Edited to remove spammage. Lyrics © Voltaire; modified slightly by me for use in a medieval room.

Session Start: Fri Mar 14 00:39:49 2003

*** Now talking in #blkdragon*inn

* Ashlan` comes back down stair after a few moments.

* Cole` remains at the booth in which he sat at, his eyes are closed and his hands rest easily on the booths top

* Ashlan` lays 5 platum on the bar for the chair and then walks over to where Cole is.

<Ashlan`> care for some company again?

<Cole`> If it is you, Always 6 his eyes slowly open

* Cole` motions to the opposite side of the booth

* Ashlan` watches him for a moment then sits down beside him.

<Ashlan`> it is cold over there..:w:

* Cole` looks to ashlan and simply nods 1 I hope you slept well last eve

<Ashlan`> tell will i sleep as well this night as I did last Cole?

* Cole` arches a brow at her words. He then whispers in Enochian 1 You need to feed, It is quite apparent.

* Cole` purposely changes the subject for the moment, willing to get back to it in due time

<Ashlan`> nae I can not :vaw e:

* Cole` shakes his head ever so slightly, 1 You need to though :enochian:

<Cole`> And your sleep is up to you Ashlan, you know that. I have no objections either way.

<Ashlan`> :vqw Enoichan :; You know I have no source to fed...you know this don't you ?

* Cole` narrows his eyes slightly :vqwE: You do, But you refuse to use your sources.

*** Ethan`DarkSoul (Armageddon@Star7255.24.51.83.Dial1.Greenville1.Level3.net) has joined #blkdragon*inn

<Cole`> But your beliefs are yours, and I respect that, even though I do not agree with it

* Ethan`DarkSoul stepped through the door... he was a fairly decent heigth, for a Dark Elf... lockets of raven hair so black, light revealed a blue tint to it rested on his chest as two pointed ears stood out slightly from his skull... his face was a chizzled one, and unbeknownst to him, a small daemonic fae handprint shown on his neck...his attire was that of a simple black suit...

* Ethan`DarkSoul stood in silence... a silver elven symbol hung from his throat... coal black eyes with a scarlet purple hue looked about slowly takeing in that which surrounded him... but something was strange about this one, for he was no ordinary Drow....{{msg for pic}}

* Ashlan` looks at him and nods

* Ashlan` gets to her feet as she sees Ethan.

<Ashlan`> Goodevening Ethan

<Ashlan`> epp Ethan=BlackSpinx*)

* Ethan`DarkSoul 's gaze roamed ever so slowly over those in attendance.. a slight drawn up edge to the corner of his nose formed a soft sneer... but soon that sneer would fade as his features fell utterly cold as they had always remained... Finally after having made note of those around him, booted feet would come to shuffle slowly in stride to carry him across the wooden planks of the floor....

* Ashlan` sits back down..

* Cole` looks to ashlan as she sits back down

* Ashlan` offers a slight smile to Cole but is rather quiet.

* Ashlan` lowers her head somewhat.

* Cole` whispers to ashlan, 1 My ears are yours if you care to use them

* Ethan`DarkSoul shifts his gaze from side to side as he moved across the floor... first, it would fall upon the albino Legionia, then shift towards Woe.... as he finally reached his normal booth in the back of the inn where shadows shrouded like rapid falls, he would assume Ashlan and Cole where sitting there? He would come to slip into his booth with a fluid grace most Elder Kindred posessed...

* Ashlan` smiles as she hears Cole's offer of a freind who would listen if she wanted to talk.

* Ashlan` lifts her eyes to Ethan's and smiles abit

* Cole` shifts his eyes from ashlan to Blacksphinx, 1 Greetings my elven companion

<Ashlan`> How does thy fair tis night BlackSpinx?

*** Garlthik is now known as Asmodeus

* Ethan`DarkSoul shifted his head a degree or two to the side and lowered it ever so slightly in a curt nod towards the two before regaining his composure as his voice would present itself with that same deep haunting nearly growled tone it always did..." Good evening to you both.... I am well as can be expected Lady Ashlan... given recent events..." he glanced towards Cole..." And... how dost everything hold?" he had

* Ethan`DarkSoul {~cut~}... said as he turned to look about the room...

* Cole` nods to ethan, 1 I reconize the face but I can not place your name sire, what was it again 6 he arches a brow at his own words

* Ethan`DarkSoul 's gaze fell upon Keana for a moment as he looked moreso 'around' her figure, for there would her aura lay, which spoke louder than any word she could ever conjur.... and thus, he knew.... a soft smirk formed upon his lips and a slight shake of his head could be seen as he would come to reply to Cole...." BlackSpinx, sir..."

* Asmodeus pushes the door open and hobbles into the inn. Garbed in a tattered black robe of rough material that drags agains the floor, the hem quite dirty from the dust and dirt the man has walked through, and the hood pulled deep over his head darkening most of the mans face, sae a hawkish nose. But even with the cloak, one can readily tell the figure is someone of advanced aged. The robe shows the man's boney and6 ...

<Asmodeus> [-cut-]6 bent frame, a gnarled hand holds onto a cane for support.

* Ashlan` listens to them talk as she muses her thoughts.

* Cole` chuckles to himself, 1 can not even come up with a decent jest

* Asmodeus begins to shuffle towards Ethan and company without so much as a look around the Inn before he set off in their direction.

