The Black Dragons' Den [New Management!]

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja appears not to notice him, though he keeps an eye on him.
"Yes, that was the reason."

[McBish]

"I don't suppose you'd buy me another drink?"

[AmberVael]

"Of course I would."
He waves Daggernose over to refill their drinks.
"So have you been around long? Made many connections?"

[McBish]

"I was... dropped here a little under a week ((I think)). I have meet several people who I now think of as freinds. Lots of people here have showed me a lot of kindness, and made me feel very welcome."

[AmberVael]

"Has anyone taken the opposite sort of interest?"
He drops his voice so as not to carry, but not low enough to be noticeable by others.

[McBish]

"Well I have been mugged, kidnapped, assulted, and helped lead an attack against some pretty powerful beings. So I probably have a few people who are angry at me."

[AmberVael]

"I see."
He keeps a discreet eye on the man.

[McBish]

She finishes off her glass of wine "I could go for something a little stronger but I don't know if I trust too many drinks in this place."

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja chuckles.
"Very wise of you."

[McBish]

"But before I drink to much I think I should start earning my paycheck. So if you excuse me I'm going to preform for my soon to be adoring fans."

[Lucky]

(('Bout time... :smalltongue: :smallwink: ))

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja chuckles again and keeps closer tabs on the man who has been watching her.

[McBish]

She stands up and moves to a central position. And summons up a lute. She starts to play and sing and the crowd soon are all paying attention to her. She plays for awhile, before switching into tumbling mode. She shows off her… flexibility. After that several members of the crowd buy her drinks. She takes them with a smile. She goes back to singing for a while. The man who was watching her stands up smiling after the tumbling and heads out of the den. ((Perform check of 19+20= 39))

[Lucky]

After applauding Lillah's performance, Traven stands from the bar and thinks to himself for a moment, looking at the drinks list. We need to fix that... I'm not nearly drunk enough... He steps into the kitchen for awhile.

((Be back in a couple hours.))

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja is tempted to follow the man, but doesn't. He applauds with the rest.

[McBish]

Lillah ends with a funny song about a barmaid of questinable virtue. She ends with a bow and heads back over to Faceninja.

[Renrik]

((Man, this place has gotten a lot of buisiness. I mean, seriously. I'm still amazed. How the bloody hell did you manage to get that much buisiness? The unsavory patrons, the murderous owner, and the legions of assassins used to keep everyone away.))

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja looks at her.
"Someone has been watching you."

[McBish]

((I take all the credit. Or at least Lillah does. :wink:))

"Well isn't that the point of performing?"

[Lucky]

((You just have to keep all that stuff a little quieter. :smallwink:

And I'm gone now...

And curse you McBish! :smalltongue: ))

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja shakes his head.
"No, he was here before then. He was trying to hide it, but he watched you almost the whole time we were talking. He left during your performance."

[McBish]

"Really? Are you sure?"

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja nods.

[McBish]

"Dammit, I wonder what he wants. Was he alone?"

[Renrik]

Narfang enters the bar, his badge concealed as usual, wearing his jacket and his jaunty hat. His crossbow remains at his side as always.

He goes to the bar and orders an ale, keeping an eye out for potential attacks

((old habit; he's from this part of town, and still isn't used to going anywhere in it without getting assaulted and mugged.))

[AmberVael]

"Yes. I would have said something, but I didn't want to attract suspicion. I could go and try to track him, if you want me to."
He flicks his eyes to Narfang as he enters.

[McBish]

"Don't bother for all we know he is just some creepy stalker guy that is harmless." Lillah notices that her hand is shaking slightly adds a drop of essance of chaos into her drink and takes a big drink.

[AmberVael]

"If you're sure."
The Faceninja resolves to look for the man later.
"So, what now?"

[Renrik]

Narfang nurses his ale, then notices who it is that's giving it to him:

Daggernose, you old dog! How's it been goin', eh? How's Sicklewort doin'?"

[McBish]

"Well I'm hungry and I trust the food here even less than the drinks, why don't we go to Trog's."

[AmberVael]

((Oh man, I'm going to get so confused with all of my characters in one spot))
He nods again.
"Very well then."
He stands.

[McBish]

((Sorry))
Lillah stands up and heads out with him.

[B-Man]

Kain enters the Den, followed shortly by Konrad. Kain appears to be better then he was earlier, although he still has a slight limp on his left side. He scans the room looking for Traven, and doesn't see him. He then sits at the bar and takes a mug of ale.

[Lucky]

Traven walks out of the kitchen and sees Kain. Kain! Good to see y-He stops as he spots Konrad. Oh, business call I see?

[Fenric]

An acolyte in the livery of the Temple of Inari enters the bar.

It is my great pleasure to invite all present to the third monthly full moon party at the Temple of Inari. In addition, this auspicious occasion is the birthday of Fenric's player, and the dedication of our new residential building!

[B-Man]

Yes, I'm afraid that this is a business encounter. This is probably my last time being able to be at the Den for fights. I know that I've only been to one fight, but appartently there's a link between me and Cybil and she got sick while I fought the Faceninja. I have your drink list though.

