<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, playing(H9)<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/>Largely ignored by the non furred ones Nip was left alone and that meant she had to find her mistress for food. Nip had followed the silent tailed one for many moon risings and was far from her sandy borrow. Still she trusted that one and was used to being left alone in a wooden borrow like this often. Only not this big, not this exciting! With as loud a yip as she was able she took off, darting between legs as she explored her new borrow.<br/><br/>There were so many tasty treats to sniff on the ground, a bug here and a drop of some liquid there. Paws to smell. It was really hard to focus and there were so many noises and sights. Spinning in place she would then dart off in another direction at seeming random running under tables and then stopping to sniff and then rocket off in another direction. Finally panting she came to a stop and barked at a collection of no furs. The action causing them to jump and curse at the sudden appearance of the wild animal in their ranks and they yipped and growled their strange language but the scent was not one of pleasure.<br/><br/>Cowering down the fennec made herself smaller in a sign of submission, her tail going straight behind her and her ears flattening down a little. If they tried to grab her she would run. She could find the non furred one that traveled with the mistress.<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, (T10 to L7)<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/>Yira moved her way through the bar swiping up drinks and coming back to redeposit them as they needed. Pressing into one guy here and offering a kiss to another. With a lingering hand on one man it seemed Yira wouldn’t move on until the last moment when she let out a hearty and very flirty giggle and playfully slapped the man on the shoulder. She gave a squeal as he pinched her butt and a naughty wink as she swayed away from him.<br/><br/>Eventually she made her way to the bottom corner table and the pink haired girl sitting next to the knight. In typical manner she leaned in towards both of them to get an order. Her hand lingering on the petite girls shoulder and another on the armored thigh of the knight.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://t14.deviantart.net/tDng6znc1vCkHqOhYfWlpm-fuAU=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre02/f313/th/pre/f/2016/121/8/9/unwinding_and_rewinding_by_noben-da0y2rb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Felicia (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272442.msg13401954#msg13401954)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern, (R8)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bartholomew<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 blonde haired lizard gave a nod of her head and signaled to the kitchen staff with her tail. She watched the tall Elf and the strangely clad adventurer head off to join another set of regulars. She enjoyed that regulars came in, regulars that didn’t cause her staff problem. But some of them were trouble. Her eye lingered on the growing disturbance with Amelia.<strong>“Ames,”</strong>Felicia shouted.<strong>“Order’s up”</strong>There was a squeak and a hasty apology and then the clumsy bar maid was rushing back towards the safety of the kitchen. Her two orc friends having stopped midway and wondering what to do.<br/><br/>Turning her attention back to the people at the bar she began to refill the drinks. Sliding towards the dour gentleman by himself Felicia arched a scaled eyebrow.<strong>“You liking the drink? It’s fresh from Crobbee,”</strong>Felicia said in an easy tone. She stood there for a moment, pulled a small bottle from under the bar and poured two shots and slide one in front of the brooding gentleman.<strong>“Her name’s LLyra,”</strong>she said.<strong>“That’s her favorite drink, if you’re interested.”</strong>She gave a soft smile as if to say I was watching, it’s my job. She put the shot down and moved it to towards him.<strong>“That drink is best served in pairs.”</strong><br/><br/>Turning away she moved to the elf at the corner and began talking to him about textiles. The barkeep was able to have a conversation on the subject commenting on the price of textiles and the sudden influx of fake silk and even worked a joke into her conversation. The elf gave a polite laugh and sipped at his wine before continuing to talk about other mercantile affairs. All of which sounding positively boring as he described the recent tax hikes that were impacting some of the goods he was shipping to the lizard woman and yet the woman only nodded and asked questions to further encourage the elf to talk more.<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, (M6)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bartholomew<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 beastkin entertainer’s music stopped suddenly as the hobgoblin who had been trailing her pushed into her space and took a deep sniff at her neck.<strong>“Pretty smell for a pet,”</strong>he rumbled. His hand reached out to touch the woman causing her to jump and to those close enough to see her fur stood on end. With a warm smile she took a step back only to find a hand around her shoulder.<br/><br/><strong>“Good Gentle,”</strong>she said, her voice soft and musical.<strong>“I am on the clock and most enter--”</strong>she let out a squeak as the hand containing the tankard pushed up close to her mouth. As if to stop her from speaking or to offer her a drink it wasn’t clear. Her tail began to slowly wrap around her legs and she seemed to shrink in upon herself. With her free hand she pushed against the larger muscular hobgoblin.<strong>“No, thank you, Gentle.”</strong><br/><br/>The rebutting was met with a loud Guffaw from the massive red haired gentleman.<strong>“Even orcs can’t find love. What’s the world commin’ ta when da beastkin turn down the likes of your ugly mug?”</strong>He slapped the table with a large hand roaring with laughter at his own joke.<strong>“Go on, girl. Play us a bawdy drinking song. Maybe’ll help yer friend.”</strong><br/><br/><em>“Galron,”</em>the voice was soft and filled with ice more felt than heard. The giant who’d been teasing the two seemed to sober and dropped down a little, staring into the flagon that was before him.<br/><br/><br/>Tentatively LLyra resumed her music. The music starting slowly and seeming to blend to the earlier music she played until she started a new set of music that was designed to calm those closest to her.<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>Bartholomew<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/>At the call from her boss the tall wench somehow managed to wiggle her way out from the grasp of the two orcs and moved back towards the bar. Striding quickly to show she was trying to get to her order but not so quickly as to look like she was running. She slipped behind the bar for a bit and emerged a few moments later carrying a tray of food and a pitcher of wine. She caught sight of the two orcs whom had moved to the fire pit and stopped. Slowly the clumsy wizard in training moved to the far corner.<br/><br/>She gently placed the tray of food down in front of Talan and Kallis a smile on her lips. “Felicia wanted to apologize for the wait, she said stuff like this needs to be done right or not at all.” She refilled the cups on the table and jumped as she was goosed by an Orc swinging up to firmly grab her rear.<br/><br/><strong>“Ya gotta keg hidden in this thing,”</strong>he asked in a tone that sounded like it’d been tumbled in a quarry a few times. His friend gave a sneer and licked her lips as if eyeing the look of the Bar Maid. Their attention turned specifically to the help for now.<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/hnWlJ5g.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 music is more somber as LLyra resumes her play but instead of quelling the hobgoblin on her it seems to have done the exact opposite as he stares openly at the beastkin. The rumbling from the guild members seems to have quieted as the orcs at the other table only increase in pitch. They bellow for more drinks and fresh meat; even though half the food on their plates isn’t touched.<br/><br/>For the poor people by the fire pit they curse and try and shoo the wild animal that has appeared in their mist and there are many curses directed at the small thing.<br/><br/>At the bar the elf has began to regal his closest drinking partner with a story of an opportunity if he’d only just be brave enough to invest the coin. His honeyed words making the other man nod eagerly as gold coins dance clearly in his eyes. The rich voice mixing well with the music that is being played by the bard.<br/><br/>Outside there is a loud crack of thunder and the building shakes as the approaching storm appears to not be going anywhere and settling in to drench the already water logged town.