Trog's Tavern CXXXI

[Kyrian]

Gwen...you just reminded me that I have a small amount of good news.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Cosmo hands Svadris and Thud their drinks, and they sit in silence, drinking and observing the other patrons.

[AmberVael]

The leader uses the chopping motion again and crosses his spined arms, thinking.

[Silas]

Silas seems to be making mental notes of all of this.

[wxdruid]

Yes, Kyrian? What is it?

[Kyrian]

Kyrian smiles. I found my parents.

[AmberVael]

V'nd the'em.
The four other men nod in agreement, while their leader waits expectantly.

[Exachix]

Karaki blinks but continues to watch, then jots down what they said quickly and smiling, before looking back up, hiding his smile quickly.

[wxdruid]

Really? Well, end the suspense already.

[Kyrian]

Well...keep in mind I came here from the future....but it's El Jaspero and Alarra.

[AmberVael]

There is a shimmering in the air, and yet another spined man appears. The four men at the table stand and place the backs of their hands on their forheads, while their leader waits imperiously.
The new spined man makes the same sign back to the leader of the men.
Vl'daer ins'tildar?
K'ath'ar dv'aenor.
The newest man makes the sign again and then appears to cast a spell on the leader. The leader of the men makes the chopping motion again, and the newcomer moves to stand at his right side, while the men reclaim their seats.

[Exachix]

Karaki blinks and watches, listening, jotting, and drinking, all the the same time it seems.

[wxdruid]

Gwen continues to watch the odd actions of the group of men.

Really, that's quite interesting. How did they take it?

[Kyrian]

It took a while for Jaspero...but he's slowly accepting it. Alarra seems ok with it.

[Hoseki]

Hoseki appears behind the bar. "Good morning, everyone." she says.

[Exachix]

Karaki waves to Hoseki as he sips his drink, before continuing to watch the men.

[AmberVael]

The leader of the men moves over to Gwen, again walking with a precise and military step. He places the back of his hand on the forehead again (which is becoming a very common gesture among the men) and puts his left leg fowards and bens slightly from the waist in a posture that looks vaguely similar to a bow. The newcomer at his right side mimics his gesture.

[wxdruid]

Gwen waves a hello over to Hoseki. To Kyrian, Sounds like it would be a shock for both of them.

to the leader, Sir, May I help you? as she stands to greet them properly.

[Kyrian]

I know, and on some levels, I'm a little sorry that I'm so accepting of it so quickly.

[Hoseki]

Hoseki nods back to Karaki and Gwen and begins her almost ritualistic cleaning-of-things-by-glaring at-them.

[Exachix]

Karaki watches as they 'converse' with Gwen, sipping his drink gently.

[AmberVael]

The leader glances at the newcomer, who makes a small gesture with his hand to him. After seeing this, the leader looks back at Gwen.
I am led to understand that you are the 'mayor' of this town. Is this true?
He seems unfamiliar with the title, but he seems quite intent on making sure that he is correct.

[Lord Iames Osari]

((So how does this fit together with Kyrian being a saiyan?))

Svadris finishes his drink and looks at Thud. Time to go, Thud.

Yes, Master. Thud puts his tankard down.

Svadris pulls out some money and puts it on the bar, then stands and leaves the tavern, Thud following along.

[wxdruid]

Yes, I'm the Mayor of this Town.

[AmberVael]

The leader makes an odd gesture with his hand, which is the same one that the man on his right made a moment before.
Mayor Gwen, I am Commander Ac'tar of the Paragon Elite. It is a honor to meet you. Might I have a moment more of your time?

[Kyrian]

Kyrian sighs and sits back.

[Exachix]

Karaki puts an elbow on the table and leans his head on it, listening intently.

[wxdruid]

Certainly, Would you like to have a seat? Or did you want to talk somewhere else?

[AmberVael]

Ac'tar stiffens for a moment, flicking his eyes to his companion almost worriedly. The man makes the same gesture with his hand quickly, and Ac'tar takes a seat near instantly, and the man who is apparently his advisor takes one as well.
Here will be more than acceptable, Mayor Gwen.

[wxdruid]

Gwen turns to Kyrian as she sits down, putting one hand on his shoulder, I'll be right back with you, I promise. Would you like another piece of fudge?

to Ac'tar, Yes, what is it you need and would you or your companion like a piece of fudge?

[AmberVael]

Ac'tar glances at his advisor again, who holds his hand up slightly and lets it waver for a moment.
No, but thank you, Mayor Gwen. We have heard of a man here in town that has begun achieving perfection of form by a new path, and we are interested in finding him.

[wxdruid]

Gwen moves the box back to her side of the table and takes a piece. She smiles. You know my name, might I know yours? Finding perfection of form by a new path? Do you have a description of him?

[AmberVael]

As I said, Mayor Gwen, I am Commander Ac'tar. My full name is Ac'tar yse Tl'edur.
Ac'tar waits for a moment, then gives a description.
We are uncertain as to all the details, Mayor, but we are led to believe that he is somewhat shorter man with red hair, and in all probability, vivid blue eyes similar to ours. He also is slighter of form than a warrior.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin steps through a gate which has opened. She smiles at Gwen, then goes to the bar. Two hot chocolates and some muffins, please.

[Hoseki]

Hoseki, overhearing the description, raises one eyebrow slowly but stays focused on her cleaning.

[wxdruid]

Gwen waves a hello to Aerin as she considers the description.

There aren't to many redheaded men in Town, may I ask why you're looking for him?