Bee Sting - Dark Beer mixed with orange juice.
Snakebite - a cocktale made with beer and cider.
Hurricane - a drink made with passion fruit and rum.
Zombie - a strong cocktail made with various fruit juices, liqueurs, and rums. Garanteed to knock you out. Not for the weak of stomach.


I know that it's not much, but it's a start.

[Lucky]

What? You can't leave after the first! Now who is Faceninja going to fight? Traven grabs the list and reads it. Alright, that's a nice one, I'll get Daggernose to learn them and put them up.
Come back later though, we can discuss other jobs within the Den. Kain (and most likely Konrad) can tell when Traven says "later" he means "without Konrad."

[B-Man]

Konrad grunts and shakes his head. That's going to be hard for Kain, 'specially when Cybil is going to kill him the next time she sees him.
Ex-nay on the ybil-Cay(pronounced 'say')
As Kain turns to leave with Konrad, he drops a second piece of paper for Traven to read.

Cybil's going to be having a close watch on the Den, so I won't be able to meet you here. I will be hanging around the Woods if you ever need me.


Kain Starshadow

[Lucky]

You have to be joking... Traven says as Konrad drags Kain out. He picks up the note and pockets it after quickly glancing at it. Those two might have to be... removed...

[McBish]

Lillah comes into the Den and heads towards the center of the room. She stands there for a second and starts to pull daggers out of the air. She starts to flip them in the air. Slowly at first but soon they start to pick up speed and she adds more daggers. After a minute or so Lillah is juggling 5 daggers in intricate patterens. At this point most if not all eyes our on her. She continues to juggle and starts to dance while doing it, she seems to be paying no attention to the daggers. After she finishes she lets the crowd buy her drinks. Anyone paying particular attention might notice her add a drop of liquid into her first drink. After a few seconds she starts to tell jokes that you wouldn't want your mother to hear. Then she ends her act with a slow and difficult dance, that strechs her body in unnatural, but appealing, ways. She ends her act with a bow and heads out into the streets.

[Lucky]

Traven steps out of the back and Jane runs up to him. Sir, problem, the owner of the Black Market showed up, we had to pull out.

You have to be joking? Traven scowls and heads outside.

[Lucky]

Traven returns, soaking wet and trailing water behind him as he walks through to the back rooms.

[Deadly]

An NPC enters, looking up at the sign as he walks in Black Dragon? Not bad.

He takes a seat at the bar and looks around

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja steps in and glances around warily. His eyes mark and calculate the NPC, and then he takes a seat at a back corner table.

[Deadly]

The NPC turns to the bar and looks over the offerings "An ale." he mutters and places a copper piece on the bar.

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja does nothing other than watch and wait.

[Deadly]

The man sips his ale. He appears to act completely normal and calmly. He looks around and spots the FN, raises an eyebrow a bit, but then returns to his ale.

[Deadly]

After finishing his ale he turns to FN "Excuse me, I'm new here, can you tell me why this place is called the Black Dragons Den?"

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja stares for a while, then shrugs.
"Because that is what the owners wanted to name it."
His eyes follow the NPC disconcertingly.

[Deadly]

He nods "So, nothing special there. Very well, thanks for your help." he says and leaves, pausing briefly in the door before disappearing.

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja relaxes and waits, then slips into meditation.

[B-Man]

Kain walks into the Den and glaces around the room. He notices the Face Ninja meditating. Not seeing Traven, he grabs a mug of ale and sits in a booth, looking around.

[AmberVael]

"Recovered, I hope?"
The Faceninja's tone is dry and amused.

[B-Man]

Kain starts at Faceninja's voice. Yes... I have... when next we fight, it won't be a repeat of last time.. he says with a tone that says that he's still trying to convince himself. He glances around the room, looking like he's expecting an assult from anyone.

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja chuckles lowly.
"You didn't even let me get started. I do hope you put a better fight next time, otherwise I might have to look for a different opponent."

[B-Man]

Don't you worry. I'll give you more of a fight. You can bet you're life on that. Kain's voice still seems a bit shakey, but he seems a little more confident. He stops looking around the room, and he appears a little calmer.

[McBish]

Lillah walks into the Den and sits at the bar, her face a mixture of emotions.

[AmberVael]

"For your sake, I hope you do."
His eyes flick to Lillah.
"Something wrong, Lillah?"

[McBish]

Lillah looks over at Faceninja *sarcasm*"Nope I'm just peachy."*sarcasm*

[AmberVael]

"Oh, well would you care to explain how you got into such a good mood?"
He matches her tone with a hint of amusement.

[McBish]

((Check your PM's Vael))
Lillah seems to get angry at Faceninja "Well apparently some one decieded to make me their toy to play with whenever he wants. And as soon as I find this out, everyone I thought might help me out just leave me sitting alone in a prison."

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja gets up and goes over to her.
"I'm sorry, Lillah. I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought Elya had taken care of everything."
((Check your own ;) ))

[McBish]

Lillah turns from anger to sadness "She took away the memories but not the problem."

