The Inn of the Singing Rose

This is to introduce Runihura to Sanctus Irae.





Having originally been born long before the shattering, this man’s life has been of little consequence to the world in many, many years. His original incarnation had been in a time long past, even before the shattering.

This is where his story begins. As a child he had been born in the deepest of deserts, a rather chaotic place as godlike beings vied for dominance and peace over the land. Huge structures had been raised to honor the beings. It was this that had been his playground, large pyramids that housed the embalmed remains of great figures, and the treasures they had gathered. At a young age he had been chosen to train with the Pharaoh’s guards, chosen as much for esthetic qualities, as ability. His family had been one of slight import to the desert city, and as such the boy was afforded great leeway in the places he was allowed to visit.

During one of his adventures he had come across a fruit tree, and being as young as he was, had no notion of property and the laws governing it. He had been hungry and only wished a single portion of the fruit. This wish for sustenance had him soon in the tree, plucking the choicest of the fruit, hazel eyes widening in excitement. Even as his mouth was beginning to salivate over the morsel he was discovered, a guard for the pharaoh himself had been on his rounds and came upon the lone figure as he jostled branches trying to reach the prize. The strict tone of his voice snapped the boy into reality again and soon he was hurrying down the tree, careful to keep out of arms reach from the guard. Both him and the guard circled the tree as he tried desperately to find a way to reach the ground without being caught.

The game went on for near fifteen minutes before the boy was able to swing himself down from the branches. He managed to tuck his body into a roll and was running before the guard had come around the tree again. Through his small size and natural agility he was able to keep the guard from catching him. The best the guard had managed was to grasp at the fabric adorning his body, fingers not quite being enough to gain purchase on the fabric. Through the city the boy was chased, all the way to his own doorstep where his parents were just sitting down for sup. Dashing into his house the guard was quick to follow, the parents of the boy leaping to their feet as the man burled into their otherwise peaceful domain.

After a heated exchange between his father and the guard, Runihura was directed to return the fruit, to an emissary of the Pharaoh himself. The escort back had Runihura nervous, the closer they came, the more he wished to run off, afraid of what the meeting might bring. The palace loomed over him as he timidly made his way up the steps, pausing while he could. Each pause brought a nudge from the guard that was not to be ignored. As the boy and his escort entered the palace a sudden change seemed to come over him, a look of steadfastness entering the young features. When the time came to confront the emissary, Runihura had prepared himself for the worst.

The story explained again, Runihura had been given a choice. He could either be punished for his deeds, or he could be trained for a place amongst the Pharaoh’s guards, due to his proven athletic prowess. He was quick to decide, the answer being quite obvious.

Through the years he trained, and trained, the current Pharaoh growing into old age before Runihura could be given his honored spot amongst the current guards. The new Pharaoh had been chosen, and as a gift to the new ruler of the land he had been given at the completion of his training. The new Pharaoh had been awed by the youthful energy, and esthetic qualities and the boy was soon favored high amongst the new ruler’s flock of guards.

The time in service had not been uneventful, as many attempts had been made upon the Pharaoh’s life, each attempt retaliated by sending Runihura to the source of the attack. The person’s responsible never had the chance to live through the week as they were tracked down and assassinated. Until that time Runihura had known no other life in the service of the Pharaoh but the killings had begun to harden his spirit. It was during one of these missions that he had found himself going up against more resistance then had been anticipated.

Wounded he returned to the palace, a wound in his side swollen and red as a poison worked its way slowly through his system. It had taken to long to return to the palace and the poison had set in to well for any cure to be given. The priests themselves were unable to do anything but relieve the suffering as Runihura’s life was slowly sucked from him. As was the norm for the people, a body of honor was to be properly embalmed and stored, so that they may always live in body on the land. He was lain to rest within what was to be the final resting place of the current ruler.

The dry air and skill of the preservers kept the body from deteriorating completely as years past by, the once powerful empire slowly sinking under the sands. It had become a ghost city, and few people were able to sustain life in the barren sands. Those numbers dwindling even more as the world was broken, the event known as The Shattering.

For years still the mummified body rested in peace, until those of the new world began to explore again. The ancient burial grounds were now being put under siege by glory hunters, those seeking to gain more luxury by robbing the dead of their rightful belongings. It was one o these parties that came upon the dead within his tomb. The grave robbers had made more then one stop this journey, a near fatal stop was when they came upon the nest of a phoenix, a single unguarded egg within it. Gold flashed in their eyes and they took the un-hatched egg, storing it safely till later. The parent had come back as they thieves were making their escape.

The theft of the egg was the last act many of them would make that day. After much running a few managed to hole themselves into the tomb in which Runihura had been preserved. The parent had no inclination to let the thieves escape, but it was to large to fit into any opening provided. Time passed and the thieves had run out of water, their torches long ago used up. In darkness they waited, the egg long forgotten as it was hidden amongst the sarcophagi. Dying of dehydration just a few days into their self made siege they would never know what their actions had begun amongst the dead of the chamber.

The egg was near hatching when the thieves had stolen it, and only days after their own demise, the chick was making its way out of the shell. The new fiery bird of rebirth had taken its first breaths upon the mummified remains of Runihura, the few simple life sustaining actions had begun a process that could not be undone. The bird under instinct knew better then to try ingesting the chemically preserved remains and soon came upon the bodies of its captors, any form of moisture long leached from their forms. As it settled itself to begin its first meal, the new life it had unknowingly created was gradually beginning to stir on its own.

Extremely disoriented, the near recovered form of Runihura was coming too, his soul returning to his body. Upon consciousness the man was still, not knowing where he was, or what he was doing there. Memories began to slowly reappear, the most prominent, the fact that he has been poisoned, serving his master. The constricting feel of the decaying cloth was enough to keep him immobile at the present as his former strength struggled to fill him again. Collecting the jumble of memories was going to take time, but the feel of the bandages, fully wrapping his body had his mind racing at the possibilities of what may be happening to him. Soon terror filled the mind of the man, fearing that he were in the process of being laid to rest. He then began to struggle, the bonds holding him, gradually loosening at the slightest, although he had no hope of breaking free yet.

Finishing a few last morsels, the phoenix had begun to grow curious at the commotion a few meters away in the sarcophagi surrounding it. Moving steadily to the noise made by the struggling man, the birds head perked up a low screech erupting from its beak. The sound brought Runihura to a halt, his hopeless thrashing about ceasing as he strained unused ears to listen for any other noise. Before to long the phoenix allowed a curious cooing to flow from its beak. Realizing the noise was coming from a bird, Runihura tried calling out to it, forgetting in his position that the bird would have little chance of understanding him. In vain he continued trying to coax the bird, shifting his body from side to side. His own panic from before had not allowed for much coherent thought, and only now tried to sit up.

With difficulty the wrapped body began to move, the head coming over the edge of its enclosure. The phoenix, still unsure of what to make of the happenings, continued to observe Runihura. It had not taken to much longer before Runihura was able to sit up fully, although still wrapped in the cloth bandages. A light was coming from his side, although he was unable to deduce what exactly it was from. This told him that the surrounding area was dark. Leaning towards the light, he edged his body over the casing until the majority of his weight could drag him to the floor with an audible impact. The young phoenix moved quickly, avoiding the tumbling corpse like being. It felt no maliciousness coming from the being and so did not move to far. Cooing lightly again, the bird began to pick at the bandages, its sharp beak easily able to tear small holes into them. The natural heat of his presence had begun to singe the fabric, a sick smoke filling the air from the process.

Under the bandages, Runihura had begun to stir again, the heat sending him into another panic. The new force in his movements, combined with the sporadic pickings of the fiery bird helped to loosen the bandages more, the rolling singe lines weakening the bonds more. The fabric began to tear away quicker, his hands gradually making their way out to help remove more and more. Coming full from his cocoon, Runihura stared straight at the young phoenix that had unwittingly gave him a new life.

“It is you I must thank for my escape.” He had learned of the fiery bird, and its powers of rebirth, but the reality that it exists had the newly awakened mind reeling. “Perhaps it is more then my escape I owe you.” He managed a weak smile as the bird cocked its head from side to side, cooing lightly at the naked human before it. He almost reached out to touch the bird, but thought twice, a look of regret painting his expression. Moving along the ground, he was unable to get his legs properly working yet and his movements were limited to a crawl, his curious companion following. A few more words of gratitude he spoke to the bird as it became his roving light source.

He was able to find the bodies of the thieves, and began stripping them of their clothes and equipment. Using some of their findings to decorate himself, feeling more comfortable as he found pieces that resembled what he once wore. The Eye of Horus about a golden chain, appeared to be very much like the one had worn… He could not tell when he had worn it last. A bracer depicting the god in his animal form he found to adorn his right wrist, and a scimitar, his former weapon of choice he was able to find amongst the weapons stored when the tomb had been closed.

It took a fair amount of time, but before the day was over he had begun to walk again, using the walls to hold him up as he searched for an exit. All the while, the bird followed him, its own curiosity getting the better of it as Runihura began to move from the main chamber. Together they moved up the long hallway, the gradual slope taking its toll on the man. He knew he must eat or drink soon, or the new life he was given was as good as over. He soon came to a dead end, but a memory long forgotten was tugging at him as he felt around the walls preceding the dead end. His hand suddenly began to cave into the wall, his palm pressing in near an inch and the sound of stone rubbing on stone could be felt, vibrating through the tomb.

Cool air began to move into the opening, little light coming as the passage way opened fully. Stepping into the night, Runihura felt exalted to take his first few steps of his return to the world. His joy would soon be halted as the parent who had been watching the tomb streaked through the night, its fiery body diving quickly to the side of its young. Looking askance at the man, it began to grow an understanding, the fledgling copy of itself moving quickly to its parents side. It knew of humans, and as the young phoenix was returned safely, the parent took pity on the man. A simple cock of its head was all the incentive Runihura needed, before he was following the two birds through the cool sand.

Not much in his mind had changed about the desert, as the night began to grow quite cold the longer he walked. Had it not been for the fiery beasts before him, he would surely have frozen long ago. Through the night they walked, Runihura stumbling as his strength began to fade more and more. Through luck, or by the direction of the phoenix, he had been able to avoid many of the dangerous creatures that normally inhabit the desert. The sun was just rising over the horizon behind him as a city began to take shape before him, the faint outlines of builds slowly showing in the horizon.

Odd, no lights could be seen from any of the buildings, and a cold realization came over Runihura, the closer they came. No camels, no tracks, no lights. No life. Ghostly wisps could be made out as the three drew closer. The phoenix soon holding back, causing the man to stop. Looking sideways at him, it flicked its head forward, implying the direction Runihura was to take. With a heavy heart, he knew the birds would travel no further with him and he made his goodbyes, a rare smile offered to the younger of the two. It was certain, the last of this journey was to be made alone.

Entering the ghost city, he was extremely wary, as he had no idea how these strange visualizations might react to him. With memories near rivaling his own, there was the odd ethereal soul that stopped to watch the man. Its spirit feeling deep down that the man did not seem like the rest of the mortals to enter ‘their’ city. He made his way through the city, approaching the nearest open door, the symbol of a clothier swinging in a soft breeze as it hung. He entered the store, hoping that there might be at least a single, living soul in the city.

“You, you are not the same.” The voice caught him off guard, and Runihura strained to guess where it had come from. “Do not be afraid, child of the land. Returned from the dead.” Runihura’s eyes focused on an ethereal figure, blocking the exit now. At a loss for words, the man could only stare dumbfounded at the speaking entity. “You must explain how you came to live again. For this you may have any of my wares. You do not speak, you get none. Theft, and your new life will be short.”

The ghost made a rather convincing argument and soon Runihura was explaining the last moments of his past life as well he could. Following was the most recent events that led him to come upon the dead city. Satisfied, the ethereal entity was true to its word, and allowed Runihura free reign of its entire selection. There was no doubt in the lifeless soul what the man would pick, and the ghost merely nodded as he extracted the appropriate kilt and transparent robes that matched his former station. Shucking the thieves clothes he was glad to return to a more comfortable attire. It seemed quite odd that the ghost also had quite a selection of wares that any but his kind would find hard to put a use too. A quick overview and Runihura was able to gain a few more items, he was still under the impression was common use for all. The malachite, charcoal, henna, all items used to decorate the body as was the style when he lost his life. The obsidian that was used to apply the substances, and a few oils that would make due for him to use in hair. Bowing to the apparition, Runihura made his way into the streets again, the sun quickly climbing in the morning sky.

