The Crossroad Inn.

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Tawnee smiled and accepted the key graciously. She hurried off her new room and stepped inside. She really didn't have much with her. What she did bring, a few change of clothes, a brush, and some other necessities for hygiene, were swiftly put away. Tawnee took a deep breath, looking around. This was home now. A happy smile shone on her face, revealing her tiny pointed teeth. She liked it here.

Once she got settled in, Tawnee came back to the main room of the inn. She walked up to Venna, who was currently cleaning the bar. "Would you like me to clean any thing?" She asked curiously just wanting to get to work. Unlike most people Tawnee had met over the years, she was one of the small few that enjoyed cleaning.
 
A few swipes on the grass and the blood of her slain enemies were then mere streaks along the silver blade.

A woman, by looks of her slender, shapely body, stood at the center of four bodies. Her ebony, shoulder length hair was streaked with shocking white. She wore a dark cloak that normally hid her leather clad form, but had been thrown over her shoulders for maximum movement. The face of this woman was yet revealed, for it held a delicate white mask that held the black inked art of an owl. The only thing that could reveal a thing about her facial features with the narrow shaped eye holes that framed shocking emerald green eyes that seemed to glow of their own accord.

Sighing, the female glanced around at the corpses strewn around the clearing.

"I cannot fathom why people believe I search for violence wherever I go," the woman muttered, clearly annoyed.

Although a demon, Locklis was a woman who tired of bloodshed. Technically, she was actually a half-breed. Raised by a human father who taught her the ways of the blade, for protecting those in need, she often forced herself to resist killing for the slightest mishap. Years have gone since his passing, years that Locklis had sated her need to kill by way of assassinations and simple whim when she felt she had been disrespected. She was skilled in what she did, but that was a life that quickly grew tiresome after fifty years.
The people with their constant bickering and endless killing and hatred. Odd for one of demon descent to think so, but then again, she was also human.

Unfortunately, people seemed to think she needed to be rid of for the countless secrets she had accumulated throughout her lifetime... Not to mention their hatred for demons.

After sheathing her blade, she made her way nimbly through the forest, a random blaze summoning itself into the bloody forest behind her. It would end as soon as the evidence were ash and then, nothingness. Her destination was just a few days away and she did not need a trail of bodies giving clue to her whereabouts.

Rumor had reached her ears of an unlikely inn at the very line between kingdoms, that spoke of neutrality. Neutrality equaled peace. Peace equaled no one trying to kill her and the sleepless nights jumping at every sound for fear of becoming the assassinated.
 
River awoke in the middle of the night, to the sound of the people in the main room, they were quite loud and it was obvious that most of them were intoxicated, realizing that she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep she threw on some clothes and stepped outside for some peace and quiet, she decided to take a little walk, if anything attacked her she wouldn't be defenseless, she was a very powerful sorceress after all.

As she walked down the road, enjoying the peace of night, the soft breeze that kept her cool, and the pale moonlight that shone down through the trees. She sat down next to a tree and took out her book once more, and began to draw the forest, taking into account all details, in the middle of her drawing, she noticed a cloaked figure carrying a large blade and wearing a mask, the second she set eyes on the figure her mind was uneasy, she felt an aura of death irradiating from the figure, but at the same time, an aura of sadness. She closed her book and stayed near the tree, keeping her guard up just in case but not wanting any sort of a fight.
 
An unsure hand tottered in front of the inn's door. However, this hand was warped in thin, golden and black streaks of metal. It shone even with the slightest source of light. It's metallic fingers curled, then his palm came to rest on the solid object, pushing it forward to swing it open at a slow pace. Honesty's head of short blonde hair was lowered, a thick white and puffy dual batons of steam escaping from his nostrils with a hissing noise that seemed more at home on a machine than in someone's nose. With a slight bent of his stannic black shoulders, he leaned in and poked his head in. His little yellow earrings gleamed.

