RP:Trinity Takes Out The Trash

Part of the Dragging the Dragon Arc

Summary: Scandal, Talyara, and Lanara, all meet up at a construction site in Cenril, that will one day be the Lithrydel Dragon Trust, a bank beneath the ownership of Scandal. Taking a break, the dragon convinces the sisters to join him for lunch at the The Whaler's Bar, to discuss their upcoming journey in recovering the items necessary for enchanting the transformation amulet. However, their meeting is cut short as all hell breaks loose and a massive bar fight ensues. Lana beats a barmaid with a fish sandwich, Taly throws her cousin through a table, and Scandal obliterates two ill-mannered sailors. Another normal day for the witches, as Scandal is finding out. Eventually, they escape, returning to the construction zone, only to discover that an angry mob is in hot pursuit. A trio of dragon's, known as 'Trinity', deals with the rabble, and the bodies pile up outside the window. Once the threat is gone, they make plans to head to Enchantment for the next part of their lengthy quest, and they all pass out from too much smell ale.

West of the Cenril Town Square The lot you have come to is currently under construction. Tall wooden fences have been set up around the large lot. Behind this you hear the sound of hammers, chisels, and workmen cursing. A large sign has been painted on the fence, it reads: ‘Coming Soon: Lithrydel Dragon Trust.’ You may wonder what that is, or perhaps you are already aware of the being who runs the particular business, for whatever reason obviously the structure to be built here will be quite large as the foundations go down very deep as those in the city have complained of the immense project, though many of them seem to be enjoying the large employment and need of workers bringing well deserved pay to many of Cenril’s poorer classes. A large dispenser contains flyers of artistic description as to the types of styles the building may one day employ. The exterior of the building from a birds eye view is painted on one these flyers depicting a square with a triangle resting upon a circle its point to the center of the circle. Could this be the shape of the building in its most simple form? To west of here is the Cenril Town Square, and further west, the Whaler’s Bar.

Scandal found himself shaking his head dry from having only previously coming from the bathouse, as he walked up to the large construction project. Pushing past the gate, he was but briefly stopped by security, however he responded with a password, and they allowed him through. Construction in this area was undergo working with a massive shaft being opened in the central area of construction, while lesser depts were being constructed eastward. The project looked immense, and it seemed workers being hired everyday, and wages being paid, in gold nuggets. Scandal himself made his way to a small wooden structure that had been set up, for the overseers and designers. Opening the door several men and women looked at him, the anthro dragon, wearing a dark trench coat, and with a couple of soggy limp spines on his head. "Voda'nur." Scandal spoke, and immediately they returned to their work, while one said, "Bad transformation day?" Scandal rolled his eyes, "You have no idea." He said, as he opened a closet space, and retrieving a furred garmet, closing the doors he changed clothes, and then proceeded to pick up a coin sack and a gem sack before walking back to the wooden fence, back at the edge of the townsquare. " "I wonder when Lanara will get here?"

Talyara was only here at the construction zone by happenstance as she only came to Cenril for one reason as of late. There was a certain man that she had taken a liking, too, and while he hadn't made an appearance as of late, she still held out hope. The pair of them had run into one another on more than one occasion and Taly had hoped it would be sooner rather than later. The silly witch had even considered injuring herself (minorly!) in order to take a trip to the clinic and see if she couldn't find the healer there. She is just considering twisting her ankle on a small rock when she hears a familiar voice. Taly's small hands press against the wooden fence as her green eye peeked through the cap to see if she could see the goings on inside the lot. "Lithrydel Dragon Trust?" she asks alloud with a tilted head as she scans the sign.

Lanara is prowling the streets in a signature, barely-there, leopard print bikini. This was the second time this week that some albino brat had ran off with her clothing! She had her suspicions that it was Bachias, as the feral abomination had been missing for years now, and it would be just like him to prank his ‘Auntie LaLa’ or take up the habit of cross dressing. And she really had loved that pale pink sundress, too! It was a genuine Kreekitaka article, from last season, no less, and it wasn’t cheap! Her sandals clack against the boards of the path, and she wrings the moisture from her chestnut locks, as she comes upon her sibling, standing outside of a construction zone. What was she up to now? “Taly. What are you doing here? Is there a hot worker you’re scoping out?!” Giving the petite elf a gentle shove, Lana peers stands on her tippy toes and peers through the spokes of the wooden fence. As Scandal is preparing to emerge, she grins, delighted that the dragon and elf have found each other. And here she didn’t even have to play matchmaker! A knowing look is given to Taly, as she stands to the side, to allow the dragon to exit the zone, unhindered. Her dark hues narrow as she read the sign and she addresses the red and black hybrid. “Hey Scandal! Whatcha up to?”

