The Good Ol' Blue Boar Inn (Open)

[Erech]

The moon had risen and the night had fallen. Ellsinora was ready for a night of dreams, except the few men and woman still dotted around the Blue Boar Tavern. Van sat upon a stool behind the bar. He was slouched over and chatting to a young man. He leaned back and tilted on the stool, grasping a bottle of spirits he rocked forwards again. Placing the bottle on the table, he reached down with his other hand, just beneath the bar. Retrieving a small glass, he then cheerfully poured the green liquid into the small glass. The young man slid the coins along the bar which Van quickly swiped up. His renowned chuckled bellowed through the near empty tavern as the man's eyes burnt as he swallowed the alcoholic spirit. He stood from his stool, towering over all the people in his Inn. He walked over to a small reinforced box. He tapped in a code and the box opened up, revealing many coin.

These young lads, Can't handle their drink eh?"

His voice echoed through the Tavern and a few of the less drunken souls chuckled along with him. He then spotted a fellow, falling to sleep upon one of the tables. He trotted out from behind his bar and oer to the man. Picking him up by his arm and placing him on his shoulder. Van took the man outside. Placing him down, he patted him hard on the back, shunting him forward into a staggered walk.

"You get 'ome safe now."

Van was a happy fellow but he didn't like sleeping drunks in his tavern. He waltz back behind his bar and sat upon his stood once again. He reach down and grasped a large mug. Filling it with ale, He held it as he crossed his arms on the bar. It was getting late, the Outlaws would be here soon. He lifted the mug to his lips and swallowed the fresh ale down his throat. Oh how he loved his alcohol. The drunks soon began to waddle out his Inn one by one. The outlaws would soon arrive and the drunken men knew better than to stick around and cause any trouble with them around. Just as the last soul left the tavern. Van heard the footsteps approaching the Inn.

[Jotari]

The outlaw queen walked through the dark streets with fearless steps. Tonight she walked alone, though there were others lurking about that called themselves Grellon. Dressed in dark clothing, a loose shirt, pants, wide leather belt with ever present gleaming dagger, and a hood covering her face, she certainly looked like the menacing outlaw she was thought to be. True, she could be very violent and dangerous when angered but for the most part this outlaw had a surprisingly good heart and a sarcastic wit.

But tonight, she was indeed the King of Thieves. The female figure was making a beeline for her favorite spot in Kiyer, the Blue Boar. This particular inn and tavern just happened to be a blooming place of business for the Grellon and anyone interested in the Black Market. Those who knew that the place with riled with the scum of society were either villains themselves or to scared to try anything there. The innkeeper was quite the formidable fellow after all.

Walking through the door the outlaw queen paused to look around. That devilish grin was across her face and her eyes glinted blue. Pushing back the hood, she revealed her pretty face framed by raven colored hair. Reaching into the pouch at her side she flicked a gold coin on the counter, "Hello Van, the usual if you please." The outlaw queen headed directly to her favorite table in the back corner and was disgusted to find a drunk man already there and still conscious. "Get out of the way, cur" The drunk looked at the pretty femme in front of him and took it to his head that he would take her home tonight.

The drunk lunged forward and was easily dodged. Black Star laughed as he fell forward and then dodged again as he attempted to grab her. " You have such nice patrons Van." The outlaw was having a blast avoiding the drunk. She snarled though when the drunk managed to grab a handful of the black hair. " I am giving you two seconds to let go. One....two! There was a sickening crunch as Black Star angrily whipped around and snapped the arm off her head and behind his back at a vicious and crazed angle. The arm was clearly broken near the shoulder. Right on cue a couple Grellon men entered the tavern and saw what was going on. They simply grabbed the drunk and chucked him outside the door. Then turning, the four men went to the counter to get drinks and make sure Black Star didn't hurt any other stupid soul. They had to guard the world against Black Star as much as they guarded Black Star from the world.

[AmberEyedWolf]

{Orion}

:: The hunter, the son of fire ::

It had been a while since the redhead had been in Kiyer. He stood at the edge of the city, looking for a good spot to climb up. Noticing a small shack, the walked over to it and jumped, hands catching the lip of the roof. Swiftly, he climbed up and stood, his black cloak swirling in the cool evening breeze. His flaming hair was hidden by the dark hood covering his face. Looking down into the street, he spotted the female figure he was looking for. As she walked on the ground, he followed, leaping from one building to the next. Running like that gave him a freedom he hadn't felt in a long time. He would have to talk to Black Star about another raid on Ohanzee soon.