The ghost spoke to him of a trader that would let him buy a camel for a low price so that he may escape the desert. It was no place for the living now. The few new items would be enough to tide Runihura over, until he managed to reach the trader’s camp. Luckily it was only a few hours away. Runihura had still not eaten, and the whole ordeal was soon keeping him at a slow trudge, barely able to stand. He had been spotted before his weakened eyes could even allow him to notice the camp. A small party sent out to investigate the stumbling being. Upon arrival the arrival of the party he could no longer hold his own weight up. With head lolling to the side, he was near carried into a tent within the camp, eyes flickering open and closed as he was led to shelter. The cooler air of the enclosure did much to relieve some of the dizziness caused by dehydration and heat, and soon he was being offered water and food. After his recovery, he explained his plight to the trader, knowing that much of what he spoke of could be considered the senseless ramblings of heat stroke. No camel was offered, but the trader agreed to have two of his men escort Runihura to the edges of the desert, where he would then have to make his way alone once again.

As promised, the men escorted Runihura to the fringe of the desert, making their goodbyes to him. As the men on their camels turned to leave a snake passing across the sand snapped out, its fangs digging deep into the ankle of the burdened beast. Rearing back, the man atop could not hold on and was sent crashing to the ground, the second man barely able to keep his own mount in control. Seeing an opportunity for himself, Runihura let an instinct take over that had been buried along with his body. He moved much like the snake in its aggressive stance, his body twisting around the thrashing camel and the man upon the ground. Snapping his blade free of its sheath, the steel moved through the air, cutting the straps of the saddle on the standing camel in one easy motion. The severing allowed the man who was trying to keep control of his beast, plummet to the ground, hitting hard on his side. With his free hand, Runihura grasped the reins of the beats before it could bolt, his rounding step taking him before the fallen man. A downward swing moved the body across the man’s neck, opening it deep before he could even scream. The other escort was already on his feet, and aware of what Runihura had done.

The man had clearly forgotten the snake that started the ordeal though, and he soon fell victim to the serpents venomous bite. The poison was not instant, but it was quickly making its way through the man’s system in his already adrenaline pumping state. The bite had near disabled his one leg as he limped around the nearly calm camel. He only had chance to get his head around the backside before Runihura’s blade flashed in the sun again, cutting down to the man’s wrists in an attempt to prevent the use of any weapon. Slicing clean through, the man fell back screaming, the pain from both the neurotoxin spreading, and the dismemberment of his hands had grown to much, and he was quickly lying still, not even breath coming from his prone form.

Due to his former training amongst the guard, and his particular position within, Runihura had come to face the snake that had given him the opportunity to make his trip quicker. The serpent wove back and forth, its mouth open as it hissed at Runihura. Copying the serpents movements, Runihura gazed at the pale white scales that formed the diamond in the otherwise green background. He began his own rhythmic swaying, counter to what the snake was portraying, his mouth making its own raspy return to the snakes hiss. Before long, the snake was lowering itself to the ground, gradually coiling in the sand beneath it. Runihura’s dance stopped and the snake barely took notice as he moved to grasp the serpent, cupping its coiled body in his hands. With head swaying back and forth, and tail gradually gliding down his arm, Runihura knew beyond fact that the snake would forever be his. The serpent gradually coiled itself around the mans forearm, the smooth scaled body grasping just tight enough to keep purchase.

“Come Wadjet, together we have much to do.” The words would be lost to the snake, but it was the only companion he knew he could count on at the moment.

Leaning in towards the snake’s head, he began to whisper soothing words to it, knowing that the vibration caused by the words would be the only true experience the snake would get out of it. The words had a calming effect and so Runihura, began to make his way about the bodies that were near finished with their blood letting. Taking a few coins and saddling the camel still standing, with the good saddle, he was ready to be on his way. He traveled in search of a city that might make use of his skills. Or perhaps one, where he could make a profitable living, doing what he did best… Assassination.

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Tiny amber lamps soldered to the stained beams of the Moon Raven provide just enough illumination for the main hall, though the feeble light is unable to reach the darker corners. A heavy smoke clings to the dank air, acrid and smelling faintly of hashish and tinges of opium. The stone floor is worn, discolored with dark patches of spilt ale and stew. Small tables, lighted by chipped terracotta bowls of oil, are strewn around in no particular order -customers being able drag the furniture around as they please. The bar counter is made of heavy planks of oak, the ledge of it whittled and pockmarked by the tips of daggers and worn to a greasy luster with the constant rubbing of many elbows and hands. A dusty copper chandelier creaks from the ceiling, wax melting from its candles. A tiny kitchen, steam and scent billowing from it, is wedged between two storerooms, dark slabs of cured meat and sausages visible from the sharp hooks hung on shelf ledges. A grimy signboard is hung crookedly
over the counter, the tavern's specials marked out in coarse black paint. The lower class and serfs nestle in this tavern, making this sordid little
establishment their nightly entertainment hub.



It was a chilly night, surprising for the people of Irae, who had expected the warmth of spring's embrace. The sun had long since descended on the City of Lions, and as was usual for a cold eve, the Moon Raven was absolutely filled with patrons. It was a night for high spirits, if there was any night, as the new owner of the Raven (and, according to some, the newest 'player' within Irae's bustling underground) was present and very much alive. He sat at a table, challenging people in various games of luck. The most frequently played, of course, was the game of dice, and Henrik (as the proprietor liked to be called, though nobody knew if this was his actual name) was particularly lucky. Of course, it could have something to do with the loaded dice that he was rolling. Henrik was a leviathan of a man, easily weighing over four hundredpounds-- mostly fat, as it were. He had become known for his triple chin and, in less sophisticated societies, the rumor that he occasionally practiced cannibalism with the corpses of his most hated adversaries (once more, of course, this was pure speculation.) With piercing green eyes, and adorned in jewelry fit for a prince or greater monarch, he was easily an intimidating sight.
[Carnak]


Traveling in silence in the night, Runihura made his way to the Moon Raven, sandaled feet landing lightly upon the solid roads. He had found the atmosphere at The Inn of the Singing Rose to be much to quiet for his taste. Memories of the previous nights foray in the tavern across town flooded his mind. The cobra about his left forearm writhed continuously as he moved, the people he passed gasping at the owner and the serpent as they passed by. His memory served him true and he found the lower city tavern without much trouble. The sounds of merrymaking erupted into the street as Runihura came closer his destination, the light fabric adorning his form doing nothing to protect him form the chill of the air. Goosebumps dot hairless skin as he made the transition between the chill of the night and the warmth of the tavern. As per the least eveing a few stares were blatantly thrown his way at the sight of the outlandish man. [Runihura]

Laughter bursts from the behemoth as yet another adversary loses to his dice, but the laughter is silenced when his foe draws forth a blade and places it firmly against the blubbery flesh at the base of Henrik's neck. "Foster," the fat man calls, and immediately the Moon Raven's muscle-- a former ally of Mordren-- steps forward and 'escorts' the customer on his way out of the building. "Next!" calls Henrik between bites of a loaf of bread (he had finished it in ameasly three) and the sipping of a strong ale. He had drawn in morethan twice the operating costs of the Raven already, and the nightwas only half over.
[Carnak]

Stepping away from the door easily, he watched the man being tossed to the street, a wicked smile flickering over his features. The face committed to memory, he made sure to find the man later and further lighten his pockets, among other things. Breathing deep, he draws in the scents of the tavern, the smoke and stench of alcohol recycled into breath permeated the whole common area. The most empty table was occupied by the largest man Runihura had ever seen. He had not known men could grow to this size until this moment. The folds under his chin sickened Runihura in a way he was unfamiliar with. Oddly though, the boisterous aura flowing from the man drew Runihura forward. Reaching the man, the cobra coiled about his wrist folded itself as it moved a portion of its upper length away from the warm arm. Mouth opening to emit a hiss, the 'neck' of the snake portrayed a diamond decoration, made from its own scales. "A drink?" No greeting does he waste on the man, his own thirst having grown since departing the last tavern. [Runihura]


The fat man laughs aloud, a mighty roar of a laugh that causes the table before him (which was, in fact, resting on his huge stomach) to shake in tandem with his blubberous face. "You must be new here," his deep voice spills from his guts like air from a bellow, "or you would know that I never give anybody a free drink. It's how you lose a fortune." Placing a fat hand upon his third chin, brushing some stubble which was missed by Naelmion the last shave, Henrik offered a proposition to the strange man. "A wager. You play me in a game of dice," he begins, waving over the table and the two sets of dice for emphasis. "If you win, I pay for your rounds from here until eternity. If I win, you give me some form of riches... do you have coin? Or, perhaps, some fine trinket from whatever land it is you once called home?"
[Carnak]


Smiling slightly at the giant of a man, Runihura moves to sit across him, the snake watching Henrik with beedy eyes as its master moves into position. "A game of chance then. What is it we play?" The green and black coloring about his eyes made his face seem that much darker. His lips were not colored as they usually would be though as he propped his left arm up on the table, the snake about it slowly flowing so that it rested just to the side of him. Raising his hand, he summoned a barmaid. It seemed the only reason she approached was the fact that Henrik were with the man, as she had been to scared to approach him the night before. "Two drinks, the lords choice." Gesturing to Henrik, he made it clear who he was meaning. [Runihura]


"Bring us the finest of ales we have, in the storeroom," Henrik ordered. He was a big man, and like all in his trade, he knew that big men had a penchant for holding their drink well. Smaller men, however, did not, and this was a particularly strong brew. It would be easier to rob this mysterious man across from him when said man was drunk. "I am challenging you to a game of dice. The rules are simple enough, by the way I play. You roll a die, and I roll, to see who is highest and thus who goes first," Henrik begins as he collects a pair of dice from the table and offers one to Runihura. "We then make our wagers, which have already been declared, hmm? After wagers are made, the player going first throws five dice. You may choose to set aside any of those dice, and continue rolling until you are content with all five and have set them all aside. Threes count as zeros, and the best possible score would be five threes. Five sixes wins you the game. You cannot roll more than five times a game, so you must play carefully, yes?" After the lengthy explanation, the drinks arrive, and the glutton collects his. "Simple."
[Carnak]

Listening to the rules, he nodded in acknowledgement to most of them. His free left hand gently grazes the scales of the snake resting by it, its head still weaving back and forth as it watches Henrik. "I understand." He seemed a man of few words, although his face expressed much relief when the woman returned with the drinks. A lift of his mug in cheers and he was eagerly sipping at the frothy brew, careful to swallow only the slightest amount. "Reaching for a die, he rolled it in his hand, watching the dots flicker from one side to the others, testing the weight as he watched Henrik. Releasing the die he watches as the dots spin and tumble until they land on a 2. Shrugging lightly he awaits Henrik's roll, gradually beginning to allow himself to grow more excited about the game. [Runihura]


"A two, eh?" chuckled Henrik as he lifted a die from before him, loaded as per usual. Unleashing it upon the table, the fat man sips from his ale without looking for a moment as the cube settles, one dot facing the ceiling. "I rolled a one. I guess that you'll be rolling first, then?" Collecting his die and bringing it back to his little pile of five resting before him, the man watches his opponent with an intense stare.
[Carnak]


Nodding slowly, Runihura takes another seemingly long drink from his mug, keeping the container close to him so that the liquid would not be easily visible to the man before him. Gathering his dice he begins rolling them in his hand, the soft clicking as they bounced off each other in his hand audible only to the two men sitting at the table. A snap of his wrist sends them careening over the table, a few spinning in place before finally dropping on one side. Looking over the dice quickly, Runihura reaches for the single 3, a 2,4,5,1,3 being the roll, his face impassive as he collects the dice, setting the single 3 aside. [Runihura]


Once again, the fat man chuckles. "A good roll. I would've held the one, myself," he boasts before collecting his dice and throwing them. The throw is careless, but the dice land properly: 3-1-5-4-3 the result. Growling, the glutton sets aside the pair of threes and the one, collecting the two larger numbers and waiting for Runihura's attention to be drawn away so he can swap one of them for another loaded die.
[Carnak]


