RP:Deadly Drinks

Synopsis: Sabrina, Blut, and Lanara, are in the Kelay Tavern, minding their own business, when a gang of hooligans enters the establisment and attempts a robbery. Lana, every the quick-witted elf, dares to take on the leader, though Sabrina delivers the deadly blow that diffuses the situation. Blut also takes out a dozen more men, using the shadows as his disguise, and a child is left to run free, and hopefully get started on the right path. Finally, a drink is shared amongst the three strangers, but only time will tell if friendship will ensue, or if they are destined to be foes.

Lanara steps into the tavern with a purpose in mind, it seems, as she approaches the public board and scans the notices. Seeing that none had replied to her last official invitation to the Witches Ball, she nips her lower lip in confusion. The ‘pros’ of said situation were that no one needed further nudging to attend the gathering, and all had been too busy creating a costume worthy of a prize to comment. Perhaps several gentlemen were asking a special lady to be their date this very moment! And word was spreading wildly throughout the lands about the festivities. The ‘cons’ would be that none wished to attend the ball, as only one soul so far had volunteered to aide with decorations and Halloween attire. Hoping this ball would go off without a hitch, as it was the first she and her sibling had ever planned, she gives a confident nod to the board, and approaches the barmaid and orders her usual beverage. Sliding onto a stool, the witch scans the crowd of those gathered and gives Sabrina a once over, her chocolate hues widening slightly as she doesn’t recognize the pretty face.

Sabrina had never been in the middle of…whatever this was before. She looks at the loud one, frowns, and sets her glass down and crosses her arms over her chest. “Humans.” It wasn’t an announcement, more like a revelation of why she disliked this place so much. She didn’t seem frightened, again, irritated. The guards on the ground were a lost cause, by the looks of it more than a day old and probably found rather than a result of these criminals. Who carries dead bodies with them anyway? She didn’t know what a ‘chump’ was but she doubted very highly that anything they could do would develop in a manner that would leave her dead on the floor. Many have tried, hell she tried. Failures the lot of them.

Blut observed the bandits as they started speaking their demands. "Alright all of ya will give us all the sorry gold in your pockets and you" the leader points at Mesthak walking up to the bar "we want all the rum in the back." The leader looks at Nancy and Sabrina "say maybe you two would like to be somewhere a little more exciting then whatever this dump is come home with me and we can really have some fun" The bandit licked his lips as the other crew members laughed.

Lanara peers at the kitten at her feet and sniffs the air, instantly thinking it was the fishing cat that was causing such a stench. But no… It was the two corpses to her far left that had the tavern smelling like a sewage plant. What the hell?! Head raised, she shifts her attention to the apparent ring-leader of the group and crosses her legs, somewhat unphased. Of all the places around Kelay he had chosen the tiny tavern to rob? A flicker of amusement sweeps across her pretty face as she scratches behind a tapered ear, and tilts her head, addressing the male who was now attempting to score with the barmaid and Sabrina. “Say… I take it that you don’t come here too often, do you? Otherwise you would have hit this place up a few hours ago, when it was really crowded. Also, there is a bank, not too far from here. In Cenril. Either you didn’t do your homework, or this is your first rodeo? I’m a betting woman… I bet you ‘found’ these bodies rotting away somewhere, and so you and your gang of failures decided to prey on this unsuspecting tavern. Am I hitting the mark?” Slowly, a smirk appears on her lips, and the witch flicks her gaze to Blut, wondering if he would intervene on the ladies’ behalf, otherwise, the witch would send the group packing, herself.

