[The Pig's Foot Tavern] Together or on our own. (Open)

[Eryss Waldu]

4th of Summer, 511AV

[He had went ahead and reserved a table for himself and his companions. It wasn’t hard; he merely picked a table near the back and paid the bartender, Merv, double the price of a night in one of the Pig’s Foot taverns suites. Undoubtedly that was not a waste of time. Eryss deplored taverns, especially the busiest ones, but knew that Cade and some of the others preferred them so he would play along until a real base could be procured for themselves. Tonight it didn’t matter where they met anyways all that mattered was who arrived and who did not. Not a question so much as a theory; Eryss had his own ideas about the subject.]

[Alone at the table it might come as a surprise as to how many people actually kept their distance from a wizened looking man dressed in a tattered cloak and baring scars on his hands. Bandages were wrapped around the palms of both concealing burns that he’d likely been responsible for himself, he did enjoy fire and making it but sometimes fire turned on its master and bit his hands, a small price to pay for the power he sometimes liked to wield. Nursing a mug of water Eryss drank while his malignant gaze swept through the crowds of people, he was always looking to see if he recognized any of the faces in the crowd or to see who might be looking back at him, most of the time he saw a patron staring at him it was out of the kind of curiosity that quickly ended when their eyes met but not always.]

[At a distance several things were noticeable to the trained eye even through the crowds of people packed into the Pig’s Foot at this hour, the table Eryss occupied was close to the back and far away from the main entrance as you could get and it was also closest to a wall so that it would be difficult to come up on the man from behind, not many people cared to recognize those subtle facts though. His table was also a little larger than normal and there were six chairs around it including the one in which he sat, most normal tables sat four chairs, but it was otherwise indistinguishable from all the other rough hewn furniture in this place. It was noisy in the Pig’s Foot and it smell of stale drink but that was the opinion of a man who didn’t touch spirits.]

[Before he’d come here Eryss sent word out to those who knew and had been in touch with Cade, reminding his associate to contact anyone he had missed, altogether there were there would be seven of them if they all arrived. Kiara, Antar and Corinth he knew by name of those he had met in the tavern several days ago and then there was the man, Craevan, and his Zith companion who he was somewhat wary about. The Zith because of her race, Eryss knew better then to trust them, and Craevan because he knew that wasn’t likely his real name. Understandable that he might not have wanted to give it up to strangers though, there was a lot of power in a name if the wrong people got a hold of it. Eryss expected most of them to show but he wasn’t sure about Corinth, she very out of place in a group like this, he’d told himself that Cade wanted her for a simple nights pleasure and that was all. Time would tell.]

[When the 23rd Bell chimed Eryss looked back in the direction of the taverns entrance. A serving wench with a basin of water refilled his drink and he waited, expecting Cade to be the first through the door any time now, to see who would come. The Wizard did have a certain curiosity natural to his demeanour, he was always looking and watching after all, but this was more to see whether or not his own deductions were correct or not. He hated to be incorrect but Eryss learned from his mistakes, especially the ones wrought from stereotyping others based on his own observations, and always made sure not to make them a second time.]

[Kiara Killraven]

