Birth by Fire

[Kage]

Spoiler:

Anyone can join this. It is a rebirth rp for the Silverfangs, allowing those who can't always be ingame to join in and get some rp. If this takes off, it will become more ingame, and eventually lead to events.

Birth by Fire

It is a glum day in Dawnstar. Dark clouds circle above the cities inn, rain pouring over the spires all around. Many have chosen to stay indoors, wishing to remain dry and warm. The rain continues to fall, a soft rattle of water sounding across the ground, peaceful, uninterrupted. But the quiet grounds are not devoid of life. A man stands before the inn, looking up at the pillars. He is a strong elf, his posture strait, his presence commanding, but his frown plain across his face. His cloak billows around him with a sudden gust of wind, revealing the lack of his left arm, covered by plate, tailored to protect this wounded side of his.

The rattling continues, rain dripping from the warriors hood as he steps inside, looking around at the abandoned building, nodding to the only other soul in the bar. The barkeep nods in return, and no words are uttered as the warrior sits close by. Still in silence, the barkeep pulls out a bottle filled with a golden liquid, pouring it into a glass with a single ice cube, passing it to the hooded man. Three silvers are placed in return, sliding across the counter as the warrior pulls his hood down. Black hair flows out of the hood, clearly dyed, the roots showing the red hair he was born with.

"Has anyone else been around?"The barkeep shakes his head, looking around.

"It's been quiet, asides from the rain. You expecting someone Krest?" The warrior smiles at the mention of his name, shaking his head.

"Not to be here yet." Once again, the room turns to silence. Krest sips from his whiskey, waiting for the Silverfangs to join him. Much needed to be talked about. Much needed to be done.

".. It's gonna be a long week."

[SachikoMaeda]

The silence did not last long. It was eventually broken by a boisterous laughter, one all too familiar to the lone warrior in the tavern. A scarred up warrior of an elf came into the tavern with another in heavy armor that seemed to have no care for laughing. The joyous elf took his seat beside Krest as he adjusted the eye patch covering his right eye. He looked over to the other elf that entered with him with a wide grin before finally speaking, "Hey, Popsy, are you going to get anything?"

"Son, why would I bother with it?" the other elf inquired with his deep, echoed voice as he sat beside the scarred elf, "I can't get drunk. No matter what I drink. It simply doesn't work.

"It still doesn't mean you can't drink, right?" the scarred elf elbowed the other at his side, "Death Knights can drink just like living people. So what if you can't get drunk?" he promptly turned to the bartender, "I'll take the usual." He drummed his fingers against the bar counter as he hummed in waiting. He slowly turned his head to look back to the Knight, "Hey, Popsy."

"What is it, son?"

The scarred elf peered at the other in silence before looking to Krest with a grin, "So what have you been up to?"

The Death Knight sat in silence with an annoyed sigh. He grumbled to himself, "Why must Leron be such an odd child?... So odd....... Why......."

[Zenethen]

[i]As always, following the laughter and joy of his cousin, a medium height elf steps into the tavern, gently brushing one side of his gauntlet down his tabard, more of instinct then actually cleaning something off. The light tap of his boots against the stone floor is all too familiar with his rather uniquely made boots. The man-elf walked formally, and was followed by another in heavy armor, but this one female. One eye covered by an eyepatch, the other glowed a frosty blue. "Do please tell me why we're here, Captain." The man-elf spoke, stopping in his stride to glance at his compatriot.

"You ask a frivolous question, sir. You are the one that led me here." The Captain said rather bluntly. "Perhaps another night of your own matters, sir? You have said drinking was tempting."

"Ah yes, drinking was one of my..." The man-elf put his eyes on Leron. His right eye twitched. He looked back to Dara while clearing his throat. "Failsafes. If beating that training dummy with a stone didn't work." He took a deep breath and put on his most convincing smile, putting up his arms and walking towards Leron. "What a coincidence, I and my cousin, and uncle in the same place at the same time! Ah, I might as well shoot myself. And Fairstar as well. How are you all doing?"

The Captain stood by and followed along Xaiden's side, standing straight when he eventually stopped and folding her hands lightly behind her back, her eye looking over the three at the counter. She remained silent, and her face did not betray her emotionless stare.

[Kage]

The warrior remains quiet as the group enters, curious on who else would show. Once Xaiden's voice is heard, he turns in his seat, leaning forward. His elbow rests on his thigh, and his cheek in his palm as he surveys the group.

".. Good of you lot to show up. We have much to talk about." He looks about the group once more, his eyes lingering on each one for only a moment, before looking around for anyone else who might have decided to show, welcome or not. Satisfied they were alone, he speaks up.

"There is much to be done you know. So far I've seen all of you slacking off. Partying, shopping, or secluding yourself in a dark room not to come out for hours, sometimes days. Redis is still at large, our numbers have dwindled, and a new threat is forming. There can be no more delays, and no more of this sillyness I keep seeing or hearing about." His eyes fall onto Leron at the last sentence, frowning deeply.

"What is your plan now? I will suggest my own, but only after I hear yours Leron." He looks to Xaiden, nodding his head slightly. "And yours."

[landashua]

The lone Farstrider stood in the mud, looking down with a slight smile across his maw as he appreciated the brown slop speckling his soft leather boots. His hood was tilted down with his eyes, the rain drops beating noisily on thick leather and sliding down to the apex of the hood. His smile curled further as he observed the crater forming between his boots from the barrage of drops from his hood. The ranger's peace was interrupted by the snap of a branch, his head flicking to the source while his eyes shot a wounding leer at the culprit.

He snorts, reluctant to break his days silence over such a minor insult, "Every day with these squirrels."

Liridon inhaled deeply and made his several paces to the inn, abandoning the peace of the woods for the vague promise of warmth. Internally he chuckled at the idea of ruining the squirrel's day, perhaps following the creature to its storage knot and raiding the contents. He shakes off the idea as he sloshes through the tavern, not wanting the other patrons to consider him a happy person.

His lips twisted into a sneer at the sight of Xaiden. Yes, he thought, this is an appropriate face. Liridon arrested his stride, foot against a stool which he quickly mounted as his elbows folded against the bar. As suited as his camouflage was for the wilderness he so recently abandoned, he stood out plainly as a green stain in the tavern.

[Ruibarra]

The familiar voices and the words that came from krest, " What we must do, Krest. " Ruibarra enters the inn looking at the faces an odd frown on his face. " Is what you say, aye, much partying and good times have been going on, and there are still threats out there, we have not time to drink life away. You spoke of Redis, and our numbers have shranks..."

Ruibarra sighs, closing his eye in thought. "Ladies in gentalmen...it is time to come back..yet again."