Trog's Tavern CXLIV

[Kyrian]

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Come and enjoy our unique beverages! Enjoy the casual atmosphere in our Casablanca-meets-rustic-Asian facilities. Chat with friends out on the bamboo patio or stroll inside and grab a private, fern-surrounded booth.



Trog's Tavern has been enchanted to be indestructible. Please refrain from attempting to damage it, as it will not work.

Theme Song (http://www.angelfire.com/ny2/televisioncity/cheerssong.html)

NOW HIRING: Bartenders, Cooks, Talented bards, Burly bouncers, etc.
(Hey bards: just take spotlight in the tavern's center and start singing!)

STAFF:
Manager: El Jaspero
Bouncers: Hoseki, Tempest Stormwing, Valthreborn Valthera
Bartender: Trog, El J, Nina, Paige, Cosmo, Alex Shipmaster, Erdan
Cook: Kobold Who
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Trog would like to introduce:

Nina - a feisty and vivacious 18 year old (she's legal). Mean and completely unavailable.

Paige - a sweet and wholesome elf working her way through college at SIU here in town.

Cosmo - a quick-witted and oppressed gnome scoundrel.

All will be happy to serve you. ((Since all are NPCs they are up for communal control. Feel free to say what they do or say to you or any other patron. To a point.))

GET A FREE DRINK ON YOUR FIRST BARBARIAN POST HERE!

THE CURRENT DRINK MENU
Wines:
Catoblepas Sauvingnon
Chimera Cabernet - A hearty red with a hits of oak and black cherry.
Kobold Chianti - Tart and tangy! Try it with fava beans!
Merfolk Merlot - Full-bodied with a hint of rose.
Purple Worm Pinot - Earthy aroma.
Funky Llama - A rich fruity wine, available in white or red.
Xorn Zinfandel - Sweet and fruity!
Cormyrian Fireamber - Imported and very good.
Spoonake Chablis - Straight from the Underdark!
Feline's Fancy - A purplish, swirly mixture that any feline will adore.

Bar Drinks:
Pina CoLlama - If you're not into yoga and have half a brain.
Swampwater - A Phosphorescent lemon-lime delight
Jasphattan - Sweet vermouth with bitters and more.
White Russian Wukei - Vodka, Kahlua, and Milk.
Long Island Iced Tea - Tastes better than it will make you feel in the morning.
Mai Tai - Dark and pineapple juice.
Sneak on the Beach - Vodka, Cranberry juice, pineapple juice and Peach Schapps.
Rust Monster - Scotch and Drambuie.
Coffee Martini - buzzzzz.
Murderita - Wasted away again...
Rampaging Rail Mixer - Mad strong!
Ice Liqueur - Guaranteed to cool you down.
Dwarf Spirits Available
Aboleth Absinthe
LEVEL UP LIQUER - Need a few extra XP? We gots XP in a bottle!
Dragon's Liver Buster - The strongest drink in the house. Don't say we didn't warn you...
Constitution Crushing Wine - Fort. DC 35 or pass out!
Djinn and Tonic - Whirling ice cubes, fizzy soda, and one drunk genie.
Rum Llamonade Daquiri
Mudslide Daquiri
Chuul Lounge - Bacardi Limon, Aberration , creme de bananes and juices into a Chuul shaker half-filled with ice cubes. Shake well. Strain into a highball glass half-filled with ice cubes, and serve.
Ichor Liquor - Made from a fermented mix of various kinds of blood, the perfect drink for vampires and similar creatures.
Black Market Wallbanger
Hydrogelic's 110 proof Firewater
Guild Vodka No. 3
Black Shadow - A strong concoction guaranteed to send a chill down your spine at any temperature.
Haley's Liquer - named for the redheaded rogue, a sweet creme liquer, excellent over ice.
Wizard Blizzard - The effect depends on the spell stored in it. Other than that, it's made with crushed ice and Bourbon.

Beers Ales & Such
Grim Brewery brand Ginger - Death-o-licious!
Archon Ale
Guilders Ale
Balthor's Best
Mind Flayer Mead - Uhh... I wouldn't order this if you are not into brains and such.

Other Fine Beverages
Darknight Coffee - cream has no effect
SLURPEES!
Root
Red Minotaur Energy Drink
Llamonade - that cool, refreshing drink for quadrupeds.
Dragon's Fire Breath (cherry Kool-Aid) for the kids!
Fox Cola - the choice of the furry generation.
Hot Chocolate - with little marshmallows and stuff.

To Munch
Hot Spicy Peanuts
Velvet Elfish - Trogtilla chips with hot cheese and meat dip - soooo good.
Fortune Cookies - I got this deal with a local factory see...
Bamhacon!!!
Gyros
Salads (Spring Greens, Caesar, and Italian Pasta)
Who's Surprise

Desserts
Muffins
Brownies

Also: Fine Cigars Available from our humidor. Coffin Nail cigarettes.
Be sure to check out the excellent banjowood carving above the fireplace!

[Chaotic Bob]

((aw you beat me to it....))
Rizzen notices the brush of her hand and smiles.
Yes...that is quite a mess. Let's remove it shall we?
He draws a line through his previous scribbles and the Town model and all of the figures fly back into a ball.

[ValKey]

Well that was fun, I think I am going to have to go to bed soon as much as I am enjoying myself...*she looks at Rizzen, sort of seeming like she didn't want to go, though she had a tired look on her face*see you around

[Chaotic Bob]

Rizzen smiles at her.
I shall see you another time then.
Hm...I should get some rest as well....
He waves slightly to Destro then fades from existance.

[ValKey]

*she waves and heads upstairs for some sleep*

[Destro_Yersul]

Goodbye. Destro smiles and grabs a drink, leaving payment on the bar. He steps into the winds of magic and vanishes.

[Penguinizer]

((Since I once again left a battle un-finished... Ill continue it from the previous thread now))

The soldiers try to break down the door. A muffled ouch is heard. They then decide to open the door. The several soldiers who were opening the door or were near it are instantly pulverised as the bird casts a powerful ray spell at them. The soldiers try to fire at him but most of they bullets are caught and destroyed by whip like beams off energy. The soldiers now circle the bird like creature.

[Castaras]

Helen teleports in.

Don't kill the cute birdy!

She begins mass hold monsters on the soldiers.

[Penguinizer]

The soldiers are very surprised when they cannot move.

The Bird creature says Thank you for your help, but I must leave as more of them are coming.

He then once again flies through the door, and towards the mountains.

