First night at the bar

[Dieter Helyanwe]

Dieter stumbled into the bar. Elves always had some decent cooking and people were always willing to meet up and cheer at the bar. Something interesting was usually on, and sometimes you met a very nice girl and got to get a good snack. Sure picking up chicks at a bar was cliche. It was better than spending a meal alone though. After all what'd you do otherwise. Throw a bag of blood into the microwave in your cozy apartment and eat alone. C'mon, Dieter thought himself much more socialable and charming than that.

He sat at the bar looked at the owners. He wondered if they served vampire specials. This was the first time he'd been to this bar. It'd always been around but hey, he just never got around to ordering something here or meeting someone. He figured it'd be a nice break from the microwave or grabbing something out of a "livestock for sale sign." Problem is picking up chicks who'll let you syphen a little blood away was a bit harder on an island where everyone knew about vampires. You couldn't hunt like you could among the veiled.

Dieter opened up a menue at the bar and took a look at the drinks. Who knows, maybe they did have vampire specials.

[Tiga Ethuerre]

Tiga walked into the bar, rubbing a hand over her eyes as she adjusted to the light inside the bar. She yawned slightly, covering her mouth with one hand as she glanced around discreetly for people she might know. Since nobody caught her eye, she shrugged and headed towards the bar.

It had been a long day, and Tiga mainly wanted to get home and get some rest, but she'd decided to check out the bar just to check up on the latest gossip and maybe grab a quick bite. She took a menu and plunked onto a bar stool one seat over from a man who'd just taken a menu himself.

Oh, well, she thought. I guess I won't get to catch up on the latest stories after all. The food idea looks promising though. Anfd that guy two chairs down's kinda cute...

[Dieter Helyanwe]

Dieter looked up from his menu and took a glance at his new company. She looked cute enough and merited a reply and/or acknowledgment of her existence. Dieter was wearing his street clothes. He wore a loose long black coat that swished about a foot from the floor. He kept the coat open at the chest which revealed his white shirt, he wore black jeans to finish off his outfit. He liked these simple good walking clothes. Plus, the coat and pants had tons of nooks and crannies to hide weapons. On his head he kept a wide brimmed hat that would keep off rain, and if the need be, sunlight to a limited extent. Thank God for talented enchanters.

Dieter tipped his hat off to the girl and said, "good evening." Then Dieter looked up at the barkeep and asked, "what do you recommends for vampires?"

[Dieter Helyanwe]

Dieter looked at Ashen as he sat down. He seemed a little startled by the fact that his menu was gone. "Well what do I know at MAGI tech. I mean all they'd ask me to do is sit through an information session where I'd be left completely lost. Why don't they just tell you what something does and skip the whole how it works, how we found this out, and how to operate it. They all should know I don't really care." Dieter shrugged and thought for a second. Had he already done that to Ashen three times this week. Dieter usually tried to limit it to twice.

Well since he forgot, "I'll pick up dinner then. It's on me. I owe you."

[Valencia]

Wren pushed open the doors with a resounding swoosh. The zombies filed in front of him to protect him. People screamed and tried to escape, but a menacing step towards them from the zombies froze them in thier steps.

"Dieter, I know you're there. Come quietly, and no-one dies. I can kill half this bar before you get past these zombies." The goblin would do anything to stay in The Lady's favour

[Weiss]

Weiss had been just about to offer a nice pint of warm blood to answer Dieter's request for a recommendation when an extremely rude individual entered and cut him off.

Remember your anger management lessons, Weiss. Breathe in, breathe out.

He had a pretty good hold on things and was going to 'attempt two at a recommendation' when an ugly little goblin burst into his nice clean bar with some filthy zombies and started making demands.

"'ey! Listen here, ya ugly brute!" he yelled, his normally formal voice lapsing with his anger. "Get them damn zombies out of my bar before I call the Enforcers! Those things are illegal and filthy as hell! Naw, ta hell with that, get out before I blow ya up myself!"

Turning to the customers who had begun to flee, "And don't ya go leavin' on me, either! Ye'll sit put and drink yer damn ale and whatnot, never mind that scum." He glared at Wren again, looking just about ready to jump over the counter and start brawling.

[Valencia]

The goblin spat. "Stay out of this, elf! I would not have stormed in here to be offronted by a Bartender. With me, Dieter."

[Valencia]

"Is that really necessary? Your forcefield lasts, Dieter tries to kill me, but wait, YOU HAVE A BLOODY FORCEFIELD IN THE WAY!! SO you have to take the time to tone it down, by which time my zombies eat your brains... seriously, think a little." Wren was getting impatient. "Dieter, the Mistress wants you. She can be most... unpleasant if you keep her waiting."

[Dieter Helyanwe]

Dieter smiled, "Goblin, you've got no skill, no class, and no brains." He slipped his readied dragonskin glove vessels. He had other means of casting magic but he found he had to concentrate much less. He'd also trained to use them so that he could cast multiple spells at once. He knew this tatic pretty well. Dieter advanced a few steps and then screamed, "Forcewall." He put lots of his effort into the spell. The zombies and goblin could expect to be crushed against the forcefield that Ashen had created. Behind his hand he fingered the seal that controlled and casted inflame. The goblin shouldn't have thought so clearly on gaining Valencia's favor. Dieter knew her well enough to know her penchant for torture. This goblin could expect to have many of his old wounds to start opening up as he was being crushed by the forcewall.