[AmberVael]

We of the Paragon Elite are always seeking new ways to achieve perfection of form, Mayor. If this man has found a new path, we will need to learn it before we can fully realize our goal.

[wxdruid]

Really, sounds interesting. I can get in contact with the person I think you're looking for and see if he's interesting in meeting you.

[Exachix]

Karaki blinks as he listens.

[AmberVael]

We would greatly appreciate that, Mayor Gwen.

[wxdruid]

Okay, Commander Ac'tar, where are you staying so I'll know where to find you?

[AmberVael]

As of the moment we are without lodgings, Mayor Gwen. I believe this tavern does offer rooms? If they have any available, you can find us here. Otherwise we will leave a message here with our current location. Is this acceptable?

[Exachix]

Karaki begins to make some notes, it seems like doodling again, and he sips his drink. Listening to the man.

[wxdruid]

Yes, I can also leave a message with Cosmo if needed. Anything else?

[AmberVael]

I believe that is all we wanted to ask, Mayor Gwen. Thank you for your words and time.
Ac'tar and his advisor stand, placing the back of their hands to their foreheads again, and then walk backwards a few paces before turning their backs to her and rejoining their fellows.

[wxdruid]

Your Welcome, Gwen stands as they leave and waits until they rejoin the rest of their group. She sits back down and eats another piece of fudge while she thinks about what just happened.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Iames comes through the portal, and it closes behind him. He goes over to join Aerin just as Cosmo brings out their hot chocolate and muffins.

[AmberVael]

The advisor opens a portal and the four standard redshirt style men go back through it, followed by the advisor. Ac'tar speaks to Cosmo in a rather arrogant manner, then goes upstairs.

[Exachix]

Karaki takes a deep breath in and begins to think, sipping his drink.

[AmberVael]

The door opens and Aesa steps in, crossing her arms and scowling. Verdandi walks in behind her and joins Iames and Aerin. Aesa gives her the evil eye and haughtily stalks to the bar.

[wxdruid]

Gwen looks over at Kyrian to see if he's awake or asleep. He's asleep so she motions for Bolt to stay with him and lightly kisses Kyrian on the cheek. She leaves the Tavern.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Hello, Vera. Aerin smiles and offers her a muffin.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Iames takes a sip of his hot chocolate. Why is your sister in such a foul mood?

[AmberVael]

Verdandi smiles at them both. Because I forced her over here. She really needs to get out of that guild more often. At the bar, Aesa summons a glass of very dark wine.

[AmberVael]

Maal watches the activities of the strange men with interest, then turns his head to consider Iames, Aerin, and Verdandi. He notices Aesa and pauses, wondering something.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin laughs. We need to get out more often ourselves. She takes a sip of her hot chocolate, then puts her mug down and takes a bite of her muffin.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Iames smiles. I see. He takes the top off his muffin and begins eating the bottom.

[AmberVael]

Verdandi belatedly takes the muffin Aerin offered and begins eating it. Aesa sees the attention she is getting from Maal and ruffles her wings in irritation.

[AmberVael]

Maal shrugs and looks back to his spellbook.

[Exachix]

Karaki's narrow and he looks over at Maal.

"You saw those 6 didn't you. You watched them."

[Lord Iames Osari]

((need food, brb))

[AmberVael]

I did. Why?

[Exachix]

Karaki 'hmms'.

"What did you think of them? Hostile or Freindly?"

[AmberVael]

It depends on the situation. I think they have a goal, and they will achieve it.
Maal shrugs. Obviously he doesn't really care about that part of them. Something else had caught his interest though.

[Exachix]

Karaki hmms again.

"Ok then."

[AmberVael]

Aesa decides to stare back at Maal, since he was someone new, after all, and he deserved to see how it felt. That, and she was already bored.

[AmberVael]

Maal turns back to his spellbook, watching Aesa out of the corner of his eyes. He smiles a little when he notices her gaze.

[Lord Iames Osari]

So, what do you two feel like doing today?

[Rebonack]

Regiji walks down the stairs, a fist sized cobalt blue orb hovering just above and behind him. It doesn't take a simple path through the air, but rather bounces and weaves about as if full of far too much energy for something of its size.

"But it looks better!" the orb whines.

"That may be true, but they didn't ask you to paint their ceiling for them," Regiji responds in an irritated tone. "Besides that, I asked you to keep an eye on the goings on down here."

"But it was so boring!" it moans. "No one was down here except the sleeping dog and the guy with the funny hair!"

"Wonderful, you could have told me exactly how uninteresting they were once I woke up, but now you can't," Regiji snatches the orb out of the air and stuffs it in his pack. "Now shush, people are looking at you weird."

Regiji sighs, then gives his trademark grin.

"Morning everyone! Anything new and exciting happen today?"

[AmberVael]

Verdandi shrugs and eats her last bite of muffin. Aesa twirls her magic rod, wondering if she should turn Maal into a fish.

[AmberVael]

We had a few unusual visitors, but nothing else yet.
Maal doesn't look up from his spellbook.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Well, I should get back to work. I've been shirking my responsibilities as an officer lately. Aerin also finishes her muffin, and takes another sip of hot chocolate.

[Exachix]

Karaki hmms again and sips his drink.

[Lord Iames Osari]

I think that can be applied to all three of us. Iames starts on the top part of his muffin. A patrol is in order, then.

[AmberVael]

Verdandi sighs and pushes her hair back, nodding in agreement. Aesa quickly tires of imagining Maal flopping around on the floor as a fish and puts her attention on her wine.

