(this is an open RP thread, please feel free to join in)
Imrae sat quietly within the rusty nail tavern waiting for her sister to return. Goblet of wine in hand she sat comfortably reclines within her chair, her shapely legs upon the table. Slowly she scanned the room looking for anything that would catch her attention, anything that seemed to be rich or beautiful that is. After tossing casual smiles at the various adventurers and bar patrons that looked her way her eyes locked onto a human warrior bedecked in what could only be mithril plate armour. A huge admantium Greatsword was slung across his back and he had the look of a hardened warrior, strong but rather stupid. The warrior must have sensed her eyes boring into his back for he turned and gazed upon her at that moment. Once Imrae was shore she had his full attention she let out an emphatic yawn and stretched, accidentally, or so the man thought, knocking her wine over. Imrae could not help but let out a quiet chuckle at the easiness of it all as the Warrior was already in the process of calling the bartender over to order another drink, which she guessed would be for her.
‘’ Entertaining l' yeunn rivvil jalukul 'sohna ussta d'anthe ssindossa dalninil?’’
Came a melodic voice from behind her. Without turning Imrae recognised it to be her sister Slyan yet how she had got within the tavern and behind her was a mystery to her.
‘’Must you use that awful language sister for we both know you only do it to distance yourself from everything and everyone?’’
A sneer crossed Slyans face as she sat at the table. Imrae chuckled again thinking that she had scored a point against her sister, when she felt herself falling backwards. In her brief lack of concentration Slyan had grasped Imraes feet, which rested upon the tabletop and pushed her backwards with all her strength. Imrae hit the floor hard, but guessing her sisters mood thought better of standing too fast and challenging her, Instead she let out a loud laugh;
‘’Welcome back sister, I have been waiting for you’’
‘’I was detained longer than I thought. The rivvil and hargluk’s are quite slow, even when motivated by gold’’
‘’We’ll hopefully this will all change sister; I have news from the guild we joined. It seems they are becoming more active and plan to assault a Kobold lair tomorrow night’’
Slyan began to reply but she was interrupted by a baritone voice from behind. The warrior too punch-drunk or stupid to care had walked across the tavern holding two goblets of wine regardless of the commotion from the table.
‘’I gots sum wine fer yer lass’’
Slyan turned and glared at the man and slowly stood up to confront him. The top of her head barely reached his chin but the sheer malice and hatred emanating from her body seemed to make her stand 3 feet taller. The man glanced at her and displayed yet more stupidity when he remarked;
‘’I can gets another fer ye, I aint ever ‘ad twins befer’’
He then laughed spraying spittle and chewed food across the room and more importantly onto Slyans face.
‘’ Xun naut interrupt uns'aa rin'ov dos waela jaluk. Lu'oh kuuv dos? Usstan orn rip doeb dosst spleen lu' feast pholor ol p'los dos el!’’Slyan screamed.
The man frowned and from the tone of the words it seemed to dawn on him that he was at a dead end with this one;
‘’I dunt no wat yer just said but it dunt matter none coz I only gots wun goblet’a wine and I dunt fancy girls that are scarred up much anyways’’
Before he could let out another laugh a gloved hand slapped him across the face hard enough to raise a mean looking red mark almost instantly. Before he could react the wine was snatched from his hand and promptly throw over his face. Slyan took a step back and in one fluid moment had her rapier in hand,the blade glowing menacingly.
‘’ Daemons d'lil rendan orn feast pholor dosst quortek maristo jaluk’’
‘’well if it’s a fight yer want it’s a fight yer’ll get yer drow bitch;’’ the warrior spat as he reached up to the handle of the massive sword strapped to his back. He stopped however when he felt a sharp tingling against his groin and inner thigh. He looked down and was greeted by the same beautiful smile that had drawn his attention from across the tavern before.
‘’That would be most unwise’’; Imrae said and she emphasised the point by applying more pressure to her two daggers. The warrior winced at the pain but proud as he was he was in no position to argue. He quickly offered a brief apology then backed away. After a few paces he turned and strode to the tavern door and was greeted by the mocking laughter of the patrons who were enjoying the spectacle. Imrae rose from her knees and picked up her fallen chair then beckoned for her sister to join her at the table.
‘’A goblet of wine sister?’’ Imrae asked.
‘’You forget we have no gold’’
‘’Nau, not so. Tonight our warrior friend pays for our drinks’’ Imrae let out a short laugh then tossed the coin purse onto the table.’’ I doubt he’s in any great rush to return for it’’. Slyan could not help but chuckle at this as she sat down and motioned for the serving wench…