[Castaras]

Why try and kill the...arrghhh!

Beside the little girl, a dark portal opens. A clawed hand reaches out and drags the little girl in. A flash, and both the portal and the little girl are gone.

[Meynolds]

Chance wakes from his slumber and wonders what has been going on.

He shrugs and orders a hot chocolate.

[Castaras]

Fus teleports in.

A drink, Cosmo.

He then takes a seat and drinks it.

[Meynolds]

Hallo Fus. How go things?

He takes a sip of his hot chocolate, thinks it to be too cool, and breathes fire on it. He sips again, approving this time.

[Castaras]

It's going.

He finishes his drink and orders another.

[Meynolds]

Chance continues to drink his hot chocolate, watching the (limited) going ons in the tavern.

[Castaras]

Fus finishes his second drink and orders a dozen more. He seems to be getting drunk.

[Meynolds]

Chance waits until Fus is on his last drink and casts:
Grease
On it.

[Castaras]

Fus drops the slippery glass, and it smashes, pouring alcohol everywhere. He glares at it.

Whosh did *hic* that?

[Meynolds]

Chance quickly casts an illusion of Saurous over on the other side of the tavern.

It must have been him he says, gesturing to the illusion.

[Castaras]

Oh, that ish *hic* it!

Fus bunches his fists and walks over to the illusion, and tries to punch the illusion. the bracelet prevents him, with Fus yelling drunken insults at the illusion.

[Meynolds]

((I forgot about the bracelet. Hmm...))

Chance casts Ghost Sound to make it seem that the illusion is laughing. He then has the illusion disappear.

He puts a few gold on the bar and says to give Fus a few more drinks on him.

He leaves the tavern laughing.

[Castaras]

Fus grumbles at stupid magesh...mages who teleport away from fightsh...fights.

Drink. Need drinksh...*hic*

[Darius Midnite]

Darius silently enters the tavern through a cloud of withering shadow tendrils. For a short moment he looks around to see whom is in the room, but then moves to his usual chair in front of the fire place, here he sits down, and closes his eyes.

[Castaras]

How many *hic* Bloody drowsh have to come here? *hic*

Fus slumps on the table.

[Penguinizer]

The soldiers un-freeze now, running outside and cursing. Somekind of humming is heard, then a flap of wings as several flying contraptions fly off in search of the bird.

[Castaras]

Fus finishes his drinks and orders more.

[Darius Midnite]

"Cosmo, a whisky on the rocks" Darius says quietly as a black tome appears in his hands.
"Coming right up, sir." Cosmo returns shortly thereafter with a glass of whisky that he places on a table next to Darius. "Anything else?" He asks a little annoyed.
"That will be all..." The drow says, slightly distracted by the tome.

[Xaspian]

The Pigeons flies in a window. It flaps over and sips some of Fus's spilt drink.

[Castaras]

Fus looks up fuzzy eyed.

Funny stars...

He falls unconcious.

[Xaspian]

The Pigeon hops up onto Fus' shoulder.

What?

He hops down, and samples some more of the drink, from the glasses still on the table.

[Castaras]

Fus begins to snore.

[Xaspian]

The Pigeon jumps, and but continues to drink from Fus' glass.

This is good.

[Castaras]

Shomeonesh drinksh havin my...

He looks up.

Bloodysh pigeonsh.

He slumps down again.

[Xaspian]

The Pigeon hops backwards, away from Fus, as he sleep. The bird attempts to hop back again, to drink some more, but he slips up, knocking the glass over.

Ooops.

[Castaras]

Fus stays asleep, muttering random words.

[Xaspian]

The pigeon tries to clean it up, but ends up just knocking over the over glasses. The liquid trickles towards Fus' head.

Byt this stage, the pigeon is quite damp, and probably a little bit drunk.

[Castaras]

* Snore Snore Snore *

[Xaspian]

The pigeon slips in the drink, splashing it all over Fus, as well as a large portion of wall and flooring nearby.

Not...not so good...

He falls off the table/bar, and thumps onto the floor.

[Castaras]

Fus looks up through his wet hair.

Whuh?

[Xaspian]

The Pigeon makes muffled noises, and tries to pull himself to his feet.

Why are you two people now?

[Castaras]

Eight pigeons...

[Xaspian]

Pigeons not tasty... Can't eat them.

He tries to flap up to the table, but ends up banging into the ceiling, and falling onto Fus' head.

[Castaras]

Why has the ceiling fallen on my head?

[Xaspian]

I...I should go...

The pigeon scrambles, accidentally clawing at Fus' face, and tries to make his way the the door.

[Deathcow]

Ba'el awakens, apparently having fallen asleep.

Odd. I normally do not need sleep. This tavern must have powerful enchantments indeed...

Ba'el shakes himself off, scattering cinders around the area.

Now where did that Necromancer go? I rather wanted to speak to him. Ah well, no matter...

Ba'el takes one last look around the Tavern, then teleports away in a flash of brimstone.

[Castaras]

Ow!

Fus looks up, then collapses.

[Xaspian]

The pigeon manages to make his way out of the tavern.

[Glaivemaster]

Glaive enters the tavern. After looking around he bows to the room in general. He walks to a seat in a corner of the bar and sits down. He observes the room, taking occasional sips from his hip flask

[Baeleck]

Baeleck enters the tavern, and orders an Ice Liqueur. He looks around, trying to spot anyone familiar, but soon turns back to his drink, sipping it occasionally.

[Castaras]

Fus opens his eyes, groans, and then teleports away.

[Baeleck]

Baeleck, becoming a little bored, summons his two ice mephits to his side. He starts talking to them in Auran, laughing occasionally. Finishing his drink, he leaves.

[Glaivemaster]

Glaive finishes his drink, sits cross-legged on the floor, closes his eyes, and begins to meditate while it's still quiet

[Castaras]

Ilvari teleports in and orders a drink, which is handed over by Cosmo.

She sits in the shadows, watching, waiting.

[Timberwolf]

The sisters awaken from player coma once more, they see that not much is doing tonight apart from the glowering Drow again

[Castaras]

Tonight she doesn't seem to be upset or angry. She seems calm and collected, almost smug.

Her mouth twitches as she sees the sisters, before turning back to her drink, hand on the sword by her side.

[Timberwolf]

Nightstar wanders over.

"Mind if I join you ?"

[Castaras]

Ilvari looks at Nightstar.

If you wish to, girl.

