Arkayan

& I percieve you as one of the most deep & thought provoking men i have ever met. I now see that you are not a con man so I will gladly purchase a blue ribbon from you if I may. Says Seran as he fumbles around in his pocket looking for his coin pouch.

How do I know this is not trickery? Sorry for my rudeness sir but in my experience you can never be to sure, Please try the blue thread? Says Seran as he leans over the table for a closer look at the threads.

None for me thanking you kindly anyway, what happens to me happens to me & i will let no chemical determine my fate. But I am interested, tell me more of this process, Says Seran as he snaps his fingers at a bar tender & points to Shadzon. The bar tender brings him some rum & Seran bekons him to continue.

The night was dark & stormy my friends. The lycan was lewered & the trap was set. Brave Fode was to be the Lycan's bait. All was quiet. The only sound that could be heard was the soft padding of large feet. We waited for some time, before the padding faded into the night & the sound of the scratching could be heard inside this very tavern. The sound travelled up the stairs & into one of the rooms overlooking the alleys behind where brave Fode the Gory lay drunk. The sound of speech could be heared & then the sound of a powerful force sprinting through the tavern. The row was defening my friends & many a screech emerged from the tavern. I ran out into the streets of this fair town to see the Lycan run past the guards at top flight into the night, never to be seen again. Later i found that this very woman had warded the Lycan away. To tell you the truth I was enfuriated. However I now come to the realisation that I am no better than this Lycan myself, we both kill to survive my killing just carries the label of employment rather than monsterism. So I ask you friends, do not judge this women for her actions, stop & think a moment about how many mens lives you have taken & then tell me are we no better than monsters ourselves. Seran says as he points out the fallen Imperial soldiers & barmen laying on the ground & out on the street.

Seran tells the tale of mystery & intrigue to his new found friend. He explains the hunt in the finest detail & fairly soon a large group patrons crowd around the table to listen to the story. Seran has them all on the edge of their seat & just before he reaches the climax to the story he stops mid sentence & says, I will not say anymore till I have had a drink!

Thankyou, Says Seran as his attention turns to Armiena. Ah the woman who befriended a Lycan, how are you?

Seran stirs & mops his bloody brow. He tries to get up but he does not have the strength. Some assistance if you please someone?

Seran raises his head. His vision swims back into existance after he rubs his blood shot eyes. Feeling somewhat revitalised after his rest Seran grabs his lute & goes over to the table in which Armiena & an elf he had not seen in these parts before were seated. About three quarters of the way into the long treck 'A long trek for a drunk that is" Seran stumbles & knock his head on one of the seats. He collapses unconcious to the floor.

Seran drops off to sleep. His head slumps onto the table in which he is sitting & he dreams of mystery & adventure. He wakes only temporarily to sip his wine before dropping off into a booze enduced sleep.

Seran walks over to the fire place & wispers in Armien's ear, All is forgotten, He then beckons Tilindra to join in the sad song...

Seran winks at her as if to say "Cheer Up" before striding over to the bar. He buys a cup of Matze & a cup of wine for himself, before returning to the table. So tell me where did you learn to sing like that?

Seran looks out at the crowd of barfighters with a glum look on his face. He turns over to Tilindra & says, Well it seems their do busy brawling to listen to our music. Still that doesnt stop us from having a drink does it? What are you having?

Seran ceases to play, & you would do good not to interup our music with violence & noise, O Knight of the Imperial Legion! Seran shouts with an angry look on his face.

Yes we shall! The two musicians begin to play a different song this time, one of adventure, intrigue & mystery. As Seran plays he notices Armiena. What do we have here? Seran wispers to himself,

My name is Seran Ue, Says Seran with a smile on his face, I have not heard such a heavenly voice in some years.

Seran's ears angel up from out side the tavern. He finishes his wine & steps into the tavern. He looks at the singer for a while & then rushes up stairs. He comes back down seconds later with another lute & begins to play along. However the brawl still continues around the two musicians. EVERY ONE SILENCE!! Seran shouts & then becons the singer to continue.

Seran sits calmly in his seat while the fierce bar fight ensues around him. A drunken patron takes a swing at him with a bottle, he swings his lute around & brings it crashing on his head. Shards of wood fly everywhere. Another patron, obviously a friend of the fallen man began to swing at Seran wildly. Seran formes a fist & punches the man in the throat with all his might. With his agressors defeated he walks calmy over to the bar & pours himself a goblet of wine. He then steps out side to get some fresh air.

You say your fort is near the Dren plantation? Seran interupts, You know that they are Commna Tong dont you? They are the real criminals! The Empire employs the Commna Tong, although they are an unlawful organisation. Now you are to raid a cave of ameture bandits? Thats justice in the Empire for you! Says Seran, with a terrible though at the back of his mind..."What if it is my family that the knight speaks of in the caves?"

Fode! My the gods I feared you dead! I did not recognise you now that you are so heavily todsorielised! (Bald)

Employment, my friend, Says Seran, Tell me What brings you to a life inside a bottle?

Seran strides over to the elf with the obvious signs of a hangover. Pardon me, may I sit at your table?

Nay I do not know where we can find her.... Says Seran with a glum expression on his face. We should lie in wait for her here, but I can tell you my friend I think that the Lycan is long gone. She would have warned it away from these lands & in it's human form it could travel almost anywhere undetected. I can also tell you i have lost my tase for hunting the dammed beast. I wish only now to have a good drink & a tall tale & wait for my next assignment. He searches around the tavern for a place to sit, but all the seats seem to be taken..

Seran strides into the tavern in search of Armiena. He calls out for her & when there is no reply he says out around... She makes my tretchourous deeds look like laughs & giggles. She has been harbouring this Lycan the whole time. She warned it of our presence. Which explains its dissapearance. By god how could i be so blind?

OOC: Lol yeah may aswell go along with it so long as it is destroyed I guess :| I believe out next point of call is back to The Stinking Barfly Tavern, There is someone I wish to catch up with. Seran says as he shoots a glance over to the horizon and the persuing demon.

Wait! what is it he said before about the skull?....Dont go looking for a trophy & something along the lines of civillian casualties. The fact that he is leading it away from civilisation definatly points to some kind of emense energy being released. I think we should let him do his job. OOC: Are you guys sure about a Balrog in MW??