Scandal :: As he stepped out, "Just an idea, figured I secure the location by building foundations." Scandal said to Talyara, whether she had seen him in an anthro state wondered if she would be able to connect the dots, however hearing Lanara's voice he turned his attention to her, and had to quickly adjust his vision towards Lanara's face. His thoughts eating at him, {"The most beutiful ladies in all the land,"} he thought. "Well I was just at the baths, and changed clothes here." He said pointing to the construction site, "Been thinking over what you said, of these items we need," He turned towards Talayara, "Would you like to help us?"

Talyara wrinkled her nose at her sister and nudged Lanara with her shoulder. “I don’t even know who’s in there!” She protests with a scoff. “And where the heck are your clothes? Do you even own any at this point?” With a roll of her eyes, Talyara shoves her arm into the magical pouch at her hip and pulls out a floral printed sun dress. It would probably be short and tight on Lanara (for Taly was more petite) but at least it would be something more than a bikini. When the older sister calls out to the anthropomorphic dragon in the construction area, Taly is able to put two and two together as to who is inside. “Oh! Hi Scandal,” she says with a friendly smile although his question directed towards her is confusing. “Do I want to help you with what?” She asks looking from Scandal to Lanara. Apparently, the pair had some scheme brewing and wanted to know if Taly wanted in.

Lanara accepts the sun dress, and slips it over her head, though her belly-button ring ends up getting tugged, and she lets out an ear-splitting yelp. As she fidgets with untangling the fabric from the metal, Scandal steps out, and addresses her sibling. “Oh. We’re working on gathering ingredients to enchant an amulet so that Scandal can transform into his dragon or human form, at will. As of now, he has to wait lengthy hours before he’s able to revert to either form. And it’s exhausting and stressful for him…” She gets the ring unstuck, and smoothes the dress over her figure, though it clings to her, much like the color white on rice. “Where did you buy this?! I feel as though it was designed for a dwarf!” Lana scowls, as her bikini bottom is still visible, and the secret would be out, were she to bend over. She looks as though she stepped out of a Sports Illustrated magazine, with the tousled locks, poor beach cover-up, and grimace on her pretty face. However, her anger is short-lived, as she lazily drapes an arm across Taly’s shoulders, and kisses her sister on the cheek. “So… You want in?” To Scandal, she motions to the construction site. “What’s this other idea you’re cooking up?”

Scandal looks between the two, and cringes a bit when Lanara gets her belly button snagged. "Yes, It is stressful, thanks." He pauses as Lanara asks about the other thing, "Oh that can wait, I am just securing the location right now." He said pointing in the direction of the construction. "Now what Lanara told me, was that these items are all across the land and not easy to access," He paused, "In the meantime I am offering to buy you all lunch if we wish to discuss the details, and if your on board."

Talyara does her best to hide the smirk on her lips as Lanara fights with the small dress and turns her head at one point to disguise a chuckle as a cough. When she turns back to her sister she gives her a lazy smile and a small shrug. "I was roaming around Cenril and someone was selling a bunch of dresses from a cart. “While a little snug on me I thought it was cute!" She protests with a small pout, that disappears as Lana's arm wraps around her shoulders and she plants a kiss on her cheek. Taly's attention returns to Scandal and she considers both his predicament and offer. "I mean, sure I'll help. Lana is the more adventurous of the two of us but if I can help you gain some control, handle these shifts more easily, then I'll be glad to help in any way I can!" Taly's green hued eyes shine and a sweet smile curves on her lips as she gives her sister a little squeeze. "I'm not hungry myself but I'll be happy to accompany you both so we can discuss things further."

Lanara narrows her eyes at her sister, knowing that the witch was likely ravished, but since her eating disorder was acting up again, she was starving herself. She even had it in writing from a certain paladin that her sibling refused to eat and was losing weight. That would explain the shading beneath her eyes. Lana frowns, mirroring the squeeze, and she looks at Scandal. “Sure. Whaler’s Bar has some amazing cod sandwiches. If you’re buying, we’re eating!” That said, she turns and links her arm through Scandal’s, motioning for her sister to latch onto his other arm. The trio walks down the sand-covered path, in perfect unison, the dragon, the starving elf, and the scantily-clad witch. They draw some stares, but when does Lana not cause someone to look?! Every few feet, she uses her free hand, and tugs at the hem of her dress, while scowling at her little sister. “Are you sure these clothes weren’t made for dolls?!”

