

So... Is Ilpholin using love magic or something? :smallconfused: Or does it just blind people. If it's love magic, Rot is unaffected due to him lacking all those silly hormones. If not, he's probably blinded. And still on fire. The vampire flails around for the nearest source of water. He checks behind the bar for a fire hose or something.

[Reinholdt]

So... Is Ilpholin using love magic or something? :smallconfused: Or does it just blind people. If it's love magic, Rot is unaffected due to him lacking all those silly hormones. If not, he's probably blinded. And still on fire. The vampire flails around for the nearest source of water. He checks behind the bar for a fire hose or something.

It's Fey magic. You could probably call it love magic, since that's pretty much all she has access to. The idea is her beauty is so incredible it's blinding. Undead like Rot are probably just plain immune.

Though Vampires tend to be less immune to things than other undead, especially things involving sensuality. Probably since vampirism is supposedly a metaphor for sex. :smalltongue:

[McBish]

Angie walks into the bar and quickly takes in what is going on and decides to stick close to the wall. She watches the fight out of the corner of her eye as she makes her way around the room trying to find a small part of the bar that the fight hasn't reached yet.

The young woman considers putting up her ignore me aura, but that would make it impossible to be served anything.

[ApeofLight]

*Crash!*

Teb makes it through the window safely! Mostly safely! Wounded! Survivable! Well, between Moff's dagger and that gnomish crossbow, along with him having to jump through the window and the split second where Raril was blinded his right arm is... pretty messed up.

But not messed up enough for him to run away into an alley and disappear into the shadows. Good thing he wasn't looking anywhere near Ilpholin when she did the beauty thingy of blindness.

Hooray! The evil drow got away with a new set of enemies that he wants to kill oh so badly. Also if he's lucky he might not loose his arm.:smallsmile: Though he's probably going to need a healer soon for that.:smallfrown:

[Morty]

Dipsnig staggers, slowly regaining his eyesight. Sensitive goblin eyes or not, he's been blinded a lot since leaving home and he got used to it. Yeowch... where's that kobold-loving bastard who blinded me? Looking at the smashed window, he gets a very definite suspicion.

[Reinholdt]

*Crash!*

Teb makes it through the window safely! Mostly safely! Wounded! Survivable! Well, between Moff's dagger and that gnomish crossbow, along with him having to jump through the window and the split second where Raril was blinded his right arm is... pretty messed up.

But not messed up enough for him to run away into an alley and disappear into the shadows. Good thing he wasn't looking anywhere near Ilpholin when she did the beauty thingy of blindness.

Hooray! The evil drow got away with a new set of enemies that he wants to kill oh so badly. Also if he's lucky he might not loose his arm.:smallsmile: Though he's probably going to need a healer soon for that.:smallfrown:
He wasn't watching his enemies when he was making his escape, especially one he seemed to be watching the entire fight? :smallconfused:
That's a good way to make sure one gets killed rather quickly while trying. :smallannoyed:

Ilpholin turns off her blinding beauty, recovering almost as quickly as Dipsnig and stoops to help Becky goes to check on Raril thanks the Moff immediately exits to chase after the blood trail and hunt Teb down ASAP. She's not the most gracious of allies.

[ApeofLight]

Ilpholin will be able to follow it for a while but it seems Teb quickly started to bandage his arm once he was out. This makes the blood trail harder and harder to follow as it goes along and after a while you'd probably need a skilled tracker to continue to follow Teb's tracks.

[Earl of Purple]

If anybody needs a tracker, there's a Deeptroll sitting at a table, eating fish messily. The deeptroll is 7ft tall, although probably taller due to the hunched back, with white skin and blue light-organs on a stalk of flesh protruding from his forehead and his wrists. The creature from over a mile underground is wearing a loincloth and a blindfold over his large eyes. The darktroll also asked specifically for the oldest fish available, making him rather smelly at the moment.

Deeptrolls are good trackers; living in the lightless depths of the world means they need to be to survive.

