Reopening and Renewal of Old Friends (Archived)

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Reopening and Renewal of Old Friends (Archived)

Catherine stands in the middle of her tavern and takes a deep breathe. It all smelled new and fresh.  She had the whole place remolded and tonight was the reopening.  She had sent a letter to all that she held dear and called family.  She hoped tonight would bring back her passion for her work.  Catherine walks behind the bar to take stock of her supply.

 

Tonight the vampiress wore an off the shoulder dark green gown that made her eyes darker and her skin paler.  She felt anew, as if she was born again.  Her crimson locks fall in tight ringlets down her back and shoulders.  Catherine smiles as she looks around her tavern.  Walking back around the bar she heads to the door and opens it.  She lights the candle that hangs beside the door.  A signal for all those that know that the tavern is open and ready for business.

 

Not only did the inside get a new look but so did the outside.  Sitting on either side of the door are two bronze statues.  One is in the likeness of a drow warrior.  He holds a sword and a sheild to protect all that enter.  The other is a wolf, laying with his head on his paws and eyes open, ever watchful.  Catherine walks back into the tavern and behind the bar.  She was ready.


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The grand reopening was not something that Shayd could ignore. After all, she was his sister. Of course she had tried to send him an invitation, and he promptly felt he wished to ignore it. Going into the city was something he usually stored for business purposes. Though the allure of it finally caught up to him. Perhaps he'd see an old friend. Perhaps the pup's mother would be there. Of course the boy was not permitted to join, due to the training he was currently undertaking and distraction was the absolute worst thing for him at this moment, but he'd give news. He owed that to the girl.

 

Upon stepping to the tavern door, Shayd looked at the two statues, his normally expressionless face falling, unable to meet the eyes of the wolf. He bowed his head to the Wolf, laying a hand upon it's head and speaking in a low voice. The words were unheard by anyone other than the ones who were meant to hear them.

 

Lifting his head once more, he raised a hand and slipped the mask off of his face, letting the hood fall as well to reveal a piercingly handsome man with bright amber eyes and shock white hair. 

 

He wasn't here as Shayd. He was here as Robert Lafayette. 

 

And so he stepped inside, looking for his sister and hoping she'd had a good evening thus far.




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Myshka knew how she could be with alcohol, but against her better judgement, she decided to attend the grand re-opening of Cath's place.  Perhaps people would raise a brow at the priestess partaking in merriment in this regard, but she was not interested in publicity tonight.  Myshka had become lonely and missed the faces she once knew.  In hopes of reuniting with those she remembered and the possibility of making new friends, the young woman hauled a basket of bread from her stone, and cheese from her two goats, Tulip and Poppy.  She imagined Catherine would have the place full of refreshments, but it wouldn't hurt to bring a few exra!  She couldn't eat it all herself anyway.

The girl pushed her back against the lit door to open it, catching the glint of the new statues standing guard over the building.  She paused and took them in, unfamiliar with their origin--yet something about them delivered a powerful message.  They were beautiful.

Making her way in she stopped at the site of the empty room, only Lady Catherine and a man.  She must have been early!  Myshka nodded in greeting, "Hello Catherine, hello sir.  I brought some food to donate to your party Catherine."  She clumsily shrugged off her traveling cloak and set it on a newly polished hook by the door.  Catherine did an amazing job renovating the place.  The sounds of distant chatter became muffled through the walls, indicating the villagers were about to make their thirsty descent!




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Cath turns as she hears the door open and stands frozen.  Of all the people that she thought she would see she wasn't expecting her brother.  Blinking her eyes she smile.  "Robert, this is a surprise.  A pleasent one but still a surprise.  I thought you would be busy tonight teaching young minds."  She says softly.  Catherine was actually glad to hear that he was passing his knowledge on to the next geration.  "Well what do you think of the new place?"  She asks as she spins around wth her arms open.

 

As Myshka enters, Catherine's smile widens.  "Hello Myshka.  So glad you could come.  How are things with you?"  She asks as walks over to the girl and takes the offerings.  "Thank you.  I will go place it in the kitchen.  Visit with my brother I will be right back."  Catherine smiles again and walks towards the kitchen.  "He can seem a little gruff but he can nice when he wants. too."  She smirks as she walks past Robert.

 

Walking into the kitchen she sets the bread and cheese on the counter.  She slices the bread and some cheese and place it on a platter.  Walking back into the main room she smile at them.  "Myshka this all looks wonderful.  Did you make it yourself?"  She asks as she takes a seat at the bar.