[Rebonack]

"Unusual...? For here?" Regiji ponders this for a moment. "I'm not really sure what that would entail for the Town based on what I've seen. Well... besides maybe someone who's very down to earth and disciplined. That would be, like, the exact opposite of 'normal' here."

Regiji makes his way over to the wolfhound Boru and rubs the sleeping dog's head.

[AmberVael]

Maal sighs and picks up his spellbook, then goes upstairs.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Iames finishes his muffin and takes one last sip of his hot chocolate before standing and despositng some money on the table for Cosmo. Let's go, then.

[Exachix]

Karaki sighs and orders a Bamhacon, daring only to think Quiet now

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin stands up herself. Are we all going to patrol the same place, or should we split up?

[AmberVael]

Who and what do we need to look for? Verdandi stands as well, her unarmored and unarmed state not bothering her at all. Aesa yawns and walks back outside, and Verdandi sighs as she leaves.

[Rebonack]

Regiji considers the issue of getting some books on psionics; a topic that was dropped yesterday faster than a freshman chemistry course. He speaks for a moment with Paige for a moment, apologizing about the condition of his room and leaves an extra two gold for the trouble, then heads out into the cold.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Vera, I want you to check out Kenyon's and see if the shop has closed. If Kenyon is still alive, I want you to bring him in. Don't call it arrest, call it "protective custody", because the people who were after him are still out there. Aerin and I will investigate the location of Loki, who may have framed Wukei.

((My brother is demanding the computer, I have to go. I should be back around 4:00 EST.))

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin nods. I have a spell that will assist us, assuming he's on this plane.

[AmberVael]

Verdandi nods in understanding and walks outside.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Aerin stands and goes outside as well.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Iames follows them out.

[Exileman]

Arnok looks around. Seeing absolutely nothing move, he realizes he has pushed himself past light speed again. Pulling himself back down to SPT (Standard Perceived Time), Arnok again speaks to, well, anyone who'll listen.

Hello good people. My name is Arnok. I seek guidance in this realm.

[Exachix]

Karaki seesm quite distanced, eating and doodling.

[wxdruid]

Gwen walks in and not seeing the Commander, she leaves a note with Cosmo for him.

She goes back outside.

[DarkSetzer]

Randall comes out of his coma, stands and leaves the tavern.

[Kyrian]

Kyrian wakes up and looks at Bolt.

Let's go find Gwen.

Ok.

They leave.

[Silas]

Silas wakes up and finds that Kyrian and Gwen have left. He sighs and looks around.

(As I look around for a good avatarist)

[Blood]

Blood idly sips from a purplish drink in a glass floating near her head. She stares around at anyone present.

[AmberVael]

((*ninjas into existance*
Someone called for an avatarist?))

[Silas]

((Yes. Yes I did))

Silas raises an eyebrow at Blood and orders a beer from Cosmo.

[Exachix]

Karaki sighs, orders a very strong drink, and looks around as he drinks half of it in one gulp.

[AmberVael]

((Well just to let you know, I have an empty request box right now, which is highly unusual. If you want to check out my portfolio you can look
http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h107/sjunderw/
there. If you decide that you like my style, feel free to PM me a request))

[Jonnadiah]

A large chunk of ice shaped like an arm flies through one of the windows. It melts rapidly and remanifests itself as a Tiny water elemental.

"Fight at the library" it squeaks. "Nothing's left of that poor building."

The elemental leaves out the front foor.

[Silas]

"Now this sounds like fun.."

Silas runs out of the tavern.

[Exachix]

Karaki sighs, finished his drink and orders a Dragon's Liver Buster, before drinking it in one and getting another.

Soon, he drinks that in four, and gets another...

[Lord Magtok]

SASO enter the tavern, and takes a seat.

[Exachix]

Soon Karaki is drunk, he smiles and falls down into a seat and smiles.

[Jonnadiah]

Babhdàn walks into the bar and orders himself a drink. Don't overdo it this time he says to himself.

[Lord Magtok]

SASO ignores the drunkard, and orders a drink.

[Exachix]

Karaki soon gets up and wanders off through the mirror.

[Lord Magtok]

SASO watches him go through the mirror, and decides to stop sipping on his drink for a while.
No way I could be that drunk...right?

[Jonnadiah]

Babhdàn finishes his drink and pays his tab before leaving.

[Lord Magtok]

SASO leaves the bar, as there's no conversations to be had, and no nuts threatening to kill everybody.
Even the Tavern's boring today... *grumble*
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Seeing as nothing is happening here when he returns,
SASO has a quick drink, pays for it, and leaves.
Not a single side-plot anywhere! When do I get to do something?

[McBish]

The hound wakes up and looks and sniffs around.

[Exileman]

Realizing the tavern isn't the place he needs to be, Arnok leaves and goes where fate would take him.

[Rebonack]

Regiji peeks into Trog's.

"Anyone still awake in here?"

[McBish]

Boru the hound bounds over to steak man.

[Rebonack]

Regiji chuckles and pats Boru on the head as he enters the tavern. He thinks for a moment, then extracts another steak out of thin air and offers it to the hound.

"Looks like it's just you and me tonight."

[McBish]

The hound takes the steak and starts to eat it.

[Rebonack]

Regiji takes a seat while he waits for Boru to finish his meal. Cosmo scowls at Regiji, muttering something about people who come in but never buy anything.

Once the dog has finished eating Regiji addresses him.

