Athxess walks into the tavern peering threw the obscenely bright tavern. Athxess's sensitive eyes hated this place but he wanted a change of scenery something other then trees for once.This is exactly what he was looking for,....and he hated it. But the undead tried to make the best of it as he sat at the bar and sipped the wine,witch he couldn't taste.
Syrus’ elder form slowly enters through the immaculate doors which lead into the heavenly tavern. Taken back for a moment, the elder wizard stood in the doorway for some time, his eyes adjusting to the light and ambiance of the room. Eyes of silver flame glance across the room, falling upon its two inhabitance. The woman is the first, and a nod is given to her in respect, and the male gets a simple smile before he joins him at the table he was at.
Athxess is slightly startled when the silver dragon sat at his table,expecting it was the -other- dragon,the one after his lips. The undead smiles back at the man saying, "What brings you to the tavern with the weakest brew?"
Syrus shrugs, a slight look of disgust upon his normally lively face, “I came to look upon the lands of the invaders of Xalious. So far I see a rich ball which should be found near Cenril NOT the land of the dragon. You are the first face I have seen that I knew, or cared to get to know.”
Athxess smiled saying, "Avian's bars are too artsy for me give me a rock and mug of ale,and i would be well." Athxess here gestures at the rest of the tavern ,"they can keep their wine and marble."
Syrus shrugged as he glanced around the area, “It is beautiful yes, but out of place. If I wished for a wondrous place of art, then I would go out of the forest, not into it. This tavern is grand, but not something that should be attached to the land of Xalious.
Athxess nods saying "yes they brought them selves too far into the wild lands for my liking,its needs to fall of move; one of the two." As the undead finished his drink of wine,he ordered ale and they refused to give him it again on account they don't have it,so Athxess got more,....well....wine.
Syrus watches the avians who served the table, a shake of the head given to their question of his order. Silence then went over the dragon as he thought over the situation fully.
Athxess boldly stare at the avian women's butt muttering something rude about himself. The barmaid brought Athxess his wine witch sparkled in the delicate glass and set it in front of Athxess with a slight chink. The undead looked at the glass and sighed saying, "damn Avian's and their wine…." But Athxess downed it any way ,albeit he looked a little awkward holding the glass. He managed not to break it barely as there were a few thread thins cracks spider webbed threw it.
Rohni slowly entered through the tavern door as he stopped to look at the beautiful place. Even though he hates to admit it, this is a nice change for him. His eyes caught a glimpse of gramps a few tables away talking to another person. With that he walked over to the table in the back corner with his right hand snatching a rose that was next to him. As he sat into a chair, he reclined his feet upon the table as his eyes carefully scanned the rose that was in his view. Some thoughts were then mumbled in the back of his head, but was dismissed and ignored.
Dawn push open the boor after Rohni, admit her into the tavern, bow and Quiver slung over one shoulder. A smile touching the corner of her lips, as the winged woman gazes around the place. Though she had been here one before the site still pleased her. Heading towards one of the tables the avians eyes sweep over the group of men, already occupying a seat some distances away, before she takes a seat t an empty table.
Syrus slowly rises to his feet, eyes of silver flame glancing from one member to the other before he spoke, “Friends, please join with Athxess and me. I hold information about events to come that effect all of you. Come, and I shall order wine so we might drink as we converse.”
Athxess looks around feeling sighing saying "the family is simply every where."
Dawn having just got herself comfortable sighs, then raises from her seat, picking up her ensembles which were laying up against the chair. Slinging them back over her shoulder in order to walking over to the little company.
Syrus glances to the argent feline who foolishly was not complying as the avian woman had. With a gentle voice, that was tinted with slight annoyance, he spoke to the male, “Need I repeat myself a second time? If I need to do so, it shall be accompanied with motivation.” A look is given to the barkeep, “Your best merlot if you please, and glasses for each.” Looking back to the group, the necrocarnate speaks in a hushed tone, only able to be heard by those at the table, “I wish to give grant each of you rank, and speak to you of new events that all of you now share.”
Athxess ignored the dragons whole mini-speech for a simple reason that was not directed at him, and he was glade of it. The undead's attention is finally brought back to the small group when the phrase; "….merlot and glasses for each" He had no idea what "merlot" was but sounded better then wine, and just maybe it was.
