Deserted Hell

[Ashemir Draemis]

1.) Pretty much open to whoever wants to join.

2.) Go in order, but 2 days is your turn's cut off limit. Then we're going to plug along without you.

3.) Be awesome.

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The first night of being removed from his home, and Ashemir wasn't sure whether to still be angry or just feel depressed. All he could do was assure himself that Seriah would help the situation. But what would he do even if Seriah did help? It wasn't as though he'd feel safe enough to move back into his home without the warlord's presence. What if Valmar attacked him again and finished what he started? No one would be the wiser; vampires could disappear on account of wereanimals at the drop of a hat if they weren't careful.

At least the lost portion of his hair was unnoticeable. Otherwise he'd have to do something drastic... like.. oh, he didn't know. Kill himself.

The long-haired blonde pushed the door to The Mountain Goat open and drifted wearily inside. Only the very drunk and travelers prepared to spend the night were in the dingy tavern, and Ashemir wrinkled his nose. The place smelled heinous to him, like sweat and grease and beer. He himself was wearing the scent of apples, to mask his vampiric smell. Making his way to a small table, he practically threw his bags on the table and sat down, looking at the grains in the wooden table as he brooded and seethed on the inside.

[Analisia Moonbright]

Analisia looked over as the doors opened to the tavern that she was in tonight. She watched as what looked like a woman entered the tavern, then she noticed the fact that it was actually a guy and laughed aloud. Shaking her head, she turned back to her drink, Ale as per the normal. She was drowning the horrid smells of this place with the alcohol, but her nose was almost constantly crinkled up anyways.

When the blonde threw down his bag, she turned to look at him again. Wondering what could affect the man, so she kept hoping, otherwise it was one ugly woman, so much. Sighing, she tried to ignore him.

Her cloak was already off and thrown to the ground, her long hair falling around her face as she focused on her pint of ale. It was only her second, but she could feel the buzz flowing over her and loosening her up.

[Markus Selder]

Mark poked his head into The Mountain Goat and cringed. Some things just didn’t change, no matter how long you spent away from home. Unfortunately, the smell of Tiaelde’s only bar was undynamic. Shame it was the only place he could stay at for the night.

He walked in carefully, trying not to draw attention to himself. Fortunately, the scattered patrons seemed more focused on something else. Furthermore, there seemed to be a few women around tonight, two in particular who looked like travelers. There was one tall, dark-haired woman drinking at her own table, and a blonde sitting by a table that smelled like an orchard for some reason (apple cider overdose, perhaps). On second glance, the latter looked a little more male than his hair implied. (That probably wouldn’t be a good thing to bring up in conversation.)

Shuffling his way to the counter, Markus passed by both tables, trying not to stare but stealing glances when he could, especially at the apple-table. He politely asked to stay the night, exchanged coin for key, then turned back to the tables. He couldn’t contain his curiosity; he didn’t dare risk chatting with the blonde (she didn’t look to be in the best of moods), but the other woman sat alone, and looked slightly more amiable. If he was lucky, maybe he could find a travel companion so he wouldn’t leave Tiaelde on his own.

Nervously, he dragged his feet over to her table, locking his eyes on the chair in front of her and wringing the room key in his hands. “...Excuse me,” he said softly. “Would you mind if I sat here?”

[Travis Huntman]

Travis wasn't sure if he should be happy that he was back home. It was a sure lot better than being trapped in Cados, forced to pay a debt to man with a questionable past. But, his hometown always gave him the creeps. It was the sea of bad memories for the ranger; it's another reason why Travis perfered to travel a lot.

So far, his quest to find the elusive assassin hasn't been going anywhere. Because of the lack of bearing, the only place that it seem he might find help would be the Mountain Goat. Usually filled with men that hide in the shadow, it's usually a great source for 'rumors' and criminal dealings. He had some expectations when he stepped foot into the tavern.

It had your typical gloomy scene that you find in most bars: drunks drowning in beer, women selling themselves for money, and the chatter or two about current issues. However, along the bar patrons was a familar face: Ashemir. Even though they met for a short time in Cados, the blonde-head man, who looked like a woman, was recogizible to the ranger. Somehow, he didn't picture the snoby male with the gender misidenification disorder in the bar, but something was really trouble his mind, especially since it seemed he was beaten to a pulp by someone. The ranger thought he might of suduced the wrong drunk and gotten his ass kicked.