* Ethan`DarkSoul shifted his gaze towards the approaching one... he hadn't envited any one to join them, and wasn't too keen on being intruded upon... here, his lips would spread apart with a soft whisper of some dark arcanic words, eyes comming to narrow slightly as a forest green type myst seemed to swirl in from the outside to surround his irises.... his right hand would move from sight, the incantation on his...

* Ethan`DarkSoul {~cut~}... lips....

* Ashlan` nods slightly as Asmodeus comes in their direction she to is one that doesnt miss much

<Ashlan`> Goodevening M'Lord.

* Cole` looks over his shoulder to the new visitor

* Cole` studies Asmodeus intently

* Asmodeus tilts his head up as he draws near to the gathered, a little more light making its way into the hood and showing the mans face. It was as to be expected, wrinkled and sallow, but the eyes still showed great liveliness. His thin lips form into a smile, 1"Why, evenin' young lady. A second time we've met, though I see you're in better company this time around."

* Ashlan` smiles abit

* Cole` nods to the asmodeus

<Ashlan`> Asmodeus please meet BlackSpinx and Cole..BlackSpinx please meet Asmodeus..he helpped me with to huge cat like creatures that attacked me and him one night as we came into the inn.

* Ethan`DarkSoul would come to fall silent.... no longer had he spoke, nor chnted, or anything else for that matter... no, instead, he merely sat there and moved his gaze to those about the inn..... after an introduction had been made, hie would come to glance at the man once more, but not for very long.. perhaps long enough to offer a slight nod... it had seemed he didn't really care for many people.. perhaps even a.

* Ethan`DarkSoul {~cut~}... little hateful, but that infact wasnt the case, for hate was bagge, and he wasnt one to carry a load....

* Cole` nods hearing ashlans words 1 You have my Gratitude then sire, For aiding the lady in a time of need. I trust you were not seriously injured yourself?

* Asmodeus nods to each in turn. 1"Do you mind if an old man sits?"6 His voice is somewhat raspy, but oddly some of words seem to carry more weight with them. Sticking longer in the thoughts of those that hear it as the others fade from memory as part of normal conversation. 1"Oh, no-no. I was quite alright. I did little more than distract one of the things..."

* Cole` looks at the booth, noticing the only open spot was next to Blacksphinx.

* Ashlan` gets up and lets Asmodeus have a seat and she sits with Ethan.

<Ashlan`> please do join us.

* Ethan`DarkSoul would come to rise from where he sat, and move around the man as to come to rest against a plank of wood of the wall... there, his shoulder would press as his arms doubled over his chest... his head would come to gesture towards the seat, but no words were spoken....

* Cole` watches the exchange of people with a arched brow,

* Asmodeus continues to smile as he takes his seat, adjusting himself with quite a show of effort. 1"Thank you kindly."

* Ashlan` sits down as Ethan gets up she is extreamly quiet.

<Ashlan`> How have you been Asmodeus?

* Cole` looks to ashlan with sadden eyes

* Ethan`DarkSoul let his gaze roam freely and ever so slowly over those in attendance... he said nothing, nor had he any intentions on doing so, but instead mearly held that Dead demeanor which he always had... there he would remain watching listening somewhat to th conversation behind him...

<Asmodeus> As well as an old man can be expected to be, thank you for asking. And you? Do you find yourself well after your run in with those things, I hadn't a chance to see how you fared...?

* Cole` now turns his attension to asmodeus

<Ashlan`> i am as well as can be expected M'Lord.

* Cole` nods to himself, 1 My appoligies sir, Excuse my Rudeness, My name is Cole

* Asmodeus turns his head towards Cole, the hood still pulled up in place, 1"Hardly a rudeness, I made no offer of my name either young man. I am Asmodeus."

* Cole` nods to him, 1 well met

* Cole` absently reaches into a deep pocket of his coat and produces a rather small book, He always seemed to have plenty of these available to those that knew him, may of noticed by now, opening it to a marked page his eyes slip into the pages of the book

<Ashlan`> Asmodeus might I ask you a question if you will please?

* Asmodeus rests his hands on the top of his cane, as he sits hunched over in his seat. He casts a glance to Ethan's direction. 1"A quiet fellow, eh?"

<Ashlan`> aye he is indeed.

* Cole` nods hereing asmodeus's words

* Asmodeus turns his attention back to Ashlan when she addresses him, 1"Right, right. What would you like to know young lady?"

* Ethan`DarkSoul 's gaze came to shift ever so slightly over the back of his shoulder assuming he was the one being referred to as a quiet fellow... however he would say nothing, but only return his gaze forward and continue to watch those whom dwelled within the confinements....

<Ashlan`> Is there a kindred prince in this realm or is it open for any who dare accept such a responsiblity, what are the customs here for in my home lands i hold such a title and wouldn't wish to impose upon anothers domain..::vvqw she leans forward so only he may hear her::

* Cole` arches a brow slightly just before flipping the page of his book gently and carefully

*** Kobra is now known as {-D-}

* Asmodeus casts a quick glance towards the rest of the room, before chuckling softly. His reply is in an equally hushed tone, 1"You over estimate the quality of the kind here. No, there is no prince, such as you call it. Plenty have laid claim to it, and many still do. They're all rabble and die at the hands of hunters and King's men."

<Ashlan`> I see..