Watching the dice with some interest, Runihura flowed over the numbers, recognizing the three pulled aside. His careful scrutinization of those three gave Henrik his chance to swap the dice, his only witness being the cobra half coiled on the table. Nodding enthusiastically to his opponents roll, Runihura gathered his own dice, rolling them once again in the same manner. Instead of throwing them over the table as per normal, he tilts his hand back a she releases the small objects. End over end they roll, gliding eventually closer to Runihura, 3,4,2,6 popping up. Collecting his one three, the man with the painted face waits in silence, a hand moving to rest upon the nearly full mug at his side. [Runihura]


The behemoth watches carefully as he replaces the five with another loaded die, and unleashing the two, he watches the predictable result: 3-4. "Whoa. Lady Luck, she's on my side tonight," shouts Henrik as he sets the three aside and collects his four. Another bad roll, and then he would swap it as well.
[Carnak]


With his nodding in agreement to the man before him, Runihura still played the ignorant fool as he slid his hand over his own three remaining dice. Cupping them he began their dance in his hand, his left hand barely missing grazing the cobra to his side. The dice one again tapped across the table rolling into place, 6,6,2. A horrible roll for what he was wishing for, a look of resignation moving across his features. [Runihura]


"A bad bounce, man, sorry to see. I hate when I get a bad bounce." Before unleashing his own die, Henrik drains his mug of the last of the ale and orders another. He then releases the cube, which rolls for a moment before once more showing a four. "Four again! Curse the Gods!" he shouts as he pounds the table, shaking his head.
[Carnak]

Taking a drink of his own mug, Runihura finally manages to drain half the mug, careful to watch how much he ingests. He hands the mug to the passing barmaid who takes it quickly, the mug being only half empty she wishes to confront the man, but the snake keeps her moving quickly away from the odd man. Rolling the dice again, he snaps his wrist back, giving them a backspin. The die take awhile to come to a rest as one seems to spin for ages, eventually landing on a three to triple up his held hand. The remaining dots numbering 4,2. [Runihura]


Figuring that there is no cause to crush the man now, Henrik takes his last free throw, unleashing the loaded die to once more show the four. "Alright, that is it. If I see another four, I will be quite perturbed," the glutton mutters before collecting the die. Another glass of ale arrives, and the fat man takes it, draining it (he wished to maintain the illusion that he was angry, after all.)
[Carnak]


Caressing the snake to his side, Runihura reaches for his die, painted fingernails making a startling contrast to the scales of the serpent. He merely drops the dice, the two objects bouncing a number of times off of each corner before one gradually comes to a rest, a single pip staring upwards. The others course had been pushed off track, moving towards the serpent still atop the table. The die had come to close and the cobra moved, its body writhing to get away. As the die bounces off the writhing form, it comes to a rest a couple inches from the serpent, face up with another single pip showing. [Runihura]


Quite drunk at this point (it had seemed that Henrik was not able to hold the ale when in conjunction with the barrel of wine he had inhaled earlier, and the whiskey he had been drinking throughout much of the night), Henrik retrieved another loaded die discretely, swapping it in for the four. Unleashing it upon the oaken table, he listened to the clip-clop of the die before it finally settled, and the five dots faced upwards. The behemoth belched, a look of surprise warping his visage noticeably. "Huh," he remarked, "well..." Unsure how to deal with the situation, the fat man shrugged. "Free rounds, then. But I would trust you could keep your drinking to a reasonable limit?"
[Carnak]

Chuckling, with much mirth behind the sound, Runihura reached for his 'pet' al lowing it to flow across his wrist, twisting to coil up his forearm. "You have nothing to fear from my drink intake." A sly smile flows over his lips as he waits for the reaction from the large man at his next words, "A round for the bar!" The crowd was overjoyed at this prospect, and hazel eyes sparkled with much amusement. "However, the mob's intake, I can not promise anything about them." Leaning back in his chair, Runihura found it hard to suppress the laughter that wished to take over his form. [Runihura]


No matter how soused Henrik was, the threat of such a great loss of profit would be enough to sober any savvy businessman. "Foster!" he shouted over the din of the customers moving to collect their free drinks. "Take care of this man!" The muscle, who came armed with only his two fists (as per usual), approached and reached out to grab the wrist of the man sitting across from his employer. "Come on, let's make this easy," he grunts. It had been a long evening and, honestly speaking, he did not want conflict.
[Carnak]


The reaction was quite what he expected it to be, cold eyes boring into Henrik's soul. "You realize, that is the last mistake you will ever make." He had not use for raising his voice, the dark eyes saying quite enough as the words escaped his mouth. He had just begun to stand when Foster reached for his right wrist, the cobra about his left wrist snapping out with lightning speed towards Foster's hand, its mouth agape. [Runihura]

The muscle withdrew quickly as the cobra attacked, but not quick enough it would seem, as the reptile landed its blow and sunk its teeth deep into the flesh of his hand, releasing its toxin. The human welped, though when the snake did finally release its grasp, he did not fall immediately. Grabbing a short sword from a nearby scabbard, Foster demonstrated great strength as he swung, a high arc intended to score a slash across the enemy's chest or, if nothing else, send him running.
[Carnak]


The time it took Foster to pull his hand back, gave Runihura all he needed to begin moving through the crowd, the cobra about his wrist eager to snap at near anything that he passed. He managed to make it mostly through the crowd as some were still trying to get to their free drinks. The snake caused no more casualties, Runihura's form slipping between the tighter throngs of people. [Runihura]


Foster would have given chase, had he not been concerned about the bloody wound that was his hand. Having never been in contact with a snake, and having only ever heard rumors of them, the muscle feared the worst. "I must see the apothecary!" he shouted, though he was too shocked to move himself. Henrik sat, rooted in his chair and too weak to stand (the drink, combined with the loss at both dice and of the fortune he could have made on gambling had he not confronted that strange man, had left him so.)
[Carnak]


The bellow of the man calling for the apothecary could be heard in the street, a sick smile moving over the face of Runihura. He moved only partially down the block, having expected some sort of chase. At the very least maybe one would be sent for the apothecary. In the shadows he waited, his right hand resting on the hilt of his scabarded scimitar. It would take hours for the poison to fully do its work, but in time the only way to get help would be either to carry him, or have the apothecary transport themselves to the lower city tavern. He had no real worry about either happening, but still he waited in the shadows, his mouth opening to whisper soothing words to the snake. [Runihura]

April 6, 2007
Characters: Runihura, Rosiel
NPC’s: Waitress by Rosiel
Synopsis: After scaling the wall, Runihura came upon an aged, well used tavern.





The Raven was busy, as usual for this time of night. Sailors and thugs, dock workers and street women, all in varying states of drunkeness sat in and out of the shadows. Standing almost statuesque like in the shadows of the hall was a slim figure, clad in black, her pale white skin melting against the wall behind her, her dress making her seem more a shadowy figment than an actual person. The patrons were used to the somber figure, though her icy eyes often made them shiver involuntarily. Those eyes were ever watchful, pausing on each and every person as she gazed thoughtfully. They were aware, it seemed, of their inner most thoughts. That was what made the patrons most uncomfortable. They would be thankful when those eyes passed over them finally and breathe a sigh of relief.
[Rosiel]

The walls of the city were a relatively easy matter to deal with, his shadowy form scaling them to gain entrance to the city this one time. Although the transparent cloth did little to act as camouflage, his attempt had been successful. Moving down the nearest street, it did not take long before the sounds of drunken merry making could be heard. The louder then usual drunk speech of those who had to much, and the raucous laughter of those who had just enough. Runihura approached the building with only the slightest of a trepid footfall. The snake about his wrist curling tighter, its head arching before even any other being could be seen. Opening the door, he gazes from side to side, hazel eyes staring out from painted sockets. The glaring eyes flickered over the closest patrons, a sick smile flowing over reddened lips. These people would soon all be his, whether they wanted to be or not. [Runihura]

Shifting her position against the wall, Rosiel turns her gaze to the opening door. Would it be a worthless sailor or perhaps one of the women off the street this time? They were all trash, ending up dead in the alleyways of the city one way or another. A carefully sculpted eyebrow raises at the figure standing in the doorway. He looked like a painted slave of the old days, before the Curse, before the war...
[Rosiel]

Confident steps replace his former trepid foot falls as the realization comes full into his mind. An empty table seemed hard to find, but he was able to seek one out, far from the door itself. Moving through the crowd, many wondered about his outlandish clothing and painted face. Aware of his surroundings, he could feel the eyes boring into him, as the conversations gradually dwindled when the newcomer passed by. Lifting his left hand, a few unheard words escaped his lips, directed towards the serpent wrapped about his appendage. The transparent fabric left nothing to the imagination, light playing across his features in such a way to accent his better qualities. The scimitar about his waist tapped his thigh as he moved to sit at his desired location. Greenish eyes flowed over the crowd, the people within averting their gaze, mouths opening quickly to spit anything out. [Runihura]

Watchful ice blue eyes follow the stranger, never wavering in their gaze. It was odd to see anyone who didn't work on the dock enter the Raven unless they had business with Mordren, and never during while the tavern was open. To be so bold (or foolish) as to enter during the busiest moments meant he was either lost and had followed the laughter, thinking this place was welcoming, or a fool thinking no one would be waiting for him in the alley when he left. Her movements were largely unnoticed, so intrigued were the patrons by this new stranger. She sent a barmaid over to his table with a small movement of her hand and a warning in her eyes. With the order given she slips into the shadows and moves along the wall to get a better look at the man without being seen.
[Rosiel]


The hand free of the snake extended to drop four silver coins with no words spoken. He assumed the waitress would bring something to his liking. This world had changed so much, and much of what he used to consider food had either been altered, or did not exist anymore. Hazel eyes locked onto the server's gazing deep into her as the edges of his painted lips drew upwards into what might be considered a smile. Leaning back he waited a moment for the waitress to leave with her payment. Upon her reluctance to leave he finally spoke, "Water, Fish." Self explanatory, it did not take anymore effort for the woman to leave with the silver, rushing to order the strange man's food. The waitress gone he was able to lean back in his chair and survey the patrons that occupied the place, his right hand occasionally moving to caress the scales of the cobra circling his arm. Observant eyes flowed over each member of the crowd, a silent appraisal for each, his face showing nothing of his findings. [Runihura]

Snakes...she sighs silently and leans against a wall close to the stranger. The barmaid almost tripping over her in the woman's haste to get away from the man. She had done her duty though and slipped Rosiel a single coin of his payment. She rubs the silver coins between her fingers while she watches, a moment longer and returns to the bar. The barmaid wouldn’t approach the table again, so it was left to Rosiel to bring him the pitcher of chilled water and a glass. She kept her eyes lowered, moving through the crowded room with the ease and grace of her ancient people, though her wraith-like form seemed both to melt into the shadows and blend into the light and walls. [Rosiel]


The hand brushing lightly over the scales of the snake ceases as he looks to his side, spotting the new woman approaching. Although still unused to the mannerisms and dress of these people, something about her screamed to him that she was not a normal employee of the establishment. The green of his eyes seemed ever more apparent as he sized her up, his background wishing to seduce him into old habits. In his former life, females were there to serve, and to adorn rooms. This woman was here for neither reason. "Good evening." The two words came out in a heavy accent, one not heard since countless years before, miles and miles away. [Runihura]


Rosiel set the pitcher down on the table, settling a glass beside it and bowed slightly. "Good evening m'lord. Your meal will be ready in a moment." Her voice was soft, slightly raspy from disuse, her ice blue eyes still lowered in a posture of service. She bowed again and moved away from the table, eyeing the snake with a curious awe. Any other creature would shy from her presence, but this one did not. Either it was used to the Cursed who walked still in the night, or it was cursed itself. [Rosiel]


The snake gradually unwrapped itself, moving across the table to coil itself just in front of Runihura. Its most upper portion swayed back and forth, the flare just below its head opened as twin beady eyes stared unblinking. The fork tongue in its mouth flicking out to test the air every so often. The trained eyes could deduce that it was adamant in protecting the strange man behind it. For most though, it acted as yet another reason to give the man his space. Silently sipping at his water, Runihura gave the woman little heed, not watching her movements until she began returning to the bar. He hoped his food would not take long as he returned to his silent musings. [Runihura]


As soon as she reached the bar, Rosiel seemed to vanish. She had mastered the art of disappearing in Mordren's tavern and used the skill to her best ability. The bartender gave her little notice, pouring drinks and berating customers. Rosiel herself was still watching the strange man, her blue eyes once again visible to anyone who took the time to actually look. Most of the patrons though were disturbed more than usual by this new stranger and kept their eyes to their drinks, they voices subdued and quiet as they spoke about work, women and what the next day might bring. Some laughter could be heard on the opposite side of the Raven, a group of men who didn't seem to notice anything amiss. [Rosiel]


