<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;In the common room of <span style="font-style: italic">The Singing Donkey</span>&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Ureck, Calia, Sherani, Spike&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Breakfast was a veritable feast, with more than enough food to go around between the four.<br/><br/>Sherani had never *HAD* such an opportunity for food before, at least not since her arrival in town. A full meal last night - the unfortunate female coyote had REALLY hit the spot - and then the delectable foodstuffs that had been presented this morning...a rare treat indeed!<br/><br/>Ureck was unused to such fare, period. During the last couple of months, bread seemed to be about the only thing that was readily avalible and at anywhere near an affordable price. Everything else had skyrocketed in value. Even breadstuffs were becoming more and more pricy by the day, which would - soon enough - begin to lead to robberies and worse to feed hungry mouths.<br/><br/>For the moment, though, all four were able to enjoy the breakfast of kings. Delicious spiced bacon, with just the faintest hints of honey and pepper. Eggs cooked to scrambled perfection, seasoned with some soft of slightly-spicy sauce, reminescent of green peppers. Toast. Dreg. What more could anyone ask for?<br/><br/>The slightly-greasy fare was incredibly filling, and the lingering taste was mouthwateringly delicious. Unfortunantly for the trio, they'd not get the opportunity to really enjoy their meal for long.<br/><br/>All four hear the heavy clomp of numerous boots (And the heavy clanking of armor) on the cobblestones of the street just outside the establishment. The sound quickly transfers to wood - apparantly, the wooden entranceway of the Singing Donkey.<br/><br/>Then, the front door of the establishment swings open. Trouble walks in.<br/><br/>The first to push through the door was, surprizingly enough, the one that seemed to be making all the racket. Far, far too much racket for her size.<br/><br/>Blotting out about half the light that a more imposing figure might in the seven-foot doorframe stands a four foot three figure.<br/><br/>With a sense of purpose that was rather surprizing, the female fennec fox walks into the Singing Donkey, her iron-clad boots clomping loudly across the wooden flood, lending *ALOT* more weight to her stride than might have otherwise been there "The Singing Donkey? Place does not look as bad as reports have told..." She catches sight of the broken window out of the corner of her eye "Then again, windows don't break themselves." Pursing her lips in amusement, she strolls boldly into the middle of the room, her eyes almost instantly alighting on Ureck, Calia, and Sherani "You four. You were here the other night? When..." She slips her slender little fingers into a small scrollcase hanging at her side, withdrawing an equally small slip of paper. Unrolling it in front of her face, she reads it rather offically, clearing her throat softly before starting "...All hell broke loose."  Nodding in satisfaction, she rolls the little slip of paper up and eases it right back into the case she'd retrieved it from, crossing her small arms over her chest "At least, that is the official report."<br/><br/>The amount of 'command' in her voice was actually rather surprizing, from one her size. Her tone was bold, and the way she carried herself was - while not pompous - certainly one who was at least confident in her abilities. Upon closer inspection - of which all three were now privy - they could see why she made so much noise. Her leggings were made out of double-folded steel plates which hung tightly to her legs, only jointed at the knees to allow her a bit of movement. Her waist and hips remained surprizingly free of armor for some reason - perhaps because her belt was so bogged down in different items that she'd not have been able to move if she was in full armor. Doo-dads and cases hung from her two belts at all angles, not to mention two wicked-looking blades that were rather cruelly curved. Small, but just the look of them was enough to make someone cringe.<br/><br/>A thick, also double-folded breastplate clung to her upper half, with daintly little pauldrons that were partially hidden by an extravagant half-cape, tossed casually over one shoulder. Her soft brown fur was broken in places by deep black dyes that had an almost tribal design to them.