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    Posted: 15 Jun 2009 at 11:47pm
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Think of The Broken Drum as the doyenne of sleazy taverns in the most scurrilous and unhygienic river delta city in the Multiverse...
The river Ankh does not so much flow as ooze slowly through Ankh-Morpork (at times solidifying when the weather's nice and adding its own unbelievably pungent stench to the thriving cosmopolitan pot-pourri that is the most notoriously unruly yet impossibly thriving and dynamic urban splat on the Circle Sea...
Ankh-Morpork, Blowsy Queen of Cities on the Discworld ~ where immigrant Dwarves discover that gold comes in many shades and promptly make their artisanly ways to the Street of Cunning Artificers... the ladies of the Horepits aim high and hope to one day get a cushy indoor job with The Guild of Seamstresses... Trolls find fulfilling work as bouncers where they can quite legitimately bounce drunken dwarves about as much as they like... aspirant Wizards come to Unseen University and learn that there are better things than magic - like long lazy faculty lunches and a decent drop beer which can be found in nearby low dives... like the Broken Drum

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You can be tough, funny, crazy drunk, trendy, ticked off, ironic, maudlin or downright psychopathic in here as long as you're imaginative and up for anything including the obligatory brawl...
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NPC Granny Weatherwax
It was a long way from the Ramtop Mountains (not so far from the Hub) to Ankh-Morpork Esme Weatherwax reflected. Not to be undertaken lightly for normally she hated travelling, but this was kind of an academic excursion and the invitation from Ridcully Mustrum (an old flame of sorts and a Lancre lad to boot), Archancellor of Unseen University and the top wizard on the Disc, had come with a post-coach ticket which meant that Esme didn't need to ride her wretched broomstick at all, not even down to the plains.

She had been here a week now and today she'd decided to stroll around the docks a little and visit this rather scruffy hostelry, the Broken Drum, where, the Wizards said, you could get a pretty decent pint of stout if you didn't mind mingling with some 'disreputable' sorts. Ridcully had echoed her contempuous snort at this unthinking remark. Esme was well able to deal with disreputable sorts and had done so frequently. Disreputable sorts could most definitely not say the same of their dealings with Granny Weatherwax however. So she had no qualms for her well-being aside from a little disdain for the greasy door handle as she made her way into the Drum's dim and dingy common room.
 
Her swift gaze swept around the bar once and then back to a far shadowy corner where a tall thin figure was slowly sipping at a grubby pewter mug, unobtrusive and practically invisible until eyes that could see glimpsed a red glint in the pale skull-like face. Granny walked calmly enough up to the bar, but a low hiss escaped her lips as the strange, emaciated looking female warrior's gaze tracked her across the room. What in the world was an Elf, her deadliest of enemies, doing here in this city - places they generally avoided like the plague...?
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This was a strange world Namó had sent her to, but she trusted the Vala and he would know if her daughter was here or not. She had only been in this chaotic city a few hours, and although it was like no other she had ever seen, she knew someone like Baugbereth would gravitate inevitably to the darker side of the community and so it had not taken her long to discover this filthy tavern near the docks in the worst of districts known as The Shades. As she took in her new surroundings, Aeglos become aware that she was being stared at - and not in a nice way either. She was used to strange looks even from her own kind, but some of the mortals had appeared too frightened even to talk to her and had instead run off looking terrified, despite her being as polite as she knew how. 
Surprisingly the people appeared to have no such problems with Trolls, who roamed the streets here quite freely, even in daylight some of them, wearing some kind of oily covering on their stoney hides. Well this was another world and maybe the Trolls here were different, and so evidently were Elves she thought, as yet another woman clutched her children to her and ran off in the opposite direction. The directions she had asked of one military-looking Troll, who seemed to be some kind of City Guard, had at least directed her to the Broken Drum, though his parting words had unsettled her... "Dat's no place fer a lady, but I daresay one of your sort wouldn't worry 'bout dat. Nice sword you have dere too - just don't let me see you lookin' to use it in the decent parts of Town Or There Will Be Trouble And No Mistake!" She had thanked him nonetheless as he had appeared to have an air of authority - the dwarves and other townsfolk looked on him with some respect as they hurried past, giving them both a wide berth...
 
The tavern was as expected - clearly frequented by the less honest citizens, if not downright bad through and through. Yes, this was the sort of place someone like Baugbereth would make a beeline for, but somehow she didn't like to ask about her daughter straight off, instead taking her mug of ale into one of the darker corners to take her time summing up the establishment and it's seedy customers. There were mostly men in here, but a few dwarves too and a couple of Trolls who were watching her closely. She ignored them after checking their weapons, knowing they had no chance of harming her or even getting close before she could disarm them.
 
Her scrutiny of the other 'customers' was cut short when another female walked in (Granny Weatherwax). An old mortal, the newcomer emanated confidence and power and as Aeglos watched her walk over the bar, she knew the this was a woman to be reckoned with, not least because she had looked her in the eye and kept looking, not frightened at all and addressed the barman peremptorily
"Blessings on this tavern - I'll have an apple brandy and I take it you're not expecting me to pay either..."
The elf smiled slightly to herself as the man reacted to this old skinny woman all dressed in black in much the same way as he had to her, though she had not refused to pay of course.
 
Again the woman looked her right in the eye and Aeglos came to a decision. She spoke quietly enough but her raspy voice seemed to surprise the old lady - or maybe it was her invitation?
"Would you care to join me my Lady?"
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NPC ~ Dylan
 
"This sure doesn't look like Diagon Alley or even Knockturn Alley," Dylan muttered to himself while he stood in the middle of the street looking bewildered in all directions. "Man I should never have left The Burrow!"
 
"You lost kid?" came a deep voice from behind him.
 
"Ah...yes." he managed to stammer out when he was suprprised to see the voice belonged to a large troll dressed as some sort of City Guard.
 
"I thought so since no one your age should be here. Where were you going?"
 
"I was trying to reach The Leaky Cauldron."
 
The Troll let out a snort of disbelief. "Kids and their imaginations! Look there is no such place by that name here. Perhaps you are looking for the Broken Drum. I'll take you there and let them deal with you. I have no time now to be a babysitter!"
 
