Cliche I know, but have to start somewhere.

Miles from civilization, a tavern is built upon a dead end. Very few passersby come upon this place, and even less still leave the next day. Some come after weary travels, others receive the epiphany during midday's work, while others still wake up here. This is Death's domain and only the strong may freely enter and leave. But it is here, tonight, Lady Q's party assembles.



OOC: Anyone who rolls a skill check 25+ may create story. I'll post examples in the rules thread soon. DC 20 is to know something in which I will respond. Every 5 points you can add a minor detail. DC 40 you can add a major detail and DC 60 you can add anything you want.

Lady Quar'ssysn  is sitting a table in the far left side of the place so that she will have a perfect view of who enters and who leaves.  It is here where she would find it the most safest place for her to have a few people meet and hope that they will be able to help her in finding what she is looking for.

Making sure the few people inside keep a distance from her and making sure that the tables around her are also empty.

Dress in a very elegant tight fitting robe of deep blue and one can spot a few objects orbiting around her head.

On the table there is a large pitch filled with something and many goblets placed in the center.  In front of her is a glass filled with some dark red liquid.

"What a quaint name," Irena muses to herself as she enters the inn. "Doesn't speak too highly of its clientele, but any place where we can meet is a good one."

The glittering red fabric of her dress is neatly offset by her orange-red hair, and her long nails are painted a similar color. She doesn't seem girt for war, but around wizards, who knows? All the same, she has chosen not to look like she's ready for a fight because that would be an insult to the Lady.

She waves cheerily to Lady Quar'ssysn as she approaches (good luck getting her to pronounce that name!), paying almost no heed to the empty tables around them.

"Good evening!" Irena chirps. "Am I the first to arrive?"
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A voice came from just behind Lady Quar'ssysn almost from the walls themselves "Perhaps, perhaps not."

Qudy al-Ma then materialized next to Lady Quar'ssysn and looking at Irena the Bright. He then commented offhandedly "What a dreadful place you've found Lady Quar'ssysn. The colors so drab and dreary. How does one live in a place like this. Perhaps that's why there are rumors few return from this place."

Qudy al-Ma's eyes sparkled and his multicolored thawb stood out with it's bright yellows, blues, greens and reds. Some might say it looked garish. A large smile was upon his face. "A pleasure to see you ladies. This Naga Crown you need found, what is it and what do you know about it?"

Irena blinks, but only for a moment. The smile never leaves her face as she favors Qudy al-Ma with a glance, though that does not last past his next few words.

"A Naga crown, you say..."

Irena purses her lips and presses a finger to them in thought.

"If you could give me some details, I believe I could scour the archives of the Acadamae for them. History is so terribly boring but those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it, as the saying goes."

Lady Quar'ssysn took a sip from the glass before her when she noticed a familiar face entering into the tavern.  As the lady known as Irena the Bright, makes her way over to the table her eyes slightly looks to the side indicating a figure behind her.

"Good evening to you as well.

It would of been nice to have you here first Lady Irena, but I have been with a guest for sometime now. she smiled as Qudy steps out of the wall/shadows.

Turning slightly to Qudy "This place has its charms as well.  One must know where to find them. she gave him a slight smile as she extends her hand for them to take a seat.

"I would gladly explain more about the item but we do have a few more guests to be arriving.  Shall we give them a few more moments to arrive whilst we chat about what life has given us. she said in a soft but sweet alluring voice.

Lady Quar'ssysn was pretty sure Qudy al-Ma had entered from the ethereal plane. He looked about this place and shook his head saying in dismay "I suppose I don't get the tastes involved in this place. I don't believe I'd ever stay in such a place as this. We can wait til others arrive so that you don't have to repeat yourself."

Ash, an athletically built male with slightly dull skin tone and dark black hair, entered the commons to join the others.  His clothes, a vest, pants, robe, slippers, and satchel, were clearly made for or by warrior monks in dark shades of black, grey, and dull metals.  They were utilitarian but showed no signs of travel wear and tear.  He was impeccably groomed as well.  Clearly he took time and energy to look this good, almost too good.

As he approached any patrons near him naturally shifted to move away.  Their conversations and mannerisms changing to show signs of discomfort.  However, Ash didn't seem intimidating in his own mannerisms.  No he seemed a bit solemn, as if he'd lost something, and a bit content with his current situation.

When he reached the others, he diverted to a clear table just before getting too close.  Yet, you could feel the aura of fear upon him even if it didn't affect you personally.  Clearly the gesture was a respectful one, which was made obvious when he spoke up upon sitting.

"Lady Quar'ssysn, your call reached quite far indeed."  His voice was soft and held attention.  There was no sweetness to it, instead it was lacking a bit of life and was hard to place regionally.  "Greetings to each of you, I'm known as Ash."  The name was a simple one, much like the man before you.  However, people of your renown and experience could quickly put together that the name with the appearance and being invited meant this man was a bit of a legend.

It's said that a monk named Ash laid waste to the monestary where he was raised and terrorized a nearby warlord who hid behind thick walls and several armies.  But, legends have a way of being taken out of context and blown out of proportion.  This might be the man, but he was much smaller than the stories and songs.

Lady Quar'ssysn's eyes looked up at the man who just joined them "I was hoping that it would reach your ears.  One never knows what to expect when dealing with areas that alter the flow magic. she replied and there was a soft concerning tone in her voice as she spoke to him.

Extending her hand to the goblets and pitchers for all to drink and quince their thirst if they had any.

"I'm expecting a few more to arrive.  Before we can start a conversation about why I asked you here.

At the prospect of others arriving, Ash leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.  Perhaps he was wary from the travel, or just bored.  However, neither was the truly the case.  No, he'd learned long ago that being around so many presented itself with challenges.  If it took time to rest when it presented itself then the risks greatly diminished.  Risks were something he knew all too well.  Unexpected turns were something he'd lived with most of his life.

With his eyes closed, and looking to be in quite a comfortable position, he offered a single question.  "I'm curious how many you expect to arrive.  If you don't mind me asking."  His breathing slowed then and, to any untrained eye, one would believe he was merely a corpse that had passed comfortably in his sleep in that very spot.

"I do hope they arrive in a timely fashion. Who all have you invited to this place?" says as he paces back and forth. "It's so rude to be late for an appointment. You're letter came as I was plotting to take the crown jewels. This sounded more fun so I came. Now that I'm here this place is really drab and depressing. I do hope we can move on from it to business soon."