RP:A Long Tavern Night

A Long Tavern Night

Players:Nemisis, Optimorae, Cerius, Grugg, Qnairou, Renbak, Kattanos, Talisia, Talim

Nemisis swears out loud at the depth of his boredom. Kicking the table that lies before him down, he causes a loud racket that would make any patron turn and look at him. Nancy stumbles back and Mesthak grumbles as the owner knows what was about to happen. Rising from his seat the draconian stands up and shouts, "This is crap! Once upon a time this tavern was full of life! Now look at what this place has become! This is friggin' worse than hell!" Glaring his ruby optics across the room he shouts, "I dare one of you sissies to hit me!" Singling out Optimorae, he points to his would be opponent, "You! You think you got the balls to attack me!?"

Optimorae arcs his nubile neck back and to the side so as to get a clear visual, an uncaring look is given to the individual that sounded the cursing outburst. "Yes, actually, I think I do. But do you, my good friend, have the balls to return the attack? Do you?" A sneer appears upon his visage as the vampire now goes on the offense. Optimorae leaps over the side of the chair, bringing the object with him, grasped between his hands. The vampire now faces Nemisis, the chair being held on his front, but its use in the duel is yet to be conceived. With a sudden jolt, the wooden furniture piece is sent flying, its target obviously the vociferous Nemisis. As the chair flies, its form mutates into a form of acid. This surely would get the fool to shut up. A nice shower of acid.

Cerius idly shifted his attention toward Grugg, the source of the most recent commotion. The being was given only a cursory glance. After that, only a disinterested snort and a second change of focus were offered. The new center of his attention: a bottle of red wine sitting derelict upon an empty table.

Grugg pulls his helmet from his head, grunting slightly for all the minimal wounds inflicted upon him. His yellow eyes turn towards the one that snorted, and he gives a snort of his own. "Do you have a problem?"

Cerius slowly turned his attention back to Grugg, assessed him, and nodded. "Aye. Elves. Unpleasant bastards they are. I should know... considering my poor fortune to be among the ranks of the species. There is a reason I seclude myself. I pity all who have need to pass through whatever swampy pit they make their homes in."

Grugg snorts again, using his axe as leverage to bring himself to his feet. "Exiled or not," he veritably snarls, his gravelly voice low, "You are still as disgusting as they are." Despite all the arrow wounds, the orc still manages to stand straight - or as straight as any orc does - to his full 6'3, baring his mouthful of fangs at the elf. "I would eat your flesh as I would theirs, were that I knew just -where- your flesh has been, Ears."

Cerius barred a pair of fangs all his own, though in a charming sort of way. "Oh... rotting in a crypt or two, only. Not much meat on my bones, I tell you... and only enough flesh as to cover what little is inside. As for you..." he snorted again, "... tall, dumb, and un-abashedly ugly isn't quite what I'm looking for in company this night. What would I tell my little girls when I brought you home?" A caustic laugh was all the vampiric necromancer offered before rising to his feet and fetching the previously noted bottle of wine. The stopper was then pried loose, and a swift drink of the crimson substance consumed. "Ahh... now that is much better."

Nemisis chuckles and becomes excited at his willing opponent, Optimorae. Observing the man and hearing his words he could not help but laugh and respond, "You damn right I do." He watches the vampire grab a chair and charge towards him. What happened next caused the draconian to smirk. The chair is sent flying his way but in mid distance, turns into acid. Inhaling deeply, the draconian summons his dragon lineage in order to bring forth a fearsome roar. This saurian's roar was so immense that it caused a shockwave, lifting all furniture before him and not only stopping the vampire's attack but redirecting it. Unfortunately not only was Qnairou next to his opponent, but she was in the way of his attack. However, Nemisis' chaotic rant caused him not to care and only respond to Optimorae saying, "That's it!? Pfft! You gotta do better than that!"

Grugg moves forward, faster than one would expect of someone with arrow wounds. "You would tell them they were about to be served for dinner," he growls, shoving this patron or that out of the way. "And now, I will have your head for a trophy." His axe is hefted with much more speed than any human might manage out of such a weapon, and the chop that follows is very simple and straightforward...straight down for a vertical chop meant to cleave the vampiric elf in two. Qnairou hissed and used a few spells to deploy most of the furniture, except for one chair, which promptly hit her square in the forehead. Her anger boiled, and she threw the fork from her place setting straight towards the draconian

Nemisis sucks his teeth at the thrown fork. With a swat of his hand, the fork makes its way towards Renbak's neck accidentally.

Kattanos blinks as a chair, or what -was- a chair, smashed into the wall within a foot of his person. The tiger striped feline simply looks from the broken remains of the chair back towards the source of the projectile. Apparently a brawl had begun, that or a furniture flinging contest.