Now Dylan didn't mind being called a kid every once in a while but the thought of having to be babysat by anyone was more than his teenage pride would allow. However, something deep within was warning him that it may not be in his best interest if he argue the issue with the Troll so he kept quiet.
 
As it turned out having the large guard with him was a good thing considering the rough looking nature of the denizens he saw along the way to the Broken Drum and how they were briefly eyeing him as an easy target.
 
"Alright kid here you are," the Troll said once they had reached the establishment's weather worn door. Then much to Dylan's surprise he felt himself picked up by the collar of his t-shirt and tossed in through the now open door as if he were a rag doll which then slammed shut behind him as he fell in a heap onto the dirty floor.
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NPC Luciana

Luciana blinked and glanced around her.  Nose wrinkling with disgust at the acrid fumes that steamed in this strange place.  Where was she?  All she could remember, the last time, was putting on a ring she had found - a family heirloom, and all of a sudden dropping into a faint on the floor.
 
Now it seemed she had swooned literally into another world.  A world full of mess and aromas that had never assailed her nostrils before.  Ahead she could see a man in armour.  Good, a knight!  Strange looking Knight, though.  In fact she wasn't sure if it was even human the closer she got to him - still, she was a Lady of the Lone Islands.
 
"Good and faithful Knight.  Please, I am in dire need of some chivalrous assistance.  I need help!"
 
The Knight blinked and its jaw dropped as she curtsied pleasantly and offered him a shy smile.
 
"Of course," he said.  "Corporal Nobby Nobbs is the name! H'and just H'where can H'I H'escort you?"
 
"To port, I need a ship to escort me home to the Lone Islands."
 
"Where?" Corporal Nobby Nobbs asked.  "There H'aint H'no H'such H'place as that nearabouts!"
 
"Then good and faithful Sir Nobbs, do I go for bed and board for little means?"
 
Corporal Nobby Nobbs eyes sparkled mischeivously and was about to suggest that his bed was a board and would do just nicely when Sergeant Colon turned up.
 
"The Broken Drum.  They'll take you h'in!"
 
"FRED!"
 
"Come on, Nobby, that young lady was far beyond you!"
 
Luciana followed the directions given to her by the other Knight. 
 
Rank, dilapidated, damp, festering and a wreck - no wonder Sir Nobby Nobbs friend mentioned this place.  Still there was nothing else but to go in!
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NPC Granny Weatherwax

"Would you care to join me my Lady?"
It was not the first time Granny had met Elves, but this one was positively strange and not behaving too well neither. She didn't look too pretty for a start being pale in a waxy, corpse-like way, almost like a zombie - only not quite. The Witch's hard beady eyes narrowed suspiciously as the nasty creature spoke to her politely, but her voice sounded like she'd been smoking old rope non-stop for years. Was the dark enchantress sick, or just daft in the head? Not using her glamours to blur her true appearance and look wildly beautiful, with a voice like honey to match the evil charm that bent lesser people's mind into thinking they were looking at some impossibly rare and beautiful being - who had to be adored and obeyed without question whilst she played with them like a cat with a mouse...
"Happen I will then Elf-woman..." The Witch nodded curtly, still glaring magnificently at the Elf as she made her way over to the grimy table "... I'm up to your tricks though, so no funny business. I've whupped your Queen hollow enough times now, so don't think you'll fare any better!"

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"I have no Queen, my lady..." Aeglos spoke impassively as always but was becoming a little irritated with people treating her as though she was about to hurt them in some way. "I mean no harm to anyone on this world, least of all to old women like yourself or any other mortal for that matter." She stopped then for the terrible old woman was actually trying to get into her mind. Laughing now, Aeglos let the ancient Witch through and let her look around a bit, noting that she began to look bewildered and then postively surprised.
"You're no Elf! Who are you and what do you want here?"
Again the glare was back in place, but this time the woman's tone was more conciliatory at least, though obviously used to having her questions answered and quickly at that. "I am not like any Elf you have known before , that is all." Aeglos' answered calmly, used to people not liking her much. "And on my own world most people would agree with you. But I am an Elf nonetheless. My name is Aeglos - that means Snowthorn. And whom do I have the pleasure of drinking with?" 
 
Not an Elf at all?! Well... not the sort Esme had ever met as she obviously realised. On her own world... that would explain why the wretched female wasn't even attempting to ensorcel anyone at all, like any other decent Elf on the Disc would've. No deception intended at all. She was a killer all right, but one that did so rationally and only where it was warranted. Honourably even. Granny hastily revised her opinions and looked at the not-an-Elf warrior with a kinder appraisal now she knew she wasn't of the same stock as the wickedly cruel Elves who constantly tried to dominate the true world on her part of the Disc, where the Old Ones were held back by stone and iron. This was a different kind of creature altogether and Granny was intrigued now.
"Mud in yer eye then Aeglos!" she raised her glass and took a lady-like sip of the apple-brandy and surreptitiously altered the horrible musty taste into something that resembled  her own excellent home brew. "Name's Weatherwax. But you can call me Granny for now. And you din't answer my question. What's a stranger Elf like  you doing in a boozer like..."
 
Granny stopped abruptly and leaned over to look over at the door which had crashed open and a rather scruffy looking boy was tossed unceremoniously inside as the door just as loudly crashed shut again...
"Well there's a thing!"
 
OOC Luciana (as you aren't quite in yet I'll notice you next time! Wink)
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NPC Wilel Bailu
 
Wilel Bailu's hunk of junk landed smack bang in the middle of some squalid city planet.  Her Wookie glanced at her and shrugged her shoulders groaning sarcastically.  Tiki, wrapped in apron, gave Wilel her drink of space berry juice. 
 
"Thanks, Tiki!  Where in Yoda's lightsaber are we?"
 
Tiki nuzzled against her mistress purring.  Wilel laughed and stroked her friends head.  The light tan coloured Ewok placed a furry paw on her flame haired mistress leg.  Swallowgrrr, not to be outdone by a fluff ball, wrapped a fuzzy arm around Wilel's shoulders.
 
