Post by Anouke on Aug 19, 2009 13:38:32 GMT -5
((I'm aware I've posted little to none, and apologies to Athena for posting this without running it by her first, but I came up with an idea for a little story segment, and anyone else is welcome to come on in and add to it of their own accord.))
"OHHHHH AND A BOTTLE OF GIN AND PLENTY OF SIN FOR ME, O'!" sang a loud group of men at the largest table in the tavern, grease stains marking the meal they had eaten (a rather disgusting and questionable amount of stew which they had yet to pay for). For a tavern in this part of the city of Aksum, these men were well dressed, with little intention to pay these workers. Only one of them sat quietly at the table, sullenly looking about at the tavern's surroundings, as the rest cheered, and drank, and threw dice, gambling against each other, occasionally getting a little more rowdy then just good fun, making the bouncers send them a good long glare, which made them settle down and snicker for a little while.
"Bleedin' Hell lad, come join us at the game o' daggers!" roared one of the older men, clapping the silent, sullen youth on the shoulder. "Come on Nairien! Ain't a one of us who can throw like you!" begged another, on the verge of losing their money to another table entirely. Nairien rolled his eyes, then stood up with a broad grin, turning about and saying to his friends "Right now what am I---" a loud BANG cut him off midsentence. The entire tavern went silent, and turned to stare at the door where the noise had come from. The door had been slammed open, and it was a complete downpour outside, and the rain was coming in...but no one stood there.
"What's goin on?" whispered one of the barmaids to the man whose lap she was currently occupying. He shook his head, darting his eyes this way and that, and then turned to Nairien and said quietly "See anything?" Nairien shook his head and then his eyes widened and he gulped. "S-S-S-Straythe. Look behind you."
Slowly, the large, bearlike man, turned in his chair and stared in suprise, at what looked to be a gorgeous woman, clad in black leather pants, vest, a black silk cloak and nothing else save for a headscarf, a common style amongst the poor these days.
A lecherous smirk overtook Straythe's face and he shoved the barmaid out of his lap, standing up and looming over the petite, yet very beautiful woman. "Why hallo there sweetheart. Are you here to play with us?"
She looked up at him, slowly, opening her eyes wide so he could see the bright green of them, clearly not human, winked her left eye slowly, and said, "No, I'm here about a job." "What job?" asked Straythe, clearly confused. "Mine." she replied. As she did, he looked her up and down, eyes widening as he saw her tail twitch out from behind her, he looked back up to her face...and crumpled to the ground, his throat spraying blood.
The barmaids started screaming, and Nairien, amongst the others of his group leapt back, swearing explosively, drawing weaponry and circling up, looking about wildly. "What's going on?!" was demanded by multiple others within the group.
The woman reappeared and quietly said "I am merely doing my job, gentlemen. As I am a fair soul, and do like a good game...you may run. If I catch you, you may try to fight. Let the games...begin" she smirked, unwinding the headscarf as she spoke, and vanished once more in a blur as the men ran from the tavern....
"OHHHHH AND A BOTTLE OF GIN AND PLENTY OF SIN FOR ME, O'!" sang a loud group of men at the largest table in the tavern, grease stains marking the meal they had eaten (a rather disgusting and questionable amount of stew which they had yet to pay for). For a tavern in this part of the city of Aksum, these men were well dressed, with little intention to pay these workers. Only one of them sat quietly at the table, sullenly looking about at the tavern's surroundings, as the rest cheered, and drank, and threw dice, gambling against each other, occasionally getting a little more rowdy then just good fun, making the bouncers send them a good long glare, which made them settle down and snicker for a little while.
"Bleedin' Hell lad, come join us at the game o' daggers!" roared one of the older men, clapping the silent, sullen youth on the shoulder. "Come on Nairien! Ain't a one of us who can throw like you!" begged another, on the verge of losing their money to another table entirely. Nairien rolled his eyes, then stood up with a broad grin, turning about and saying to his friends "Right now what am I---" a loud BANG cut him off midsentence. The entire tavern went silent, and turned to stare at the door where the noise had come from. The door had been slammed open, and it was a complete downpour outside, and the rain was coming in...but no one stood there.
"What's goin on?" whispered one of the barmaids to the man whose lap she was currently occupying. He shook his head, darting his eyes this way and that, and then turned to Nairien and said quietly "See anything?" Nairien shook his head and then his eyes widened and he gulped. "S-S-S-Straythe. Look behind you."
Slowly, the large, bearlike man, turned in his chair and stared in suprise, at what looked to be a gorgeous woman, clad in black leather pants, vest, a black silk cloak and nothing else save for a headscarf, a common style amongst the poor these days.
A lecherous smirk overtook Straythe's face and he shoved the barmaid out of his lap, standing up and looming over the petite, yet very beautiful woman. "Why hallo there sweetheart. Are you here to play with us?"
She looked up at him, slowly, opening her eyes wide so he could see the bright green of them, clearly not human, winked her left eye slowly, and said, "No, I'm here about a job." "What job?" asked Straythe, clearly confused. "Mine." she replied. As she did, he looked her up and down, eyes widening as he saw her tail twitch out from behind her, he looked back up to her face...and crumpled to the ground, his throat spraying blood.
The barmaids started screaming, and Nairien, amongst the others of his group leapt back, swearing explosively, drawing weaponry and circling up, looking about wildly. "What's going on?!" was demanded by multiple others within the group.
The woman reappeared and quietly said "I am merely doing my job, gentlemen. As I am a fair soul, and do like a good game...you may run. If I catch you, you may try to fight. Let the games...begin" she smirked, unwinding the headscarf as she spoke, and vanished once more in a blur as the men ran from the tavern....