[B-Man]

Kain sits in his seat, and looks at his drink. He swirls it about and drinks it.

((I should get off. Be back in an hour or so.))

[AmberVael]

"Memories?"
He puts the emphasis on the last syllable.
"And I'm sorry for leaving, but after casting that spell, Elya was exhausted. She needed to rest."
He smiles a little.
"I can help you now though."

[McBish]

"I know and I guess I understand. And I don't want to sound ungrateful, but it hurt to be alone right then. And I don't know what you can do right now." She artfuly ignories the question about memories.

[AmberVael]

Earin sighs and hugs her.
"We can work this out, Lillah."

[McBish]

Lillah pulls out of the hug like she is uncomfortable being touched, which she never seemed to have before.

[AmberVael]

Earin's brow creases, and he looks at her in concern.
"What is it, Lillah?"

[McBish]

"I'm sorry it isn't personal. It's nothing personal I just... I don't know what it is. I have this feeling that... that I don't want to be touched." She looks up at Faceninja with an apologetic look.

[AmberVael]

Earin accepts this, but still seems concerned.
"Thats okay."
He sighs and ponders what little they know.

[McBish]

Lillah starts to mull over everything that has been happening to her and tries to make sense of it all.

[AmberVael]

"Do you know of anyone that might do this?"

[McBish]

"No not really. The pumpkinhead things was beaten, the thugs who called me a cheat are either dead or to intimadated to do anything, and I don't think the Lords of Chaos would do this. He wouldn't let them."

[AmberVael]

"Why wouldn't he let them, and why would they have the motive to?"

[McBish]

"He cares about me, he would do everything to stop them from hurting me. As for motive they don't really care about me that much."

[AmberVael]

"When was the last time you had contact with him? When he changed your hair?"
Earin grins slightly at the memory.

[McBish]

Lillah smiles at the memory "Yeah."

[AmberVael]

"Hmmm... could things have changed during that time? Not meaning his care for you, but if there were extenuating circumstances..."

[McBish]

A worried look comes over her face "He would fight them until... No it can't be them."

[AmberVael]

"I think we should try and contact him, just in case something is going on."

[McBish]

"I don't know how, or if the Lords will let us."

[AmberVael]

Earin thinks.
"How does he contact you?"

[McBish]

"I think he uses some sort of item. Although it might just be another trick he knows. He creats that swirl of colors and talks to me, in my mind."

[AmberVael]

Earin thinks.
"Is there someway for someone to visit him? Could we, or I, possibly try to go see him?"

[McBish]

"I know I can't go back until the Lords let me back, and that won't be for a while. And I doubt they would let you go on my behalf. But he said that he would come and visit as soon as he could."

[AmberVael]

"What if I go of my own volition? And not on your behalf?"
((Brb))

[McBish]

"I don't know maybe. But if you go and they don't want you there they might hurt you."

[AmberVael]

"So if I go and request an audience, I may risk harm to myself? Or is there something I am missing here?"

[McBish]

"Before when the banished me they... they hurt me. And when I tried to go back they did it again before throwing me back here. I don't want them to hurt you for trying to help me."

[AmberVael]

"Don't worry. I wouldn't be so foolish as to make my reasons for going known. I may not even need to."

[McBish]

"But what if they already know why you are going... they may be watching right now."

[AmberVael]

"I will just have to risk it, won't I?"
He smiles comfortingly.

[McBish]

"Are you sure?"

[AmberVael]

"I don't really have anything to worry about."

[McBish]

"Ha, you obviously haven't spent to much time with the Lords of Chaos. Listen if they get mad at you they will hurt you. Esspecially if you are in their realm."

[AmberVael]

Earin shrugs and smiles.
"I can bear a bit of pain, and I assure you, they won't be able to do anything permanent."

[McBish]

Lillah shudders a bit "I wouldn't be so sure. If your sure, I suppose we can try. How will you get there?"

[AmberVael]

"Would teleportation work, or do I need something more akin to planar travel?"

[McBish]

"I'm not sure I've never travled much. It is on a different plane though so..."

[AmberVael]

"Teleportation should work anyways, unless they are shielding against it. I do need a description though, or something to help me end up in the right place."

[McBish]

"That might pose a problem everything is always shifting. Except maybe the Ice."

[AmberVael]

"But surely something about where your master is in particular should be stable?"

[McBish]

"The Ice, it is like a room that is filled with snow and is frezzing cold. I don't know why they keep it like that. The sky is a swirling mass of colors. Do you think that might work?"

[AmberVael]

"I know about Limbo; I could teleport there easily. I am looking for a more specific place, such as exactly where your master might be."

[McBish]

"Well maybe the grand hall. It is where we performed most of the time. Maybe there. It doesn't shift too much."

[AmberVael]

"Alright. Could you describe... actually, if you don't mind, could you share a memory of it with me? Or you could just picture it in your mind and show me that."

[McBish]

"Sure" She closes her eyes and pictures the grand hall, it is a large room with pillars of what looks like marble with veins of different colors running through them. It is fairly open with a large pile of pillows at one end.