"That's enough!" she giggled.  "Besides your both tickling me.  Come on, lets find out where the Centurion took us this time, eh?"
 
Cautiously stepping out of the beat up worthless scrap metal yielding her tazer gun - followed by the seven foot tall black fur covered Wookie, Swallowgrrr who was holding a mace and her own gun.  Tiki was wiping her paws on her apron.  Dispensing of it and throwing it on the floor she picked up her club patting the flour off it as it was currently being used as a rolling pin.
 
Facing the odd looking trio was a bridge, something that resembled a river and an Inn with a half-swinging sign naming the Inn as The Broken Drum.
 
"Can't be worse than Jabba The Hutt's palace," Wilel said.  "Come on, lets go!"
 
Carefully treading across the bridge they stooped - instead of Tiki who just walked in standing all of two feet tall. 
 
"Arooggrrrooo!" Swallowgrrr said.
 
"You said it, me old mucker!"
 
"Prrrclickprrr - gek gek!" Tiki contributed.
 
"It is a dump I know but what other option do we have?"
 
Using the front of her poncho to protect her senses from the noxious fumes rising from the muddy swirl outside that she could only assume was a river.
 
"Sep sup sup gek gek!"
 
"Yes, this is better than some, Tiki ... well ... lets get a drink."
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NPC ~ Dylan
 
Fortunately for Dylan his glasses did not break upon his unexpected meeting with the floor although they did end up getting knocked askew on his face.
 
"That was too close for comfort! I would be blind as a bat if anything happened to my glasses!" he muttered to himself as he quickly straighten them while he sat up crosslegged on the dirty floor. Then he heard a grandmotherly voice say from somewhere nearby "Well there's a thing!"
 
Now the dim interior lighting hid the source from Dylan's eyes until they adjusted and when he saw the voice belonged to someone (Granny) sitting at a table she vaguely reminded him of the stern Professor McGonagall. Oddly this made him feel not so alone even though he had never met this particular older woman before. As for the elf-like female (Aeglos) sitting with her, he was quick to sense that she was new here too like he was. How he knew this, he didn't have a clue and it left him feeling even more uneasy about the situation he found himself in. 
 
Suddenly the rogue joke side of his magic kicked in and much to Dylan's dismay he watched as a large white daisy began to grow and bloom from the pointed tip of the older woman's hat.
 
"I'm so dead..." Dylan muttered again his eyes now as wide as a deer's caught in the headlights while he scrambled to his feet. However, he didn't reach for his wand in his back jean pocket while he backed towards the Broken Drum's door since he knew there was a very good chance his use of it will only make matters worse for him...
 
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Luciana had more doubts creeping into her mind about the worthiness of this establishment.  A dwarf and flown over her head and landed with a plop in the muddy, gungy river.
 
"This a strange establishment to be sure," she said.  Glancing down at her fine dress she realised that she could have found somewhere to sell the dress and buy a cheap smock to find somewhere more reputable.  "Oh well.  Must make the best of a bad situation."
 
Hitching up the skirt of her dress to keep it out of the mud and - other dirty things, she walked into the door. 
 
"Aslan," she breathed.  "Please, dear Aslan ... help me!"
 
NPC Wilel Bailu
 
The flame haired Piratess watched as a finely dressed lady walked in.  Shrugging her shoulders ... if it was good enough for this elegant looking lady then it would be jolly well good enough for her!
 
"Prrrgek sup sup!" Tiki murmured.
 
"It was a lovely dress, Tiki ... and NO you are not getting me into a dress!"
 
"Grrprr gek!" Tiki stamped her foot.
 
"I don't care if it is neater!"
 
Swallowgrrr laughed - or rather growled pleasantly.  They kept holding their guns - apart from Tiki who just had a desire to clean this place up - following the fine looking lady in the weird hat.
 
Once they stepped inside Wilel visibly relaxed - Yes, this place was definitely home!
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The large vampire bat had been dozing the day away in a scrubby willow that somehow survived growing close to the sluggish muddy River Ankh a dozen or so yards from the Broken Drum. She had arrived in the city as dawn was breaking and, recognising the disreputable tavern as being popular with the Trolls who were just coming off shift she had glided into the tree and settled down, mostly hidden by the dusty whip-like fronds not paying attention to the comings and goings until about an hour before the sun was sinking.
The first thing to capture her attention had been the arrival of Aeglos. The bat had hissed at seeing her mother here so soon. She had known Mandos would send someone after her, but her mother! Baugbereth had hurriedly woven a shielding spell, thickening the shadows around her so she could hide from her bearer's sharp senses and the luck had been with her, for Aeglos was still a little befuddled at this strange city and had passed into the Broken Drum unaware of her daughter's sharp little eyes boring into her.
Her mother had been followed in quick succession by the witch (Granny) whose aura of power had trailed behind her like a comet and again Baugbereth had shrunk back, quieting her mind for the old woman's awareness was hard as icy diamonds and far too alert. Then the strange boy (Dylan) who was raw with magic, but inexperienced and she watched him coolly wondering at so many strange people going into this place. Maybe she should look for another place... Baugbereth sent her mind soaring out over the grimly sleazy area where the proliferation of thieves and killers had called out to her in the early morning, searching for some other haven and found another place nearby. If the bat could have smiled she would have, but her mind sank back into the furry winged body in satisfaction. More odd 'people' were arriving now, a mortal noblewoman (Luciana) and an even odder group of three females - a human (Wilel) a tall bear-like being (Swallowgrr) and another but tiny in comparison being barely knee-high to an elf (Tiki).
Annoyed now, the bat that was Baugbereth unfolded her wings as the twilight grew darker and she glided down to the lower branches, then over the turgid grey-brown river briefly before she turned and languidly flapped her way off further into the Shades where she sensed others of her own kind, though in human form...