[Artemis97]

"He got away, didn't he?" Raril asks no one in particularly, mostly because he can't see anyone he would be talking to. Staring blankly, he reloads the crossbow in his hands by feel alone.

[VampireRot]

"Hey! HEY!!! Where can I get some water in here? I'm kinda on fire!"

Rot waves his flaming arms around. He is indeed on fire. Interesting.

[The Bushranger]

Becky, meanwhile, curls up on the floor, still shuddering and whimpering in pain.

Seems the Sunburst double-whammied her - she's both sensitive to light and her mind didn't react well to having the shadows it was controlling suddenly seared away.

[Artemis97]

"Hey, Daggernose?" Raril pipes up.

"Ya, boss?" The Goblin answers.

"Can you get the man some water?"

Daggernose nods and picks up a bucket of soapy water from the corner and tosses its contents at Rot.

Raril, meanwhile, sets his crossbow on the counter, and tries to carefully make his way towards Becky.

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin will be able to follow it for a while but it seems Teb quickly started to bandage his arm once he was out. This makes the blood trail harder and harder to follow as it goes along and after a while you'd probably need a skilled tracker to continue to follow Teb's tracks.
Teb is very fast indeed to bandage himself so quickly while running for his life. Realizing there really was no chance of killing Teb, Ilpholin returns to the Black Dragon Den in an extremely foul mood, going to step over Becky and take a seat without saying a word.

[VampireRot]

"Thank you. Bloody slow though..."

Rot grumbles a bit and returns to his seat. He orders another Ichor. Seeing as how he needs some blood to drink to heal all those nasty burns.

[The Bushranger]

Becky, needless to say, isn't going anywhere fast - or at all, still suffering the physical and mental pain - dimming a bit as time passes, true, but it's still there.

[ApeofLight]

Well not so much as bandage as wrap it up in his cloak so blood wouldn't get anywhere easily.

[Artemis97]

"Ilpholin? Daughter..." Raril asks, reluctantly. "They didn't happen to teach you priestess' magic, did they?"

Oh, he knew it was a risk, asking for her help, but right now he was blind, unable to help himself, or poor Becky.

[VampireRot]

Rot grins and steps over to Becky. He peers down at her and licks his lips. Shame he'd probably get yelled at if he had a little snack. :smallannoyed: And Gordon probably wouldn't be too happy either. He pokes her with a foot.

"Hehe."

[Reinholdt]

"OF COURSE NOT!!" Ilpholin screams as she throws a bottle at the wall causing it to shatter loudly. When the heck did she get a bottle?

Her voice becomes shrill and mocking and disgusted. "You can't be a priestess Ilpholin. You're not one of Lolth's children Ilpholin. Go back to the surface and stay there you fey whore Ilpholin."

"Your eyes will get better soon enough. Get over it." :smallannoyed:

She glances at Becky, huffs and stands up. The nymph will go over to try to grab her and shove her under a table where it's dark and there's lots of shadows. She doesn't bother going about it gently.

[The Bushranger]

Maybe she could break Rot's foot in the process? :smalltongue:

Being shoved into the shadows seems to make Becky a bit more comfortable.
...well, she stopped whimpering in pain, at least.
"W-w-what happened?" she mutters after a few more minutes.

[VampireRot]

"You saw some sun and curled up to cry like a baby. Hilarious."

Rot grins at her. Despite the being put on fire thing, this was a good day.

[Artemis97]

It's a bar, there's lots of bottles.

Raril cringes when Ilpholin starts shouting. When she finishes, he straightens up and sighs. "They're wrong, you know. You're as much a drow as any of them. Although, right know, I'm not sure if that's anything to be proud of." The drow feels his way over to an empty chair and takes a seat. "How's your friend? It seemed like that spell hit her hard."

[ApeofLight]

*Checks watch*

Hmm, I'd say the poison administered to Raril at the very begging of the whole fight through that little scratch he got when he tossed Tebtranlyn should start to take effect in about two minutes.

Once it starts Raril probably won't notice much. A little blurred vision, weak legs, fatigue. Then about ten minutes after that he should be collapsed onto the floor barely able to move with everything being blurry and ten more minutes after that he shouldn't be able to breath or see and death should soon come after that.

