Khelandria was surprised. But, as the traveller said, they were a long way from most of Elfkind, and she was always inclined to be polite when not cutting off someone's extremities. "That is an interesting viewpoint from one from - unless I am much mistaken, ancestral Nagarythe?" the accent wasn't the same, but it was similar and she'd heard it before. The Witch Elf had always privately thought that the Shadow-Haunters would make good Assassins if politics hadn't got in the way. She smiled again, finding the lack of posturing refreshing herself. "My name is Khelandria." She loosened her cloak a little now that she was inside, allowing her snow-white skin and dark hair to be seen. Her eyes were keen, scanning the table and the environs now and then as a warrior should, but when she spoke her attention was on her conversation-partner. "And a lonely road sometimes makes for unexpected companions in arms." "As for the battle -" she sighed. Some among the Temples did not see eye to eye with the Witch King's more dubious policies. It wasn't even the fact that the Witch King took the term mummy's boy a little too literally. No, it was her liege's insistence on using daemonic powers and even - if you believed the rumours, which everyone did - allowing his mother to continue her worship of the Dark Prince. Since Morathi also claimed to be head of the Witch Elves, Hellebron notwithstanding, the very thought that she would share her allegiance between Khaine and Slaanesh set Khelandria's finely-pointed teeth on edge. Away from the battlefield, Khelandria had developed a sneaking suspicion that the 5,000 years since the Sundering could have been spent more profitably, and that if the Witch King had really wanted to take back the Phoenix Throne, he would have done so by now. Better to rule in Hell than serve in Heaven, perhaps. It was the politics. Always the politics. If Khelandria had been the one to advise the Witch King, she would have told him to stop allowing the noble houses to bleed each other dry with their squabbling and save it for the battlefield. No. Stuff politics. Khaine wants war. "It fares the same as ever," she said, diplomatically. "Malekith has not taken the Phoenix Throne, and your kin are safe in their shadows, way-walker." She didn't even sound disappointed.
Kristoff watched with growing amusement as more and more odd folk wandered in, distracting him from the playing wolves. He almost reflexively reached for his hammer when he saw the Black Orc enter, but stopped himself when the beast ask for a drink. He largely ignored the Druchii and Shadow warrior who were engrossed in a conversation about their people. Kristoff never cared for politics, let alone Knife Ear politics, so he stayed out of their conversation. Meanwhile the Elf he spoke with seemed like a decent enough fella. Anyone with a wolf was someone he could trust The people Kristoff was actually annoyed with seeing were the two Knights that entered. Pompous pricks. He shook his head at Brettonian who bellowed at the poor servant girl, and noticed the woman give his wolf a less than friendly look. < @matt23 @Cousintp > "Think you princesses must be lost. This here's a place for adventurers and warriors, don't have any space for some squires to follow you and polish your pricks for ya. Though least the lass is here for more than just gold!" Kristoff gave a rough laugh as he continued to eat the still silent employees food, taking a large gulp of ale from a random mug on the table.
< @Keidivh > Yanta'i simply stayed quiet at the moment. He was removed from both elven and human societies, so he had little to say unless directly addressed. <+@prettymucheveryone> At the same time, Talsin's tail was wagging as she watched the other wolf bounce around. She felt rather playful herself and nipped playfully at his neck before bounding off. If he gave chase she would tear through the tavern, probably flipping tables and causing all sorts of trouble. But isn't that was what love is about? Causing trouble together?
@Keidivh Mariah turned to look over her shoulder and saw the larger man speaking to her presumably. She then turned and looked him up and down with a slight laugh. "Save you wit for another, mountain man. I am sure there is a dog bowl around here from which you and your pet may feed. That should keep your mouth busy" She then turned back to the man at the table with her arms still crossed waiting.
@matt23 Kristoff spat out some of "his" drink as is laughter filled the tavern. He smacked his hand on the table in amusement, "That's a fine bark ya got there princess! Looking forward to seeing if you have any teeth to back up those words." Kristoff slapped Mariah on the back, glad to see she had some fight in her. @BadDo9 His attention wuickly shifted back to Vorgen, who was now in full pursuit of Talsin. He let out small yips of excitement and joy as the two began to bound throughout the tavern.