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The silent flight of the bat caught Glorfindel's calm slate-blue eyes, but he also was rather too full of new experiences as he made his way towards the Broken Drum and so he thought no more of it, for he was looking for a female elf. Well, two to be exact, but one was well-known to him. The city of wizards, humans, dwarves and trolls apparently all getting along reasonably peacefully was a little strange to him but it was the noises that assailed him most, as well as the stench of this dirty wide river. He knew Aeglos was here too for he had asked a few people if they had seen her and been directed to this grimy building. The very worst sort of tavern. He shook his head but walked coolly towards the Broken Drum, ducking his almost seven foot frame under the door lintel.
The elf's keen glance soon spied Aeglos, a friend of sorts from Mandos, though he had not known her well in his second life and strode through the tavern past a scruffy man-child (Dylan), a bold looking red-haired woman  (Wilel etc) with two rather strange, furry though obviously sentient creatures. He smiled briefly and kindly at a rather confused looking but evidently gentle woman (Luciana) and was about to ask her if aught was wrong, when he was taken unawares by a sharp touch of another mind on his and turned to look into the adamantine gaze of an old woman in black.  She was wearing a rather large and incongruous daisy on the tip of her pointy hat and was making her way over towards the oddly dressed boy looking rather fiercesome...
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Ardwyr barged into the tavern. For a moment he stood erect, his frustrated tunic and dejected trousers still rustling from recent activity. They were more frustrated and more dejected than usual. Indeed, orange, rancid stains covered his tunic and an aromatic ale still glistened on the ends of his trousers.
After a moment, Ardwyr faltered forward. Placing a hand on his stubbled chin, he uncertainly wobbled about. His cheeks puffed up like a squirrel's suddenly as would a dam when an avalanche of water burst forward. Ardwyr resisted. Gingerly and with great discomfort, he gave a deep swallow. Once his mouth was empty, he grimaced and coughed out his disgust.
Again stumbling forward, Ardwyr balanced himself by poking both arms out horizontally to the floor and leaning back and forth as if he were on a ship. The room seemed to spin chaotically, and so in a panic, Ardwyr shouted out, "I'm drunk! Everyone--everyone! I'm very, very, very drunk!"
Hearing the strangeness of his statement, Ardwyr lit up with laughter. He bound forward with violent skips, shoving past a befuddled lady (Luciana).
"Oh!" Ardwyr howled as he wheeled toward the lady. Seeing her there, standing like a pampered cat among stray dogs, Ardwyr laughed derisively. He began to flourish a hand about and bow down apologetically.
"My mossst humble. . .humble. . .humble. . .now that isss one ffffunny word!" He looked up and to the right, as if he were digging deep into the caverns of thought. He remained still, awkwardly and silently. Then he suddenly wheeled back around and continued skipping forward, humming a tune to himself.
Upon reaching the bar, he leapt onto a chair. Like a troublesome child, he climbed up on top of it. Rocking back and forth, he put a hand to a brow, as if he espied something over yonder.
"Land ho!" Ardwyr bellowed, "Land, Cap'n, we've ffffinnnn'lly fff. . .funded it!"
With that he bound onto the bar and started kicking and flailing about his limbs recklessly.
"Come on, laaaddiieeesss! We have fffounnnd land! Dance with me!"
Ardwyr stretched out his arms and began kicking methodically in a can-can-ish manner.
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Another of these strange Elves... This one more noble than Aeglos though and a belting great height to boot! The thought flashed through her mind, then out in an instant and she carried on with all speed to this cheeky young wizard who'd dared to plant a daisy of all things in her hat! Her HAT!!! Granny was fuming for all witches set great store by their hats and she in particular was very conscious of looking the part and shunned any colour but black - even charcoal was decadent in her book and this undergrown little snit had put a silly white flower in there! Her face was a picture of fury as she marched up to Dylan in the state known universally as high dudgeon.
 
"Why you saucy little hellion! Look at it - I oughter tan your hide black and blue and out the other side I should!" She glared at Dylan magnificently - basilisks gave Granny a wide berth as a rule "... and  shouldn't you be in class or summat - and what have you done to your staff?!!" The witch huffed a bit as she began to circle him like some particularly nasty mountain cat and spotted the little twig in the boy's back pocket "I never saw such a pathetic staff in all my life - and ain't you a bit young to be at the University anyway? Well? Speak up child and get rid of this stupid flower while you're at it - it ain't decent!"
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NPC ~ Dylan
 
Dylan's backward momentum towards the door was halted when several patrons in assorted sizes and species (Lucianna, Wilel Bailu, Tiki, Swallowgrrr, Glorfindel, and Ardwyr) entered the Broken Drum. However, he didn't have much time to do more than glance at them as they passed by since the now furious older woman (Granny) had now marched up to him.
 
"I'm...I'm sorry...about the flower!" he finally managed to nervously stammer out after she had paused in the venting of her displeasure with him. Then he deftly plucked it out of the top of her hat. Fortunately it came out cleanly and left no sign that it had been there at all. "My magic...can be...quirky...at times...well...yes quirky is a good word to describe it...It just pops up whenever...where ever...To young for University?...Are you refering to Hogwarts?...Professor Dumbledore said I could go as soon as an excellerated course of study was developed for me since I'm a late bloomer...(At this Dylan paused and winced at the unintentional pun he had just made since he was still holding onto the daisy.)...My pathetic staff?...Oh you mean my wand!...Well actually it's a fine wand...it's me who is pathetic when it comes to magic!"
 
Suddenly the rogue joke magic kicked in again and the man (Ardwyr) who was dancing the can-can on the bar now did so in a frilly hot pink dress and black fishnet stockings!
 
Dylan groaned out in dismay "I should have stayed back at the Burrow and not gone looking for something in Diagon Alley that have would help me clear out all of the garden gnomes my magic had filled it up with!"
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Ardwyr continued his dance joyfully. After a while he noticed that the weight of his clothes had substantially increased. He looked down and saw that he was wearing a hot pink dress and black fishnet stockings.
Ardwyr laughed hysterically and continued to dance with a teeth-filled smile plastered on his face.
"I'm drunk! I'm drunk! I'm drunk!" He giggled quietly to himself while dancing. Naturally, he found his hands lowering to the corners of the dress and picking them up, so as to give his legs more freedom to kick-- and to show off his alluring stockings!
"I'm so drunk," He thought, "that I got meself in a dress without even rememberin' so! I'm so drunk that I'm seeing things! Trolls an' wizards an' elves!"
 
