The Alraeican Tavern - Part VIII
Talryn was already turning quite purple by the time Silverfish decided that he himself was the only one in the room who either noticed or was concerned that he was choking.
Silverfish swung down from the rafter and head butted Talryn in the belly. He hoped that would work, since 18" is much to small to do the Heimlich properly.
Rapierian watched the chaos in the Tavern with a wide smile. Then, he began to plot how to make it even worse...
One of the patrons in the bar noticed Silverfish flying around and, under the influence of Rapierian's potions, thought Silverfish looked like a baseball. The patron quickly began searching for something to bat him with...
From his table, Selax calmly watched the Tavern deteriorate into chaos and wondered if he should consider doing something. In some places, the brawl continued and in others people were running in circles trying to escape their various hallucinations.
"...and so, Rin ended up having her wings turned pink!" Shi'nayne grandly swung her arm into the air, as if for emphasis, and Moonshadow giggled.
"And you're sure it was an accident?" She asked, an amused undertone in her voice.
"Of course." Her companion said, smiling a little too innocently. Oh how the little fairy loved mischief. Moonshadow shook her head, failing at keeping the smile from her face as they wandered through the town. Or rather, she wandered, and Shi sat on her shoulder, resting her wings (or so she said - Moonshadow rather suspected she liked being carried around).
Up ahead, from where she knew the Alraeican Tavern was, the noise they had been hearing became steadily louder. Curiously she neared the tavern door, noticing the human man standing just outside and watching whatever was happening with a decidedly satisfied expression. She stopped walking right next to him, peering into the tavern's interior. At first glance it seemed hardly worse than it usually was - until she noticed the patrons were not actually fighting each other, but instead seemed to be going after or running from invisible opponents. She sighed. It wasn't particularly hard to tell there was some sort of magic at work. something wrong with the food, perhaps, she mused. Or the drink.
On her shoulder, Shi squealed and pointed excitedly at the ceiling. What looked like a (very) undersized human male was walking along it, feet over head. Movement caught Moonshadow'e eye -- one of the drunker patrons of the bar had broken off the leg of a stool and was moving towards the little human in what he probably thought was a very stealthy manner, on tiptoe with the chairleg-turned-bat raised over his head. It was quite obvious what he intended to do.
Moonshadow glanced at Shi, who had jumped off her shoulder and was hovering near her, semi-translucent wings beating quickly to keep her in place. "Your turn or mine?" She asked, but the fairy had already raised her little hands, pointing them at the drunk patron. Shi new little of offensive magic, but her knowledge on defensive spells was superb, and she had quite creative ways of using them. Moonshadow leaned against the doorway, watching as a soft green glow began engulfing the patron, and his tip-toed sneak became slower and slower. His grip on the bat loosened, than failed completely, and it fell to the ground with a loud thud, incidentally startling the little human on the ceiling. He spun to face his would-be attacker, but whatever he planned to do became redundant. The drunk's eyes fluttered close, he swayed on his feet for a moment, and then fell over with another thud -- moments later, his snoring began to fill the tavern.
Definitely something with the food or drink, she decided. After all, nobody outside the tavern had been affected by this particular kind of madness.
"I really just wanted a bit of peace." Moonshadow remarked to nobody in particular. "Relative peace." She amended, considering the scene in the tavern. She pushed away from the doorframe decisively, straightening. "I think this has gone on long enough."
"Spoilsport." Shi muttered, but Moonshadow ignored her.
Instead she raised a hand in front of her face, flexing her fingers experimentally. After a few moments, they began glowing with a soft white light and she nodded, apparently satisfied.
"Oh look, that's Brianna over there!" Shi exclaimed suddenly, pointing. "Maybe she knows what's going on here."
"Maybe she has a quiet room somewhere where it's possible to relax." Moonshadow murmured, and Shi shot her a look.
"I think you've had too much quiet in the past months." She objected. "In fact, I think we should just watch the show a little!"
The man next to them made an approving noise - he, apparently, was enjoying the show greatly. Moonshadow graced both him and Shi with a skeptical look.
"Come on, it'll be fun." Shi grinned widely. "And if it gets really nasty, we can still stop them."
Finally Moonshadow shrugged. "Fine," she conceded. "Let's find Brianna and get something to eat." Shi nodded enthusiastically and flew off into the tavern, Moonshadow following at a slower pace. The glow around her hand never subsided; she wouldn't heal the patrons of whatever was affecting them -- yet -- but the spell she had readied would purify her food and drink of whatever was causing the patrons' strange behavior.
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Uzsuy hesitated entering the Tavern, but then desided to shrink himself and enter. Only he realised he couldn't open the door then. Instead, he waited outside near the door.