Renbak ‘s hand moves towards the offending item and stops it before it comes into contact with his face. The Vampire, who usually keep calm under these situations, is instantly alert and standing. He puts his hands into his robes sleeve and removes a book in a red binding. Anyone who had seen him before would probably recognize this item and those who didn’t are about to get a rude shock. The book opens in his hands and begins reaching out into other peoples mind, grabbing current thoughts and placing inside the book pages. He closes it again and the stream cuts off half way through which would cause some people a momentary lapse in thought and others pains. He holds the book in the air and begins to chant in words going too fast for one to fully understand and the items in the tavern begin to shake. Animation coming to them from the bowels of the book, all thinking about one thing, hurting the other people. Cerius’s hand moved with precision. No... not only his hand. The entire motion was not motion at all. One moment he had been slugging a bottle of wine. The next... he was standing where he had begun as if never moved. Or not quite, since his hand was now raised and used to hold back the immensely brutal weapon. Not to be confused for a show of some superhuman ability (though he was superhuman in a few such ways), the tip of a glowing weapon emerged from the sleeve of his robe. Peering up at his attacker from behind what looked to be a near-worthless weapon, Cerius allowed himself to heave a sigh. "I am fortunate my hearing has not failed me in my old age. But truly... attacking a man who no longer faces you? One might mistake you for a barbarian... or worse... some sort of orc." He would retaliate to this assault not immediately, but rather with a gradual increase in the weight of the dark atmosphere which surrounded him. Well... that and another snide remark.

Grugg grins, pressing forward with more of his own massive weight towards the elf. "Ah, but you see," he chuckles, one hand suddenly releasing the axe's shaft to shoot forward for a sucker-punch to the vampire's stomach, "I am an orc."

Optimorae shakes his head, the attack being redirected towards his person instead of the opponents. But, a fiendish smile begins to form, and a devilish glare is sent to the draconic. "The best is yet to come," he yells over the resounding commotion Nemisis attack has created. Taking a deep breath, the vampire enters a state of utmost concentration. Visuals in his mind revere that of space and time, and that it is nothing but a partition of life. Grey optics start to turn black, amber waves circling around the outer edges of the visible eye. Just as the mass of objects is about to strike him, a stalwart arm raises, and everything that was moving is now stationary. The chairs, tables, etc., begin to disintegrate and enter a portal within the palm of Optimorae's hand. All is absorbed into his body, and power increases beyond all of his greatest dreams. A stark flash of light escapes his chest, and an array of whip-like aquatic energies shoots out towards Nemisis. These 'whips' carry the same attributes of dark matter. And that which dark matter is completely erase existence. Nothing can pass through this without being completely degenerated and left, on the other side, nothing.

Cerius grunted and buckled as the orc's attack struck him. Fortunately, though the axe bit deep, the punch forced the elven vampire off at such an angle that only moderate damage was incurred upon his right shoulder. Damage that would, given time, heal. Upon a single knee... and bleeding... the necromancer glowered up at the orc and sneered. "Ah..." and he gasped in futility, for oxygen was not of any use other than speaking, "... that explains... the poor personal... cleanliness habits."

Grugg doesn't relent - he is, after all, an orc. Forward he moves, his booted foot snapping forward for a flat-footed kick at the elf's chest. "At least I do not smell of last year's grog," he chides, "and sleep with a corpse as a bride. They say your kind are -very- fond of your dead."

Kattanos was paying attention to the fight more than the furniture, but perhaps he should have been paying attention to his environment instead. It wasn't long after the quaking that broken fragments of the chair that previously smashed into the wall came to life. The feline was about to get up when he felt his chair begin to move, but the broken fragments of the other chair had quickly wrapped itself around the feline's ankles as if they were a sort of constricting snake. For now, he would attempt to break the animated furniture's grasp on him.

Nemisis cracks his neck at Optimorae's response. "Now that's more like it!" he says as he watches the vampire not only absorb his attack, but concentrate and reply with greater force. However, as he observes this move, more chaos breaks loose. It seems the deflected fork pissed Renbak back off which caused the creation of weird animations. Such chaos pumped adrenaline into the draconian's veins. Not to his surprise, before he knew it he had dark whips and an animation was attacking him. Acting quickly the demi concentrates not only dark energy but light as well to bring a surge of chaotic energy. Before he could launch an attack, he is hit with the whips. Luckily, the chaotic energy protected him from being lashed from existence and instead leave various lacerations upon his body. Grunting in pain, he manages to drive a hand into the animations' would be stomach and cause it to implode, taking out one of many of these spawning creatures. No time to worry about them, Nemisis releases a bolt of his chaotic energy towards Optimorae, hoping to give him a shock of his life.

Cerius was struck quite firmly by the orc's boot. The sheer force of the impact fractured two ribs... impacting a third directly into one of his lungs. A bloody spatter of fluid erupted forth as Cerius collided with the wall, but alas... the man was as persistent as a foul illness. In a strained voice, with crimson fluid marring immaculate elven features, Cerius offered only another chide. "Stupid... orcs. Necromancy... is not... the same... as Necrophilia. I..." he chuckled gaspingly as he drew forth the full blade of a long sword forged from bone and sinew, "... would... not expect... one... with the... mental fortitude... of an... Earth Wyrm... to know the difference, though."