Scandal looked between his friends as they latch on his arms and enter the tavern. While mildly uncomfortable being between his two beautiful friends, he was more concerned with their safety especially since this same tavern had had a reputation in the past for unruly behavior, something he hoped to rectify with a side project. Finding a table near the bar amongst the semi-business, not nearly complete happy hour of the establishment Scandal pulled out a chair for each of them at the table allowing them to sit, before pulling up his own chair. Motioning to barkeeper who immediately sent a server girl to take up the orders. "I'll take the sushi, with the iced rum." He eyed those around who may have been watching his friends, making sure that if one made a move he would be able to stop it.

Talyara rolls her eyes rather dramatically at her sister when she inquires about the clothes once more. “I’m sorry I can’t have your perfect curves, Lana,” she teases her sister with a nudge before moving to take Scandal’s other arm. The dragon might feel the younger of the witches tense slightly as they approach the Whaler’s Bar. It wasn’t even a conscious action on her behalf, but rather worked like a defense mechanism. As the trio make their way inside, emerald hued eyes scan the bar for the rowdy sailors, more specifically the sandy haired man who had made unwanted advances on her. Thankfully, all seem to be elsewhere today and the witch takes the pulled out seat with a friendly smile. “Thank you,” she tells him before Scandal calls over the waitress who quickly jots down his order. “I’ll just have a water please,” she says with a smile, not quite meeting her sister’s eyes.

Lanara drops into a chair between Taly and Scandal, peruses the menu, and scowls as her sibling decides against ordering anything that can provide sustenance. Pursing her lips, she meets the gaze of the expectant waitress and slyly places her order of –two- cod sandwiches, and some roasted vegetables. Clearly, one of those sandwiches would be placed onto her sister’s plate. The comment about her curvaceous form earns an eye roll, though she had sensed her sister’s hesitation upon entering the bar. “Taly, why do you seem so… Timid? Did something happen here? I remember this is where Ansel was beat up, right?” A glance is given to Scandal as he places his order, and Lana sips her iced tea, before diving into the thick of their plans. “So. In order to enchant the amulet, we need things from all over the realm. Four locations, in fact. And we’re gathering a party of those with particular skills to aide us. I am providing the research and magic. Scandal is the brute force, and the reason for this journey. You, my dear sister, would best be suited as our healer on this journey, and magic, of course. I’m hoping we can find a tour guide, or someone that is a well-known traveler, and maybe fluent in a few languages. And another that could provide hand to hand combat, or as a security detail. If you can think of another, I’m all pointed ears.” She smiles pleasantly at them both, allowing the dragon to take over the conversation should her sibling have any questions. As she falls silent, all smiles, and eager to bite into her fish sandwich, that sandy haired male that had accosted her sister enters the bar. His piercing blue hues immediately land on Lana, in her skimpy dress, and his mouth waters for more than the ale the establishment serves. Though for now, he’s on his best behavior, as he takes a seat at the bar, though his eyes don’t leave the physique of the brunette.

Scandal made the observation that Talyara was forgoing the alcohol and felt the obligation to not tempt her by drinking water, giving the server a final request to change the rum to an ice water. Listening to Talyara's comment about Lanara caused him to silently nod his head, mouthing the words that despite Lanara having curves Talyara's nothing to sniff at. "Agreed, though has brute force I gonna need to be restrainful, Lanara knows why, I am quite, how would you put?" "A tour guide would be very useful, though I am not sure who knows the areas best we will be going, of course I am open to anyone else you might be able to think of Talyara." The sandy haired individual was behind Scandal so he was not aware of the individual. Though if he was made aware, well he wasn't going to spare him, this time if he did something. Smiling as the food arrived and the mountain platter of Sushi, Sashimi, ginger and of course a green mixture that was certainly not guacamole. The platter of food easily 15lbs. The server said, "Yes Dragon sized portions, a benefit of Master Steel's best customer." The earning of that status following the payment of a large gem which had also been a part of the same events following Talyara and his first meeting.

Talyara nips at her bottom lip and shift uncomfortably in her seat once more but forces a reassuring smile to her sister who can probably see right through it. "Oh nothing, everything is fine," she says, reaching across the table to pat her sister's hand. As Lanara and Scandal alike begin to explain what this quest entails, the younger witch hums softly. "Do you have any idea where in Lithrydel these elements are? Or are we just going to wing this?" Taly's water is brought and she manages to catch a glimpse of that sailor who, after eyeing her sister like a hunk of meat turns to grin at Taly and blows her a kiss. The witch pales and shifts her chair slightly so she doesn't have to look at him directly. "Linn would have been my first choice for a strong hand, but alas I haven't seen or heard from him in some time," she says with a frown. The food arrives at the table and Talyara's eyes widen in shock at the sheer size of Scandal's platter. "You both must be starving," she comments upon seeing Lanara's two sandwiches. "As for a guide," she continues, taking a sip of water. "Hm, that's a bit hard. Maybe Zahrani might be of use? She's a paladin so she travels all over helping people plus we have the added benefit of her being strong and a healer. But again, that would be up to her if she could leave her paladin duties."