Waiting for his food he was finally able to gather his thoughts, simple plots already forming. Taking another sip of his water, he basked in the cool sensation the liquid gave as it slid down his throat. the henna adorning his lips would not merely just rub off so easily and as such he kept the lip of the glass free of stains. Idly a hand began to stroke the cobra, its head slowly dropping under the ministrations Runihura was applying. The odd feeling of another watching him chilled the man slightly. Hazel eyes flickered over the patrons again, casually searching for the one who studied him so. [Runihura]

A slight smirk forms at the corner of Rosiel's lips before she turns away to get the man's plate. She could hear the cook muttering about having to actually work, slamming the plate on the counter just inside the door. She lifts the plate and lowers her eyes once more, servant once again, though her ears listen to every sound. She lowers the plate onto the table, giving no attention to the snake though she would have liked to have nothing to do with it. "Your fish Mi'lord. Will you require anything more?" She bows as soon as the plate is out of her hands and stands aside, her hands clasped in front of her. [Rosiel]


Hazel eyes moved slowly upwards to gaze into Rosiel's blue irises. "The food will be enough thank you." Unlike most people, he keeps his eyes locked to hers, in an almost challenging way. Had his brows been lowered in the slightest it would be construed as an aggressive look. Thinking twice about his answer he extends a hand towards an empty chair, "Perhaps a few minutes of your time would be all I ask for." A smile that never quite reaches his eyes tugs at the corners of his mouth. "I do not ask much, just your company. Any generous offerings from the patrons you lose I could repay you for." He was careful to offer a chair directly across from him, the snake prominent, even as it gradually sinks into a soft slumber. [Runihura]


It is little more than she can do to keep the smirk from returning to her face as she takes the offered seat. She is careful to keep her eyes diverted, never truly meeting his. The ice blue was enough to chill the souls of most normal men, but this one was different. No one other than Mordren ever spoke to her, fearing she would do something to their minds if they did. Hogwash and superstition, the sailors and dockmen were full of it. "You need not worry of my losing any profit from these wretches, they think me a ghost that walks the bar at night." A hint of rueful mirth can be seen in her eyes, the only emotion she's yet to show. [Rosiel]


Shrugging lightly, his face lightens at the slightest, "I was not worried about your profit. Your manner made it quite clear that you were no barmaid." Pushing the water basin to Rosiel he speaks again, "It was merely an excuse to have you sit." The snake between himself and Rosiel made no movements as it was in its own slumber. "Wadjet, she bothers you?" He seemed quite observant of peoples reactions, a skill taught long ago. He only wished it would grow stronger as all things have since he reawakened. "Water?" [Runihura]

The man could only be talking about or to the snake, either way the answer was plainly obvious on the snake's part. "I have no fear of creatures deemed evil in the minds of simpletons." No fear, but respect should still be shown, for even a tamed lion could take it's master's head if it wished. She motions for the barmaid to bring another glass and pours a small bit of water, sipping it casually, hopefully without making a face to show that she cared nothing for the stuff. She much preferred a dark red wine or the sweet coppery taste of blood to the tasteless clear liquid that had once sustained her in the desert.
[Rosiel]


Cocking his head slightly to the side he watches Rosiel with some curiosity. It seemed she had some respect for the snake before her, without truly fearing it as most would. "You have lived long in this city." The statement was just that, an observation that the trained eyes could deduce. "You would know where one could find safe shelter for the evening?" The left hand of Runihura gently began to stroke the scales of the cobra separating the two. His painted nails making the man stand out more in the crowd, as if the serpent coiled on his table were not enough. [Runihura]


She shrugs. It hadn't been so long ago that she didn't remember the night she arrived here through the mists. "There is an Inn near the entrance to the city, surely you passed it on your way to the Raven." Her ice colored eyes raise only slightly, leaving the snake to look at some point behind the man. "I have never roomed there myself but I am sure they will have something to accommodate you."
[Rosiel]


Not wanting to reveal to much he nodded as she spoke. He would have to look for it as he wandered this new city. The entrance itself he knew to be to the south at least, and so he could follow he streets as they wound that way. Finally he takes a small bite of his fish, his nose wrinkling in disgust even as his lips peel back showing teeth as he fights to put the disgusting fare down. "I now see why no one else has been eating here." Shoulders twitch noticeably as the last few drops of the oily fish move down his throat before he can wash it down with water. "Perhaps the other inn will have more appropriate dining." His displeasure at the food was quite apparent, the preparation itself allowing the insinuation of what sorts of people would normally frequent this particular tavern. "I thank you for your time." Standing slowly he cups his hands to slip under the cobra upon his table, careful to not disturb it. "I am sure we will see each other again." A soft inclination of his head is all he offers the woman for respect, keeping his eyes locked on hers to show no sign of subservience. [Runihura]

Rosiel raises her eyes to meet his at last, sure now that he wouldn't cower from her like everyone else in this tavern would. "I believe we will. A word of caution, you will want to watch your back when you leave here, though my presence should have been enough to warn the few miscreants who watch this tavern." She offers a slight smirk and stands, moving back into the shadows, ever the wraith in appearance. "Good evening to you sir."
[Rosiel]

He nods to the advice, "I accept your warning, and good evening lady..." Moving away from the table he found that he had no real fear of any of the beings in the tavern. In fact part of him hoped that he would have a slightly eventful trip to the Inn opposite the city. If for nothing else, then to leave his mark, painting him as one who is more then willing to mete out the final punishment. Upon reaching the door, he looks back, taking one last look at the faces as the snake within open hands begins to awaken. To the night he whispers, "You will all serve under me before to long." The snake had fully awakened as he stepped into the cool air, its body wrapping itself in its place. "Yes Wadjet, she will be ours." He moves steadily away from the inn, his light clothing blending in to the alabaster that makes up much of the housing walls. [Runihura]

April 11, 2007
Character: Runihura, Rosiel
Synopsis: Runihura wanders into the Moon Raven late one night.



The Raven was quiet as the tomb, the patrons have all returned to their homes and boats, the barkeep, Naelmi and Henrik have all sought their own comforts for the evening. A single light burns in the tavern commons, a candle sitting on the center table. Farther inside the tavern, down the long hallway barred from guests are more lights, a single room lit as if it is still daylight within. No shadows show on the walls, no sign of movement can be seen. [Rosiel]


It was late, even for those who chose the night as their home, however a single figure if anyone had bothered to notice made its way across the city, using back roads and alleyways to keep from sight. Even in open streets, the light fabric of his clothing found a way to make him blend with the housing and shop walls. He could just as easily been a ghost roaming the city, as a human being. Had anyone trailed him, which would be at their detriment, they would find him moving to the Moon Raven Tavern. His arrival would permit him to witness a single light in the common area, no shadows to show that a person might be there. A wicked smile began to paint itself across the man's face, one he had adorned at a previous visit to the tavern. As luck would have it, he may be able to access the tavern unnoticed, any servant of the place that may still occupy it would certainly not be expecting him to return so soon. [Runihura]


What could not be seen in shadows was a shadow itself. Rosiel moved with stealth, checking each window lock and securing those that the fat pig who now believed he owned the tavern had no sense to lock himself. The fat lard probably couldn't even reach the lock for all his portly weight. She reached the door last and moved her hand to the lock, pausing without knowing why. She frowned and moved away, leaving the door unbarred against intruders. [Rosiel]


Just as Runihura was to reach of the door, expecting it to be locked, the cobra wrapped about his forearm began to writhe, coiling itself more firmly around his wrist. The action did much to warn Runihura that there may be someone or something just inside. Out of caution, he moves again to a window, peeking just inside the common room again, hoping to see the source of the snakes slight distress. Seeing nothing, the near apparition of a man moves to the door. To his surprise the door opened with ease, this new surprise drawing him even more on edge. A foot pushes the door open, the currents of the air changing in that instant to allow the candle to flicker a moment. Peeking in, Runihura saw nothing, the shadow of a woman lost to his mortal eyes, although the serpent about his arm grew more agitated the further her master moved into the structure.
[Runihura]


The shadow moved deeper into the shadows that surrounded her when the candle began to flicker. A soft smirk lifts the corners of her lips and she turns just enough to see who is entering without the silver-blue glow of her Cursed eyes to be seen. The painted eyes were all she needed to see to tell her that the strange man with the snake had returned. She turned fully to face the door and spoke with a soft, rasping voice. "The Raven is closed Mi'lord."
[Rosiel]


The voice of the woman carried to his ears, and Runihura laid a soothing hand upon the serpent, stroking its 'neck' tracing the diamond. "Ssshh Wadjet." He of course spoke to his pet first before returning any words to Rosiel. Cocking his head to the side, he opened his mouth words trickling forth in a straightforward manner. "I do not come to purchase anything." The words linger long enough to allow the assumption to be made, "Nor am I here to take anything that is not rightfully mine." The flickering candle gave an oddly ethereal quality to the man, his transparent clothing giving much to the effect. "The owner of the establishment, chose to renege on a bet that he rightfully lost." [Runihura]


Nodding slightly she moves into the light of the candle's circle. "Might I offer you a drink then. It seems that the fat beats of a man has deigned to make two enemies in one night." She motions to the light coming from the hall which until this moment had seemed but a trick of the eye. "I would offer you food, but I believe he ate every bite within the tavern and then some."
[Rosiel]


The dark smile that adorned his face upon seeing the barely lighted building formed again as the words sank in. Moving to the shadows, a table far away from the candle. "Water will do." Pulling his chair from underneath, Runihura sat slowly, his serpent enclosed arm resting lightly upon the table until she moved. The snake kept its head in Runihura's palm, eager to be graced with the touch of his fingers. "You do not carry much favor for your boss." The statement was direct, not meaning to be a question, but it was open for a response. [Runihura]


Nodding she slips silently behind the bar and pours water into a pitcher. She retrieves a clean glass and a small bottle of a thick, dark red liquid. She brings them to the table and sits down in the shadows beside the strange man, giving no sign of fear for the snake he holds. "I care nothing for the huge tub of flesh that claims to be my employer. His life will end soon enough when my true Master returns to claim his stronghold." She pours the glass of water and sets it before the man, her actions deliberate and slow, to give the snake warning of what she intends to do and that she is no threat to it's keeper. "Mordren will see to it that this imposter suffers a great deal, of that you can be assured. Any debt that he owes to you will be paid."
[Rosiel]


Quite the predicament the fat man had embossed himself in, so many enemies for such a weak soul. Addressing Rosiel first about the snake, "You have no need fear Wadjet. She understands the difference between an attack and a movement." His face softens only slightly, the only true change is the relinquishing of the malicious intent emanating from his eyes. "He is mine to deal with, you have no need to concern yourself with him." Swirling the water in his glass he takes a sip before continuing, speaking the thought that had just entered his mind. "Perhaps you may assist me though. Some information regarding him could be quite useful to both out causes." A knowing look gazes over the rim of the glass before another sip can be drawn from it. [Runihura]


A soft smile graces her lips, the barest hint of what look to be fangs can be seen for a moment. "You speak wisely Mi'lord. Much as my Master Mordren would speak." She uncorks the small bottle in her hand and takes a sip before considering which offer given her this night would be most beneficial to her current employer. "What information do you seek on the laothsome slob who has taken my Master's place?"
[Rosiel]


Sitting back in his chair, Runihura continued his gentle caress to the serpent, fingers grazing casually over the snakes head. Studying Rosiel a moment more he chooses his words carefully, knowing the next few lines would decide the woman's willingness to assist him. "I wish to know of what other establishments he might frequent, whether it be home, or stores in the city. Perhaps also what carriage he uses to move about in, as I am sure there is a team of horses that must pull him around at the detriment to their own well-being." He dared not even smile at his own humor as he awaited the reaction from Rosiel. There was much to much at stake in this simple conversation. [Runihura]


A soft chuckle fills the shadowed corner as Rosiel leans back into her chair. The smile remains as she takes another sip of her drink, taking her time before speaking. "I don't think the tubby lard can fit into a carriage, let alone walk on his own, but you have my word that I will discover what I can about him. If the information is not helpful to you, it will be to my Master Mordren."
[Rosiel]