Silverfish was startled to see a would be attacker fall asleep in a green glow, and looked around hastily to see who was the source of the spell. But all he saw after a few moments of looking around was a female, half his height, flying in through the doorway. He hastily hid on top of a large chandelier, only peaking out every few seconds to make sure of he was safe.
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Talryn had regained his composure after the help from Silverfish, and he begun to take another drink when he saw a small compainion sitting on a flying lady's shoulder. Talryn coughed and gaged and charged towards the front door. after pushing it open with great force he fell to his knees and 'cleared his system'.
A few minutes later Talryn walked calmly back in ordered some water and possbily some food and sat quietly down at Selax's table.
With some delight, Brianna's sharp half-elven hearing recognised Shinayne's high-pitched voice calling out to her, as her diminutive friend zipped across the room. She was even more delighted to see Moonshadow following along at a more dignified pace. Both she and Moonshadow were quite surprised, however, when Shinayne halted in mid flight scant inches from Brianna, hovering on fast-beating wings and staring at the cowled man sitting at the bar, his drink still untouched.
"Something's strange about that man," Shinayne squeaked. "His aura's all black!"
"Well," Brianna replied, "he is very depressing."
As fate would have it, one of the hallucinating patrons (backing away in terror from something only he could see) bumped into the man in question, and knocked aside his hood. The patron, already half out of his mind, glanced at the obstacle he'd impacted against, and screamed in even greater terror.
"The Undead! The Undead are invading! Again!"
The stranger turned, light glinting off his polished ivory head, and stared at the patron through flaming eye sockets.
What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a dead man before? sighed the voice in everyone's head. Why can't you just let me stare at my drink in peace?
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The teenager in the hat and cloak, still sitting at the bar drinking his water moodily, turned to the dead man. As jumpy as he was, he seemed unperturbed by the sight; on the contrary he actually looked intruiged. "You know, I've heard of being hot-headed, but isn't that pushing it?" he asked, noticing the flames pouring out of his eyes. "If looks could kill... oh, wait... sorry," he said hastily. "Not to offend. I'm not very good at deadpan humour... ah, shi-!" He ducked his head and tugged his cap down over his eyes awkwardly.
Shi'nayne looked at him curiously. "Were you talking to me?"
"No." His voice was muffled, and he shook his head violently, seemingly trying to become invisible. "Nevermind. Leave me alone. Goodnight."
The others gave him an odd look, and were about to move on with their business, when the boy suddenly pulled his hat back up and stared at them, eyes wide. "Wait! Is it still snowing? Are you the proprietor? Is this an inn? Do you have rooms for rent?"
Brianna looked somewhat confused by the rapidfire questioning, but she attempted to answer. "Yes, we have some rooms available-"
"Great!" The boy dug around in his cloak pocket for some coins. "I need a room. Oh-" he said, finally noticing the bizarre looks he was receiving, and withdrew his hand from its frantic searching to extend to the group in general. "Sorry. I'm Alice. Pleased to meet you."
"Alice?" Shi'nayne echoed. "Isn't that a girl's name? Are you a girl?"
He twitched, knocking over his mug of water behind him. "No!" he said defensively, jamming his hat back down over his eyes. "Go away! Leave me alone!"
The silence that descended pulled at their throughts like a vacuum. Something just had to fill it.
Brianna blinked. Her wide-ranging travels with her grandfather had left her conversant in many languages, and this one sounded familiar. "Mort? As in, dead?"
No. Well, yes. It's my name. I mean, since it seemed we were doing introductions. Morteous Bonaparte. Mort. Or Bony. That's what they used to call me, when I was alive.
Moonshadow stifled a laugh. Brianna almost did. Shinayne didn't even try, emitting a sound like tiny tinkling bells. Alice just stared at him.
"You look like that, and you're called Bony?"
Mort rested his skull on his closed, skeletal fist. Everyone heard the mental sigh. Yes. Life - I mean death - er, existence - it's so full of irony, isn't it.
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Talryn had forgotten about the snow and only remembered it after Alice mentioned it and then he glanced down at his plate to find some of his food covered with snow. He sighed, This is one weird night, now all we need is some random invasion or someone bursting in require aid for a quest... The snow stopped falling and Talryn began to awkardly eat his meal and noticed that Selax was quite quite (no play on words intended).
(Edit: Fixed spelling errors that happen when your are awake for over 12 hours)
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The brawl had stopped, almost everyone was chasing, or being chased by an hallucination, and didn't have time for brawling. A few non-hallucinating patrons were gathered in a small group, indulging in small-talk. The window had reassembled itself in its frame, but the cracks were quite obvious. Silverfish crept down the wall to re-meld it...
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Moonshadow rubbed her temples. Truly, this place got more bizarre every time she visited. She supposed she should be appalled about the lich, worried about whatever spell was affecting the patrons, and interested in the boy (or girl?), but all she felt towards any of it was mild amusement and some curiosity.