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff carefully walks back to the bar, orders another glass of rat mead, and artfully ignores his fellow AMENites suffering. He will, however, shoot Ilpholin a nasty look during the whole screaming breakdown thingy.

[Reinholdt]

It's a bar, there's lots of bottles.

Raril cringes when Ilpholin starts shouting. When she finishes, he straightens up and sighs. "They're wrong, you know. You're as much a drow as any of them. Although, right know, I'm not sure if that's anything to be proud of." The drow feels his way over to an empty chair and takes a seat. "How's your friend? It seemed like that spell hit her hard."

"I AM drow. She'll be fine."
She considers kicking Becky just so she won't protest, but decides against it. Ilpholin might need her later. Now that they going to have to kidnap someone.

[The Bushranger]

"Rot? I hate you," Becky groans under the table, unfolding and, finally sitting up, grabbing her head. "What the heck was that thing, anyway?"

[Moff Chumley]

I hear yah, sister. Rot, stop being so useless. The Moff has decided Rot is an acceptable target for verbal abuse. :smalltongue:

[VampireRot]

"I'm very useful. Just, to myself. And what thing? The drow you fought? That was a drow. They're black elves. And evil. Or the flash of light? That was a flash of light. Nasty spell."

Rot is indeed an acceptable target. Feel free to mock and ridicule him.*

*VampireRot industries takes no responsibilities for any dismemberment experienced after taking our advice.

[Artemis97]

Oh, blurry vision, a symptom he already was experiencing. Tired legs, he most likely won't notice as he's sitting down, and fatigue, well that was to be expected after a fight like that. So... yeah... Raril was in real trouble.

"Suburst." Raril explains for Becky. "As the name indicates, it simulates a burst of raw sunlight, damaging eyes, searing skin, and burning undead." He waves a hand in the general direction of Rot. "Very clever move, really, especially when fighting those who are sensetive to light, as we Drow are. I have to wonder where he learned that, though. It's not a common thing in the underdark."

[The Bushranger]

"Oh. Remind me to kill him slowly for that later. Controlling shadows that suddenly aren't there anymore is not pleasant. At all.

Climbing weakly out from under the table, Becky gives Rot a glare that, if glares could catch vampires on fire, would set him on fire. And looks at Ilpholin. "You alright?"

[VampireRot]

Glares can catch vampires on fire. But only if you're one of them really holy angel things, a Solor or higher, something like that.

"Oh she's having a tantrum. Something about being rejected by the drow for being a lame nymph."

Rot ducks!

[Reinholdt]

"Fine." Ilpholin lies.
"Though Naddy won't be. I hope you made your peace with him dad-"

Ilpholin trails off as her whip is being shot out to try to wrap around Rot's abdomen, turn into a thin steel edge and retract like a tape measure. Because that's usually quite painful.

[The Bushranger]

Becky nods - then, despite still looking a bit pained, grins broadly as she sees where Ilpholin's whip is being flicked.
"Oh yes, put the squeeze on him..."

[VampireRot]

Rot grabs the tape measure whip as it wraps around him and tries to cut into his armor. He doesn't even wince as it digs into his undead flesh. The vampire yanks on it. Hard. Like "You're now flying across the room" hard. :smalltongue:

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin is indeed flying across the room.
Though seems to be very good at turning that to her advantage and making it a powerful flying kick at Rot's face.

"I'm really not in the mood for this. If you don't want me to pour glitter all over your coffin, you'll shut up and leave me alone." :smallmad:

[Artemis97]

"Nadas? Oh damn..." The boy was in danger too, now. Wasn't he? Raril had to find him and warn him at the very least. The drow pushes himself up from his seat and starts walking towards the door. He doesn't make it three steps before collapsing.

[Shadow of the Sun]

Sunn walks over, the bottle still on her nose, and gives Raril a kick.

"Get up."