The wind had already begun to bite before you awoke. Will you be able to look for master tomorrow?

[McBish]

{canine}Maybe, hopefully.

((I think so but I don't know for sure.))

[Lord Magtok]

Lord Magtok walks in, orders a drink, and takes a seat near Rebonack and the dog.

[Rebonack]

((Things are that way sometimes =P))

My master is a keeper of flocks. My master had me protect master's flocks from wolves. Regiji says in an attempt to explain what his purpose is. What did your master have you do?

[McBish]

{canine} I hunt. I'm good at hunting.

[Seren]

Seren slips downstairs and looks over the mostly empty tavern. She orders a hot chocolate from Cosmo, who grumbles something at her, and looks relieved when she has a smart comeback. She gives him a smile along with his tip and heads over to Regiji with a smile, Hey.

She then appears to notice that he's talking to the dog, Sorry, am I interrupting?

[Lord Magtok]

Lord Magtok rudely butts in.
You're talking... to a filthy mutt?

[McBish]

((Hey he is only a slightly dirty hound, the filthy mutt is the other dog. :P ))

[Rebonack]

Rebonack, the blue suit of animated full-plate armor, finishes pouring his drink into his empty helmet and slaps down a gold piece for payment. He then leaves the tavern and rides off in the saddle of his animated barding.

Meanwhile Regiji glances up from his conversation with the hound when Seren approaches.

"Oh! Good evening Seren," he responds with a smile. "I was just talking with Boru here."

Regiji gestures at the dog.

"How are you feeling this evening? Met anyone new and interesting lately?"

Regiji turns his attention to Magtok.

"Beats talking to obnoxious self-absorbed gears."

[Lord Magtok]

((Hey he is only a slightly dirty hound, the filthy mutt is the other dog. :P ))((Lord Magtok is a mean, nasty villain. He doesn't care.
He'd say that even if you had the world's shiniest coat of fur.))

[McBish]

Boru looks at the two newcomers and wonders if these people have food for him.

[Seren]

Seren nods to the dog, "Oh, hello...Boru" She gives him an apologetic look, as all she has is hot chocolate.

She takes a seat at the table, "I am feeling a bit better actually." She pauses to consider the other part of his question. "New and interesting? Well....you....and....Fe..Maal." she quickly corrects herself.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok finishes his drink, pays and heads for the exit.
I went unrecognized! This is perfect! The plan can go into motion sooner than I thought!

Hey, mutt-speaker. What exactly did you mean by gear?

[Rebonack]

I've hunted before. I'm not very good at it. I'm better at guarding. Did you get hurt hunting?

Regiji shifts his attention to Seren again, quirking his eyebrow slightly as he does.

"Fe'Maal...? Oh! You met the fish guy already?" he ponders this revelation for a moment. "What did you think of him? Talk with you about anything interesting?"

Regiji sighs as Magtok addresses him again.

"A gear, like a machine or android or something," he points at his cloak. "Though that thing is throwing my readings off. I suppose you might just have some cybernetic augmentation."

Regiji shrugs, then adds almost as an afterthought.

"By the way, I take it that you're that Magtok guy Omega was talking about," Regiji's eyes narrow. "You have the same dimensional ping that he does."

[McBish]

{canine} Yeah sometimes. Boars and wolves can be tough. And bucks but not so much.

[Seren]

"Yes...the..'fish guy' I suppose..." She says this in a way that implies that she doesn't really approve of that manner of addressing him. "He seemed perfectly nice."

[Lord Magtok]

Think of an effective lie quick!

It must be my pacemaker that throws you off.
Who is Magtok and Omega?

[Rebonack]

Wolves can be tough. But not as much guarding against. Chasing them in forests is harder.

Regiji blinks.

"You mean you didn't see..." he pauses for an awkward moment. "Of course not, you don't have senses like that, sorry. He's an aquatic fiend of some kind or another, with weird eyes and webbed hands and everything. Fish guy seemed appropriate, but I'll use his given name if you prefer. Well, if that's his given name. I don't think critters from the outer planes are usually very keen on giving people their actual given names."

Regiji doesn't appear all that impressed by Magtok's response.

"Sorry, Grinch, this who isn't buying it," he pauses, then adds. "I noticed you sent that gear of yours to the police station earlier, the same one that was with you in the Hall of Mists. I don't suppose the squirrel and the lanky fellow are buddies of yours?"

[McBish]

{canine}Yeah but it is fun to chase them. I should sleep so we can go tommorow.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok decides to drop the charade.
Yes, I am indeed Lord Magtok. Not that you can do anything about it without violating local law.
Squirrel? Why would I associate with vermin?
As for the lanky fellow, I don't suppose you're referring to the pyschic thing, are you?

[Renegade Paladin]

Gaheris walked in the door. He looked oddly at Magtok before heading to the bar.

"I'll take a Cormyrian fireamber," he said to Cosmo. Ordinarily he'd go for the witty comeback option, but he was tired, so he just tossed the gnome a platinum tricrown instead to forestall the grumbling about tips.

He accepted the brandy from the now-smiling gnome and went to take a seat, still eyeing Magtok. It was the rare man in a black cloak with red-glowing eyes that wasn't evil to the core, and he debated whether or not to try to look into his soul or to just call it a day and enjoy his drink.

[Lord Magtok]

((Not evil to the core? What are you talking about? Only one eye glows, and one cannot see into the hood beyond the solitary red light. Even with a flashlight.))

Stare at something else, worm.