Almost absently she leaned a bit to the right, dodging a plate that came flying her way and shattered on the wall behind. Looking back up she saw one of the bar's numerous patrons readying another plate, seeming to be aiming it at something above her head. She glanced up, seeing nothing of interest. Apparently this patron, too, was suffering from temporary insanity. Nothing new there.
Next to her, Brianna grumbled. "Do you know how many of these I have to replace on a normal day?" She asked, not addressing anyone in particular, then ducked her head to avoid the next plate.
"And his aim isn't even any good," Shi commented.
Calmly, Moonshadow got up and walked over to the patron, taking the next plate from his hand carefully. The man blinked confusedly, staring at his now empty hand. "But..." he muttered. "The tournament.. have to... win..."
Shaking her head, Moonshadow reached out and brushed her hand across the patron's. "It's all fine." She told him. "Go home."
He turned his head to look at her, seeming on the verge of tears. Then abruptly he shook his head, rubbing at his eyes like someone who had just woken up, gave her a last confused look, and left the tavern.
Moonshadow quickly gathered the remaining plates and stacked some of the mugs lying on the table on top, then carefully balancing her load returned to Brianna, who took the top half of her stack off her with a grateful smile, then turned towards the doorway leading to the tavern's small kitchen area. Once they had deposited their load there -- and Moonshadow had secured a meal for herself and Shi -- they returned to the tavern area.
Shi squealed in delight and literally swooped down on her, grabbing a piece of cheese, while she and Brianna walked to the bar. She set the plate down on the counter and pulled one of the high chairs over to sit, while Brianna cleared a bit of the surface with a rag.
"Thanks Bri!" Shi chirped, giving the woman a hug (or rather, considering their size, giving her arm a hug) before sitting down cross-legged on the now clean(er) table.
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As he now heard nothing unsual from inside, Uzsuy carefully walked in to the Tavern.
Uzsuy quickly learned that the lack of sound coming from the tavern didn't necessarily mean all was calm, as a dagger, a broken bottle, and purple toad with red spots zipped past him from three different directions. He flattened himself againt the wall, and looked askance at the quivering amphibian half embedded in the wall next to his right earlobe.
In the shadows at the rear of the room, Sideline impassively observed the chaos, the stein of beer in front of him untouched. It had smelled a little odd, so he'd deemed it wise to wait before quenching his thirst. His companion apparently hadn't been quite so observant; the Scribe's cup of spiced wine was almost empty. This confused Sideline a little, as the elderly elf didn't seem to be showing any undue symptoms at all.
"I guess your drink wasn't tampered with," Sideline commented.
"On the contrary," the Scribe replied. "I've just spent the last few minutes listening to a serenade by a dragon, a nymph and a unicorn. Really most enjoyable, although the unicorn sang a little flat."
"Uh, sure, if you say so," Sideline murmured, shifting edgily in his seat. He covertly began to check for clear routes to an exit, just in case the Scribe got creative with his magic.
"Relax, my young friend," the Scribe chuckled. "I've lived long enough to learn to tell the difference between a fantasy and reality."
Sideline wanted to believe him, but thought it better to be safe than sorry. He determined to keep a close watch on the Scribe's behaviour, at least until things calmed down.
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OOC, Well i got sick of not being able to post, although this post puts Rapierian in danger, I hope this doesnt irritate people, and Selax if you wish for me to change the post i will not mind. BIC
_Wizard!....Time echoes with memories, you remember.....you still dont understand do you....we all have or little ways here or there........for I found you.....ye..t.....again...
Wizard shuddered as a unearthly voice seemed to speak through the void to him, it sounded familair....
_Rapierian!...... The wise men say....... that time is like the ocean
............................it doesn’t care who it crushes under its weight............ nor what drowns in its depths.............
...........They also say that we all begin life with a small puddle at our feet.............. and it grows till we feel that icy cold water crush our heart.............
Now lets just say that I found a way to drain that puddle.........
but it means that I must then fill yours.
Rapierian fell to the ground people took notice, and the tavern seemed to calm down.
Timeless eyes stare into the oblivion, watching eons pass with a blink and eternity with a closing of the eyes, with all this time......Why wait._
A Ghostly appearance took form, Satori stood in mist and fog, And she smiled.
Having finished with the window, Silverfish climbed back up the wall, jumped from rafter to rafter, and dropped down at the far end of the counter from Moonshadow. He waved Brianna over and ordered a glass of salt water...
Brianna stared at Silverfish, suspiciously. "Don't I know you from someplace?" She queried, then snapped her fingers in recognition. "That confounded statue! You owe the bar for three crystal wine goblets, mister!"
"Can I start a tab?" Sliverfish enquired, sheepishly.
