The scene: Sigil, City of Doors. As usual, it is a foggy, cool evening. As dusk falls, a glamorous figure slips from the Civic Festhall and uses th Plane to go into the southeast corner of the Hive. It is Lady Aruella Maranth, and she enters the Flaming Corpse Bar, gets a glass of wine and goes to sit at a secluded table. She seems to be awaiting someone.

[ 05-12-2002, 10:00 AM: Message edited by: Galadria ]

Skye yawned, then stretched, looking about her blearily. The bar was going slowly tonite. Nothing much of interest. The chestnut haired half-elf glanced up when the woman entered, but then went back to sipping her elven mead.
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OOC- mind if i join? ^_^

OOC>>Welcome, Skye. The more, the merrier.

Pheneftin the Negatai stirred restlessly on his chair in one of the dark corners as he watched the lady enter the bar. He was a Genasi of the Negative Material, a creature spawned from that plane but with a human part, half-elemental so to speak. He had jet black skin, so black, in fact, that it seemed to absorb light. It was also cold to the touch. His short and perfectly black hair was unkempt to make him look less intelligent and civilized than he was, it was always good for an assasin to make his foes underestimate him.

He ignored the few suspicious glances that some of the patrons were giving him, confident in his ability to defend himself with his blade should any of them gather the courage to attack him. He focused his attention on the newly arrived patron again, the lady Aruella Maranth. His mark. He took a sip of his wine as he waited.

(OOC: Pheneftin is "in tune" with death. He's protected against undead and draining attacks yet his affinity for death leaves him slightly weak in resisting it from any natural source. From unnatural sources such as magic he's extra resistant, however. He also has a few other minor abilities.... And disadvantages, for example he only heals half as quickly as the average human.

Negatai or Negative Genasi such as himself are usually distrusted since they have a habit of being assasins or going on killing sprees.)

OOC>> Hi, Neb, welcome!

A figure rises from one of the tables in the back and crosses the room to where the newcommers have seated themselves

As he enters into the the more illuminated areas, his rough appearence becomes obvious. He's wearing a tattered and patched robe that clear has seen better days

"Evening 'Lady' - I heard that tou wanted to see me"

He sits down, while taking a draught from his cup.

OOC: Beorn is a hive thug that due to skill and luck have risen above the average. He has left his gang-life behind and now works mainly as a mercenary. He wears in loose fitting robe that conseals his weapons - punchdaggers which he uses on both hands ( one of them magical) - and his leather jerkin.

The robe does not hinder his fighting abilities - as a matter of fact it a magical robe that confers protection from normal missiles 1/day. Also, he has learned to use it to his advantage, by making attackers hit the robe instead of himself.

JETT MOULDER
(He comes in to the bar, looks cautiously about, spots the Lady at her table with her companions, and stands in front of her. He is human, but rumors of fiend blood follow him persistently. Defensive of this, he wears tight, hip-hugging pants that ostentatiously show his well-formed legs and lack of a tail. He also wears a strange, black breastplate that looks like it was made from an enormous insect.
He is armed with a slender black club that glistens with a strange substance that has dried upon it.) "Evening, milady. Word has come that you are seeking bravos to do a deed."

Khaz`Djir, a dark elven wizard entered the bar. he was in a black robe that was covered with runes and a shining dark red skullstaff. he had black skin, as all drow elves, long silver hair and green eyes. he could barely stand up because of many serious wounds that were on his body. he said:"please.. cast a heal spell on me..!"
he was bleeding badly but nobody knew why or how.

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Khaz`Djir is a dark elven madman who left his home in Underdark when he was 11 yrs old to learn about races and cultues more. when he got to the surface, a band of humans spotted Khaz`Djin. they took him to a city and tortured him. this confused Khaz`Djin because he didnt know anything about the relationship between humans and dark elves. later, he escaped the city before the humans could kill him. since then, he had a personal hatred to humans, he tortured and killed them for ages. ask him if you wanna know how he got to Sigil [img]tongue.gif[/img] .
hi, galadria! ill pm the stats and stuff to you..

A patron who had previously hidden himself away in a darkened corner to read a mysterious tome looked up seeing the dark elf, such things would not normally have disturbed the Githzerai warrior-mage but there was something about this drow that begged for an answer. Rising to his feet the emaciated looking man walked towards the drow and applied a salve to the largest of the visible wounds.

I am Kaz'erthimon Von'shaernov Githzerai warrior, who did this to you and why?

OOC: hope you don't mind me joining

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[ 05-10-2002, 11:25 AM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]

ARUELLA(She smiles at all present, rather vaguely, looks meaningfully at Jett, and goes over to the Drow. She focusses on him and he is suddenly surrounded by a halo of light, his wounds mostly vanish)(She then turns to all who have gathered and says) "Yes I have need of some bashers and bloods. Someone broke into my home in Bytopia and stole my essence. I kept it in a jar in my father's vault, and now it is gone. Now, all life is gray, and I can take no pleasure in parties or similar foofaraws. I simply must get my essence back, and a priest that I consulted told me that the thief, whoever it might be, has fled to the Beastlands. There will be rich reward to any who accompany me on the quest, Is anyone here interested?"