[Timberwolf]

"Excellent, I do enjoy convivial company"

She looks up at the drow

"Don't think I've met you before. What's your name ?"

[Castaras]

I prefer not to give out my name.

She pushes her glass across the table and turns to face Nightstar.

[Timberwolf]

"No worries, fancy a drink ?"

[Castaras]

No.

A spider crawls across the table.

[Timberwolf]

"Fair enough. So, what are you looking for round here anyway ?"

Nightstar gently scoops up the spider and places it on the window ledge.

Snowraven sits at the bar and keeps her back firmly too them.

[Castaras]

Nothing in particular.

[Timberwolf]

"Everyone's looking for something. Particularly Drow who sit in a bar fidgeting the whole time. Let me take a wild, wild guess here about a couple of things. Would the things you are looking for begin with, in the 2 legged instance, "Ca" and the 8 legged instance "Fe" ?"

[Castaras]

Ilvari quickly works this out.

If you are meaning Castaras, I already know where she is. If you are meaning Ferdir, he's a drider. He failed. I would not want to associate with anyone who failed Her that badly.

[Timberwolf]

"So you are looking for something. Yes, I was meaning precisely them. And, believe it or not, I wasn't volunteering to tell you anything either, I was just being nosy. It was pretty spectacular what Castaras did to Ferdir. I hope you're not planning on going up against her any time soon."

[Castaras]

Ilvari faintly smiles at this.

No...I won't be...

Yet.

She chuckles quietly.

[Timberwolf]

""Yet" you say. Significant pauses are always the most interesting don't you find. Another intersting thing is that wee blade of hers. But then you'd know all about that wouldn't you ? Ferdir knew all about it too, for all the good it did him."

The shadows in the bar are lengthening.

Snowraven is still manifestly not paying attention.

[Castaras]

Ilvari sneers at Nightstar when she mentions the blade.

How would you, a feeble human girl, know of the true powers in our civilization?

[regice27]

Tendai walks up to the bar
Purple worm on the rocks, and make it snappy.
He then turns and does a two-finger wave
Ladies.
the purple worm on the rock arrives he pays then takes the drink and leaves.

[Timberwolf]

Nightstar grins, remembering the day when she walked into the temple of Llolth in Sshamath with a pistol in each hand, shadow jumping her way through the temple, exacting revenge for a miserable month after a duergar slaving party popped her on the head while she was dodging Snowraven and then sold her to the drow. The chief priest had been a particularly satisfying payback. Yep, she was still evil back then.

"You might be very, very surprised at how much I know of the "great" drow "civilisation" You might say we've had dealings. Oh yes, you might at that. Besides, I was treated to a front row view of her at work."

[Castaras]

Ilvari glares at Nightstar, and teleports away.

[Glaivemaster]

Glaive opens his eyes, and turns to look at the space Ilvari recently occupied. Then he returns to his original position and continues to meditate

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe, Devlin, Female Vespe and Female Devlin walk in and get a table.

So... you two need names I guess.
Who said we had to get new names?
Says me. Besides, Devlin is a masculine name, less so Vespe.
Hey!
Hmm.... name...name...

[Timberwolf]

Nightstar rejoins Snowraven

"Rude bloody Drow. Wish I'd driven a mech through their temple."

"Would have been less.... personal though"

"True dat. Would have been fun though"

[ValKey]

*she heads downstairs and orders an apple juice, carefully looking around before sitting down*

[Glaivemaster]

Glaive uncrosses his legs and stands shakily to his feet, opening his eyes. He walks to the bar

Water please

After receiving it, he sits back where he was, concentrating on the glass of water in front of him

[ValKey]

*yawns a little bit, leaning her hand on her head*awfully quiet in here...

[McBish]

Suddenly several black tentacles pop out and try to grapple ValKey.

[Timberwolf]

"DON'T SAY THE "Q" WORD !"

A tentacle emerges from the ground, looks likely to attack ValKey and then decides that, heck, it's Valentines Day and it's lonely.


Curse you simu ninja !

[Chaotic Bob]

((never say the q-word! very bad!))
The dvati twins wake up from their nap, they notice a lack of Chaotic Bob and frown, but noticing ValKey being assaulted by tentacles they look a little cheerier.
First interesting thing to happen in days brother.
Yes, it is not often you get to help a half dragon because they used the q-word here!
Tirre expertly pulls out his new daggers while Terre pulls out his kris. They begin to calmly walk towards the tentacles.

[ValKey]

Opps I forgot I shouldn't say that *she gets up from her table trying to run off from the tentacles*

[McBish]

The tentacles chase after ValKey trying to wrap around her ankles.

[Timberwolf]

Nightstar and Snowraven amuse themselves by shooting at the tentacles.

[Chaotic Bob]

Tirre dives forward at the grappling tentacles, trying to stab them viciously with his daggers. Terre runs over to attack the bases of the tentacles.

A random NPC becomes extremely drunk and passes out. ((just felt like doing that :smallbiggrin: ))

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe and Female Vespe run in to attack the tentacles. Charrge!

Devlin and Female Devlin amuse themselves by throwing stuff at the ongoing fight.

The Elite Beat Agents (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elite_Beat_Agents) show up and motivate everyone by singing Canned Heat.

[Glaivemaster]

Glaive gets calmly to his feet, and takes his glaive from his back. He sends a slash in the direction of the tentacles, causing a beam of energy to slice towards them

[ValKey]

*she lets out a little eep as they wrap around her ankles, shaking her foot trying to get them off*be careful people...please?*she was afraid in trying to get the tentacles they might hit her on accident*

[McBish]

The tentacles are quickly killed off except for one which sighs and goes and orders a drink at the bar.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe, Female Vespe, Devlin and Female Devlin go back to the table.
How about Jennifer?
They continue discussing and drinking.
The Elite Beat Agents sit down with them.

[Rebonack]

"So, Destro-" Maph'tey suddenly stops, gazing in what appears to be a good mix between confusion and stark horror at the lack of Destro. The fact that it now appears to be a completely different time doesn't help. Time had kept moving without him.

"I got trapped in the moment!" he exclaims as he springs to his feet, knocking over his bar stool as he does so. "Refuge! Quick, how much time do we have left?"

"Master Maph'tey, we are currently bathed in time."

"But! But there was a break in continuity! We must have timed out!" he sounds like he's becoming hysterical. He glances around the room frantically. "Who timed me back in?" he demands of anyone listening.