<Ashlan`> it does me good then to know i do not intrude upon another's realm...:vqw:

* Cole` moves a hand up and absently touches his forhead for a moment, before moving it back down and flipping the page of his book

<Ashlan`> we know that a true prince would rule behind an curtian and not be so open..i see why you would call them rabble..:vqw:

<{-D-}> 14"Actually." 6Softness intrudes upon softness - carrying across the room rather easily, and rather unnaturally, despite its near silence - a voice from a table a good distance from Ashlan and Company's own - a stranger is seated there. 15"You might be surprised."

* Asmodeus nods, his hood slipping back a bit as he does.

* Ashlan` glances over the room for a moment till she finds the one that intruded upon the whispered conversation..she watches him for a moment..then looks back to Asmodeus.

* Asmodeus turns to look towards D, 1"Cryptic words, care to speak plainer so this daft old man might follow with greater ease?"

* Cole` raises his eyes towards asmodeus now, hearing his words

* Ethan`DarkSoul merely stood there posed against the wall resting on his shoulder... he heard the words which had been spoken, nose shifting to the side lifting abit for no reason at all, then lower.... he knew the scent, for he never forgot anything....however he said nothing, but merely stood thee, arms doubled over his chest as he listened....

<{-D-}> 6He would be tall, were he to stand. A gaunt, but strong build might be gauged beneath his crisp black attire; the bearing of a warrior, despite the apparel of nobility; he wears all black, the uniform of anonymity in a place such as this. A lengthy coat, lapels intricately brocaded; lined with deep vermillion. Laced sleeves protrude in white from beyond those of the coat; the vest beneath is also black, but the silk6...

<{-D-}> 6...6 shirt pale - as pale as the face above it.

* Ashlan` watches D quietly for a moment noting his appearance...the waits to see if he dare make a fool of himself..her eyes hold an emotionless composure as well as her expression.

* Cole` moves the books marker to the page he is on and closes it, slipping it back into his coat his gaze follows asmodeus's and ashlans towards D

<{-D-}> 6Angular features cast in sculpted ice; silver-white coils brush the cheeks, spill down the shoulders and past them; his face is hard and hawkish, the profile aquiline and the ruddy, full lips cruelly smiling beneath a well-groomed white moustache; a tiny goatee clasps his tapered chin. But, ah, the eyes; if the gaze of an arctic wolf could be frozen and transplanted into the face of a man, such would this gaze be -6...

<{-D-}> 6...6 layers of frosted blue, near-white in its intensity. An ebon cane tipped with a silver dragon's head lays across his lap. He bows his head slightly, still wearing the carnivore's smile -

<{-D-}> 6And speaks at normal volume, his rich accent - a foreigner, for certain - permeating the ears of the room in tones of eldritch honey. 14"There is most certainly a Prince. What city of this size would be without one? However, it would be rather foolish to presume such a being would frequent..."6 6He waves a kid-gloved hand dismissively about the tavern, lip curling ever-so-slightly.

<{-D-}> 6He needs not finish.

<Shuwyt> 6Click. Click. Click. The hollow echo of boot-heels on cobblestone, on porch-board; the woman who wears them approaches the Inn, one hand delicately seizing - there's an oxymoron for ya - a portion of her voluminous skirts as she ascends the steps, the other stretching forth to grasp at the latch, and pull the portal gently open.

*** Shuwyt is now known as Caileh

* Ethan`DarkSoul smirked softly to himself, though his face would remain emtotionless as he watched the man... finally, his voice would allow itself to be known..." Not trying to make anyone leave this place because it suites you this morning?" was all he would come to say....

* Asmodeus clucks his tongue and shakes his head, turning back to those he was sitting with and speaks softly, 1"Like I said...many claim the title. Each a fool in his own right."

* Cole` glances back to asmodeus and nods his head

<{-D-}> 14"This morning." 6He answers Ethan, without skipping a beat - 14"You are being quiet." 6He turns his attention from the fellow with a wry twist of his lips, addressing now Asmodeus - and, more importantly, Ashlan. 14"Indeed. And you would hardly want this young lady to join their ranks, by adding another false claim to the bucket. Would you, now?"

<{-D-}> 6The icy eyes offer silent challenge; what game does this stranger play? His mind is a chessboard; the pieces begin to move, as do his fingers, clasping together over the head of the silver dragon. Its single ruby eye catches the firelight, offers a mirthful twinkle.

* Ethan`DarkSoul smirked lowly as he would come to reply no sooner than the man himself had spoken..." This morning like any other, I remain quiet, for -I- know one can't learn with their mouth steadily moving, which -some- seem to fail to comprehend..."

* Ashlan` turns back to Asmodeus once more.

<Ashlan`> are you the eldest here in the realm or is there another? :w:

* Cole` whispers to himself more than to anyone else 14 Beware the Malkavian and the omens which he brings

<Caileh> 6The fabric is released as she manuevers through the crack; the skirts are layered, lady-like, proper; the topmost an inky black, and slit down the center to reveal an underskirt of sharply-constrasting scarlet; from beneath whose hem peek the ruffles of a starkly-white petticoat. The bodice as well is of tight-pulled black; the top half of the chemise is pulled low upon her shoulders. Eyes of jade - which is to say of a certain shade -

<Caileh> 6- of green that has had flung upon it all manner of gold and copper-brown flecks (not unlike the canvas of some mad painter) flit over the room and blink once as she nudges the door shut once more, and the corner of her mouth quirks wryly. "Well. *This* ought ta be interestin'."

* Asmodeus cocks his head ever so slightly, his smile becoming even tighter, his voice falling to almost an inaudible level, 1"...too my knowledge...yes."6 For all his play acting the part of an old man, he still cannot resist the urge to push his ego along at times.

