RP:Worthless Rotters!

Kelay Tavern

Built and rebuilt, torn apart and set like stubborn bone, this tavern is the pinnacle of Hollow's entirety, wrought around the premise of peace, equality, and consummate amity. And of course, the old place had seen all of the three, but so much more. Dire markings of claw and steel cut deep into wall panels and floorboards. Set against the land's usual motif of destruction are signs of comfort. Twisting shadows and smoothing out a careful blanket of light with soft, quaint fires, a candelabra dangles down by thick cords, gripping the circular holder. Each twists up, converging upon the center, where they snake about one another and form a thick, secure anchor to Kelay Tavern's high, accommodating ceiling. The candelabra rattle now and again from the inn patrons overhead, pouring down globs of wax to the center of the room, which is wide and unobstructed. Cheaply carpentered tables and chairs grow outward around the bare dancing area, keeping to the rounded theme, and also keeping to a dwarven barkeep's avariciously born taste for 'economical' furniture. Hardly any expense has been wasted on the actual upkeep of the public center though, as can be garnered from the smell of deep pine, rich tobacco, and even richer spirits. Stairs twist away dimly near the high bar. And atop that side rests the inn logs, quill, and ink. This establishment's fine keeper, Mesthak, can be seen smiling out from his post at the bar, straight across to the room's always crackling stone-wrought hearth. Behind him, atop lofty shelves, sits an array of dark, amber, and clear liquids. Food smells waft from somewhere near at hand. A carefully printed and hung sign details the purchasable items here in the place of merriment, loss, laughter, and life. Also, tucked into a corner near one of two windows closest to the tavern doorway is a thickly papered bulletin board. A sign has been added next to the board that reads, 'The management requires patrons be fully inebriated at all times and that no curing spells be performed in this tavern-Thank you'.

Stryder boots the tavern door open. Allowing the chilled winter air to rush over the current patrons Stryder proudly strides in with a bottle of vodka clinched tightly in his right hand. A twisted grin given to any who look his way as he chugs his poison of choice. Making his way to the taverns board he simply chuckles to himself before spitting on the writings and proceeding to rip down random letters.

Ainsley had just finished pinning up her letter as the cool breeze from the outside rip through the warmth of the tavern's atmosphere. Stryder was paid no attention till Ainsley found him so close in her proximity. Her cool blue pools noted as he carelessly ripped around her message that she kept a protective hand on, "Do you mind...?" She growled out, disdain dripping from her words while her eyes sent silent death threats.

Stryder turns from the board and catches a glance from Ainsley. Raising his right hand to extend his middle finger to the arctic Lycanthrope the human snarls to her. "Paint a portrait your stinkin' rotter."

Ainsley was already livid the dim-witted warrior only sparking her short fuse. Lush candied lips twisted into sneer while her letter was forgotten. Her right hand absentmindedly curling about the hilt of her dagger to rip it free from it's slumber at her hip. The metal of her blade flirting with the sheath sounded a metallic 'shing' the only audible warning of her attack. Black booted feet pivoted the woman towards the crude warrior. Her icy blues were laced with murderous pictures as she drove her knife for the man's belly button while walking for the bar intent to gut him like a fish before wetting her whistle silently.

Vaerate said to Ainsley, "Is your remarkably short fuse born from the frustration you feel daily at your gross inability to dress yourself stylishly?"

Ainsley would ignore Vaerate.

Vaerate said to Ainsley, "I wonder why it is that others are given a violent response, and yet my jibes are flatly ignored. I would assume it would take more than a few pieces of armour and an intimidating blade to deter one so hot-headed as your good self. Or has word of my swordplay expertise travelled so quickly, without me even having to do that much fighting?"

Stryder felt his lips peel back into a smirk as the Lycaness made her swift attack. The human dropping his bottle of Vodka to the floor board allowing it to shatter into pieces as he tossed his body to the right of the lycanthrope and snatched her wrist into the palm of his left hand. His right would then immediately grab her by the side of her neck as he pulled her close and quickly pressed his lips against her cheek. Releasing the woman, he chuckled and pointed to the glass on the floor as he back away from her in case she offered another blow. "You owe me a new bottle, Rotter. Ten goldens 'ought to do it, Yeah?" Running his tongue across his cracked lips in anticipation of the booze he stood idle awaiting Ainsley's next move.