It was late in Sunberth. By this time of the night most people would likely be in their homes behind bared doors. By now the taverns and Inns would be packed to the brim by the bodies of men who had worked all day and wanted to cool off from the summer heat with spirits and a wench or two. Those that did move about in the night would mostly be two sorts of people. Those that had been caught out late and were returning home. Then there were others that prayed on the former, finding them easy game. While those two types were the predominant categories that people would fall into they were by far not the only ones. Most wouldn't notice the flutter of a human shaped shadow as it moved through the streets of Sunberth. Kiara moved about the streets as though she had lived there all of her life. Indeed she had grown up on the cut throat streets that winded through Sunberth. Her foot steps were silent as she moved. It was more of a defense mechanism by now then something she did consciously. She muffled her foot steps without thinking. The woman stopped and ducked into a near by doorway as a couple of people passed. It was a man and woman. The man was dirty and from the smell that clung about the two of them she could well guess neither of them had bathed recently. The woman though just as dirty as the man also wore rather revealing clothing despite the dirt caking her wrists near her shirt's cuffs. The woman was obviously a prostitute. The couple passed Kiara's hiding spot without seeing her and continued on their way. She heard the woman force another laugh as they turned a corner and the light from the lantern the man had been holding disappeared gradually. It didn't take Kiara long to reach the tavern that Eryss had decided would be their meeting place this time. It had been a few days since the job they had all done together and they had come to respect each other. If Eryss asked her to come then it was either important or there was money to be made. Either way it was a change from the boring existence she had lead up until now. Perhaps she was a bit wrong when she said it was boring. It had been far from boring. But she had to admit to herself that it was far boring. Her existence until now had been a series of struggles. The only thing that had kept her alive until now was her unending will to become stronger. But like an animal reaching its end she sensed that if she continued on the way she had been going she would soon meet her end. Kiara strolled right up to the door of the tavern and pushed it open. As one might expect when someone enters such a place so abruptly everything stopped for a moment. The eyes of all the patrons moved to her. In most cases it would have only been like that for a moment before everyone went on their merry way. That is if the person entering didn't catch their attention. Kiara tonight had conveniently forgotten her traveling cloak. As she stepped through the opened doorway more then a few eyes followed her. Even if she only stood a few inches over five feet she looked more then dangerous. Clad in black leather that seemed to drink the light around it she moved further into tavern. The armor had as many straps and clasps as it had actual armor, the straps causing the thin silk like armor to cling to her form tightly and not restrict her movement. In contrast to her armor the hair that draped her shoulders was of an entirely different color. The snowy white locks flowing over her shoulder and extending partially down her back. Kiara spotted the wizard she was looking for almost immediately. Unlike her he didn't seem to have been drawing attention to himself. The white haired assassin moved over the mage's table slowly. Due to the volume of the crowd they fact that her feet still didn't make the slightest noise as she walked would have been lost on them. Maybe a few that were trained in the more stealthy arts of crime would notice but they would keep it to themselves. Her movements seemed to flow into one another as she closed on one of the chairs setting next to Eryss. This wasn't just another fighter that had entered the tavern. This was a predator. Anyone that had grown up in such a place would tell from her movements alone that she was well versed in the arts of killing. It didn't take long for the crowd to lose general interest in her and continue what they had been doing before she came in. Every once in a while she would catch one of them staring at her but they would avert their eyes when they caught her looking back at them. As Kiara sat her hands drifted to one of the two daggers that she had strapped to her thigh. She trusted Eryss well enough to believe he wouldn't try to harm her while allowing her this close to him. But you never knew when someone in a tavern might try to stick you if they thought you might have money they could take. Seemingly dismissing those around them she glanced over at the man beside her. "I didn't expect for you to be alone", she said. As always her voice was much softer then her body language would suggested. Her eyes darted to the chairs setting around the table before moving back to him. "I guess your expecting the others as well." OOCSorry I didn't mean for it to be so long but I had to make an entrance. The next one will be normal size

[Cade]

The six foot five half blood myrian savage entered the bar. His chest exposed, proudly showing Myri's mark he earned so many years back in Taloba. There were many scars that littered his chiselled body, all with a story and all giving him the air of dangerous. He was a barbaric warrior, not one born of honour but one that met combat with one goal, live or die. It was simple as that and Cade would do anything to survive battle. His mere existence this date is proof that he knows how to survive a fight.

Cade scanned the tavern intently, not just looking for Eyrss and the others, but potential threats and those that were focusing to hard on the mountain of a man. Paranoia was another reason the barbarian had survived to his twenty fifth birthrate and he planned to continue on, keeping with his precautious practices. He spotted his devilsh friend in the back, strategically seating at the table to the farthest back. The dark mage was by far more paranoid then himself, a aspect Cade didn't mind.