Sabrina steps in between Nancy, Lanara, Mesthak and the too-tall male with a sincerely unacceptable attitude. It made the smallish female center to his attention but she said nothing. Threatened nothing. The elfess just stood there. A half smile played at her lips, taunting him in a way one could easily prove intentional. The other patrons were left to grovel, digging through near empty pockets to scavenge what little coin they had left. “Fun?” He was not selling fun; he was a liar. And he made Nancy scared. She looks over her shoulder, catching chocolate hues and wondering the great many things he would do to her. The guy still sitting in his chair didn’t seem willing to intervene, but then that was what she came to know as ‘human nature.’ “Okay, fun it is.” She approaches gently like a doe, her smile calm and comforting. Her demeanor all but willing before her bare hand graces the scruff of his dirty but strong jaw. More menacingly “Fun.” A twinge of anger crosses her features and without so much as a further twitch the man’s knees buckle and the leathers grow dark from groin and trailing down past his knee. A ghastly noise escaped his mouth, all agape with a strand of spit stringing his dried lips together. “Are we having fun, now?”

Blut sighed as he didn't expect the girls to lash out as he watched the scene play out in front of him. He finishes compiling the data 12 members 1 heavy weight 11 light weights. Blut closed his eyes as the bandits started to move towards the women. “You who-“ The leader was cut off short by a chaos crossbow bolt to his head as he died instantly the bandits looked around but Blut had disappeared as one of them tried to run "I told you he was real, I told you!" He yelled as he tried to run for his life but Blut was waiting by the exit as he cut the bandits throat. Blut quickly exploded into crows throwing shuriken killing another three as he and a mirror clone killed the 6th and 7th bandit. "Now answer me are you having fun." Without Blut's illusionary face all he could see from the shadow his hood cast was the faint glow of his eyes as he was impaled by illusionary spears. To the outside it would appear that the man jerked violently as if stabbed by invisible weapons. The 8th bandit dropped dead.

Lanara is about to object Sabrina’s rise to rid the ruffians from the bar, but is happy that she kept her objections to herself. The witch didn’t want to see another elf harmed, especially a female, and that is why she had her reservations in the first place. However, her worries were unnecessary as the leader of the gang cups his privates, and groans in pain. This was, indeed, fun. Fun to watch, at least. Lana is about to suggest that the two women share a drink, when all hell, quite literally, breaks loose. An assassin, likely working within the shadows, leaves his mark amongst the remaining of the riff-raff, before inquiring if they are ‘having fun’ and drops the eighth bandit to the tavern floor. The sickening thud of flesh against hardwood has the elf turning her nose up, and it’s then that she spies one remaining bandit, a child, of no more than ten years old. The brat is huddled behind the bar and shaking like a leaf, and though the older version of Lanara would have shown pity to the boy, the new and improved Lana sees the child just for what he is. A spoiled brat that has been raised to abuse others for his gain. And so, with this in mind, she readies a throwing knife and uses the youngster as a makeshift dartboard. A flick of the wrist sends the knife through the air, and at the last split second, the knife shifts its course, as though magic were at play, and causes her to narrowly miss her target. The child yelps as the tip of the blade nicks his right ear, before he scrambles to his boots and darts out the door of the establishment. “I would say that ‘fun’ has been had. Wouldn’t you two agree?” She mutters, directing her inquiry to Sabrina and Blut.

Sabrina wasn’t focused on all the movement in the room. Otherwise preoccupied, the smallish female’s attention was on the single bandit before her. Whatever was going on in his head brought terror to his features. The veins around his eyes began to bulge. His nose began to bleed followed by the eyes and finally his ears. Now, all but crumbled before her the voice of the barmaid breaks through her concentration. It was her name, shrieked over the counter in desperation. But then Nancy was always the forgiving sort with what she had to suffer through on a daily basis it was a wonder she had any humanity left in her. The elfess releases him in a puddle of his own piss and choking in crimson spurts. She wondered herself if she actually meant to kill him if Nancy hadn’t intervened. Lanara’s query cleared the fog and the elfess turns to her with eyes black as pitch soon fading into a more pleasant springtime hue. She agreed in silence and steps away from the semi-convulsive male in time for him to face-plant in her wake. Except this wasn’t fun. This was sad, very sad.