((I have to go in about 5 minutes for a meeting. I might be gone for a couple of hours.))

[AmberVael]

((K then))
Earin lightly touches her mind and focuses, then captures the memory with his own mind. ((As in, he now remembers it photographically. Autohypnosis is fun!))
"Very well. I will need some time to prepare. I'll find you when I am ready."
He nods, stands and vanishes.

[McBish]

"Ok then see you later." After he dissapears "Thank you." She sits back in her chair and starts to think. ((And I'm off.))

[B-Man]

Kain glances around the room quickly, and returns to swirling his drink.

[McBish]

Lillah thinks about performing, but deciedes she isn't in the mood.

[AmberVael]

Earin appears, out of his ninja guise. He is wearing an obvious royal blue cape and a prominent symbol of Inari. He holds a staff made out of blue ice which seems to pulse with an inner light.
http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h107/sjunderw/EarinChampion.gif
((Old picture. I remember when I made that...))
He smiles at Lillah.
"All right. Anything I should know before I go?"

[McBish]

"Ask for Molph the Magnificent. And be careful."
((Should I make a new thread for this?))

[AmberVael]

((Yes))
"Of course. Wish me luck, Lillah, I'm sure it will really mean something coming from you."
His eyes glow blue and then he calls up the memory of the hall and vanishes, warping time and space to take him there.

[McBish]

"Good luck."

[Admiral One]

Erdan walks in and looks around while walking slowly towards the bar. His cowl is down but he keeps his cloak shut. Looking around one last time, he turns towards Daggernose

"Yeah, hi. Im looking for Dalerion. Either him or someone by the name of..." He thinks for a moment "...Traven?"

[Glint Gemseeker]

Just then, a rather haggard looking gnome walks into the tavern, and heads for the bar. Heads turn at his odd shifty gait.

" ill have whatever shifty over there is having"

He indicates the man with the black cloak.

[AmberVael]

Earin appears, flipping his staff up his sleeve somehow. He takes a seat next to Lillah.

[McBish]

"How'd it go?" You can tell she was worried.

[AmberVael]

"Well, it isn't the Chaos Lords, thankfully, Molph says he is still watching out for you, and its true, he even knew my name, and he is doing well. Oh, and I didn't get the position. Damn."
Earin smiles a little at his last few words.

[McBish]

Lillah raises an eyebrow but just smiles. "Well I didn't think it was but it is good to know. So what do you think of Molph?"

[AmberVael]

"Interesting fellow. Very protective."
The image of five daggers enters his mind and he shakes it out.
"Oh, and I wonder what he meant..."
He puts his hand in his pocket.

[McBish]

There is a small note. In the same flowry script that the other note was in is says "The game is Onioned."

[AmberVael]

Earin looks at it for a moment.
"Does this mean something to you?"
He holds it out to Lillah.

[McBish]

Lillah takes the note and shakes her head "He likes to do stuff like this. Um... maybe if you tell me what happened?"

[AmberVael]

Earin gives her an explanation of everything that went on and then looks up.
"I'm sorry about the short notice, Lillah, but I have to go. Elya is calling me."
He smiles.
"I will come back to help you later."
With a parting wave he vanishes.

[McBish]

"No problem, thank you." She looks at the note and feels happier than she has in a long time and heads to Trog's.

[Glint Gemseeker]

Daggernose places the drink in front of the gnome, who silently pays up. The gnome takes a quick swig of his drink, pulls a wry face and then spits the liquid out.

This swill tastes like seawater mixed with my boot!!!

[B-Man]

Kain, now finished with his drink, goes up to the bar and grabs another.

[Admiral One]

Erdan orders port-wine and sips it silently while waiting for someone to show up. He turns to the gnome when he yells.

You should probably be more specific when you ask to have what someone else is having.

He then turns to the man passed out besides him from trying to drink the Rat Mead.

The wine is better

[Glint Gemseeker]

Humph, I bet I could make better stuff than this

He pulls out a flask from a pocket and pours some purple liquid into the drink. He tentatively takes a sip. His face lights up with pleasure.

Now that's what i call a drink!!!!!

He turns to the man with the cloak.

My very own recipe.

[Admiral One]

Erdan snorts in his glass

I dont know where you got that, but I'd stay away from it. In my experience, mixing purple and black drinks do not have good results.

He finishes his glass and looks around

Hell and Damnation. Dalerion is probably galivanting around the town and dropped me in here to get me out of the way. Either that or he's just drunk...Bah. At least I can always go back to the ship if Traven doesnt show up either

He sits on his stool and looks back at the gnome.

So, who are you, anyways?

[Glint Gemseeker]

I be Bulzar Beerbelly!!!

Bulzar waves his arms majestically and stand up on the stool. The stool wobbles precariuosly before spilling its occupant onto the tavern floor. Bulzar rights his stool and takes a seat.

Im an alchemist, though really booze is my forté.

[Admiral One]

He scans the crowd continuously, trying to find either of his contacts while still listening to the gnome.