<{-D-}> 6He doesn't respond to Ethan. The dark elf seems to have slipped beneath his notice; perhaps he doesn't have enough to teach the dark-clad stranger to truly garner his interest. He remains still, hands folded, waiting for a reply to his own words; the smile is etched fainly upon his lips. His glance turns faintly; his nose finds a vaguely familiar scent and his eyes find the accompanying form; Caileh - he registers6...

<{-D-}> 6...6 familiarity, but not recognition, and speaks to Ashlan once more - 14"Do not kid yourself, my lady."6 6He speaks at last, smoothly and not without his share of coercive silk-in-sound - 14"It is unbecoming, to say the least. I have seen vampires here proclaim their years to number in the millions. Indeed, does such a time period not place their creation before that of the progenitor of your race?"6 6Your race?

<{-D-}> 14"You would do well not to be fooled by such...public boasts."

<Caileh> 6She moves aside swiftly enough; with her luck, she'd forget where she was, and then someone would open the door, and, well - it shouldn't be too hard to conjecture as to where *that* would lead. The strap over her shoulder is allowed to slide off as she takes up position leaning against the wall; the lute to which it is attached finds it way into her hands, and ringed fingers take to stroking idly over its strings - though what sound it produces -

<Ashlan`> then by general kindred laws you are the eldest whom we are to seek wisdom and counciling from yes? wouldnt you agree? :vqw speaking to asmodeus once again, onces she is finished she turns her attention back to D for a moment::

* Cole` arches a brow slightly hearing ashlan's words, He truly hoped she meant "we" as in the kindred in general, and not including him specificly for any of her plans.

* Cole` ponders this for a few moments, and decides that he will need to talk to ashlan about this at a later and more propper time

* Asmodeus straightens a bit and turns to look towards D once more, letting Ashlan's question go unanswered for the moment, 1"Quite keen ears you have, its a shame they're not connected to an equally keen head."

* Ashlan` smerks abit noting Cole's reaction to her question that was ment in general terms as she frist stated.

<Caileh> 6- is subdued at best, and sometimes absent entirely; her attention is elsewhere at the moment, as evidenced by the forward turn of high-pointed ears (which are far more willing to offer musical comment, being strung with a veritable symphony of hoops and tiny bells). One mottled eye winks out briefly as D's gaze happens across hers, then returns to its previous state of bland-seeming observation; she eases half-bared shoulders against the wall -

* Ethan`DarkSoul shook his head ever so slightly as the man made an example of what he spoke, steadily flapping his lips. No more would he address the man, for all the 'Intelligent' demeanor he put on, he was but truely some mere idiot wrapped up in politics and things of the liking... thus, no more would he even acknowledge the man, but only focus him out of the crowed which he further observed....

<Caileh> 6- and draws a breath; the sort that is a little deeper than is truly necessary. The bodice-straining type.

* Asmodeus turns away from D once more to answer Ashlan, 1"There are no such laws binding our kind in this land, but feel free to ask of me. But I can't gurantee this old man will easy to find when answers are needed."

<{-D-}> 6The eyes of frost wander over to Asmodeus once more - though his expression is as mild as ever, there is something in those eyes - a haughty but far from arrogant strength; windows to a mind as old as the homeland whose rich green fields feed greedily from the blood spilled there of old. 14"Please. You read too much into my words, my friend. I made no insinuation nor inclusion of present company - only pride could6...

<{-D-}> 6...614 make such a connection! Surely, you are not about to sink to seeking petty dispute with a humble stranger. If so, then this conversation is over."

* Ashlan` glances to D once more after giving Asmodeus a warm smile..she watches him as he speaks.

<Cole`> Then allow it to be over, For only your own pride keeps this conversation going. 6 he finally speaks to the man,

* Ashlan` looks at Asmodeus once more..and whispers yet again.

* Ethan`DarkSoul glanced slightly over his shoulder towards Cole, a strange grin playing upon his lips... atlewast -he- knew... however he would say nothing but return his gaze forward and ressume observing those who dwelled within the inn...

<Ashlan`> who owns the inn here if one my ask?

* Ethan`DarkSoul -w>

<Caileh> 6She does, however, have a reason for doing so, so perhaps it can be excused - just this once. The left hand curls lovingly around the instrument's neck; the right plucks more purposely at the strings; rosen lips part to add the vocal accompaniment - not a terribly bad one, at that; it has rather the charming lilt to it, if one is into being charmed; it is a decidely elven one, not that this is likely to be anything unusual. Its effect are likely diminished somewhat, however, by -

<{-D-}> 14"It is sad, then. My words were only meant to inform and to jest. I did not intend them to be taken in offense..." 6Another glance sidelong betrays his interest in the Elfwench; that face, he knows, that scent; the playful glimmer of jaded eyes; he cannot help but add a wicked little smile. If that was whom he was beginning to believe it was, then she'd have seen -this- scene before - several hundred times. Almost6...

<{-D-}> 6...146 distractedly, he adds -14"Perhaps you should, pardon my pun and colloquialism, 'lighten up'."

<{-D-}> 14"And humor a tired stranger seeking company among his own in foreign parts."

* Asmodeus replies to Ashlan dryly, as stating something that everyone should know, 1"The king own's this inn."