Eyrss was not alone for the beautiful white haired blade had beat the barbarian to him. Cade walked towards them, ordering a horn of mead from a barmaid before sitting down to Eyrss's right. He would make sure the empty chair closest to himself would stay empty for it was claimed by the farmgirl, Corinth, he had taken fancy to for the past few days. He looked over to the both of them, friend and acquaintance " Well, Another day of life that we get to breath. Lets toast to that when I have my mead" The Barbarian chuckled sarcastically in his deep myrain accent.

[Antar]

With a carefree demeanor Antar had ordered more water, and random mugs again as he made his way towards the table and room they were meant to meet in.

It was just him, whistling all the while as he glided through the crowds to pull up a chair. He nodded cordially to each person at the table, bowing his head slightly to gaze at each of them in turn a moment before he sat down. With a bit of a shrug he flashed a wide smile. "Hello there my friends, I'm glad to see we all at least survived to make it to this meeting here. Rough scrap the last one was. Don't you think?"

Drinking a bit of water to moisten his lips, Antar merely shrugged and smiled a bit more as he leaned back to take a glance at the ceiling for a few seconds. Just absently amused enough to continue waiting and wondering if others besides the mage, the femme fatale, and the barbarian might show up.

[Canali]

People were bustling around, shoving others in joyous and non-joyous ways. Rough, callused laughter echoed from certain groups, drawing dirty looks from others. Most of the consumers here were men, though an occasional woman who did not look like a whore appeared. Over all, if you were not selling self-products and good times, you resembled a deadly person. Most who were not bothered at all had an aura of danger around them.

Skittish and jumpy, Canali weaved her way between the races at the tavern. More than one unfriendly person shoved her shoulder as she passed, making her wince and duck away. Large eyes watched cautiously around her. A drunken fool made a comment along the lines of having Canali spend the night with him. He also insinuated how they could leave now, just so she wouldn't think about selling out on him. Disgust rose in Canali's thin throat, trying to suffocate her. Even though she understood how women could sell themselves just to survive, it seemed impossible to actually live on the inside if you were dying on the outside.

Scuttling away with a few mumbled apologies after bumping into people, Canali breathed a deep sigh of relief when she reached the bar. Tonight had been her father's birthday and even though he wasn't alive, Canali came out of her night hiding to celebrate as he had; with a mug of frothy beer and a few business deals. Though she had no plan on completing the latter, Nathan would have enjoyed seeing his daughter still celebrating her father. A light flutter of a sad smile tickled her lips as she met the bartender's eyes. "Just a mug of ale." Biting back the 'Thank you' she felt was necessary to tack on, Canali reminded herself that Sunberth Bars were not that polite.

Fingers barely fit around the condensing mug. Lifting the sweating drink to her lips, Canali bit back a grimace and silently toasted her father. 'Here's to you, dad.' The bitter taste chased the liquid down into her stomach, creating an internal fire. Keeping back a light cough and reminded of why she did not drink in the first place, Canali ran her tongue along her lips.

The mixture of bitter and sweet at the same time was refreshing. It didn't even hint at the warring fire that burned throats and watered eyes like a fountain. Furrowing her brows, Canali wondered what exactly made the mixture. Having not tested the waters of alcoholic beverages, Canali felt left in the dark and made a vow to further explore the taste. Water, for sure, and perhaps.. Honey? The ale did have a slight tangy feel to it, which helped the after-taste stick to the inside of throats.


A door shutting brought Canali out of her musings. Watching the man wander across the tavern with a sense of purpose, Canali could swear she recognized him. Frowning, her grey eyes ran over the group of which sat at the table. Curiosity edged at her, but instead of heading over, Canali watched them interact and simply took another sip of ale.

[Mok]

Mok was a bitter man, but he kept this fact well hidden. His troubling past was not a topic up for discussion with strangers, especially those in a tavern. To the absent minded guy, Mok was a normal enough looking human, but on further inspection one would notice the slew of Myrian tattoos that covered his arms. Mok was not particularly big or strong looking, but athletic and fierce. He walked on the balls of his feet with his chest out, like a proud tiger in the jungle. Mok was no ordinary human, but a half blood Myrian.

