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Nerieda turned to watch the commotion. She laughed to herself, she liked this hound. Turning away from the dog’s antics.


“Venorik take care of your pet then I will leave when you wish. I think the man seems to be flushed watch out for his embarrassment, he may try something on him.”


Looking over to the massive dog, she could not help but laugh out loud. She noticed the barmaid with her drink, taking it from her she paid for the last rounds the group had drank. She waited to see what would happen between Venorik and the man.


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Venoriks eyes narrow as he saw the reflection of light off steel. His eyes flared with an inner rage for an attack on Max was like an attack on Venorik himself and such an act was illadvised at best. However Max was too fast for him his ears perking up as the mans hand moved towards him. Before Venorik was even out of his chair Max had one of his jaws clamped around the man's wrist his other head growling at him. Venorik walked over his tail twitching behind him in agitation his eyes still slightly smoldering with anger as they spun more calmly now. He normally would have let Max rip him apart, but he didn't know the man and killing a new guildmate would be hard to explain.

"Max... Play Nice"

Venorik said and at those words Max's free head barked happily licking Tekmet across the face and leaving a long train of sticky drool. Max's head the one with purple eyes released his wrist and his other one, the one with the azure eyes seemed to look down at him superiorly. Then the dog leaped back landing at his masters side. Venorik looked down at the man still sprawled across the floor from his ten foot height rubbing a horn in thought his face less angry now. Max hadn't been hurt after all and this being had cause some chaos, there was something to be said for that. He smiled slightly the tips of his pointed teeth gleaming in the light.

"Well are you going to get up? I'd be more careful around here if I was you friend. There are several demons about. Barmaid, get my new friend here a drink."

Venorik said his claws clicking along the ground as he walked around the man, Max trotting over to curl up around Nerieda's feet. Yes he had decide to give the man a chance after all he himself had quite a temper and he could see his point of veiw. However if he tried something so foolhardy again Venorik could grantee nothing. He looked over his shoulder at Nerieda a smokey orb fixed on her.

"I'll be with you in a moment, my lady"

Venorik said his gaze returning to Tekmet as he offered in large clawed hand to help the man up. His eyes once again glowing with slight amusement though there was still a bit of a dark undertone. He stood there waiting to see if Tekmet would except his hand or not

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Nerieda smiled lightly at Venorik as Max took a seat at her feet. With a sigh she repositioned herself in her chair.


“Take your time Azeman is fine for the moment.”


Reaching down she smiled again scratching Max’s left head behind the ear. Looking back at Venorik there is something about this demon she liked it may be his love for his hound. She stopped the barmaid one more time.


“Bring me something fresh for my new two-headed friend."

“What will it be Max?”


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The mutt wandered off with a wag and, what was definitely, a dog smile. Tekmet looked up through bleary eyes and saw a largish man...no unmistakably NOT a man, reaching down to help him up.

"Thanks, that damn hound knocked me flat..."

A glare from Venorik

"Oh that must be your hound. Great dog...two heads...must come in handy."

"Well next time he should be more careful. I make some pretty rash judgements when I've been in the bottle...He might have made me, uhh...angry."

"My name's Tekmet. Brother in arms to Crynus and kaemon...from ages past and dark days walked. It's been a long while since I was in these lands." Tekmet stuck out his hand again.

"Let me buy you a drink, and your, uhh, dog something from the kitchen. He looks hungry, heh."

Tekmet glanced over to see the dog curled up with....

"Hey buddy, you see that? Your dog is with somebody, and she is beautiful...in a sorta unique way."

Venorik's eyebrows raised...

Tekmet continued to make small talk as they ambled away from the table and the overturned chairs.

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Nether stopped dead in his tracks as he heard Tekmet.

"Hey buddy, you see that? Your dog is with somebody, and she is beautiful...in a sorta unique way."



In a unique way? That was a wierd way to describe Nerieda. Glancing over his shoulder once more , Nether eyed the annoying new comer. He hadn't noticed before but she did have a certain hue to her. Her pale sking, long black hair, and her lavender eyes were indeed somthing to behold. Even for a vampire she was stunning, even her fangs had a little shine to em.