Blut throws a shuriken ending the life of the bandit that Sabrina just spared. Blut looked at the child as he walked towards it most people in the bar thought Blut was going to kill him even the boy himself as he passed out with fear. Blut caught the child as he handed it to a nearby adult faint mana stitching closed the wound on his ear "tell Mathew I got his son back." Blut returned to his stool the stench of blood no longer irritated him after being bathed in it for weeks at a time at one point in his carrier he had gotten use to it. Blut turns his head to face the witch he pointed at the corpses as men came to clean it up "you call this fun it was practically target practice" Blut complained putting back on his illusionary face as he sat down he kicked out a stool and offered it to Lanara "you have quite a bit of courage talking to bandits like that so why you here?”

Lanara falls silent and merely focuses on her breath as she locks eyes with the petite elf, sensing that there was more to the woman than what she had let on. Sabrina’s eyes shift from black to a lovely shade of green, as the witch diverts her gaze and peers at the convulsing brute that had fallen face first to the floorboards. Assumption, correct. The woman was an elf, an elf that was capable of defending herself, and then some. Knowing this wasn’t exactly a victory, or ‘fun’ as they had all stated, she clasps her hands together, and raises a brow to Nancy. “How about a round of drinks for the three of us?! On me!” The barmaid nods to the two women, grateful that they were here to defend the honor of the tavern, and gives a curt nod to Blut. Eventually, she busies herself with readying large mugs of ale, and places them on the round table that Blut was already situated at. Lana accepts the offered stool, and twirls an unruly lock of dark chestnut around her fingertip, while the other hand pulls out a stool for Sabrina to sit upon. “I speak to others as I see fit, regarding their actions. And there was no need for you to come to the child’s aid, as you did. It would be fitting if he learned his lesson, now, and had that small scar as a reminder for things to come, should he continue this behavior. Why are you here? I take it that you come for more than the pretty ladies and the liquor.” Lana takes a sip of her ale, and peers closer at Sabrina, to who she awards a faint smile. “I am Lanara. I don’t think I’ve seen you around these parts.”

Sabrina had snapped back around to the sound of a projectile finding its way to the final victim. She eyes Blut with a sort of pent up rage. He was focused on other things, likely missing her glare altogether. She makes her way to the counter, forgetting her drink like she was ever going to drink it anyway. She offers Mesthak a small purse for his trouble, or maybe it accompanied the note she had given him earlier. Perspective was in the eye of the beholder. She cautiously takes the seat that is offered, placing the ale centrally in front of her. Lessons, it must have been an elven trait to leave wrongdoers with opportunity to fix their malfunctions. But Blut robbed the chance she had given the attacker. Men like that were dangerous. Inflated egos and power trips made for terrible company. His victim was in no position to defend himself in the state she left him, with purpose. She is still eyeballing Blut something fierce when she finally speaks, elvish to boot. “I try to avoid familiarity with…” she uttered a word in Sylvan, one not often used when the language was alive. It was with much distaste she directed the insult towards Blut.

Blut turned his gaze to Sabrina as he smirked with his illusionary face as he spoke elvish himself "if you know a language I'm fairly confident that I speak it too now be careful who you insult didn't your parents ever teach you that was rude." Blut smiled as he turned to Lanara happy his years of sneaking around Xalious library paid off. He chuckled at Lanara's questions "not many people see me at all and yes I'm here because that kid was kidnapped probably was being reconditioned." Blut drank all his ale in one chug whipping his mouth with a handkerchief. Blut held his hands out faint crimson thread dotted them "I came here to find someone who can help me strengthen these threads. Want to give it a go."