<Caileh> 6- 14~Oh, the moon was full, and the colour of blood, the night the pirates came to the Vampire Club. Their leader was tall and snide and slim; he looked like a gay Captain Morgan.~ 6It is also definitely fortunate that Caileh is already going straight to Hell, as this would probably secure her a place were she not. 14~Well, he recognized a vampire from his school, and he did something that was most uncool; he said, 'Hey, everybody, see that fool in the cape? His name's Bernie Weinstein, and he's -

<Caileh> 14- in the eigth grade.'~

* Ashlan` smiply smiles though she finds this bit of information abit amuseing.

* Cole` leans back in his booth seat, and adjusts the collar of his long black leather Coat

<Ashlan`> How does one get audiance with the King in this realm M'Lord to pay him respectfull homage..for none ever have I heard mention of him or his name even? I fear if he walked in here in simple clothes i would not know him for none even have spoke of what he appears to look like. ::vqw::

* Asmodeus rasps at D once more, 1"You seek company in a most unkind manner."6 He leaves it at that before addressing Ashlan again.

<Caileh> 6The bard pauses briefly, sucks in another breath; her fingers shift a bit upon the strings. 14~Fangs were flyin', capes were torn! Hell hath no fury like a vampire scorned. The number one rule in this game - never call 'im by his real name. Wigs were pulled, top hats were crushed! - by pointy boots in a rush; and Boris at the bar oders a bud, and says, 'It's just another night at the Vampire Club.'~ 6Seen it, heard it, could write a book about it. Or a song, perhaps.

<Asmodeus> Our kind does not get an audience with the King.

<{-D-}> 6There's little need, really, to whisper - everyone present seems to be of the like to be able to hear a pin drop clear across the room, and the inn is quiet enough that they don't even have to try very hard. 14"Milady, that is because the King has not been seen for some time now. The throne is being kept warm for him, so to speak."6 6And a gentle smile is offered, as well as another congenial bow of his head. He was6...

<{-D-}> 6...61466 amused half to death, pun intended, by the reaction he'd gotten from these ones - he was sincere in his words that he had meant no offense. Indeed, it was -he- who found their reactions unnecessarily hostile. Angst ran like blood....

<Ashlan`> Asmodeus come now..do you think I would openly announce our kind to any mortal or other then when it is nessary...its a code which i tend to favor the most slient you are about what you are is the longer one may exist..how would they know if they were not told? ::vqw::

<{-D-}> 6...and then he heard the song coming from the bard.

* Cole` whispers 14 I must admit, through all the cities I have seen, None have so blatently have had the masquerade thrown to the wind. If I did not know better, the Sabbat ran this city.

<Caileh> 6Pushes off the wall, then, and flounces further into the room; the skirts swirl about her feet - which have taken to clicking again; bootheels upon floorboards. 14~Missy lost a fang in th'ladies' room; we all laughed and called her 'Snaggletooth' - and Dee was mad 'cause 'e broke 'is cane - ~ 6Those lips twist up most delghtedly; the woman winks again - at the air, apparently, as she's whirled to beam at a bottle left abandoned on a nearby table.

*** Chancery (shaded@Star7681.mstn.interhop.net) has left #BlkDragon*Inn

* Ashlan` has apprently totally ignored the bard entirely once it opened it's mouth to sing her gathering of infomation was the only thing on her mind and those right there with her.

<{-D-}> 6The expression that comes across his face is rather fascinating to watch. It runs the gamut; starting with a meeting of his brows over his nose and his eyes flaring in what might be shock, confusion, or abject fury; probably the latter- running through a sneer that brushes beneath his moustache at the bit about the cane - was that directed at him personally, then? - but, though all manner of things might be read from6...

<{-D-}> 6...6 his expression, his face finally breaks like the ice on a lake come springtime; and what comes out is a hearty, booming laugh made rich and musical by that accent.

<{-D-}> 6He slaps the table with a palm, the black top-hat resting there jumping a few inches at the tremor.

<Caileh> 14~ An' flushed 'is contacts down th'drain! ~ 6Pause. 15"...I have nae idea what th'hell that means." 6Nor cares, it would seem; one shoulder lifts in an idle sort of shrug; she turns again to plunk down on the tabletop. 15"Now, where was I? Ah, right. 14~There was so much angst after th'fight, Vlad an' Akasha broke up that night! While some rivet-heads danced in a puddle o'goo - that used ta be Father You-Know-Who.~

* Orwell raises a hand in the air and blurts out, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Er..." then flops back in his chair.

* Asmodeus shakes his head, 1"Magic. This land is rife with it. For all our scurrying about, its possible for one to revealed quite easily."

<Ashlan`> anyone can thart magicks Asmodeus if they are clever enough and wise enough to know when to do so..:vqw:

* Cole` glances at ashlan for a moment

<Ashlan`> do you think at frist sight you knew me for what we are? :vqw:

<{-D-}> 6At last, it seems to have clicked just who the elf-bard is; he continues to laugh, shaking his head and now rising from his seat, brushing his long coat about himself - his posture is quite regal, and in gazing at him one might imagine him standing like that on the battlements of a great fortress, or in the throne room of kings - whether with his back to a throne of gold or the seat a clandestine domain of darkness,6...

<{-D-}> 6...6 this man issues forth by his mere presence - or is that Presence? - an aura of cruel and absolute authority.

