"I would have to say, my legs. I go where they lead me and for now they have lead me here. How about you? Have you lived here long or are you just passing through?"
Simeon noticed that she was wearing traveling clothes and she did have her hunting equipment with her--he stopped midthought. No one hunts with a longbow.
Post by Cephen Alexis on Aug 9, 2011 14:06:40 GMT -5
Cephen stepped into the Tavern, looking around to see there were any potential victims, as he sat down and ordered a drink. He was cautious and held onto his concealed iron dagger.
Last Edit: Aug 10, 2011 3:37:40 GMT -5 by Cephen Alexis
The Worgen finished his meal, and awkwardly finished his drink. He was never accustomed to "civilized" mannerisms feeling odd as he half slurped and lapped at the brew. He set his empty cup on the bar, adjusted his gear and stood form his seat.
"Thank you my good man, the service was excellent even if it was on a moments notice."
He said giving an awkward smile, even though it looked more like a snarl to those watching the beast.
"Anytime, anytime, I have served all manner of beings in this place, your kind is no exception to the rule."
The tavern keep stated giving a full hearted smile and waving. The Worgen nodded and began to make his way to the door.
Zaedus left the tavern the door banging softly against the jam as it settled closed. It seemed only mere moments afterwards the door came crashing open. A man, a merchant perhaps came running in, his clothes torn, fresh wounds decorated his body. Blood was flowing freely from some of them, leaving a small blood trail as he clambered through the tavern.
"HELP!...Yo...You must...Help!"
He stammered obviously out of breath, and struggling to breathe due to his wounds. He fell to one knee and looked around waiting for a response from some one.
Simeon turned quickly at the outburst. Wide-eyed, he saw the wounded man burst into the tavern. He raised a finger above his shoulder and said, "One moment..." as he got out of his seat and jogged over to the man.
"Lie down," he calmly instructed, "Can you tell me what happened?" He placed a hand on the man's shoulder to encourage him to follow instructions. Simeon's intentions were pure and sincere.
Grayell was on his way in for the usual too much to drink when he had spotted the apparently injured man enter the Tavern. He walked in behind him and attempted to place a hand on his shoulder.
The man swatted away all hands coming at him, he scurried backwards in a panic.
" Do not concern yourself with me.....ughh, Out side the town, we were travelling...along the forest path, we were.."
He clutched his side in pain as he tried to get his words out. He propped himself against the wall and put pressure on the wound on his rib cage. An expression of mild relief washed over his face.
" I was the lead of a merchant caravan heading here to trade out supplies, we were attacked on our way here. They were warriors of some sort, I would say human but I caught a look at one of them, it had no flesh upon the face. I have heard stories of the undead, but did not know they were ever true."
He grasped his side once more wincing in pain, his breaths were becoming shorter, and it seemed he was working harder to obtain such shorts gasps.
He looked up at Grayell, the life slowly draining from his eyes. He drew in one more breath.
"Head west, out of the main gate....ughh...you...you will find the wreckage, see if you find any clues, maybe tracks or anything...ughhhh..Don't let this..get...out..of hand..."
He grimaced as the last wave of pain had washed over his body. His skin paled and his head slumped forward, his last breath seeping out in a dull whisper.
Simeon quickly sprung from where he stood and knelt over the dying merchant. His entire body tensed as he brought his arms up by his shoulders. His eyes flashed a brilliant blue-white and literally shone like lanturns as he slammed his hands down on the man's chest.
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
An aura of the same blue-white light burst forth from his hands in a brilliant display of intensity.
Simeon frowned when he saw he had failed. Despite the generous amount of energy he poured into the merchant, he still couldn't heal him. The wound was too grievous and the man was too far gone.
Simeon stood and turned to the man who issued the challenge. "I go." As soon as the large warrior-of-a-man leaves, Simeon will too.
(I am going to consider Rae's story to be continued in it's own thread from here out so the tavern can continue on as usual. You can leave on that adventure and simply walk back in here pronto. No point holding the place up.)