Lanara speaks Sylvan, and so she dips her head to hide a soft chuckle that emanates from behind those full lips. Clearly, Sabrina wasn’t fond of Blut interfering with the ill-mannered male from earlier, and with good reason. Maybe Blut thought his punishment would serve the convulsing man better than whatever the outcome would have been. Perhaps he also thought he knew best when interfering with the child that Lana had already tried to steer towards a brighter future? Maybe the kid really was kidnapped and being held as ransom, as unlikely at is seemed. The witch was slightly peeved, though she wasn’t going to let it bother her all that much. She barely knew the two at her table, and though she was quick to judge, she had matured over the years. Not to mention the fact that this was the most lively she had seen Kelay Tavern, in quite some time! Konar, her small kitten, makes his way over to them and winds through Lana’s legs, purring contentedly. If one were to look closely at the feline, they would notice that he was rather frail and that he only had one eye. The recent rescue curls into a ball at Lana’s feet and remains rather silent through the rest of their chitchat and drinking, though his sole eye keeps a lookout for further thugs. Lana finds it odd that neither of her companions offers a name, and so she chews the inside of her cheek and merely commits their faces to memory, in case they should cross paths again. About to comment on the weather, or perhaps the upcoming ball, she is cut off as Blut extends his hands and asks her to give thread healing a whirl. The witch merely blinks, and stares open mouthed at the male, somewhat shocked that he would ask such a thing of her. She was a stranger, at a bar, and was nearly capable of murdering a child, yet he was willing to trust her with manipulating his flesh with magic? At a loss for words, she merely shakes her head, and exchanges a quick glance with the brunette at her side. Maybe she would help him, but Lana wouldn’t expel her magic on a mere stranger, unless it was life of death, of course.

Sabrina sat back in her chair with no apology. Her common is broken when she flatly replies. “The insult still stands.” She had no need to tread softly she owed him no kindness. He may have understood the beginnings of her comment but no Library in Xalious could teach a man the articulations of Sylvan. That is one language people didn’t just ‘pick up.’ She was soon distracted by a kitten and for once this night a true smile crossed her lips as she bent down to poke a thin finger just behind its ear. Lana had looked to the right person though Blut was a far cry from earning lessons from the Healer. Konar had taken to a nap and this straightens posture, bringing her attention back to the table. Nancy had spoken her name earlier, though with all the commotion it was surely lost. She too shakes her head. “The Guild does not take students without due course. He will have to wait in line if he wants to learn.” It might not have been clear before but looking over her attire one would recognize the symbol of the Healer’s Guild across the shoulder of her top, and as she pulls out a pair of gloves from her belt strap and began sliding them on it would have been obvious from even the slightest of rumors which Sabrina she may have been. Nearly all had known of her before ever meeting, and few took more than a couple of minutes to piece it together. Surely it was her stunning personality that stood out above all, and ‘bitch’ was not an uncommon title to those that crossed her bad side.

Blut chuckled at the comment "I clearly see you two are confused I don't need you to teach me how to sew a member of your guild already showed me how. But if you cannot help me that’s fine." A man stormed in and yelled ‘think fast’ as he threw a pouch of coins at Blut who caught it with one hand. "Still you don't know me yet you decide to insult me you know if it were someone else those might be your last words. So please enlighten me what did I do to cause such aggression against me." Blut asked in a calm yet arrogant voice.

Lanara grins as Konar had nuzzled the healer’s hand, before settling down for a cat nap, which surprises the witch. It wasn’t often that the runt took to contact with others, and she appears very pleased that he was newly becoming social. It also could have to do with the face that the woman was –the- Sabrina, the leader of the healer’s guild, and a big shot in Larket. The woman had pieced together the pieces, and her face held a brief ‘aha’ moment, before she took a final sip of her ale. Perhaps if they had met under less grave circumstances, they both would be in a better mood to engage in delightful conversation, and could perhaps even become friends. That sadly, didn’t seem the case tonight though, as there were over a dozen dead bodies covering the tavern floorboards, and the cleanup crew was still having trouble sorting through the carnage. The barmaid was making certain not to step on any bodies as she delivered drinks from table to table, and Mesthak was currently banging his forehead against the top of the bar. Lana chooses this precise moment, as Blut inquires about his indiscretions, to excuse herself from the table. Rising to her full height of a mere 5’5” she fastens her cloak about her shoulders, and looks from Blut’s face to Sabrina’s. “It was a… Well, pleasure isn’t exactly a fitting word, is it? Anyways. It’s nice that the tavern has been saved from would could have been even worse damage, were us three not here. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, M’lady Sabrina.” A faint dip of her head was given to her fellow elf, while she merely gave Blut a final glance, before picking up the sleeping kitten and exiting the establishment.