[McBish]

The hound considers biting the man that seems mean but instead lays down and goes to sleep. ((Night all.))

[Seren]

Seren considers this and wonders about Fenix. She then appears to see a flash from the sky outside. "Forgive me, I must go for a time."
She blinks away in a small burst of light.

[Rebonack]

Sleep well, Boru.

"Good evening Seren, be careful out there."

Regiji quirks an eyebrow, not getting a feeling that Magtok is lying about the sith chipmunk. Well, can't be right about all of them.

"Yes, the psychic thing with the long arms and the poor wardrobe," he ponders this for a moment. "You know, come to think of it, he was in the Hall too. Along with Masters. Wow! What a coincidence that the villain convention all decided to show up at the same time."

Regiji smirks.

"So, tell me, who else are you palling around with? Hmmm? The nine crazy wizards in their floating fortress maybe?"

[Renegade Paladin]

((Not evil to the core? What are you talking about? Only one eye glows, and one cannot see into the hood beyond the solitary red light. Even with a flashlight.))

Stare at something else, worm.
Gaheris, who hadn't stared so much as glanced at Magtok once each way to and from the bar, looked back towards the hooded figure and raised an eyebrow. "Me? I don't know what you're talking about." :smallconfused:

[Lord Magtok]

((How does he know there are nine wizards there? Who told him?))

First tell me about this squirrel you encountered.

[Rebonack]

((Regiji has had direct contact with Destro. He was one of the first people he met in Town. Needless to say he knows plenty about The Nine.))

"The squirrel?" Regiji shrugs. "He was a copyright infringement on trademarks of Lucascorp. Not much else to tell."

Regiji thinks for a moment.

"And before you suggest I can't do anything about you being the dreaded Lord Magtok, I would like to point out that you sent that android to pick up the psychic creature that attempted to burn down the police station," he smirks again. "Aiding and abetting a criminal is a serious offense I do believe."

He nods toward Gaheris.

"And what do you know, that's a genuine officer of the law you just insulted sitting over there."

Regiji's tone is loud enough to be heard from someone sitting, well, about Gaheris' distance away.

[Lord Magtok]

Te android may have done what it did of its own free will.
There is no evidence to your accusations.

[Renegade Paladin]

[Not yet. He intends to take up the badge soon, but there are a few... less than professional things he wants to get out of the way before he does. :smallwink: It's an easy mistake to make, though, given how he goes about his paladin duties; and through them he is kind of an officer of the law.]

Gaheris leaned back in his chair. Now he was looking directly at Magtok, and tossing a dagger to himself with his right hand while he drank the fireamber with the left.

[Rebonack]

"Well, there were those transmissions you and the ugly critter were sending back and forth," Regiji bluffs. He hadn't picked up anything of the sort, though he suspects communication between the two may have been taking place. "They seemed pretty clear to me. Then your presence with him and the android in the Halls of Mist to support the connection as allies. Seems like a pretty reasonable case to me."

[Lord Magtok]

A mere dagger fails to intimidate me. Even if we are allies, there is no proof his actions were condoned by me in any way.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes walks into the tavern, mumbling audibly about elves and crapp books. Even though he technically couldn't feel the pain that his host body suffers, he could just feel his ass throbbing from where he'd fallen.

"Armoro", as Descartes had taken to calling himself while controlling this man's body, sat down at one of the tables, ignoring everything around. He simply comaplined about how he hated everything under his breath.

[Rebonack]

"Decided to get all Sith on the chief of police and proceeded to get itself incarcerated," Regiji responds tritely. "Omega mentioned that you overthrew every single rightful ruler on your entire planet and proceeded to rule it with an iron fist of tyranny until you were finally defeated years later. You don't sound like a very nice guy."

[Lord Magtok]

The agent spoke the truth.
However, my actions in one world can't be judged by authorites in this one.
Unless you have any actual evidence of foul play, or wish to engage in combat, I'll be leaving.

[Rebonack]

Regiji smiles brightly.

"You do that then," he pauses, apparently thinking for a moment. "Oh! And give my regards to The Nine! I'm sure they'll be pleased as punch once they find out the Townspeople know you crazy villains are associated with them. Especially the one that's in jail whom you have fought along side with in the past."

He waves.

"Sleep well! Hope Evocation doesn't torch you in the middle of the night!"

[Lord Magtok]

Lord Magtok raises a hand, and says
You will both forget all that transpire in the last few minutes.
He then attempts a telekinetic mind wipe on both of them.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes begins listening to the conversation unfolding around him. Thralls, they got into the stupidest arguments...like the proper treatment of books. Pah! He watched the two intently.

[Rebonack]

The TK ability smushes harmlessly against Regiji's aura of banality. He waves one hand back at Magtok.

"These aren't the droids you're looking for."

[Nevrmore]

Descartes looks at the standing thrall, expression of incredulity on his face. What in the nine hells is a droid? he thinks...He never did get out much, being a 6 inch brain-eating slug and all..

[Lord Magtok]

Not good. Getting a bit desperate now.

((What happens to Gaheris?))
Fine. You have an immunity. I suppose I'll have to do this a different way.

Magtok took a beer, removed the cork, and tried to splash as much as he could on Regiji, so that he might stink of alcohol.
Who will believe you now, drunkard?

[Nevrmore]

Not good. Getting a bit desperate now.

((What happens to Gaheris?))
Fine. You have an immunity. I suppose I'll have to do this a different way.