Lanara deposits one of her sandwiches on her Talyara’s plate, and winks. “I’m not eating for two, Sis!” The playfulness leaves her expression as she mentally forces her sibling to take a bite of the sandwich, as she delves into her own platter. She doesn’t remark on Scandal’s appetite, he was a growing dragon boy, after all. The mention of bringing Zahrani on board brings a toothed smile, and she dabs at her lips with a napkin, as she nods in agreement. “Yes. That’s a good idea. She’s both strong and has the capacity to heal. Good thinking! Plus, she knows the three of us, quite well.” A pointed stare is given to Scandal, as she remembered their time in Frostmaw, though she doesn’t mention it as not to cause embarrassment. “The four main ingredients, according to my research, are in the four corners of Lithrydel, so a circle about the land would be best. We have to go to Frostmaw, Enchantment, Vailkrin, and Craughmoyle. So you both can see why this mission isn’t going to be easy. We are going to be in an icy tundra, underground, in a land of magic, and in the city of undead. We are facing four different climates, many species of threats, and a ton of traveling and miscommunication as the languages aren’t all in common. But it will be worth it. Scandal has suffered long enough.” The barmaid returns to fill their glasses with water and iced tea, and winks at Lana, as she slides a glass of sangria onto the table. “This is from that gentleman at the bar. He asked that you join him.” The elf lifts her head, and upon seeing the muscular form of the male and the sandy blonde hair, she mistakes him for Eirik, and smirks, before grabbing the glass and rising to her feet. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. You two talk. Taly, eat.” Lana leaves the table and slides onto a stool at the man’s side, though as he turns to face her, they lock eyes, and she realizes her mistake. This wasn’t Eirik making an attempt to get back in her 'good graces' after their break-up; this was a complete stranger, with a broken nose! The man slips his arm around Lana’s waist and literally forces her to sit on his lap, only to find that her palm pushes upwards, thus breaking his recently-set nose. “Hands off, Mister!” Sliding off his lap, she hurls the untouched glass of sangria at his face, causing the plum liquid to horribly stain his clothing, as well as humiliate. Mortified, Lana quickly returns to her table, and drops into her previous seat. “Eat fast, there may be trouble.”

Scandal eagerly picked up the chopsticks and made quick work into the sushi, of course stopping, for a drink now and then. "So four regions, do we have a preference on which first, as for Zahrani, it would be nice to have her help though I cannot be certain that she will accept. I guess thats up for her to decide." Scandal tried to forget about what happened in Frostmaw. Not one of his finest moments. "We will need good linguists, I only know two languages, what we are speaking now, and very very very ancient Dragon." Scandal hardly listens as the bar maid tells Lanara a gentleman gave her a drink. Noting her smile and how she stood quickly. But a moment later he stopped, Hearing her disgust with the man, and the whap of his nose being offset. He turned his gaze until it focused on the man. His eyes narrowed, at the man. Darius who was at the bar, look between Scandal and the man. "Oh, s--t." Scandal turned to the barmaid, "Can you deliver the leftovers to the construction tent, please." He stood slowly, his red eyes glowing furiously, "Girls feel free to take your time, eat slowly, I have some garbage to take care of, be right back." He moved omniously up behind the guy, and clamped his hand on the guys shoulder with such force audibly bones could be heard snapping. "Remember...Me?" Before dragging the man outside of the tavern. Admist his screams.

Talyara gives Lanara a small smile when she deposits one of the cod sandwiches on her plate. She picks it up and moves her hands as if she is going to eat it. If Lanara would stare her down she’d take a bite and then stealthily spit it into a napkin as she wiped her lips. Taly does not understand the pointed look that Lana gives Scandal but does not inquire further, picking up her glass of water and taking a sip. Whatever happened with the duo and Zahrani in Frostmaw, she didn’t want to know. When the elder witch begins to explain about the places the trio would have to visit, Talyara wrinkles her nose and rubs her fingers on her temple. “Do we even know what we’re looking for?” Comes her next question. She really didn’t want to go to Vailkrin. Taly is contemplating another fake bite of sandwich when the sangria is delivered and Lanara makes her leave. “Lana no!” Talyara calls out but too late, the woodland witch is already weaving her way over to the sandy haired sailor. Taly pushes herself to a stand and was just about to make her way over there when Lana uppercuts him in the nose, clearly breaking it once more. Taly winces and plops back in her seat and watches with her mouth slightly agape and Lana joins them once more, watching as her older sister begins to devour her cod sandwich. Her green eyes swivels towards Scandal as he begins to drag the man out of the establishment. “That man broke my arm and gave me a concussion,” she informs Lana in a nonchalant tone.