Dawn having taken a seat around the table, feels rather excited about find out her place in the clan. Lowering her hood so that the gathering could see her pale features more clearly. keeping her face smooth and expressionless, as she studies the dragon waiting for him to continue.
Rohni heard the elders voice change in tone as he dropped the rose onto the table. He then stood as his darkened eyes look about. The feline then crossed his arms as he walked some tables over before he came to a stop. He then place his left hand onto the table, using it to lean against. You can say that the feline really isn't him self at the moment. "How's this?" he asked in an ignorant tone which he felt suites him self as his eyes scanned about.
Syrus places a hand upon the shoulder of the feline, a smile remaining on his face as a brow rises, “With power, great skill, and determination boy. Now, I do think you wish to sit with us like a gentlemen.” As his words flew forth into the ear of the young feline, a power surged through his hand, which was placed upon him. The necromancer was quite good with effecting those who thought themselves greater in a time where he was in need of the floor. A quick enchantment acted, causing the life to begin to drain rapidly from the ranger, as it did upon their first meeting. The hand would guide him down to his chair if it went as planed, and the half dragon did not do something foolish. Once more the man whispered, after the bottle of wine was brought, and pored for each member, “You are all strong, and full of courage and might. I have come to grant you the placement as a combatant in our organization. Each of you will hold the rank of Peace Bringer First Class. You will learn under the teaching of one who I once learned from, Lady Miya. She has been granted the rank of Master Peace Bringer, and wish such a rank, she should have your respect and devotion, as you would me. I will continue to work with each of you, however she shall assist you with the art of war, as well as each of your special techniques. Are there any questions?”
Athxess nods saying, "first class aye, I like the sound of that." He turns to look upon the others of his rank like a drow, one that is always lusting for power. The apostle catches and scolds himself muttering, "you're not a drow anymore. "
Rohni noticed he placed his hand upon his shoulder, doing so caused him to take his left hand as he removed the elders hand from his shoulder. "If I wanted you to touch me old man I would have…" before he could even finish that statement a voice over powered him. He then moved both hands to the top of his head as he started to mumble something, which no one would under stand. "If I wanted you nonsense Rohni I would have asked for it. You do not own me." He yelled which sounded evil. "You need me Rohni!" the feline said. Rohni then quickly flew his hands onto the table as his hair turned white again. ] The darkness lifting out of his eyes as he felt the mages magic running through his veins, causing him to collapse in a chair that was next to him. He then looked around with a confused look, as he doesn't know why he's here. "Umm Syrus, why am I here?" the feline asked with a puzzled look upon his face.
Dawn frowns listening to the dragons words, holding her chin while she taps her cheek. Though peace bringer first class sound appealing, there was a little something that was bothering her " umm what does a peaces bringer do exactly?" she asks, her eyes screeching around the group a little embarrassed at ask such a thing. Opening her mouth to say something else, before the feline starts acts strange " is he ok?" staring at Rohni with a raised eyebrow.
Syrus looks to the feline with a lofted brow, “To reiterate for those who were not listening; You have been chosen to be the combative members of our organization. As Peace Bringers First Class, you are to learn from your superior, Master Peace Bringer Miya, and become able bodied fighters for when you are needed. Other tasks will befall you beyond combat so do not think you hold only that trait. For now, that is your specialty and your current objective to learn.” Eyes then fall upon the avian, a smile directed at her, “It is a rank of one who is learning how to do their job in the clan.”
Athxess thought hazily , "he is spilling my drink,.........." as the feline thrashed around. Then again, this was Athxess's 6th drink, no 5th, wait 12th yeah 12th drink before he met up with Syrus tonight.The looking over to Syrus saying "you just made first class seem not so good."
Rohni was still confused. The more he looked around he realized this was a meeting. "I'm sorry everyone for my rude behavior. My name is Rohni and me and Syrus had an interview some days ago."
Dawn eyes flick towards the boor her mine on her children, nodding her head towards Syrus as she speaks " that makes senses" she half whispers, gathering up her things at her side then rises to her feet " sorry but I have little one to see to" she smiles offering each of them a polite dip of her head, Before she heads towards the boor, opening in then slips out.
Syrus nods to each before also making his way to the tavern door, “Miya will contact you soon. Do as she says as you would me.” The man then departs into the avian city.
