Dragon's Tooth Tavern and Inn

Random Mobs wrote:The bartender looked down at Nessvyn and smiled. "He's upstairs and around the back there Ness, seeing to his office needs. We had a couple of those punkers in here a short while ago, and one of the new patrons used a table to break one of their noses, so Doloric's ordering a new one."

Edgar Holden wrote:Ed smiled slightly again. "Do not worry yourself too much about it. Think of it like this, if you were prone to fall prey to yourlust, it would have happened last time you did it if at all. You don't simply become a demon, it's always a choice. When you choose to take a life, you always carry that blood with you wherever you go, that is why when you do kill, make sure it's the blood of the guilty on your hands, and never the blood of the innocent. Do that, and you would have honored both sides of your masters philosophy. Just remember, even if you enjoy power like that, keeping it in reserve for when it is the right time to use it is in itself it's own power."

Ed laughed at Narumeia's antics, and was glad that she was loosening up enough and enjoying her freedom from prejudice. It made him reconsider whether or not to activate her hidden potential, and give her the power to assume mortal form at her own will. She did deserve that choice on her own, and besides, it would help speed up her healing of Jarrod if she had greater power and control. He remembered Alexus' joy simply from being given a name, and the real power he needed to protect his human charges when the need arose. His compulsion to protect Catherine and Damien was sparked from Ed's own orders. Alexus viewed Ed not just as the prince of Hell, he viewed him as a saviour for freeing him, and fulfilling the Empress's promise without resorting to needless bloodshed. A strange trait fora Demon of hell, but Alexus said that everyone there was angry at being judged as sin without ever having a chance to be anything else.

Ed looked at naru again when she bought up the greaser gang and Jarrod, and smiled. "He has just landed in Cretu general Hospital, and is undergoing surgery right now. As for the greasers..." he stretched his mind out a little, and immediately found them, hastily bandaging 'Fire Crotch's" nose up and stemming the bloodflow. He was hopping mad and getting about a half dozen more members of the gang and shouting obsenities in a nearby bardhouse they were renting for their clubhouse and illicit trading outpost. He sensed that Naru's earlier thought was right, the gang was worried about a loss of standing and reputation with their allies and superiors. 'Fire Crotch' was eassuring them that with their current outpost, they were untouchable as they held the only land road that ran through the forest, making them indispensable to the organisations local operations.

Edgar smiled sinisterly. That barnhouse will become their tomb. "Looks like we have a place for their funerals..." he said with a harsh sounding sneer.

Nessvyn wrote:Ness gasped. "Wow... they still here? The patron I mean? I should shake their hand!" she said. She'd had a few run ins with them. They once pulled up her skirt in public, but with the aid of Sig, and Master Doomhammer, the punks never bothered her again, not to mention she bit deep into one of the bunch's hands, last she knew, it scarred over.

Narumeia wrote:Naru nodded he pink flushed face, and thought of Jarrod and the Greasers. "Sounds like we have a battlefield then. We could either strike with a frontal assault... or lull them into a false sense of security. After all, I am quite plastered... but they don't know that I'm not all that I seem... Even drunk, I won't be at risk unless they actually have something like Valor rounds chambered in their weapons. Though, they don't seem that well equipped to be carrying any of that ammunition. Valor rounds are expensive, its like 25 Gil per round chambered for a forty-five caliber weapon." she says with a sigh, but if anything her master told her, was to expect the unexpected of enemies. He seemed to stress that a lot, and never really talked about it, but he said he once let a rival get the best of him, by making him wait... Losing one's cool in a battle, and thinking that you've already one before the battle started are more than likely to get you killed, he told her. So even though they may be too poorly equipped from first glance... there was that possibility now that she thought of it. "On second thought, it's probably best we ambush them at the barn then." she amended, not that she was afraid one of them may be carrying such rounds with Ed about anyhow.

Edgar Holden wrote:Ed nodded with a grin, "That's her. She only really gets persecuted by Vodvelk Greywatch, but her fears are for being ridiculed for her tiny frame more than her demonic features. I guess nobody really told her it's not the size of the body that matters, but the power of her will. Even the smallest person can change the course of the future..."