[Chaotic Bob]

Terre walks over to make sure ValKey isn't hurt while Tirre stares at the remaining tentacle. Then at his daggers, then back to the tentacle.
....I think I'll be nice because it's Valentine's Day...
He puts his daggers away and goes over to sit at a table. He looks at Maph'tey like he's an insane freak.

[Glaivemaster]

Glaive puts away his weapon, and picks up his cup, downing the water

I have done what needs to be done

He bows to the vanquished tentacles, their victim and his allies, then turns and leaves the bar

[ValKey]

Thanks for your help everyone *makes some flowers start to float over the people who fought them.*

[McBish]

The tentacle grabs one of the flowers and eats it.

[Chaotic Bob]

The tentacle had grabbed Tirre's flower by accident. Tirre looks at the tentacle.
You know, I was going to let you live because of the festivities, but I changed my mind.
He whips out his daggers and charges the tentacle swinging wildly.
Terre simply watches and shakes his head.

[ValKey]

*she waves as she heads off to the police station*

[McBish]

The tentacle runs away. He hides behind ValKey but then when she leaves he gets killed.

[Chaotic Bob]

Tirre slides his daggers back into their respective holders, satisfied at a good days work. Terre sighs and orders drinks. Lots of drinks.

[Rebonack]

"Ok... get a hold of yourself Maph'tey... if we had timed out then everyone else would have too. Then Destro would still be here," he leans against the bar, one hand against his temple. "So it must have been just me that timed out... but... but that isn't even possible. This place isn't like Dead Space... it shouldn't even happen here..."

He shakes his head.

"But that doesn't make sense... why would time just stop for no reason? And why just me...?"

[Chaotic Bob]

Terre notices Maph'tey's odd....monologue and walks over and tries to tap him on the shoulder.
You wouldn't happen to be talking about the dead time zones would you? They like to come and go for no reason.

[Rebonack]

Maph'tey gives the man an odd look.

"That's normal here? How long do they last? Couldn't someone get trapped in one for, well, indefinitely?" he shudders at the thought.

[Chaotic Bob]

Terre thinks about it for a moment.
Well...theoretically one could get stuck in one forever, but that's never happened yet I don't think. They usually only last a few hours, several at worst.

[Rebonack]

Maph'tey gives a sigh of relief.

"That's good to know..." he thinks for a moment. "I'm Maph'tey by the way. Thanks for the information. It'll let me be a little bit less panicked about being here than otherwise."

[Chaotic Bob]

Happy to help. My name's Terre by the way, and that tentacle mauling dvati over there is my brother, Tirre.

[Rebonack]

"So... where are you two from? What brings you to this crazy place?"

[Chaotic Bob]

Well, we come from a rather small community of dvati...somewhere from here. We are here due to a teleportation spell that was a little off.
Tirre finally notices the conversation and walks over.
A little? That jerk did this on purpose.

[Rebonack]

"Someone teleported you guys to the wrong place intentionally?" he ponders this and then shrugs. "I just came here to explore. This place looked interesting so I came."

[Chaotic Bob]

Yes he di-
No, it was mearly an accident, though Tirre here seems adamant to the contrary...At any rate, this place is indeed interesting, we have enjoyed most of our adventures here, you will probably do the same.
Tirre shrugs and goes off to retrieve those drinks Terre ordered earlier.

[Rebonack]

Maph'tey notes the odd little humanoid retrieving the drinks and realizes that he's hungry. He sits at the nearest table and sets his hand in front of himself, palm up.

At first nothing happens.

Then nothing happens for a little longer.

Then a glassy speck suddenly pops into existence. It begins to grow with a slight crackling sound, crystalline spires pushing out of the growing object. Once the thing is about the size of a melon it drops to the table.

Maph'tey absently snaps off a tetrahedral crystal and pops the glassy, silvery sheened material in his mouth. It sounds exceptionally crunchy.

"So what do they sell to eat here...?"

[Lord Magtok]

Agent Omega suddenly comes out of a drunken coma, and decides that he will never, ever drink a DLB again in his lifetime.

[Chaotic Bob]

Tirre wanders back with lots of drinks. Lots of drinks. Terre smiles.
Oh goody, one of the few times when I try to see how long I can stay drunk...
Tirre rolls his eyes and answers Maph'tey.
Well, I'm sure they sell a lot of things, but all I can assure you of is that they have muffins. Lots of muffins.

[Rebonack]

Maph'tey snaps off and consumes a second crystal.

"What's a muffin?"

[Chaotic Bob]

At the very mention of those words, all sounds in the tavern immediately cease. Every NPC in the room immediately stares at Maph'tey. Tirre gawks and even Terre stops his excessive drinking in shock.

[Rebonack]

The oddly dressed man glances around the room, suddenly feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

"Now's the time to kill them all."

"No it isn't. I um, well. Is there something taboo about not knowing what a muffin is?"

[Chaotic Bob]

They all continue to stare.
Y...you don't know what a muffin is....
Good gods man! What kind of deprived world did you live in...?!

[Rebonack]

"One without muffins apparently..."

[Lord Magtok]

Agent Omega considers finding some cover before something happens, and then remembers he has to get a squad together for that mission in his homeworld.

[Chaotic Bob]

Sound begins to return to the room as the initial shock wears off.
Tirre continues to stare, pale faced. Terre shrugs and yells at the nearest waiter to deliver 20 muffins of any flavor.

[AmberVael]

Fenix comes down the stairs, smiling slightly. He decides to get a drink first, then go practice. He orders a fireamber and sits down at the bar.

[Rebonack]

Regiji conveniently walks into the tavern in his usual garb.

"Good afternoon Omega, how goes Plot abuse lately?" he asks brightly.

****

"I really don't see what the big deal is," Maph'tey mutters.

[Chaotic Bob]

Terre in his partially drunken state silently agrees with Maph'tey. The muffins arrive and are of many sorts: banana nut, chocolate chip, plain, walnut, blueberry, etc. Tirre steals a blueberry one before shoving the tray in front of Maph'tey.
Eat.

[AmberVael]

Fenix waves to everyone, not caring if he knows them or not. He sips his fireamber.

[Rebonack]

Maph'tey takes a bite out of a blueberry muffin. He chews thoughtfully and then swallows.

"So a muffin is just oddly shaped sweet bread then?"

He waves back at Fenix despite the fact that he has no idea who he is.

[Chaotic Bob]

Tirre feels compelled to wave back, even though he knows not why.
No, its not oddly shaped, its muffin shaped. And not all muffins are necessarily sweet, they come in almost every possible flavor....
Like those disgusting cricket muffins....