Nether quickly looked away. He had other things to think about. For one where the hell was Crynus? That bloody mage had locked himself in his room again. Somthing had to be done about that, somthing was goin on and he wanted some fucking answers.

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Nerieda stopped in mid drink. Had the man said what she thought, why was she being mentioned? She turned quickly to the man giving him a warning glance. Her eyes turning a slightly darker shade. Nerieda wanted no part of the disagreement, she did not like attention drawn to her. Now thanks to Max’s new play toy half the tavern was looking at her. At that moment the barmaid returned with Max’s fresh meat, handing the barmaid a tip for her service.

“Thank you, does the man by the demon Venorik come here often? Who is he?”

The barmaid’s speechless shake of the head told her nothing, with a wave of her hand she dismissed the waitress. Thinking to herself, how useless small minded village maids were, she cut the piece of meat into two. Looking under the table to see the sleeping animal, rubbing both the beast’s heads to wake him.

“Here boy eat, did you have fun?”


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Venorik looked down at Tekmet he seemed a bit strange but then again Venorik wasn't exactly normal himself. He took the offered hand in his large clawed one being careful not to split him open with a claw. Venorik listened to him as he talked about Nerieda, slightly raising a brow. He looked back at the weman and hound.

"Oh thats Nerieda and I am Venorik"

He said watching as she slipped Maxs two chucks of meat. The hound excitedly tearing into them and splattering Nerieda's legs with blood. Then when he was done he decide to lick them clean leaving bloody drool marks all over her legs. Venorik just chuckled as he followed along beside Tekmet, his leathery wings shuffling against his back. Venorik looked down at him curiously as he rubbed a ebon horn in thought.

"Crynus and Kaemon, you say? Thats good. Just what manner of creature are you anyways?"

Venorik inquired, his pupil-less crimson eyes scrutinizing Tekmet as they spun slowly, invitingly. His tail moving gracefully behind him as he walked, spikes gleaming against his dark hide. Tekmet didn't seem all that bad. Maybe a little quick to anger but Venorik could hardly hold something against him that he himself was afflicted with.

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PhaeMyst watches unobtrusively as the tavern patrons interact with each other. Her new allies were mostly demons, but then, the guild was called Demonic Reality.

She watched as a large being was escorted to a back room, which she had been informed was a private room set aside for members of DR. He must have been expected, and was going to a private meeting. Turning her attention back to her guildmates, and other patrons, she quietly observed the action as the large demon sent his two headed dog to take up the drunken challenge of the man on the table.

She knew that dog, she had known him many years ago, as he was companion to the demon she had known back then, too. The demon, now known as Venorik, had changed. Time will do that to all of us. He now had two sets of horns, and a spiked tail. His red eyes still gleamed with mischief. She had evolved herself, changing somewhat from the delicate fairy he had known. She wondered if he would recognize her, but then, she had recognized him long before she had spotted Max.

As she watched, Max launched himself at the man on the table, sending them both to the floor. Noticing the gleam of a blade, she tensed, as the edge crept towards Max's throat. Then, as Venorik comes to the aid of his faithful dog, she relaxes back into her anonymity, content to observe once more.

As introductions are made between the two, her gaze is sent toward the vampiress, as Tekmet makes mention of her mysterious beauty. PhaeMyst looks away almost as quickly, noticing the lady's discomfort of being singled out so spectacularly. But not before noticing that she did indeed possess a quality that would be considered mysterious.

Glancing down at her wineglass, she notices that it is empty, and sets it on the bar. As the bartender looks her way, she nods, placing the money for a second glass beside the empty one with a smile.


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Nerieda turned to see the master of the black beast that had settled his self around her feet. She watched as Venorik walked past other patrons of the tavern towering over of all of them to her side once more. As tall as he was it took no time for him to be at the table, his onyx body dwarfed the man following him.

“Well Venorik looks like you picked up a stray, and a roughed up one at that. You lovely pet colored my boots.”

Nerieda looked deep into Venorik’s crimson eyes to see if the rage had calmed, it had but she could still since a feeling of annoyance from the ordeal with her new found furry friend. She looked at the new comer to the table with solicitous in her eyes. Waiting to hear the answer to Venorik’s question from the stranger.

“Well you take a seat with us we have a open chair?”


