Green Dragon Inn ((new))

As the night continued on, a man wearing chest robes and baggy pants was walking down the path towards the famous Green Dragon Inn. Surprisingly, the tattoos on his arms and his bald head gleamed in the moonlight. In his right hand he carried what appeared to be a holy staff of some sort. Oddly enough, he wasn't wearing any sandals under his feet as he walked. No other sounds could be heard but the pitter patter of his footsteps. The man looked around and sighed. "If only Ascalon was still this beautiful."

As he neared the Inn, he could hear voices coming from the inside. It sounded peaceful, unlike any of the other Inn's he had been to over the past few weeks. Once he reached the door to the Inn, he quickly brushed himself of dirt and dust, then knocked on the door and waited.

Ilusia listened intently. One would notice now, her ways were all a bit horse like. Even in her human aspect. One such habit was how she would often flick her soft, silvery hair. The girl-the unicorn- was really something to behold. She hereself wondered how much longer she would last...if she could really support this race much longer. Surely she had a few good hundred years to live...but what of those out to take her down? As she heard Leo's voice regain, her head piqued. In the long silence she had momentarily regretted the question, assuming it to personal. She would have felt quite bad if she pushed him away so soon. While she would not admit it, Ilusia had been curious of the elf since he started comming into the tavern so long before. She had always kept away from the warrior, even avoided serving him. Even now she couldn't name the emotions or reason that drove her to do so, but now, that feeling had been changed into something else. A sense of valiant relief- and she was thankful for that. Then, as he spoke, she raised her head, silencing even her thoughts.

The story had started as any, but by the middle , Ilusia was grasping her own hands tightly, gazing down at the ground, and back up at Leo's face, stricken with a new emotion. She knew the look well, and felt ashamed immediatly. For long, she felt she was the only one who had felt that way. She truly believed only she , herself, knew true isolation. As she listened on, she bowed her head respectfuly. He had lost his friends and his sight.... Paid a great price, but also made an investment. While many wouldnt comprehend, in losing what he had, he gained understanding. An understanding Ilusia had always pushed away.

As he finished, the girl remained silent for just a moment. She had nconciously moved her hand to a small pendant that hung around her neck. A transluscent, drop of amethyst, swirled with a gold that matched her eyes, was witheald tightly in her hands. She wodnered for a moment if any would remember her when she was gone, as she remembered her family. Still clasping the pendant, she manuevered her eyes towrad Leo, the moonlight spilling over her pale face. Her cheeks were illuminated, and thirsty for the milky light falling from the sky.

As he raised his hands, she let hers meet his, the pendant fallign back to her chest with a dull thud, audible only to her. As she touched his hand, she shivered slightly. his face was cool to the touch, and hardened by life and what it had rendered. It told her stories of his life, and she drank it in with an unsatiable yearning. As he spoke once more, she blushed, and tossed her head. She stood then, lowerng her hands from his own.

" My break ended a little while ago."

With that she smiled sheepishly, and took a step forward.

" its getting late...and cold. We should head back. "

It was a cold night, much too cold for okami to fly. He walked through the dark forest heading for the famous green dragon inn, he heard about it in his travels may be he could find other angels. Okami wore a long black coat to protect him from the cold; he had blond spiky hair, and blue eyes. An hour past and he finally made it to the inn safely, his holy aura usually kept enemies from attacking. He pushed opened the doors to the inn and noticed the guests he felt some thing dark behind him, he turned and noticed a vampire. He felt uneasy but he turned back around, he had only seen one vampire in his life and it didn’t end well. Okami sat at the bar looking for some one to help him, he took his hood off and waited.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she awoke with a start from a dreamless sleep. Dahlia restlessly tossed in the small bed and contemplated whether to get up, or to simply waste another day staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the lust for blood that had been boiling slowly but surely ever since she was turned. She highly preferred staying in bed once all day, but slight convulsions would leave her tossing and turning. The need for blood was however, inevitable, and would have to be met sooner or later. Dahlia knew this though she did not enjoy the idea of taking another life mercilessly as hers was taken. Maybe there was another way... But no matter, she was losing control over the monster within as each second ticked by.