Magtok took a beer, removed the cork, and tried to splash as much as he could on Regiji, so that he might stink of alcohol.
Who will believe you now, drunkard?
(did you get that from that episode of the Simpsons?)

[Lord Magtok]

((The beer thing? Yeah. It worked well in that episode.
Gaheris logged out. I think its safe to assume his memory is gone.))

[Rebonack]

Regiji gives Magtok an odd look as he grabs a nearby tankard of beer and proceeds to fling it on him.

He holds his arms out from his body a bit, then looks down at his tunic.

"Oh, thanks. That's just swell. This one was clean," he glares at Magtok, apparently not even registering his statement about being a drunkard. "First your lanky buddy sets one of my tunics on fire and now you drench me in ethanol alcohol, water, and..."

He sniffs the air.

"What the hell is that? Barley?"

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok catches the incoming bottle with telekinesis.
Funny you should mention fire while your clothes are drenched in alcohol...
He takes the bottle he caught, and tosses it aside.
Next, he lights a candle, and tosses it at Rebonack.

((You don't want to know why he was carrying a candle. Trust me.))

[Nevrmore]

Descartes is getting interested in this conversation..So much so that he violently tosses someone aside when they came up to try and start a friendly chit-chat. Descartes hopes this would end in a fight.

[Lord Magtok]

((Hooray for NPC abuse!))

[Rebonack]

((Sorry, poor wording on my part. Regiji didn't throw anything at Magtok in my last post.))

Regiji is still looking himself over when the candle hits him, causing his clothing to burst into flames.

"Gah!"

He leaps back from Boru, doing his best to make sure the dog doesn't get scorched as well. A slight grinding sound is heard as the fire dances over him, eating off his mundane attire. As the flames begin to die back it can be noted that Regiji is now covered from head to toe in his fibrous, charcoal-grey fimbrii weave armor. The odd mail is not to dissimilar to plate-mail, though it has a peculiar organic quality to it. A unusual white symbol on his breastplate and pauldrons ((see sig)) glows with muted radiance.

"You know what? I was just going to let you walk out of here," Regiji says. He sounds rather incensed. "That's the fourth set of cloths someone has set on fire since I got here. And I'm pretty certain that constitutes reason for defending myself."

He begins to approach Magtok, grabbing a chair by the back as he does so. He then tosses the object at cloaked figure. The chair proceeds to accelerate up to about two hundred meters per second as it screeches towards Magtok.

[Lord Magtok]

The chair is caught telekinetically, and it simply explodes due to the sudden stop.
Careful, I'm stronger than I look.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes (or "Armoro", as it were) jumps up, knocking his chair and table over in the process.

"Yes! Go! Fight, thralls! Kill each other! Hahaha!"

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok attempts to send every single bottle in the establishment at Rebonack's head.
You shall suffer for your mockery.

[Rebonack]

((Just as a reference, that's a little over four hundred miles an hour. It would probably explode if stopped suddenly, even if it didn't hurt Magtok.))

Regiji doesn't so much dodge the chair (and other assorted projectiles) on its way back as he simply seems to... shift... about two feet to his left. There's no transition between these two states. It's rather jarring.

"People seem to say that often in fights," Regiji respond, the table next to him suddenly leaping toward Magtok at a velocity similar to the chair. "Just once it would be nice to hear a villain say something like 'Don't underestimate my ability to solve crossword puzzles,' You know, just for a change of pace."

As soon as the table is on its way Regiji is now above and to the right of Magtok, aiming to kick the clichéd robed villain in the side of the head. Not just any kick mind you, one charged with enough kinetic energy to bruise Godzilla.

[Lord Magtok]

The kick connects, and Magtok is sent flying into a table.
His hood falls down.

http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p296/urodivoi/magtokunv-2.png

[Nevrmore]

Armoro begins picking up any object he can find - glass shards, pictures, people - and chucking them in the general vicinity of the fight, just to hinder the two combatants (mind you, not very well - a brain slug inhabiting a random man doesn't have a lot of strength).

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok projects an invisible telekinetic wall to shield himself from Armoro's overenthusiasm.

http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p296/urodivoi/magtokunv-2.png

[Rebonack]

((I tend to make long posts, sorry T_T))

Regiji attempts to get a glimpse of the villain's face from a safe distance, hoping he'll look like Doctor Doom or something.

He gets hit in the back of the head by a Random Chair™.

"Ow! Hey" he yells at 'Armoro'. "Knock that off!"

[Nevrmore]

As if Descartes would take orders from a thrall, however ungodly strong that thrall might actually be.

"Haha! Stop focusing on me, thrall! Fight!"

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok stands up, and telekinetically smashes a bottle against the counter so he now has the classic spiky bottle thingy floating around.

He attempts to slash Regiji's face with the sharp bottle thing.
And lifts his hood back over his head.

[Rebonack]

'Armoro's' legs suddenly get tugged at by an unseen force. Not enough to fling him across the room or anything, just enough to throw him off balance and hopefully give him a closer view of the floor.

Regiji is distracted long enough by the brain-slug's antics that he fails to notice the encroaching bottle of death. He tosses up his arm at the last second and the jagged weapon digs between some chinks in his armor. Oddly enough it doesn't get stained red, rather it gets smeared with a silvery fluid.

Regiji grabs the bottle, which promptly vanishes off to who knows where.

"I would have expected a giant laser beam or something to blast me when I try to get a look at your face," Regiji sounds disappointed. "Instead you poke me with a broken bottle. You're a pretty sorry villain to be quite honest."