Upon the receipt of Rosiel's statement, a light chuckle courses from Runihura's mouth. "Your master, he is away from the city?" Curiosity was gradually beginning to get the better of him as the woman continuously mentioned her 'master'. Taking a long drink of the refreshing water, Runihura then moves to place the near empty glass upon the table before him, scrutinizing eyes wandering over the bottle before Rosiel. Its contents remained much of a mystery to him, having not had much experience with reddish liquids. The clear bottle was also a wonderment to the man, although he did not allow his mind be distracted for long. The thought process took but an instant, before he was gazing into Rosiel's glowing eyes. [Runihura]


Rosiel smirks slightly and raises the bottle once more to sip at it's contents. She wondered what the man would think if he knew she was drinking the blood of a mortal like him. "I suppose you could say that he is away. He wasarrested. This fool Henrik thinks he can move in and take over without so much as a 'how do you do'. I would very much like to see him disposed of before my Master returns. He and that traitorous fool Foster. For his death I would gladly prolong my acursed life." Her eyes seem to grow brighter as she talks of Foster, her deep rooted hatred for him visible even amidst the glow. How she wished she had been able to go through with her plans of making him appear to be the vampire under Mordren's roof. [Rosiel]

Reaching for the pitcher, he takes another glass of water, the woman's intense desire to have Foster taking care of, nearly sending a shiver down his spine. "This Foster, what could one hope to gain if he were disposed of?" She would not have spoke so vehemently about the man had she known of what had transpired earlier. Trained as he was, no outwards feelings were shown on the subject as he pondered the ability to profit off a deed already done. "Perhaps, if an agreement could be made, I might be willing to see to the drastic shortening of the man's life." [Runihura]


A rather malicious gleam fills Rosiel's eyes at the thought of watching Foster suffer in death and a soft smile slowly spreads across her lips. "Without Foster, Mordren will have no one to trust but me." She would be his right hand "man" so to speak, and no one would dare to question her abilities again. She would much rather see his blood shed by her own hands, but if this stranger had a plan already then she was not about to stand in his way. "What agreement do you propose stranger? You already have my word that I will find the information available on the fat tub of lard, what more can you gain from the death of one simpleton?"
[Rosiel]


Leaning forwards, he thoughtfully begins stroking the length of the cobra until its body coils, his face serious. Hazel eyes can almost show their color even in the dark as he leans closer to Rosiel. "Perhaps, until I can acquire Henrik's belongings, I may have a need of some coinage. I fear I arrived in your city with very little to call my own." He watches, waiting, ever vigilant eyes tracing the outline of Rosiel as his hand incessantly strokes the scaled being before him. The snake itself seems to watch Rosiel too, its tiny eyes sparkling off the slight light from the candle across the tavern. [Runihura]



The silver-blue glow of her eyes fades as she looks into his eyes, a bit of the icy blue returning. She pulls a small pouch from inside her belt and sets it on the table. "This is all I can offer for now. Henrik guards Mordren's coffers jealously as if they were his own." She turns her eyes then to the snake. "Wadjet was it?" She asks softly, not to the stranger but the snake itself, believing that all creatures have wisdom. She extends her hand with her palm facing upward, wondering if snakes fear her as all other animals seem to. "You are lucky to have such a master." Her voice is soft and soothing, the rasping sound having left when she lowered her voice. She turns her eyes away from the snake, trusting it to treat her with the same respect she treats it and looks at the stranger. "My name is Rosiel. Call up one me when next you enter the Raven and you will be shown to my room. We may talk freely there.”
[Rosiel]


The snake oddly enough has no fear of the woman, perhaps it is just the nearness of its master, and the two feed off each other, but one may never know. It watches the hand curiously, but makes no overt attempts to approach it. "Very well then Rosiel, I will be sure to inform them that Runihura wishes to speak with you. I am sure you will find my actions in this case will be swiftly carried out." At this he moves to stand, bowing slightly to the woman. Painted eyes close a moment before he turns away from Rosiel, speaking softly to the snake about his forearm. "Good eve Rosiel." He approaches the door and leaves, becoming yet another shadow in the streets. [Runihura]

April 13, 2007
Characters: Rosiel, Runihura
NPC’s: Henrik, played by Mordren
Synopsis: Returning to the Moon Raven Tavern, Runihura and Rosiel meet with Henric.




Morning light filters through the filthy windows of the Raven, giving the common room a greyish hue, the wooden tables looking sick in the light. From the back of the tavern are the sounds of people waking up, moving about their rooms in preparation for the day. One room remains silent, though it's occupant is fully awake, biding her time until the others have settled into their daily routines.
[Rosiel]


Henrik's eyes opened quickly, and the massive man nearly jumped out of his seat-- another nightmare. These horrors had plagued him consistently of late, varying images of how he would meet his death. One of them, the most colorful, involved a very violent procedure in which several of his appendages were torn from his grossly overweight self. "Naelmi!" he shouted into the empty room, the maid had retired after a late night serving the customers. Things had become harder for her without Foster who, at one point or another, had stumbled out of the Raven in a delusional state. "Foster!" There was nobody at his side, as early as it was, and so the fat man felt terribly alone.
[Mordren]


Not much sleep was granted to Runihura, his late night visit to the Moon Raven, barely had much effect on the reborn man. He stood in an alleyway, hoping his clothing might blend his form in slightly. Some may recognize him from the last nights happenings. The cobra about his wrist would give to much away if he allowed it. The Inn as expected was slow, being the early morn. Painted eyes flickered up and down the street, body twisting to pretend at some other action as the few citizens passed him by. He waited for any sign of the man that his 'pet' had bit the previous night, so that he may have truly gained his reward from Rosiel. [Runihura]


Inside her room, Rosiel could only smirk. She'd slipped a sleeping draft into Naelmi's water before the poor girl had retired and she somehow knew that Foster wouldn't answer his "master's" summons. She stood and went to her door peering out into the hallway to see if anyone was responding to Henrik's call. Seeing no one she slipped silently into the hall, just one more shadow among many. Soft ice blue eyes gaze into the common room, unseen by any within.
[Rosiel]


The glutton tried to rise from his seat, but only made it half of the way before falling back onto the chair, the legs of which groaned loudly in protest. "Naelmi!" he repeated, and still, no answer. Turning himself to face the table, Henrik found the remnants of a dinner from the night before. Cold pheasant, buzzing with a pair of flies who had decided that, if the human who had abandoned the meal did not want it, it would be less than inconvenient for them to finish the creature off. The fat man shooed the flies off with his hand before picking at the meat that remained, eating select portions of it at a slow pace.
[Mordren]


Moving into the street, Runihura was able to stand out amongst any of the threadbare individuals that might skulk the area at this time. Although he wore little, his clothing was far superior to the peasant rabble that infested the lower area of Irae. Moving to the door of the tavern, Runihura allowed various images to cross his mind. Ways in which Henrik might die. Truly the fat man could not defend himself, which would allow little pride to be felt in his death. Still, Runihura would gain some respect at the ending of the fat man's life. Reaching for the door, known to be unlocked, the handle turned ever so slowly, allowing no notice of his arrival upon the inner tavern. With the door ready to be thrust open, Runihura gazed up and down the street, seeking those that may become hostile shall a scream arise while the sun struggled to make its ascent. [Runihura]


The shadows near Henrik shifted ever so slightly as Rosiel drew near to him. If one were not watching closely her movements would not been seen at all. Her voice is soft, holding just enough of last night's threat as she leans close to Henrik. "You're quite alone in this little establishment. Naelmi can't hear you and Foster is dead. You have only me now Henrik." A slow smile touches her lips as she steps back into the shadows completely and moves to his other side, staying well out of striking distance of his tubby arms. "You should know, that sweet man with the painted eyes made sure he suffered a slow and painful death. Just like the one you will face soon enough." She steps aside into the light and gazes at Henrik with cold malice, her blue eyes more like ice than ever before, the air around her growing chilled.
[Rosiel]


"D-d-death?" Henrik paused a moment as the concept of it registered. His face twisted into an extremely unusual shape, the folds of fat bulging and almost burying his small brown orbs. Feigning apathy, the fat man chuckled nervously. "You, girl... you would be incapable of killing me. And even if you did take my life, there are hundreds whose salaries I pay that would just as soon end yours." Once more, the human returns to his pheasant. "Go now, begone. I have no time to spend with women who refuse to pay for their rooms and their meals."
[Mordren]


The sounds of voices from beyond the door halt the man for a moment, his ears straining to pick up the words as they are spoken. The few words he was able to pick up labeled the man to be Henrik, who owed
him a great debt. A malicious smile crawled across the face of the tanned being, eyes widening in anticipation of what might come. With a gentle caress to soothe Wadjet, Runihura stepped into the tavern as the last words trickled from Henrik's mouth. With a gentle push, Runihura is able to close the door behind him, the wood rasping against each other before an audible click resounds in the otherwise silent common room. Gazing coldly at Henrik, hazel eyes barely take notice of Rosiel who manages to blend in, even while standing in plain view. "Good morning Henrik. I trust you slept well, and your bodyguard sleeps even better." [Runihura]


Gazing still at the fat tub of lard before her, Rosiel only smirks at Runihura's timely entrance. It had been far too long since she'd actively used the powers her Curse had given her, the chill air spreading closer to Henrik as she drains the very air of it's warmth. Soon it would reach Henrik and his stutter would be from more than just mere nervousness. She remains quiet, willing him to forget she is there and focus on a far greater adversary than herself. [Rosiel]


The fat man shakes his head. "It never rains..." he offers as he tears another piece of meat free and slips it between his large lips. "You know," he begins, chuckling, "this whole thing is all just one giant misunderstanding. Clearly, I've misled you two," he began and then, after grabbing the nearest object--a dull knife-- and throwing it at Runihura with a surprising amount of speed and force, added, "into thinking that I'm just a stupid, fat old man!"
[Mordren]


Upon watching the man grab the knife, Runihura was already stepping to the side as Henrik released the projectile. The knife passed by Runihura with an audible buzz in his ears, the action furthering the dark smile that spread across his face. "Now Henrik.. Is that any way to greet a friend?" The emphasis on friend lit the dark smile into Runihura's eyes as he kept his distance from the man. Eager to test the fat man's abilities he crouched low to the ground, releasing the serpent about his wrist. The snake moved into a corner, keeping away from the commotion that was sure to erupt in the tavern. "I invite you to at least stand, before I let you taste my blade." Runihura made no move to unsheathe the scimitar about his waist as he gazed at Henrik with a murderous blaze burning in hazel eyes. [Runihura]

While Henrik was occupied with throwing knives at Runihura the air began to take on a frigid quality. Rosiel made two cautious steps toward Henrik, spreading the chill air around him. Never before had she been glad of her ability to drain the life from everything around her until this moment. Her Curse had been a part of herself that she had feared and denied, knowing full well that it might spread to the next person without warning. At least that is what she was lead to believe when the Curse had struck down the members of her father's army one by one. They turned to slaughter each other in the end, never truly dying. How far she had fallen from the grace of her youth to stand near such a loathsome creature now.
[Rosiel]


"Stand? No! I won't give you the false sense of honor you seek. No, you'll kill me while I'm seated. I won't give you the satisfaction of bragging that you killed a legend in the underground such as myself. Not while I was standing, and certainly not while I'm armed. If you're intent on killing me, do i-" Henrik shouted, before the air took on a much more biting quality. "W-what sort of magic is this?" he hissed. Now his fear was painted upon his expression.
[Mordren]


Approaching Henrik, Runihura almost swayed much like the snake he favors so much, taking stock of the possible weapons across the table. "Truly your lack of ability to stand does not hinder me in any way." Pulling a chair out, he spins it in one hand, allowing it to rest with back facing the table. "I can make you suffer. Much the way your friend Foster has suffered." A low chuckle erupts from the depths of the man's soul, dragging itself to each corner of the tavern. Runihura's lips barely move, but it is readily apparent he would take great pleasure in the demise of Henrik. "This can all be spared if you only give me a gold payout in a lifetimes worth of drinks." [Runihura]


Satisfied that Henrik was duly warned she held her stance, the air surrounding him growing slowly colder instead of the rapid chill that had descended upon him. A soft smirk touches the corner of her lips and she takes her eyes away from him finally, having drained enough energy from the air and now Henrik that her total concentration was not needed. She turns them to Runihura and nods her head in greeting, acknowledging him for the first time since he entered the tavern. Her gaze was still cool, oddly calm for the events happening before her. She turns her gaze to the snake coiled in the corner and then focuses on the events at hand. "Really Henrik, you should not believe the stories about vampires drinking blood. They are hardly true of all who are Cursed to walk the earth without knowing the taste of death. There are those who can feed on your very soul..."
[Rosiel]


