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It was raining hard. This was strange considering the fact that the town sat not to far from the desert. It was dark and the houses of the town were even darker. But the tavern was lit and full of life. A boy that wandered into the town noticed it, and hurried toward it seeking refuge from the rain. As he entered a few looked at him. He wore a yellow sleeveless shirt, tan baggy pants, and sandal. He carried a helmet of some sort and on his back was a massive sword. His skin was oddly dark, but most thought is was dirt. So they went back to their drinks.
The boy looked around at the figures around him. There were a few that looked like him. But their skin was far too pale. Most of them didn’t even have skin, they had hair all over their bodies. Then he noticed a fire place in the back of the room. And hurried to it eager to dry off. He sat at a table near it, set the helmet down, and began to warm him self.

Alpha sat in far dark corner for the tavern, only one of his red eyes gleeming out to meet anyone who looked his way. A older man sat across from him though he said little, meerly sipping his drink as Dakota did his. Fingering the chamber on one of his pistols he downed a second glass of whiskey and held up his finger for another. After a while of sitting and drinking the older man spoke."So Alpha, how many years has it been since we saw our old friend?" The mans eyes looking into his glass of liqour. Alpha lit a long cigarette and placed it in his teeth as he contemplated the question carefully. He was a wolf who had made a name for himself as both a fighter and gunslinger, who could recall all the faces and names of anyone he so happened to come into contact with.

"2 my friend." He muttered, his gaze shifting to a young lad who entered the tavern, watching carefully as he made his way over to the "den" of the place."Why, what does it matter, he's expired." Alpha smirked coldly, spinning the 8 round chamber of his gun. The old man meerly chuckled as he too watched from over his shoulder at the boy."See something you like? He mocked, shifting back to Alpha who meerly glared at him in reply.

"I see what you see my friend...nothing more." Throwing down his hand and pulling in his prize. "Looks like i win again." The other guys around the table throwing down their hands in disgust."Looks like your fame even comes back to the card table, eh buddy." The bartender called over, watching from afar, recieving a gentle smile in reply.

The boy heard angry growls coming from a cross the room. He spotted a white hairy creature holding an oddly-shaped shiny object. He went back to his fire and tried to ignore them. How long have I been asleep, he thought.

Alpha met the boys gaze with a cold grin, looking back to the others as another hand was dealt around the table. "So what's the score Dakota?" One of the other men asked, looking over his new hand at the others."5?..20?...100? Just exactly how many lives have you sent to heaven behind you?" Grinning at his possibly good hand. Alpha's smile died to a bland glare as he looked over to the younger man who quickly discarded the question."Don't worry about it you wouldn't like to be part of it." He calmly spoke, holstering his revolver though now he held a short dagger in the mans direction, dropping it on the table so that it would stand directly center of one of the playing cards.

Looking over to the boy again he sinced a distrubing force, one that caused him to smile in amusment though he would turn his attention back to enjoying the game at hand, downing a third glass with a satisfying howl. "Your bluffing..." He grinned, looking back to the young guy who swore he had a good hand.

The boy had dried he looked out the window, night. He was tired. He grabbed up his helmet. I’ll try and get a room, he thought as walked over to the counter. Behind in was another hairy creature. It was similar to the white one but it was gray.
“How may I help you,” the creature spoke.
The boy didn’t understand, “Kuinka paljon huone?”
“Huh? How… may… I… help… you?” It repeated again but this time made weird hand gestures as he said it. The boy pointed to the keys on the wall. “Oh!,” it walked over to the wall and grabbed a key, “you want a room!” The boy nodded and reached into his pocket, produced something, and set it on the table. The owner stared at he counter, without looking away, set the keys on the counter. The boy grabed them and headed up the stairs. The owner was left staring at the four gold coins the child had left him.


(items in red are translated Keidran, the words spoken by the boy are Jumalat)

Curt was sitting at a corner in the tavern, enjoying a cold mug of ale and a good read from his journal. Its been about 7 years since he left his home and travelled around the world. As he continued reading from his journal, he remembers the sights he has seen, the things he has learnedthe people has met and well...the slavers and bandits he pissed off. Curt gave himself a light chuckle at the latter memory.

Curt set his journal down and began to take another sip from his mug. That was when he realized odd boy that was in the tavern. Curt noticed the strange skin the boy bore. Unlike most of the patron, Curt likes to keep an eye out for the smallest of details. His skin was dark, but it also seemed metallic as well. Curt learned from a drunken scholar a few nights ago in a town far away describing an extict race with similar skin that the boy has.