Suddenly, he stopped dancing. His brows arched toward the top of his head as his inebriated thoughts brewed like a thick pot of stew. Ardwyr looked up and stared solemnly at the ceiling, as if he could see straight through it to the clouds and straight through the clouds to the heavens!
"I must be dead!" He shouted, "I always knew that the afterlife was just like bein' drunk! Habberdash it all! I shoo-neva-av called that lassy fat--fat as a hog though she was! I knew she'd poke me for it!"
He picked up the corners of his pink dress, revealing layers of white frills and black stockings on his legs. He began to dance once again, laughing loudly.
"C'mon everybody! Dance! Dance! Dance for the Dead!"
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Luciana still glanced at her hand thankful that everyone was ignoring her.  Taking a deep breath she was about to walk up to the bar to request a room.  Just as she worked out the route avoiding the mad cross dressing drunk (Ardwyr!) and skirting the angry looking old woman approaching a near to stuttering absolutely nervous and obviously scared little boy (Granny Weatherwax and Dylan) two fey looking beings one looking like an Elf from the old times of Narnia when it was under that winter enchantment though she was but a babe when Aslan returned and spring returned.
 
There was another fey looking man - beautiful, handsome and strong looking, (Glorfindel).  Sighing she sidled out from behind the table.  At the other end of the room sat a fiery haired woman wearing mens clothes (Wilel) and two furry beings one a walking carpet and the other a teddy bear under some sort of enchantment (Swallowgrrr and Tiki). 
 
Why did she have to put that blasted ring on? 
 
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A red blur seemed to streak in to the pub, though none of the patrons (except perhaps Granny) noticed it. For a moment, the air in the pub stood still. Then, with a violent hacking sound, it spat out a saffron-robed man onto the floor.

Gorm slid to a stop against the far wall, moaning softly. A band of Nac Mac Feegle danced raucously inside his head. Where in the name of Oi Dong am I now? He thought and cringed when the words flashed like hot iron against his scalp. He shut down his mind and dozed off. Answers could be found later on when he woke.

A loud snoring sound soon filled the pub. Gorm dreamt of hippopotamuses (hippoptamii?) and sakura blossoms floating in the wind.
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A child wizard?! Aeglos shook her pale head slightly as Granny pounced on Dylan, wondering a little at the strange mortals on this world. Her attention though was torn away as she saw a face from her recent past, Glorfindel of Imladris, her last battle commander in Middle Earth... Why would he be here as well? He had evidently spotted her too but had paused a few tables away and was addressing a genteel, well-dressed mortal woman with fair hair (Luciana).
The witch was still intent on the mortal child, so Aeglos decided to approach her erstwhile lord, needing to know if he was here to aid her in her search for Baugbereth or to make sure she herself did not slip into her old killing ways as a merciless orc-bane...
 
NPC Glorfindel
The dour old mortal had withdrawn and begun to berate a human child (Dylan) which was equally puzzling, but again his attention was drawn back to the noblewoman (Luciana) as a rather coarse and inebriated mortal, perhaps a sailor by his talk (Ardwyr) was jostling past her and proceeding to make rather a spectacle of himself as he began a rather energetic and unwieldy dance on the bar. How very strange - as the man whirled and kicked erratically his filthy attire was changed in an instant into garb more like to a female's (and one moreover of far too easy virtue) in quite a leg-revealing bright pink dress complete with some rather disturbing black stockings on even more disturbingly trim calves and ankles.
Glorfindel was about to start laughing at this most entertaining sight when he recalled his earlier concern for Luciana who was looking even more surprised, if less amused that he was. Smiling gently at her, he walked over and spoke clearly for the noise levels in the tavern were rising sharply.
"Are you well my lady?" He could see she was not really scared as such, just out of place here in this rough drinking den, so his eyes were kind as she looked up at him. "I am a stranger here myself, but things appear to be getting out of hand in here so perhaps..." in the corner of his eye he could see Aeglos making her way over and his smile broadened "... you might care to join my friend and I - since I doubt none of these ruffians would dare to accost us. I am named Glorfindel and my friend here is Aeg....."
 
Just as she reached Glorfindel and the finely dressed mortal woman (Luciana) there was a strange shift in the air and something blurred red past her commander and hurtled towards the far wall resolving itself into a not so young, dark-haired man (Gorm) who barely missed smashing his head and then promptly fell rather loudly asleep...
 
"... is Aeglos." Glorfindel's dark gold eyebrow rose high as his gaze matched Aeglos' in following the arrival of another strange mortal (Gorm). He turned back to Luciana and smiled "Your pardon for my abstraction milady - I am not happy that you should appear to be here alone without some means of protection?" He patted his longsword familiarly.
 
"Indeed my Lord..." Aeglos spoke in her usual soft rasp, "there are many strange people in here and some I do not trust in the slightest." Her gaze fell disparagingly on the strangely-dressed drunken Ardwyr, before coming to rest on the golden-haired Luciana and adjusting her rather fiercesome expression to one of wary courtesy "I agree that this is no place for a lady to be unescorted."
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Luciana was more bemused by the elegant looking Elf and the strange ugly companion whom she had mistaken to be evil.  The old adage was true, appearances are deceptive!  The way he patted the longsword made her look at it - not that she was scared of weapons.
 
"I can fight!" she exclaimed.  "There is more a rat than a man that I have to fend off my land everyday as my useless ambitious brother is trying to marry one of the Queens of my country."  Staring at Aeglos she peered closer in her eyes.  "And I ... Well, if Lady Aeglos feel it is best that I have a guardian then I shall accept thee, Glorfindel.  My name is Lady Luciana of the Lone Islands Narnia.  Where art thee from, noble sir and ma'am?"
 