Hauling her feet over the edge of the bed and untangling herself from the sheets, Dahlia stood and walked slowly to the mirror hanging in her room. She half expected her reflection not to be there when she stood before it, a foolish thought, yet she was always one to believe common misconceptions. Her tawny eyes surveyed herself in the mirror, scrutinizing her iridescently pale skin, her onyx locks of wavy hair, her beautifully defined curves. Dahlia knew she was beautiful, she also knew it was only because of this eternal curse put upon her was what had made her appearance possible.

A sudden shock wave swept through her body, reducing her to a shaking heap on the floor. Of all the things she could have been turned into, she had to be made some sort of demon that sucked the lives out of innocents. Did God hate her so much, this is what he bestowed on her? Or was it in His plans all along? Dahlia soon realized her faith would do little to save her now. God didn't help freaks.

Eventually, though, Dahlia pulled up some confidence and self-control to be able to go and at least sit among others like her in the tavern below. Pulling on a cloak with the hood hiding her face, for she wished to avoid any attention whatsoever, Dahlia looked around the room she had spent the night in. Once quaint and clean, she was going to leave it in a wild disarray. A cup lay broken in a shattered mess on the floor, the bed sheets thrown in heaps, the mattress laid at an odd angle, and on the rug were small blotches of red. She simply shrugged after taking one last look of the room, turned on her heal and made her way down to the tavern.

Upon entering, she took in her surroundings, easily remembering almost every face from the night before with the exception of some others. The creatures and beings that sat and drank were of a wide variety, yet one held the most striking contrast of those in the room. A princely figure, dressed in lavish clothing, sat at the other end. He stared intently at the table in front of him, and Dahlia was more than happy that he didn't look up as she had caught herself staring for far longer than necessary. Pulling up a seat, she sat quietly at her own little table, not bothering to buy a drink that wouldn't quench her nagging thirst. Every now and then, though, she would peak up from under her dark hood to steal another glance of the man across the room.

After deciding that he had nothing more to do and since everyone was busy, he would sharpen his blade wether it needed to be sharpened or not. He removed the blade from the sheath and took out one of his old sharpening stones. This particular one had a deep crevace in the middle showing that it had been used many times before. Placing the blade in the groove he slowly moved up and down on the blade trying to keep and even pull so not to unevenly sharpen the blade in many places. The rythm of the stone scraping againt the metal had a calming and intriguing affect on most people. He closed his eyes and kept the sharpening process perfect as he went. "I am still waiting on the key to my room, Miss."

"Dire news indeed. If such news had befallen upon me a few years earlier, I would've been in consternation. But I no longer meddle in the matters of the Elves, I learned to let them handle it themselves" replied Vash to a man he was talking with.

"The only thing you could try to do is pass the Goldfinger Mountains to the kingdom of Kai-Sÿl. It is a kingdom of men, and they might rally to help you in your cause." added Vash. "I think I will stay in this inn for the night, lots of peculiar people here"

The man Vash was talking to muttered something back that noone but Vash was able to hear, and then hurried away. He raised his hand up for the barkeeper to go fetch him a drink. In a few mintued the barkeeper put the drink down on his table and hurried away on another order.

"Elves at war again, so unusual of them" muttered Vash to himself as he took a great gulp of the beer. He looked across the room, and noticed many strange travellers. But he decided against coming up to any of them, for years of experience that only showed on his eyes, told him to wait rather than approach a creature he knows nothing off.

As okami sat and waited for some help he thought back the days where his drunken mother would beat him and family persecuted him for being different. Oh how he hated them but yet loved them and he would even protect them with his life. That was his curse he could not simply hate some one, he had no choice but to forgive cause it was in his angel nature. Human nature on the other hand is to fear what they do not understand and despise what they fear and kill what they cannot control. That is their down fall and is why Okami fears humans more then any creature he has come across for vampires act upon instinct much like an animal does to feed but humans can choose good or evil. And because of this Okami is in a constant battle with his human half and his angel half. Okami continued to think on this as he sat and waited for some service, he didn’t mind he rather enjoyed the time to ponder on such matters and yet it depressed him that such a race had the power to love and care for one another so much but would rather fight and destroy them selves over little and useless things. A tear dropped from his eye and landed on the bar table and that moment he snapped back to reality. He stood up and made his way toward the exit, he needed some air and the cold night out side was just the ticket. He watched moon and admired it, he could stare at it for hours and it not have been wasted time.

