Town on the River Lotha [OPEN]

[Hugomatio]

  The River Lotha winds it's way through the northern part of Jadenshine and is speckled with towns and villages which use the waterway as a means of travel and transport. Nestled into the crook where it flows into a larger river is the town of Salomath. A generally quiet little town who relies primarily on the farming of rice that's grown in the flooded paddies on the other side of the river Lotha, as well as the trade and commerce garnered from its position on two rivers. Its position allows it a fairly lucrative inn and tavern scene as most traders stop there before merging to the larger river. A benefit that Nirvelli Fontaine was all too happy to indulge in.

  The sound of clattering hooves sounding on the paving stones with a certain sound, like ice hiting the floor, as the rain poured down on the town. The icy hooves flowed into majestic horses made of sparkling ice as they raced along the road towards the bridge. Attached to the four frozen equines was a covered cart with two sets of wheels allowing the large wooden caravan to roll behind the beasts. Painted blue like the ocean and decorated with all manner of swirls and patterns. The driver of the cart had his tentacles blowing in the breeze as they made their way over the bridge and slowed down before turning down the streets a few times and ending up in front of a large segmented building.

  One segment was a bit shorter than the others and it's front had three sets of arches covered in curtains from which steam seeped through. Above this section was a crudely drawn sign of a basin of steaming water. Next to that was a quaint two-story stone building with a thatched roof. The sign above its door bore a drawing of a mug of ale and a bed and in letters scrolled beneath read "The Rice Farmer's Ale-House". Slowly the driver of the cart pulled it into a side alley before he stood up on top of the driver's bench. With a wave of his webbed hand, the crystal beasts turned to water and splashed upon the street before the liquid flowed along and floated up into a row of buckets either side of the caravan. The Cascadite then took a breath as he opened a hatch behind the seat and slipped into the cart. A moment later he stepped out of the door at the cart's back and locked it before walking to the door of the ale-house in the rain.

  Slowly the man opened the door and entered into the warmth of the tavern inside. As he entered he wove his hand and the water he had accumulated from the short walk floated off of him and wove itself into a bucket just to the right of the door. On his left, the bar stretched along the wall for about 15 feet before it connected to the left wall. Past that on the left side was a long table with benches that butted up against the far wall. Around the room were scattered tables and chairs and on the far wall a large fireplace was set about 2/3rds of the way from the left wall. The right wall was barren except for some torches and a small painting of the rice paddies. A small door was set into the right side wall as well and steam rolled out from under it.

  Nirvelli wandered over to the bar and sat on a stool as the barkeep made his way down to the end of the bar. "Pascelli, you just can't leave can you?," the Cascadite joked as his fingers tapped on the bar, "You know the drill a stout ale and this month's profits." With a nod, the man returned to the other end of the bar where he filled a glass from a cask and slid it down the bar before he bent over the to reach the safe under the counter. The blue humanoid caught the glass and stood before begining to wander the room his free hand making circles as the ale in the glass danced periodically through the air and into his waiting mouth.

[Gawfy]

The Town wasn't far now, or it shouldn't be according to what that passerby told Gawfy, But then again one can only go so far on the kindness of strangers. His feet and armor making a mushing sound as they made contact with the wet ground as he made his way to the lit up houses and fevered merriment.

The Door to the tavern opened as Gawfy walked inside and wandered up to the bar and ordered a drink and sat down, his sword nearly touching the ground. he then waited for his drink to come to him as rain found its way off of him

[Klezmer Gryphon]

The tavern was bustling as Leporello entered the building, the rabbit's harp slung over his back as he made his way to the counter, his clothes and fur soaked from the rain. It had been a cold, windy walk from the next town over, and while he generally  preferred inns to taverns, his weary feet needed a rest. Taking a seat at the bar, the bard returned the rather strange glare he received from the bartender with a glower of challenge, which was more than enough to whip the man back into a professional, courteous manner.

With a bit of a whimsical grin, Leporello took a deep breath and recited his order to the bartender,

"Why, dear fellow, you look quite pale,
As if you've never given a rabbit a glass of ale;
Why the cross face? It's your job, you ass!
Now, make haste, dear fellow: one whiskey in glass!"

As the man left to fetch his drink, the rabbit's eyes wandered around the room, locking onto a rather curios display of water magic by a fishy looking fellow. He had seen their kind before in the area, so the sight wasn't all that surprising, but it was still enthralling, nonetheless.

"Quite a neat little party trick you've got there. It's not every day I see a water mage controlling their beer," he said to the scaled being as he unslung his harp and started wiping off the rainwater with a towel on the counter.

[Hugomatio]

  A smirk crossed Nirvelli's  lips as he turned to look at the rabbit that sat at the bar. "It has a fair few more uses than just party tricks," he responded as he swirled his hand causing the ale to spin up from his cup in a twisting spiral before fanned out like it had hit a ceiling and showered down. As it fell, it froze into aleflakes that fluttered down onto the floor of the bar. With a snap of his fingers, the piles of frozen ale became liquid and disappeared between the cracks of the wood flooring.