Lanara takes a bite out of her sandwich, albeit angrily. The elf was seething over the fact that some random stranger thought he could force her onto his lap, as though it was no big deal. As though her feelings and words meant nothing! How dare he take advantage! She had merely wandered over, and upon seeing that it wasn’t who she had mistaken him to be, politely thanked him for the beverage and aimed to rejoin her friends. And then! He had the audacity to make a move! As if he owned her after spending a few silver coins on a glass of sangria! The elf chomps angrily, taking another bite, her fingertips smothered in tartar sauce, as Scandal rises to defend their honor. She smirks as the sailor is drug past them, howling in pain, and desperately trying to break free of the dragon’s grip. Good luck with that, jerk! She nearly mouths, though she gives a nod of approval to Scandal. He could kill the creep for all she cared! Though it’s her sister’s next words that really spark her anger, and she narrows her eyes. “He. Did. What?!” Plucking her pewter fork from the table, fish sandwich still in hand, she storms from the bar. If Scandal hadn’t handled the matter, she’d do it herself.

As soon as Scandal had the man outside in his grip he crushed the guys shoulder. Holding him, scandal pulled him close, "Last time we met I was prepared to crush your skull in with my bare hands, but no your to good for that, no and this city needs an example of what happens to people who do that sort of thing. So I have three options on the table, One I introduce you to the star nypmphs, a guarteed one way trip. Or I try out my tagret practice with my acid, or even better I leave this road a nice shade of red." He waited but the man couldn't say anything but croak. As lanara would come out, Scandal would drop the man and punch him so hard that air around the impact was visibile like a shield and the area rumbled like thunder. The man or what was left of him sailed upward leaving a trail red particles everywhere he flew, until he vanished from sight. "Anyone else?" He eyed some of the sailors who were about to enter, who had previously been there from last time. If they reacted he would let lanara have a word, if not well he had a meal to return to and some quest stuff to discuss, and would enter the bar, and sit back down at the table.

Before Taly knows what's happening she's alone at the table. Scandal had gone to drag the man outside to either pummel him, have words, or both. Lanara, upon hearing about the debacle with Taly, storms off, fork and fish in hand, to exact her own revenge. The younger witch blinks as the pair disappear outside, blissfully unaware of what's going on outside. Green eyes drop to her plate and she quickly hands if off to a passing waitress who gives her a quizical expression but takes it all the same. Hopefully Lanara wouldn't question it and just assume Taly ate the whole damn thing. The druidic witch drums her fingers idly along the table when a man, another sailor, sidles up beside her, slipping into Lanara's vacant seat. "Hey cutie," he says with a grin and a wink. "Can I buy you a drink?" Taly frowns. Not this again. "No thank you," she answers his curtly, crossing her arms over her chest. "And you should probably move. My sister will be back shortly and she's not going to be happy to find you here." The man smirks all the wider and reaches out to caress Taly's cheek and she moves to bite his finger. "I said move!"

Lanara exits the bar to find nothing more than blood particles in every which direction, though no sign of the man that dared to fondle her at the bar, and break her siblings arm. Just as good, because the way she was wielding that fork was downright devilish! A random sailor is about to enter the bar, sees the menacing look in her eyes, and decides he’s not thirsty after all. Scandal, meanwhile, retreats into the bar to return to his lunch, and hopefully he’d get there in enough time to rescue her sister. Lana merely stands on the steps to the Whaler’s Inn, as though waiting for the man to reappear so that she could have at him with her makeshift cutlery weapon. He doesn’t return, and after a few minutes she goes back inside, only to find that there’s -another- bar fight brewing. She looks at the barmaid, who also owns this particular establishment, and hurls her half-eaten fish sandwich in her face, her blood boiling. “What the hell kind of place is this!? Don’t you watch who comes and goes?! That cretin is harming MY SISTER!” The barmaid brushes the flakes of cod from her face, and spits on Lana’s chest, and not even a millisecond letter the elf is airborne, as she pounces on the wench. Fists are flying, hair is being pulled, curses are shouted, and as they both roll around on the floor, Lana gets the upper hand and straddles the woman. She glares down at the blonde, seeing red, and seething in anger, her nails rake the side of the woman’s cheek, and only when she sees blood beginning to surface, does she relent in her attack. “You better hire security. SEE WHAT HAPPENS?! My sister shouldn’t have been attacked so brutally. TWICE! And I shouldn’t have been forced into such a situation, either. If you can’t run this place properly, Fish Face, you better get a new job. I’ll be back.” She unsteadily rises to her feet, and returns to Taly’s side.