"What? Hah! Any child knows that the tales of vampires are simply myths used to scare them into their beds at night... you are nothing more than a witch!" Now, looking with hatred at the foreigner, Henrik adds, "And you! Associating with this... this concubine! You should be ashamed. How can you ever expect to make a name for yourself in Irae? Walking around so scarcely dressed, and keeping company with serpents and whores. I'd kill you myself, if I had a weapon."
[Mordren]


Sitting upon the chair with arms low, fingers grazing along the carving of the wood, Runihura lets out a light breath. "Your fork may be a weapon for those skilled enough." Shrugging lightly he furthers his mocking of the man, "I doubt you could use it though. I am sure you’ve expended your days energy in what you call a throw." Leaning back in his chair, with arms extended out, he speaks again, "As you see I hold no weapons. This can all be settled peacefully." Blinking his eyes, Runihura waits for his message to filter into the man, "You can give me all you own and you will be rolled out the door. Or you can die, and I take all you own." [Runihura]



Cold blue eyes resumed their glare at Henrik's pronouncement of her apparent trade. The temperature around the man began to plummet at a seemingly impossible rate, small crystals of ice forming along the floor where various liquids had been spilled. The floor boards beneath his chair began to groan from the strain of bearing him as they froze, a sharp crack echoing around the Inn.
[Rosiel]




"P-piss on you, foreigner. I'm not going to give you anything, least of all something that you've not earned. You can go ahead and end me, if you think you have what it takes to run my business. But remember," shaking his head in an attempt to shake off the cold, "there's a lot of others that will do the same as you in a flash."
[Mordren]


Leaning against the back of the chair, Runihura's voice dropped low, the sounds coming as a whisper. "I have earned at least free drinks for my life, but you refused those." As he spoke his voice began to rise, "Your business, I could run in such a way as to make you grovel at my feet." His aggressive tone soon had Runihura ready to strike at the man as he stood gradually, "Had you been able to run it properly, you would not be in the predicament you find yourself now." With hands fully on the top of his chair, Runihura loomed over Henrik's table, painted eyes gazing down at the slob. "You can not even find yourself to a room. What good are you really, to the underworld that inhabits this city like all others?" [Runihura]



The silent shadow behind Henrik moved again. Three steps closer, the biting air that surrounds him growing ever colder, shrinking so that Runihura is not touched by them. Rosiel extends her hand slowly, her eyes watchful for any movement to deter her from her intended victim. Her ice blue eyes are full of cold rage, focused solely on Henrik's hulking mass. No other thought touched her mind than that he would pay for his callous remarks.
[Rosiel]


The fat man was growing extremely lethargic, and his head began to slump. "I am..." he began, "I am an a-a-asset to this city." Falling forward onto the table, Henrik hit the hard wood with a thump. His gigantic form shook violently at first, but the spasms slowed, and he attempted to say something but found himself without a voice.
[Mordren]


The sudden turn of events shocked Runihura as he watched the man drop to the table. Painted eyes grow wide at the sight of Henrik falling unconscious before him. Looking to Rosiel he lets a long sigh, "Given how he does not allow me to kill him in a fashion befitting a status which he gives himself. It may be in my best interest to let him suffer." Dragging his hands across the shendot attached his waist, Runihura procures a needle, its metal form glistening under the light that permeates into the tavern. With needle in hand he moves to stand behind Henrik, his hand poised just above his color bone, the point of the needle pointing down. [Runihura]

A single touch, a glancing of her thin nail along his arm, is all that Rosiel needs for the cold to reach beyond the layers of blubber that time and gluttonous eating have heaped upon Henrik. The air around him grows warmer once more, though the chill should infest his bones before long. If the power of her Curse worked as it should, he would never feel warmth again, but always a cold that eats at him from inside. Her task complete she backs away and allows Runihura to do what he will. [Rosiel]



Still unable to speak, the fat man's eyes catch a glimpse of the needle lingering just above his throat. With a concerted effort, he flails out with his right hand, hoping to grab at the arm of the would-be murderer, a grunt escaping from his pale lips.
[Mordren]

Reaching forward with his free hand, Runihura blocks the flailing arm as his needle moves down into the fleshy area between the bones that make up Henrik's collar. the needle digs deep, stabbing into his lung, puncturing the organ easily. His hand moves with practiced care to the other side as he whispers into Henrik's ear. "Your death will now be slow, your breathing will become labored, as you try. Your will find that your body can never be filled again." Switching ears, Runihura continues in the same cold whisper that has been the last of sounds many beings have heard, "Perhaps when I prick you again will your death come quicker, but the pain, the panic will be no less." [Runihura]


While Runihura had been speaking with Henrik, Rosiel moved into his line of sight. Her eyes sparkled with mirth at seeing the great man in such a position. "I do hope you enjoy my little gift Henrik. I'm sure it will be enough to settle my account with you. I'll go and wake Naelmi now if you still desire her company..." She lets her voice trail off, soft laughter following her as she walks to fetch the barmaid.
[Rosiel]


A slight gurgling sound escaped the lips of Henrik as blood filled his lungs. He would die far faster than expected, though the pain he felt was still immense. A small spurt of blood ran onto the table from where the needle had pierced flesh, leaving traces on the pheasant which the fat man had been picking at only a few minutes earlier.
[Mordren]


Pulling away from the man as his life began to seep away, Runihura turned to Rosiel. "My part in this deal is complete. For my payment I accept no less then to replace his status, supplanting your master until he returns. Your cooperation in my endeavors will be appreciated." Stepping away from Henrik, he gazes upon his work with an appraising eye, still not meeting Rosiel's gaze. Wadjet, sensing the change in her masters mood, begins moving across the floor, her serpentine body rippling over the ground. displeased at crossing the dirty expanse, she is glad to wrap herself over Runihura's arm, which now rests close to the ground. [Runihura]


Pausing before Naelmi's door, Rosiel nods and smiles softly at Runihura. He would have her full cooperation until Mordren returned. For now they needed someone to remove the garbage that would soon stink up the tavern and there was little time before the lunch rush came in. Rosiel slips silently into Naelmi's room and rouses her, telling her to make sure the trash is cleaned from the Raven's common room before noon. [Rosiel]

After watching Rosiel disappear down the hallway, Runihura decided to make his own escape. It would do no good to have him remain inside the tavern as the staff began their rounds. Exiting the door, he made his way to his temporary home, in hopes of some rest. [Runihura]

May 2, 2007
Characters: Runihura, Olav
NPC’s: Naelmi (Played by Runihura)
Synopsis: Olav enters, delivering a warning to Runihura about an imminent threat.



Early evening had made itself known as more and more patrons chose to make their way down the already darkening back streets to the Moon Raven. The waitress Naelmi was busily getting orders from the newer patrons, her glance occasionally falling to a man in a thin white robe. Each glance caused her to force back an unwanted shiver before she hurried on her way. What could cause the reaction was unknown to a bystander, except for those that shared her reaction upon gazing to the man. Through the din of people moving about, a snake can be seen coiled before the man, its head lifted slightly as its owner traced the tips of his fingers down the scales of the serpent. Painted fingernails catching the light in an odd way. [Runihura]


The shadows of the alleyway chased a pair of rapidly moving feet, owned by a stumbling man with grey locks. Each step was laboured, or so it would seem by the wheezes of air escaping the man's lips. In fact, these were words that he was muttering. Directions to a tavern. Onward he stumbled, losing his footing in the space of a moment, his right hand catching him as he fell and his left placed firmly atop his forehead. Blood ran from between his fingers, striking the earth as the old fellow rose, but he was determined to make his destination, the Moon Raven, with a warning for those he had seen in the last few moments of his bond with the spirit he had newly summoned.


Sharp hazel eyes, accented by the malachite dusting his lids scanned the tavern, face cold as he glanced over his new home, his new business. A fool the most recent owner had been, willing to release his grip over the establishment over a simple bet he fairly lost. The Eye of Horus resting across Runihura's chest would catch the light as he leaned forward to take the glass before him into hand for a small swallow of its contents. A few words spoken seemingly to the air, caused a reaction in the cobra before him, its eyes closing as it laid its head into the coiled nest of its own body. As the snake slept, he caught the ever glancing eyes of Naelmi and merely lifted his glass. The woman would nod quickly to the unspoken request, a forced smile doing little to light up her face. [Runihura]


The door of the Raven swung loosely upon its hinges as the wounded Slav entered, hand still upon his head, blood still dripping. The flames upon nearby candles began to burn in the direction of the man as he stumbled forward. His lips moved violently, but a series of hisses were all that his shouted words amounted to-- empty hisses. Frustrated at his inability to speak, Olav grabbed the ends of a nearby table, built of solid oak, and overturned it. The table flipped with a loud clatter, the mixture of the smashing of glass and the splintering of a wooden chair which had been unfortunate enough to be caught beneath the larger, heavier object. Another hiss escaped the lips, this time a roar, as the gravekeeper swiped across his chest with his left hand, catching a glass sitting upon a second table and sending it smashing into the nearest wall, splattering the redwine within all about.
[Olav]


As the table hit the ground, Runihura had begun to move from his seat, a heated look gracing his features. His face had become flushed as he neared the man choosing the tavern to make his own playground. He moved in silence, his presence gaining as much in stairs as the antics of the newcomer. Dodging people ready to abandon their seats, he made it before Olav with surprising quickness as he weaved amongst the various barriers, mimicking the movements of the snake that still laid coiled upon his table. "Whatever the point is you wish to make by destroying my tavern, I will be knowing, and maybe the blood that falls from your head will be the only blood that falls!" He spoke in a voice audible to those nearest, but his words were delivered in a dangerous tone to show that he meant what he had said. A hand rested lightly upon the falcon headed pommel of his scimitar. [Runihura]


The bloodied hand strayed from the wound, allowing the blood pouring from it to run freely down the face of the old man. Reaching out with the aforementioned hand at a nearby candle, the lips of the man parted and he mouthed several words in a quick chain. The flame grew quickly and violently, taking on a blue hue, before it strayed from the candle's wick to the bloody hand of the summoner. With nimble movements of the index fingers on both of his hands, Olav spelled out a message for the man who had strode towards him and offered what he had perceived as a threat. "DO I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION?" the flames formed the question, leaping occasionally towards the man who had shaped the words.
[Olav]


The only thing saving a drastic reaction across the face of Runihura was the years he had spent doing his line of work, but still within his eyes there held the slightest tinge of fear. His blade was near unsheathed as the flames began to make their way towards Olav. As the flames flowed to make words, his hand stopped, allowing the blade to slide partially back into its resting place. "You had my attention when you first entered." Wrinkling his brow at the man, Runihura made a motion to Naelmi which brought the waitress closer to the two men. Her steps became more tentative the closer she came to Runihura and Olav. Runihura watched the man, fingers playing along the pommel as he waited for the man's next move. [Runihura]


Running his hands beneath the flaming words, the message dissolved, returning the fire to his palms. Once more he worked quickly to form a new message. "GOOD," it began, as the man looked across to a patron nearby. His eyes burned with the same intensity as the flame before him, and the blood had stopped pouring from his wound. The trail that had run down his face had blackened. "I COME WITH GRIM TIDINGS." He allowed the message to remain for several moments, long enough to be read, before recollecting the fire and adding, "PERHAPS IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA FOR US TO SPEAK ALONE."
[Olav]


Looking sharply to Naelmi he delivered his short message to her, "Water and a cloth." The words were spoken in the same manner he spoke to her, the situation driving him to show more emotion then he would normally allow. Ushering a hand towards the hallway, Runihura began to make his way across the floor again, knowing the man would have no choice but to follow. "I will right the table when I return." This second message he gave just as he was passing to move into the hallway. Reaching upwards over his shoulder, his thumb and middle finger come together to rasp out a soft snap. The sound was enough to carry the slightest vibration that triggered an inborn command to the cobra. Waking immediately it began to make its way off the table, scales grazing across the wooden surface of the table and nearby chair before reaching the ground. [Runihura]