Seeing his leader walk into the Blue Boar Inn, he paused. He knew he was going to go inside at some point, but whether he wanted to go inside now or run around a bit before, he did not know. Seeing a few fellow Grellon heading into the Inn, he decided to stay outside for a bit. Turning, he headed off deeper into the city, getting a feel for the way it was laid out. Hey, who knows, he might need the information one day. After running around half the city, he decided to head back to the inn.

Landing softly on top of the building, he walked around the edges of the roof. Finding a perfect spot next to a window, he attacked. Laying down on the roof, he leaned over, peeking into the window. He smiled, seeing that he was at the window next to where Black Star sat. Reaching a hand down, he banged on the window, moving his face close to the glass. His face twisted into a silly grin, he watched as a few of the men jerked back, surprised. Laughing, he flipped over, landing with both feet on the ground. He waved through the window before coming in through the door.

Smiling at the innkeeper, he sauntered over to where the Grellon were sitting. "Well, hello there. Lovely night we're having, isn't it?" Unable to contain himself, he laughed. No, Orion didn't need to drink. The man was high on life, drunk on laughter. (Besides, drunk Orion? Uh-oh.)

{Orion}

:: The hunter, the son of fire ::

[Erech]

You could count the drunks left in the tavern on one hand, they were too drunk to even remember that the Outlaws came in about this time. Right on cue, Black Star walked in, and flipping a coin towards Van, he snatched it out the air as he spun his body and head to the next keg over. He filled up a large mug and slid it across the bar. He punched the code into the reinforced box, otherwise known as the safe. He flippd the coin into the safe and flciked the door shut. He watched on as Black Star took a seat where a drunken man had been smoothered, he was far too drunk to know what he was doing and attempting to grab Black Star was a bad idea. Though Van thought, it would teach him a lesson not to get drunk and stay behind late at the Blue Boar. He chuckled as Black Star evaded twice but then the man grasps a clump of her hair. Manipulating her body, she quickly reversed the situation. Snapping the mans arm. Van simply chuckled. The other Grellon members soon followed in a did Van's job for him, throwing out the injuried and drunken man. Van called over to Black Star.

"Black Star, Caught by a drunk. Your losing your touch."

Van chuckled loudly as he joked with Black Star. He then took the other Grellon orders, taking multiple coin at once, he reopened the money chest and poured in the coins. He filled up all the mugs with the requested ales and handed them out. Follwoing the men over to the corner which all the Grellon's had taken a liking too. He sat with them, enjoying the small, quiet banter which happened to be rather loud when Van was involved. His chuckled would echo throughout the bar.

"So, what be happening outside my tavern then?

Van asked, not particularly asking anyone specifically, more of a general question he aimed at the group sitting around the table.

[Jotari]

The outlaw queen victoriously took her seat and leaned back to place her elegant legs on the table. Putting her hands behind her head she looked like quite the rogue. Her men joined her or sat scattered around the tavern, near at hand. Black Star opened one eyes lazily, " Losing my touch? Perhaps, but he won't be touching anyone for a very long time. Ah, Orion. Do me a favor and avoid the alcohol. I think even I would fear what you would do in such a state." She chuckled and moved to take her drink as Van came with the goods.

Tipping her pretty head back she took a deep draught of the green liquid. Placing the mug back on the wooden table she leaned back again and sigh in contentment. Her arm, which had been injured just days before, was feeling much better and no longer hurt every time she used it. "Well, Magrej seems to be rather quiet since I visited him. The Spring Festival had it's moments to be certain. Personally, my business has been going very smoothly. I met a charming fellow named Erech a couple days ago. Otherwise, it has been surprisingly quiet the last couple days. Albeit, with my luck that means something is probably going to happen. Hopefully not in the Blue Boar though, I would hate to lose this place. Again she raised the mug to her lips and drank. For once in a blue moon, the outlaw queen was relaxed. Black Star didn't sense a great threat within this tavern, which was a rare feeling for her. She trusted that any annoyances could be dealt with by Van. The dagger was completely sheathed and she was enjoying a quiet drink with friends, what could possibly go wrong?