[Lord Magtok]

Agent Omega waves hi to Regji. Hey Regiji. Plot's been ignoring me for a while. Probably busy with some cowboy or something. Oh, and before I forget, there's this mission I gotta go do back in my homeworld. You wanna come? The prez should reward you with a fair enough pile of cash.

[AmberVael]

Really? I have only seen a few flavors of muffin, myself.
Fenix sets his wine to one side.
Most of those being fruit.

[Rebonack]

"I don't think cash would be of much use to me to be entirely honest," Regiji says with a shrug. "Though I wouldn't mind giving you a hand."

****

Maph'tey coughs slightly.

"Cricket muffins?" he doesn't know what a cricket is either, but he decides to keep that information to himself.

[Chaotic Bob]

That probably has something to do with the fact that only the fruit ones are any good. The others, like those beef muffins...., usually don't turn out right.
Tirre nods silently, stealing a cranberry muffin, nibbling on it.

[AmberVael]

I should think so.
Fenix gives an amused smile.
Personally I believe raspberry is the best fruit for muffins.

[Rebonack]

Fenix is likely to notice the wing apparently made out of molten bronze on Maph'tey's left shoulder. It contrasts quite nicely with the icy blue one on his right.

"Why would they make muffins that have stuff other than fruit if they all taste awful?" he glances over at Fenix. "I don't think I've seen you in here yet. Not too surprising since I first came here, I dunno... three days ago or so. I'm Maph'tey, explorer and convenient living dimensional gateway."

[Lord Magtok]

Okay, then. I was thinking about bringing that trout wizrd guy, but I don't know if he's around.

The situation is some freaky drug-addicted gang/cult thing down in the Underslums has been killing politicians everywhere like crazy. They were even wily enough to make an attempt on the prez's life. It failed, due to his security force, but it scared the public enough to request that I specifically go in and get rid of them.

Anything you need to know about before we go?

[Chaotic Bob]

Terre thinks for a moment.
I have no idea, maybe to try something new? Intentionally disgust people? Because you can?

[AmberVael]

Good to meet you, Maph'tey. I'm Fenix, a cel- former celestial.
Fenix seems a little sad to admit that he is not longer a celestial, but quickly brightens back up.
So whats up with the mismatched wings? Or is that something normal for you?

[Rebonack]

"Hmmm... Well, I've got this rubber chicken that I outfitted with a kinetic energy capacitor. I could probably knock a hole through a good meter or so of reinforced plating with it. That and my squid launcher. Can a bring those along? They're sure to make things more interesting."

((I've been dieing to use these in a fight.))

****

"You one of those fallen angels? Gave your god the finger? Knocked up some mortals? Good for you," comes a rather nasty sounding voice from the glacial blue wing.

Maph'tey sighs and buries his face in his hands.

"They're specters that were bound to me before I was born. The noisy jackass is Ruin. The quiet one is Refuge."

As soon as the Q-word is uttered dozens of inky tentacles erupt from every corner of the tavern and proceed to attack the patrons. One quickly wraps itself around Maph'tey.

"Gah! Bloody hell! What's going on?"

[Chaotic Bob]

Terre, in his drunken state, falls onto the ground laughing when Maph'tey says the q-word. Tirre sighs and whips out his daggers, slashing out to release Maph'tey before returning to defend his brother.

[Lord Magtok]

Agent Omega begins to shoot at some tentacles while talking to Regiji.

Yeah, you can bring 'em. Think we should look for the trout guy for a while, or just go now? This inter-dimensional travel thing means that a week here might only be a day at home, so we have time.

To Maph'tey: You can't say the Q-word here, or that happens. Don't ask why.

[AmberVael]

Fenix pulls his two, flaming katanas out in an instant and strikes fluidly at any tentacles nearby him.

[Rebonack]

The armor under Regiji's tunic spreads down over his arm and forms into what looks the barrel of some oversized sci-fi ray gun. When he starts blasting the tentacles with streams of withering golden light the similarity is even more obvious.

"I think Destro is normally at his document copying shop. I suppose we could head over there."

****

The brazen wing warps into the shape of a mail-clad knight, his body burning with fiery brilliance. He raises his hands above his head, a great slab of molten metal vaguely resembling a sword forming in his grasp. Refuge sweeps down with his weapon, a ten foot wide crescent of holy energy scything through the black tentacles.

The one holding the trio is rent apart and subsequently drops Maph'tey to the ground. The knight readies himself in a defensive posture just in time for the tentacles to slither away.

"No, really, what the bloody hell was that?"

[AmberVael]

The q-word tentacles. The q-word is the word that starts with q and means silent. If you say it, they appear. No one knows why.
Fenix sheathes his swords after cleaning them.

[Lord Magtok]

By the way, I think you might want to avoid even spelling out the Q-word, or even thinking about it. I've never done either, and I don't plan to. Ever. Those tentacles things are annoying.

[Chaotic Bob]

Terre suddenly gets into a drunken giggle fit.
quiet quiet quiet quiet...teehee this is fun....quiet quiet quie-
He is abruptly stopped by a gag that Tirre stuffs in his mouth as he pales at the alarming number of tentacles entering the tavern.
Note to self: Never let Terre get drunk again. Ever.

[Rebonack]

"That makes no sense what so ever..." Maph'tey comments as the brazen knight melts back into wing form.

"So all I have to do i-"

"Silence."

The ring of floating sigils around the oddly dressed man's feet suddenly glow brighter and the voice of the icy wing is suddenly stopped. Maph'tey sighs.

"Well, sorry about that. I'll remember not to say the 'Q-word' while I'm in here. Are there any other crazy command word activated wards I should know about?"

He looks at the drunken twin in horror. He clenches his fists tightly and concentrates.

A sizable number of tentacles are suddenly incased in a glassy, silver sheened substance that does a pretty good job of stopping them from moving.

[AmberVael]

Fenix remains utterly still and watches all the tentacles go after Tirre, not intending to get up and help him until he really needs it.
Let him learn his lesson...
Not as far as I know.

[Lord Magtok]

Agent Omega fires his pistols at the tentacles at a number of rounds per second usually reserved for guns like an AK-47. None of the rounds are aimed at the tentacles going directly for Terre, though.

[Chaotic Bob]

Many of the tentacles are destroyed by the gun fire, a fair amount were immobilized as well, although they still aren't done coming out of the ground.