<Caileh> 6Those booted feet kick forward; ankles cross in the instant that the ruffles are aloft, likely in order to prevent the entire mess from becoming horribly tangled. There is a break in her regale - perhaps a merciful one - as she readjusts the lute so that the rounded portion rests in her lap; though it is filled at least in part by a chiming of those belled ears as they swivel toward the laughing nobleman; the jaded eyes gleam merrily. -

* Asmodeus rises from his seat, leaning heavily on his cane, 1"I'll not help in that particular endeavor. Now, I am leaving."6 He turns to hobble towards the door without waiting for any response he might get.

<{-D-}> 14"You would do better hiding yourselves by simply not speaking of such things in a public tavern full of supernatural beings as you, to my experience, all too frequently do. Whispering will not conceal you. I suggest telepathy, and for the Devil's sake do not broadcast!" 6He takes a step toward Caileh, half-bowing, though he still speaks to the others - 14"You have nothing to fear from the crowd tonight. It seems6...

<{-D-}> 6...14614 all here are one of you, save myself and this fine lady here - who is, if you knew her, -exempted-."

<Mall[workin]> Holy piles of flaming shit batman@

* Ashlan` frowns abit as Asmodeus leaves..she has ignored D for the longest time in her book an skirt chaser and flamboyant.

<Caileh> 6- And then it is over in the space of a breath - the silence, that is; she does not respond to the acknowledgement; only launches straight into the next verse. 14~Well, it's hard ta believe, but they're still around! An' when they hang out, it's upside-down. Dressed in black from toe ta head, singin', 'Bela Lugosi's still undead!' A gaggle o'goths is a peaceful sight. They'll do anythin' ta avoid a fight.~ 15An' boy, dun I know it. -

*** Asmodeus is now known as Sesada

<{-D-}> 6Pot, meet kettle. Hardly a skirt-chaser, was the stranger. He wouldn't dirty his fangs in anything local - in fact, if one were to simply ask, one might discover that he long ago found his bride. The ring gleams upon his finger. Unlike most others here, he could have a conversation with an adult female without intending to bed them; this singing woman he had met only once before, but she was - literally - a friend of6...

<{-D-}> 6...6 a friend, and he enjoyed her mirthful tune, clasping his hands behind his back, now, and standing to listen.

* Cole` looks to ashlan

<Mall[workin]> 6And uhm. A man falls from the rafters, crashing through a table, and systematically getting a rather large chunk of wood impaling him. Up into his back, through his spine and out his stomach to allow blood to spatter over the floor.

<{-D-}> 6To which D purrs - 14"How kind. They've provided us a buffet."

<Caileh> 14~But ifn y'really want ta see some gore an' blood, jus' wait 'til th'Drow come ta th'Vampire Club!~ 6Such a pleased expression on the elfin face; she swings her feet again, playfully. 14~Fangs were flyin', capes were torn! Hell hath no fury like a vampire scorned.~ 6Clickunk! And off the table with a little leap; the skirts fly up, flutter down; she spins out again -

* Ashlan` meets Cole's eyes with her own.

<Caileh> 6- there is a blink of those golden-flecked eyes as the - buffet - arrives; though she does not falter in spouting the last few lines. 14~Th'number-one rule in this game - never call 'im by his real name. Wigs were pulled, top hats were crushed! - by pointy boots in a rush; an' Boris at th'bar orders a blood, an' says - ~

<Cole`> Not exactly in our normal element. But with time the answers will come my lady 6 he whispers to her

<Caileh> 6Here, she pivots to face D, grinning like a maniac - which may not be all that far off, given *this* performance - and chirps cheerfully, ~It's just another night at th'Vampire Club!~ 6One booted toe sweeps back; she places her weight on the forward-most foot, and sweeps into a flamboyant bow.

<Caileh> 6And there was much redundancy and sweeping, due to it being seven am. Le feh.

* Ashlan` nods slowly in agreement

<Cole`> And I did mean what I said, if you ever need a ear, Mine is always available, no matter the subject.

<{-D-}> 6His high-set nostrils twitch and his eyes seem drawn sidelong to the impaled form, but he manages to bring his gloved hands together for Caileh; the clapping rings out loud and clear among the heady stares and smouldering silence passing about the rest of the patronage; he steps closer to the woman, still clapping, his rather pointed teeth - though one could not call them fangs, for they merely gave him a rather6...

<{-D-}> 6...6 predatory smile - prickling upon his ripe lower lip.

<Ashlan`> thank you Cole.

* Cole` nods while giving her a sincere smile

<{-D-}> 6One might wonder, if he were dressed in black, pallid and sharp of canine, why he referred consistently to the other night-walkers as being separate from himself.

* Ashlan` looks up at Ethan and smiles happy he is one of her protectors..she glances back at Cole.

<Ashlan`> I like Asmodues.:w:

* Cole` nods 1 he seems a good enough fellow

* Cole` glances at sunstrider, then looks back to ashlan

<{-D-}> 14"Pardon you, sir." 6Issues he, recognising also the aura striding through the door and knowing that in his unfed state he has no real means to conceal himself - 14"I happen to resemble all of that remark save, I hope, the last."

<Caileh> 6Reddish locks are sung into place behind her shoulders as she straightens; in the front, they are woven into tiny braids and further ornamented by an artificial plumage; feathers of various hue that caress her face before falling in with the rest of the wild mane. Now that she has a chance to lay off the rushed spilling of the irreverant ballad, her breath comes more swiftly, trying to catch itself; her cheeks are flushed, the jaden eyes -

<Caileh> 6- glittering brightly as they fix again on the nobleman. 14"Well, at least *someone* around here likes my singin'. Hmf." 6A sniff; oh, how wounded!