Grugg looks quite haughty as he lifts his chin, taking his axe in both hands again. "You will not have to worry about expecting anything, soon." Like a man playing stick-ball, the orc cleaves his axe towards the elf's throat, sure of the killing stroke.

Renbak takes great pride in his work. If the Feline would not escape soon the items would begin to dig in like leeches and stick in. The book opens this time and creates a new form of Animagic. The glasses and parts of a table move together forming a large wooden and glass man. It stands up and takes one of the animation brethren. The items forms into a long sword and the creation moves towards Renbak. It kneels before him and extends its hand for the book. The Vampire places it inside its grasp and the book digs into its hand. A large surge moves into the creatures chest and the Book can be seen through the glass of the creature. Renbak extends his hand over the creature and smiles, “Attack. The one who started this will pay.” The creature stands and extends it’s own hand out and the animations move towards Nemisis. They all stop before him and the great creature moves forward and points it sword down with a groan. The item is larger than any man and it laughs gruffly. It has weak points all over the place where glass and wood did not mix fully. Cerius 's deflection of the orc's blade was not flawless. Nor was the move which followed. Upon closer inspection, one would note that the elf did little more than stumble forward as the axe came forth in its fatal arc. The deflection itself came only when his Bone sword erupted upward at a sharp angle and connected with the shaft of the mighty axe. To an untrained eye... it might have appeared the elf somehow simply held his ground and then lunged. To one witnessing closer, he tumbled forward and thrust his blade up. Death narrowly avoided, his offhand dropped free from the hilt of his sword and instead moved to thrust the sleeve-concealed blade sharply into the orc's nearby ankle. Of course, this was not well planned. Even if the attack brought the orc down... it would only serve to bring it down atop him.

Grugg was apparently far more prepared for this unscheduled fight, cursing more at the miraculous deflection of his axe rather than the blade digging at his ankle...or rather, the plate of his boot instead. "You, elf, are as dirty as all the rest of the rats that hide in their tree-hidden nests," he snarls. Pulling his axe back only to shove it forward again at the elf's chest, and hopefully right through his heart. "Now just die like the rodent you are!"

Optimorae cannot even imagine what is going through the minds of the owners. “What in bloody hell has gone wrong with the world? Ah! Get off me you hell spawn of a stool!” A brief laugh none the less. Again his mind slips, giving the enemy the perfect point of opportunity. The hardened vampire is sent careening across the room as the bolt hits him square in the chest. Splinters, flying chairs, and the like are all hit upon his collision with the tavern wall. A very loud bang is heard as he crashes into the strong wood, and falls to the floor. Again, another bang. The damage that has occurred is great, but not enough to cause death. The tunic and skin in the area of his chest and abdomen have become charred, the vampire enduring severe amounts of pain during the battle. Clenching his burning chest and gasping for air; it seems the vampire has lost his breath from the electrocution; he is dragged away by a nearby bench, head knocking on the space between the floor boards. Optimorae has become infuriated. With a strong downward kick with his heel, the bench seems to be nothing more than a pile of wood as it is obliterated. His focus, after the slight re-direction of attention, still remains on Nemisis though. He disappears into thin air, his path for his teleportation not yet known. Slight glimpses appear next to a couple of the other inhabitants engaged in the fight and a sudden flash from each appearance can be seen. Fire emits from his fists in huge pillars that seek to completely engulf and burn their targets. He does this to Renbak and Nemisis, his two main opponents.

Kattanos wasn't amused by the bindings. The wooden splinters of the chair begin to bite through the armor as if it were tin foil. The sapphire color of the tiger's eyes is quickly replaced with that of crimson as he rips the bindings off his legs. Free of the bindings, the tiger quickly vanishes from sight only to reappear standing behind the wood and glass golem. Within the moment he appeared, he was already launching his first offensive. The tiger's unsheathed katana quickly swipes in a vertical arc to cleave off the sword wielding arm of the artificial being. During the assault of the golem, a second of the striped feline would appear before Renbak with an attack already in motion. It was a quick jab towards the man's gut with intention to knock the air out of him. Both of the feline's forms appear real and feel real, but which is the true tiger? Cerius was forced to literally roll aside. The 'shove' forward was enough to leave a crater of floorboards where once the elf had knelt. He cursed the durability of the damned orc's boot... most armor was little match for the thing. Still, he had done enough to simply survive the assault... and so he would continue to do it seemed. While the floor crumbled, Cerius conjured forth an ethereal globe of flame. Green in appearance, and cold as death itself, the fire clung to the necromancer's hand harmlessly. "Die? I should think not. But here... let the essence of death touch you since it enthralls you so." The globe slowly stretched outward to the orc... leaving a stale stench in the air and rotting away anything living it encountered upon the way. As it expanded outward toward the beastial man, it became more akin to a spreading cloud of mist. Well... assuming a spreading cloud of mist could leach the life from everything it touched and conveniently leave its master unscathed. The strain of maintaining a direct draw from the void left Cerius with little energy to defend himself, however, and the Bone sword's extended tip soon bit into the ground.