Scandal emerges back in only to view the scene, unfolding. He says to man, "Sir, I have business with this woman, leave her alone, now." If the man didn't do anything, Scandal would yank him away. And if he pushed back, Scandal would punch sending the man's head from his shoulders, and exploding against the wall. If that didn't silence the bar, nothing would. If the man did move however he speak low to his ear. "Go outside, wait two seconds, and know what will happen to you should you touch her again." This would hint at the body falling and exploding upon impact on hitting the pavement. In either case following either of these descions, he would tell Talyara, if she would join him outside, so that they might grab her sister and finish their meeting, preferably at construction yard in a wooden building that was used for his designers, to work over plans. He would also tell the innkeeper that, he would no longer be returning for business again. Or until security and or new management, occurs. In the end case he would continue their conversation, in a building that was designed also as his temporary living quarters. Which would include a wash room and shower, a simple table for four, and a silk sheet bed. All of this within two rooms each square and one window facing toward excavations with a rune in place on the walls to silence any noise from the outside, or any noise inside that would leak outside.

The sailor continues to grin and keep up his flirtatious behavior towards Talyara, only chuckling as he pulls his hand away to avoid the bite. “You’re a feisty one, aren’t ya? I like ‘em feisty…” The druidic witch rolls her eyes and attempts to shove him from the chair once more only to have him grab her upper arm, not painfully so, but firm. “C’mon, sweetie. Just one little kiss before I ship of—“ His words are cut short as he is yanked from his seat by Scandal. The man pales as he attempts to shake the anthropomorphic dragon off. “Look man, I was just trying to chat up a cute girl! Calm down!” With a huff he yanks his arm free of the dragon and goes back over to his jeering buddies who are giving him a hard time for not securing the score. A loud crash pulls Talyara’s attention to the other side of the bar and her eyes fly open she sees her sister mounted atop the owner of the Whaler and raking her fingers along her cheek and spilling blood which mingles with the tartar sauce. Taly is on her feet, weaving her way towards her sister to attempt to pull her off when she suddenly feels herself yanked back and around by the shoulder. She doesn’t even have time to react when suddenly a punch is thrown and makes contact with her eye! “What the f—“ Taly starts before, WHAM another blow comes at her jaw. Apparently, one of the waitresses is a cousin of the owner and seeing the resemblance of Taly and Lana assumed that they were in cahoots together. Taly stumbles backwards into a table, knocking over glasses as the rogue waitress continues towards her. She swings again only this time Taly is ready, ducking under her arm and springing up with an upper cut of her own which immediately causes blood to spurt from her nose. “Why you little bitch!” She screeches and launches herself at Taly and the two go crashing into the table before the fall to the ground and grapple, each trying to gain the upper hand over the other.

Lanara leaves Fish Face unconscious on the floor and rises in time to see Taly, her little sister, the softspoken hearler, the sweetest of witches, UPPERCUT the other barmaid. And then, the pair flies through a table! Lana exchanges a look with Scandal and motions towards Taly and the cousin rolling around amongst the remains of the table. “You get my sister. I’ll get the wench!” And then, it’s on, and Lanara lifts a chair and bashes it over the woman’s head. She’s knocked out, much like her ill-mannered cousin, and Lana makes a beeline for the exit. No way was she paying the tab, or for the damages. They needed to hire security! The elf heads to the construction zone, thinking she’d find Scandal and her sister there, so they could finally make their plans.

Scandal was getting tired of all these bar fights, not nescarily physically tired just, tired. When Talyara was about to lose her advantage Scandal dove his hand between the two and shoved the offending party member aside, not a killing shove but definitly 'a if this doesn't hurt your not mortal kinda shove.' Taking Talyara in his arms he sprinted out of the tavern, once he got the word from Lanara to grab her. As he whisked past the fence, he told the security in charge a very large draconian female, and her two brothers equally as tall nearly 11' in fact, to let the woman who looks similar to the one he was carrying past, but let no one else pass coming from the tavern. He told them if any did come, lunch was on them. To which of course the three of them chuckled, two of them moving their tongues over their jawlines. Never had known them to not follow an order, so he trusted that they would let Lanara through. Moving into the wooden structure at far northern end of the property, Scandal entered by his own private door, and entered the 30 x 30 room. To the east northern corner of the room was a small stove, and to west of that was a table with four chairs, and then to the northwest of the room was a smaller room 15 x12 which had a simple stone floor, and a drain along with two showerheads, towels and a sink. Back in the south part of the room, to south east was a closet door with bed sheets and three pairs of clothing, in the southern middle of the room was a large bed, with red silk sheets and soft linen blanket. with three pillows. the entrance to this little home, was to southwest, which scandal entered by and let Talyara down on the bed, before moving to the stove, and puttin some water on to boil for tea and headaches, and then returning with and wet cloth for cleaning up any blood and sores she might have. "Well that escalated, I think thats the last time, I setting foot in that tavern, and I think from now on, I will find some place safer to take you two out." he said, offering her the cloth to assist in her pain relief, and clean her up. "if you need to the wash room is avalible."