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I remember days of honor and death, I remember drunken nights of vicious conquest, of helpless pleas falling upon deaf ears. I remember glorious battles, righteous ends, and sweat stinging my eyes, as sword and sheild met with vigor, and my axe cut down heathens like trees in the forest, falling silently, faces the color of ash and birch. I drink now to relive those days, I stare into my glass and remember that which has left this sorry, dung pile of a land. I grip the tankard tightly and think of all those who stood by my side, those that fell, and those that wasted away, losing focus, letting Time and Dishonor chip away at them, until they turned upon themselves in anger, only to become nothing more than the fog in the morning mountains, burned away by the sun.

I raise my glass now, although my eyes blur and grow tired, to the days of yesteryear, and all those that now reside in hollow grave or stoney tombs. They have stories of such that will never be told, their silent lips long since hushed by Death's eager hand.

As I drink my beer, these are the things that cross my mind, as the dark liquid pours down my face and across the table so do I close my eyes and fall endless into drunken stupors endless bliss.

For once, I was a man of glory, now merely a man apart.

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Moving quietly about the tavern, PhaeMyst watches and is intrigued by the interplay of the patrons of the bar. As she weaved her way through the traffic, gaining herself a few surprised looks from the much larger demons about her, she comes close to where Max resides under the table.

Wings held close to her body, she calls to the dog. "Max? Max, is that you? Remember me, boy?" Knowing what to expect, she stands her ground as Max, finished with his food, whips his two heads in her direction, and bolts towards her. As he reaches her, it looked like he would trample her in his excitement, but at the last second, she darts to the side, grasping one of his necks, and allows his momentum to pull her up and onto his back.

"I knew you would remember me, Max! Have you been taking care of that master of yours? I know how he likes to create chaos and havoc wherever he goes."

She smiles, watching Max's two heads bob as if he was answering her.

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Having finished several mugs of ale Gandar pushes his empty mug away and takes the two remaining daggers off his belt. One of them a second throwing dagger while the other is a longer and heavier one to be used with his sword. Out of habit of keeping his weapons in good condition and for something to do he starts to clean and sharpen them in a non-threatening way as he watches and listens to the other people in the tavern. Chuckling to himself he watches as Max knocks Tekmet from the table.

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Phillox entered the tavern still angered by what Warburton said to him in Phillo’s war room and if he wasn’t a scrawny runt and half the size Warburton was he would have made him pay for those words. His brother would come to his aide when he was well hopefully. Right now all Phillox wanted to do was, drink the tensions of the day away and with any luck hustle some of the patrons of the taverns money. With any luck find so female companionship for the night.
He called the barmaid over and ordered a drink gave her several gold pieces’s and told her to keep the change. As she turned and walked away Phillox gave the young lady a quick once over and thought that she might do in a pinch so he spit in his hands slicked back his hair and got ready to turn on the charm.


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Cowards, there is a plague upon this land and it reeks the strench of cowards. Those who do not heed the trumpet's call, they cower on their bitter thrones, seizing the most opportune time to send out scribe of apologies and regrets, but regrets do not win wars, and those that die upon the field that day should haunt your dreams for all your children's lives. So now the scribes came from those that would steep their kingdoms deep into dishonor, crying and wringing their hands about this and that, bah, hundreds of acres of pure cowardice, they had no need for the rules of this place, and indeed would cry to anyone who would listen. Where was the listening ear when they attacked ours? Where was the ear of reason when they crowded in line to hit kingdoms so few and small that scarecly it could be acalled a war. So did they cower on their thrones and did not deserve them, and so with each passing day did the hope that the fires would come and sweep their lands clean so that honor once again their could grow.

But cowards, cowards keep these dreams from being reality, and while the dream was within arms reach did the cowardice raise its head and keep it again from being attained.

I raise my glass to all those that hide in their kingdoms and count their money with nervous darting eyes. These realms will not last forever, a new age will dawn and your reckoning will come, and that right soon...