Nemisis could not help but point and laugh at Optimorae as he is not only hit by the draconian's attack but dragged away by a bench. However, he laughed too soon at the man. In an instead a giant shadow looms over the demi and an ugly laugh is heard. Instantly the saurian looks to see what the hell that was. To his luck, he turns to not only see, but dodge the attack of the furniture golem. Unfortunately, a few strands of hair did not make it in time. As his ruby optics watch his beautiful strands fall at what would seem like eternity, he became enraged. Shouting, "Oh hell no! You messed up my do!" Nemisis leaps into the air and brings down a chaotic fist into the side of the slow furniture golem, shattering it into pieces which are sent everywhere. Mesthak can be seen ducking behind the bar along with Nancy as his tavern is savagely torn apart. The demi was really in for it this time, when the commotion was done. However, this was not on the man's mind at the moment. Pissed off at his unwanted makeover, he frantically looks around for the cause of the moving furniture. As he realized it was Renbak, all he could shout is, "You!" before his entire form is engulfed in flames. Luckily, flame does not affect this man. Turning to his left, he looks through the flames to see Optimorae who has moved while he was busy with the golem. Extending both palms to his sides, he releases a ball of chaotic energy, both traveling through the flames, one headed for Renbak, the other for Optimorae.

Grugg growls as the scrawny elf again scampers away, grumbling about 'little vermin' and the like. He was about to pursue the man, but the sudden spell halts him, and the orc has enough wits about him, having lived through a few wars enough to have passed his one hundred sixtieth year, to get out of the way of the mist. "Filthy sorcerer," he spits. "You're as bad as those archers your kind are so proud of." Keeping a wide berth of the elf's spell, he makes his way through apparently living furniture and patrons alike to get back to the elf. Not the easiest thing in the world, and rather time consuming.

Cerius took a moment to collect himself whilst the orc was forced to deal with the chaos surrounding them. He hadn't noticed whether the brawl outside his own had erupted first... or if it had come later... but he was certain that it had something to do with the brooding aura which followed him now. Stepping into the center of his deadly mist, Cerius allowed it to expand outward even further... until he could bear to draw no more energies forth from the void. As safe as he would likely get, Cerius instead focused the entirety of his energy upon healing the wounds sustained. It was, truth be told, a very difficult thing to keep from making any further smart remarks in Grugg's direction.

Renbak yells as the flames come down towards him. He moves to the side but the tassels on the back of his robes manage to get scorched. He grunts as the butt of the sword hit his stomach with a large amount of force. The Vampire looks around for the next attack but fails to turn around in time and the energy hits him square in the chest. He recoils back and stumbles, his hand extending and the book comes back from the rubble that was once his Golem. The book’s cover is scratched and it lays quivering in his hands. He bellows at the top of his lungs and grabs one of the nearby tables with the magic he cast on it. It wiggles and squirms until the items sits in his hand as a lock. He clicks it to the clasp on the top of his book and the effect is horrible. The Golem that was destroyed stirs in the pieces and all the furniture that he had enchanted was coming towards its own creator. The Vampire holds out his hand and catches bits and pieces while the rest move around him like magic. He forces all the pieces together to make a wand of glass and wood but the book seems to be happy as it gets closer until it touches it and then the items on the wall move and groan until they form a huge snake. The Vampire is more careful this time and keeps the book. His hand extends and clenches into a fist to show that he means no mercy. The Snake moves towards Nemisis and he smiles, “Yes. Me.” He laughs as the snake comes closer to its target and splits into three. Each going after one person or another, “Let’s see how you deal with us now.” He yells.

Optimorae is taken aback by his attack’s ineffectiveness on Nemisis, and now has to use some other sort of unknown element to defeat this challenging adversary. He appears somewhat out of the way of the ensuing pandemonium, and refers back to his psychic inventory. “What to use...what to use. What to conjure.” While conducting his meditation for the next move, he takes note of the chaotic mass sent toward his body. A wide grin and a cackle escape the vampire’s form. “Seems you don’t know me as much as I don’t know you.” The vampire allows the ball of energy to careen with his form, knowing that it will do no harm. An expanding aura appears around the spellblade, that of the same energy that the projectile has itself. The magic shield absorbs the attack and reverses it. The massive energy wave that detonates from the attack is unscalable. The force moves like a massive wall throughout the tavern in every direction. Its properties include: dementia, insanity, and bodily harm by immense psychic and physical pain. Not a mere attack, but a barrage. That of an entire army.