*** Mall[workin] is now known as Ilthorn

*** Ilthorn is now known as Mallack

<Cole`> I grow tired my lady, I plan on returning to my have, 6 he looks to her knowingly asking her with his eyes if she planned on joining him still

<Cole`> (haven)

* Cole` speaks in enochian

<Mallack> 6Another figure is in the rafters, this just resting there blending in. Of course, emerald eyes do watch the people and things below. It's all a part of who he is. Well, most likely.

<{-D-}> 6Given the two who just strode in, and the words from Cole, the man known in these parts only by a letter - for his full moniker brings with it bothersome assumptions - twists a bitter little smile, and murmurs knowingly to the Wench - 15"I predict a change in the weather. These other bloodsuckers will shortly, conveniently, vanish to their safehouses, and I will be left to face the ensueing mess alone. Before it6...

<{-D-}> 6...615 starts, may I ask how our mutual friend, M, fares?"6 6He chooses to use the first letter of said friend's name, also - another troublesome moniker.

<Ashlan`> go ahead Cole..i will be fine..i will come along later if that is alright?

* Cole` nods to her and smiles ever so softly, 1 My gaurdians, know who you are and you will not have any problems entering the place

<SunStrider> 14"No.. He didn't have a thimble of your class.. The knave stooped so low to bother me on my night off.." 6Brutal honesty has always been the armoured dreadnought's best and only form of diplomacy, and the statement is accompanied by a little gesture by the paladin squeezing a piece of imaginary thimble between his thumb and forefinger. He eyes the strange vampire warily, as they don't usually just sit there and be well.. so damn

<SunStrider> 2 * 6 ere and be well.. so damn polite and all, it just dosen't sit right with the knight.. 14"M is for.. Mephisto?" 6Well.. It's the only M he knows of sufficient caliber to rate a mention..

* Ashlan` nods and smiles

<Ashlan`> allright

* Cole` moves to slip out of the booth

<Ashlan`> be well Cole.

<Caileh> 6The tips of her fingers strum again across the well-used strings; there is given another snippet of song - 14~All hail th'king o'dunces~ 6- but no more than that; there is, as always, the slightest clashing of metal as the tips of her ears turn toward spoken word; a bootheel clicks - she is an orchestra in herself - as she steps closer to the nearest member of the House of One Initial-Names; eyes narrow, hinting that the formation of a scowl -

* Cole` stands and bows towards ashlan. he smiles once more, revealing more in that smile then he had ever intended.

* Cole` turns on his head and heads for the door

<Cole`> (heal not head :) )

<SunStrider> 6Heel actually..

<Cole`> (well thats too :)

* Cole` walks out the door, glancing back one last time towards ashlan before stepping out

<Caileh> 6- could be soon to follow. 15"Och, I ain't e'en a fortune-teller, an' I'm knowin' yer right there." 6The expression is replaced with a smirk; though it is not wholly felt - it is not amused - nor is the smile that chases it away in turn. 14"Doin' well enough, I'd wager. We had a hell ova party th'other night, in fact. Pity y'couldnae come; I'm sure y'would o'loved it."

<{-D-}> 14"Sin and buggery. I am found out." 6Murmurs he, beneath his breath; well, one down, and rather swiftly; he was glad, for that one had stung him before, and he still felt the echoes of that wound. It had not been pleasant. He wondered, somewhat idly at the moment, what the attacking duo had been; for he had not encountered their ilk before. 14"A pity indeed. My home has become....cold and lonesome of late."

<Caileh> 6She cannot help but snicker at his response; one hand leaves the lute to locate its strap and pull it back onto her shoulder, that she need not balance it constantly. 14"Such an' appropriate choice o'words." 6A hip is leant against the edge of the table that had been her perch previously; a thoughtful sort of murring escapes her. 14"I'd offer ta fix that, but..." 6A wry grin.

<SunStrider> 14"Right.." 6Mentioning Mephisto, sin and buggery and the fact your home is cold and lonesome in the same conversation would bring a tidlewave of ridicule and nasty insults, if the person you were talking about was anyone but SunStrider. . such a golden chance at inspiring berserk fury or a hurt but savage counter response is lost as he isn't really the brightest when it comes to trading insults. But he's got a wicked sense of hu

<SunStrider> 2 * 6 got a wicked sense of humour when pondering life, universe and stuff. . a optimistic cynic if there ever was one, his darkly humoured words never matching his actions.. 14"So.. Yeah.. Have it at you.." 6He reaches slowly for his sword, giving the vampire some measure of warning that his intentions aren't exactly peaceful..

<SunStrider> 6Switches that about with to.. Blood and ashes..

<{-D-}> 14"...my wife would probably not approve." 6He finishes Caileh's sentence for her, and takes a step back from the woman, distancing himself rather politely should some large area attack fall upon him; he unclasps his hands from behind his back, one of them lifting the top-hat to his snowy crown and the other resting his cane to the floor in front of him. They are now, of course, absent from the nearby table where they6...

<{-D-}> 6...146 had rested. 14"I thank you, kind stranger, for the comment on my class. I suppose a postponement of the dance is out of the question? As you can see from my complexion, no doubt, I have committed no crime in this city, nor supped upon any of its citizens."