He had the apparel of a thin tattered cloak that went only to his knees and a simple hood. Honesty's cloak had no sleeves, and judging by the fly away treads of string hanging from the tortured seam. Two clawed shoulder pads, like a sharp popped hoods of a car, one over the other. His arms seemed more of something built that natural, bulky with it's artificial 'muscle'. His neck was dark and had two tan streaks of 'skin, but the rest was dark and glimmering.

Honesty had pitch black sclera and golden eyes as he rose his head. He closed the door behind him gently and walked, head turning and looking for a seat as two ory fingers reached up to pulled down his hood. He could stay here for a while, maybe. Get a drink of something. The steam blowing from his nose faded as noises of gears and clinks emitted from his back. This was for because he was actually nervous, but one couldn't just tell.
 
It was not too long before Locklis neared her destination. She could spot the inn not too far away. The woman wondered if the rumors were true; she was skeptical.

A sweep with her eyes along the scene and they focused on a lone figure that shone by the slivers of moonlight. A book settled upon its lap was suddenly shut, the shadowed face turning to watch as she approached.

Cautious, thought Locklis, smart too. Beneath the mask, she found herself smiling wryly.

A few paces away, she stopped, tilting her dark head, giving her owl mask a realistic image.

"I don't mean to trouble you," she said, "But is this The Crossroad Inn?"

The cloak fell over her shoulders to cover her weaponry. She did not want to seem threatening but would not pass the figure unless she knew for sure that she would not regret having her back toward her. It was never an intelligent move to discount those who did not seem dangerous, especially the ones that do. You must always suspect everyone is willing to kill you whether elderly or youth.
 
A large grin came over the elf's thin face as Tawnee returned, seemingly eager to begin her work already. "Well aren't you enthusiastic? It's getting late and people are leaving and heading to bed, why don't you grab some of the tables that are now unoccupied so newcomers don't have to wait for a clean table? That'd be helpful, everything you'll need including an apron so you don't dirty your clothes can be found in the back, dear" her cheerful voice chimed, happy to have found what seems like a new employee actually willing to work for their pay. And maybe, if she was lucky that is, not insult, scare, confuse, disturb, so on so forth, customers and cause them to leave. Her gaze changed from the excited girl to the, man? Who just entered with curious, but welcoming eyes, "Welcome to my inn, How may I help you tonight, Sir" She gleaned, pushing herself gracefully up onto the mostly empty bar counter. She swung her legs around to fully face the man whilst idly listening to the muffled sounds just outside the door where the other elf went not long ago.
 
Kilo had thick, black hair that reached his shoulders. His beard ended a little past that, resting on the metal of his breastplate. The dwarf also wore leather gauntlets, iron shoes, and chain-link pants, but no helmet. Two hammers hung from loops in his belt, one of them coming to a point.

Kilo shoved the door of the inn open, his hand remaining on the handle for a few unnecessary seconds. There were a bunch of women in there, and an elf, and a werewolf too for all Kilo knew. Oh, well. It couldn't be helped. Kilo let the door close and strode to the bar on stubby legs.

"What numbskull was it had the gall ta burn Korrin's Bridge?" Kilo demanded of the elf, ignoring her conversation with the dark man to Kilo's right, "I jus' walked up it and plopped m'self inta Salmon Bend. Lost mah 'elmet, nearly mah life!" He reached for the small sack tied beside a hammer and muttered, "Somma tha coins got out. Those durn mages' fault, all o' it."

Kilo turned back to the elf and plopped down a few coins. "Ale," he said.
 
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River looked up at the figure, recognizing the voice as female, a feeling of relief fell over her as she realized that this woman was not a threat to her, yet, "yes, it is, there are plenty of rooms left inside if you wish to rest for the night" River answered in a soft tone, she stared into the woman's eyes, attempting to read anything that could assure her that this woman wasn't going to endanger the people of this inn, as she stared she saw no intentions of evil, but amidst that she caught a brief glimpse of the death that this warrior had wrought in her journeys, all the lives she had taken, River jumped slightly as she was interrupted by the sound of the people in the bar, she quickly stood up and gave the woman a reassuring look, motioning her inside as she too walked in.
 