"We sure should" Leo said to Ilusia with a smile and turned around. He cursed himself for not having a robe to offer the cold lady. All he had was his elven armor which was unfortunatly not shareable with this woman. He was glad he finaly interacted with someone. He had been alone for far too long and she seemed like a friendly person. He came to think of the fact that she was one of few unicorns still existing, if not the very last one. A natures miracle that had ruthlessly been exterminated by time, slowly.

He turned his head in her direction and placed his hand over her shoulder. He focused for a brief moment, before sending out energy vibrations out of his fingertops. The energy started vibrate the air around the elf and a minor heat was created, to warm the body of the woman. "That's unfortunatly all I can do.. Let's go back before it gets colder" He said with a smile and held his hand over her shoulder, to make sure the heat kept flowing around her. It was not a burning heat, morelike a sunny day heat. This woman was of a rare race and for some reason Leo felt the urge of protecting her. There was something about her that spoke to him, besides her voice. He did not have much left to live for, but the cause of this woman was worth dying for.

"After you" He said polite and motioned with his other hand towards the Inn.

Mhenlo waited outside the Inn, leaning himself up against it's structure as he waited for the keeper of the Inn to return. He looked up from his thoughts and saw a bird in shambles on the ground in it's own pool on blood. Mhenlo walked towards the bird and gently placed his hand upon it. Then, a white light engulfed the bird and once it lifted, the bird was completely healed of it's injuries. It stood up and stared at Mhenlo, who simply smiled. Then the bird chirped in delight and took flight.

"Fly away little one, may Dwayna keep you safe from harm." Mhenlo sighed and once again leaned against the Inn's structure. "If only she could've done the same for Ascalon. Then she wouldn't be in ruins like she is now." Mhenlo went back to his deep thoughts as he waited once more for the Inn keeper to return.

~Lol Rodgort, copying Guild Wars Prophecies, are you not? With Mhenlo and Dwayna 🙂 ~

A few drops of sweat fell from Vash's forehead. Damn it! I forgot to take the potion today he thought to himself. Vash felt parts of his teeth, especially the canines to begin to grow. His eyes started to change hue, slowly turning to red.

Vash looked around and took his blood red cloak, throwing it over himself. Vash began to walk through the inn to the exit.

Ilusia examined the elve's face as he watched her, attempting to read the emotion it withheald. Despite her attempts she gave up. With a soft sigh she gaze dup at the stars. She frowned slightly, noting that the moon was hidden by a puffy blue cloud, the sky blazoned by its magnificence. Ilusia felt a new warmth then, and noted his hand on her shoulder. For just a moment she shrugged away, blushing as she did so. Catching herself, she breatehd deeply and turned her eyes toward the ground. Raising them, she managed to smile sheepishly. She was embarassed with herself. Never had she felt so inisecure...but why?

Twice today , she could recall, and both upon the sensation of touch. First, feeling the girls arms around her. Her tail wrapped around her leg. It brought on a curious remembreance. And now, This elf had his arm around her. She blushed to realise that years ago this was something she craved, but , this time it was difference. She worried herself. Maybe, she thought, It was because she....liked it.

His words roused her from her deep thoughts, and she nodded a bit.

" Yes..thank you. "

Leaning into Leo's chest she let herself absorb the warmth against the cold, icy gusts which threatened her with every mighty breath they took. With that, she began walking, remaining right beside Leo and his warm body.

Vash burst out the door catching breath, suddenly he found his way barred by 2 Mages.

Get out of my way! growled Vash contemptiously, but trying not to open his mouth to show his teeth. Vash looked up and saw the seal of the Royal Sylvissian Army on each of the mage's cloaks.

We have been chasing you, Vampire! You will be hanged for there is no place in this country of peace for the likes of you! declared the first one, who seemed taller but younger.