<br/><br/>"I am second-commander Talia Arwen. Just have a few questions for the lot of you, and I'll leave you to your breakfast. Mmm...is that bacon I smell?" The fennec's enormous ears perk upwards and she tilts her muzzle into the air slightly, inhaling deeply "Been a while since I've enjoyed that smell, heh...lucky dogs." She seemed almost dissapointed, but her pretty face, despite developing a smile, never really showed any emotion beyond that.<br/><br/>Scarcely before she'd managed to even finish the word 'bacon', a sudden flurry of activity once more draws attention to the doorway, where two massive, tauric creatures were trying to push their way inside.<br/><br/>"DAMNIT! GET OFF ME YOU LOON!" Came a distinctly feminine voice, though it was hard to tell from which in the ball of claws and fur.<br/><br/>"LOSE SOME WEIGHT, YOU FAT FURBAG, AND Y'COULD FIT IN THE DAMN DOOR!" This one, very disctinctly male, responds with an equal amount of ferocity.<br/><br/>Within seconds, the turmoil seems to reach a peak...and finally, a victor emerges. With a huge grunt of exhertion, the male fox-taur wraps his arms around the almost-identicle female and yanks her backwards with enormous force. Digging her front claws into the wooden floodboards does not help her in the least, and only serves to make a dreadful<span style="font-weight: bold">*CcrrrrEEEEEEE!*</span>sound as she is bodily hurled backwards.<br/><br/>The victor slides in a second later, fully having to duck to get beneath the top of the door "Bacon? Hah, knew I smelled something!"<br/><br/>What could only have been his sister tromps in behind him less than a second later, growling under her breath "You are going to be smelling my insides if you do that again, you damned sack of s-"<br/><br/>He looks positivly stunned "Dearest sister! How dare you speak in such a way! You are just annoyed because I...won! Hah!" He puffs up triumphantly, only drawing an even deeper growl from his sister.<br/><br/>The two looked practically identicle. Both had stunning reddish fur tones, white underbellies, and lacked armor or destinctive clothing of any sort. Both wore white paw-wraps, had tall, pointed ears tipped in black, and even had raccoon-like 'masks' around their eyes. Obviously, the duo were twins. Though what drew attention the most was their size - they were ENORMOUS. They had to be at least seven feet long, and nearly eight feet tall at the top of their ears. Just the size of one of their footpaws was as big as a skillet.<br/><br/>If their size did not draw attention, their weapons did. The male foxtaur wore two large swords - one definantly a greatblade, and the other at least a longsword. She had something a little more unique, a five-foot-long scythe that was more or less strapped to her side, with the blade facing upwards along her back.<br/><br/>Obviously, Talia was not amused. Her expression darkens, and she opens her mouth to speak "Grettle, Thram, I told-" She never got to finish, as another, louder voice cuts her off.<br/><br/>"Barbarians." Another female voice, though this one was far more 'gentle' sounding than that of the foxtaur. A clothes-swaddled individual steps in behind the two foxtaurs, brushing herself off. A long, thick tail extends from the back of her robe, immediently placing her species as squirrel, or something closely related. It was difficult to make out any of her body-features, though given the way she leaned on her long, wooden staff - capped with a glass ball of some sort - she had some sort of problem walking. Or, at least, walking quickly. Her robes were about as unadorned as possible, though the moment she walks in a sort of 'spicy' aroma follows her.<br/><br/>((To any who cast spells, they will be INSTANTLY able to recognize spellcasting components. Anyone else can make a Knowledge - Esoteric DC 15 to know that scent.))<br/><br/><br/>If Talia had been angry before, she was practically furious now. Quivering in ill-concealed rage, she puffs up, ready to speak her mind...then just sighs, all the fight in her leaving within an instant. Waving her hands at her travling companions as if to say 'screw it', she turns her attention back to Calia, Ureck, Sherani, and Spike.<br/><br/>"...Now, where were we. Last night. You four. Here, or not?"<br/><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Holy heck, sorry for the huge post. &gt;_&lt; Really need to start breaking this stuff down a bit more. Tough to get back into the habit of describing stuff after so long of a hiatus. <img alt=";)" src="./images/smilies/wink.gif" title="Wink"/>  Ahh well - pictures following shortly!</div></div></div>