Sunset Dawning

[Rethen Kel'Sviet]

Rethen had watched the bar fight with passing interest at best. Dwarves were hardly known for their even tempers when sober, let alone when intoxicated. That there hadn't been something set on fire was a miracle. Violet eyes flashed at the sound of the pop. Dwarves may not pick up on the subtleties of a blink spell, but trained trackers would.

And then there was the faint after smell of brimstone.

"Imp..." he grumbled, taking a sip from his frothy tankard. Throwing a few coins onto the bar, he stood and waded through the milling group of tiny angry people. He started yelling curses with the best of the drinkers, as he buffeted his way through the bar, dodging barstools and tankards as they sailed past. He ducked behind the tallest figure in the room.

"Hi there big boy!" he yelled over the din, peering around the tall man at the mass of angry. "So tell me big man of the white hair, think you can throw me out of the room? I'd rather not like to get crushed!"

[Caine Faerin]

There's a loud popping sound somewhere in the vicinity of greatest disturbance, and things quickly start to cool down.

I start picking up furniture and setting chairs upright. I don't much care for the whole bar brawl thing, really, so I'm glad it's over.

It takes a few minutes to get everything picked up, cleaned up, and sorted out, but it's done. I weave my way through the now reasonably thinned crowd and back to the stairs. I stop as I come up to a taller form wearing a brown and gold cloak.

Must be one of the other travelers. Since he came from the stairs, I'm guessing he's the one who caught Tino's eye.

"Hello. Sure is unusual to have so many people here. I'm Caine." I hold out my hand, hoping that whoever it is doesn't think I'm threatening.

I really don't try to threaten...

((OOC: Ugh, after noon and I'm still not really awake! Sorry there's not too much substance in this post...))

[Casidaen]

Casidaen had made his way calmly the the bar where the commotion was. He didn't sight the iko who started it in the first place, since he had managed to escape by a small spell. He quietly sighed, getting ready to clean up any wounded dwarf as they were still yelling and fighting each other in a drunken mess.

"So tell me big man of the white hair, think you can throw me out of the room? I'd rather not like to get crushed!"

(((Rethen's part is edited by God ;D)))

He glanced at a small elf who was using Casidaen's large size to hide behind. He glanced at the door that was nearly across from him and he gave a little frown. "Are you sure you can land? It's a pretty far throw.." he said hesitantly already not approving of this idea.

"Ah, nevermind that. I have a better idea. Climb onto my back, and I shall walk you through this tumble." It seemed logical in his mind and he didn't really care for healing a broken foot if the elf happened to land wrong.

[Rethen Kel'Sviet]

Rethen smiled up at the taller elf, amusement flashing through his eyes.

"You may be a bit too kind for your own good sir," the boy replied, watching as the patrons mostly returned to their lagers and tankards. "I forget how rowdy this place can be some times..." he mumbled.

Violet eyes flashed and he looked shocked for a moment.

"But where are my manners!" he cried out. Leaping back and striking a pose, he bowed with a flourish. "Oh champion of the barroom brawl, protector of the meek, I am Rethen Kel'Sviet, humble entrepreneur." He smiled again, the cheek and innocence shining through.

"And to whom do I owe my thanks at the protection and the offer of safe passage through this sea of angry little rock-dwellers?" He giggled at the half hearted insults thrown at him from the surrounding dwarves.

[Tino]

"Ye hare boy!"

Tino's ears twitched.

"Ya got ne more me rum?!"

"No, sir. Maybe if you sit down a bit I could get you some," he cooed as he patiently checked over the drunken dwarf for furthur injuries.

The dwarf complied.

"Naw where's me rum?!"

"Just one moment." Tino left the old dwarf, grabbed a beer glass and filled it to a quarter with clear water. He reached to the right of his waist beneath his cloak and snapped a small bottle off the belt. Removing the glass cork, he then poured a little of the brown powder into the glass.

"Here you go, sir."

The dwarf took a gulp.

"Bah!! What is this?! Water!?"

Tino smiled, "'Tis rum, sir. You must have been drinking too much!" He patted at the old dwarf's newly bandaged arm. There, that should do for the large bruise.