 

Lynn check her reflection in the mirror one more time.  The leopardess smile as she looks at herself.  Her icy blue eyes sparkle with an inner light.  Her gown is a royal purple color dipped low in the front and back.  Her white hair is piled high on her head showing off her long neck.  Nodding she gives herself an apporving look.

 

Walking the short distance to the tavern Lynn stops at the door and smiles softly.  She bends down and pats the wofl's head.  "You keep her safe."  She whispers before straighting up and pushing the door open.  "Catherine, the place is lovely."  She says softly as she looks towards the others in room.   Lynn stops short as she sees Robert.  "Robert how good to see you this evening."  She says with a purr in her voice.




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Robert nodded his head toward the young woman standing in the room, giving a slight bow and standing back to his full height. "Good evening... Myshka I believe my Sister called you? A pleasure to make your aquaintence." He smiled a closed lip smile, showing a certain politeness that had been dreadfully lacking in the city as of late. He was of another time, that was for sure.

 

There was an opening of the door, a man stepping through and leaning on the support beam on the inside. Robert looked at him ruefully, while the man didn't pay him a second look. 

 

Joek opened his arms wide, smiling a devilish smile and giving a cackling laugh. 

 

"I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" He gave with an uproarious laugh, waving his arm for the door to open and a rather large group of people came bustling in. Women, men, sailors, theives, just a slew of people. 

 

"I heard that my once favorite tavern was opening up and felt that it was my civic...duty to make sure the opening was slap full with beautiful paying patrons. They all need some food and drink, and Iiiiii need a lovely place of atmosphere." He hopped up onto one of the tables, his hands behind his back as he watched the 3 dozen people take their places at the bar and the tables, laughing and yelling at each other. 

 

His eyes landed on the leapardess, and with a quick flourish, he bustled past Robert and grabbed her hand. "Hello my dear. I cannot thank you enough for the refuge you've given to those I've sent your way. If you need anything at all, food, drink, jewels, anything, just point me to who has them and I'll make them yours. " Joek's toothy smile flashed as he flitted into the crowd, vanishing from sight. Perhaps if you look hard enough at the crowd, a purple head could be seen?

 

Robert smoothed his vest after Joek's rude interruption, giving his smile to the lady in front of him once more. 

 

"Yes. A sight more ravishing than even the finest of wines my Lady. " He grabbed her hand, giving it a slight peck on the back. 

"I do hope you've been keeping well?"




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Myshka blushed, "Yes I made it all myself.  I hope I brought enough for everyone to have."  When Catherine's brother introduced himself she smiled and bowed her head, "Pleasure to meet you as well."  She had no idea Catherine had a brother.  New faces already!  Tonight would be fun!  When the loud man came through she whipped her head around and grinned at the noise.  All though Myshka was primarily a solitary creature, she occasionally had the energy to, not only cope with, but enjoy large crowds.

The sound of heavy breathing came up behind the lovely Lynn's ear.  It didn't last long though, because Karma immediately burst into laughter and threw herself around the leopardess's shoulders, "Hi Lynn!!"  She laid her head on her breast, "Ahhh as soft and squishy as always!"  She looked up to see Robert's face.  Something about him seemed familiar....but she couldn't put her finger on it.  She grinned as if to say sorry for the interruption and gave Lynn a kiss on the cheek before scampering off to join her cohort.




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Catherine smiles at Myshka "I am sure there will be enough.  I am not expecting to many people."  She says just as the door opens and Joek enters.  "What the helll is he doing here?"  She says under her breath.  This is just great.  How had he even been informed of this?  Shaking her head she would not this ruin her night.  Catherine walks behind the bar just as the large crowd enters the tavern.  Good thing her alcohol supply was plentiful.

 

Lynn smiles at Joek.  "You are welcome, sir.  If you have anymore you need to send my way do not hesitate to do so."  She says softly and with a laugh as he walks back into the crowd.  As Robert comes to stand in front of her, Lynn's smile brightens.  "Hello Robert."  Her voice softens as he take her paw and kisses it.  "How are you doing?"

 

As Karma comes up and lays her head on her breast Lynn lets out a laugh.  "I am glad they are still squishy."  Her eyes sparkle laughter.  She looks at Robert again.  She wanted to ask how her son was doing.  She wanted to make sure he was doing well and behaving himself for Robert.  She bites her lip "How is the training going?"  She asks softly.




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"Areno sends his love." Robert said with a lower voice, hoping to calm any flutters she may feel at the conversation.  "He will be a fine hunter one day. He has natural talent at it."  

 

Joek was now sitting on the table he'd been standing on and looked onward, hoping to get a glimpse of the always entertaining Signal. But alas, there was no luck...