"Yes, I can tell from the name. Tell me Bulzar, do you play any games? Cards, dice?"

[Glint Gemseeker]

Bulzar gives the man an appraising look, trying to figure out if this was a trap of some sort. The man returns Bulzars scrutiny.

I be a fair hand at dice, though it be a while since i last had any fortune at it.

Bulzar draws closer, his hand twitching excitedly.

Ill have a game with ya, my man. But first, your name, if you will.

[Admiral One]

Erdan pulls out a pair of onyx dice with ruby spots.

"Erdan. And I'll play you a friendly game. After all, this is only to pass the time."

[Glint Gemseeker]

Bulzar chuckles.

All right then, Erdan, a friendly game it'll be. To pass the time and share our stories, if you have any to tell.

Bulzar takes a quick swig from his mug then moves to sit next to Erdan.

[Admiral One]

"Very well, I suppose some tales are in order"

He and Bulzar start playing dice with varying results.

[Lucky]

((Oh wow, a couple of people waiting for me...))

The door to the back room bursts open as Traven steps through, complaining about something to do with water and a "bloody pirate," but you really can't tell. His head is down to the floor, so he doesn't notice anymore as he walks to the bar and tells Daggernose to fetch him an ale.

[Admiral One]

Erdan looks up from his glass of wine when the back room opens. He immediately stands up when he overhears the man leaving it saying something about a "bloody pirate".

Hmm...He seems to know Dalerion. And he came out of the back room...this must be Traven, or at least someone who can direct me to him.

He looks over to Bulzar passed out on the bar besides him and decides to let him sleep. Moving towards the man, he reconsiders.

He really doesnt seem to be in a good mood. Very well, I can always spend one more night on the ship.


((Thanks to you Lucky, my post no longer made sense. Pay attention when someone is talking to you :smallmad: ))

[Kenyon]

Darryl, one of Kenyon's employees at the Dead-Eye, steps into the Den. How on earth it took him two days to do this when the trip normally takes 30 minutes will forever be a mystery.

"Excuse me, I have a package here for a Mr. Hawk. We were told to leave it here for him."

He drops off a long rifle case on a nearby table, with "For Hawk" written on a tag attached to it.

Fairly nervous around the seedier elements of the Den, Darryl quickly makes his way out before anyone can respond to him.

[Lucky]

((Crap! Missed him again!))

Traven gets up from the bar, where he had fallen asleep and thinks to himself outloud. Haven't had anything interesting in awhile... Trog's is always... interesting... He sits up and pushes away from the bar, standing up and knocking over the chair he was sitting on. He marches out of the Den.

[B-Man]

Kain wakes up from where he fell asleep and goes over to the bar.
Where's Traven? he says to Daggernose.
Ya just missed him.
Dammit!
Kain gets up and leaves.

[Admiral One]

Erdan wakes up Bulzar and walks out.

[TheHawk]

Walks in and takes a seat. Daggernose brings him his usual ale.

Sir, some one came in earlier with a package. He hands Hawk the rifle.

Ah, I was wondering when I'd get this. Inspects it. Perfect

Gets up and leaves

[Lucky]

Traven steps into the Den and sits down at the bar before a man in a dark, forest-coloured suit runs, throwing open the door. Sir-... Big... army... out... in... woods...
Traven stands and goes over to the man. Yes Kelan? Tell me more...
Kelan catches his breath and explains about the army out in the woods.
Does it look hostile?
No sir, but it's of Thri-Kreens.
Lead me there. Now.

They both quickly depart, headed for the woods.

[AmberVael]

A man in muted, dull brownish grey clothing enters. He looks to be a common worker of some sort. He gets a rum from Daggernose and pauses the goblin before he goes off.
Might I have a word with the owner?
Lor' Traven ain' her a' tha momen,' bu' kin I ge' a messege fer him?
Yes. Tell him Ythle is looking for work, assuming he doesn't come in while I am here.
Daggernose nods and scurries off.

[Lucky]

((Ok... He logs out the moment after I post there... Figures...))

Traven returns to the Den after Kelan shows him the way to the camp. He notices the new person inside and approaches him. How can I help you?

[AmberVael]

The man is rather plain, and utterly ordinary. He has a 'face shaped face' and dull brown hair. He gives a nondescript smile.
You must be Traven. Could we speak privately? I am interested in getting a job here.

[Lucky]

A job you say? Traven nods and motions to the back rooms. He walks towards the door and steps inside.

[AmberVael]

Ythle steps in behind him and nods.
Yessir. I've just come into town and need a job.

[Lucky]

What sort of job has your interest? Traven asks.

[AmberVael]

Ythle smirks.
I need a very special job...

[Lucky]

A very special job? I'm not sure you understand what sort of business this is... Explain.

[AmberVael]

Ythle turns away and suddenly is dressed in a well cut, extremely expensive purple robe and cape. He seems to ponder for a few moments, and when he turns back around his hood is down, casting his face in shadow.
I understand very well what type of buisness this is. I think we could work together.

[Lucky]

Traven narrows his eyes for a moment, but then smirks. Very well, what has caught your interest?