Dissolving the message once more, Olav nodded. He would not write another until they were alone. The Slav followed Runihura with deliberate steps, his feet sliding soundlessly over the old floorboards beneath. The flames of nearby candles tilted towards the gravekeeper as he walked, the smoke forming a light curtain about his form. He kept a careful watch for any followers with his blazing blue orbs, and noting only the serpent, he allowed himself to relax. [Olav]


The journey down the empty hallway was brief, giving the two just enough distance to be hidden from the sight of the patrons. Opening a door, Runihura steps in holding the door for Olav and directing him towards one of two empty chairs. He of course held the door until his 'pet' had made its way into the room with the two men. The door closed with a soft click, Runihura brandishing a key which he uses to lock the door before moving to take the chair opposite Olav. Upon seating himself, the cobra moves to join its master, coiling itself about the leg of the man as it moved steadily up his body to its usual resting place of the unadorned arm. [Runihura]


"I WON'T BOTHER TO WASTE ANY TIME-- YOURS, OR MINE." A moment passed before the flames took on a new form, "SOMETHING IS COMING TO PAY YOU A VISIT. SOMETHING FAR WORSE THAN MYSELF." Taking a moment to register his surroundings, Olav blinked and the flames dropped back into his hands. A half-minute might have passed in the space between those words and the following. "IT IS LOOKING FOR REVENGE. I SAW THE FACES OF AN ELVEN LADY AND A YOUNG MAN WITH DARK HAIR."
[Olav]


As the message appeared, a soft knock came upon the door before a key turned in its depths. The door opened to allow a set of hands to push a bowl inside, a cloth resting upon its edges. As quickly as the door opened, it was closed again as Runihura digested the words scrawled with fire. "I thank you for your warning, but it seems odd that you would come here, wounded as you were to deliver a message about people you seem to have no prior knowledge of." Leaning back in his chair, Runihura opened his mouth to speak again, "Perhaps if you were willing to stay longer, your may be able to attend to the wound atop your head. It may be healed, but you may wish to wash it before venturing into the city again." A single finger he lifts to point in the direction of the fresh water and bowl, the serpents head moving in unison with the single digit. [Runihura]


Turning to look at the bowl, the Slav attempted to chuckle-- hisses, again. "THE WOUND IS SUPERFICIAL," he wrote without facing the man. As the flames dissolved, he added quickly, "AND I COME WITH THE WARNING BECAUSE IT WAS I WHO UNLEASHED THE THING." Turning back to Runihura, Olav's eyes danced with a mixture of anger and shame. "IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CONTROLLABLE."
[Olav]


Barely waiting for the words to finish writing themselves, Runihura is already questioning the man before him, "What is it you have chosen to summon, and have no hope of controlling?" The man he had no idea who it might be, but the elven woman, Runihura knew within himself who she might be. "Why would you even summon a creature you had no chance of controlling? I would think all spell casters capable of controlling their abilities." Being new to the city, and his apparent rise in his position, Runihura knew little of what had transpired before he came, but his mind was now reeling with questions. He stood to lose much if this creature began making a point of killing those under him. [Runihura]


Once again, the gravekeeper attempted to laugh, and once more a dry hiss escaped his lips. "MY MAGICKS ARE MORE... TEMPERMENTAL THAN THOSE OF CONVENTIONAL SPELLSHAPERS." The Slav's eyes danced with determination now, in place of the weakness that had resided in them before. "IT IS THE NATURE OF THE DARK ART. VERY UNPREDICTABLE." Waiting for the words to register, Olav tapped his feet idly. "I WAS ATTEMPTING TO SUMMON THE SPIRIT OF A DEAD MAN. I HAVE DONE IT BEFORE." Shaking his head, he added, "THIS ONE MUST HAVE BEEN QUITE BITTER ABOUT A PAST TRANSGRESSION."
[Olav]


Leaning forward at the mention of summoning a dead man, and the admission of accomplishing it before, it was clear these things intrigued the man sitting opposite Olav. "You can summon the dead you say? For what purpose do you use these beings, I doubt they would wish to be commanded by a single mortal. As you may have learned from your last attempt." Steepling his hands together before him, the serpent moves again, coiling itself around both wrists, ever moving as thoughts dance through Runihura's mind. Having been given a second chance himself, Runihura began to dwell on the man's abilities. Perhaps if he could summon those who are dead, others from his past could be brought back upon the earth. [Runihura]


"FOR THE MOST PART, THE DEAD ARE QUITE SUBMISSIVE," wrote the Slav, repeating the action of shaking his head. "NOT THIS ONE. VENGEANCE. I HAVE NEVER FELT SUCH A COMPULSION AS THE ONE THAT THIS SPIRIT CARRIED." Olav did not want to share his reasons with the man, and so when the flames returned, he replied with a simple, "MY REASONS ARE MY OWN TO KNOW. SUFFICE IT TO SAY THAT IT IS A NECESSARY PROCESS."
[Olav]


"Very well..." At a loss for a name Runihura is forced to use a title he does not know if the man may appreciate, "Sir. I am sure you have your reasons for keeping quiet. But I do hope you will not summon anymore beings to wreak havoc on my tavern. It would be bad for business if the walking dead are continuously taking revenge on some being that chooses to make this place their home, or source of drink." Pursing his lips he allows a brief, low hiss to escape, the snake ever moving between Runihura's two wrists coming to a stop, its eyes fixating upon Olav as its owners do the same. The stare of both beings would be enough to unnerve most people, but there is no malicious intent to be wrought from the contemplative gaze. [Runihura]


"LIKE I HAVE CLAIMED, IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CONTROLLABLE." Glancing now at the snake, at its cold orbs, Olav's own eyes flash with the dancing flames. "IT WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN, OF THIS I CAN BE SURE." The Slav stands now, wringing his hands before continuing. "I HAVE DELIVERED THE MESSAGE WHICH I CAME TO SHARE. IT IS TIME FOR ME TO LEAVE."
[Olav]


"Very well. Perhaps at a later date we can meet again, we may have use for each other. At the very least we could talk, when your creature has been dealt with." Moving to stand, Runihura makes his way to the door, the snake on instinct, taking its place around his single arm again. Unlocking the door, he motions to the bowl still set upon the floor, "As I said before, you may wish to wipe the blood from you before venturing into the city again. If you wish to speak, ask for Runihura if you find reason to return here." With these words spoken, he begins to walk down the hall, towards the common room where he need finish cleaning the mess made by Olav. [Runihura]


The back of the man turned, it was unlikely that he would see the words which appeared following his diatribe. "I WILL RETURN, EVENTUALLY." Then, making tight fists of his palms, the Slav quenched the flames, sinking into the darkness. Kneeling, Olav washed his hands and face before taking his leave of the place through a nearby window. He would rather not face the drunken inquisitions of the Raven's patrons on this night, which promised to be the busiest of his long life.
[Olav]

My 14, 2007
Characters: Rosiel, Runihura
Synopsis: Runihura wakes Rosiel with a warning.


A day had passed since Runihura had been visited by the odd man who spoke with fire. A day he kept very much to himself, deep in thought as he mulled over the previous nights encounter. The night was still quiet, to early for many of the tavern's regular occupants to have arrived. In Runihura's mind it was the perfect time to confront the one person he felt he could trust. Leaving the confines of his private room, he moved down the hall with feet landing gently upon the floor. The transparent cloth that made his clothing reflecting much of the dim lighting that graced the wooden enclosure. [Runihura]


Dozing softly, Rosiel seemed more a shadowed figment than a real person, the lighting in her room a pale comparison with that in the hall. Her breathing was shallow, hardly loud enough to be noticed. For those not used to one of her kind, it would appear she were dead or dying. Her left eye was open enough for the iris to show, unnervingly staring into the room.
[Rosiel]

Moving further down the hall, Runihura afforded a glance into the commons. Acknowledging Naelmi with a nod, he retreats into the hallway again, his free hand grazing along the scales of Wadjet. Upon reaching Rosiel's door, he rasps the wood with his knuckles, the slight sound hardly audible in the hallway, but would carry into the room. He awaits the answer with patience, although what was on his mind was near enough to make him burst into the room and demand answers. [Runihura]


Rosiel barely acknowledges the knock at the door, her left eye closing a fraction before both eyes open. She hated being disturbed when her door was closed but only Mordren knew of her preference for sleeping during the day. No real work could be done when the sun was shining when you worked for a man who preferred the darkness. That was fine with her. Her Curse didn't much like the sun either. "Enter."
[Rosiel]


Runihura pushes the door open slowly, hazel eyes taking a moment to adjust to the darker area. Tracing his glance along the floor, he soon sees the shadowed form of Rosiel still in her bed. Reaching for a dresser of some sort, Runihura coaxes the snake to release its grip and rest upon the surface. The soft click of the door closing follows the action as he nudges the door closed with his foot. "Good evening, Rosiel." The words came out soft and slow as he averted his eyes from the prone woman. "I do not wish to disturb you as I understand your nights do not begin until later. However there is a matter I wish to discuss with you before we are needed out front." [Runihura]


With a soft, hardly audible sigh, Rosiel sits up and turns her eyes to Runihura. A soft blue glow lights her eyes, leaving a trail of dim light as she moves. "You are my Master now, until Mordren returns, I can hardly begrudge your need to speak with me." She motions to the bed and curls her knees up to her chest. "Please make yourself comfortable. I would offer you a chair, but I have none. Not many people feel the need to visit me."
[Rosiel]


A rare natural chuckle trickles its way from Runihura's mouth at the last words spoken from Rosiel. "Odd you should mention that, because that is the very reason I am here. There is at least one other being who would wish to visit you." He pauses long enough to allow the words to sink in before he takes a deep breath to continue. The slightest facial change of a grimace would go unnoticed to normal eyes in this dark room as he takes in the breath. "I had a visitor last night, a rather interesting one at that.” [Runihura]


The grimace is noticed, but ignored for the time being as Rosiel mulls over who would possibly want to speak with her. "Your visitors hardly concern me Master, unless they are a threat to your business. I'm little more than a glorified guard." Her eyes shift slightly to the snake, a slight smile forming at the corner of her mouth. "Good evening Wadjit. Make yourself comfortable. The second drawer from the top has a few blankets."
[Rosiel]

Before speaking again, Runihura drags the mentioned drawer open, his companion quickly making its way into the cushioned drawer. After the shifting form of the snake disappears its head moves up swaying in a circle, its eyes on Rosiel before it retreats fully into the drawer. Watching Rosiel with uncharacteristically sharp eyes for a human, a mark of his training. "Well considering what I speak of is a warning for you, I think it would be in your best interest to show concern. Because this matter may directly affect the way my businessis is run. It would do me no good to lose the one person in this place I trust in the slightest." Taking a deep breath, he calms his emotions before speaking again, "The man who warned me, spoke of a spirit that had shown him a vision of an elven woman, and a young dark haired man." [Runihura]


Smirking, Rosiel stands and moves to the hazy window that barely lets in the light of day, let alone any light during the evening hours. "I have little fear of the dead my Master. My Curse affords me certain...privileges." She turns back, her eyes glowing brighter in the darker half of the room. "But if it concerns your business I will of course give it my utmost attention."
[Rosiel]


The grim visage that had painted his features before had slowly begun to disappear, "Very well, if you are confident in your abilities. Just remember, vengeance is a powerful weapon, rather you are alive, dead, or undead." Closing his eyes in thought, he takes a moment before deciding to speak again, "I only ask you this one other thing... Who is the man that he spoke of? Is he your former master?" [Runihura]


Rosiel shrugs softly and leans against the wall, her black clothing melting against the shadows so that only her face is visible. "Mordren had dark hair and was young, but there are many in this City who could be described as such. I do not know this "elven" woman you speak of though." The light in her eyes fades a bit as she thinks and then smirks. "Foster would be able to tell you more."
[Rosiel]



It seemed odd to Runihura, that Rosiel would act the way she is. "Your 'Curse' it has not clouded your mind has it?" It was blatant to him who the elf was, but she seemed to be playing it off, and Foster... He is dead. Runihura repeats his thoughts out loud, "You do recall that Foster is dead, do you not? He died soon after I arrived, it was part of an agreement we made."