And he really was noble.  Luciana felt her heart skip a beat at his handsome high cheekbones.  So much like her own lost love!  Suddenly she burst into tears.
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The dark brown-haired man on the far side of the bar who had been quietly minding his own business all afternoon, had been looking at the various commotions going on in the Drum as the sun sank outside. At first he took no notice of the exceptionally tall, thin female warrior (Aeglos) who seemed to be quite aloof and not interested in starting anything off, but when the Witch of Lancre (Granny) appeared he was a little concerned as the awful woman had obviously taken a dislike to the pale elf-like creature but then seemed to have changed her mind until the young boy (Dylan) had fallen into a heap on the filthy reed-strewn floor.
 
Tarquinius (Quin) was about go and assist the boy back outside (the Drum was no place for children even one who could make daisies grow out of nothing in hats) when Granny took charge and anyway, his wild dark eyes were drawn to the arrival of two rather more attractive females (Luciana & Wilel). The redhead had two sentient animals with her (Tiki and Swallowgrr) and Quin's eyes narrowed as his strong-jawed mouth opened a little to take in their scent. Also female - intriguing... The two hairballs were like no other creature Quin had ever seen and, being a native of Uberwald this was saying quite a lot.
 
Well this night was looking to turn interesting pretty quickly Quin decided, as he got up, intending to go and investigate the perky-looking redhead and her furry girlfriends when he was again distracted by the disparate antics of two - no three, men (Ardwyr, Glorfindel and Gorm). Sighing as he saw the golden longshanks monopolising the lissome blonde Luciana and deciding a sleeping Gorm wasn't going to cause too much trouble for a bit, Quin attended to a more prosaic matter and approached the raucous pink-bedecked wonder that was Ardwyr and flashed a wolfish grin up at him
"I think you ought to stop scuffing up the bar now Sir..." he deftly dodged a wild high-kick and his grin took on a rather exasperated look, "... you might fall over and put a ladder in your lovely tights!"
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Ardwyr scowled below him at a dark-haired man (Tarquinius) approaching the bar.
"What, Man?" Ardwyr howled vexedly at the stranger's suggestion, "Hav-ya no r'spect fer the dead? What harm could a spectre do to his lovely tights (and lovely they are!) that the almighty Valar couldn't fix?"
Ardwyr leapt off the bar. His dress puffed up like a mushroom as he went plummeting to the floor. He locked his legs stiffly, as if he were some terrified cat, and upon meeting the ground, he rocked forward and then back and fell straight onto his face. His dress scattered about his legs like the remains of a tomato splattered against a wall.
"I meant to do that!" Ardwyr cried, rolling onto his back and looking up at the dark-haired stranger.
"What're-yuh lookin' at, you boring boot you!" Ardwyr hissed. He lifted himself a bit off the floor and leaned back onto his elbows, leering at the stranger.
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...My pathetic staff?...Oh you mean my wand!...Well actually it's a fine wand...it's me who is pathetic when it comes to magic!"
As poor Dylan stuttered out his response, mentioning schools and names that Granny'd never heard she began to calm down a little, though her frown never faltered until the hapless child let go another inept flare of transmutation and turned the drunk dancer's clothes (Ardwyr) into something a little more suitable for the Opera House when they were staging something about dying floosies who had more gaudy petticoats than brain-cells...
"Miscreant child!" Granny shrieked, clapping both hands over Dylan's eyes stopping him from seeing any more of his corsetiere's handiwork than he had already "If you ain't at the University I dread to think where you're picking up this kind of magicking! It's a disgrace it is!"
 
Hurriedly she turned Dylan around to face her with his back to the bar. "Are you another one of these people who ain't from the Disc - like her over there?"
Granny flung her hand out and pointed to the table where she'd left Aeglos but the not-an-Elf wasn't there anymore. The frown upgraded to a positive scowl for a few seconds until she caught sight of Aeglos again, near to the cavorting Ardwyr and talking to the enormous warrior not-an-Elf (Glorfindel) she'd spotted on her way over to sort this boy out. The two off-worlders were talking to some fancy-looking noblewoman (Luciana) who looked as though she should have been somewhere on the Ankh side of the river where they had a better class of tavern...
 
At that moment Aeglos happened to look around and shrugged at her, then led the other two people back to their table. Granny let go of Dylan and spoke less forcefully to him for she could see he was completely bewildered now and probably if he was from another world as his strange clothes seemed to confirm perhaps the clothes he'd given Ardwyr weren't so lewd for him, even if they were such a wanton shade of pink. "Alright boy - I can see something odd's happening here... you better come with me and we'll see if we can sort out what's goin' on today."
 
She began to walk back to her table as a red blur flashed by her. Bloody history monks (Gorm)! Well she didn't have time for them too - the little beggars could shift for themselves so they could! Granny sensed Dylan was still standing still and looked back at him at little less aggressively "Well? Come along! You're better off with Granny than most in here y'know - and what am I to call you, hmmm?" She followed his astonished gaze towards the bar where a werewolf and red-haired hussy and two hairy creatures  (Wilel etc) were showing an interest in Ardwyr who seemed to be yelling at the wolfman (Quin). Things were getting nasty. She sighed heavily and stared hard at Ardwyr. "Back to how you were!" Well at least his proper clothes were restored. Sober was a bit too much to expect...
"Come child. Lets go somewhere we can hear ourselves think!"
 
(OOC Din and Sivan ~ sorry for the slight godmodding. On to more interesting things! Fionesta - be with you shortly! Wink)
 
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Guys - seriously fuddled now... please all see OOC thread just opened up HERE Evil Smile


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"I meant to do that!... What're-yuh lookin' at, you boring boot you!"
"Yeah rrrright! 'Course y'did man..." Quin snarled at the insoucient drunken Ardwyr. He was about to haul Ardwyr off the floor by his skimpy pink lace shoulder straps when the rookie Watchman shook his shaggy dark head in confusion as the vision of bright pink blurred and coalesced into the scruffy and none too clean orange-stained, beer-soaked tunic and pants Ardwyr'd been wearing when he'd pitched into the pub. Hellfire! Quin's dark predatory eyes glanced briefly Granny-wards, for he was sure it was she who'd cancelled the pink spell that Dylan had cast. A low growl escaped before Quin turned back to his immediate quarry, deeply dark eyes flashing  
"... so get on your feet and trrry to calm down before you do yourrrself or any of these lovely ladies some injurrry!" He gave a curt nod in the direction of Wilel, Swallowgrrr and Tiki, then turned back to the skinny squirt and gave a final warning snarl.
"I'm watching you... Sirrrr!" There was a distinct emphasis in this last grudging honorific that inferred a spelling of C-U-R... "Behave yourself or else you'll spend the rrrest of this night in the Watch cells - and Sgt. Detritus the meanest troll in town is Guard in charge tonight!" The growl in his tone gradually faded as his interest shifted to Wilel and her friends.
 