Then again, the ranger thought to himself it was wrong to joke about such things. After, even though he was a snobbish person, it wrong to mock someone who wasn't having a good day. So, in hopes of being a good person, he figured he'll talk to the blonde.

"So, I see you're not having a good day," stated Travis as he took a seat in front of him, "Do you care to explain why you aren't looking so pretty today?"

[Ashemir Draemis]

At the sound of laughter, Ashemir threw a glare in its direction. Just some person that didn't know when to keep their mouth shut. He could think of one other person that fit that bill, but if all went well he would't open his big trap. Ashemir rested his battleaxe against the side of the chair, minding the aged blood on his clothes as he did so. Resting his elbows on the table, he laced his fingers through his bangs with the clinking of chain as he exhaled a pent breath and closed his eyes.

Then he heard a familiar voice and opened his eyes again, looking across to see that Travis had taken the liberty of sitting across from him. Just about anyone else and the blonde would have told them to get the fuck out of his face, but Travis certainly wasn't bad-looking, so Ashemir would tolerate him. Albeit, his tolerance was still very short.

"I wrapped a chain around the neck of someone who didn't appreciate it in the slightest," he answered bitterly. The hell Travis of all people was going to get the full story. "I thought you were staying in Cados."

[Analisia Moonbright]

Analisia looked up at what seemed like a young boy and smiled gently. "Of course you can sit here. I dont mind in the least. Please feel free." She smiles again and then takes a drink from her mug. Wondering if the kid minded her drinking. It probably wasnt a good idea, but she didnt really mind. "Why are you traveling alone? Do you live here? A tavern isnt really the best place for one so young..."

She looked him over for a moment, then looked around to see if anyone was there that might be attached to the little one. Instead seeing Travis of all people, and talking to the blonde. Her smile turned into a smirk and she shook her head, turning to look back at the seat in front of her. Waving one hand at the young sir in front of her, she didnt repeat her offer for him to sit down.

[Markus Selder]

Markus smiled and sat; obviously he had chosen to sit next to the right person. (And unless his ears lied, the blonde had recently tried to loop a chain around someone’s neck. Even more proof that he’d chosen the right table.) “Thank you,” he said, swinging his feet underneath the table and giving his feet a break from walking.

“I’ll be fine,” he replied, waving aside her worries on his being alone. He’d heard such questions plenty of times. “I always travel with someone else, and towns are usually quite safe.”

Her gaze slipped over his shoulder, and he turned around to glance briefly at the blonde and the other man who’d joined that table. He only stared for an instant before turning back to the woman. “Do you know them?” he asked.

[Travis Huntman]

"Change of plans," answered the ranger, "someone payed off my debt and now I'm back at my job." While he could tell Ashemir wasn't much pleased with his appearance, the ranger knew he would pull a fit if he abandoned him. So, he figured to just to continue to speak with him.

However, across the table, he saw Analisia, with her was a small child, must of been nine. Why was a child so young doing in a tavern was beyond him, but it was quite awkward that he had met her twice at two bars? Furthermore, she was smirking at him. She was quite a tease but was she thinking of. Was she thinking that we were friends, or worse, more than that? Hell, why did all the sudden he cared for what she thought? This thinking made the ranger space out, forgetting about the blonde sitting in front of him.

In order to get back to attention, the ranger asked, "So, what made you strangle a person with chains?"

[Ashemir Draemis]

He followed Travis' gaze to the other table, where the laugher was sitting. What, she knew him or something? Travis seemed like the sort of person that got around.... And with her was a very young boy. He didn't look like he was hers... so what was he doing at a bar in Tiaelde of all places? Ashemir figured that he should just settle back on the fact that the world was a very strange place.

And who the hell paid off other people's debt? Some poor bastard that was probably sorry for the decision, Ashemir thought. Now Travis was back doing... wait. "What do you even DO anyway?" he asked.

Ashemir frowned when Travis pressed his questions, but he figured that if he didn't answer, a worse opinion would be made of him. "Someone cornered me where I lived with the intent to harm me, and I wasn't about to take that lying down," he growled.

[Analisia Moonbright]

Analisia caught both of their gazes, but ignored them. Seeing the 'mans' face confirmed the fact that he wasnt female, not that she really cared. She was just curious. Turning back to face the boy in front of her, she laughed softly. "Yes, I know the brunette. Dont know the Blonde, but I figure that I will before the end of the night." She chuckles again. "By the way, my name is Analisia." Keeping her eyes away from Travis studiously, she finished off her pint of ale and sets it off to the side of the table. "Did you want anything to drink? Cider perhaps?"

