Sacretio: Generic Tavern Scene!

[Warbeard]

A well-groomed blue furred cat saunters into the room, tail held high and swishing from side to side. With a sudden bound the cat leaps onto the bar and casually walks along the top to where Smaug is standing.

It sits down on a (relatively) clean spot and gives Smaug a meaningful look, "Mmrau"

[Stan Cold]

Bruce's bottle shatters against one of the thug's head, knocking him unconscious. When Bruce charges in, however, the two remaining trolls step out of the way. Bruce charges into the wall, his shoulder spikes getting stuck in it.

Elaine's spell works well. Really well. Really, really well. Both trolls buckle to their knees, crying out for their mothers. They then pass out in fear.

"☠☠☠☠," Colin squeaks and runs out of the bar. Ron jumps back to his feet.

"Huh, you guys are impressive. Well, you two are impressive. Well, the lady's trick was nice. You guys looking for work?"

Smaug looks down at the cat. "Use your words, Nergil."

[FreakyBoy]

Bruce wrenches his way out of the wall (hopefully leaving most of it behind) and brushes off his spikes. He gives one of the cowering trolls a good solid kick before heading back over towards Ron. "Why? You a producer?"

He pauses, and turns towards the stage. "I've heard FAIRIES more metal than you dirt-farmers," he calls towards the dwarves performing on stage.

[Stan Cold]

"Well, of sorts. Think of it as going on tour, only instead of being payed little to play music, you'd be payed a lot to kill, steal and solve problems.

The drummer flips Bruce the bird.

[Warbeard]

The cat glares menacingly at the bartender, then sniffs and turns away. It pauses briefly next to the demon lady, looking appreciatively at the lute, and does a sort of bow before sauntering on toward the door.

[weatherwax]

Elaine laughs.

"I've been in trade for a while. Haven't done any adventuring since I was a kid. Like, still doing the whole tight leather, smouldery eyes, seduction of the innocent thing."

She tsks.

"Who doesn't have the that stage, right? Anyway, I make a good living at something I love. Gotta give me a good reason to close down shop for a while besides coin, kid."

[Stan Cold]

"Well, there's also attractive men and/or women. There's... well, excitement went without saying. Uh... the prince sponsors all this, so you'll probably be knighted or something. You guys are in a band, right? Probably could hook you up with some sweet venues. C'mon, you guys are the best I've come across. That's not saying a lot, but I do mean it. You guys are good."

[CCC]

In a dark and shadowy corner of the bar, sits a dark and shadowy kid. If the fangs don't proclaim his vampire heritage, then the fact that the glass in front of him is quarter-full of something red might be a hint.

He had fallen asleep, pillowing his head on his arms, but the sound of the orc slamming into the wall a few metres away makes him suddenly jump awake. He stares at the orc for a few minutes, then mutters "I don't believe it. I don't -"

He scrambles to his feet and rushes forward. "Hey, you're, Bruce, right? I mean, the Bruce, I mean, I, I'm such a fan of your group, I -"

Dave suddenly notices the other guy, the not-quite-half-orc.

"Hey, and Justin! Are you guys performing here? Nobody's gonna believe me when I tell them I met both of you guys!"

[Skitzophrenik]

Justin throws a bottle. It misses Dave, and hits a random patron, who goes down with a face full of glass.

"The name. Is Killthrust."

Killthrust turns back to the bar.

"Beer."

[CCC]

"Hey -"

Dark Dave tries to dodge the bottle, but, thrown wide, it hits someone else anyway; the fellow goes down with a face full of glass. Fortunately, he goes down in the shadows of the stairwell; so Dave does what he can to help. He picks out the larger bits of glass, and then moulds the darkness under the stairwell over the wounds. The darkness covers the cuts, chills the cuts - freezes them, numbing and sterilising them all at once. And then just the slightest touch of aging; Dave tries to give the man's face twenty-four hours worth of natural healing in mere seconds.

[FreakyBoy]

"Hey, always good to see a fa-," Bruce starts, but trails off as Dave notices the bassist. He sighs when he hears the name 'Justin', knowing exactly what's coming next. Shaking his head, he heads over to the bar, grabbing the beer Smaug was getting for Killthrust and downing it in a single gulp.

He tosses the empty stein to Killthrust before heading over towards Elaine, holding out a hand for his lute. He looks at Ron. "Dude, I'm already royalty. Do you know who I am? I'm Thrashhead, brother. I'm a freaking rock star."

[Skitzophrenik]

Killthrust frowns at his empty stein, and launches it into the darkness by the stairs after Dave. The missile explodes against the wall.

Turning to the bar again Killthrust grabs a nearby drink from... whoever, and downs it. Then Killthrust turns his ire towards the Dwarfs on stage.

"You bearded ******* suck! Play some real music!"

[weatherwax]

Elaine hands over the lute with a wink.

"Still need something better than fame n fortune," she says to Ron. "I mean, what exactly are you lookin' for, anyway, that you need a party?"

[Stan Cold]

"Hey, always good to see a fa-," Bruce starts, but trails off as Dave notices the bassist. He sighs when he hears the name 'Justin', knowing exactly what's coming next. Shaking his head, he heads over to the bar, grabbing the beer Smaug was getting for Killthrust and downing it in a single gulp.

He tosses the empty stein to Killthrust before heading over towards Elaine, holding out a hand for his lute. He looks at Ron. "Dude, I'm already royalty. Do you know who I am? I'm Thrashhead, brother. I'm a freaking rock star."

"Thrashhead, Thrashhead... Oh yeah! Didn't you guys split up or something? That elf chick was pretty cute."

Elaine hands over the lute with a wink.

"Still need something better than fame n fortune," she says to Ron. "I mean, what exactly are you lookin' for, anyway, that you need a party?"

"It's hard to say what exactly when there's a lot of things to do. The prince can really explain it better, but there's something about giants and princesses and gremlins and... yeah, it's all pretty vague. I think they're all tied together by an ancient prophecy of some sort."

Killthrust frowns at his empty stein, and launches it into the darkness by the stairs after Dave. The missile explodes against the wall.

Turning to the bar again Killthrust grabs a nearby drink from... whoever, and downs it. Then Killthrust turns his ire towards the Dwarfs on stage.

"You bearded ******* suck! Play some real music!"

"Oi!" yells the lutist, "You think you can do better, ya washed up prick? Ya can't even hold down a girlfriend!"

[FreakyBoy]

"Holding her down wasn't the problem," Bruce shoots back. "Keeping other guys from doing so was!" He laughs at his own stupid joke.

He turns back to Ron. "I'm Thrashhead, buddy. We didn't 'split up'. We're just ... hiring."