Pushing past Ardwyr, Quin stalked a few more paces toward the odd trio of females trying not to be obvious in his sniffing their scent. He smiled broadly at Wilel, showing fairly long sharp canines, admiring her shiny red hair, but his gaze slipped past her to the taller of the strange creatures (Swallowgrrr) who accompanied her and his deep brown eyes flashed again in feral admiration at her sleek black fur "Evening all! I'd have noticed you three ladies if you were local - just got into town have you Ma'am?" He addressed the redhead, but his gaze kept going up and over to Swallowgrrr, then he laughed rather self-consciously "Forgive me! I should introduce myself - I'm Lance-Constable Tarquinius of the City Watch, but you all can call me Quin."
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"Well, if Lady Aeglos feels it is best that I have a guardian then I shall accept thee, Glorfindel.  My name is Lady Luciana of the Lone Islands Narnia..."
Aeglos' attention wavered as she again felt Granny staring at her. Luciana, who had been staring at the Elf's odd dark red eyes, was now seeming to warm to Glorfindel more than she anyway and so Aeglos turned and saw that the Witch and the young Wizard (Dylan) were headed back to their table and with a shrug turned back to hear the end of Fin's response...
"... the Wise Ones have sent us here to hunt down a dangerous escaped criminal..." He looked at Aeglos and flashed her a sympathetic smile "... I know you were not expecting me or anyone else mellon nín, but Namó thought you ought to have someone watching your back on a strange world..." the Lady Luciana at this point began to weep and again he looked on the mortal noblewoman with worried eyes and spoke softly in the same manner of speech as she had used to address them.
"Ai! Milady Luciana - please do not distress thyself so..."
 
"My lord" Aeglos cut in, still speaking as gently as she was able, "maybe we should rejoin the acquaintance I was just talking to in a quieter part of this tavern whilst the Lady composes herself away from the noise of these ruffians?" She glanced over at Ardwyr and Quin and saw that the drunk was still quite fractious although his garb had changed back to those he had been wearing earlier.
"By all means Aeglos, I ought to have thought on that myself. Come my Lady." Fin offered his arm to Luciana and followed Aeglos' lean form towards a table tucked back in a quiet shadowy alcove near the bar that nevertheless commanded a good view of the entire tavern. He smiled to himself, thinking that the Lady of the Skulls had seemingly been making changes in her second life. He thought she was perhaps little less aloof than she had been when he 'knew' her previously. Not that anyone knew her that well - she had never been one for socialising, preferring her own company away from the battlefield, but then she had had good reason for that. The smile turned to a frown as he remembered that he as much as any other of the Eldar of Rivendell had all failed in their relieved 'respect' for Aeglos' privacy. She had had a most unhappy life, steeped in reparations for ancient crimes that she believed she had to be punished for and had to be paid for in rivers of black Orc blood. As he drew some more chairs over to the rickety sticky wooden table for himself and Luciana, the fierce-looking old lady, dressed all in black was also making her way to the alcove with the strangely-dressed boy (Dylan).
 
Aeglos was not too happy that Glorfindel was here, but she knew Namó would have had a good reason for sending him here as well and so she had nodded slightly as he told Luciana of their mission, letting her know he was here to help her. As they took their seats around the table, she was glad that she had asked Granny to join her for the Witch seemed to be taking all these assorted strange people arriving in her world in her stride. The young mortal, Dylan, however was looking rather bewildered and so Aeglos tried to look reassuring for she knew her appearance could be daunting to mortals and with Elves in this place being viewed with some trepidation, if not open hatred, she knew she ought to make an effort to be friendly. She arranged her features into a small smile and made the introductions in as relaxed a tone as she could manage. "Mistress Weatherwax, this is Lor..." He was shaking his head at her and she quickly changed tack "Glorfindel, who as you may guess is from my world, not yours and this" She nodded gently at still trembling-lipped noble, "is the Lady Luciana of the Lone Islands and of Narnia."
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Granny sensed Dylan was still standing still and looked back at him at little less aggressively "Well? Come along! You're better off with Granny than most in here y'know - and what am I to call you, hmmm?"
 
Now this brought the young man back to here and now. What had happened before that he could not clearly recall. It was as if someone else had taken control of him... (Wink to Jano)
 
"It's a pleasure...to meet you Granny...my name is Dylan," he hastily replied while he managed to turn his astonished gaze away from the bar where a werewolf and red-haired hussy and two hairy creatures  (Wilel etc) were showing an interest in the dancing man (Ardwyr) who seemed to be yelling at the wolfman (Quin).
 
Then he quickly made his way over to Granny's side and willingly followed her over to her table where the elf-like female (Aeglos) had started to make introductions...
 
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"Trust Sid to get lost in a place that smells as bad as he does!" Diego grumbled unhappily while he stopped before the front door of the Broken Drum. "I hope I don't have to visually search every man shelter in their camp before I find him. This stench might not come out of my fur if I stay here too long," he continued to grumble before using a group of unsuspecting patrons as cover so he could slip in hopefully unseen by anyone else...
 
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Death rode through the wheeling galaxies and shifting nebulas and Binky's strides became shorter and he entered the solar system around whose sun circled great A'Tuin and on her cratered back stood the elephants and above the elephants was. . . Yes. Perfect.
 
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Yes. He urged Binky into a trot and the great white horse slowly dipped through the clouds and and came to light in the middle of a street. Death guided Binky down the narrow and smutty cobblestone streets and to. . .
 