Her instincts were kicking in, and at the worst possible moment as per usual. She really didnt mind, but it could be awkward to try watching over every kid that stumbled in her path.

[Markus Selder]

“Ah,” Mark said simply, still twirling the key between his fingers. He kept his ears open to the conversation at the other table, just out of curiosity. He wasn’t as interested in the woman’s acquaintance as he was the blond, but curiosity refused to sit down. “Well, my name is Markus. A pleasure to meet you.”

Once Analasia brought up the word ‘cider,’ Markus immediately nodded. The smell of apples from the other table had gotten to him, and his mind had made a connection. “That would be nice, thank you.” As quickly as he had agreed, he dug into his pocket for a few coins, trying to find enough for a cider in case she, like some had before, tried to assume that he wasn’t old enough to pay for his own drink. “How much does an apple cider cost here?”

[Travis Huntman]

"That's awful," replied the ranger, "Whoever did that to you is scum? Nah, that's too much of understatement. You could think of a better word." He gave a stroke of his beard. "Well, if you want to know my job, it deals taking caring crooks that break the law...ok, well I'm a bounty hunter, and I know it doesn't sound glamorous, but I like to think that I am making some sort of difference."

He checked back at Analisia, only to see that she wasn't google-eying him. He figured it was a nice thing, finally she stopped staring at him. But then again, he felt some desperation.

"So, have you reported the guy? If you haven't, I'll be glad to care of the crook myself?"

[Ashemir Draemis]

"Hah," Ashemir sounded. "Scum is close.... I'd say a degenerate." When Travis began talking about his occupation, the blonde kept his expression blank, although on the inside he was kicking himself on the inside. Dammit, the last thing he wanted was some self-righteous human poking around into vampires' affairs. "I'm in the middle of reporting him," Ashemir said. "The situation is... complicated. Bringing a newcomer into it would be more of a hindrance. Besides, there are people in more need of help than I."

Travis' attention seemed to be split throughout the conversation, and Ashemir quirked a brow as he looked back to the woman, who, after a good second of eavesdropping, named herself Analisia. The bounty hunter looked a little strained, there...

[Zephyr Strife]

After dealing with the drunken human from that morning, Zephyr had come into town to find herself a meal. Which she had, behind a couple quiet houses. People were so predictable. She'd found a place for the bodies and had approached the tavern after the scent (hidden almost completely in an apple smell) of another vampire. She was certain she knew who was within and she turned her eyes in his direction when she entered the Mountain Goat, noting that he wasn't alone. Her tight outfit stood out, as she lacked a cloak this evening, and she looked like a short, defenseless young lady, with an air of 'leave me the fuck alone' around her. She plopped down beside Ashemir with a wicked smile and raised a brow, curious as to why he looked so bedraggled and worn. For the moment, she ignored Travis; he was a human and of no interest to her.
"What's your problem, huh?" she asked, poking his leg with the tip of her boot beneath the table. "Looks like someone kicked your ass. And is that a shorter patch of hair I see?"
She giggled madly, as if she were enjoying her taunt, prepared for the onslaught of angry insults and yelled words she hoped would come after.

[Analisia Moonbright]

Analisia saw the boy fishing for coins and didnt object, if he wanted to pay for it himself he could. She waved over one of the waitresses, looking impatient enough that the woman hurried. "Can I get a cider for the little sir and a glass of wine for me?" She waited for the waitress to nod her head and then looked at Markus. "It is only a few coins here, and I dont know if it tastes good or not truly."

In the corner of her eye, she saw the blonde look at her. Trying to be inconspicuous, she scented the air, just as another woman walked into the room. One that didnt smell of apples. When she caught the young ladies' smell she turned around completely, her nose twitching from the strong scent of the vampire. Especially when it was so close to her. Biting back a growl, Analisia forced herself to turn around and calm down. She couldn't get into a fight tonight. Especially with the kid at her table.

"Why dont you go ahead and ask the tender how much a cider costs, as far as I know he is a friendly enough man," she suggests politely to Markus, trying to find a reason to get him out of what would probably turn into a fight if the vampire's caught her own scent.