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Beetlejuice exited the cavern for some fresh air. His body was tired, the constant battles and stress had taken it's toll on his body. Beetlejuice got outside and plopped down on a nearby bench. He rolled up his sleeve and ran his finger across his scar on his right shoulder. As soon as he touched it he could see the battle forming in his eyes. He remembered the heat, he remembered the smell of the blood and anger, and he remembered as he and his enemy stood in front of each other, swords drawn ready to finish the battle. He dance in circles with the enemy, one waiting for the other to open themselves up for a strike. The enemy slashed but Beetlejuice avoided. Beetlejuice swung but his attack was blocked. The enemy drew a side daggar and cut Beetlejuice's arm, leaving the scar he is now touching. Beetlejuice almost dropped his sword from the attack but he held on. Beetlejuice heard his people let out a yell of passion and hope, they had won the battle and now he had to end it. Beetlejuice on one knee drew the enemy in close playing possum. As the enemy drew his sword over his head to strike the final blow, Beetlejuice grabbed his sword and thrust it into the enemy's chest.

The memories were haunting. Beetlejuice felt sweat rolling down his face and brushed it away. Thought Beetlejuice's body was old, he was not ready to stop the fight, he knew his help was needed and he would not quit on his friends so quickly. Beetlejuice decided he would venture back to his realm that night, so he went back inside and let everyone know he would return in a day or two and headed back to his realm.

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Things had been going well for Griffith since he joined DR. The acres of his lands had increased significantly, and his army has increased doubled. Indeed life has been good since Griffith had joined DR, but he had a feeling that things might change soon. Griffith has been hearing rumors lately, rumors that they may be attack kingdoms that had triple his acres. Triple his acres, he thought with a smile, could there be such kingdoms.

So far the wars Griffith had been in were with kingdoms of equally size to him, such a challenge would be a true test to see how far his war tactics had progressed. Plus all those acres would be a nice addtion to his own kingdom.

Still these had only been rumors, so Griffith had just got another beer, and decided to await orders. Sitting and waiting is the hardest part, it always had been.


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Crynus stormed from the backroom of the tavner, eyes lit with a fire that few had seen. This war had not gone the way it was planned, not due to lack of planning or ability but merely because a few had made promises to show but could not. One kingdom was all that would have been needed, one more attack, one more rally to send another large foe into the night. But alas this day would not belong to the Reality. But Crynus would have no blame fall upon those in the guild, indeed only blame on himself was acceptable, for he had put the guild onto this path, and had himself ordered the demons forward into the vast cities of the Fortian citadels that controlled most of Maxim.

There were those in the guild that showed their true colors, those that could not bear the fact of immient doom, of losing that which was meaningless. So they departed, which mattered little, he knew who his warriors were, who those in DR would stand and fight and die with honor. Those were the only ones he would have at his side, the rest were like the chaff of wheat, easily blown away by a light wind, leaving only the pure behind.

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From her perch atop Max, PhaeMyst sees one of her messengers at the door to the tavern. Knowing they would not disturb her unless it were dire news, she left Max's back, and approached the door. Seeing the look upon the messenger's face, she took the conversation outside.

There, she learned that numerous temples had been destroyed, and many of her army of drow. She could no longer tarry at the Reality Inn. She needed to return to her kingdom, and try to bring some order to the destruction. The reunion with Max and his master would have to wait.

PhaeMyst departs with the messenger, headed for her kingdom.

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As the tavern began to quiet Nether felt the effects of alcohol truly take hold of his mind and body. The room only swayed slightly, but using what remained of his good judgement Nether decided that taking a seat was in his best interest. His bottom firmly planted in a chair he felt his chin droop closer and closer to the flat stained surface of the table. He caught himself, and by placing both elbows on the table managed to prop his head in the heels of his hands. This succeeded in keeping his head upright with relation to his body. For a bit anyway. Soon his eyes closed, his arms slid apart, and his head came to rest on the table.

Through his drink muddled mind dreams emerged. He dreamed of all sorts of things. Glory in battle, solitary hunting in the wilds, traveling a vast and foreign sea, and several carnal conquests. None of these would he remember. One dream though, he would not be able to get from his mind. It's texture and feel was far more real than any dream should have a right to be.

He stood alone on a ridge. Chill wind whipped past and through him, causing his body to shake with cold. He was staring north into a broad valley ringed by high mountain walls. Behind and before him lay tremendously huge bustling kingdoms.