Grugg seethes and begins to pace just outside of the vampire's spell field, like a great hunting beast waiting for its prey to come out of its hiding spot. "Come, little rat. Come meet your end."

Kattanos smirks as his jab to the man's gut lands. The tiger's victory was short lived however, as a serpent quickly began to coil around the feline's lower half. With a sigh and a grumbled, "Again with the snake furniture? Someone needs more creativity.." The striped male found himself in yet another bind except this time his arms were bound as well. He smirks at the man who created the living furniture while speaking in a taunting tone, "Oh no! Another snake made of furniture.. Aren't we brilliant today?" Talim woke to the sound of a fight. Nancy gripping her tightly.

Cerius 's bones slowly molded themselves back together... though the process was nearly as painful as the breakage had been. Still, he bit into his lip and calmed his senses with the sudden rush of a arousal. Bloodlust. His eyes faded from green to blacker hues... and the futile gasps for air slowly drew to an end. He waited until the last bone had fused into place, tested the motion of his shoulder, and turned his sights upon the orc. Grinning, he displayed a mouthful of razor-edged teeth in Grugg's direction and cackled. Though weakened... the pain and the damage allowed for moments such as these were his true nature simply took over. Such was the case as Cerius tossed his weapon aside and hurled himself outrightly at the orc. He swung viciously and wildly from every angle, using speed only bloodlust and a deeply seeded rage could explain. One moment his clawed fist flung out directly toward his foe's face... and another he lashed out with his hidden blades from angles entirely unrelated. All the while he attempted to force the orc closer and closer to the hovering, deadly cloud.

Talim watched the scene intently, Nancy's hold an iron grip. Keeping Talim safe. She liked Talim. Like a daughter. Sometimes more than that. Talim watched heavily, thinking quietly. Worried for Renbak

Grugg isn't a novice, as his war scars and greyed hair would likely attest to, and so the assault isn't quite as effective as the vampire might hope. All to familiar with berserker rages, himself, he knows enough to worry only over those places that are absolutely vital - lesser wounds could be tended to later - and so he does, especially focusing on his exposed head. But rather than be herded, he herds the vampire, forcing his forceful movements to take different directions than he might like...and for what? All just to get his helmet and get it back on his head. Now with his horned helm replaced, he waits until just the right moment, until the elf moves in too close during a strike...and headbutts. Thick skull, hard helmet...surely that -has- to hurt.

Nemisis growls at Optimorae as his attack has not effect. At the same moment his attention is snatched away by Renbak sending a furniture snake at him. Despite his perdicament, the draconian still manages to let out an arrogant respond to Renbak, "Pfft! Bring it!" With that said he launches at the snake. Seeing that there is more than one, he leaves the other snake to deal with Optimorae. As he lays a monstrous fist to the jaw of the attacking serpent, he notices that it didnt shatter despite it being furniture. Was it new and improved? Maybe so? Either way the saurian continues to lay blows upon the animation, beating it to the ground. Occupied by the serpent, he failed to notice Optimorae's attack to fully dodge it. All he sees is a giant energy wave heading his way. Nemisis does the only thing he can do, roll himself up in the snake and use it as a shield. As the snake takes most of the physical blow, the psionic attack catches the man. Various images and confusion flows his mind and causes the man to be dizzy. Holding his head, he curses in confusion. His form open after the destruction of the snake, his mind occupied. Upon this rare moment, Nemisis is left totally unguarded.

Cerius 's rage delved into deeper places than pain could reach... and with his mind overpowered, pain was merely an abstract. Though he skittered backward in a whirl of motion, Cerius Windsong did not relent. Nor did he remain flailing wildly for long. While the orc focused upon blocking weak points... the elf slowly worked at weakening every point. His hidden blades were conical for a reason. With each thrust, the pierced a little deeper into armor. A little closer to the bone. And now, with his personality out of the way, Cerius stood an actual chance of putting up a fight against the orc. Blood pooled into his eyes, but he fought with scent and sense of motion now. Still... after a short while longer fighting... the futility of the thing began to bore him. His attacks wound down until, dancing away from the orc, he finally retreated into the safety of his ethereal mist. "I tire of this. If you refuse to die and slake my thirst... then I shall simply wait in here until you do."

Grugg is bleeding. A lot. Not from anywhere vital, obviously, what with his ever-present defense of his vitals - but, indeed, enough little wounds could kill just as easily as one major wound. However, Grugg is an orc, and a war veteran. Dying is not something he does easily. "You will wait a long time, then," he growls, circling around the mist. "You will regret your impudence towards Grugg Bonegnawer, Ears. You will die to my axe." Not once taking his eyes off the vampiric elf, he bashes his way back out of the tavern door...if it even remains standing...and off to one of his tribe's healers.