He watched his patient stumble to rest against a table while demanding more rum and then looked around. More bandages, he thought.

He left singly from the bar and into the lobby, up the stairs and into his room. Leaving his door half-open, he searched his drawers where he stores his backup supplies. Taking three rolls of new bandages with him, he turned around to leave --- and froze.

Something isn't right.

Tino slowly turned around to examine his room, wondering what caught his mind, and stopped to face the still-shut bathroom door.

He was sure he left the door open when he last left.

[Casidaen]

"Kindness?" He echoed in a whisper. "I suppose it comes with being a healer." His eyes twinkle as he watches the animated fellow bow and introduces himself. Casidaen takes a chance to pick up the imp carefully and place him on his shoulders.

"I am Casidaen Erjwe, wandering healer from the Canniven tribe, Loluit. And now, apparently, I'm protector of the meek as well," he chuckles as he starts walking. They make their way across the room safely. Most of the dwarves back off slowly, after seeing how very big the elf was.

He lays Rethen down softly on the ground, happy to have made it through. Doesn't really say much more, self-conscious that he'll say something and mess up. He clears his throat, "Well.. I should.." He points somewhere behind him, trying to say, "Go back there and see how the others are putting up" but it doesn't quite come out, and he blinks.

[Rethen Kel'Sviet]

"Thank you for the ride Mr. Erjwe!" Rethen replied happily, sitting comfortably on the floor and peering even further up at the tall individual. He smiled. "You need not worry about such a tiny forest elf as myself sir!" He stands and peers back at the mess in the bar.

"A healer you say?" he asks softly, eyes narrowing in calculation. "There are quite a few people with bumps and bruises and worse." He smiles and looks up at the dark elf. "Is there any way I can help? My friends here do tend to get rowdy, but I do so like to take care of them."

He dodged a flying tankard that sailed through the open door and shook his head. He turned to look at the quiet elf and cocked his head curiously. "Mr. Erjwe? Are you well yourself?"

[Casidaen]

He shook his head at the little elf beside him. "I'm fine," he replied honestly. There wasn't much to heal except for small cuts and a few bruises, but there was a big mess of broken bar stools and glass. "Why don't you help out Tedis and get a broom and a pan. There's much cleaning up to do."

Casidaen unlatched his cloak and took it off with one hand. He rested it on armchair and began tying up his hair. He figured it was about time to cut the nuisance, but he could never scrape up enough money for it. Besides, food and drink were much more important than hair. After pulling his silky hair into a high ponytail, the man brushed aside some stray bangs and clapped his hands together.

The dark elf headed first to an unconscious dwarf and checked his head to see if he had hit it on anything. It looked like someone had punched him in the cheek and it was beginning to swell up. He sighed and let some magic flow to his finger tips. They flowed a happy green and he placed them gently on the poor fellow's face. The redness diminished the his cheek puffed down naturally, and Casidaen smiled at a job well done.

Only twenty more to go, he thought.

[Alaric]

"Jince.. No action?" Alaric whispered under his breath.
The dwarves at this moment were just pushing and shoving each other while babbling curse words. The high elfs services wasn't needed. He scanned the room and saw that the 'fight' caused quite a mess. Shards of glass and liquor were spread out on the floor. The party he saw earlier was starting to help clean out the place and the dark elf was bandaging the injured dwarves.

Out of nowhere, the dragonette he saw earlier walked towards him and introduced himself.

"Hello. Sure is unusual to have so many people here. I'm Caine."

He held out his hand for Alaric to take, but Alaric just stared at it for a few moments. "Yes, it is unusual. Your party is actually quite odd too.." his voice trailed away. "I'm Alaric" he let out a small smile.

Might as well be friendly..

"Well, will you excuse me, I have some business to attend to."

Alaric eyed the place looking for the er hoc earlier, he wanted to ask him if he knew about him and where he came from.Because if news reaches his family that he was here. They would send people out to get him immediately.Alaric started walking away but was stopped by a small rather frumpy man.

"Verr do you think you're going, big man?", Alaric could smell the stench of his breath a mile away.

"Excuse me." the traveler passed by the man without looking at him.

That's when he felt a big push on the area near his knees, he tripped a little and glanced at who the little troublemaker was. It was the frumpy man.