Tirre stands over his brother, casually spinning his daggers as he waits for the tentacles to finish erupting from the ground.
And I'm the childish one?

[Rebonack]

Maph'tey glances at Fenix again.

"You know, I'm pretty new to this Town. I've only really gotten a chance to poke around the tavern," he says in a conversational tone, doing his best to ignore the writhing members. "Would you mind if I were to tag along when and if you leave?"

[Lord Magtok]

((Hey Rebonack, should we head to Destro's thread and wait for him to come back online, or start the thing without him?))

Agent Omega twirls his gun western-style, and holsters it in one fluid motion.

[AmberVael]

Not at all. I was planning to go out and do some sword practice... but I think I already got that. I could stand to show you around Town though.

[Chaotic Bob]

As all of the tentacles have finally finished entering most of them charge the twins. At which point Tirre becomes a spinning cloud of dagger slashes and incarnum blasts. A few of the excluded tentacles proceed to pester NPC's.

[Nevrmore]

Floyd's eyes shift.

"Never felt something like that before..." He says to himself.

[Rebonack]

((I would say go wait for Destro.))

"Thanks, I really appreciate that. I'm, eerr, not really sure how to go about repaying you though..." Maph'tey ponders for a bit. "I have some gold I got off of some pirates who tried raiding my home the other day... will that do?"

[AmberVael]

Oh I don't need payment. Just a chance to get out and stretch my legs will be fine.
Fenix smiles at him and picks his wine back up.

[Lord Magtok]

Hey Regiji, do you know if the trout guy's home in some other dimension thing again? If so, think you could warp us over there? I can't teleport or anything.

[Chaotic Bob]

After several minutes of non-stop slashing and blasting Tirre begins to tire while the tentacles do not. After a few tense moments of the tentacles closing in, white tentacles shoot out of the ground and proceed to annihilate the black tentacles. Tirre blinks and decdes to go with it and promptly passes out.

[Rebonack]

"No... I think he brought it back to Town a week ago or so," Regiji comments. "We should be able to just walk over."

****

"Well, I'll just let you finish your wine then. And it looks like Ruin has been compelled to remain silent," Maph'tey adds brightly. "That should keep things quite a bit more pleasant than it would be otherwise."

[AmberVael]

Fenix tosses back the rest of his wine and stands.
I take it Ruin is a bit of a negative entity?

[Lord Magtok]

Okay then. By the way, I've recently started reading a book caled Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy during those time flow pauses. I've only finished the first chapter, and already I find it hilarious.

((Same here.))

[Nevrmore]

Four ropy, charcoal black fingers wrap around the tavern's mirror from the inside. Slowly, a figure emerges, two enormous, weak looking wings tucked behind him. His skin was as black as asphalt, his eyes as yellow as a bee's honey, giving off a faint glow. Stringy, mottled hair darker than his skin fell down over his shoulders. He was frail looking, but anyone who stared into those eyes could tell something more unsettling than the largest and most muscular of patrons waits beneath them.

He wasn't quite a god, but he was definitely not creature of the Earth. He did not look as if he could hold his own in any sort of fight, but he looked as if he not only knew of this weakness, but he was confident that it would not bother him. He examines the room idly, noting that it seems to be reversed from the mirror he just stepped out of.

Floyd watches the strange being from the corner of his eye and repeats Zurvan's words from earlier, "This might be a bad sign..."

[Rebonack]

"It's a great book, isn't it?" Regiji says with a grin. "We had better get going. World to save, right?" Regiji stands and exits the Tavern.

****

"That would be one way to describe him. Though I think 'crass, arrogant, destructive, impulsive, sadist' would be a better description. Fortunately the fact that he's bound to me means that I can shut him up if I need to."

Maph'tey stands as well. The ring of insubstantial white sigils orbiting around him at his ankle level is plainly obvious. As is the lithe tail composed of the same substances as the wings. Fire and ice constantly flow randomly about the appendage.

"Before you ask, most of the visual stuff doesn't really serve any purpose. Old Prancibald could have made me look like any normal human, but he thought that this was more visually interesting."

[AmberVael]

Prancibald?
Fenix goes over to the door.

[Lord Magtok]

Agent Omega follows Regiji out the door.

[Rebonack]

"Old Prancibald was the wizard that bound the specters to me," Maph'tey responds as he heads out the door.

((Continued in the Streets.))

[AmberVael]

Fenix follows him outside.

[Nevrmore]

The winged, black being slowly strides from the mirror towards the door, thinking to itself.

Everything seems to be reversed.

He continues out the door.

[McBish]

Eric comes inside and finds a seat by the fire.

[NecroPaladin]

Namesake mumbles a snide "there are MORE of them?" as he passes the black being and sits on the floor facing Tirre, solely out of curiosity to see when he will get up.

[Nevrmore]

Floyd waits until the black-winged man is gone, realizing his breathing had stopped in between. He takes in a large breath. "Aww man, that was weird."

[McBish]

Eric spots Floyd and hopes he doesn't remember him.

[Uberblah]

Ishmale walks in from downstairs and goes to sit at a table. He orders a Midnight Coffee from Cosmo and pays for it. When he receives his drink he drinks about half of it and fully wakes up immediately.
WOW! That's good stuff!

[NecroPaladin]

Without looking to Floyd, Namesake pouts (as he adjusts his jaw to that pouty lip, despite the fact that he has no lip, it makes a new sound: splurrrkkksh.) and says "It's hard to tell the ... evil in this town through all the chaos."

[Chaotic Bob]

Terre sits up, still rather drunk, he manages to find the coordination to remove his gag. Tirre continues to be unconscious.
Oooh, did brother get drunk too? teehee, the rooms spinning....
He completely not-notices Namesake.

[NecroPaladin]

Namesake stands up apathetically. I figured he would have been out for an hour or two... He un-pouts his jaw. ssssxraaaaack.

[Uberblah]

Ishmale pulls the necklace from ValKey from underneath his shirt. He rubs the lion pendant between the index finger and thumb of that hand. He wonders where ValKey is right now.
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Ishmale tucks the necklace back under his shirt and decides that the tavern is rather boring right now and leaves. He doesn't think twice about the coffee he left at his table.

[puss in boots]

Kerra walks in. (wow thats a first!) She sits at the bar and starts playing with a ball of yarn.

[NecroPaladin]

Namesake stands up abruptly. His eyes flash red, the usual sign of something nasty going down. He breaks into a stiff-limbed run out the door.

"Fenix...!"

[puss in boots]

Kerra yawns and leaves.

