A few days after the opening of the Ferravale tavern, and the Cheiftain's daughter is threatened....awesome. *not
ICly, this happened a few days after the opening of the tavern. :)
Belindo the cool-yet-creepy monitor lizard. Blisa the cat and Ferdinand the ferret. Darkwatcher the fox mercenary dude.
FV:Tavern
Outside a sign swings on a rusty creaking frame above the doorway of the tavern depicting a faded painting of what appears to be three rather rich looking skeletons slumped over a table around a black chalice, perhaps such a thing could be taken as a warning but it doesn't appear to work on the locals. The noise within on a normal day is usually heard before the door is even opened and only rises in volume when one actually steps inside.
There are the typical qualities of a tavern within, from the bar to the chairs and booths and the odd drunk who never seems to move it's the little details which encourage a patron to pay his tab if he likes his fingers. One look at some of the staff or customers might give the impression but the room is decorated to the fiercer tastes with bones, mostly skulls cropping up here and there to fill a gap on a shelf or decorating the walls above the doorways, fireplace and bar, a pair of axes joining the one over the fire with some signs that they've been yanked off to join in a fight a couple of times. Some of the comfier chairs are lined with fur and very rarely one might be found with a few pointed bits of bone to decorate the back. Despite the looks there is entertainment and fun to be had, some form of music usually played on a small stage in the corner and at least one bouncer usually tries to keep the peace while beasts gamble, drink and be merry.
A small door behind the bar leads out the back to the kitchen and cellars while one wall has been opened up in a wide arch to increase the space off into the next room where what seems to be a wooden fence with gates on either end has been set up as a fighting pit as further entertainment and something to bet over.
Exits: [UP] Stairs, [K]itchen, [F]ighting [P]it, [Out]
The door to the tavern is open and in comes the monitor Belindo, his tail moves back and forth as he seeks out a quiet booth to sit in, he finds one and walks over, his claws clicking on the floor as he walks, he sits down slowly and looks to seee whom is around before ordering an ale.
Blisa is sitting in a booth, drawing, oblivious to what's going on around her. Her bodyguard, the ferret Ferdinand, is sitting beside her, watching the creatures in the tavern with alert golden eyes. He takes his job very seriously. He watches the monitor lizard, decides that, at least temporarily, he is not a threat, and turns back to watching the room.
Belindo looks over at the kitten and ferret but doesn't say anything as his ale comes, he takes a long drink from the ale and wipes his mouth clean with his tunic sleeve.
Ferdinand glances back at the monitor lizard and can't help but notice that he's staring at the ferret and his charge. He decides to be nice for starters, and smiles slightly, nodding.
Belindo stands as he finishes his ale, "Hellozzzzzzzz to you zzzzir. Why izzz a kitten with ya?"
Darkwatcher walks in, strides up to the bar, and, like recently, begins cleaning a dagger, humming to himself. /Rose tattoo, in a rose tattoo, I got yer name written here in a rose tattoo,/ he thinks to himself.
Ferdinand smiles politely. "I'm her bodyguard. Her father ith very wealthy." He's decided against saying that Blisa's father is none other than the Cheiftain of Ferravale. It's not important just yet. "I'm Ferdinand, by the way."
Belindo says, "I am Belindo izzzzzz the forge beast in Ferravale, izzzz nice to meet you""
Darkwatcher glances up, shrugs, and resumes cleaning his dagger. Wish the tavern was open...
Ferdinand nods. "Good to meet you, too, Belindo." He smiles slightly at the fox over at the bar, then glances back around the room. That drunk over there is starting to creep him out....he just keeps....staring....
The door opens to reveal Fargo the weasel. Despite all the hard work he has put into helping out with village repairs the young weasel has a considerable amount of bulk yet to work off. He nods politely to each patron as he enters. Fargo sits down at the bar and gestures for the bar keep.
Darkwatcher smiles behind his mask to Ferdinand and glances at Fargo, cool grey eyes taking in the weasel's appearance.
Ferdinand shifts nervously as the drunk fox over in the corner stands weavingly, glaring at him. Blisa looks up and gulps as he staggers over and leers over them. "Hey, shtoopid furret, wher'ed you get that thar kitten, eh? 'Ow....'ow, much ya want?"
Darkwatcher rises to his feet swiftly and stalks up behind the drunk fox, drawing a dagger in each hand and stuffing the rag in his quiver. "Your life," he hisses, "unless you leave her alone." He speaks in a cold, flat, dead tone.
Fargo can't help but notice the situation going on around them. He laughs nervously, "I always come into the wrong end of all conversations..." he gets up from his seat and backs away a bit, "Don't mind me...just, staying out of the way here..."
Blisa sobs slightly and hides her face in the seat as Ferdinand stands, drawing his sabre and holding the tip right under the drunkards' chin. "Indeed. Back off." The drunk fox sneers and draws 2 hideous knives, backing away from the mercenary and the bodyguard. "Make me. I *hic* needa slave, an'...an' that one'll do."
"Should I gut him?" Darkwatcher asks Ferdinand in an undertone as he rests the point of his dagger against the drunkard's back.
Fargo sighs deeply. He has no desire to see anyone die nor does he want to be drawn into a fight. Standing behind the drunken fox dolt he is however in the oppertune time to end this quickly. Approaching from behind the fox he grabs a stool from the bar and raises it high like a club, bringing it down against the back of his head.
The drunk has stepped back from the mercenary, so gets smacked full on the back of his head. But, his skull is so stinkin' thick, it just makes him angry. He turns and slices at Fargo's arm. Ferdinand takes this opportunity to attack, swinging his sabre. Blisa peeks, hoping that her bodyguard will win.
Darkwatcher spins quickly, sweeping the drunk's legs out from under him and as he's knocked down, he points the tip of his dagger at the drunk's throat. "Give it up or die," he says flatly.
Fargo meeps as his arm is cut open. He takes two steps backward to clutch at wound and cursing loudly. By the time he looks up the fox is already pinned to the ground.
Ferdinand is all ready to kill the fox, but he is knocked unconscious by the mercenary slamming him to the floor. The ferret relaxes and sheaths his sword as Blisa hugs him tightly. "I wanna go home now. Can we, please?" He nods and takes a hold of her paw. "I'm thorry....we need to get home. I'll tell thome guardth to drag him to the infirm. Good day."
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