Alozia Kalitara stalked into the tavern sullenly, reflective of how her travels had been from Naggaroth her travels had taken her. Firstly, there was simply the fact that her style of revealing dress.... Didn't quite fit the Empire's standards of appropriate attire for a woman, hence forcing her to wear a cloak when travelling around. She promply removed that annoying piece of cloth to let her normal clothing show once she had stepped inside the place, not tolerating it for a second more than she had to. Secondly, despite having made efforts to seek work that didn't involve either having to openly announce that she could perform magic and therefore go though all the legal hoops just to ensure that a Witch Hunter didn't shoot her for her talent or being paid a pittance as a humble caravan guard or mercenary, the Sorceress just couldn't find a steady set of work that would actually be good enough for her to stay around. Still, a quick glance at the clientele, and the fact that a Shadow Warrior, an Ork, a Witch Elf, an Ogre, a Wood Elf, two humans and a High Elf were in here had her attention truly grabbed and considering some Thomas Constantine was offering a job.... Well, perhaps this time it turned out as Alozia hoped it would even if the people she noticed were likely also intrested in the offer. So the Druchii decided to wait upon the fringes of the tavern's activity, to see just if this 'Thomas Constantine' was actively looking for people to join him, or if he was content to make everyone find him first.
<Hasselhund tavern> @Uriel1339 @Grall_Stonefist @Vanestus @BadDo9 @Cousintp @Jorimel @Maleth @lord-watchman @Vulpas @Keidivh @matt23 @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Valonox OOC small push so we give our friends who still haven't done the post something considerable to reply to As the orders came, the barmaid ran around the tavern, getting everyone their drinks. Those who asked for ale or something strong, they received mugs of pretty watered beer, tasting quite foul. On the other hand, those asking for wine received couple of pints, the wine being white and actually quite alright. As for food, everyone got their plates so they could help themselves with the food on the stranger's table, so the deer stew, goat cheese and mushroom sauce were on the menu for them at the moment. Adding to that, the barkeeper sent them a whole plate of potato pie as well as another plate with apple cake. All in all, they had quite a feast at their hands before the idyllic atmosphere was ruined as the doors to the tavern once again opened. Couple of locals entered it, contrary to those already sitting in these were quite tall and muscled, obviously village's lumberjacks or some sort of militia men. They were armed with short spears, blackjacks and woodsmen's axes. As the newcomers arrived, those inside also got up on their feet, like a pack of animals feeling more courageous in a mob. One of the lumberjacks, a man in his late twenties and looking well-fed and muscled, hefted a big axe and approached the table where everyone was sitting. "Listen ya all. Dis Hasselhund village is a decent one, folks 'ere are all decent and honest. We don't need a group of rascals and scoundrels such as you polluting our fair tavern. Maybe we could tolerate the pointy-eared wrenches, but a dirty greenskin and a stupid ogre...we'll dats just rude! So I suggest ya all pack your things and get out, so we don't have any more problems, understand?" As the man finished, the rest of his friends stood next to him, looking as threatening as they could. The party of unsuspected new friends were given the time to consider this proposal and act accordingly since the man called Constantine remained sitting in his chair, not ushering a single word while a mischievous smile crept on his face.
"I would back down if i were you" as sebine spoke she stood up letting her cloack fall away from her armored form "i will warn you once that this is a rather drunken mistake" as she spoke she looked at the orc and oger "we came here after hearing the notice of mercineries wanted" as she spoke she sliped her hand to the hilt of her sword "i also belive we may be better armed than you"
Vamir kept his smile. "I am Vamir, Khelandria mind if I call you Khe..." He was interrupted by the men he spoke up out of spit and in his humble voice. "We are joining a mercenary band and waiting for Thomas to allow us to talk to him so we can join but if your looking for a fight go else where or I can offer one..." Vamir seemed to have his hands in his pockets but they were on his blades.
< @Colapse > Yanta'i's eyes narrowed as his gaze was torn from the wolves. He let out a short whistle and Talsin spun around and moved to his side after an apologetic yip to Vorgen (@Keidivh). His eyes shifted between the militia group and their own, his fingers twitching as Talsin pulled back her lips to give warning. "If I were you, sir, I would walk away and allow us our business." he said, looking at the larger warriors in the group (@Grall_Stonefist @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Keidivh) "I won't fight unless I am forced, but at this range any of you will easily find an arrow in a deadly place." eyes flicked down to the crotch area. "Or somewhere rather unpleasant." Finally, he looked down at his companion. "But I cannot vouch for her. You interrupted her fun, and she doesn't take kindly to that." a growl in response. "Go on. Test us."
