Red Sky

[luniis]

Luniis stared darkily at the men, such violence. His eyes narrowed slighty as he tapped on one of the large men's shoudlers.
He turned his head swiftly and the first thought that raced through Luniis mind was "this guy looks like a bulldog".
"Umm...That's not really nice and..."
In only took a few seconds as he saw the man's fist curving around the side of his rather large head that Luniis had to react. His weapon the full glass of ale.
Guess he would have his bar fight after all. A smile curving on his face as he saw the looks of shock going around him. Mabye if he threw a chair....
Back to the pressing matters...Like those rather angry looking men in front of him. His hat tipped up to show more of his face.
"...It's fine...He'll wake up soon and then we can laugh and laugh..."

[ameliakoupel]

Chetan ran down the alley way, pulling her hair back into a braid as she did so. She gave a loud curse as she dashed her way around the groups of bodies and boxes of cargo that were in her way. It was only the second week of working at the tavern, and she was late…again. Her job was to perform in the tavern. She was supposed to dance in order to tempt the men to stay. If they stayed, the tavern might get more money. But, in all honesty, she didn’t care about the job. All she cared about was finding information about finding a way to find her parents. She figured a tavern would be a good place to start.
When she was just about to round the corner of the tavern, a man flew out of the window. As she stared at the man, making sure he was alive, two other men pushed by her. A frown tugged at her lips. Hmm, let’s see…either help the man and face the wrath of my boss…or not help and get off with a warning…After only few seconds of pondering, she came to the cold conclusion that the man would have to fight his own battles. She turned on her heel and went inside.
She entered to see a bar fight. Chetan had witnessed a few before. She took no interest in it. Walking close to the wall; she finally made it behind the counter and spotted her boss lying on the floor. A loud roar of laughter escaped her lips from the sight. Ah, this was a sign of a good day. Her eyes fell on the new faces at the counter. “I see you’ve already helped yourself to some free drinks, eh?” she stated, pointing to a few empty mugs. “Unfortunately, nothing comes for free here…Let me ask you some questions, and then we’ll call it even.” Her eyes fell on every face at the counter, a sweet smile on her lips as she waited for an answer.

[royaleagleofthor]

Azzron gave Elysia a wink indicating he had no intention on not charging the men for their drinks. Returning to the bar with full glasses for then men Azzron scooped up the pouch of coin laid out to pay for the drinks.

Merely moments later the trio of men walked through the door closing in quickly on the one who sat down next to Elysia. The Drow simply raised an eyebrow and watched intently as the confrontation unfolded. Before he knew it Draven was being hurled through a window and since Azzron had already received their instructions on where to meet the man he decided to stay out of the whole mess.

“Wow, look at him fly,” blurted out Ignis.

“Shut up for a minute,” scolded Azzron.

The situation at hand was now quickly deteriorating as the small man Draven had purchased the drink for decided to stand up to the thugs. Soon enough Luniis was smashing his full glass of ale over one of their heads. What a waist of good alcohol thought Azzron. With a shrug of his shoulders the Drow went back to his drink, whatever was going on didn’t concern him and as long as that was the case he had no intention of getting involved.

Soon enough a young woman who apparently worked in the tavern wandered in behind the bar questioning those around her. At least seeing her boss laid out had put a smile on her face.

“You are right there is nothing for free in life,” Azzron was quick to respond, “and these drinks are the price your boss there has paid for his ignorant bigotry.”

The fight had now begun to spread, more and more of the taverns patrons joining the fray. Looking to Elysia with a devilish grin on his face Azzron gestured to the fight.

“Looks like I might get to bash some skulls in here if these kids don’t settle down.”

[BlackAngelYume]

Elysia nodded to Draven, taking her time with the ale she had. She smirked when Azzron gave her the response she was looking for, taking another drink from the mug to hide her face. It was when Draven set the pouch on the counter that she couldn’t control herself. With as fast as she could move normally, she must’ve looked like a blur when her hand shot out and snatched up the pouch of gold.