Talisia enters the tavern, her eyes widen at the sight of what is going on. She calls forth her control over the wind and earth, the earth to raise her above the fray and the wind to act as a shield of such for her, just in case. She had been in this land for awhile long enough for her power over one’s emotions, feelings, and state of mind had grown tremendously. Especially recently with Lord Rheven allowing her access to his knowledge of skills. She gazes at those fighting and she says, in that voice that many had dubbed a Siren’s voice, “Enough of this foolishness!” She then begins to sing, putting her very essence into it planting the seeds of sleep and bringing it to bloom quickly. Those of a stronger mind might hold out for a minute or so but her will and mind were unbelievably strong, what with all the trials she had gone through and her own natural abilities. Her midnight black hair swirls around her, though her sapphire blue eyes show that she is only wishes for the well being of all in the room. She did not want to see needless death. Some, who do not know her, may think a Goddess had come but, when everything was said and done, she would explain herself… and if they attempted to fight once more…well… back to sleep they would go.

Cerius slowly closed his eyes and brought a hand to rest against his skull. As the orc left, and his battle rage faded, all that remained was the ringing in his ears and the throbbing pain in his skull stemming from a rather severe concussion. Thus, while he did not collapse in a heap asleep, he certainly did stagger about quietly in an effort to collect his abandoned Bonesword.

Kattanos had finally freed himself from the grasp of the serpent through the use of flame and the fact that wood easily burns. Although his escape didn't come without a price as he burnt himself slightly in the process. The burns was nothing he couldn't heal himself, but there was something in the way... Exhaustion. He didn't know why, but he found himself growing more and more fatigued as seconds passed. The song playing wasn't bad either, but he didn't want to sleep! As much as he tried to fight the fatigue that wrapped his mind, he would inevitably fail. Within a minute or two, he was asleep upon the floor.

Optimorae wavers as he stands, weakened by the fight that took place. It was epic; he doesn't doubt that at all. Voice that seems of voices echoes in his mind and proceeds to put him to sleep. With the magic initiate, he does so. The vampire collapses in a chair, head hanging, eyes half-open, and now fallen asleep. "Damn..........," he conscientiously speaks, as he now begins to walk the path towards his own universe, his dream world....his home.

Cerius eventually gave up on recovering the blade. In all the debris, it was likely to be mistaken for trash anyhow and discarded. It didn't even phase him that others around him were dropping one by one into an unconscious state. His vision blurred even further, threatening to go to black, and the ringing only grew worse. As he hobbled toward the door, his foot hooked around the sharpened hilt of his blade. The result was a slow-motion fall forward which ended when the man's skull sharply struck the door frame. All the world faded away into a purple haze...

Nemisis was finally able to shake his head free of the confusion. He begins to stand and walks towards Optimorae despite his headache. Renbak he could deal with easier than the vampire he thought. With that in mind he goes to make his main target Optimorae. However something strange began to happen as he took a step. A soothing voice rings through his ears. The demi says, "What in the" and without making even a halfway turn to see who was singing, Talisia's voice had put him to sleep. His eyes shutting and his form falling like an giant treasure chest. A small thud is heard along with a series of others. To his luck not only was he put asleep by the mistress' song but so was everyone else. In their wake left what remained of the tavern. The only thing intact was the walls, what lied upon a different floor, and the actual bar, riddled with broken glasses and a cursing Mesthak along with the petrified Nancy and curious Talim. All furniture shattered and debris covered the air. The wall, riddled with dents and gashes. All of this chaos can be thanked by Nemisis' falling to the likes of boredom and the result of his big mouth and arrogance. Talisia standing in the middle of the wreckage, pissed off, can be thanked for the immediate end to the storm. The draconian really done it this time. He was now in debt to Mesthak BIG TIME. How his sleeping body was going to pay for this was still unknown on this long tavern night.

Cerius struggled slowly into a sitting position. The ringing had gotten worse, now, that he was again fully conscious. His eyes struggled to see... but the fog of his mind kept everything a dissolute blur. Grumbling, the vampiric necromancer slumped against the door frame and laughed. "More than two thousand years... and you never learned... not to taunt orcs with axes? Poor show... Master Windsong. Poor show... indeed..."

Kattanos winces slightly in his sleep. While the tiger remains asleep, something unexpected happens. A pair of wings slowly fade into view. The wings themselves look like they would belong to a dragon, not a feline. Could he be awake and using illusions or are they real?

Talisia had just begun to check everyone’s current stability. Kattanos, though she did not know his name at the present time, looked vaguely familiar to her and his wounds weren’t life threatening, just some burns and minor wounds, she’d check the others first to make sure no one needed immediate attention. She smiles to the bouncer prettily as he moves him for her. She then hears Cerius straightening himself up and her eyes scan him, reading the aura like Prince Raver had taught her while her own soothing energy washed over him, assessing his wounds. He had a severe concussion that needed to be treated immediately lest he fall asleep and lapse into something far worse. She approaches him and kneels down next to him, midnight black curls surrounding her features as dark blue sapphire eyes regard him kindly as that soft, melodic voice speaks, “You’ve hit your head pretty hard, let me get you stable before you move any further.” She looks over as the wings appear and she blinks, this was going to be an interesting night. She knew it… an interesting and long night at that.