Rosiel chuckles and nods. "I know he is dead Master, which is why you are quite without the information you need." She was becoming a bit bored with this conversation, and certainly didn't like that he believed she was addle-brained. "There were rumors that Mordren kidnapped some woman. Whether she was elf or not I do not know. I was not privy to that information before his arrest."
[Rosiel]


With a slight shrug of his shoulders, Runihura turns to leave but stops himself, his curiosity not yet satisfied, "Who did you and Mordren kill that would wish to seek vengeance upon you both?" He knew he may be prying to much but there were answers he thought he deserved if he were to continue running this tavern. "I wish to know, because I will not have this tavern ripped from under me by every person you and your former master have displeased." He only speaks the truth, no attack with his words, but his annoyance gradually seeps through. [Runihura]



Shaking her head softly, Rosiel pushes away from the wall and walks towards Runihura. "I have killed no one Master. I tried to frame one of Mordren's lackies, but I did not take part in anyone's death." Her eyes glow softly, a touch of sympathy for her new master evident. "Shall I turn to the darker quarters of town to find an answer?"
[Rosiel]


Turning towards the dresser, Runihura reaches for the drawer Wadjit is coiled in, without a command the snake coils itself around his wrist before he stands full again. "Whoever it was you have wronged, wants revenge. I would prefer you to still be around after this spirit has been disposed of. If you believe there is some other elf then yourself involved, please inform me. I have already lost a day and nights sleep over this matter and the individuals involved. Knowing you are not the one it seeks would do me well." An odd tinge of concern finds its way into Runihura's voice before he turns to move towards the door. [Runihura]



Rosiel nods and bows, her eyes flaring brightly, the room's temperature dropping as she prepares herself for the task she must complete. She hated going into the slums of Irae. They stank and the people did little more than die in the street or beg for money which she did not have. She kept her eyes lowered in respect as her Master left, waiting for him to be clear of the room before she drained it of every ounce of warmth. Tonight she would hunt for a new prey, and would remove the doubt that she heard in her Master's voice [Rosiel].


Exiting the room, Runihura moved back into the commons, eager to try and dull his thoughts and feeling about the current situation. The room had begun to fill more, but many moved from his path as Wadjit weaved side to side, carrying with it, her master's agitation. Needless to say, the tavern had grown more somber as its new owner sat at the edge of the bar. It would be a quiet night, unlike many of the most recent. [Runihura]

June, 7, 2007
Characters: Runihura, Kadgeon
Synopsis: Runihura meets with the owner of the Vineyards.


The night streets of lower Irae had slowly began to 'cleanse' themselves. Fewer incidents were spoken of, and some people had even felt a little more safe about wandering the streets about the Moon Raven. The new proprietor seemed to play a big part in the transition happening in the streets near the dock. Although it seemed like the streets were cleaning up, the experienced eye would quickly realize the lesser criminals were merely be pushed out as a stronger organization moved in. [Runihura]


Walking down the streets of lower Irae, Kadgeon left the hood of her cloak down to show who she was to those who lurked in the shadows. No doubt the new proprietor would have his people reporting back to him as to who came and went in his territory, but she did not care. Most of the criminals in Irae knew her, if only by reputation. She was a woman not to be messed with and they knew it. It was said she was the coldest of women and that she had no heart, and that her gaze alone could kill a man if she so chose. She was a woman of many sides, which made her all the more dangerous to the people who were not aware of her nature. Coming upon the Moon Raven she removed her cloak completely to show she hid no weapons underneath, and then walked inside to the haze of smoke and the smell of ale. [Kadgeon]



Due to recent events, the Moon Raven seemed more popular, word had spread quickly about the various goings on, and rather then drive people away, it brought more business. People wanted a chance to see for themselves what action they could. Many spots in the tavern were filled, most tables with a crowd around them as they diced, or gambled what ever games they chose fit. There was one table, noticeably empty, except for one man who sat, watching the patrons. In front of him rest a coiled snake, its head sitting in the palm of the man as he ran his fingers along the scales. Sharp eyes caught the halfling as she entered, hazel eyes dragging along the newcomer. It was not as though he counted every new person, just the ones that stood out. [Runihura]



As soon as she walked in the door she took into account the people she knew and even nodded to a few but then she came upon a man whom she had never seen nor meet before. He had a snake, well not just any snake but a cobra, sitting in front of him and petting it as if it were a dog or cat almost. Lifting one delicate black eyebrow she walked to her usual table in a corner shrouded in shadows that happened to be in a good position where she could note who came in the door and no one could walk behind her. Her pale, ice blue gaze traveled around the room until she found a waitress she was familiar with and beckoned her over and silently ordered a drink. Sitting back she continued to let her gaze roam the bar and its patrons not bothering to hide her stare. As she looked at each person it was almost as though she was staring right through them and laying their lives before her to examine. [Kadgeon]



The man with the snake whispered something as the woman walked as near the table as she would on her journey to a lone table in the corner. The snake's head swiveled to watch the woman's back a moment, apparently under the direction of the man. The scrutinizing stare of the snake lasted until the woman had seated herself, its body writhing to allow it to once again rest in its masters' hand. Few sets of eyes had seen the whole exchange, but many turned their heads away as the man once again spoke to the snake. The general consensus amongst the common folk that visited the tavern, was that he had lost his mind. Like their opinion mattered to the man, if he even knew what they thought. After watching the woman give her order, he calls the waitress to him. After a few brief words are spoken, the woman moves to the bar to relay Kadgeon's order. [Runihura]



Raising an eyebrow again as Kadgeon watched the man speak with the waitress she wondered what words had been exchanged. Deciding to find out for herself she stood and walked to the table where the man sat. "May I sit with you?“ She stood and waited for a reply and watched the cobra warily. [Kadgeon]


The cobra made no overt moves that could be called threatening, content to leave its head under the gentle petting of the oddly clothed man. Waving his free hand, the man gestured to the chair across him, “Please, any may sit where they wish." The man's gaze had become less scrutinizing, although his eyes had never lost that unwary look as he watched the smooth movements of they halfling. After a quick glance at the snake, Runihura raises an eyebrow at the caution the newcomer showed around the serpent. "Please, do not worry about Wadjet. She will not attack." [Runihura]


Smiling she was careful not to let her fangs show, she did not show all her secrets so easily to new people. 'I always show wariness around peoples animal companions. Some are extremely protective.' 'Will she allow me to pet her?' [Kadgeon]


"She may, or she may not. I do not decide her actions. However in this situation I would have to ask that you do not pet her." He gives no reason as to his wish, rather watches the woman, as though he could read into her secrets. The look lasts but a few seconds before he softens it, his voice coming out in a soothing tone, "My apologies for not granting you, your wish. However there are very few I allow to gain such and intimate bond with her." The man smiles as he finishes speaking before being distracted by the return of the waitress with drinks. Nodding to the waitress, he takes a sip of the dark red wine that rests in his glass. [Runihura]


She nodding in understanding. 'I understand, and my name is Kadgeon by the way.' She looked at the cobra again and watched in fascination as he gently stroked the scales of the serpents body. Watching him as he looked at her Kadgeon allowed him to look only so deep. And then she closed several doors in her mind keeping him from seeing anything she did not want public knowledge. [Kadgeon]


The man only offers a slight nod to the mention of the halflings name, trying to place the name without ever knowing the face before. "Ahh yes, you are in control of the vineyards. Are you not? It seems a good part of this tavern's stock comes from the city's own operation." The man leaned in slowly, before taking another sip of his wine. "My name is Runihura, it is a pleasure to meet you." [Runihura]



Nodding she smiled slightly 'Ah yes my reputation as the Vineyards owner precedes me, and as a matter of fact I am here on a matter of business. Tell me how long have you been in Irae?' At the mention of her Vineyards Kadgeon's eyes heated slightly causing them to glisten and sparkle as if by some hidden energy. [Kadgeon]



The man pauses before speaking, his face betray nothing as he silently gazes across the rim of his glass. "I have not been in the city long. Long enough though, to realize that I enjoy my downtime at this tavern. It seems quite eventful, rarely a boring night here." Hazel eyes look over Kadgeon's shoulder a moment, moving to gaze over the patrons in a quick sweep. "Business you say, I was hoping to get into some sort of business in this city. What is it you seek?" As the last words trickle from his mouth, Runihura rests his gaze upon Kadgeon, gazing into her eyes. [Runihura]



Frowning and seemingly closing off more of herself as she prepared to speak of business. Her voice grew colder and more distant. 'First I was wondering if anyone knew anything about the bodies found in my Vineyards and scared away my workers?' Also I am in need of a few guards to start watching over my Vineyards, and some other things.' Reaching down to her waist she took a purse of gold and placed it on the table. 'I pay my employees very well, and give them a place to stay as well.' [Kadgeon]


A quick estimate of the contents of the purse is all the notice he gave to it as Kadgeon rest it on the table. "As I said I have not been in this city long. I do not know of much that goes on. You see," Runihura spreads his arms to encompass the table, "not many people are willing to sit with me. My information is limited and as such had not known of the tragedies that you speak of befalling those on your property." The man sits upright, his fingers ceasing the caress of his 'pet', "This employment opportunity you speak of though, does peek my interest. I happen to know of a few individuals who are seeking employment." Nodding he lets a smile grow across his face, "Yes, yes I do believe this is just the kind they are looking for.” [Runihura]


Nodding Kadgeon smiled and this time she let just the points of her elongated canines show, 'Ah good, very good. I would like to meet these individuals. And the purse there is yours, take it spend it as you will. Tonight you can either stay at the Singing Rose, or at my home. I will provide your room and board wherever you wish to stay. But I would like you to keep in mind one thing. If I hire you I will not tolerate betrayal.' She paused for a moment and narrowed her eyes 'I am not a woman to be crossed Runihura, please do not disappoint me for I see great potential in you. Also if you take this job I would ask you to try and find out who kiled those men and placed them in my Vineyards.' [Kadgeon]


Chuckling lightly at the woman's vehemence, Runihura took another cautious sip of his wine, the glass near empty now. "Perhaps I should explain myself. I know of people who will work as guards for you. I will send them to speak with you when I see them next." Allowing the words to sink in, Runihura gazed deep in Kadgeon's eyes, "Perhaps though, I may be able to assist with finding the perpetrator to the crimes you mentioned." With a deft hand, the man easily grabs the purse, rolling rolling the coins within against each other before placing the purse on the table beside his snake. [Runihura]


'So does this mean you will take the job? And if so tell me where you would like to stay tonight so that I can have the bill sent to my home, unless you would like to stay at the Vineyards or my town home on East Sera Avenue?' She watched him carefully noting his every move. [Kadgeon]


Instinct told the man that he was as much on trial here, as he had placed the halfling woman as soon as she had entered the tavern. "I will take the job of finding out who killed those in your employ. Perhaps if my friends can guard as much as they boast, you will have no more worries of it happening again." Runihura pauses before speaking, his eyes lighting up slightly, "As for where I would wish to sleep, I would enjoy the Singing Rose, I have yet to be able to stay there yet." [Runihura]


She smiled and nodded 'Ok I will tell Louisa to expect you and prepare a room for you. I will also tell her to..ah not be bothered by your pet. I forgot the name you called her.' And please send your friends to me at the Winery as soon as possible I will be leaving for Arborlon on the morrow during the evening.' Kadgeon stood and wrapped her cloak around her body and looked behind her to a woman standing next to the door hidden in the shadows. Turning back to look at Runihura she dropped a silver ring in the shape of a crown with a black rose of onyx, and emeralds wrapped around it onto the table. “Take that ring with you wherever you go and most in this city know it to be mine. If you must go to my home for any reason be sure to have it with you to show to my servants. Also if you have need of me hold it in the palm of you hand and speak my name, and I will hear it and know where you are. If you have any questions ask them now because I do not know when I will be able to speak with you personally again.' [Kadgeon]



Smiling again, the man takes the ring into his hand, "Thank you Kadgeon, it is good to have met you this night, perhaps we may both profit from each other." Using a far off look in his eyes, Runihura makes it appear he is thinking before he answers her final question, "No, I believe I can fill in the blanks myself. Thank you again for your generosity in allowing me employ under you." [Runihura]


Turning away from him once again she looked to the young woman by the door and motioned with her hand that she was to precede her out the door. Stopping but not turning around she said 'Be careful Runihura I have seen visions of death in this city it is not a safe place despite what people are thinking.' With that she made her way quickly through the throng of people and out the door into the blessed night. [Kadgeon]


Runihura watches the woman leave, his mind as always working, thinking of the encounter he just had and the profit expected to be made from it. Scheming eyes peered about the tavern as he looked for a few choice individuals. [Runihura]