She had busied herself with counting the gold when all hell had apparently broken loose. She didn’t even notice the men until Draven went crashing through a window. Honestly, it wasn’t her worry for his well being that made her look up, more so the annoyance of the window breaking that caused her to loose count. Had it not been for this fact, she wouldn’t have noticed the other man smash a glass over one of Draven’s assailants heads, or the bar fight that broke out because of it.

In fact, she didn’t care much for the fight, or anything else happening for that matter. She went back to her counting, starting at the beginning once more. She was once again in the middle of counting, oblivious to the world around her when Chetan started talking. She heard the words, but didn’t bother to respond, she had more important things to deal with at the moment. It wasn’t until someone bumped into her and not only screwed up her concentration, but sent some of her gold to the floor that she moved. That was the final straw.

She spun on her stool and pulled out one of her crossbows and without even warning fired a bolt into the offending patron. Needless to say his body crashing to the floor made the place very quiet. She placed another bolt in the crossbow and readied it and with a quick movement of her left had pulled out her second, aiming it at the apparent leader of Draven’s assailants.

“Now, if you boys don’t mind, I have some important things I need to be doing and you’re bugging me, so I suggest you all shut up and go back to whatever you were doing before I shoot every last one of you.”

“And as for you,” she said, looking to the short, fat man, “I suggest you take your ogre and leave… and if you value your life, you’ll leave the man you tossed out the window alone.”

She didn’t need to talk twice for the patrons to hear her loud and clear. Most of them chose to just leave, the friends of the now dead man dragging their buddy out the door. Elysia turned back to the counter, picking up her gold that had fallen to the floor and putting all of it back into the pouch.

She looked to Azzron, “Sorry I may have spoiled your fun, but they were irritating me.”

She then looked to Chetan, “And what the hell do you want?”

[mysterious]

Draven just laid on the ground half laughing to himself as he listen to what was taking place inside. His usual smug grin across his face as his body rolled in the glass.

Facing the bar as all seemed to go silent. Glancing up just managing to catch the last of what was happening inside the tavern. Slightly impressed as his attackers hurried out of the tavern just glancing at Draven. The short fat man pointing at him.

"This isn't over." was all he offered before disappearing. Draven just simply laid there for a long while before walking back inside. As he came into the door he shook his head letting the rest of the glass fall out of his hair.

The smirk still on his face as he hopped up onto the bar beside Elysia. Noticing before her quick hands when it came to the gold. Glancing back he reached under the bar and pulled up the first bottle of wine he could find. Pulling the cork out with his teeth Draven didn't hesitate to take a long drink.

"You cerntiantly have a way with people My Lady." Draven said with half a laugh.

"And with that lust for gold I think you would make an even better thief then I." He joked again the only voice really in the place everyone else still seemed to hold the silence.

[ameliakoupel]

Chetan gave Azzron a warm a smile and nodded her head. “Good point.” She stated, pouring herself a drink. This was fairly large mistake on her part. Now, I’m not sure if everyone understands why it is not a clever idea to let genies have such drinks. You see, their immune system is not like most. They rely on their magic to heal those nasty cuts and bruises. So, when they drink, the body becomes slightly confused, it can take from hours to days to get even a small sip of alcohol out of their system. So, basically, genies get way to drunk way too fast.
So, this is probably why Chetan gave a large smile when Elysia asked her ‘what the hell she wanted’. Pausing to look at her half empty glass she leaned an arm on the counter. “I just want to know if you have seen anybody that looks like me. You know, similar clothing, skin, or eyes….Except for the ears, though. I think who I’m looking for might have pointy ears.” She stated, pulling back the top of her ears to make them look pointy.
A confused look flashed over her face as she wondered if her description was a good one. “Hold on.” She mumbled, swaying slightly. “I found an easier way…Have you seen any genies?” Her voice now was slightly louder, but when she leaned in a little more her voice was barely a whisper. “’Cuz, you know, I’m one too."

[royaleagleofthor]

Azzron’s gaze followed the flight of the crossbow bolt as it sliced into the chest of its target taking note of the vacant expression of its victim, the sucker never saw it coming before his lifeless body crumbled to the floor.