Brianna shrugged her shoulders. "Why not," she sighed, and slid a glass of salt water along the bar.
Brianna ran her eyes across the 'rogues gallery' that had assembled at the bar: a supremely self-assured winter elf, a phaery whose personality was as colourful as her hair and dress sense, an extremely high-strung, er, boy? A morose lich, and a tiny man who occasionally mimicked a metal sculpture. Really, could the day get any weirder?
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Good to see some of the old posters coming back and good to see the high level of participation this thread is getting so far. Please, keep up the good work, everyone!
Pippin, if you have any ideas what you want to happen with Satori or any changes you'd like me to make in my post, please PM them to me, although I can't promise to respond before next Thursday. I probably won't be able to do any more posts with Rapierian besides this post before next Thursday either. By the way, the chaos in the Tavern is being caused by potions that he put in the drinks, not by a spell, so I think that it would probably continue after his collapse. Also, the mental battle between Satori and Rapierian isn't necessarily what would happen in a physical (i.e. Rapierian would probably be much harder pressed to defend himself against Satori's physical attacks of rage).
Selax continued to observe the scene around him from his seat in the corner. He was completely unfazed by the oddity of a lich sitting at the bar, since, at his age, one had seen just about everything that there was to see and more besides. Something else had caught his attention and had again brought past memories to the fore. Wizard, well acquainted enough with Selax to guess his moods despite Selax's stoicism and far more subdued emotions, noticed his pensiveness.
"What is it?" Wizard asked, mildly curious. He had known Selax long enough to know when the elemental was recalling the past. Selax had revealed little of this past to Wizard, and Wizard was always willing to learn more.
"That is the first Phaerie that I have seen since before this land or you was born and the first young Phaerie that I have seen out in the open world since longer than that," Selax answered, gesturing idly at Shi'nayne. "Of the past, I am again naturally reminded, as I so often find myself recently..."
Rapierian collapsed but only physically. In his mind's eye, he saw what was happening as...
_He and Satori both stood facing each other, surrounded by complete and utter darkness. This physical illusion was a reality: all that now occurred was occurring in the minds of Satori and Rapierian.
What looked like a puddle of blackness was flowing from Satori into Rapierian.
Rapierian looked at it and then glanced at Satori.
Satori, for a moment, was actually surprised. For that moment, the face that looked at her didn't look like that of Rapierian's at all. Gone was the amused, laughing, or mocking expression, and in its place was one of utter blackness.
Then, it was gone and he smiled at her and spoke.
"Found a way to unload your death or some such thing into me have you? Think that'll kill me? Well, I think that as one skilled in the arts of death I might just be able to dispute that..."
Green light leapt from his fingers and his cloak as Rapierian hurled his will at Satori's rage; it smashed into the black light from Satori and she snarled in fury. Her attack intensified, and Rapierian ramped up his own assault in response. Black and green seesawed back and forth between the two, as Satori attempted to use her will and rage to shatter Rapierian's will and control.
"This is getting neither of us anywhere!" Rapierian yelled at her over the din. "I think that I might be able to help you! We can make a deal that doesn't involve either of us dying!"
Black and green winked out as Satori ceased her attack and Rapierian ceased his defense.
"Explain," Satori rumbled, after considering Rapierian for a moment.
"Certainly! As you on doubt are well aware, on our recent quest I encountered several ruffians out of whom I sucked the life energy. What you may not be aware of this that energy adds to my own and increases my life span, as well as having other useful side effects...in effect, I have all their life spans in addition to my own. I could give one of these lives to you. . .for something in exchange of course. What do you say?"_
I'm new here, so I'm starting a new character. Hope no-one minds too much.
Suddenly, the door to the Tavern burst open, and a young girl with silver hair burst it, her midnight cloak rippling around her. She half ran, half stumbled towards the bar, and collapsed over it, panting.
"Please....help.....chased!.....must hide!" she wheezed to Brianna. Slowly the girl slid to the floor in a dead faint.
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Alice sat at the bar, cluutching his (now refilled) mug of water and sipping it somewhat compulsively. He had seemingly gone oblivious to everything going on around him, until the girl ran in and passed out directly behind him. She brushed him ever so slightly as she slid to the ground, at which point he gave out a yell and whirled around on his stool in a spastic motion, sending his water flying out of his mug again and splashing everyone in the vicinity. Someone yelled back irritably and Alice fell off his stool in surprise.
"Hello to you too," he muttered, laying face-down on the floor and eyeing the unconscious girl sprawled next to him. "Chased by what? Undead? Ruffians? Thunderstorms? Wouldn't come as a surprise, they're uncommonly good at stalking..." He went on mumbling to himself, only random snippets such as "stupid weather" and "zombies" and "voices, all day long, chittering away in my ear" audible to the others nearby.
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