Lex had just managed to duck under the bed when the girl with the long black hair poked her head into his room. "Bad timing," he thought, "for a nap. This is when people come pick rooms, and they may want this one." After the door shut, the lanky man crawled out and opened the window. He deftly slipped out, almost shutting it behind him, and clambered down the rough stone that formed the outside of the building.

Once on the ground, Lex put on his lopsided grin and strolled around to the inn's entrance. He passed Honesty on the way to the bar and slapped the big man on the back, pulling him toward the bar as if they were old pals. "Get us each a drink," Lex told Venna, "just put it on my tab."

Lex put his elbow on the bar and plopped his short mop of brown hair on to it as he twisted to unassumingly gaze around the room. Exuberant brown eyes looked out from disinterested eyelids. It looked like Frei was back again tonight. That was fine and dandy. The two had arrived the same day, maybe they could leave the same day.

Lex twisted back to the bar. A dwarf two seets down was looking at him suspiciously. He shrugged it off and turned to the blonde beside him as he awaited their drinks, which he probably couldn't afford. It didn't matter; this was as good a night as any to skedaddle. Neutrality was quiet and all, but maybe a bit too quiet. It wouldn't do to get bored. It wouldn't do at all.

"So what brings you around these parts?" Lex asked Honesty. Under the bar, the fingers of his left hand wiggled with unused energy.
 
as River walked in she noticed the increasing number of customers and figured that she wouldn't get an ounce of sleep tonight, she decided to sit down at the bar and order herself some water, alcohol didn't exactly mix well with her powers, she wasn't one for mingling but the tall, skinny brown haired man who had seemed to fancy himself the life of the party did catch her eye.
 
Honesty tensed up as a hard slap on his ory back made his shoulders rise. Was it danger? He was suddenly walked over to the bar, and sat down next to another that ordered them both drinks. Despite his blank look, he sighed out a huff of steam, very awkward and nervous from the sudden interaction he was pulled into.
"So what brings you around these parts?"
"Uh..." Honesty grumbled, his tiny pupils scanning around at the bar as if looking for an answer. ".... Just looking for someone." He said simply.

"Welcome to my inn, How may I help you tonight, Sir"
Honesty's head tilted up to meet the eyes of the bartender... or the Inn owner. Could be one of the two. The way she swung herself over the bar so free like kind of put him to shame as his stiff demeanor. His lips were thin, hair messy. He let his eyes fall again before wondering what he should order. He wasn't so well tuned with beverages. Thinking for just a moment, he looked up at her again. Honesty felt as if she was being friendly, so he felt as if it was only polite to be friendly back. "Water. Please." He leaned back, straightening up and gave an... Interesting smile. His hands rested flat on the counter top, his metal shoulders slumping as his smile fell into a look of faint uncertainty.
 
"Yes, it is, there are plenty of rooms left inside if you wish to rest for the night," replied the woman.

Locklis smiled politely, forgetting the cover over her face. She dipped her head as the female seemed to assess her danger level. Although Locklis normally found it rude for people to stare openly at her, she allowed the figure to do so, for she knew that she would do the same if it were the other way around.

Once the figure moved away to gesture Locklis inside and moved on her own, she followed.
In the inn was interesting to say the least. A few boisterous people of this and that race speckled the area. The woman from before had stepped ahead and made herself at home on the bar. Yet another elf conversing with a few of the patrons seemed to be the head of the inn with her noticeable presence.

She almost seemed to glide as she wandered over to an empty table in a quiet corner by the stage, choosing to keep an eye on the others in order to feel safe in her surroundings.

Although she wished to ask for a room, she did not want to place attention to herself by sticking into the main body of customers. It was better that few knew of her presence. Recognition was always a possibility no matter how small.