Talyara is ready to continue the fight. Something sparked inside the witch's mind and she was not about to give up, despite the odds most likely being against her. Unfortuantely, she isn't given the chance to stick up for herself, physically and verbally, as she is suddenly grabbed by Scandal and thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She let's out a squeal and begins to protest--wriggling, punching, kicking. "Put. Me. Down. Right. Now!" She yells as he continues to carry her all throughout Cenril and to his home, never letting up her assault of the poor dragon. The trio of guards are given a glare and it's not until she's put down inside the establishment does she huff in annoyance. Even as Scandal bring a wet wash cloth to her to clean off the blood of the other woman and assess her own injuries she continues to scowl. "Don't you -ever- scoop me up like that again. I am an -adult-, fully capable of taking care of myself."

Lanara watched as her sister practically pummeled poor Scandal into the floorboards, though she’s long gone, and doesn’t see the direction that they had headed in. She stands around some construciton site, for quite some time, before realizing that Taly and Scandal headed elsewhere. The cousin and the barmaid, meanwhile, had come to, and had an army of angry sailors that were in hot pursuit of the two witches and the dragon. They are holding heavy two-by-fours, mauls, kitchen knives, and a large net. Lana is darting in and out alleys, trying to avoid further injury, and eventually, she somehow, by the grace of the Goddess, finds the fence and literally runs into the arms of the dragon that’s tongue is lolling around over his jawline. Given Scandal’s description of the drop-dead-gorgeous beauty in a bathing suit and torn doll’s dress, they give the witch an appraising look, and send her on through, before they closes the gate. However, the army is coming, and a larger fight will be at hand. Lana runs to Scandal’s private quarters, slams the door behind her so hard that a picture falls from the wall, and she’s gasping for air. “SCANDAL!” She interrupts, as he’s helping to wash her sister’s sores. “You gotta get out there! They’re coming for us!”

Scandal rolled his eyes as soon as he turned back to the stove as Talyara spoke her mind about being carried out. "I was just doing what your sister told me to do." He said taking the teapot off the stove. "But because you request it, I promise I won't carry you like that again." Scandal was just about to pour a cup when Lanara burst in and shut the door behind her gasping for air. "They are coming?" Scandal asked. He moved toward the door. And once Lanara moved he exited out. Letting out a low whistle, three large shadows loomed across the area visible from the window while the actual people couldn't be seen from the window. "Trinity, I have job you three can do." The shadowy figures nodded at the same time. "There is angry mob that needs to be dealt with, I am giving you free reign on how to dispose of them, just do it in a way that no one in cenril will which to do what they are doing now again." The forms nodded again. And moved past the window. When they came in to view there were three figures, each clad in black leather. Each an anthromoprhic dragon but only one which had wings. The one who moved at the lead was female her scales of dark purple and a linen rag was wrapped around her eyes. Beside her were two males one carried a large broadsword easily 8' long, and the other carried a crossbow big enough to have been a seige balista, but in its hands with was like a crossbow. Each of these figures was almost 13' in height. One male seemed to have scars where its ears would have been, the other had cut along its throat. The one with wings held the crossbow. The female reached into her cloak and drew out a handful of throwing stars. Before they had completely passed by though Scandal said, "Silencia, Audiaio, Visuilan, make it as graphic as possible." The female smiled and spoke her voice sinster and temptaous, "We shall devour them yet." As they moved beyond the window, Scandal reentered the cabin, quitely and opening a cabinent and pulling out a bottle of smellale its liquid floating close to the cork, the bubble of air at the bottom. He opened the cork a second and sniffed, putting it back on. "The only ale strong enough to feel the effects, for me," he said before opening another bottle with a bit of medicial brandy, which bore a runed engraving on the glass for regeneration. If taly and lanara were argueing why he wasn't out there, they soon heard screams of agony akin to hell, 8 people shot by the window a crossbow spear having impaled them all through the chest. Blood raining down from the sky as whatever horrors were occuring outside the fenced area that couldn't be seen from the cabin. a few heads rolled by with bite marks taken out them, and worse still the agonizing screams seemed only to get louder and more of them continued to scream, and with in what felt like hours but was only seconds there was soon silence, save for the trinty which walked by dragging a net with many carcasses of torn beings and some who were still clawing to escape, as they neared their deathroes. As the trinity dragged them toward their vault, which Scandal had given to them to use for their own recreation. "I would certainly advise you to not look out the window."