[Nevrmore]

"Ach! For Elder Brain's sake!" Descartes shouts as his host is suddenly uprooted and shown a lovely view of the wood panelling. He quickly gets back to his feet.

"Oh you little meatbag..." He says. Drawing the sword his host had on him, he shook it menacingly at Regiji, despite the fact that neither Descartes or his host had any idea how to effectively wield it.

[Lord Magtok]

A sorry villain, eh?

Magtok attempts to twist and squeeze Regiji's bones, and then toss him against a wall with telekinesis.

Perhaps I am saving my abilities for a worthier adversary.

Lord Magtok pours a bottle of Dragon's Liver Buster into Regiji's mouth as his player puts him in a coma by logging out. He leaves the bottle in Regiji's hand, and leaves the tavern.

[Nevrmore]

Descartes sighs..the fight is over.

"Where's management around here, anyway?" He wonders.

An idea spawns in his head.

"That elf from the library...hehehe..."

"Armoro" stands up and books it to the bathroom. As he hoped, there was already another man inside.

"Why hello there, sir. How are yo-" Descartes cut off the man's greeting quickly. Turning around, he flipped down his cloak to reveal the gaping hole in the back of his head. The true Descartes, the small, angry Neothelid. stared out at the man.

"S'up?" Jettisonning out "Armoro"'s head, Descartes latched onto the poor man, who began screaming and flailing insanely. The octopus-esque...thing made it's way to the back of the man's head and wrapped all four of his tentacles securely around it. His beak made quick work of both the human's skull and brain. In only a few seconds, Descartes assumed control.

"Haha...that dumb elf won't be able to tell it's me in another body..." Descartes took the cloak from his previous host and wrapped it around him, once again to conceal the large, gaping hole in the back of his new host's head. Setting the dead body of his last victim inside one of the stalls, he strolled out the bathroom, the tavern, and onto the streets.

[Renegade Paladin]

A soft, golden light flared around Gaheris as Magtok tried to erase his memory.

"Nice one," the paladin said in a bored tone. "But I've seen better." He put the dagger away and promptly fell flat on his face, unconscious.
__________________________________________________ _________

He woke up some time later to find Magtok gone. The paladin shrugged and contacted Percival mentally.

And just as he had suspected.

Nothing to do about it now. He decided to use the restroom now before going to his safehouse, seeing how the facilities here were much nicer than in the Slums.

And we know what he found.

"Oh no. Not again," he groaned upon finding the body.

[danielf]

i want some wine,
and that the curse of the ancyent mummys strike quickly in who interrupt me when i'm drinking it.

[AmberVael]

Maal comes downstairs, humming an eerie but captivating melody as he takes a seat at the bar and opens his spellbook to study and wait.

[Silas]

Silas enters the taver and takes a seat at the bar.

[AmberVael]

Maal nods to Silas.
Morning.

[Silas]

"Morning to you....um...I actually don't think I know you."

[AmberVael]

You can call me Maal.
Maal closes his spellbook.

[Silas]

"Hi. I'm Silas."

[AmberVael]

Good to meet you, Silas. Have you been in town long?

[Silas]

"Couple of days now."

[AmberVael]

Ah. I was wondering if you had been around longer than me. Oh well.

[Silas]

"I'm sorry?"

[Nevrmore]

Hawk wanders in. He had been waiting for some officers who could swear him in for hours, and now he needed something to sate his human thirst - something only alcohol could provide. He orders a mug of beer and begins drinking it immediately.

[AmberVael]

I've just been looking for someone who can tell me a bit about town, and I was hoping... its not your fault, obviously.

[Silas]

"Ah, I see. Well, sorry I'm not of much help."

Silas looks across the bar, and his left hand melts. It stretches out and grabs a bottle of beer, before bringing it back and reforming to its normal shape.

[AmberVael]

Maal watches his hand curiously, wondering exactly how he did that.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk downs his mug quickly - once again, he curses his ability to hold beer so well. He orders another mug, rooting around the pockets of his coat for money. Shouldn't military veterans get a discount or something?

[Silas]

Silas notices Maal's curiosity.

"Never seen that before?"

[AmberVael]

Maal shakes his head.
Well, I've seen plenty of interesting effects, but...
Maal wonders if his magical sight is simply being blocked by something.

[wxdruid]

Cassandra walks in and smiles when she sees Maal. She walks over to him and sits down. Good morning

[Silas]

"All just part of who I am, Maal."

Silas smiles.

[AmberVael]

Maal raises an eyebrow at Silas and smiles at Cassandra.
Good morning.

[wxdruid]

How are you today?

[AmberVael]

I am quite well. Yourself?
Maal waves over Cosmo.

[Silas]

"Hmm...here, it's better if I just show you. If you'd please, name me a weapon."

[Nevrmore]

Hawk manages to find a group of friends for his empty beer mug - three more empty beer mugs. He's yet to feel any effects.

[AmberVael]

Hmm... a weapon?
Maal's interest wanes a little.
I'm afraid I don't have any interesting ideas for something like that... Cassandra? Can you think of anything?

[wxdruid]

I'm well, talked to Aesa last night, she was a bit preoccupied with something but she doesn't mind if I learn from you as well.

a dagger?

[Silas]

"Um...ok. A little simple, but that's fine."

Silas' left hand melts, and after a short moment, it reforms into a dagger.

[wxdruid]

Can you throw it?

[Silas]

Silas winks and flicks his arm, sending the dagger across the room, and embedding it into a poster. A new one begins to form.