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Myshka wandered aimlessly, attempting at small talk with some of the patrons but ultimately became shy and awkward and move on to the next person.  Socializing was hard, it was no wonder she did not do it often!  Eventually she settled at the bar, "Hey Catherine...I think I want some cider."  She was still having a good time one way or another.

Karma bounced onto the table Joek sat at and made a fart sound as she did so, "Cath's new place sure does look impressive, dunnit?  I bet Lynn's rooms are pretty spectacular too, heard she had a big shipment of ornate silks come in from Kolshtak..."  The last sentence had a slight twinge of hinted jealousy.  She wanted new silk too.  She noticed his expression though and cocked her head, "Who ya looking for?"




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Lynn smiles at Robert "I am glad he is doing well.  He has a wonderful trainer after all."  She smirks at him.  "I love him, too.  And miss him like crazy but I know that he is in good care with you."  Her tail sways behind her.  "And a natural, you say.  I wonder where he gets that from." She says with a laugh and a wink.

As Myshka makes her way to the bar Cath smiles "Myshka you can call me Cath.  Catherine makes it sound as I am in trouble"  She winks at the lass as she pours her cider.  Setting it in front of her Cath then walks around and leans a hip against the bar.  She looks out over the crowd. Though most of it was Joek's people it was nice to have a crowd in here again.  The changes to the inside of the tavern were a little more subtle.  On either side of the fire place stood tall pillars and atop those were two large crystals. The crystals were lit with an inner magic to light the darkness.  On each of the tables were smaller crystals this eliminating the use of candles.  They had been created and gifted to her many years ago.  Cath was still amazed that they glowed to this day.  With their creator long go from this world she thought the magic would be as well.  A soft smile tilts her ruby red lips.

Looking to the left of the stage you could see a door that had not been there before.  Catherine had taken the opportuinty to build on to her tavern.  She added a new room for more business. Pushing off the bar she makes her way through the crowd.  Walking up the three steps in front of the stage she turns to the crowd and whistles loudly.  Waiting for the noise to die down for a moment she smiles "First I want to say Welcome to the Flame, everyone.  For those new to her inner walls it is a pleasure to meet you."  Putting her hands on her hips she walks over to the left side of the stage.  Once there she leans against the wall.  "I want to let you all know that all are welcome through my door.  But I will not have any cheating, thiving, or dihonesty with in these walls.  If you are caught doing so you will not get a second chance and it will not be the city guard you have to worry about." Catherine had been doing this long enough that she knew how to handle a crowd.  "Now I have made a few..uh..improvements.  In addition to the few things I updated in this room I added another room.  I have added a room for people who enjoy games of chance."  She hops off the stage and opens the door.  "In here you will find card tables and dice tables.  I open it now, for tonight and every night here after.  Anyone with the coin may play but I do not run low tables.  So please enjoy my party.  And the drinks are on the house so you can save your coin for the tables."  Making her way back through the crowd she walks behind the bar and starts doing what she does best, serving drinks.

Lynn raise a brow  "What was that about?  Cat said she did not want games of chance in her place.  Said it always brought in a rough crowd."  She crosses her arms under her breasts and watches her friend.




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When the invitation for the reopening of Catherine's lovely place had reached him, Abraham had just drifted into one of the larger towns of Manti, returned from a somewhat profitable and very satisfying round of exploration and grave-robbing into the ancient heartlands of his old home. The tombs and citadels of bygone ages did not give up their secrets willingly and a run in with some competition, leading to a drawn out running battle among the crumbling walkways, traps and defenders of a city long since dead had truly brought life to the entire affair. It had been a very fruitful escapade away from civil society and had even succeeded in making Abe want a taste of it again.

So, when Catherine's invitation reached him, it found him quite willing to grab his still unpacked rucksack, hop into a stage-coach and bounce his way along the caravan trails and eventually, cobbled roads of Shayz'renth. He knew it'd be worth it. Catherine's bar was a special kind of place, a place for him and his kind of people. Not mercenaries, though he definitely was a person who could be bought, not fighters, though he was most certainly one. No, it was a place for extraordinary people. Dangerous people. Magnificent people. A cauldron containing equal parts the insane greatness of this world and the deepest, darkest dredges of it. In a way, it was like the bar just off the main street, with the dirty windows and faded drawings on the wall, where the old generation came and never seemed to leave. It was a place to belong, to share things. Most of the people there were special, extraordinary, yet there is lonliness and emptiness in excellence. Catherine was one of the few who catered to this clientèle. There were a few other places, Manti had the Hydra, run by a gargoyle (or so Abe suspected) and a spa ran in the Elven land by a faun, but he'd always had a special affection for this one...Probably because along with all the finery, it also catered to his baser needs. He was a simple man after all.