[VampireRot]

Rot ducks. That's the problem with flying kicks. Take 1/2 of the damage you would have dealt! If anyone gets that reference... He lets go of the whip and unravels it from around his waste.

"Fine fine. You can go do whatever."

Rot then very helpfully points out Rarils predicament by poking him with his foot. High five Sunn!

[The Bushranger]

Becky scowls at Rot, and gets up to walk over and help Ilpholin up. If she needs it.
And thrust a shadow-stake in Rot's back on the way past.

...she gets a bit distracted by Raril's sudden collapse, though. And stares.

[Artemis97]

Raril grunts when he's kicked, but otherwise doesn't respond.

[Shadow of the Sun]

Sunn frowns.

And kicks him again.

"I said, GET UP."

This kick is still quite gentle, but Raril will find that he might just be full of energy after receiving it.

[Reinholdt]

You make do with what reactions you can when you get yanked.
She lands gracefully and notes everyone gathering around Raril.
...
Ilpholin heads over to kneel next to him and look him over and take his pulse. Without kicking him in the side.

Only instead, she finds herself suddenly darting in the way of Sunn's kick and taking it in the leg.

"BACK OFF." :mad:

The only person who gets to kick Raril is Ilpholin.

[Shadow of the Sun]

Sunn chuckles.

"Please, little girl. Don't mess with someone who's so big that you look like an ant."

She smiles sweetly.

"I could, at this moment, pluck out your heart. Raril here is a friend. A close one. I'm trying to help him."

[The Bushranger]

"Maybe we should figure out what's wrong with him, then?" Becky points out, frowning and stepping closer.

[Artemis97]

Should someone actually check on him instead of kicking him, they will find that Raril's pulse is racing, his breathing is shallow, and his eyes are half open, unfocused.

He was presently having flashbacks to when his brother hit him with a similar poison in this same building years before. He'd also like it if the ladies would save their power contest until after he was healed. The drow figured they wouldn't, though. They never did. Power came first in a woman's mind. Well... most women. Zee was never like that. Neither was Lori.

How strange he would think of her in this place. I wonder if I'll see her again...

[Reinholdt]

"BY KICKING HIM?!?" :furious:

"Go to hell with your pathetic threats. He's MY daddy, I'LL take care of him. Find a different friend to kick. Better yet, kick Rot."

Ilpholin quickly goes to scoop Raril up, intending to take him from this stupid bar.

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff facepalms at Ilpholin's antics.

[VampireRot]

"Enough kicking can solve all your problems. Mine, at least. Like you guys!"

Before anyone can kick him, Rot deadtimes. :smallamused:

[Shadow of the Sun]

"Not so fast."

Sunn clicks her fingers.

Raril should find that the poison racing through his blood is draining, and that his pulse is equalising. That is, at least, what Sunn intended.

"He might be 'your daddy', but he's MY charge."

[Artemis97]

Ilpholin's a strong girl, she can probably manage to pick up Raril without any trouble. He wasn't resisting, for the moment anyways.

Then Sunn snaps her fingers, and the poison is magically out of his system. Soon, his breathing slows to a normal rate and the drow blinks, looking around.

[Reinholdt]

The Moff facepalms at Ilpholin's antics.
Why? :smallconfused:
To any observer who didn't know better it sure looked a whole lot like mugging a guy who was already down on the ground.

And telling someone not so fast, then not really following it up with anything visible really isn't going to slow Ilpholin down either. She just keeps on going towards the exit, carrying Raril even though he's coming to. Granted she keeps looking around and listening for the attack she expects to come after the finger clicking, but it's not there.

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff is impressed. He looks at Sunn. Hey, would you be at all interested in joining AMEN? Lotsa things we can do for you, lots of things you can do for us... you can continue working here, of course.

I don't suppose The Moff's luck will work here... :smalltongue:

[Shadow of the Sun]

"Yeah, not happening. I'm beyond AMEN's calibre, anyways."

Sunn nods at the now awake Raril.

"THAT'S why not so fast."