[Desperanza]

The night was tending to round out rather quiet. She felt as if her veins were on fire, her finger tips itching. She had not killed in a day and a half, nearly a record for her, according to some. She grinned at the thought of word that passed of the Muratian assassins though the nice thing was, she was a shadow. She certainly did not have a Murate tattoo printed on her back, or anywhere for that matter. Her unblemished skin itself seemed to keep her secret. She had disappeared from the Murate castle and she now made her own way and though she mostly lingered within the town of Ohanzee, sometimes she would travel from her home, and here she now stood.

Standing at the mouth of Kiyer, she watched as the last of the business’s were closed up, the shop keepers disappearing into their shops and the lanterns killed of light as the lights of the cottages and homes lit softly instead. The town was growing quiet and yet, not far down the road there stood the Blue Boar Inn. She had been there before and for the most part she refrained from causing much trouble there. She performed quite a bit of Black Market work there however, finding that it was a handy destination to gather a few items from the market as needed and rather enjoying exploring the daring market of strange and dangerous weapons from poisons unknown to blades never seen. At the moment, she knew that she already had yet another order of business waiting for her there as well of which she would collect there tonight.

Tonight, she was dressed once again in typical leather pants that held to her feminine frame rather nicely, her topside dressed in a white cotton shirt tonight rather to produce a cleaner effect to the town of Kiyer. Around Ohanzee, she would stick with her cotton tops that she hand died black to finish her assassin’s outfit but she produced a better outfit tonight as to not off set any suspicions. At her back clung her assassin’s blades still, the emerald studded blades never leaving her back and along her inner thighs was stuck the pair of daggers but her usual dagger at her hip was missing, hidden for the time being. She had a pin tucked into her hair, hidden from view and other then the blades at her back and the daggers tucked into her boots, she had kept her weapons on the down low for the night. However, the fact that she was not in her home town was evident and she would not be left unprepared. She did conceal her back blades with a black cloak currently however and her entire outfit showed her feminine form enticingly once again however and her vibrant auburn hair fell down her back in waves, a nice contrast against the black cloak that hung at her back and billowed out behind herself as she walked. Her tall leather boots hid the daggers well and her slender frame moved lithely as she approached the door of the inn.

Pausing, the assassin glanced around the town for a moment as she inspected the people that filtered through the doors of the inn. She waited long enough to view the Grellon members dispose of the drunken man out of the door though she remained silent, tucked in among the shadows of a building a few feet away as she watched the scene and soon after, the appearance of Orion as he danced about the rooftops before entering the Inn by foot at the front door. She gazed after the male outlaw curiously for a brief moment, he was skilled in roof top travel, that much was evident. She had indeed taken a curiosity to the Grellon after some time when she had strayed from the Murate castle but she had yet to come into contact with the group and no doubt they knew nothing of her in return.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward, feeling nothing at the moment. Not nerves, not much of anything and so her emerald eyes shifted, taking on a steel grey shade as she gazed towards the door of the Inn, her hips setting off her quite obviously feminine frame quite a bit as well as the off the shoulder white cotton shirt that hugged her slender frame. The drunken man stumbled outside of the Inn, hardly managing to gather his feet from the ground as he groaned and turned a glance towards the female with a grin but soon found himself right back onto his back with a brief and piercing glance from the assassin that simply set his mind elsewhere and she pushed aside the wooden door of the Inn, casting aside the hood from her face, the auburn tresses flashing out around her dazzling face as she swallowed a grin and paused, gathering a brief count of Grellon members, those that she could without a doubt identify as Grellon members for certain anyways. After a brief sweep of the Inn she offered a curt nod towards the group of members including the Inn Keeper whom all sat in the corner before she approached the bar, her eyes traveling, her gaze sweeping towards a door that led to the back but as she approached the bar, her slender left hand drifted forward, the tips of her fingers brushing the top of the polished wood kept clean by the keeper himself, no doubt. Her hand whisked the surface and she smiled, slightly and came to turn and face the rest of the bar, pausing. The patron of whom she had come to meet had not yet arrived. She approached the center of the Inn, sliding into a chair at a table towards the center as she tucked the cloak at the back of the chair, her assassin’s blades still hidden yet as she settled at the table, listening around herself, always on the alert.

