<div class="floatleft">(https://images-ext-2.discordapp.net/external/zzq2vWcHpquk73vLJa64MWRbEUtBQU_bclWAjlTjKfc/https/images6.alphacoders.com/428/428756.jpg?width=936&amp;height=585)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nip (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272443.msg13402541#msg13402541)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern, begging(L6)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>NPCs<br/><strong>HP:</strong>8/8<strong>KI/Panache:</strong>0/0<br/><strong>AC:</strong>AC:15 , TAC: 15, FFAC: 12, CMD:8<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +1, Init +3, Perc+5<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hearing the soft one call her name Nip’s large ear rotated towards the sound and she dodged a thrown penny at her. With a low growl she barked and puffed up her fur. Ready to defend herself. The tall soft one seemed to reconsider the threat posed by Nip’s fangs and retreated, how could she know they’d seen the green soft one flash an angry look?<br/><br/>With a curious sniff at the thrown penny Nip slowly padded her way back towards her mistress’s claimed soft one. Her scent was on that one and so she knew her to be a den mate. She curled her way around the legs of the bad smelling one and her den mate, yipping as she jumped up onto a chair and looking at the items left on the table before jumping up onto the table and sitting down ready to receive her reward for coming.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Xf5DUyb.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yira (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272442.msg13401954#msg13401954)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern, (H11 & H12)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>NPCS<br/><strong>HP:</strong>?/?<strong>KI/Panache:</strong>?/?<br/><strong>AC:</strong>AC:?? , TAC: ??, FFAC: ??, CMD:?<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Fort ?, Ref ?, Will ?, Init ?, Perc ?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The dragon(?) girl gives a forced flirtious chuckle after words are softly spoken from the knight in the corner and cause the serving wench to hastily back away. A pale cast to her normally radiant visage. She stops close to the group by the fire and does her best to compose herself. Stopping to chat briefly with the patron’s there.<br/><br/>Within moments Yira is her old flirty self as she talks and from the calls from the men by the fire a call to dance. She gives a quick curtsey and begins to dance a lively jig that sends her parts to dancing for the crowd. Her large and powerful dragon like tail snaking and dancing, her wings lifting and falling and her hips shuffling as her behind wiggles and her feet never miss a beat as she dances her not so modest dance. The men seem to enjoy it but to those who are trained professionals it’s apparent there are things that are making it hard for Yira to really perform her seductive dance as well as she could.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Yira’s Perform Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=108070)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://orig05.deviantart.net/144a/f/2016/179/9/f/llyra_whitebirch_by_jeflint-da80fm7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>LLyra (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272442.msg13401954#msg13401954)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern, (M5)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Muineth<br/><strong>HP:</strong>?/?<strong>KI/Panache:</strong>?/?<br/><strong>AC:</strong>AC:?? , TAC: ??, FFAC: ??, CMD:?<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Fort ?, Ref ?, Will ?, Init ?, Perc ?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>LLyra is given a reprieve from the hobgoblin’s attention as the tall green haired elf steps in between them. She looks at Muineth with a smile on her face and no hint of recognition in her eyes.<strong>“Thank you gentle,”</strong>she mumbles and provides a bow. She begins to play her music again but does not move away having found safety near the warrior elf.<br/><br/>The guild is now watching the display between the hobgoblin captain and the elven woman with interest. The one who had spoken quietly eyeing the situation carefully while the red haired giant of a man sets fuming and looking like he’s spoiling for some action, the others at the table have stopped their card game, the winnings having gone apparently to the halfing standing on the table, and are now watching.<br/><br/>The hobgoblin glares mostly at Muineth’s neck and chin as he sways in place. His hand gripping the mug he was carrying and another moving to rest on his hip where the hilt is hooked into the belt. The knife that is latched there is wicked looking and sharp since there are cuts along the fabric from the edge. The hobgoblin draws himself up to his full height, the stench of his breath making even the strongest wish they could hide.<strong>“You elven cow,”</strong>he spits.<strong>“Ya think ya kin git in da way of Kern’s special and most favored (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=108072) captain?”</strong>Perhaps it’s the way he says it or the slur or maybe the fact that MercTown is well away from Kern’s rule but somehow you’re just not buying what he’s selling.<br/><br/>This doesn’t change the fact that the hobgoblin is apparently too drunk to be civil.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://static.zerochan.net/Wiz.%28KonoSuba%29.full.2082813.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amelia  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272442.msg13401954#msg13401954)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern, (D7)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>HP:</strong>?/?<strong>KI/Panache:</strong>?/?<br/><strong>AC:</strong>AC:?? , TAC: ??, FFAC: ??, CMD:?<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Fort ?, Ref ?, Will ?, Init ?, Perc ?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Amelia turns to leave the food on the table for Talan and Kallis and finds her way blocked by the two large orcs. One reaches out and cups the chin of the barwench and gives her a nice long lick. The woman shudders from the touch and despite being the same height as him seems petrified. Well only for a moment before she mumbles something under her breath and then points a finger at them. What she was going to cast is irrelevant as the orc snatched her hand before she could release it and you can hear just the subtle wince of pain as he squeezes.<strong>“No, no, wench. No magic.”</strong><br/><br/>The other orc looking past the wench sees Kallis and Talan having a moment, laughs and slaps the table to get the lovers attention.<strong>“Half elf, not bad enough to be elf, not good enough to be human.”</strong>She sneers at the two. Snatches up the flagon of wine and downs it.<strong>“Was daddy unable to afford a normal whore and just found any elven slut?”</strong>this sends both orcs into laughing and the pick up the food on your table and begin to pick through it for the choice meats, so confident in their untouchable status as the patrol on the lookout for divine casters.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fantasy.ambient-mixer.com/images_template/1/7/2/172b0fd30dd068a0302a7380fd0dedc3_full.jpg)</div>Location: The Tavern of the Three Sisters (https://i.imgur.com/L65laWr.jpg) (A.K.A. The Tavern of The Busty Wench)<br/>Time: Early Evening<br/>MISC: Music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FamD-J0oDI)<br/>Tagging: All<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The rain continues to pound outside and the voices in the bar die down with the sudden sounds from the hobgoblin issuing his challenge to the paladin. As a collective group the conversation dies down and they look to see what will transpire. At the table where the gamblers are a hushed voice asks if they can bet on something new. There is little need to guess on what they’re willing to wager. Will the elven warrior and the hobgoblin come to blows.<br/><br/>Unseen by many the orcs that had been harassing Amelia keep her from moving to the safety of the other patrons. Even Yira has stopped her dancing and is looking towards her friends and fellow servers as if seeking guidance on what to do.<br/>