Cerius chuckled as best he could manage in response to the woman's booming voice. Well... okay... so it wasn't booming. But it certainly felt like it was against his throbbing eardrums! His head tilted somewhat to acquire a glimpse of the feminine voice... one he assumed to be a healer. To ease her concern, the necromancer raised a single hand. "Tend to any... wounded worse than I... first. I will be fine. I cannot sleep... and so the worst I shall endure... is this great deal... of discomfort."

Talisia shakes her head as she lowers her voice to that of a soft whisper, "Your's is the worse of the wounds here." She smiles kindly as she gently places a hand on the temples of either side of his hand. Her hands begin to glow a soft white, the glow doesn't seem to irritate the eyes and the energies that pour from her are nothing but soothing. She closes her eyes as she begins to navigate through the damage. Eliminating the causes of the side effects of the concussion as she heals that from him.

Cerius was simply shrugged and let his hand fall aside once more. He wasn't in any condition to be turning down aid. Of course... he wasn't quite sure he had intended to survive the encounter at all. Still... he had. And now... he was all to happy to let someone else mop up his headache.

Talisia concentrates and once she is sure that the worse of the damage is taken care of she smiles to him and says, gently, softly, "Why don't you take a seat in one of the chairs Nancy has up righted while I go and take care of the worse of everyone else's wounds. I've left a bit of my healing essence to continue the work I started, I just want to make sure that I don't miss anything to critical for any of the others." She says with a smile before she stands and walks over to where Kattanos now lays. Her gown was full of jewels and her shoes were also gem encrusted. The High Elfess moved with noble grace as she once more began to scan for hidden injuries. She smiles when she realizes nothing is to bad. She is rather curious about the wings but she sets straight to work on closing up the small holes and sending the burn marks well onto recovery. She wanted to ensure that there would be no permanent damage and she would give him a salve of her special burn treatment that she had made when Majokoru had gotten so terribly burned. No she wouldn't think of him, he who had left her when right now she needed to be strong for others. She lets her healing energies flow into Kattanos, as she began to navigate through the worst of his wounds. Kattanos mutters something, but it is hard to tell what it was. He still seems to be asleep, but could be starting to wake up.

Talisia leans in closer to hopefully catch what he is saying. It could be vital to his treatment or suggest another ailment that she would need to address once she was at full strength. If it was a psychological problem she would most definitely need to be at full strength before healing such a wound.

Cerius slowly moved to stand. Though hardly in any condition to walk... the cooling tingle of restorative magic did indeed linger. He quietly settled himself into his abandoned seat and peered out the window for that face he knew he wouldn't find.

Kattanos slowly opens his eyes to see someone leaning over him. His vision is still a bit blurred and his eyes were still stained crimson. He mutters one again, "Wh-Wha? Where..? Who?" It was apparent he was confused as to what is going on. One hand was moving towards the sheath of his katana, but the sword itself isn't in it. Perhaps he is unaware he lost it in the fight earlier.

Talisia smiles to him, a kind smile as her soft, gentle, melodic voice says, "Please, don't move. Forgive me for not asking but you were asleep and I wanted to ensure that you had no life threatening wounds and heal the worst of it before it could get infected or worsen." Her hands are glowing a soft white, not enough to cause harm to the eyes and the soothing energy can be felt as she runs her hands just above the burns and holes. Her energy and a bit of her own essence and regenerative magic seep into him.

Kattanos winces in pain as he tries to sit up, even though he was told not to move. The crimson color of his eyes is slowly replaced with the original sapphire coloring as he told her, "Don't worry about it... I'll be fine...” It didn't take him long to discover the salve placed upon his burns, "..Wha? What is this... this sludge?"

Talisia looks to him as she says, "Don't make me put you to sleep again. You need to be treated and that salve is helping to heal your burns."

Cerius strummed his fingertips across the table and laughed out loud. "There's just no helping some people."

Kattanos slowly continues to try to get onto his feet while replying, "I'll be fine... Don't worry about it...” Once he was on his feet he would add, "And I can heal myself too...” Apparently he is stubborn. It wasn't until he was on his feet that he'd realize his wings were visible. Without a moment to lose, the tiger's wings would fade out of view as if they were never there to begin with.

Talisia shakes her head as she says, "If you wish it... your wounds aren't life threatening." She wipes her hands off on a towel and hands him a jar of the salve as she says, "This will help." Then she turns and heads towards the other two sleeping warriors. She kneels down next to Optimorae gazing at the vampire with the hint of maybe elven or human features, oddly enough she couldn't tell. She examines his chest burns as once more her hands begin to glow a soft white and she begins her work again.

Cerius silently resumed his search out the window... allowing the occupants of the tavern to fade away behind him into the sea of darkness which filled his mind.