Talyara's head whips around when he sister finally enters the house, her green eyes widened in shock. “What do you mean -they-?” She questions her sister before running to the widow to get a better look, hands and nose pressed to the glass ready to observe the action. Out of the corner of her eye, she spies three looming, dark figures suddenly manifest at Scandal’s bidding and she gasps. “Who are they?” She whispers to her sister, impressed and intimidated at the same time. When dragon bids them to dispose of the angry mob as graphically as possible, her eyes widen even more if it was possible. “Lana!” She hisses again, turning to look at her sister. “People are going to wonder what happened to all of these people if they suddenly just disappear!” Her concern goes on answered, though, for Scandal is reentering his home and Taly quickly turns her back to the window to watch his movements. The mention of smellale is lost on the little witch who cocks her head to the side curiously; however, she doesn’t inquire about it. As the screams of agony begin to filter in, Taly edges closer to her sister, slipping her arm through hers as she wrinkles her nose. “That…doesn’t sound like things are going well out there…"

Lanara catches her breath as Scandal jumps into action, bolting out of the door like a bat out of hell and into the unknown. After a moment, the witch looks at her little sister, and shakes her head. “We. We need to find a new place to drink.” She replaces the picture on the wall and hears the sound Trinity handling the angry mob outside, and she’s both relieved and horrified, as their screams reach her tapered ears. “Oh Taly. Don’t be so dramatic! Heads are going to roll.” She gives a shrug as her sister peeks out the window, while a sailor’s head bounces off the glass, as though one of the dragon’s were playing baseball. The echo of the face smashing into the glass, and causing the shards to splinter like a spidersweb, is enough for Lana to tug her sister away from the window, following the comfort of Scandal’s warning, though he mutters it a minute too late. The streak of blood on the glass remains, however, and the two woman watch their friend as he speaks of a particular ale. “Hm. I think we could all use a shot of that, whatever it is.”

Scandal looks toward Talyara as he hears the sounds of horror from the outside yonder. His face showing neither delight nor appreciation for the noise, if anything it more of dread and horror. Reaching for the bottle of smell ale, to which he offers and shows how to retrieve the liquid by holding a glass upside down and watching the liquid pool upward into the glass until it became like a silvery gas, he said, "breath, but use caution, and entire bottle put me out for a week, Lana you were there." he motions to Talyara. "They are called Trinity Yes, but their names are Silencia, Audiao, and Visulaian, respectfully, I am honestly not sure how they came into my service, but, they do what I need them to do, and I would prefer them to do what they are doing graphically rather than what they ussually do, as that its another level of horrifying. Trust me on that." "Lana, Where will our first stop be?" The screams outside now are cut off, and the sound of dragging can be heard, as for the ale, whatever they inhale the effects occur instantly, as the alchol is breathed and not drunk and therefore things take only but a little time to be present. Scandal himself turns the glass slightly up to his face to let a little of the gas to be inhaled by his nostrils, his eyes water a bit from the strength, of the gas, but he seems to become a bit more relaxed.

Talyara whimpers as the horrific sounds outside of the home seem to filter in and she moves closer to Lanara and squints her eyes shut for a moment. The offer of the mysterious and gaseous ale is passed off with a wave of her hand. "Do you think it...wise to allow them to slaughter so many people? Aren't you concerned that people from the Whaler's are going to question what happened to their coworkers and friend?" A shudder runs down the witch's spine. She didn't like this. She didn't like this one bit.

Lanara snatches the glass from Scandal, answering his inquiry before she takes a hit of the liquid drug. Would she get drunk? High? She honestly had never tried any ‘illegal’ substance before, and he called it an –ale- so what was the worst that could happen?! “Uh. Enchantment. Let’s leave in three days. Bring a backpack, both of you, with weapons, healing supplies, and any essentials. We will meet at the watering hole, as it’s not too farm from there.” Studying the liquid, Lana’s eyes grow wide as it forms into a gas, and she inhales, albeit sharply, causing her eyes to water and her vision to blur. Just how strong was this?! A few minutes pass by, as she wraps a comforting arm around Taly’s shoulders, before passing out, and taking them both to the floor.

Scandal wrung his hands, in response to Talyara's question. "I honestly don't know, Part of me then wanted those responsible to pay for how they treated you, and part of me now, is unsure as what to do, I likely going to have to find somone to dispose of the bodies, and I will likely have to deal with having Trinity handle anyone who comes searching for what happened to them. But if anything I fear what Trinity will do if somone does try to attack me or them. What they did to the last guy." Scandal shivered so violently he caused the bottle to break, which of course, occured right at Lana was had inhaled the gaseous liquid. 'enchantment, so we..." Scandal barely made out as the gas had effected him enough to pass out. Coming to the floor with Lana and Talyara in tow.