Hooded and cloaked, Mok approached the Pig’s Foot Tavern. He had gotten a tip that this night a Myrian could be found in this specific tavern. The young Mok did not expect much from meeting with this person, but he knew he couldn’t trust any random human. Mok would only trust the word of a Myrian.

Following behind a group of people, Mok entered the building quietly and out of view. The tavern was clouded with smoke and was full of different people. Quickly scanning his environment, Mok’s face was suddenly in disgust. The whole place was filthy; the air was putrid and it smelled terrible. "I need a drink,” Mok said under his breath as he quickly made over to the bar and sat next to a human woman who was looking the other way. Ordering a shot of strong alcohol, Mok leaned back against the bar and scanned the Tavern once again.

With his drink in hand Mok turned to the women next to him. The human was drinking a pint of ale and seemed young enough. Mok raised the shot to his lips and slowly drank it. As he did this, the young man stared into the eyes of the woman, saying not a word. Mok looked at every feature; her long brown hair, her soft beautiful skin, her moist lips. Mok’s eyes seemed dull in light he looked very eerie to her; his facial expression not hinting any emotion. There was no question that back in Taloba he would take this women to bed that very night, but he was not in Faylndar anymore. “Settle down you fool,” Mok said to himself as he got up from the bar without saying a word to the woman.

Mok ambled through the bar casually until he spotted the Myrian he was looking for. It was a rather large man with a Myri gnosis mark on his bare chest. Mok raised his hands to his mouth and whistled like a jungle bird. The Myrian immediately turned around and they made eye contact, “Cade?”

Red = Myrian
Bold = Common

[Corinth]

Day 2 Summer 511 AV Keeping her eyes down Corinth made you way through the crowded tavern. When she wanted to Corinth was pretty good at quickly weaving through a crowd without hitting anyone. She didn't want to be noticed and she didn't have to be. All Corinth wanted was to be next to Cade. He was all that made her feel safe anymore. Corinth caught sight of the blinding white hair when she first looked up. She knew it was Kiara, then she spotted Eryss and unmistakably found Cade. Corinth slipped in quietly in the empty seat next to Cade as the stranger spoke to him. She shifted eyes between the man and Cade then down to her hands. She didn't want to be a bother so she sat there quietly wondering if he even noticed her arrival.

[Bob Barton]

Bob passed through the doors from one of the private backroom of the tavern grinning from ear to ear. Behind him were a few other middle aged men which were groaning and moaning around the table they were playing dice on. Bob's grin widened at the scene and in a snide reply to them said "I guess the drinks are on you huh?" It may have taken him a few hours to end the game, but Bob knew that people always talk more especially under pressure just to keep their minds off their troubles.

Talking for a few hours really made Bob thirsty. But its better to be thirsty than having to pay for information he thought. The tavern really got more busy compared to those few hours back and Bob had to struggle through the crowd of people just for those few steps to the stool. There he called for some milk. With his size and his order, its no wonder some of the nearby customers chuckled thinking he was just another underaged kid at the tavern.

[Eryss Waldu]

[When Kiara arrived at the tavern first Eryss was mildly surprised. He didn’t see her enter from where he was sitting but as she moved through the crowds of the tavern towards his table he would be able to unmistakably recognize her. Interestingly he would turn his hand and gesture for her to join him on the left while the chair to his right remained open for Cade. Eryss not so much trusting Kiara as holding her in a somewhat higher regard than others; she was a skilled killer after all and he had need of such a talent close to him. Indeed, Eryss had many things worked out for this group which he would reveal when the time was right. Everyone would have a role to play.]

[Upon hearing her comments after he’d invited her to sit with him Eryss would let his gaze stray in her direction while answering her...

“Nor did I expect for you to be the first to sit at my table Kiara. Yes the others should be along shortly I’m sure of it. In fact I believe one of them has already arrived.”