As she sat there, however, relaxed and content she listened to the soft din of music from the corner up and to her right, the small band not far from her enticing her with the music that flowed towards her. She lived life without worries and tonight as all nights, she lived care free and without worries. The kills that she made were nothing to regret, in her eyes. They were made for a reason and she simply repented her sins in silence. Tonight, she would be without cares once again and perhaps even, enjoy herself at some point but for now, she sat with her back to the door mostly and yet not completely, rather having a good view of the Inn from where she sat as she waited, her dealer not yet having arrived.

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[AmberEyedWolf]

{Orion}

:: The hunter, the son of fire ::

"Aw, Star, I'm sure it wouldn't be that bad!" Orion joked, but did not take any alcohol. He didn't really care much for the stuff anyway. It was, quite frankly, gross. Smelled funny, too. So, instead, he opted for one of the few non-alcoholic drinks offered, tossing a few coins to the bartender.

Taking a seat cross-legged on the top of the table in the corner and leaned back against the wall, sipping his drink. He listened as Black Star spoke about things that had been going on. When she mentioned meeting "a charming fellow named Erech", he tensed slightly, his blue eyes darkening just a touch. (Yes, a small flame of jealousy just sparked within.) Holding his mug in one hand, he let his left drop down to toy with the hilt of his beloved sword, Aithne. It was a habbit he'd developed not long after he'd gotten the sword, and he'd never been able to stop it.

With his hand on the hilt of Aithne, Orion felt calmer, more relaxed. Knowing the sword was there made him feel safe and secure, and could either soothe his fiery temper or feed the flames, depending on the circumstances. Now, it helped supress the tiny flame of jealousy inside.

Ice blue eyes looked up and toward the door as it opened. He watched as the female walked in, stood for a moment, and sat down. He offered her a smile before turning his attention back to the group around him. He half-listened to the conversations they were having, but though he was, quite literally, in the midst of the group, he felt a million miles away. An outsider, someone who didn't belong. For the first time in a long time, he felt alone. They way he did after his mother died.

A rare thing was happening, and the people around probably didn't even notice. Orion's smile faded. He fought back the sadness threatening to overwhelm him, and tried to focus on the conversation around him. But he couldn't. He couldn't escape the memories of watching Magrej's soldiers burn their small camp, hearing his mother's screams of agony as the blaze consumed her. The feelings inside him grew. The anger, the sadness, the hate, all threatened to spill over.

Unable to stand it any longer, Orion stood suddenly and hopped off the table. Without another glance at anyone, he walked out, leaving his glass on a random table as he left. Once outside, he made his escape. Onto the roof he climbed, pausing to breathe in the cool night air before taking off,running across the city, leaping from one building to the next. Here, upon his rooftop sanctuary, running free, he left it out. Tears fell from the outlaw's crystal blue eyes as he ran. Tears of anger, of hate, of sorrow, of regret.

On the outside, Orion came off a a happy-go-lucky rogue with no cares in the world. On the inside, though, was a sad, scared little boy, who wanted his mother back, as well as revenge for her murder. A snarl twisted his features as he changed direction, running toward the mountains, toward Murate. With Aithne in his hand and his fiery temper pushing him, Orion would get what he wanted, even if it was the last thing he ever did.

{Orion}

:: The hunter, the son of fire ::

[Erech]

The constant chatting of rumor and truths spread between the group of outlaws and Van. He chuckled a little as she mentioned Magrej playfully, she then continued on and mentioned a young fellow, Erech. Van knew the man, he was often in the Blue Boar and drank a very specific drink that to Van's knowledge only Erech and one other drank. He listened as she continued on, mentioning about danger being brought to the Blue Boar. Van wouldn't have such a thing, the Blue Boar was his pride, his honour, his glory. He had sacrificed a life of a Royal Guard to set up this place. Also, one of the main Black Market rendevous spots, who would have enough courage to sabotage this place.

"Ah, Erech. A nice fellow, one of my regulars. Black Star, this place will be here for Generations to come, no one will take the Blue Boar from us."

Van nodded to Black Star as his head quickly turned, noticing a feminine figure waltz to the bar, he slid his stool back and rised to his feet. Towering over the Grellons and only a few inches from the roof. He strolled over to the bar, he hadn't looked at her until he reached the bar, looking up into her emerald eyes.

"A drink Mi'Lady?"

Van offered waiting behind the bar for her answer, she seemed rather relaxed and a nice fresh drink would further soothe her mind. However, Van's eyes quickly lashed to the vision of Orion leaving. He took off from the Inn, and Van turned to the Grellon corner.

"Is he alright?"