Kattanos simply blinks at the jar that was handed to him, "What is this?"

Talisia said to Kattanos, "That is a Salve I've made that helps to heal your burn scars faster, in assistance with any natural healing abilities you may have Sir."

Kattanos blinks a few times, "Oh... Well... then I don't need this junk all over me.." The tiger places the jar down on a recently up righted table before taking a seat upon a chair that was sitting beside it. Once seated, he begins to carefully wipe the salve out of his fur with a towel. On occasion, he'd wince in pain from touching the sensitive skin while trying to remove the salve. Talisia looks to Kattanos and shakes her head as she says, "Would you like me to come over there and remove that from you then? If I do it there won't be any pain."

Kattanos slowly shakes his head, "I'm fine... Don't worry about it...” He then continues with trying to remove the salve with the towel.

Cerius sighed quietly and tried his best to ignore the voices behind him. Despite his best efforts, so long as the last tinges of pain remained... Cerius would not be able to completely slip into the dark recesses of his mind.

Talisia muttered something in an old, elven, language then stood, after the worst of the burns were gone from the vampire and walked over to Kattanos as her hands continued to glow a soft white and, without permission or anything, she begins to assist in removing the salve, soothing healing energy taking care of any pain he would have felt.

Kattanos suddenly paused in what he was doing. The tiger only gives her a questioning look and doesn't say a word. After a few seconds his focus would return to the removal of the salve. It wasn't until after he looked away from her that he would say, "Thanks...”

Cerius blinked, looked over his shoulder at Kattanos, and laughed. "Was that so hard? Did it hurt... giving the woman offering aid to a bunch of ruffians... a small bit of thanks? I am sure I don't understand why... but I am also certain any other man sitting where I am... would have thanked her long ago." And at that moment, he paused. "Thank you. Heh. Heh heh." Talisia smiles as she uses her towel to clean off her hands as she says, "You're welcome Sir. I am Lady Talisia, although some call me by my middle name, Lady Rose...if I can ever be of service again please let me know." With that said she returns to new besides Optimorae and Nemisis. Finishing up the last bit she had to do on the Vampire before returning her attention to Nemisis, beginning her analysis of him.

Talisia said to Cerius, "You're both very welcome."

Kattanos looked over towards the man speaking, "I could have healed it myself... I still can too... Not like it is hard to heal minor burns within a minute...”

Cerius scoffed. "Courtesy. So many lack it these days." And with that, he had said all he needed to say.

Kattanos ' burns begin to glow with an emerald aura as the burns heal. The flesh becomes renewed as well as the burned fur is replenished. The only reminders of the injuries were small bits of pain and ruined armor. The feline also decides to fix his armor while he is at it. He places his hand upon the damaged metal which slowly begins to emit a crimson glow. After a second, he removes his hand and the metal begins to stretch and mend almost as if it were living flesh. He repeats the process with each piece of damaged armor. Once he had finished he speaks back to the man by the window, "Not only can I heal myself, I don't need to call a blacksmith to repair anything...” The tiger then shifts his focus back to Talisia, "And my name is Kattanos... Or Katt for short if you'd like...”

Talisia smiles as she closes her eyes and work through Nemisis' lacerations and any other injuries that may have been hidden. She was working from the inside out to the surface of his injuries. After she had finished she asked for the help of the bouncer to remove both men out of the way and into a relatively comfortable position. "Kattanos, or Katt for short, it is a pleasure to meet you though I wish it had been under other circumstances." She then begins to assist Nancy and Mesthak in straightening out the Tavern.

Cerius told Talisia, "*communicating telepathically* It is not often... I find others going out of their way to help those around them. It is quite refreshing. A pity there are not more like you."

Talisia told Cerius, "*same melodic voice* Thank you, I believe that if people continue to help each other then that chain will continue."

Cerius told you, "That is a very wise approach to take. I hope it serves you well. It... is much akin to the philosophies my wife instilled within me before she disappeared. I can only hope I am bestowing them upon my daughters, as well."

Talisia told Cerius, "Thank you. Yes I'm caring the best I can for my own children as well. It is.. not easy being a single parent."

Cerius told Talisia, "I... lost my daughters once... the first time my wife was taken from me. But knowing... this time... she left by choice? It... is hard for me to look at those girls without feeling animosity for the woman who brought them into this world."''

Kattanos slowly gets up, "Well... I'll be going now... Bye Talisia...” He then proceeds towards the tavern door and then leaves.

''Talisia told Cerius, "I can understand that but... they couldn't have been brought into this world without you to.

Cerius told Talisia, "*laughing* Ah... yes. I was certainly there. I remember that part quite well. But... I... was never prepared to do this on my own. To raise them! If Lalki were still here... I... I don't know. It would be different. She was so good with them. I... am not so much..."

Talisia told Cerius, "Well perhaps we can assist each other and arrange for play dates. As it is I must go."''