[AmberVael]

Your... reputation. I know what kind of dealings this place had, and has. There are some few people I need... eliminated. In exchange for your help, we are willing to help you.

[Lucky]

Traven laughs. Now you're talking. Welcome aboard. Now, any names in particular I should know right now?

[AmberVael]

Unfortunately, one man under your employ. He is known to you as 'Faceninja.'
Ythle smirks at the odd title.
He is more commonly known around this town as Earin.

[Lucky]

Traven's face goes stern. You are asking me to arrange the death of my best fighter? Not only is he my best fighter, but he is going to tough to bring down. What has he done to for you to ask this of me?

[AmberVael]

He has betrayed us. And we are more than willing to provide you with employees of greater expertise in exchange.

[Lucky]

Traven smiles. You're lucky I never really liked him, I'll tell you that. The smile disappears. I'll see what I can do. No promises are being made.

[AmberVael]

Keep in mind that we only need your help. We do not need you to carry through with the actual assassination unless you are given a perfect opportunity. We want all the information you can give us about him, as often as you can get it to us.

[Lucky]

Traven shakes his head at what. You only want information? I can bring you him, I need only tell him he has a match, and then you have him alone in the back room to do your business. How soon do you want him?

[AmberVael]

Ythle considers.
Not too soon. Perhaps in a week. And arranging his arrival would be useful, but we still want you to gather information.

[Lucky]

Traven thinks about it for a few seconds. Hold on one second. He turns and walks to the door, opening it and yelling into the bar. Daggernose! In here now! Daggernose scurries over to the back door and steps inside, after which Traven closes it behind him. Tell him everything about Face Ninja's last match you can remember, how did he fight?

Err... 'e could teleport all over the place, and 'e fough' with daggers. 'e's very quick, and co'ky too. 'e... uh... oh yeah, 'e didn't seem to be hurt by fire either. That's 'bout all I remember...

((Got to run, be back in a couple hours.))

[AmberVael]

Ythle nods as if he expected this.
And what of his life? What do you know about him as a person?
((Thats fine))

[Lucky]

Traven dismisses Daggernose, who heads back to the bar. His life you ask? Hmmm... Not much to be honest, though until now I never knew of him more than just the Face Ninja, not this.. Aran was it? Traven rubs his temple as he tries to think. Suddenly he snaps his fingers. Of course! He seemed to be interested in Lillah, the entertainer that I hired recently, not sure how far that got, but I could look into it.

[AmberVael]

Really? How interesting... very intriguing indeed...
Ythle thinks on it.
I am afraid I have duties to attend to. I will speak with you tommorow, if you are available then.
He vanishes.

[Lucky]

Traven is about to speak when the man disappears. Fine, good to see you too... Hmmm... Where's Jane?

JANE!!! Jane runs out from the back rooms. Yes sir? Do you remember Face Ninja from the fight? Of course sir. Find him. Follow him. Find out everything you can about him. Report to me.

You'll also find him under the name "Earin." NOW GO!

Jane nods shakily and runs off. Traven heads out to the front and leaves the Den.

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja appears in the Den, he looks around for a moment, then gets an ale from Daggernose which he drinks at the bar.

[McBish]

Lillah walks into the Den and spots Faceninja at the bar and goes and sits next to him. "How's it going?"

[AmberVael]

"Fair enough, fair enough. And you?"
He smiles and makes a slight face as he drinks the ale.

[Lucky]

((Wait wait... All that work to find you and you just show up? Well, hope you like the Police...))

[AmberVael]

((Well he doesn't know that he is being hunted, and he has an albi))

[McBish]

She smiles up at him "I'm doing ok."

[AmberVael]

"Thats good to hear, Lillah. You need that from time to time."
He winks at her and finishes his ale.

[Lucky]

((But... but... That's not the point! :smalltongue:))

[McBish]

"Yeah well life is going to happen so I'm just going to make the best of it."

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja grins and relaxes.
"You have to around here."

[McBish]

"Yeah I noticed." Some of her sadness seems to slip through as she says this.

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja places a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"We'll all survive and flourish."
He smiles at her.

[McBish]

She flinchs a little as you touch her but lets your hand stay on her shoulder. "Yeah I guess we do."

[Lucky]

Jane steps into the Den and spots Face Ninja. Honestly... after all that...
Daggernose, could I have a word with you please?
Yessir. They both head into the kitchen. Once they're there, Jane talks to Daggernose.
I need you to watch Face Ninja closely, what he's like, how his relationship with that chick is; you know, everything.
What... what for?
Traven wants it, just do it. Come get me when they're gone.
Daggernose nods and heads back out to the bar while Jane heads to the back rooms.

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja notes her flinch and connects it in his mind with her other reaction.
"There is something wrong, isn't there?"

[McBish]

She shakes her head "I'm sorry. I'm trying to forget and move on but..."

[AmberVael]

He gently takes his hand away from her, and waits.
"Sometimes things need to be taken out before we can move away from them."

[McBish]

"What do you mean?"