Yes.
 
He dismounted not worrying about Binky sense even someone who could see him would have no chance of riding him.
 
Death strode through the battered just as an angry drunken dwarf dressed in. . . Death would have blinked if he was able. No surely not. The dwarf was thrown out of the broken drum (with the door closed it must be added)
 
 "Next ye comes in here Hank don't mouth off." Shouted someone inside the drum
 
Death walked through the now considerably enlarged door and ducked looking around at the taverns denizens most of which could be described as evil-looking or just evil.
 
He looked around until he saw. . . Aha
 
Death walked over to the old woman with a boy in spectacles and tapped her on the shoulder.
 "GREETINGS ESMERALDA WEATHERWAX." He said with a voice like two slabs of lead crashing down on granite and smiled politely though it must be said he didn't have much of choice in the matter.  
 
 
 
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Narvan Ishgar put the piece of warp-stuff back in his helmet and looked around he was standing in an alley, one that had 'alleye that mystical and advenntoures thinges hapen' written all over, indeed some of the writing was quiet well done. He walked down the alley without incident- Unless you count a thief with more empty space than brains trying to pick Naravans lack of pockets and getting an armored elbow in the head for his trouble- Naravan emerged from the alley water dripping from his armor, he saw the sign of the tavern 'The Broken Drum' and shrugging his armored shoulders walked through the enlarged doors behind a skinny man in black robes with a scythe, the man was tall enough to be a space marine.
 
He looked around and dismissed the. . . clientele as vicous but unlikely to attack him. 
 
Naravan walked up to the bartender and looked at the badly written menu behind him.
 
"I'll have. . . scumble." He said and leaned against the bar waiting.         
   
 
 
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Ach, Crivens! Ye wee elfin scunners. Youse better'n'not start with the fightin' or ye'll git such a kickin'.
Ay Bigjobs barkeepy felleh, I'm down 'ere. Giv us a pint o' sheep linament an' a deep fried Mars bar an' put it on the wee streak wi' glasses tab.
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NPC Granny Weatherwax   NPC Tarquinius (aka Quin)

It has probably already been noted that Granny was a good 'coper', if grumpy with it, but she was beginning to feel a little put upon and this was not helped by Death showing up, even if it wasn't for her. She gave him a business-like nod but did not return the smile on account of not liking to be tapped on her shoulder which was almost as poorly padded as his finger... "Unless yer gettin' me a drink yer Honour, I'm a tad busy to be passin' the time of night just now - another time mayhap?" So saying she turned her attention back to the not-Elves and this fine Lady Luciana and gave them all her best glare "Pleased to meet you all I'm sure - this likely young wizard is called Dylan, though I'm none too sure where he's from, it's fer certain it ain't from around these parts!"
 
"Arghhh! Tis the hag o' hags sittin' o'er there!" Despite being very small in stature the Feegles had 'carrying' voices and Granny instantly stiffened as her glare swept barwards like a stooping raptors. Now this just had to be the very last straw - why of all the sleazy taverns in this sleazy town did that little streak of blue aggravation have to pick on this one!
 
"... the Wise Ones have sent us here to hunt down a dangerous escaped criminal..."
Wolves have excellent hearing as well as good noses and when such superior sensory organs belong to an eager young werewolf copper there is no way such a passing remark would remain undetected. Quin briefly looked over at the two tall warrior Elves-who-did-not-smell-like-Elves as they passed him by, back to the alcove where Aeglos had been sitting earlier. Still intrigued with Wilel and Swallowgrrr, he decided to place himself within earshot of the table where all these other strange people were gathering around the Witch. Maybe he could garner any more information on this criminal who must be mighty indeed if these 'Wise Ones' had sent such hunters after him... The female (Aeglos) had one of the bloodiest auras he had ever encountered and, despite the male's evident sensitivity, he also reeked of power and light and that great b*stardsword he carried (a hand and a halfer) had definitely been used a lot!
Quin put himself between the Witch's table and Wilel and her furry friends and tried to split his attention whilst trying to make small talk with the redhead. How long he could keep this up though was looking rather doubtful as his hackles began to rise, and he suddenly felt as though someone had just walked over his grave (the unseen Death) as an alarmingly huge well-armoured (armed too no doubt) and muscular-looking bald soldierly type (Narvan) came up to bar and ordered some scumble. 
 
The werewolf was fast coming to the conclusion that he should get out of here in short order and go get some re-inforcements from Pseudopolis Yard. It looked like things at the Drum could be going south even more spectacularly than usual. Oh yeah - and a bolshie blue gnomey thing (Feegle) who seemed to be about to start picking a fight with Granny and generally mixing things wasn't going to help either....
.... AND a bloody great mountain cat of some sort with even bigger fangs. Quin's head began to spin as he tried to think of a way to extricate himself and call for back-up before things really began to kick off in here....
 
OOC *goes to have a stiff drink - did I get everyone?* Dead
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The bottle of sheep linament and Mars bar disappeared as if by magic, followed by a flash of blue and the Feegle was gone!
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She came from the frozen lands near the Hub. Dressed in blood red leather with matching wolf-killing crossbow slung nonchalantly across her back to complete the ensemble. Clothes stolen from the time she'd gone rogue, heartlessly leaving behind the people who had adored her, the children she had spawned and their illigitimate offspring. Although near perfect, her body had sadly let her down in the sight department, but with a pair of state-of-the-art Agatean glasses perched perkily on her nose, the problem had been rectified, whilst simultaneaously giving her an air of sophistication and intelligence.
 
She was no stranger to death, having witnessed on countless occaisions the final agonised flailings of her kills. Men would die for, and because, of her.
 
Her eyes burned with the fire of true fanaticism, that only belief in an uncaring and vengeful God could create. Her twisted and sick mind was spurred on by the mission her God had personally entrusted to her - nothing less than world domination.
 
She pushed open the door of the Drum, walked across the room to the bar and fixed the barkeeper with a look that didn't leave any options open to him.
 
"You wanna beer, lady?"
 
"You betcha! And give me one of them there mooseburgers, too."
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