Welcome to Gaia! ::

It was a cold lonely June night for anyone outside the Red Sparrow Tavern and Inn, a sturdy building nestled in the heart of Faulderbrun, a small mountain side town. The sign that hung above the door swung gently in the breeze letting out a faint groan. There was a portal cut into the door so you could see directly inside and the rows of long table seated at the majority of them were citizens of the town basking in the torch lit glow and conversing with friends over a fresh pint. Robin the Bar Maid worked the floor like a pro, winking at all the right clients, and keeping the beer flowing. Everyone loved Robin. Edward leaned lazily behind the desk, looking at the Inn ledger no one had checked in for a room this past week, or the week before that, Falderbrun was not much of a tourist town.

In the private rooms to the right where the regulars spent their time was a rowdy group of seven militia soldiers, their Sargent in the middle yo-ho-hoing with the rest of them. Empty pitchers piled to the floor as the men laughed with their Elven leader. The Sargent was a beautiful half Elven fighter who had lived in this town form nearly two centuries. Quickly proving herself loyal of a position she was put in charge of the king's army and through grueling training molded them into a force to be reckoned with. Despite the closed door the loud roars of laughter bled into the main room though no one dare tell Burgundy and her men to quiet down.

A small robe clad mage made his way swiftly through the front door, moving around the tables with such methodical precision. The stranger's name was Tao Black, a wandering magic user seeking answer from some of the bar patrons. Edward arched an eyebrow as the young man meekly walked up to the table where One Eyed Charles sat a patch over his left eye and a chip on his jaw. "What'dya want?" He spit at the robe clad figure.


An elite solider named Enzeru walked into the clinic such presence surrounded such a trained fighter as he walked up to Edward. "You need a room?" Edward asked so surprised he nearly knocked his chair over as he stood up. The fighter crossed his arms and arched a brow at Edward right as Robin scooted past the stranger to get to the kegs in the storage room. "Sorry pudd'n." She said with a wink.

Robin walked by a table where a traveler sat his feet propped up on the bench. "Need another?" She asked as she headed to the bar to refill her tray. She blew a kiss at Sparks catching his off guard his feet thudded to the floor. His response muffled by a large thunder of laughter to the right, Robin looked at the closed door. "Oh don't mind that, it's just a few local soldiers and their Sargent having a good time." She said with a warm smile. "Now about that oof" She said as she bumped into a man at the counter talking to the Inn manager.

The lights from the end seemed daunting and yet inviting to the half vampire warloc as he walked through the otherwise desolate town. As he pushed open the door, he was greeted with two rows of table three to a row where there sat assorted clientèle of the bar. To his right were three closed doors behind which a great deal of laughter and warm hearted jests could be hear. And to his left a desk behind which seemed to be a rather shocked Inn keep at the number of drifters entering the lonely Inn.

What none of these unsuspecting individuals knew was that in some tragically cosmic way their paths would soon cross and they would rely on one another for their sheer survival...but until then...

As Burgundy went to her room with her fello soldiers Sparks wanted to know who she was.He turned to ask the bar maid but then he remembered that she was giving Burgundy's men some more drinks. Sparks than signs and pulls he feet off the table. His feet slammed to the ground that it shock the floor beneath him but the others were in their fun it is like they did not even feel what was going on. So Sparks stood up put the money down for the bar maid on the table plus a tip.He began to glance around the room that he was thinking was like a prison> The reason he thought so was because how quiet it was. He then thought about that girl in the back room and how those men called her sargent. He looked towards the room to where this so called sargent and he just simpily let out a little sigh. Saprks then started to think of going to ask the sargent if she knew a place for him to stay.He then gt so shocking and trembling thoughts that she may get those men to jump him. The other thought was that she would try to fight him. He then decided there is just one way to find out. So he began to walk towards the other part of the Inn but he did not walks fast he walked very slowly. Sparks then was entering the part of the Inn to where he saw this so called sargent and her men he supposed. The bar maid noticed him over and tries to whisper,"what are you doing over here?" Sparks tried to say something but right when the bar maid let out those words, the men and sargent turned and looked at Sparks. They ahd the look of curious and hat. Sparks then decides this was a bad time to ask questions. So Sparks turned around and leaned aganinst a wall.

(( ^^* Sorry I'm late!))

Tao had walked into the bar some few odd minutes ago. His purpose? Information simply, but what he had assumed would be a simple errand turned out to be a tad bit harder then what he had in mind. Finding the place was easy as it was entering...that's when it got slightly difficult. A large jug of bear was thown in his direction, nearly nicking his cheak, from someother rough-housing arguement that had been taking place at the time of his arrival. He inwardly sighed, 'Neh...maybe I should have picked a more peacefull gather place.' The mage mussed thoughtfully. But he had little choise, reason being this was currently most lively place in town and the most likely place to find information on what he was looking for. What you ask? Tao had sudden taken an interest in a certain type of mythril that could be easily crafted and looked quite beautiful. Being that it was his little sister's birthday soon he had all the more reason to pursue it...there was one problem...he had no clue where to find such a thing. And with only a week left he was running short on time and options.

And that's how he found himself here, infront of a somewhat irritaded middle aged man with an eye patch. Tao was told that if he needed to know something strange or important this 'Ole One Eyed Charlie' was the man to see. He smiled, doing his best to appear his normal friendly self even in this new and somewhat dangerous place. "So, do you know anyting about the item I have in question and its location?" Tao asked, still slightly nervous.

(( w00T! My first post is up~!))

Tao gave another nervous laugh and scratched the back of his head. If the man ment something along the lines of money persuasion...well he didn't have enough left, but perhaps enough for a drink. "Um...would you like me buy you a drink? I don't have much but if you will give me the location of the mythil I'd be glad to do so." He smiled in spite of himself, not even really sure if his polite and 'calm' persona was helping anything. Tao's attention was suddenly turned to a rough looking military women arguing with another man. She didn't look to happy. Tao slightly shivered at the prospect of being near another impending bar fight. 'If I had known this was so troublesomely dangerous I would have reconsidered.' The mage thought, off in his own little world.

Zak,who had been in the tavern for at least an hour looking for a room,laid back in his chair,witch was in the corner of the tavern,he was studying his tome,he looked down at his surrounding for a moment,but went back to his reading,he slowly thought to himself.
"Hmmm...I really need a room tonight,but I heard that lady at the table said the rooms are for regulars......... and I know I am not a regular..."
Zak let out a long and said sigh,he got up,stretched,and walked towards the bar,he asked the bar maid,"Excuse me miss,but do you serve wine here?"He waited for an answer.

Burgundy grinned as the man walked away from their table. It was a game of cards and she never went home poor. She flicked a short smile at Ragnar and then her tall elven ears twitched...she caught just the tail end of it...Mythril She half way closed her eyes as she began to overhear ole one-eye telling this stranger about the magical tree in the forest. "Charles." She said not moving from her table but she said it firmly. The man immediately grew quite and receded into is pitcher of ale. She looked to Ragnar, "Some people just don't know when to shut up." She laid down 4 aces and thought to herself damn i'm good.