[AmberVael]

"Sometimes it is better to let it out, and not keep it a secret. I will understand if you are not ready yet, but sometime I think you should tell someone."

[McBish]

Lillah looks around the the Den "Maybe somewhere more private."

[AmberVael]

"Of course, Lillah."
He briefly considers where to go, and then grins.
Elya might freak, but I doubt Lillah would.
"Take my hand?"
He holds it out to her.

[McBish]

Lillah does.

[AmberVael]

The Faceninja teleports them to a rather interesting location at Inari's.

[Destro_Yersul]

The Faceninja teleports them to a rather interesting location at Inari's.

((Oh, I see where THIS is going...))

[AmberVael]

((Heh heh heh, Destro knows about this firsthand))

[Flabbicus]

The heavy door heaves open as a man wearing dark clothing concealing much of his face, body, and weaponry crosses the threshold into The Black Dragon's Den.

After sitting down at a corner table unrolls a large sheet of parchment and reads off the name "Traven Darseth" from his list of mafiosas. This guy had guts, taking over this place, gathering a small force of NPC's and not turning to good or falling in love in the process. He seemed to be the most qualified member, since he hadn't seen Chaotik or Blackfox in a while, and Renrik did kill him.

He turns to face Blackeye and says

Tell Traven that if he doesn't want to move up the nonexistant ranks that he should not come to the junkyard.

He leaves with the goblin looking thoroughly confused.

[McBish]

Lillah comes into the Den feeling great. She sees that Traven isn't in and starts to perform. She juggles, she dances, she sings, and the crowd loves her.

[Lucky]

Jane comes out from the back and sits at the bar. Daggernose, is Traven back yet?
Nope. 'e's still out.
Alright, looks like I'm in charge, anyone come in for Traven?
Think Blackeye talked to someone.
BLACKEYE!
"Yessir?"
Did someone come in for Traven?
"Yessir, 'e said Traven should not go to the junkyard if 'e doesn't want to move up non-existant ranks..."
Funny, what did he really say?
"No really sir... that's what 'e said..."
Odd... Jane turns to watch Lillah perform as he thinks about the message.

[McBish]

((Does Lillah know that Jane works for Traven?))

[Lucky]

((Yes, he's second in command while Dal is out... which he always is...))

[McBish]

((Ok.))
Lillah stops her performance for a minute and heads over to Jane. "Hi there Jane right?"

[Lucky]

Jane nods. Correct, don't laugh at the name, I'm 100% male. Jane says with jokingly. Hmm... Lillah right?

[McBish]

"Don't worry I have heard worse names than that. I was wondering, I'm a little short on cash and I was wondering about getting payed for my performances. We never really talked about what I was getting paid."

[Lucky]

He didn't mention it to you? It's 20 gp a week plus whatever they throw at you. More than fair I think. Though I could get it uped to thirty.

[McBish]

"How about we split the differance and call it 25. Do you think I can get the first weeks pay then."

[Lucky]

25 it is. Hold on just one moment. Jane gets up and reaches behind the counter, taking out a pouch. He counts out 25 gold and places it on the counter near Lillah. Come back in a week and ask Daggernose from now on, we'll have a pre-sorted pouch for you every week.

[McBish]

"Ok then thanks a lot. If you don't have anything you need me for then, I'm going back to performing."

[Lucky]

I don't have anything else, I do need to find Traven though... Just as he says it, Traven bursts in the door. Traven!
What do you need?
Guy came in for you... he said... actually, I don't even remember what he said... BLACKEYE!
"Yessir?"
Tell Traven what the guy said to you.
"If ya don't want to move up the nonexistant ranks than ya shouldn't come to the junkyard, or something like that... I'm so confused..."
Blackeye, next time you get a message you don't understand, damn well tell me in private. Too many people around. Traven starts to leave.

[McBish]

Lillah goes back to performing. ((I'm going to take a nap.))

[Lucky]

((Have a good one.))

Traven leaves quickly.

[McBish]

Lillah stops performing and sits down at the bar.

[AmberVael]

Ythle comes inside in his worker guise, and looks around.
Traven around?
Daggertooth shakes his head.
Ee's off on buisnes'
Ythle nods then goes outside, where he vanishes where no one can see him.

[McBish]

Lillah waves goodbye to Daggertooth as she heads out the door on her way to Trog's.

[Deadly]

The old man enters the Den and orders an ale. He sits down in a corner and looks at his drink.

[AmberVael]

Ythle appears, dressed in extravagant and expensive purple robes that cover his entire body. Black and purple gloves are on his hands, and a hood is drawn over his face and eyes. He sits at a table and waits.
Its the old man, I believe.
Ythle does not show any signs of having recieved the information.

[Deadly]

The old man takes a sip of his ale

Interresting... not the kind of dress for digging junk.

[AmberVael]

((I might want to add, at this point, that all of the council are continously affected by the Mind Blank power. You aren't hearing them, are you? Just assuming or something? You might sense psionics from them... but not their telepathy specifically))
Ythle looks over at the old man and tilts his hooded head slightly.