[Kyrian]

Kal and Exodus enter the tavern. Kal sits at the bar and Exodus hops off his shoulder.

[Chaotic Bob]

A rather drunk Terre begins to walk over to Exodus.
Pretty birdy....
Tirre wakes up with a start, shoots his hand out, and grabs Terre's foot before he can do anything else that's exceedingly stupid.

[Kyrian]

Exodus screeches at Terre and Kal watches out of the corner of his eye.

[Chaotic Bob]

Tirre wrenches Terre to the ground, where he promptly ties him and and shoves him into a corner where he can't do anything stupid. Tirre turns to Exodus and Kal.
Sorry about that...its one of those times of the year where he decides to see how drunk he can get and for how long he can go....quite idiotic really.

[Kylsa Lendora]

A bright-looking young gnome walks into the tavern. Hello, fellow adventurers! as she closes the door, a black chicken hurries in behind her, looking worried and frazzled. noticing all the strange denizens in the tavern, it starts, and jumps onto the girl's head. with the chicken still on her head, she walks up to the bar and jumps up on a stool. One tea please bartender. then she sits down, expecting someone to notice her.

[Kyrian]

Kal pays no attention to Tirre and gently calms Exodus by stroking her breast feathers as he orders a beer.

[McBish]

Eric watches everyone while playing wirh the braclet on his wrist.

[Chaotic Bob]

Tirre shrugs and searches around for that muffin tray he had earlier.

[Kylsa Lendora]

upon noticing that noone immediately notices her, the gnome girl looks down and sighs. Her chicken clucks to her, and then also sighs, but in a more "gods i hate this job" kind of way. then it jumps off her head and goes to collect the tea from the bartender, dropping the money in his hands. Here you go, Kylsa. Now, try again, but nicer this time.
the gnome girl reconsiders her thoughts, then jumps out of her chair and walks up to a random PC. So about that weather? she gives a cold glance to the chicken, who is eying her sternly.

[Chaotic Bob]

Tirre happens to be that random PC, for no real reason.
Umm...its dandy?

[Kylsa Lendora]

the gnome looks at the chicken questioningly. it nods.
um, yes, i suppose it is. when the chicken does not reprimand her immediately, she goes on. so, i'm interested in the backgrounds of the people in this town. what is your story?

[Chaotic Bob]

Tirre looks a little confused.
Background? Ok....My brother and I were born in a standard dvati village. We didn't get along with everyone else....got sent here....had a few interesting adventures....caught captured momentarily and tortured by some random insane necrocarnate....That's about it....that's the speedy version.

[Kyrian]

Kal and Exodus leave.

[Kylsa Lendora]

the chicken clucks disaproovingly. Asking a major question without introducing yourself. Kylsa, you can do much better.
Kylsa, with her confidence back up, shrugs off it's remark. never should have had that chicken Awakened. My name's Kylsa. Druid, fifteenth servant. Left the order two months ago, never looked back. seeking employment.

[Chaotic Bob]

Name's Tirre....currently a user of incarnum, same with my currently incapacitated brother Terre. I hope your not thinking of asking me for employment...I'm kind of in need of that too.

[Kylsa Lendora]

wow. that's really cool. suddenly, however, a wave of tiredness washes over Kylsa. Dang. that walk was entirely too long. (either that or the tea has something funny in it.) I'm sorry i must.... what's the word?
I beleive the phrase you are looking for is 'beg your leave', mistress.
no, that can't be right. anyway. this stupid chicken also insists i be asleep by a certain time. damn thing. wish it would die, really.
without waiting for a response, she quickly rents a room from the bartender and goes up the stairs, the chicken following her with a stern gaze.
((sorry. didn't realize how late it was when I came in. gots to go or momma will filet me. alive))

[Chaotic Bob]

((:smalleek:))
Tirre can't tell if that was interesting, amusing, or creepy, so he decides to go sit at a table and just think for a long time about nothing in particular.

[McBish]

Eric stands up and heads out of Trog's.

[AmberVael]

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The man known as Vael steps into the tavern, smiling around at everyone. Cosmo blinks, having heard several rumors of Vael dying.
In two different instances, no less.
So needless to say, Cosmo is slightly confused as to his presence here. However, he is not going to complain, especially considering how much money Vael gave him in tips...
Vael sits down at the bar, unusually, and gets an ale. Cosmo raises an eyebrow but gets it, and then receives a moderate tip. Confused and annoyed, Cosmo goes off grumbling.

[wxdruid]

Gwen walks in and sits at the bar, she orders her usual hot chocolate. Cosmo brings it over and she adds in her chocolate chips. She looks around.

[AmberVael]

Vael sips his ale and look around the tavern, a strange circlet with a blue gem on his head. The wary and stiff demeanor that has always surrounded him is entirely gone, and he looks relaxed and almost young.

[wxdruid]

Gwen nods, Hello.

[AmberVael]

Vael nods and smiles at her.
Good evening.

[wxdruid]

Gwen looks at him curiously, You seem familiar, have you been here before?

[AmberVael]

Not to my knowledge.
He takes another sip of his ale.

[wxdruid]

Gwen shrugs and sips her hot chocolate, May I ask what brings you here?

[AmberVael]

I'm... honestly not sure.
He blinks confusedly and tries to remember why he came.
In fact... I don't...
He tries to remember anything at all.

[wxdruid]

Are you all right?

[Seren]

Seren hurries downstairs, after ages of apparent seclusion, having sensed Vael's return and that he's in the building. She appears to want to head over to him, but stands nearly frozen at the bottom of the staircase staring at him, the glint of tears in her eyes.

[AmberVael]

Vael shakes his head, looking a little frustrated. He stares down at the bartop, thinking hard.

[wxdruid]

What's wrong?

[AmberVael]

I seem to...
He frowns again.
Its nothing that I can't fix, I'm sure.

[Seren]

Seren eventually shakes herself out of her stupor and comes over to the bar..."Vael.....?"

[AmberVael]

Vael doesn't even respond to Seren's voice. Its as if he hadn't heard her... or recognized the name. After a moment he realizes that he is the only person at the bar that she could possibly be talking to, and he looks up at her.
I'm sorry, what did you say?
He doesn't appear to recognize her at all.

[wxdruid]

Gwen sips her hot chocolate.

[Obsidian Blade]

Fydan teleports in, vigourously shaking her head and looking slightly panicked. The red gem on her sword glows brightly as she sits down at the bar. Bring me something. Anything. Just make it really, really strong. Fydan rests her head on the counter for a minute while a DLB is brought to her.

