One of the bar maids brought over a tall frothy ale to Morvenns table. She thanked her and pulled out a small puch with coins, giving some over to pay for her drink. As the barmaid turned to leave she was grabbed by a man, obviously worse for wear with one too many ales. She struggled to get free of her lecherous assailant.
Morvenn debated wether or not to get involved, but her concience got the better of her as she stood over the man who now had the bar maid on his lap.
"I suggest you let the woman go." her accent had a hint of Scandinavian in it.

"Or else what" the man slurred back at her.

"Or else I'll remove both of your hands so you can't touch another living thing" Morvenns voice was cold and ruthless

The drunkard laughed and threw the bar maid off, stumbling up to his feet he tried to focus on Morvenn. Not noticing her reach swiftly past her cloak and bringing out her sword and putting the tip of it to his throat.

"Now..does this change your mind?"

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Arkain smiled as he watched the woman deal with the drunks.
"Quite brilliant... "
He eyed the woman as he sipped his wine.
"Quite delicious..." He murmered quietly.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Morvenn sheathed her sword quickly. The drunkard sat back down and quietly finished his drink. The bar maid hurried back to the bar, turning to give her a look of thanks.
A man at the bar, was watching Morvenn's every move. He had a strange, almost ethereal look to him. She politely acknowledged him with a nod and sat back down to her ale. Pulling her hood back over her face, she brought her staff closer to her. Just incase.

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Annalett went in her room now, so tired she didn't notice the racket behind her. She went into her room, and closed and locked the door.

"Finally I can take this cloak off," she murmered to herself, taking of the cloak, and laying it on a chair. Then she took her boots off, and put them beside the chair. She undid her belt and layed that down, with the sword in sheath and a purse on it, on the chair.

Annalett layed down on the bed, not bothering with the covers, and fell asleep almost instantly...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Isra looked at him determining weathere he was wother telling what he has.

" Well I have a good supply of mirriors. Alot of diffrent things for potions, like for witchs and people like that. Popular one is wolfbane and horse blood or was it cattle this time....Oh well I have something of the sort. I have clothes. I have shoes, staffs, weapons, pots, pans, gems, stonesand one other notable item among the less important ones you wouldnt be interested in. But I cant tell you bout the big ticket item."
He thought the man would get bored and leave with his call off of all his goods. Most did or stopped him when they heeard something they liked

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"Holmes is a little too scientific for my tastes -- it approaches to cold-bloodedness"

Name: Almar Maredac
Race: Half Elf
Age: 78
Job: Bard/Thief
Appearance: Black long hair, that reach his shoulders, a goatee, green eyes and pale skinned

Attire: black normal clothes with a hooded cloak, but underneath it he has a leather armor.
Weapons: 3 hidden throwing daggers, a short sword on his belt, which he wields with his right hand and a dagger, a small crossbow on his lap and it`s bolts in his cape. Yet he has some adept magica spells up in his sleeve that he likes to use every now and then all tough is no match to a real mage...

Other: very agile criminal who works as anything he can, sometimes as a bounty hunter, thief and so on, but usually he appears as a travelling bard who sing song and tells stories in inn`s in exhange for money or a sleeping place. Trained in various ways of fighting and is very exprienced killer, thief. Doesn`t really make friends anywhere and is a quiet lonely person..

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Almar had been in the room all the time telling some tales to few children and farmers that were gathered in a corner, he noticed a situation developing in the bar and grinned slightly. He hated it when people started fighting when they were drunk, they would only mess up the place and scare away all of those he spent time with all tough in the midst of fighting it was easy to steal people`s purses as their attention was away.

Almar finnished his latest tale and drank some beer, the listeners dispersed and Almar looked as someone sheated a sword yet the situation ceased. Almar smirked slightly and finnished his beer.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Within the next few moments, the Dead Marquessa was crowded with new patrons. Taran's fingers flexed and uncurled in silent annoyance; but the young mage's chiselled features remained expressionless as he quietly eyed the newcomers.

Strangers. Annoying pests.
That is- until they became useful allies...

He glanced up as a young woman slid into the seat next to him, tipping the ale she had ordered to her lips and downing it in a few breaths. Almost barely visibly- Taran arched a quizzical brow at her. From the looks of it, she was some sort of a mercenary. A traversing fighter, perhaps.
Taran caught the glance which another man- a pale, strange-looking figure- cast at the woman; his brow lifting higher and giving him a boyishly skeptical, almost rakish look.

The man seemed not to be of the same type as the usual drunk, pot-bellied, perverse patrons around her. Yet something about him disturbed Taran.

Taran let out a low, resigned whistle under his breath and stole another glance at the young warrioress, taking into note the fierce arch of her brow and her proud demeanour.

People. Could any other species be more interesting?

Morvenn finished the last of her tankard of ale, with one last satisfying gulp. She had been on the road for a few days, and the water was becoming a minor annoyance. The ale was good, she longed for another, but she knew she needed to keep her wits about her. She could still feel the enigmatic man at the bars gaze upon her. Under normal cirumstances she'd have made a challenge, but there was something about him that made her uneasy and reluctant to be forward.

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Annalett woke up not long after falling asleep. "oh man... what a nightmare." She murmered to herself. She got up, and went to a water basin in the corner of the room, and splashed some cold water on her face. Seeing that the logs in her fire place were still a good size, and not charcol, Annalett figured that she'd been asleep for only a short while, but now she didn't feel tired.

Thats what happens to me, she thought, After weaks of no rest, only five minutes of sleep can make me feel wide awake...

She put on her boots, belt, and cloak, but forgot to put the hood on to cover her eyes.

She walked out to the bar and ordered another glass of red wine. Her pupils glowed red in the light of the fire, but Annalett didn't care, she was still pondering about the dream she had...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

He nodded to the man.
"Yes yes, very good."
He slowly stood up and, taking his goblet, walked over to her and took a seat. Up close she seemed even stronger then from where he was sitting.
"My lady, can I buy you a drink?"

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Morvenn eyed him suspiciously, but did not object to him sitting at her table.
"I'll pass, thanks. I like to keep my senses sharp at all times."

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He smiled and sipped his wine.
"Indeed."
He ran his finger around the rim of the goblet.
"I must say you handled that situation very well. Tell me, where did you get such negotion skills?"

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Morvenn laughed a little
"Negotiation skills? I guess you could say I look out for the underdog."
Morvenn looked at the man curiously.
"What brings you over here anyway? To discuss my negotiating skills? Somehow I think not"

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Arkain smiled.
"I came here because I admired your skills my lady. You look fair yet have such strength. You interest me, to say the least."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Isra smiled at sucess. He didnt want to be bothered any more. His job called for him to learn new things at weird places and to get weird things.

But Isra didnt care. He just did this job so he could stay away from his old life.

A memory came back to him.

A girl was standing in a small crowded cabin holding a small baby. The girl looked at him tears in her eyes and held out the baby.
"Isra its....."

A crash pulled Isra out of his past.
A man had smashed his tankered on the the floor and the bar tender was fuming. Isra moved away from the bar and into a nice almost empty part of the room by the fire.
He sat down and pulled out a wooden flute , and started to play a song that sung a story of sorrow all around the fire place.
I sra closed his eyes as he played his sorrowful song.

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"Holmes is a little too scientific for my tastes -- it approaches to cold-bloodedness"

Morvenn pulled her hood back, and raised an quizzical eyebrow at him.
"What makes you think I'm interested in you? I came here to have a rest, a quiet drink and then be on my way. "

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