Vaerate brows crinkle in obvious disagreement, "that's a ridiculous price. Vodka is as cheap as dirt."

Athyaron said to Vaerate, "You seem to be the type to know."

Vaerate said to Athyaron, "Oh, yes, very clever."

Ainsley by passed the man while returning her blood thirsty dagger back to his home. Both her palms met the wood grain of the bar's counter and with a push she hoisted her lithe frame to perch on a stool closest to a wall. She would twist and scoot to rest her back against the wall keeping her aquatic gaze alert. Both men would have to fight harder to hear her voice, for now she flagged down Nancy and awaited her whiskey.

Stryder frowned as Ainsley simply decided to flee back to the bar. "Ugh, Rotters these days." He then turned to Vaerate the eighteen year old snorting. "The cheap garbage you consume might be, But I only consume the finest of fine! Of course ten gold would buy me a full weeks supply. Either way, Be a pal and grab the funds for me." Raising a slender digit to point to the Lycaness he then turns to spit to the taverns floor. A lovely mix of mucus and saliva to compliment the already disgusting establishment.

Balatro entered the tavern, snowflakes covering his pink fur as he hobbled through, still avoiding to place any weight upon his front right leg. Hopping up upon a random table, he curled up into a ball, probably in front of Stryder, who would smell the heavy scent of alcohol about the little fox. His bored expression would begin to think of how he would begin to mess with the people this day.

Vaerate wrinkles his nose, and gives a firm shake of his bark-haired head, "I don't think I shall."

Stryder snorted to Vaerate and waved his hand in dismissal. "Another bastard, Rotter then." The human was ready to approach Ainsley again when he caught sight of the pink creature that entered the tavern. His laughter erupting as he pointed to Balatro. "What'n the hell? A pixie get into some kinky stuff, or summin'?"

Athyaron exits south.

Vaerate vanished before your eyes, perhaps never to be seen again.

Balatro huffed at the man, oh he was going to be the first to be messed with. His eyes gleamed brightly with the mischief he was about to cause as soon the fox seemed to vomit, the vomit headed straight for the human man..

Stryder lowered his chin to face the vomit that collided with his leather vest. Another laugh coming out as he reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of generic beer. Popping the cap he lifted the booze and chugged half of it down in one go. Lowering the bottle he swished the beer around in his mouth for a moment before swallowing and then proceeding to open his mouth, raise his right hand to his face and shove his index and middle finger down his throat. Hitting the gag reflex the human would then launch his own projectile of bile at Balatro. A nice bloody mix of mainly booze and some chunks of whatever the hell his diet consist of.

Balatro blinked as he saw the man reaching down his mouth, oh geeze he was about to repeat his move? Well then! The fox soon found himself taking cover under his table, as he leaped off the vomit caught part of his bushy tail and he growled in return, yet continued to scramble for underneath the wooden structure. From here, he would begin to pester the human man, as soon he would find hundreds of flies buzzing about his head.. Illusioned, but pestering annoying flies none the less.. Noises, and all..

Lisi found her way into the tavern, shaking off the snowflakes from her head. She peered around the tavern, her eyes landing on the sight of the human she'd met the night before. She shook her head at the company he was making with the oddly colored animal. He's crazy, she thought, walking over to a table beside the two of them. She sat down, leaned into her seat, and placed her booted feet upon the table's surface.

Ainsley 's large blue eyes widened as whiskey sprayed from her lush pursed lips followed by a loud cackle and pound on the wood grain beneath her pallid finger tips. She couldn't believe her eyes they were puking on each other, what odd amusement. Maybe the warrior wasn't half as bad as he smelt.

Stryder turned his head back and forth at the flies. A smirk on his face as he simply reached into his bag and pulled out a small cloth of which he used to wipe Balatros vomit from his person. "That the best you got, you lil' inbreed maggot of the earth? Illusions, aye? You must think I'm a moron to fall for something as stupid as this." Stryder noting that the flies had only just arrived allowed him to see through Balatro's magic and deem the pink thing an illusionist magi. He didn't care much. Instead he raised his glass and continued to down the booze, getting the taste of puke out of his mouth and such.

Balatro grinned this time, oh he definatly had something better then that. As soon a small vial was procured from his mouth and it's contents being spilled onto the human's boots, should he not move. The vial itself contained a sticky adhesive that could lock anyone into place, for the most part, and prevent their movement...