...Cade was hard to miss in the crowd standing as tall as he did and Eryss would let his attention flicker back over to him when he appeared amongst the other patrons. With his hand he would motion for Cade to sit to his right before reaching for the water that he had been nursing for awhile now. Taking the goblet he’d raise it to his mouth and drink deeply before setting it back down, it was refreshing and revitalizing for him and where others might drink alcohol Eryss did not allow himself to indulge in that vice. Of course looking at him, wizened and bent, anyone looking at him might well get the picture that his constitution wouldn’t allow him to drink that often without causing his immune system to suffer quite the beating because of it.]

[Antar arrived just as Cade was proposing a toast once his mead arrived and it would soon after the call went out. A serving wench delivering a large tankard for the Myrian so that he wouldn’t have to wait that long. Eryss was looking at Antar after he took a seat, a carefree demeanour painted across the rogue such that it could be seen miles away, he chuckled a few times though the sound was quite twisted and not well put together it made the Wizard sound as though he were more deranged than he really was.]

[Everyone that was coming seemed to be there now. That was until Eryss saw Corinth weave her way through the crowds not long afterwards and his brows raised higher, he did not expect to see her but he deduced that she and Cade had grown much fonder which was her being here even though she was still so obviously out of place, though he noticed how Cade kept the chair next to him empty and was able to surmise why.]

[He was just about to begin when he saw a man he had no knowledge of, Mok, approach Cade and refer to him by name which must have meant the both of them had history together. Eryss had a poor grasp of the myrian language that he had learned via working with Cade but he knew enough to recognize the barbarians name when it was spoken and he asked outright...

“Friend of yours?”

...the question so obviously posed seeing as how if Cade gave the negative Eryss would likely wait for the man to leave, or be ejected, from their proximity before beginning. However if he was an acquaintance of Cade’s then he’d find that the last empty chair at the table was his to take and that Eryss would accommodate his presence by being a tad more amiable.]

[That was almost the end of it but stretching a hand out Eryss would catch the fore arm of the barmaid as she moved to leave after delivering mead and tell her...

“More water.”

...before releasing her, a noticeable rise of goosebumps lifting over her skin after skin contact had been made, and watching as she moved off towards the bar so that she could fetch what the Wizard had ordered. Always entertained with how these weak willed women ran off to once he dismissed them Eryss breathed and watched her noticing that a woman at the bar he was not familiar with was observing the group but saying nothing for now as he looked back at all of the others.]

[Now that he was fairly certain there would be relatively few further distractions Eryss raised his hand so that he could draw attention to himself before waiting so that Cade could make the toast that he had wanted to and then carrying on as he remarked from where he sat...

“Now that everyone coming is here I wish to congratulate you all on living further. Truly it makes me content to see that all of you lived despite the difficulties our last job together posed. Congratulations are not why we are all here though. We did work well together and I’m of the mind we could continue to do so here in Sunberth. There is vast opportunity here.”

...Eryss liked to leave the idea of riches in people’s minds as he found it was often one of the great motivators for everyone and from all walks of life. Sunberth was a wild and untamed city though where an organization could truly make a viable profit for itself. One need only look at the current groups in power to see that this was the truth.]

[Fallon Dawn]

Pushing open the doors to the tavern, Fallon was immediately greeted by the sight of rowdy men drinking and guffawing loudly. She gave them a small look of disdain before weaving her way through the crowd, trying to get to the bar. Finally reaching it, she sat down and waved the bartender over. “One mug of beer, please.” She told him. She knew the “please” wasn’t necessary, but she had been raised with manners. As she took a swig of her drink, she saw a flash of white in the corner of her eye. Curious, she turned around, scanning for the object. Her eyes landed on a woman with shockingly white hair talking with a group of men. The group had an aura of danger around them.

That should have warned her to stay away, but instead, Fallon's curiosity spiked and she got up from her place at the bar and walked over to a table near them, which she hoped wasn’t close enough to raise their alarms. She strained her ears to try to hear what was being said, subtly watching them from her peripheral vision. She heard one of the men congratulate them on still being alive after their last job and how they worked well together. Fallon's eyebrows furrowed a little in confusion. Were they some kind of gang?

She took another sip of her drink and glanced around before resuming her eavesdropping.