[Desperanza]

[Aurora’s eyes shifted as Van climbed to his feet. The tall man’s head ranged not far from the ceiling itself and one of her curved brows arched in slight surprise. It never seemed to run past her just how large the Inn Keeper was until she returned, always reminding her of how much time passed between her visits to the world of Ellsinora where things were quite far off from Ohanzee. It was rather like opposite ends of the world and while technically there was no true place for anyone really to hang out in Ohanzee there was a building that could more or less be called a bar but the drinks they offered were often strange blends of who the hell knew for the matter of that rather proper ales and drinks were not delivered often and when they were, the prices were sky high for men in coin and the typical acts of the body for women, it rather wasn’t worth it and it was one place that Aurora skirted away from for the moonshine drinks were rather not to her taste and the men that lingered there even more so. The women that happened to visit the place just seemed to have a death wish, or a desire for the truly undesirables. No matter, there was always the Blue Boar Inn when she did get an inkling for a place such as this so every once in a blue moon, she would emerge here. Her black market trades pulling her in every now and again and tonight, as the back of her mind itched in waiting for her clientele, she rather looked forward to a night of care free drifting as well.

With her back straight, she leaned back against the back of the wooden chair that she had seated in, rising to her feet briefly to swivel and view the sight of the Grellon member that fled the bar. Watching the fellow had brought forward typical thoughts, the burn of jealousy fragrant within his eyes for a few mere moments as the chatter carried on and she gazed after the soul for a few moments, wickedly twisted emotions radiating off of him like sunlight as he fled the scene and her eyes swiveled to the outlaw queen and her members, curious as to what would happen at this point as she half expected the scene to explode like a group of crows splattering out into the sky, startled by a traveler on the road. Perhaps the Inn would soon be empty. Perhaps not. Never the less she eventually turned her gaze away once more and came to gaze upon the sight of the Keeper once again with a curt nod, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips as her emerald eyes fluttered upwards to meet his own gaze as a few tiny peels of royal purple lit within her eyes and she offered a slight nod in reply, placing an order for a light and airy drink, she grinned and turned to press her back against the counter briefly instead, her hands flitting to her side to retrieve a few coins and lower them to the counter as she turned back and slid into a seat at the bar, lowering an arm against the wooden counter as she cast a glance back towards the door once more with an incline of her head, ”Strange, he didn’t seem to consume any alcohol.” she stated thoughtfully after Orion for it did tend to be those that consumed that had trouble.

She began to grow impatient, her gaze scanning the front windows for sign of the fellow that she waited for and as she did, her slender fingers tapped the bar. Resting her head in one hand, she breathed slowly, feeling the weight of the blades at her back and briefly, her eyes scanned the room once again. The lull of the music was reaching her once again and she smiled, casting a glance after the Keeper as she awaited her mixed drink, her smile widening slightly, a steel and mischievous glint lighting within her eye as she tilted her chin to one hand and spoke again, ”On second thought I could take a tall drink of you, if it’s available.” she teased gently to the bar keeper. She was curious when the last time the fellow had had a female friend happened to be and yet a little intuition would kill him, either. After all, she had a feeling that by the end of the night It would be best if the Inn Keeper rather liked her at least a little, for she had the itch on her shoulder that she would be leaving at least one body lying on the floor, something he might not appreciate quite so much. Casting a glance over her shoulder towards the window, she squinted briefly, her eyes flashing from a playful pink to a steel grey for a moment before she sighed, her eyes settling back to a dazzling emerald once again as she glanced across the bar once again instead.

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[Jotari]

Black Star

Black Star took sudden interest when the strange woman entered. Her attention was diverted by Orion's sudden movements and she decided to see where he was headed. The look on his face had not gone unnoticed by the observant outlaw leader and she was a bit concerned. Removing her shapely legs from the table top she stood and after tipping back her pretty head to finish the drink, the dagger was sheathed and hood flipped to cover the black hair and face. Black Star never trusted unfamiliar people. " Boys, keep a close eye on the pretty one. The pretty ones are always the most dangerous." Black Star muttered the command and her outlaws nodded and did as they were told. One was a daring fellow, not to bad looking at six feet three, tanned skin, well developed muscles, and a mess of brown hair, who went directly up to Aurora, "Hey there, never seen you around here. New in town?" His tone was friendly but the man was also doing his job. That is, he was checking out this new comer. The Grellon didn't like anyone stealing their business.