So Locklis leaned back against vine covered wall, waiting for a server to notice her presence. Her eyes drifted closed in the comfort of warm, inviting surroundings.
 
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Tawnee nodded with a smile. She went to the back, picking out a pale orange apron, wrapping it around her waist. It had white frilly edges and a white pocket in the front. She picked up a bottle of cleaner and a rag. She walked back to the front, walking towards a now empty table. She spritzed the wooden table, wiping it down with the rag, humming softly to himself.
 
another blood has been spilled, yet Vivaldi didn't show any emotion in his face.

"Trash" a single word come out from his bleeding mouth. that day Vivaldi killed another Black Raven remnant. he swear that he never rest until the last blood of raven dried. then he took of a bottle of some chemical from his pouch. then he poured those clear green liquid on top of the corpses.

"Hope you enjoy the hell" after all set, he threw a burning torch at them setting them on fire. a beautiful blue flame arose and devour their corpse at incredible rate, leaving nothing but ashes.

after witnessing his sworn enemy turned to dust, Vivaldi began to walk. the sun began to set, leave him no choice but to rest elsewhere.

"That's not good i must find some roof" then not far from his position a large inn is sighted.
 
As the tall man in front of her began to speak, they were both interrupted by a smaller man roughly patting him on the back offering to buy his drink. A soft chuckle escaped her as she went back around the bar, grabbing some New, clean cups and a bottle from under the counter top, pouring the customers requests and sliding the cups to them across the counter as they came in and asked, only briefly stopping here and there to acquaint herself with some of the many conversations now boiling around her. The elf made it appoint to give the small dwarf a much larger cup, about the size of a pitcher, after hearing it's questioning and complaints. She shoved it in the dwarf's direction with a smile, announcing that it was on her, the finest ale she could find currently in her establishment with a nice foaming top, dripping over the edge of the pitcher.

"Have a nice outing? I see you brought a friend" She asked the other elf as she She shoved a water in the girl's direction. She looked subtly towards the one River brought in with her, noticing she seemed to be trying to keep a low profile. She kept an ear it for the elf's response as she walked over towards the newest entree with a cup of the kind of drink most came and ordered. She grabbed a key from her belt pouch and slipped it into the drink with sleight of hand, almost like a rogue would, making sure no one would see save for the one it was intended. She placed the drink lightly in the table in front of her, giving her a friendly smile like She would an old friend. "The usual, right?" She said before walking away with a soft wink. It's hard to keep a low profile when you're new, most people don't bother the ones who seem to be regulars in here. She figured she'd help out a little. Worst case, She wasn't trying to hide from anyone and questioned the elf's actions, and she goes along with it. Either way, no big deal.

She quickly and quietly returned to the bar, once again tuning into everyone' s conversations as she continued to serve those who ordered and asked for refills, keeping an idle eye on the for for new customers. It sure seemed to be a popular night tonight. Maybe one of the nights appropriate for a show. She'd figure that one out as the night continued, though.

Other than Tawnee, the employees seemed to be starting to ready themselves to take off their work clothes and either hop into bed for the next day's work, if not come back down for a drink themselves. Venna didn't appear to take any mind to it though, She knew she could handle the place herself, if not, then definitely with her newest employees help. Get first shift did just start after all.
 
Kilo gave a small smile when he saw the large mug of ale that was offered. He scooted the coins back into his palm, deposited them into the sack, and affixed it to his belt. Then Kilo grasped the mug with both hands and took a swallow, licking his lips as he set it back down.

"Well, t's not dwarven," Kilo appraised, "but t's not bad." He took another gulp and gazed at the dwarvish reflection in a clean glass on the shelf ahead. Kilo's eyes looked tired. "I could go on," Kilo told himself, "if I get home soon I could tell the others not to take this route. Save someone some trouble."

The dwarf was trying to make himself feel more valuable. The truth of it was, ever since Boren has taken over as head prospector, Kilo had been sent on these useless trips poking around hills that weren't even near the Holdfast. And all because of a childhood squabble.