Defeating both of those spells would be difficult and doing so and keeping his zombies would be impressive. There's a lot of ways to defeat good spell casters. One was hit them before they could cast a spell, Goblin passed that one up, distract them while your friend hit them, Dieter didn't see any sneaky zombies, and the challenge was just ripe with incompetence. He must've been pretty badly whiped and pretty desperate. Whatever, hopefully he'd be crushed, or if not writhing in agony from his old wounds.

((Lets give Tiga a chance to post))

[Tiga Ethuerre]

Tiga blinked. I come in here for a quiet night, maybe to scope out some of the people, and this is what happens, she thought. Lovely. I didn't plan on this. Now what to do... Spotting a table in the corner, she promptly scuttled over to it and hid. Not much, but it pulls me out of the action, she thought. Can't really order a drink under here, but it'll do.

[Valencia]

Wren laughed. "Oh dear, a wall of impending doom. How will I ever escape it? Oh, Yeah." Wren and the zombies sidestepped out of the way. "Big mistake. I warned you... SUNLANCE!" As much as it pained the goblin, he had no choice. The light that erupted from his hands traveled in an arrow towards the Vampire. The sunlance would go through any forcefield, as light travels through translucent. Anyway, the vampire couldn't possibly react quickly enough; the light about to strike him should already be blinding him. objects Wren staggered back at the light, his back touching the not dangerous side of the wall of force. His back exploded into pain, but the nightmares set loose on him helped keep him standing. The zombies circled the boy who elicted the forcefield.

[Weiss]

"Ey!" yelled Weiss indignantly. "What the hell are you doing? Don't you read?"

He pointed at a sign on the wall:

RULES OF THE BAR:
1. Don't bug Weiss.
2. Don't bug Weiss.
3. Do not, under any circumstances, bug Weiss.

The plaque on the wall had been given to Weiss as a joke gift some time in the past, but Weiss didn't see the humour. He, personally, thought the rules to be very good rules, and so he had put the plaque up on the wall, eliciting many a groan from said friend.

"Ya've just broken all my rules, and I even gave ya fair warnin'. Now ya're in trouble."

Grabbing a longsword he kept under the bar and hopping over said bar gracefully, he pointed the sword at Dieter.

"Ya don't hurt my customers. Reflect!" he yelled, protecting Dieter and storming toward the goblin. "Ya don't wreck my bar," he continued, aiming to lop off the head of a zombie that was in the way with the longsword. "And you certainly do not insult Weiss."

His normally graceful tone of voice returned and he spoke in a low voice as he held the sword in the general area of the goblin's throat.

"I'm not just a 'bartender', filth," he said in a dangerous whisper. "And I suggest you leave now."

[Tiga Ethuerre]

Tiga watched the exchange with some interest. I've never been in a bar fight before, she thought. Although this would probably be much less interesting if it didn't seem to be a political type struggle. It could come up in some sort of diplomacy issues! Yoinking a napkin off the table, Tiga began to show her nerdiness by taking notes compulsively (must be one of those things that university kids pick up).

[Dieter Helyanwe]

Dieter eyes watered from the sunlance. He hated that spell. Dieter also cursed himself for leaving himself open to it. He'd have enough time to erect a feeble defense while he tried to recuperate. Then the bartender gave aid with his reflect. That was unexpected but did offer Dieter just the chance he needed. Dieter squinted so as to relieve the dazzling sunlight as it reflected backward toward the goblin. Dieter knew Goblins were weak toward sunlight. He hoped it would be enough to at least injure the goblin. He saw the Goblin stagger as if in pain. Dieter took this to mean his curse was having its effect. The only problem was, as Dieter knew Valencia, he believed her to train her minions not only to be used to pain but to enjoy it, maybe that was a hyperbole but you get the idea.

One finger lowered to his knife dart, "poison," Dieter muttered as he made the seal with two of his fingers as they touched the blade. He focused on maintaining the focus on the poison so it would hit multiple targets. He'd trained long and hard to make his poison strong enough for paralysis and even longer to get it to work well on undead.

With his other hand he made another seal of power and timed it perfectly as the reflect shot the Sunlance back toward Wren. Super speed definitely had it's advantages as it offered him enough speed to react in small movements to the surprise. Dieter kept a shield at the ready and was going to use that hand to manipulate the rope dart as he sent it hurdling toward the goblin and on course to slice into two zombies that were on the move toward Ashen. The forcewall fell and the dart soared as the bright lance made its way back to its caster. He could do a lot of defense spells with the particular seal and he was waiting to see, well hear, what would happen in combat.

Just then Weiss appeared with a sword to the goblins throat. With a swift flick of the wrist Dieter altered the dart's trajectory and sent the blade hurdling toward a zombie. He might have some trouble bring the dart back in the crowded corners but he might make it fly into one more enemy before the use of the rope dart would no longer be practical.

[Valencia]

All this was too much for the goblin to take, So he rolled way from the bartender... and right in front of a dart flying towards one of the zombies. It struck the goblin in the eye, causing him to cry out as the toxin took over his body. The torture did it's work, so he loyally with his final breath, tossed Dieter a note.

Ah, I thought so. You never cease to amaze me...
Give me a call. I have some... interesting things to say to you.