Lisi laughed at the two of them. She waved for Nancy, and ordered something to eat. Might as well have dinner and a movie, she thought.

Stryder had turned to face the newcomer to the tavern. A coy wink given to the feline he had managed to flatter the previous evening in the slums of Gualon. He then heard Ainsley from the bar and turned to face her. A smirk given to the lycaness as he blew her a kiss. Taking a final chug of his booze he tossed the empty bottle onto a near by table and was getting ready to order another. But when he tried to approach the bar he found himself stuck to the floor. Arching a brow he spoke out to the table. "Oh c'mon you pink fairy boy. Really? This is it?" Stryder knelled down and unlaced his boots before stepping out of them away from the adhesive. " 'ate to say it but your god awful at whatever it is your tryin' to do, boy-o."

Ainsley said to you, "He's aiming to undress you."

Vaerate seems to appear from out of nowhere, spontaneously generating next to you.

Ainsley vanished before your eyes, perhaps never to be seen again.

Balatro chuckled at the comments, as he looked down at the boot that was left behind.. Odd, but convienant way to get out of it. Oh well, he found himself making his way towards Lisi and hopping onto her table, as he laid down before her. Soon! The fox revealed another trick he could do, as he began to talk, "Oh, why hello there.."

Lisi giggled, and returned a wink to the man. Her eyes then jumped to the pink animal that appeared before her. Her leopard like ears fell a bit, but she smiled at him. "You're very clever." She said to him in an amused voice. "A prankster. I like that, you know."

Stryder simply smirked to Balatro as he moved up to the leopardess. The human then moved back to the bar and shouted to Mesthak. "Hey! You tiny lil' Rotter! Four boozes to go, Yeah? Snap snap." As Mesthak slid the beers to Stryder he simply took the four beers and moved towards the door. "Put it on my tab, tiny. Better yet, She'll cover it." The human nodded to Tanya. Leaving his boot to the floor board the now one shoe'd Anarchist made his way out of the Kelay Tavern and into the freezing streets of Kelay. Looking for a good place to get wasted.

Balatro chuckled at the remark, as he sat upon his hind legs looking at the feline mischeviously. "Why of course I am clever! Who else can pull off what I do? That human, why no! Bah! I am the only one capable of such a feat." He grinned widely, as his eyes looked up and down the feline, "Bah, tis a shame, such a pretty body and I can't even make you my pet anymore.." He gave a short huff before raising his brow even more cockily, "See anything else you like?" A brief wink given at the end of the words.

Stryder suddenly bursts back into the tavern. One of the bottles of booze he had just taken from Mesthak already opened and half empty in his hand. "Oh, Yeah! I forgot summin'!" The human moving over to the table with the pink fox and the Leopardess he grabbed the feline by the hand and tugged. "Come on, Kitten. Got to show you a new trick I learned last night. It's even better than the one you showed me." A twisted grin as Stryder pulled on Lisi towards the taverns exit. Obviously praying for her intimate company again.

Lisi crossed her arms over her spotted chest. She raised a thin brow at him, "Oh, hush." She said said to him, waving away the fox's words. "You're going to make my blush and embarrass me in front of the whole tavern." She jumped as she heard the door to the build being thrown open, seeing the man return. She gave him a sneer and looked back to the fox, only to have the human's hand around hers, pulling at her. She got up from her seat, letting him take her along. The feline looked back at the fox. "Maybe sometime soon I'll show you what else I like." She gave him a wink, then told the man tugging her along, "This better be good."

Stryder snorted at Lisi as they reached the door. The man pressing his lips against her in a sloppy, drunken kiss. "You know it'll be great, Kitten." As he held the door open with his back he looked to Balatro and spit in the fox's direction. "Pink looks good on you, Fox. Maybe one day you can join the two of us, that is if you ever learn to conjure up something interesting." Chuckling he would then pulled Lisi out of the tavern and charge towards Gualon.

Balatro found himself rather irritated at this moment in time, a woman who he had clearly impressed and he couldn't have! Damn females and wanting to only be tied down to one person at a time. He huffed once more as he laid down upon the table, curling up into a ball and observing the tavern for his next source of entertainment. Also, Stryder would totally find some mental message floatin about his head, ~I ain't sharin with you whelp, she would be all mine.. Wouldn't even want you around when I am finished with her.~