Curt continued to stare at the boy as secretly as possible.

Karlitch sat at a table near the counter having a cold drink when a young boy walked over and began speaking to the tavern owner in Jumalat
What... that's impossible. Nobody left alive knows that language except for me. How can a boy this young know...
Karlitch then realised This boy is a Jumalati, but they were killed off thousands and thousands of years ago. How could he have possibly survived? Doesn't matter, I'll figure it out later.

Karlitch then stood up and walked over to the keidran behind the counter, speaking in Keidran <"I'd like a room at least for the night please.">
He was given a key and pocketed it, paying the keidran and returning to his table and drink.

((The words in italics are thoughts, the ones in <...> are Keidran. Thought I'd let everybody know.))

The boy found a door that matched the symbol on the key. Went inside and washed up. As he went to bed he couldn’t sake the feeling that someone else was in the room with him. Later the rain storm became a thunder storm. It was so loud the boy didn’t sleep at all. Wonder if anyone else cant sleep he thought.
But no else heard a storm.

Asmy slumped against the door to an inn. <Must...find help..> She swung open the door and cried, <Help....Me.... please..> Asmy was a mess, scratches all over her and a large gash on her leg. Blood was dripping from nearly every part of her. Asmy collapsed on the ground. <Please...anyone..> The customers of the inn stared at her as she made a pool of blood on the ground. <PLEASE!> She fell to the ground, exhausted from the blood loss and the trip. The world around her was a blur as people crowded around her, her breathing was the only thing she heard as her heart slowed down. Her tail was going limp. <Any...one...> She closed her eyes. Ready for Death's Embrace.

((ok i'm just gonna start it off now and then take a week long break afterwards))

Rocky was sitting at a table when he saw a tiger keidran walking in pleading for help. furious that noone was going to help her he ran over to the girl and knelt by her <where are you hurt?>

Alpha sat staring at the many not so familiar faces of the tavern. Following the boy with his eyes as he observed him clock into a room. Once again he discarded any involvment in the boy or the story behind him. Even as the night grew old the table of 6 or 7 men continued to endulge themselves in drinks, card games, and wild stories at times sturring up laughter that even amused the barkeep. "I can tell once you start telling horrid stories that you have a bad hand." Alpha smirked, the other men laughing as they all folded their hands only to lose to a pair of 2's.

"God damnit Dakota, you sly dog." The older man chuckled, the tavern's front door being flung open as a young girl sat slumped in his frame. The light hearted laughter that filled the floor was now replaced by stunned and bitter silence as some of the inn's patrons subjected themselves to the sight at hand. Alpha against his better judgement rose to his feet and fired a round of his firearm into the air to quiet the now talkative mob around the girl. The men around the table sat unphased and continued their antics in the secluded area.

Alpha moved through the crowd who now dispersed as he strode by with a glare spotting the only lad who even attemoted to help. "I'll take care of this mess." He voiced to the other people who reluctanlty (sp.) returned to what they were doing, a few turning in for the night as he motioned for the key to his own room."Put it on my tab." He smirked, taking the girl into his arms and and proceeding up to his room at the far end of the hall and motioning for the guy to follow him to the room."Keep talking to me and you'll be fine." His almost evil looking impression fleeting at the sight of a girl in distress.

Lying the girl on his bed, he tried to keep her as calm and relaxed as possible, asking her of her name, age, and anything else to keep her mind off of her situation as he dressed her wounds nicely.

[Raph you really have a nack for posting as i am typing mine lol so do excuse this post.]

The boy heard a ruckus from downstairs. Hurried out of his room and down the stairs. There was a orange and black haired girl collapsed on the floor next to the door. More creatures gathered around her. He noticed the gash in her leg. He grabbed a drink from the wall, then ran to her. He used the drink to clean the wound. He then tore a piece of his shirt off. And tied it tightly on the gash to reduce blood loss.

Rocky followed the man that had picked the keidran up, he leaned against the wall next to the door as he watched him tend to her wounds. he crossed his arms and addressed the man "will she be alright?"

[i worked my way around it. also Ultraman, me and hound are already helping kho's character.]

The boy didn’t know the words but understood it was concerned. He gave her to him, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a vile with green liquid. Put a few drops in her mouth and nodded.

Alpha stood beside the bed with a smirk as he grabbed his bottle of hidden whiskey and took a nice swigg."She should be fine." He voiced, scratching his ear with the back of hand as he looked her over and over to the lad."I must excuse myself for the moment." Alpha spoke, leaving the girl with the young lad