<Caileh> -14...precisely. 6Ah, how mournful her expression becomes, then; lips of rose purse most sweetly - overly so, in fact, and likely done on purpose; eyes of green and gold turn upon the knight, and the tip of her tongue clucks lightly against the top of her mouth. 14"Oh, bleedin' hells! Do y'really have ta do this right now? I am *tryin'* ta talk here, an' ta someone I ain't seen in months an' months!"

* Ashlan` gets up and makes her way out...she joins Cole in his haven where she is safe..

*** Ashlan` is now known as Ashlan`Haven

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<SunStrider> 14"That makes for a very unconvincing argument and vampires are quite prone to such moral justification when it suits *them*, like a murder committed elsewhere is any less important then a corpse placed at my feet. . nor does makes the man infront of me with bloody hands any less a killer." 6And with the grated scrape of steel his blade clears his sheath with the brilliant glow of enchanted golden metal, the nimbus of faith surro

<SunStrider> 2 * 6 the nimbus of faith surrounding the knight stretching out as if the sun unfurling it's glory as the clouds part.. 14 "So when you happen to turn vegetarian I'll turn an ear to hear out such a plea.."

<SunStrider> 6Meanwhile.. When Sun finishes talking.. The vampire has left and tucked his business card in his top pocket.. :P

<Caileh> 14...an' maybe more 'n that, come ta think of it... 6The jaden eyes drift toward the ceiling for a smattering of seconds as she continues to ponder; finally giving up - ah, and there's that promised frown; such a petulant little thing, she is. The elfin nose wrinkles, she sniffs again - delicately, offendedly - slender arms curl tightly about the body of the lute and hug it to her own. 14"I ain't thinkin' 'e's bloody well th'only killer in 'ere!" -

<Caileh> 6Her gaze darts around the room briefly, and she hmfs quietly. 14"Well. Mebbe right now, seein' as all th'rest done run off like a pack o'hyenas wi'their tails 'twen their legs, but - still! Den o'in-ih-qui-tee, an' all that!"

<{-D-}> 14"Please. As if your own hands have never been washed in blood. You are a man of the blade, and defender of the faith - would it surprise you, were I to tell you that I once held a position not so different to your own?" 6A sidelong, rather apologetic glance to Caileh - but she ought to know this one's pride will not let him back down and be lumped into the same category as the rest of the proclaimed fleeing hyenas;6...

<{-D-}> 6...146 no, he would to very little to assosciate himself with -them-. The cane is hefted in front of his face, it swishes in the air, slashing in a circular arc down to his own side before it is brought before him - one hand tucked at his back. A fencing salute?

<SunStrider> 14"So are you the type who abandoned your gods or are you the type who say they abandoned you?" 6Curiosity prompts him to ask his question as he raises the simple yet well-crafted hilt of his blade to his chest, much like the rest of the masterfully crafted sword it speaks of straightforwardness and strength as if to mirror it's wielder and companion. . hammering his chest loudly in a knight's martial salute.

<SunStrider> 2 * 6 ute.

<Caileh> 6Indeed; for all her own tendancies to extract herself from situations in which she is not absolutely certain she will come out on top - when such is vital - the Elfwench seems to have a knack for associating with those who will not - granted, at times, such is quite to her advantage, but then there are the occasions like this... 14"Well." 6Sniff. 14"You suck, then." 6A nod, as sagely as she can manage to contrive; the befeathered braids bounce a bit. 14"and you - "

* Jaylene truges through the mud and slush of the hilly path through the forrest towards the infamious tavern she had been warned about.

<Caileh> 14"And you," 6rather, simply because that looks nicer, and the shell's keyboard is rebelling. She glares at the knight again, golden-flecked eyes scrutinizing him closely all the while - and then a hand leaves the lute, comes to her mouth and curls into a fist, which is pressed against rosen lips in a rather futile attempt to stifle her laughter. 14"Ne'ermind. I wun e'en go there."

<{-D-}> 14"If I must give a reason, I will settle upon it being... a mutual disassosciation." 6He gives a wry smile - 14"And should I meet my final end here, may I have the honour of knowing whom I faced?" 6The hard white face is changing, a little - not physically, but in spirit, a wolven chill entering into those eyes, a sculpture to the snow-skinned features hardening further; the smile almost bestial.

* Jaylene enters via the back door and leaves her hiking cane outside.

* Jaylene is a female human in the early stages of puberty with hazel eyes and loose auburn hair to her shoulders. She isn't an extraordinary beauty but neither is she unattractive. She wears a grey woolen pullover and plain brown leather breeches. Her leather shoes are dirty from working with pigs all day, her rough hands are obviously those of one has worked many days in the feilds.

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<SunStrider> 6Mun waits the prescribed five minutes before declaring the fight stillbourne.. Although at least he knows this one will come back..

* Jaylene takes in the scene in cinamatic slow motion...or perhaps lag...and stands in shoke, staring open mouthed at the knight.

<SunStrider> 6The knight isn't there, never was. . what she thought was a knight was light from Venus glancing off a weather balloon. Really..

* Jaylene blinks away the illusion and goes back to sneaking into a public house of ill repute against her father's wishes.

<Caileh> 6Which is sort of a pity, as Caileh wasn't quite done insulting him yet - hadn't even started, in fact. Ah, well. The bard straightens, stretches, a vertebrae crackling lightly; pushes away from the table; the instrument-strap is adjusted once more, and she clicks back out the way she came. Which, unlike so many others, was the front door.

*** Caileh is now known as Shuwyt

Session Close: Fri Mar 14 09:06:52 2003

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