[Chaotic Bob]

Tirre snaps out of his daydreaming moment and looks out a window, he frowns. He walks over to Terre, slaps him sufficiently to sober him up and unties him. They run out of the door rather quickly.

[Seren]

"I....umm...." Seren suddenly looks very disheartened.
"I said...Vael...you are Vael, aren't you?"

[AmberVael]

Vael? No. I'm Firolon.
He frowns at her, both confused and a little concerned for her.

[Obsidian Blade]

Fydan starts to drink, clenching and unclenching her fists. Her sword pommel flashes as Rikan's voice enters her mind.
I did say I was sorry.
I don't give a damn whether you're sorry or not! Get out of my mind, get out of my body, get out of my life!
The sword sounds slightly mournful in her head. You know that's impossible. We're bound, whether you like it or not. And you know I can't control it.
Go away! This wasn't part of the bonding ritual! It said nothing - you said nothing about having my freaking body being taken over!
I didn't say anything because I didn't know. The sword replies, perfectly calm.
Fydan ignores it and fumes, drinking some more.

[wxdruid]

Gwen finishes her hot chocolate and debates getting another one before heading home.

[Seren]

Seren's face, which did bear an expression crossed between hope and confusion falls, "Oh.....I.....I thought.....I....I'm sorry...."

[AmberVael]

No, its fine.
Firolon gives her a concerned look.
Are you okay?

[Seren]

"Yes. Of course I'm fine." Seren turns to Cosmo and a look has him going to get whatever it is she's taken to usually ordering since she's stopped ordering radiance.

She returns her gaze to....Firolon. "It's just....I could have sworn...I'm sorry.... You're just....so....familiar. But if you aren't Vael" she drops her eyes away. "I'm sorry....I....I must have been mistaken."

[AmberVael]

You don't have to apologize. It really is fine.
There is a trace of tension in his eyes, as if something is worrying him.

[Seren]

Seren seems to search her mind for a moment, "Firolon....I do remember that name. I....you don't remember?"

[wxdruid]

Gwen decides it's time to go home. She casually waves goodbye and leaves the Tavern.

[AmberVael]

Remember what?
Firolon cautiously probes his mind with his psionic power, searching for memory loss.

[Seren]

"The time you spent as Vael.....the months you spent with me..." Seren tries not to look completely disheartened.

[AmberVael]

Um... no. I don't mean any insult to you, but I really don't.
Firolon frowns very slightly as he keeps searching his mind.

[Seren]

"Oh..." Seren looks sad for a moment, but quickly puts on a more cheerful face.
"Well then...I suppose we'll have to start over."
She offers her hand with a bright, if not entirely convincing smile,
"My name is Seren and it's a pleasure to meet you, Firolon."

[AmberVael]

He gives her a small smile and takes her hand.
A pleasure to meet you as well.

[Obsidian Blade]

Fydan stares into her empty cup for a few minutes, then gets up and leaves.

[Seren]

Cosmo hands Seren her drink, giving her a significant look which she purposely ignores. She hands him a few coins and turns her attention back to Firolon.
"You're.....new....around here then?"
Seren looks determined to stay and talk and 'get to know' him in spite of how uncomfortable and hard this clearly is for her.

[AmberVael]

The way you are talking I wonder if I am... and honestly I don't remember anything... at all... except my name.

[Seren]

Seren sighs, "Well....I don't believe you're new. I believe that you are Vael....who's been..." Seren pauses and swallows audibly before continuing.... dead. .... Dead for some time now." Her falsely cheerful and annoyingly bright voice threatens to falter, but luckily manages to continue in its goal to annoy those around her.

[AmberVael]

I... oh... I'm sorry? I guess?
Firolon tries to figure out how he should about being told that he has been dead until recently by someone who professes to have known him for a while, when he doesn't remember anything.

[Seren]

Seren sighs at finally sits at the bar next to him, "No....I'm sorry. I guess....I guess I'm just not sure what to say or how to act around you. I always assumed that things would be the same as they always were, when and if you came back."

[AmberVael]

If I'm even this Vael you speak of.
Firolon looks a fair bit lost now, but is determined to figure out what his situation is.

[Seren]

Seren nods and looks considering, "Yes...I suppose, if you are."
She looks down at her drink, suddenly realizing that she's finished it. "I'm sorry. It's late.....I didn't mean to....confuse things....you.....forgive me?"
She smiles faintly. "I'll leave you to your thoughts.."
She stands and turns to move back up the stairs, "I'll see you again....Firolon..."

[AmberVael]

He smiles back at her.
Goodnight, Seren.
He turns to Cosmo and gets a room for the night, then goes upstairs.

[Castaras]

Ilvari teleports in and orders a drink.

[Chaotic Bob]

The Twins wander back in thoroughly confused.
Wasn't that supposed to be the end of the world?
I think so....

[Castaras]

Ilvari watches the twins calmly, eyes piercing.

[Chaotic Bob]

Completely oblivious to Ilvari's stare the Twins walk up and take seats at the bar, ordering Archon Ales.
It was said that when she appears she's supposed to use all of those ingested nightmares to destroy everything....
It can't have been the right time though, she was repelled to easily...

[Castaras]

Ilvari turns to her drink, listening.

[Chaotic Bob]

As their drinks slide down, the dvati pick them up and empty them in a single gulp.
It was specifically said that when she appeared, it would initiate the End.
Clearly this did not happen, perhaps it was Katalia's fault? A potential wrinkle in the grand scheme of things?
It's a distinct possibility....

[Castaras]

Ilvari orders another drink, after deciding the two twins won't be of any use to her.

[Chaotic Bob]

The Twins decide that such a discussion will go no where and that they should probably get some much sought after rest. The voluntary kind, too, not the knocked out sort. They wander of to a corner and pass out in a couple of seats.

[Castaras]

Ilvari finishes her drink, and sits, contemplating.

[Glaivemaster]

The Glaive Master re-enters the tavern, covered in brown goo. After bowing to the room in general, he asks:

Is there anywhere I could wash myself, and my clothes?

[Chaotic Bob]

Cosmo, who was lurking in the shadows because he was annoyed with all the customers, smiles at glaivemaster's request. He comes back with a tub full of ale and throw's its contents at him before walking back to the bar, rather satisfied with his work.

[Castaras]

Ilvari ignores Glaivemaster and carries on sipping her wine throughtfully.