“I’d say all things considered it’s not my fun you ruined,” remarked Azzron with a smirk.

Having been already more than sufficiently annoyed with all the chaos that this Draven character had attracted the Drow whirred into motion. With a single swift arc of his arm Azzron had Ignis drawn and rested a few inches from Draven’s neck taking care to keep it close enough for the man to feel the heat of the magical fires the sword produced.

Azzron’s calm voice helping to mask the rage in his eyes, “If you plan to be nothing but problems for us you’d best be honest about it.”

“Why not give him the old slash and burn now boss,” hissed Ignis hungry for blood.

“We’ve already trashed the place enough Ignis,” countered Tempest, “Master Azzron can dispose of him later if he’s a problem.”

“Yes I think that’s exactly what I’ll do, I’ll be watching you little man,” warned Azzron shaking Ignis at him to hammer the point home before sheathing the sword.

Azzron turned back to Elysia, “Lets get outta here before the body starts to stink.”

[mysterious]

Draven was in mid drink when he felt the blade that was intended on threatening him. The smirk never once leaving his face as he listened to Azzron's words.

"I myself am no trouble." Draven remarked taking another drink as if not even frightened of the blade. "It just seems to follow me like a hungry hound." He commented again sarcastically.

Azzron was the type of person Draven liked to toy with. Which was foolish and usually landed Draven into trouble but that was the thrill of it. As the sword was withdrawn from his neck Draven jumped down from the bar taking a few last drinks from the bottle before placing it down. Smirking at Azzron he spoke again.

"And you are going to threaten someone you really should be more aware of what they are doing." Speaking as he tossed Azzron money pouch back to him. "Next time I just might not give it back." Draven joked again to the drow.

[royaleagleofthor]

As Azzron rounded the corner of the bar, Draven tossed the sack of coins at him.

Snagging the projectile easily the Drow glared back with a hateful gaze, “Thanks for the lesson @$$hole, next time I’ll just relieve your shoulders from the burden of your head.”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about boss, why wait, ” hissed Ignis.

“He’s not worth the effort,” challenged Tempest.

“Silence,” bellowed Azzron, “This one will learn his place quickly.”

“In due time I will taste your blood,” taunted Ignis.

“Enough,” roared Azzron banging the pommels of the swords which remarkably resembled faces together.

Gently brushing his fingers across Elysia’s back as he walked past, “We leave now, bring your friend with us Elysia,” pausing to give Draven the stare of death, “You lead,” commanded Azzron pressing the point of Tempest into the mans back.

[BlackAngelYume]

Elysia looked to Draven with a smirk on her face, “You have no idea.”

But, she wasn’t about to tell him she was the daughter of a famous pirate and well on her way to completely outdoing him. She was already infamous in more distant lands; she just needed the name “Captain Redriver” to be associated with her instead of her wretched father.

She was in the process of securing her recent addition to her wealth to her belt under the sash she wore at her waist when Chetan asked her question. She paid only half attention, lacing the various safety precautions to the bag of coins. Spending her life with pirates had taught her to keep her money as secure as possible, which is why most of it was in a bank. It wasn’t until Chetan said she was a genie that Elysia looked up at her, a smile starting to form on her lips. It wasn’t one of those friendly smiles, more like the smile you see on a child with a new toy.

“Why… I think I may have… it was pretty far away, though… so if you want to find one your best bet would be to come with me and my crew.”

Having a genie around could be ridiculously helpful to her. She just needed to figure out how to use it to her advantage.

She went back to securing her purse while Azzron spoke to Draven. It wasn’t until she heard the sound of shifting coins and looked up to see Azzron’s money pouch land in his hand that she chuckled. Before going back to what she was doing. She’d finished up when Azzron ordered them to leave.

Looking at him with a glare that could kill a lesser man, she growled, “I’m the captain here, I give the orders.”

She stood, “And I was finished here anyways. Come now, take us to your friends.” She looked to Draven with the last thing she said, then back to Chetan, motioning for the genie to follow.