Kilo took a few more swallows, then asked the elf, "There a room I could use fer tha night? Ah don' need much space."
 
River snapped up as she felt a strange and powerful presence nearing the inn, it had wrought the same aura of death and destruction as the masked girl, but it's intentions were much cloudier, River felt nervous as the aura grew stronger and knew that whatever was coming was both powerful and mysterious.
She quickly finished her drink and ran to her room quickly motioning the masked elven girl to follow her as she thought that the two matching auras could mean something
"this can't be happening, but all the signs lead to it being the only explanation, I have to study further, while I still have time"
 
after a short walk with the blood soaking clothes, Vivaldi arrived at front of the inn. the iron taste of blood in his mouth and the blood smell in his clothes make him really want to wash it off from his body. with a strong grip he grab the door handle and make his entrance.
"so many people in here" he said to himself. dragging his feet to the counter Vivaldi greeted by the bartender "umm... how may i help you sir?"

"can i have a single room please" he asked but the bartender's eyes went to his clothes. "ah don't mind the blood, i will wash it" without asking Vivaldi knows that the bartender is afraid. "i am sorry sir i can't let you have a room in those state" she said, with pained look Vivaldi look over the windows "i see... how about the stable outside? i don't mind stay in there, at least there are roof over my head"
 
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"Surprise me," Lex told the innkeeper, and recieved a frothing pinkish drink. As he lifted the mug, Lex eyed Vivaldi with amusement. The man looked like he'd been bathing at the butcher's.

"You lookin' for him?" Lex asked Honesty, giving the bigger fellow a nudge, "or someone like her?" Lex nodded to the dark-haired girl cleaning tables. He gave Honesty a knowing smile as he raised the mug to his lips.

Lex's eyes grew and he pursed his lips. He set the mug down abruptly, gasped for breath, and whistled. "A zinger!" Lex exclaimed, "I haven't had one of these in years." He raised the drink to his right eye and closed the left, peering into the mug. Then he switched eyes.

"How many?" Lex asked as he tentatively took another sip and smacked his lips. He knew there was some kind of pepper juice in there, but the name escaped him. Truthfully, the name had escaped him moments after he had been told the last time. Names were like that. But then, so was Lex.
 
It was hard being the only magic family in a town full of non-magic people, especially when they supported the war and you didn't.

A petite girl checked her surroundings, making sure everything was in place. She re-adjusted the slightly heavy backpack, trying to set it in a comfortable position. She let her eyes sweep across her room once more before heading to the door, opening it slowly and letting it shut gently. She made her way down the hallway, stopping abruptly when she came across her parents' room. Keep going. Don't open it. Don't look back, she told herself, fighting the urge to peek inside. The girl knew that it would eat away at her, if she didn't say goodbye. With an audible swallow, she gently pushed open the door to her parents' room. The sight in front of her made her eyes water and her test tighten in pain. Her parents were sleeping soundly, peacefully.

"Farewell, Mother. Father. I hope to come back home some day. But, for now, so long," She whispered in a soft tone; her voice cracking with emotion.

And this was going to be the last time they ever did.

Lilith quickly shut their door and made her way out of the house, furiously wiping at her eyes, trying to stop the flow of tears. This is for the best, she thought, trying to reassure herself. She took in a deep breath before she started to sprint, running out of the town, out of her parents' lives. She kept going, having no intention of stopping until she was far, far away. It didn't take her long to get deep into the woods. Lily was panting, hands on her knees as she doubled over, trying to catch her breath. She didn't even know where she was.

Noise made her ears swivel and her tail twitch. She wondered if that was a good sign or bad. Hoping for the former, she made her way towards the noise. A light was shining as she continued to follow the sound, boosting her hope. When an inn came into view, she almost screamed from so much joy. Eagerly, she knocked on the door, praying that whoever answered was nice.
 
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