"You.. thenk you're so high and mitey.. human!"

"You have no idea who I am." Alaric, feeling a bit aggravated just wanted to rest for the night. He did not want to waste his time with this dwarf even if it meant teaching him a lesson with his swords.

[Rethen Kel'Sviet]

Rethen chuckled and shook his head. He nodded to Tedis and the dwarf threw him a broom. The boy twirled the cleaning implement and began to whistle, sliding easily into the bar and fishing out several small glass orbs.

"Now then...liquids can be handled with a simple combination of extract of Facemoor Lotus and mixture of powdered Dawnstone and Solean Loadstone," the elf mused, rolling the marbles onto the floor into the middle of a large puddle of bear. "And when applied with the proper magical force..." he pushed a bit of magic into his hand, the palm glowing silver, "then the mess will just clean itself up!" He laughed and pushed his palm towards the marbles, the glass spheres shattered and sent the contents into the puddle. There was a large burst of steam and the sizzle as the spilled beer slowly evaporated.

"Ahhh the joys of modern alchemy!" Rethen cried out. Several people eyed him like he had lost his mind, but the boy seemed oblivious to that. He hummed and started to sweep up the broken goblets and fragments of wood.

"Do you usually work alone Mr. Erjwe?" he asked as he pushed the debris into a pile.

[Casidaen]

Casidaen was about to start on another injured person when Rethen's antics caught his attention. He watched, captivated as the elf spoke to himself and cleaned up the mess with what looked like magic and alchemy combined. He was simply intrigued! It had been a very long time since he had seen a alchemy at work!

"Very well done Rethen!" he let a grin play on his face. The boy looked very chipper and happy, that it seemed to be contagious.

"Do you usually work alone Mr. Erjwe?"

"Ah.. I do," he answered softly. He still wasn't used to talking so much. No one had ever been this accepting of him, and he was glad to have met a nice group today. Casidaen stretched his sleeping legs a bit and wiggled his toes in his boots. Kneeling down to cure the wounded sure was taking a toll on him.

[Caine Faerin]

"I'm Alaric." The cloaked man says, as he starts walking away.

He sounds kind of young, too. Huh. Wonder why he's got his hood up. His face can't be that bad looking!

As I'm watching, a dwarf starts yelling at Alaric and pushes him enough to make him stumble slightly. The dwarf's obviously drunk.

Looking around, I spot a bucket half-filled with water.

Hope it's reasonably clean...

I pick the bucket up and walk over to tap Alaric on the shoulder.

"Move back just a little, alright? I'm going to cool this guy off a bit."

Without further warning, I dump the water on top of the dwarf's head and watch him splutter.

"There. That any better?" I then turn back to Alaric. "You alright?"

[Alaric]

Alaric's anger was interrupted by a slight tap on his shoulder. He glanced to his left and saw the dragon boy holding a bucket in his hands. The elf's face had a confused expression as he moved back for Caine to do whatever he was doing.

He watched as the bucket filled with liquid was dropped into the dwarf's head, making him gag at the substance that was now all over his small frame. Alaric couldn't help but chuckle.

"That was rather unnecessary Mr. Caine, but I thank you for that." he said while glancing at the helpless dwarf.

"Oh I forgot to ask you.." hoping to get more information out of his new 'friend' ,"What's a dragonette like you doing with an er hoc and dark elf?"

He would go find the little er hoc later, but first he must know more about these unusual people.

[Askyre]

Askyre stiffened as he heard something shuffling about in the room. The shower was small and cramped; it was difficult for the imp to remain still. He sucked his breath in sharply as he noted the very sudden silence. The door hadn't been opened a second time, nor closed.

Someone's out there... He narrowed his eyes. Listening closely, he could hear the light tump, tump, tump of someone's feet headed his way across the floorboards. The imp was definite that they were too heavy to be his nervous heartbeat.

Hearing the door click open, Askyre pressed himself up against the back of the shower, slowly sliding a slender dagger from his waist, preparing for the worst.

[Caine Faerin]

"Unnecessary, perhaps, but amusing." I snicker under my breath. There's a reason why I've only ever gotten this drunk once in my life.