Black Star walked out the door and looked for Orion down the street. Rolling her eyes as her thick-headiness, of course he would be on the rooftops. Calling back to Van, "Be but a few minutes, get me a drink would ya'?" The woman deftly leaped onto some crates and silent as a cat, gracefully got onto the rooftops. Seeing Orion's fleeing figure she silently darted after him. Cursing silently to herself she realized she wasn't going to catch him head on like this, he was faster and had a head start. Instead, she took a side trail that would hopefully get in front of him. Black Star judged it correctly as she was able to cut him off by suddenly being in front of him, " Whoa, easy there handsome, where the heck are you going? What's going on Orion?" Her tone was fringed with concern and she pushed back her hood to reveal deep blue eyes.

[Desperanza]

The assassin’s head was turned slightly, casting a glance to the dark beauty at her back from where she sat in the corner, her legs crossed before herself on the table and a drink in her hand. The group that surrounded her represented that she was a popular figure around town but she didn’t hang around enough to know a thing of her. The foreign and wicked beauty seemed to attract the eyes of many as she herself did as well but her head turned away once more as she gazed across the bar once again, her fingers lowering to curl around the curved glass before she lifted her hand to sip at the fruity, mixed drink, her eyes scanning the tavern for a brief moment before swiveling to the dark haired man, tall and well built as he approached her but her gaze whisked away once more. He was indeed a looker and he was headed her way but for now, she kept her back to him, taking another sip of her drink as she adjusted the hood of her cape at her back that hid her assassin blade’s from view. Taking a breath, she turned her head instead to gaze towards the band, her hearing distinguishing the sound of the door opening and closing as Black Star left and yet, not the person that she was seeking. Sighing, she rolled her eyes and turned to press her back to the bar as she tipped her head back and downed the rest of her drink before setting the glass down onto the bar with a clink before she turned her head to gaze upon the Grellon member as he approached.

A grin touched her features, amusement lighting her eyes. He was scoping her out all right but no doubt out of suspicion. Perhaps somewhere inside there was a tinge of attraction but it wasn’t what drove him to her. None the less, a night’s fling with this man certainly wouldn’t be a downfall to the end of her night and she arched a curved brow at him as he came to lean beside her and spoke. She smiled, a coy and sweet smile as her eyes flashed a blazing pink, the soft hues of the borealis, pastel and vibrant flashing through her eyes as she gave a brief and flirtatious glance to the man before gazing around the tavern thoughtfully instead, her pink eyes evident still the typical flirtatious color that they took on when she worked her feminine magic but now, she was playing it cool, her elbows propped against the bar as she gazed around the empty tables, as well as those that were occupied, pondering her answer for a moment before she replied, ”You could say that.” she offered, extending a reply and yet she didn’t think it would be so wise to drop that she was from Murate. The scene that would unfold including her killing a few that attempted to arrest her would not be such a great look. Casting a glance back at the Keeper, she motioned for a refill to her glass but it was no rush as she swung her hips slightly to the beat of the music with a smile, ”I suppose you’re from around here, hmm?” she questioned, sending a glance to the tall figure from the corner of her eye briefly before glancing around herself thoughtfully once more.

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[AmberEyedWolf]

{Orion}

:: The hunter, the son of fire ::

Orion skidded to a halt as the figure leapt out in front of him. Without thinking, he drew his sword. Aithne was halfway out of his sheath before he realized who was standing in front of him. Slamming the sword back into its sheath, he started pacing, tears still stinging his eyes. Raking his hands through his fiery hair, he sighed heavily. His ice blue eyes blazed with a cold fury.

"I'm going to Ohanzee. I'm going to slaughter them, every one of Margej's filthy dogs. And then, Magrej himself. I WILL make them pay for what they did!" He paced, shaking, twitching, doing anything to keep moving. His hands shook violently as he stopped in front of Black Star.

"They killed her! They murdered her!" Angry, Orion stepped closer. His voice lowered to a deadly whisper. "I was thirteen years old. I watched those curs of Murate rape my mother, the only woman I ever loved, before tossing her into our small shelter. They set fire to it. They laughed as her screams filled the air. They laughed while I sat in a tree and cried. Her cries still haunt me to this day."

Orion backed away. Tears filled his blue eyes once more before he turned away, snarling. They needed to pay. They would pay. He would make sure of it.