By the time the carriage rolled into town, it was already evening, the opening would already be underway. He wouldn't have time to get finery fitted, heck he wouldn't even have time to change into even if he had it. His road-clothes would have to do. He jumped off his means of conveyance, slung his bag over his shoulder, the contents, metallic, clinking together as he swaggered to the bar. There was a crowd gathered already, making him have to push his way in just as Catherine was making her speech. Abraham had always figured that threat was meant for the more...Normal people here. Not that she wasn't dangerous, she wouldn't be running this establishment with specific clientèle if she wasn't capable of duking it out too. But usually, it was unnecessary. Most of them knew this was a special place, that getting into fights here or causing a ruckus would only serve to take that away. Besides, it gave the place a touch of danger, of thrill. It gave the normals a reason to love this place...To touch a kind of danger in a relatively safe surroundings. To be in a cage with lions, but knowing they wouldn't bite...Mostly...

Abraham laughed as he went to the bar, the news of playing tables added to this fine establishment was a great thing. The house would always have an advantage, that was how it worked, but there were worse places to lose your money to. He rapped a broad, hairy knuckle on the bar to catch the attention of the two lovely maidens, one slightly more lovely than the other. ”Catherine! Nice place you got here...Trying to make me want to settle down?” He smiled, his bearded face split in half, white teeth on browned, sun-burnt skin. "Drinks and girls are a fine start, but now gambling too? You had my interest, but now you have my attention.”Turning to Lynn, he gave her another smile, his eyes twinkling. ”And you Kitten, are looking fine as ever. How's business been?” He ordered a liquor, something heavy, fruity and sweet, he was a in a jolly mood, looking around. Abe had noticed the statues with professional interest as he passed them by, jabbing his thumb over his shoulders. Those had been things he'd have loved to drag home himself. They'd have made him a fortune. ”Where'd you get those two? Seems like very good craftsmanship...Outlandish too.”




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Joek just shook his head at Karma,  settling himself in a chair by the door, leaning back against the wall and resting his elbows upon his crossed knees, surveying the room. He seemed like he was waiting for someone as Karma had said, but he said not who. 

 

Robert kept his hands behind his back respectfully while he stood near Lynn, nodding to the newcomer and making a note of him. He seemed to know the owner and the mistress. 

"Well said." He said simply.

 

The door opened once more, a man stepping through, his hood raised over his head and a pair of swords strapped to his hips, his leather clothing notably meant to have armor attached to it. This was a man who'd just gotten off of a shift as a Guardsman, a rather noteworthy one by the look of the swords. 

 

With a slight slump on the stool, Signal brushed back his hood and grinned at Cath, giving a slight cough. "Sorry for being late lovely. The little one wouldn't stop arguing about wanting to come this evening. 9 years old already... Amazing really. Soon she'll be more than we can handle. Though she's starting to get smarter than us already, thanks to him." He jutted a finger toward Robert, showing a shining golden eye toward him. "She won't sleep much now, she'd rather read those books you gave her."

 

 




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Myshka fidgeted with her glass of cider while it sat on her lap.  The girl chewed on her lip in between sips, occasionally trying to convince herself to say something to someone.  A newcomer, an adventurer by the looks of it came to the bar.  He obviously knew Catherine and Lynn.  Myshka grabbed a chunk of bread and held it out to him, "Are you hungry?  I made these for Catherine's party.  No one has taken a piece yet, you look like you have been on the road--not that you look tired or anything!  I mean I am sure you are, but you look normal.  I mean, not normal like...well...oh.."  Her voice trailed off as she realized how awkward she sounded and set the piece of bread on the counter.  She desperately needed to interact with people more.  Of course, not that it mattered, big events like these made her socially anxious no matter what.  Another man joined the bar.  She recognized him as Catherine's husband.  "Hi!" She managed before taking another sip.

Karma recognized Signal when he came in and bristled slightly.  She didn't like that guy.  But confrontation was not in the cards that night.  Cards!  She hopped up off the table, "I'm going to go play.  I'll be at the winner's table!"  She flourished her hand and grabbed a beer on her way through the doors.   




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Catherine smiles as Abe sits at the bar.  "Well Abe, I am not sure if I am trying to make you settle down or just trying to make sure you return.  As for the girls that is all Lynn's doing."  She winks as she pours his drink and sits it in front of him.  "She knows what it takes to keep men coming back."  Cath says as she looks at her brother with a raised brow.

 

When the statues are mentioned her face lights up.  I had them done by a talented artist in Manti. Turned out so lif like, didn't they?"  She smiles, again.