[Glint Gemseeker]

Bulzar, after sleeping off the effects of Rat Mead and Gnomish Firewhisky (the illegal stuff), gets up and leaves the Den to go find a different bar with weaker and cheaper booze.

[Deadly]

((He was just looking at the man, with Ubiquitous Vision, and noticing the dress... and making assumptions, yes))

The old man sighs and seems to doze off. Something moves in his shadow and suddenly appears in a shadow next to Ythle Are you bored too, eh?

[AmberVael]

Ythle smiles coldly, and though it is unseen, it is felt.
Hardly.

[Deadly]

That's good. I take it you met a certain... rat.

((Have he got any special race or template? Specifically draconic or lycanthropic or shadowy))

[AmberVael]

Indeed I did.
Ythle puts his hands in front of him and intertwines his fingers.

[Deadly]

The shadow seems to nod and sits down They've caused me quite a headache, to tell the truth. But I believe you didn't come here to hear me talk about my rat problems.

[AmberVael]

Oh indeed I did. Why are they running aound spying everywhere, hm?

[Deadly]

Oh, because knowledge is power. Quite simple.

[AmberVael]

Don't play games with me. What purpose is behind this?

[Deadly]

Oh, you want me to just sit here an tell a complete stranger all my deep, dark secret plans, is that it? I don't think so.

[AmberVael]

Well the other option is me quite rudely and painfully ripping them from your mind, would you prefer that?
Ythle's voice is cool and smooth.

[Deadly]

The shadow smirks That might be fun to watch. People rarely try that twice. he considers briefly But on the other hand, you found me, and since I don't need another enemy perhaps we can come to an agreement. he says thoughtfully, apparently to himself.

[AmberVael]

No, I don't think I would try it twice. I would not try it once.
He smiles disdainfully.
An agreement could be reached, I believe. And what might that be?

[Deadly]

A dark presence enters and turns it's attention to Ythle.

Forgive the fool, he's not been in his right mind lately, he's catching up though.

What the, hey!

Silence, Jadic. Now, you see, we are quite new here in Town, and my friend her have already managed to get quite a few enemies on his neck, specifically the temple of Bahamutte. I don't suppose you are one of that abomination's servants?

[AmberVael]

Ythle nearly snarls.
I serve no deity!

[Deadly]

The presence raises an eyebrow, if that was actually possible, and smirks Ah, how refreshing, I like that. Then perhaps you would be willing to help us against this particular deity? I have a... distaste for his kind.

And to answer your original question: Right now, fighting the faith of Bahamutte in this Town is out primary goal. To do this effectively we must keep an eye on them. In the process we naturally keep an eye on other affairs in the area, mostly because we're new and need information, but also to know of any potential enemies.

[AmberVael]

Ythle's eyes narrow.
And why this grudge against the deity? And if you succeed in fighting back the faith in this town?

[Deadly]

Let's just say that Bahamutte and I are not compatible. In several ways.

Jadic rolls his eyes and lean back.

As for what happens after Bahamutte, we have a certain other "Deity" to take care of.

That bastard!

Cute.

[AmberVael]

Are you serving a deity yourself? Or are you an aspect or avatar of a deity?
Ythle's voice calmly interjects again before the presence can respond.
And if you lie, I have ways to find out, no matter who you are.

[Deadly]

I serve nothing, and I wouldn't call myself a deity, or part of one for that matter. I don't care for such titles, if my power isn't enough a title won't change anything.

[AmberVael]

Ythle nods.
Then the Council will have no quarrel with you. We may or may not assist you in your endeavor, depending on the situation.

[Deadly]

As long as you don't get in our way we will be satisfied, although your aid will be welcomed if you chose to lend it.

[AmberVael]

Ythle nods again.
If we decide to give you aid, perhaps you can aid us as well? What we ask would be little more than what you do already...

[Lucky]

Traven steps in, reading a note that he holds in his hands.

[Deadly]

Sounds fair. What do you ask?

[AmberVael]

Ythle glances to Traven, then back to the presence.
We would like your... spies to keep track of a man known as Vael. He is resistant to all but mundane forms of detection, so your methods would be ideal.

[Deadly]

The presence considers What can you tell me about this Vael?

[AmberVael]

He has fought once in the arena here. He won without taking wounds, and by turning his opponent's mind on himself. He has mastered both body and mind with psionics. He lives in room 8 of Trog's tavern and has a lover named Seren. He tends to dress in older fashioned clothing with the main color being teal. Normally he is extremely formal. At the moment he is being possessed by a celestial named Fenix, who has an affinity to fire.
Ythle states all the information matter of factly.

[Deadly]

You seem to know quite a lot about your target. Very well, I will have some spies keep an eye out for him. Anything else?

[AmberVael]

That will do for now. Now what can we do in return? I'd prefer it be something covert.

[Deadly]

I do not belive we have anything pressing at the moment. I need to have a serious talk with my friend here and go over our situation. Something might turn up once I get a good overview.

Jadic sighs and retreats to the old man.

[AmberVael]

Ythle nods and waits silently.