"I'm going to kill them. I'm going to kill every single one of them. I will make them pay for what they did." Locking his blue eyes onto Black Star's own, he finished. "Even if it's the last thing I do."

{Orion}

:: The hunter, the son of fire ::

[Erech]

The young woman slid the coin across the bar, Van's large hands quickly collected the coin and dropped it into his safe. He seemed to have run out, the keg was only able to provide drops. Van heard her comment as he was about to set off out back. "Sorry ma'am, I'm married to this place." Van gave a chuckle and wandered into the back. He could heard hustles coming from the bar but he knew the Grellons would handle anything if it happened to kick off. Van then heard the sound of Black Star's voice but didn't reply, he could tell from her voice that she had already scampered off. He returned back to the bar with the womans drink, to see a tall man, yet rather short in comparison to Van. Talking to the young woman, he was Grellon and obviously was assigned a mission of checking out who she was. If you had come into the Blue Boar at this time of night and was not completely hammered with alcohol, you was either a Grellon or a Black Market trader. Van stayed behind the bar, pouring more of the green liquor into a Mug for Black Star's return, he kept a close eye on that young woman. She was different. However, after a few moments, a refill was requested. Van poured yet more liquor from the bottle to her glass and awaited his payment. The Blue Boar had a steady income and could afford most things, but Van was tight. He loved to save his money.

[Jotari]

Black Star

She listened. The woman remained silent as he let loose his anger and rage. It seemed to her that this was what he needed, merely someone to remain silent and let him blow steam. Her eyes, deep blue, met his and held his gaze as he completed his fury. For a few moments she said nothing, instead she walked over a few steps and bent to where early roses crawled up the side of the building on which they stood. Plucking one thoughtfully, eyes searched the star studded sky. Sighing the scent of the rose reached her sense, reminding her of her own heartache.

Black Star knew exactly what Orion felt. She choose her words carefully, " But tell me Orion, you are going off to kill them all, would you not rather they suffer? You lost your mother, I lost my fiancee, Allaire lost her parents, Suko lost everything, trust me, they will pay. Magrej and Rashok especially, Rashok betrayed me in the coldest way possible. Magrej is who I was meant to destroy. But I need you here Orion. I need you alive. I fear the time is coming when Ellsinora will fall. Who knows, maybe you will do a part and save the world. But reckless rage will not help you, focus your fury into energy and start plotting the enemy's destruction. I don't mean foolish dreams, real destruction as in an actual plan." Black Star could have fueled him, sent him off to do who knows what. But instead, she chose to merely tell him her perspective.

Roses, she remembered plucking the flowers the morning of her wedding day. That day had ended in absolute terror and tragedy. As the outlaw queen enjoyed the flower's scent in her hand, there was still a wistful bittersweet reminder of why she fought long and hard. Black Star's work was to destroy Magrej, but Rashok was most certainly going to die. Rashok had, in her mind, started this downward spiral. He would pay dearly.

[AmberEyedWolf]

{Orion}

:: The hunter, the son of fire ::

Drained, Orion flopped down into a sitting position. He buried his face in his hands, fighting the tears stinging his eyes. He listened in silence as Black Star spoke. When she fell silent, he rose, finally getting a handle on his emotions. He walked over to the edge of the building and looked out towards the Ellsinora castle.

"If Ellsinora falls, then they deserve it. For too long the royal family has turned a blind eye to Magrej's destruction. It is time they realized the error of their ways. An ally who does nothing is as dangerous as an enemy." His words came out cold and empty. Orion, the usually hyper, happy-go-lucky rogue, was now cold and distant, numb to any and all emotion.

His ice blue eyes were dark and empty as they stared out over the land. Defeated, the fiery outlaw sighed. "Very well. I shall wait and plan." He stood there for a moment longer, watching the faint lights from the guards patrolling the castle. When he turned again to Black Star, the emptiness in his eyes began to recede.

He walked silently to his leader, a spark of determination lighting in his eyes. He would wait, but he couldn't wait forever. "I will wait, Star, but I cannot just sit idle. I must do something productive, or I'll snap and do something like this again. And I can't guarantee you'll be able to stop me so easily." There was an undertone to his words, not a threat, but more of a promise. The way he spoke, it was almost guaranteed to happen if he was left idle for any period of time. He only hoped Star would heed his words.

{Orion}

:: The hunter, the son of fire ::