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff shrugs. Suit yourself. He's not about to resort to Gordon's form of recruitment... :smalltongue:

And wouldn't Ilpholin know that, until proven otherwise, all bartenders have strange and mysterious powers? :smallconfused:

[Artemis97]

"What's going on?" Raril mumbles. He quickly recognizes he's being carried. "Ilpholin?" He looks up at her, confused.

[The Bushranger]

"Um, Ipphy? I think you don't really need to worry too much, it looks like he's getting better..." Becky calls, even as she looks at Sunn in awe.

[Shadow of the Sun]

Sunn then tries to (lightly) thwack Raril on the back of the head.

"Why didn't you ask for my help, you idiot?"

[Artemis97]

"Ow!" Raril flinches and rubs the back of his head. "I didn't know I was in trouble until I fell over." The drow sighs. "You can put me down, now, Ilpholin. I think I'm okay."

[Reinholdt]

... Right. Because Ilpholin has been in so many bars. :smalltongue:

Since no one stopped her and she is drawing no connection whatsoever to Sunn's claims and Raril's "cured nature", they should be out of the bar now and in Inside.

And you people decide to post fast. :smallannoyed:

Ilpholin dumps Raril unceremoniously on the ground, and decides to just continue leaving herself.

[Shadow of the Sun]

Sunn extends a hand down to Raril, to help him up.

"Seriously, do you know how much it hurts having Kara kick you? And that was when she was a BABY..."

[The Bushranger]

"Hey, where are you going?" Becky calls after the departing nymph-drow-evil-thing.

[Artemis97]

Sorry Rein, I'm about to go to bed, so I wanted to wrap this up.

Raril hits the floor with a *thud*, but he's up on his feet quickly enough, rubbing his backside. "Ow... I'll be sure to specify gently next time... Hey, wait! We've got to find your brother." He explains, following after Ilpholin into Inside.

((And I'm calling deadtime here tonight, feel free to keep going, Raril will catch up.))

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin doesn't reply to either of them, but continues storming off to Inside and also deadtimes.

If she were a dryad or a druid, there would be stormclouds over the whole city instead of just her head.

[The Bushranger]

Becky sighs, and debates running after them, but knows deadtime ooze is a powerful thing.
And, so, she looks at Sunn, eyes still showing quite a bit of awe.
"So, um...how powerful are you?" she asks. Rather bluntly. Heh.

[Shadow of the Sun]

"Enough to make my own personal little universe."

Sunn stretches a little, adjusting her top hat so it's a bit jauntier.

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff groans and tries to get drunk faster.

[The Bushranger]

Becky, Sunn might notice, makes careful note of the stretching...
Even as her eyes widen.
"...you're not serious," the Goth-looking shadowcaster says, stunned.

[Shadow of the Sun]

Becky's attempts to see Sunn's boobs will be foiled by the fact that Sunn is wearing a rather spiffy suit.

Sunn looks at her. Becky will understand that Sunn knows EXACTLY what she was trying to do.

"Yes, seriously. Got one I live in. Me, the husband, and the kids. I drop in here every now and then."

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff, without looking, waves a hand in the air. Becky, a word...

[The Bushranger]

"Ah, I see," Becky says, her expression clearly saying 'curses, foiled again'.
"Sounds like a happy family, then?"

...then, the Moff summons.
"Ah, excuse me. My...co-worker...desires my attention."
And Becky, giving the Moff a 'this had better be worth it' look, heads in his direction.
...discreetly checking out Sunn's rear on the way past, of course.

[Shadow of the Sun]

"Very happy family."

Becky will notice than Sunn has a tail. Rather like one a succubus would have.

[Moff Chumley]

The Moff isn't exactly hammered, but he's making his best effort at getting there. Listen, Becky, I don't exactly swing that way, but I'm still aware we work with some plenty attractive women. If you're into that kinda thing, I'm not gonna judge, ya dig? But judgement, logic, caution... I get that they're hardly exciting, but you run into some pretty, uh, metabolically challenging people at AMEN. Cutting to the chase: if you're distracted by every set o' breasts you run into, you're not gonna last long. Dig?