  "I see you have a harp there, young lagomorph, perhaps you're partial to a few party tricks yourself. Would you be so kind as to entrance us with a tune?" the merchant queried as he began to wander the assembled, "Do you happen to know 'The Last Bottle Of Adelan Wine?'" With that we waved his hands and a rush of water flew from the bucket by the door and created a shimmering ice chair for him. "Pascelli open the tap!" With a nod, the bartender opened the tap on the ale cask and it poured out in a shimmering ribbon that wove it's way into Nirvelli's waiting cup before he nodded and the tap was shut off.

[Gawfy]

Gawfy watched as the fellow cast his drink into the air, froze it and unfroze it once again to let it seep into the floor. He tapped his fingers on the bar counter as he waited for his drink. He turned to the man now conversing with what looked like a rabbit sitting on a chair next to him. Waste of good drink dont you think? As he said this the bartender came back with his drink. He then took a small drink before awaiting the man's answer

[Klezmer Gryphon]

Leporello merely rolled his eyes at the display of ale magic, unimpressed with the rather wasteful spectacle; as skilled as this lad was, he had seen much more intricate displays in centuries past performed by much more competent mages. Plucking the strings of his instrument, the rabbit couldn't help but chuckle at the assumption of his age.

"You assume much and miss much more, water dweller, for I am not a spring chicken, as you presume," the bard replied as he carefully tuned his harp, each string precisely wound to their native pitches. "But, as it happens, I don't know that tune. Perhaps I can enthrall you with another?"

[Hugomatio]

  Nirvelli liquefied the icy chair and used the font to propel himself up onto his feet. "Oh not at all, I assumed you were no March Hare, but I guess flattery is not something often found in your warren," Nirvelli said as he paced around the tavern. The water from the chair now swirled around him in alternating patterns until it twisted into the shape of a flute and floated over to Pascelli who took the icy instrument and began to play.

  "Well then since you do not know 'The Last Bottle Of Adelan Wine' I shall teach it to you," Nirvelli smirked as he took the water that hadn't gone into the flute and made a small stool to stand on. "Twas there upon the battlefield so many years ago. That soldiers fought side by side to vanquish their evil foe. The war was long, and hard, and tough, and the only thing that made it fine was a cask or two or three or more of Adelan wine. The wine was shared by everyone and drank as if it were water, and no one thought the well'd run dry and so they didn't bother.

  "But as the war went raging on, the supply began to dwindle, and before long there wouldn't be enough to fill a thimble. And so the men did take a bottle and filled it well and fine, and everyone began to suckle on the Last Bottle of Adelan Wine. But sadly it faded fast and moral slowly diminished and so the men grew angrier and wished the fight was finished. And so they took that bottle and went into the enemy line and fought and won and smashed and broke their heads, with the Last Bottle of Adelan Wine...," Nirvelli sang as he took a bow. And then jumped off of the stool and pulled the water back to make a chair so that he faced the rabbit. "Well then, I guess I should allow you to sing whatever tune doth make your furry ears flutter."

[Gawfy]

Gawfy gripped his drink and finished at as the fish man sang a song about a bottle of sort. He put his cup up towards the Bartender to get another round of drinks, but he was too busy taking in the song to notice. Gritting his teeth Gawfy just rested his head on the bar with his cup extended waiting for another drink. If i wanted to hear a damn song id throw some coin to the local beggars  He muttered to himself

[MonochroMayhem]

Torien sat on the stool in the far corner, listening to the new song that had found its way into his repertoire of tales. He himself was pretty bemused by music, and thus he found it important to visit the tavern to see which bars was in on a particular day.

Alas, his drinking habits were starting to get a bit out of control. He wasn't used to drinks from the tall-folk and instead opted to get his own mixtures himself, swills that were far more potent for his kind and a lot less dizzying. Unfortunately, due to the iron allergy that irritated his ability to appear as he did, he was forced carry a carabiner full of fae wine.

As he sipped he took careful note of the people who were wasted in the bar, and exactly how heavy their coin purses and knapsacks were. Though it wasn't a good thing to steal random baubles from the people of this town- they were rather nice after all- he knew that he was obligated to create new furnishings for the fae that were unfortunate enough to be left to die in the middle of the woods.

He stood up and carefully made his way to the in-ground toilet located around a few corners of the tavern. The washbasin within held a slightly brownish-gray ink of water within, and it was easy for Torien to glance down and see himself staring back.

The man twitched his ears and went to work with his scheme. "Only take enough that they don't know what went missing..." he told himself. "Nothing more."

He took off one of his boots and shoved it into the door, which left it ajar.

As he placed his hands on the iron washbasin, his body shrunk, and his clothes were left in a heap. From out of one of his boots he sprang with his lazily worn tunic and leggings.

His wings skittered as he took off and entered the dining hall, searching for the first target.

His eyes locked on the rabbit sitting next to a gentleman. The gentleman was perfect; occupied, drinking, and seemingly not capable of detecting the fae.

He sidled his way across the room and flew down towards the pair.

"Now, where is that coin purse?" he asked under his breath.   


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