His eyesight suddenly grew more and more powerful. His vision zoomed forward and he could see individual peasants working their fields. They were singing. He couldn't hear them, but he could see their lips move and their bodies sway as they worked. They seemed happy. Far to his left something moved and caught his eye. A column of troops moved with a lord at their head. Thousands and tens of thousands of men moved down a dusty dirt road. He could see each and everyone of them with unnatural clarity.

He blinked and realized that the army he had just seen was more than twenty miles away. Strangely enough his increased power of vision seemed natural. As if this was the way he was supposed to see the world. He looked north and south throughout the valley, seeing land that no follower of Darden had seen in nearly an eternity. Every image seemed at once both fascinating and boring.

He caught a glimpse of a young woman sunning herself next to crystal clear stream. As he narrowed his vision to take a closer, more enjoyable, look at her everything went dim. In one quick fade he went from being able to see everything to seeing nothing. He was, in fact, blind.

At the same time though his hearing became severly acute. Not only could he hear the sound of the stream rushing over and around the rocks in its bed, he could hear the young woman breathing. Again, this seemed normal, as if losing one's sight only to have it supplimented by incredible hearing was an every day event.

Again he scanned the valley, this time with his ears. He heard the army moving, their feet tramping and scuffling through the dust. Peasants songs in a foreign tongue ran through his mind. They seemed oddly melodic and discordant at the same time.

At the edge of his conscious there came a tug. Or perhaps it could be better described as a nudge. But it was there, and his mind struggled to move towards it. Screwing his blind eyes tightly closed he concentrated on focusing his hearing. There! He caught a glimmer of sound somewhere to the north. He knew it was important, but why? Again, there it was! A voice somewhere to the north. Someone was reaching and calling for aid. The voice was familiar, yet indistinct. Closer and closer he held his concentration until finally, even though he couldn't tell what was being said, he could tell who was calling. It was Eisheth!

Startled Nether stumbled in his drunken sleep and found himself sitting on the floor of the tavern, an overturned chair next to him. It was only then that he realized the banners that he had seen in the valley were those of the Cacophony of Silence.

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The room swayed slightly as Nether's pulse boomed in his ears. The others seemed to move in slow motion as he stood and retook his seat. His eyes pulsed as he relived his dream. Had he really seen what he thought he did? Did he hear her voice? The voice of his queen calling for his aid.

Nether closed his eyes as the world around him returned to normal. The runes on his body flash as he clenches his fist, his talons slicing into his palms. Small puddles form as blood drips from his hands. He had heard his queen's voice, yet, he had heard and saw somthing else. The gray banners of Silence flooded his mind.

His rampage through NV lands had been a dead end. The damn OAF scout had indeed lied to him and his emotions plunged his guild into a difficult war. Yet, he didn't care. In his eyes war was a small price to pay for the recovery of thier GM. Surly the decapitated villagers and NV soldiers didn't mind. It was after all Oafs fault. If the whining little bitches had a problem they could take it up with thier faith mates.

Smoke began to fill the tavern as Nether's blood ate through the wooden floor. Like acid it went through anything it touched, a valuable tool while in the heat of battle. Many a foe's blade dissapered as it pierced his flesh limiting the severity of the wound. Looking about Nether saw Venorik with Tekmet, good his first choice was near. Looking again he noticed Nerieda at her table looking rather bored. "This newcomer might be useful" he thought aloud, that was two. He then noticed Phae leave the tavern. "What the hell could a fairy do in battle against a foe such as Silence?"

His mind still raced as Nether selected Venorik Nerieda Tekmet and Kaemon. All seemed blood thirsty and ready for battle. However, there was always Crynus. The acting GM and mage had been irritated by Nether's romp into the heart of NV without permission. He could be a problem..............Screw it...I won't let him stop me, couldn't last time and he sure as hell won't be able to this time. Nether respected Crynus over all others, there wasn't a person he trusted more with his life. He couldn't let him get in his way...he wouldnt let him get in the way.

Grabbing a parchment from the floor and pulling a pen from his belt Nether penned the following note.