 

When the door opes again her smile brightens.  There were times she wondered f the sight of him would not make her smile but then she hoped not as well.  There were only to people she loved more than her tavern and one of them had just walked through the door.  As he takes a seat at the bar and pushes back his hood she leans over torward him.  "Hello, my love."  Cath says softy.  "I am sorry she gave you such a hard time.  But tonight is not the night to intorduce her to what I do here.  She is still too young for that."  She straighten as she says that, fighting the urge to be unlady like and jump over the bar and slide into his lap.  "And I would enjoy the time she is reading now.  In a few years her intrests my change to other things."  She says with a grin and a laugh, wondering what he will do when their daughter turns into a teenage girl.




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Abe liked Catherine, hell, he liked her a lot. She could be a hard-ass sometimes, cutting him off or telling him to go sleep it off, though that made her a good barkeep. When she told you something, she was always right. Usually though, she listened. She had no patience for weaklings or whiners, but if you had a problem or just needed a listening ear, she could provide, if you could pay your tab. Sometimes, she even had advice. He chuckled at her words and shrugged. “You already had my custom, dear. There ain't a lot of places like this one.”

He turned to Lynn with a wink at the comment about her knowing what it took to get men to come back. “She knows what makes them come in the first place too. On that note, Lynn, you got any plans later? I'll probably in town for a while...” She'd probably be busy most of tonight, but it never hurt to ask. That was the thing about Lynn, it never hurt to ask, unless you asked her to. Abe figured he liked her a little more than he liked Catherine, but that was probably his second head swinging the vote. A visit to Shayz'Renth wasn't really complete if you didn't get to knock boots with Lynn...Which was another reason this tavern was a firm favorite to Abraham.

 

Manti? Made sense, they seemed to be inspired by arts of the third era. Magnificent stuff, the elven arts, they remained largely stable though. Made it hard to accurately guess their age and worth. Not that it mattered much. They were always beautiful. “Incredibly...” Abraham chuckled, an inner mirth as he remember the first time he'd crossed one of these statues. A perfectly preserved statue of an elven warrior had then lost its right arm before he knew what it was. “Might have something for you then.” He reached into his bag and rummaged around in it on the touch. Most of his big items, the main artifacts, were already sold before he even left the ruins behind. Half of the business he was in was knowing his customers, knowing who'd be interested in what, the price he could be expected to get for things. Smaller items, like the little bust of an ancient queen or deity. It was small, about the size of his palm, made of what looked like basalt. Valuable, but without a clearcut collector who'd like the things. Aside from his job, Abe was quite impulsive. He laid the cotton wrapped figure on the bar. “Consider it a 'Welcome back in business' gift.”

 

About to take another sip from his liquor as a kind of soft voice piped up next to him, Abe turned slightly to face this new acquaintance. She was nervous, but right now, Abraham was more interested in the piece of bread she was thrusting out to him. His stomach reminded him that it was empty, though grateful for the slightly warming booze that was already working its way down his system. He gave her another smile, taking it gently off the bar as she rattled on. “Thank you, miss...” Abe said, his voice slightly mirthful. “It has been quite a ways, and my stomach just reminded me that I haven't laid the right foundation for tonight.” Tearing into the bread with relish, making an appreciative humm as he wolfed it down, he watched the young lady. She seemed a little out of her depth, nervous. But she was definitely cute, in her own way. A busybody and clearly wanted to be liked. And she liked cards...Interesting.

 

“She always this nervous?” He asked to Catherine, downing the bread with the rest of his drink. “Fill me up again, I think I'll join her.” A few moments later, he had swiped another piece of bread from the basket, another filled glass in hand and his bags over his shoulders, clinking his way to the gaming tables. “Mind if I play along?” He asked, placing the glass down at an empty chair. “Name's Abraham by the way, Abe, if you don't feel like the full three syllables.”




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"Oooohhh no. I'm gonna need another drink if we are going to be talking 'bout that Catherine." He smiled as bright as his eyes, turning his head to the man sitting at the bar beside him. With the sudden gift ahead of him, he wondered if he'd had to go through the proper customs and paid the city taxes on that stuff... He inwardly sighed to himself, he couldn't stop working even when the sun was down. Leave the man alone... 

 

Downing the last of his drink, he spun on his chair, looking through the crowd, locking eyes on a few different familiar faces. 

 

"You seem a little... blemished," A cool voice spoke. 

 

Robert had finally returned to the conversation, standing beside Signal and Abe. Signal's hand went to his face, his fingers trailing some of the blackened veins that shown through. "Yeah well, I'm still prettier than you," his voice got low, dangerous even. 

 

"So. Abe. Have we had the chance to meet before?" he said while spiining o his stool again.