"Oh I forgot to ask you.." Alaric pauses a moment. "What's a dragonette, you doing with an er hoc and dark elf?"

I can feel my face go warm. Eh? He must have seen us in the hall earlier.

"I'm not really with them, actually. I saw Tino... the Er Hoc... When I entered Miyoor, and well, followed him. I think all of us just happened to be here at the same time, actually. Not part of an established group."

I shuffle my feet a little. "I don't think... they... much care for my presence, though. Why ask?"

[Alaric]

I see, they're not from the same party.. Alaric scanned the room, And the Er Hoc's name is Tino..

Where the hell was the er hoc?

He felt his ears twitch a little, Maybe talking to him might put my identity to risk but... he looked at Caine shuffle his feet a little.

"I don't think... they... much care for my presence, though. Why ask?" Caine said. Feeling a little sympathetic towards this dragonette, Alaric rested his hand on Caine's shoulder for a second.

"Ah well, I'm just another curious traveler." the elf said as he adjusted his hood, scared it might slip. "Where are you headed? Any destination?"

((OOC:not much substance lol. ill edit it a bit later XD)

[Caine Faerin]

Surprised, I look at the hand on my shoulder.

"Ah well, I'm just another curious traveler." Alaric takes his hand off my shoulder and pulls on his hood again. "Where are you headed? Any destination?"

Wait... why AM I here? Just because Father sent for me doesn't mean anything, does it?

In answer, I shrug. "I got asked... by family... to come back. I don't know, though. I haven't seen any of them in awhile, I'm not too sure how they'd like having me around any more.

[Tino]

Quietly, Tino let down the rolls of bandages onto the bed. He looked around the room again, making sure the bathroom door wasn't a distraction while someone would attack from behind. If someone is truly hiding behind the closed door, Tino knew he or she would have to be trapped.

Narrowing his eyes, Tino inched towards the bathroom, making his steps heavy so the floorboards would echo.

As Tino close in the door, his left hand reached under his cloak to the left of his waist, and his right reaching behind him. If anyone is in there, a weapon would have to be drawn by now.

Carefully, he removed a small bottle on the left of his belt, pushing his gloved thumb into the opening of the bottle and breaking the seal. With a tiny click he removed the black venom blade from the back of his belt. He grasped tightly onto the grip of the blade.

A healer may not win by pure force, but it would be a disgrace if a trapped enemy could even hurt him.

Tino opened the door and revealed a crack of darkness from inside the bathroom. As soon as the door let out a tiny squeak, the medicine man blew from a device in the base of the bottle and spilled the substance into the air of the enclosed space.

It took half a second to cast the drug, and another half to slam the door shut.

Tino jumped back, blade ready.

The bottle had contained a strong sedative, but it may not work in an instant.

[Alaric]

Upon hearing what Caine had to say, Alaric was taken aback and his surprise was written all over his face.

The story of this person was very similar to his own. But the difference was that Alaric did not want to go home until he did something of value. That's the greatest thing a high elf can do, to bring glory to the nation. His family's crest was tattooed right on his face and every time he would look into the mirror he would remember them, and what his goal was.

The warrior did not want to share that particular information to a person he had just met so he decided to feign concern.

"I'm sure that's not the case Mr. Caine. Family bonds are strong and can never be broken by mere cirumstances." he smiled "Well, at long last, I have to retire to bed now. Good night to you sir." the elf bowed a little and headed towards the stairs.

Walking up, he heard a little ruckus inside one of the first few rooms..

Room 3.

[Askyre]

Askyre's mind seemed to shut off completely, instincts taking over as he heard the door click open, before slamming shut.

So, they want to play..? Poison, by the odor....

Dropping his stance, the imp threw open the shower door, ignoring the hollow clashing noise it made upon its hinges, face stern as he moved swiftly towards the door, cloak flowing behind him. Lodging his dagger into the wall, the imp quickly removed a vial from his pouch, popping off the cap from the small bottle before downing the liquid.

I don't have much time... If I screw up; no, I won't screw up. I can't.

Retrieving his weapon from the wall in the short period of time that he performed his task, Askyre deftly opened the door, snapping his fingers quickly before his attacker had a chance to make their next move.

...What?! An... Er Hoc?!