[AmberVael]

Very good, Cassandra. When do you want to do this?
Maal watches the dagger.
Hmm. I don't suppose you can make ranged weapons this way?

[Nevrmore]

Hawk watches a dagger whiz by his head and embed itself on the wall in front of him. He hadn't noticed anyone else here - despite the rather loud conversation.

[wxdruid]

Well, that would be useful, never run out of daggers.

Whenever you're free.

[Silas]

Silas grins as the dagger melts, reforming into a crossbow.

"You mean like this?"

[AmberVael]

Its your contract. We'll do it whenever you desire.
Maal looks rather impressed.
Hm. A few more possibilities than I would have imagined.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk looks at Silas. He'd seen the kid before...but where? Was he the new guy at the police station?

[Silas]

The crossbow melts and reforms into Silas' hand.

"Oh, the possibilties are pretty much endless."

[AmberVael]

I can imagine how that would be helpful in a fight. Can you do anything else with it?

[Nevrmore]

(It sucks when you're pretty much rping by yourself, heh)

[AmberVael]

((Well hey, you are the one who decided to have your character sit in a corner trying to get drunk. :smallwink:))

[wxdruid]

I'm ready now

[Silas]

"Can you explain what you mean?"

[AmberVael]

Like form tools or something...
Maal smiles at Cassandra.
Excellent. Excuse me, Silas, but I have something that needs to be done...
He stands.

[Nevrmore]

((Well hey, you are the one who decided to have your character sit in a corner trying to get drunk. :smallwink:))
((Gotta make your own fate, I assume))

Hawk's had enough of deteriorating his kidneys. Pushing the bounds of empty mugs aside and leaving his payment on the table, he walks over to Silas.

"Hey." He saids tersely, "Are you the new officer I saw in the precinct yesterday?"

[Silas]

"Yea, I am...why?"

[wxdruid]

Cassandra stands as well.

[AmberVael]

Maal leads the way upstairs.

[Nevrmore]

"Just wondering. It was bugging me for awhile over there." Hawk points to his table, which might as well be made of glass by the amount of empty mugs were piled on it. "Nice to see you. I never did get a chance to catch your name."

[Silas]

Silas raises an eyebrow. "Silas."

[wxdruid]

Cassandra follows him

[AmberVael]

((Gotta make your own fate, I assume))
((Most people will leave your character alone if he seems like he wishes to be left alone. There are some exceptions, but for the most part, you either have to place yourself out ready for interaction, or initiate it yourself))

[Nevrmore]

Silas raises an eyebrow. "Silas."
"Hawk. Hawk Geldof." He extends his hand to shake Silas'.

[Silas]

Silas shakes his hand.

[Nevrmore]

((Most people will leave your character alone if he seems like he wishes to be left alone. There are some exceptions, but for the most part, you either have to place yourself out ready for interaction, or initiate it yourself))
((Therein lies the problem: I assume most people are like me who don't want to intrude on ongoing conversations at the risk of looking like a jackass))

Hawk nods to Silas. "So, have you been working on those cases?"

[Silas]

"A little."

[Nevrmore]

"I'm waiting for Captain Iames to come in for the day so he can swear me in. I'm eager to help."

[Silas]

"Sounds good."

[Nevrmore]

Hawk could see that Silas was a man of few words.

"Hey, I'll be right back." He says, standing up. All those drinks tend to have a profound impact on your bladder. Hawk enters the bathroom and runs to the first available stall.

He doesn't see the stall that has the dead beady sitting inside it. He relieves himself and leaves the bathroom, leaving the body unknowingly.

[Silas]

Silas turns to his thoughts, and his drink.

[Nevrmore]

Hawk sees that Silas is deep in thought, so decides not to bother him. He goes to check out the second floor of the tavern.

[wxdruid]

Cassandra walks down the stairs and waits for Maal.

[AmberVael]

Maal comes downstairs, then glances quickly around, realizing that he is still fairly changed from his contact with the water from his homeplane. Upon seeing no one of significance, he sighs in relief and joins Cassandra.

[wxdruid]

Shall we go back to the abandoned warehouse?

[McBish]

The hound wakes up and sniffs around looking for food.

[AmberVael]

Maal nods to her.
It is a convenient place.
He glances at the hound, who may notice that the unnatural sense of Maal has become very intense.

[McBish]

The hound moves to the other side of the tavern and watches Maal.

[wxdruid]

With his agreement, she heads for the door and out.

[AmberVael]

Maal follows her outside, humming softly to himself.

[Rebonack]

Regiji suddenly sputters awake, his armor having already retracted on its own. He's dressed in a form fitting charcoal grey body suit, his normal attire having been burned off again. He glances around the tavern that appears to have been set in order since the night before.

"Gah!" he jumps up with a start, dropping the shot glass that had been left in his hand. "What happened? Where did Magtok go?"

Non-linear time again.

"Damnit! I hate it when that happens!"

He stuck an alcoholic beverage in your hand and left in an attempt to make you look like a drunk. I shifted it out of you by the way.

Regiji sighs.

"Oh well. I'll just head back to the sanctum and get yet another set of clothes," Regiji's gear lifts up off the ground and hovers over to him. Both he and the assorted equipment exit the tavern. "I mean, seriously, that was the fourth set that got set on fire since I got here."

[McBish]

The hound watches steak man leave and follows him.

[Lord Iames Osari]

Svadris and Thud come in and go upstairs.

[AmberVael]

Maal comes into Trog's and waits for Cassandra.