I realize that I have put this guild into harms way in the past without the concent of others. I have followed my own ambitions without regard for you. I am here to tell you that i'm doing it again. I can't explain why but we must march into Silence, once inside the white Monoliths of the Bastard Son we shall find that which we have been searching for...Eisheth. Some of us may perish, that is a reality when going up against such foes, but the reward is worth the price.


Standing once more Nether gripped a leg of his chair and ripped it off. He then walkes over to the fireplace and drives the wood into the stone face pinning up the parchment. As he does the message is automatically embeded into everyone's mind.

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PhaeMyst had left the tavern in a rush, the report from the messenger telling her that her kingdom was under attack. As she rushed to her people's aid, she began preparing spells to protect and hide her troops as they did their level best to defend the kingdom. When she reached the main grove, she was told that in the first attack they had destroyed many of her groves, her priests would not be able to focus any of the power they had once enjoyed as it was no longer available to them.


Immediately, the order was given to replace the groves, if at all possible, and her people did wonders. In no time, many had been renewed, it looked like this battle could be won. Then suddenly, the heavens opened, and all the groves, plus more, were once again destroyed. This time they did not stop, her kingdom was hammered into a pale shadow of itself. To save her people, and troops loyal to her, she ordered them away, then had her troops destroy what was left of the land. She would not let them have a viable kingdom.

While this was happening, she did not notice the creeping darkness. It was so total, that when it overcame her, she knew not where she was. There was no up, no down, nothing. She could not see nor feel nor hear. It was like she had been enveloped in limbo. This lasted a very long time, and for a member of the faerie folk, that could be eons.

Then suddenly, with no warning whatsoever, the world was back, but different. Everything was new again, and she found herself once more in front of Reality's Interlude.

"How odd, I could have sworn I was leagues from here" she mused.

Putting her hand to the door of the tavern, she pushes it open, and enters, not knowing just what to expect on the other side of the door. Would everything be as it was when she had left it, or would everyone be gone? She had to know.

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In the beginning there was ale...and in the end as well. Actually, quite throughout the entire story...ale, ale, ale.

Tekmet had begun a new age as many, ringing in the new days to come with a toast and a smile.

He had come to the tavern to see his friends and to play pranks, with Kaemon the Wicked. The two had been loyal under the leadership of Crynus, for ages together.

Tekmet had sent a paige to Kaemon's lands, and had heard nothing. It was tradition for them to meet at the Reality's Interlude, during the first days of the new year...but Tekmet had not seen him yet.

Outside, the snow was all but gone, except in the shadows of large trees or under ledges in the forest. There it lay, silently awaiting warmer days, when it would gradually sink into the soil and be taken from ground to root to trunk to leaf and back to sky.

Tekmet often thought of his likeness to those plants that sat brooding during the winter, then sprang to life as the days lengthened and warmed. Tekmet too spent most of the winters days huddled inside avoiding the cold. Drawn to himself in his tower, he read and mused...daining to see few, save in times of war.

But this warm weather of the new year was enticing and he had come to the tavern to celebrate....if only Kae would show. Crynus, even, had been conspicuously absent as well. He wondered if the two weren't off on some private venture of their own.

In the meantime, Tek pulled up a stool at the bar and sipped. Not wanting too much of a head start...

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She opened the door almost afraid of what she might see, or not see, as the case may be, but she didn't belong to this guild out of fear. As it swung open, her first glance showed a room empty of the patrons that were there before she had left so hurriedly. Knowing that some, if not all, had to have survived, she continued into the tavern. There, sitting at the bar, was TekMet. It appeared that he had just arrived himself, as there was only one mug of ale in front of him, and that only partially emptied.

"TekMet! How fare you and yours? What was that blackness that enveloped us? The enemy that had my kingdom surrounded was gone when it lifted, I am able to rebuild now, better than before."

As she spoke, she got closer to the bar, and as she reached it, she tossed some coins to pay for a drink, the bartender would know what to give her. The coins disappeared in mid-air, if she hadn't been quick enough to see how, she would have said by magic. That bartender was fast. With a smile, he turned to the supply behind him, and poured her a glass of elven wine. She took the glass, and returned her attention to TekMet.

"Will any of the others be coming, Tek? I saw no-one on my way here."

She settled herself on a stool, despite the fact that they were made to hold up demons. The size made sure she would not be easily dislodged from the surface.

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