AARRRRGHHH!! yelled Vash in agony as he fell down on the dirty road.

Bind him! said the older mage as he looked at Vash with fright.

The young mage began the syllables of a binding spell, when he stopped as he saw two wings beginning to emerge from Vash's back.

Vash continues to scream in pain as his transformation continued. After a long time of being human, it was in deed great pain to transform again.

The walls around him seemed to close in as if claws raking out. They hooked onto the flesh of those that inhabited its cage, tearing into the skin to hold them in place as if binding them to that tavern. One traveler had said it was the most peaceful building in the land, but he disagreed. He didn't like the feeling of those claws. They unnerved him. They sent chills along his vertebra, chilling across his digits as they glided over the tabletop. He loathed this place...

As his drink arrived, he listened to the voice of the flirty tender. With eyes full of reluctance and a pull chaining his heart to the thought of daring not to look at her, he soon came face-to-face with her cleavage. It hung out from her tightened clothing. Her red, curly locks hung over her shoulder and down her chest. With a girlish giggle she batted her emerald eyes at him, only making his stomach tighten with discomfort. If this whore was looking for a good time than she would have to find it elsewhere. He'd fed for the night. Drinking her blood would only result in an unbearable stomachache.

Curling his lips over his teeth, he flashed the sharpened fangs at her. So close was she to his face that the abrupt act of defiance sent her gasping and falling backwards. Flustered at the boorish act, she let out a little 'hmpf' and went back behind the counter to tend to the other, less hostile guests.

The drink went ignored. He couldn't stomach such things anymore. Years of being placed under that curse taught him such. There'd been a time when he'd seen the chocolate kissed strawberries hovering on display in a village cart. The night had befallen him, and the cart had been put away for the coming day. Reaching out, he plucked one of them from the cart and let his tongue drag over his lips as he stared at it eagerly. Opening his jaws, he sank his teeth into the sweetness of the fruit. Yet, the taste was no longer sweet. It stung his tongue and caused such a burning sensation that he reeled back with an animalistic hissing. Even his once-favorite treat had turned to poison.

Something caught his attention. It was the feeling of some heavy blanket draping over you. The feeling of something looming over your shoulder. Someone was watching him. But who? He had no true enemies. Sure he'd taken a bite out of a rich lord or two but no servant would dare hunt a vampire. And true vampire slayers were far too rare and expensive for the villagers to hire. Then, who was it that looked at him so intently?

Lifting his eyes, he let the blue irises dart right to where the feeling had began. It came from another table. To his disbelief, the one that stared at him was not a man donned in black with some wooden stake twirling in his hands. No. Quite the opposite actually. It was a woman. A young maiden that had a face that drew his eyes towards her with a lustful desire. Such beauty was only found in his race. He parted his jaws, taking a breath of the air around him. The scents hit the roof of his mouth. There were different scents. The smell of whiskey, the smell of demon, of witch, and, much to his dislike, the reek of sweat and urine. The Inn was very nice, but it would never hide the more distasteful smells of its past.

Then, one scent struck him. Vampire.. Ah, so she was one of his race. Interesting. He hadn't seen one like himself in months. He was beginning to even consider they had died out and he, being the traveling plague that he was, had not yet been affected by such a fate. This female seemed promising to him. Perhaps as a bed mate for the night, or... Hm. Bed mate seemed all she was of use to him for. He didn't much like to think of such a lovely creature as a sexual partner but the thought refused to leave him.

Shaking his head, he turned away from her. He didn't need a female confusing his thoughts. He didn't need a woman tugging on his heart. He didn't need to repeat history and fall for a creature that would only shatter his essence in the end.

He didn't need another Marina...

A man dressed in full robes and hood imerged from the shaddows of the surrounding forrest when he came upon the green dragon "ah so this is the green dragon" he said to himslef he heard that a grate number of hero's venture here every year and atlas so had he.
He walked up to the door and knocked on it with his cain and waited for a answer

Sarrin kicked his feet up on a chair, slamming back another shot of vodka as he counted his bounty from the day's hunt again. He was damned proud of the job he'd done, having taken only a few hours rather than his usual week to find the thing.