A visit, or a return

[Darkan Rhal]

*The wall sconces flicker and the fire seems to dim. A slight breeze seems to materialize inside the tavern. A speck of darkness appears just inside the door and as it grows it seems to swirl and draw in the fading light. Just as the room is plunged into total darkness, red lightning begins to arc out from the spot where the darkness first appeared. Out of the ball of lightning steps a cloaked figure, which brings a return of the light.

Garbed in black robes with a hood pulled low hiding his facial features the thin man glides forwards coming to rest at a near by table. With a wave of his near skeletal hand a well-worn tin cup appears, filled with steaming hot liquid. From a pouch that materializes in his other gaunt hand he sprinkles some type of herbal mix that produces an acrid odor when it mingles with the water.

He then raises both hands and pulls back the hood to reveal an ashen face with tight drawn features and a slight gold hue to the skin. The most striking feature though is his eyes. Glowing red like two fire rubies embedded in his head, they seem to draw one in and give the feeling as if ones soul is being pulled into their depths.

Looking around the figure scans the room for someone he might recognize*

[Tordek]

From a nearby point, Tordek rests peacefully, his head tucked in his crossed arms and his feet resting upon the table top. It would be easy to assume he was either in a drunken stupor or simply sleeping.

Without ever even opening eyes, he simply breathes in deeply and retorts to the newcomer's entrance.

"Fancy that. They can't seem to stop with their showboat entrances. It's as if Azrael himself came to the tavern in full glory. Showoffs..."

[Darkan Rhal]

*In a thin raspy voice*

"Ah, but I recall a time long ago when even you had a flair for the dramatic, oh bard of bards.

It has been a long time since I graced these halls with my presence. How have you faired?"

[Tordek]

"We are graced indeed! To have a ghostly white figure with a raspy voice scare away our patrons! Bard of bards though, I like that, that I must say. You've appealed to my vanity."

On that last sentence Tordek finally opens his eyes. It had been years, decades perhaps since he had seen Darkan Rhal.

"I'm as fair as can be. You know, even Frenzie has made a special appearance here from. He's finally reared his head out of the forests. Though that may only have been for a brief instant."

[Darkan Rhal]

"Indeed, Frenzie, I have not crossed paths with him for far too long."

*Darkan would pause here to take a sip of his tea, the acrid liquor seeming to breath some hint of life into his features*

"What of the other Titans from that bygone era? Would the angle dragon still be at large, what of that pit fiend, and the over grown wolf man, has anyone seen that drunkard of an eagle, or the man marked for peace?"

[Tordek]

"Curulan is now Chief of State, Ekehart has long left into obscurity, only appearing on the random chance I suppose. Out of the last three, only Peacemark can still be found."

[Darkan Rhal]

*Darkan seems to ponder this news for a moment< then says with sadisdic glee*

"That means there is a whole new herd of fresh meat to torture."

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[Joe]

*Joe stumbled down the steps, slightly drunk still from the night before, and noticed that the Tavern was mostly empty except Tordek and a strange looking man having a conversation in the corner. Well, sort of in the corner, Tordek had his feet propped up on the table, and the stranger sat farther away at another table, sipping on some steaming liquid. Trying to be quiet now, Joe tripped on the last step and fell straight into another table with a loud crash.*

"Uhh, I'd like a coffee please." he said, smiling up at the barkeep looking over the counter.


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[Darkan Rhal]

*A corner of Darkan's mouth turns up ever so slightly for just the briefest of moments*

"As I was saying, fresh meat."

*Turning to the new arrival, Darkan would study him for a moment. Then with a wave of his hand a tin cup with steaming hot water would appear before the man. Producing a light brown pouch from his sleeve he would extend the hand it rests in and the pouch would float over to the table. Then the drawstrings would unfurled themselves as the pouch would tip to one side allowing a small portion its contents, a light brown powder, to spill into the steaming water where it would dissolve almost instantly producing a stale herbal aroma. The drawstrings would then retie themselves as the pouch floats back to Darkan*

"Drink this, it is far more effective at curing your, uhm, condition then coffee."


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[Joe]

*Having absolutely no fear, or comon sense, Joe slammed back the steaming hot drink immediately. Having nerve endings in his throat, he then let out a yelp of pain from drinking the overly hot liquid too quickly.

Holding his throat now, he said, "Uhh, thanks, I'm Joe by the way." Then he clambored to his feet to approach the visitor and offered his hand to shake.*


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[Tordek]

"And back to the showoff. Where did you learn all this anyway?"

[Darkan Rhal]

*Responding to Joe first in a calm aloof manner*

"I am Darkan Rhal, a former member of this Clan. I am sure it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

*Turning to Tordek with a hint of coldness in his voice*

"Show off? The Bard thinks I'm a show off? If I had wanted to show off, believe me, it would have been a truly amazing spectacle, as the case may be it was simply easier for me to aid Joe here in that manner than it would have to call for a cup of boiling water and then walking over there to add the herbal remedy."

*His attitude warming up, Darkan continues*

"What of Twist? Is he still about blasting away with his fireballs? Or would I now be the most powerful mage at Titan?"


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[Tordek]

Ripples and ripples of chuckles roll into waves of laughter. Not derisive laughter, but the absolute and pure reaction to a comment so ludicrous. Pretension was commonplace but such a boast was more than most would make.

Regaining his composure, he turns to face Darkan for the first time throughout their conversation thus far. Studying him, he manages to wipe away most of the remains of a smirk, though a tint is still there.

"Twist? He's most likely up in that damned tower of his."

With a grin, Tordek sits back resuming his previous position, folding his arms over his chest and again leans against his chair, his legs held up by the table, quietly nodding his head down in peace.

[Darkan Rhal]

*Not wanting to start a confrontation with Bard, Darkan igonrs the laughter, instead he responds to the comment*

"Ah, locked away in his tower, the only place a mage truely feels at ease."

*Turning to the new comer*

"And what of you? I know your name, but not much else. Who are you and what is your purpose here at Titan?"

*Little did Joe know, but the herbal mix he so readily consumed was a sleeping powder, which should begin to take effect about now*

[Joe]

"Me? Oh I'm just your average everyday mage I suppose, though I'm not from this world. That's probably a story for another time though, when I'm more sober." As he spoke, the ankh that hung around his neck started glowing a faint red. Joe looked down at it, feeling its warmth running through his body. "Hey now, that's not nice trying to poison me like that," he said, still smiling. "I hope that it was only a small prank you were trying to pull on one of Titan's ambassadors." Joe then pulled up a chair across from Darkan, so that he could still see Tordek also, and sat down.