He nodded to Naru when she accepted the planned course of action regarding the thugs and began to unscrew the cap on his whisky, when naru eyed it and asked for a mug full. He looked at her for a moment, judging her current insobriety to mere ale, and shrugged and thought 'why the heck not?' and proceeded to fill the mug up with the amber whisky, before handing Naru the mug. "Be careful with that. Whisky is a whole hell of a lot stronger than ale." and with that he let the mug go and watched with an expectant grin.

Edgar Holden wrote:Ed's smile said all he needed to say at Naru's drunken antics. He reached across the table and pressed his index finger to her forhead gently. "You are, really very drunk right now." he said as he let some of his own power dilute the alchololic mixture in her belly to lessen the effect to a comfortable buzz, rather than a drowning ferret in a bubble of raw alchohol.

"If you overindulge, you'll become quite sick, and then you'll have trouble focusing tonight. Your 3/4ths demon, but even demons don't break down alchohol quickly, especially if they have not fed on life energy in a while." he explained, all the while wearing that grin on his face.

Edgar Holden wrote:Ed chuckled lightly. "Yeah, well, I can still purchase your meal of choice at dinnertime, if you have solid food in your belly when we go.... 'Hunting' tonight, you'll feel better. Unless you plannd to physically eat the prey as well?" Ed chuckled at the notion a little and looked out of the window into the village even as the people calmed down slightly to try and continue their daily activities.

"Hmm... it would seem they are calming down to less frightened levels of fear. The dragon is resting in it's cave, I can sense it now... But I also know it's not coming to this village, despite marking Jarrod as a target. The creature is not some idiotic rube or animal... It has become curious as to the explosion in Gailden a few hours ago." 'An explosion I caused no less... That means it's coming for me too...' he thought that last bit to himself.

Edgar Holden wrote:Ed looked back at Narumeia, and replied. "Well, as it so happens, as the crown prince of Hell, I have certain powers over other demons. I have the ability to unlock your full potential, and free you from your constraints to the Demon Realm, or even Hell itself. This is a little easier since you also have mortal blood in you, but I can essentially give you the same open choice that all mortals have. As a bonus, it increases your powers dramatically. I can't say what your new powers will manifest as, but as a demon with mortal blood in you, you also have access to mortals hidden capability of unlimited potential. The only downside is, you will aquire an appetite, either for a lot more mortal made food and beverages, or more mortal life energies."

When Narumeia asked about the dragons intent, he sighed and looked out the window. "She's marked him as a potential future meal, but didn't want to eat them both at once, so she pretty much forced him to watch her eat his girlfriend whole. She believes she has broken him, the sadistic lizard, and thinks he will never again put up the same fight when she comes for him." His answer was the truth, even though it condemned the creatures intent.

"Well, we can go to our suites and rest up, or we could get some food, or get to know people in the village market. Depends on what you feel up to doing." Ed answered looking back at Narumeia.

Edgar Holden wrote:Ed tried to explain - "Demons are sometimes bound by their very nature, or their servitude to higher demons. I can break those shackles. And I can read your memories, so I know how you fight. Impressive indeed, but the enemies you will face once we reach the Asrond Spire may indeed challenge your perceptions of what you would consider an overwhelmingly tough opponent." He smiled at her confidence though, which let him lean back in his chair a little.

Ed smirked a little. "So you wish to revisit the market? Hopefully not to purchase too many more chocolate bars, you'll spoil dinner, and the....dessert" he said.

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Nessvyn wrote:Ness gasped. "Wow... they still here? The patron I mean? I should shake their hand!" she said. She'd had a few run ins with them. They once pulled up her skirt in public, but with the aid of Sig, and Master Doomhammer, the punks never bothered her again, not to mention she bit deep into one of the bunch's hands, last she knew, it scarred over.

(OOC: Posting for Random NPCs)

The bartender smiled, nodded, and indicated to the overly large man in black armor and robes, and the lavender haired woman sitting in one of the enclosed booths. "That's them over there, the big guy in black and the girl with the light pink hair, who by now looks as tipsy as you can get!" The bar tender laughed, and if Nessvyn looked at the table itself, she would notice a thick smear of blood on the edge of the table.

Narumeia wrote:Naru nodded he pink flushed face, and thought of Jarrod and the Greasers. "Sounds like we have a battlefield then. We could either strike with a frontal assault... or lull them into a false sense of security. After all, I am quite plastered... but they don't know that I'm not all that I seem... Even drunk, I won't be at risk unless they actually have something like Valor rounds chambered in their weapons. Though, they don't seem that well equipped to be carrying any of that ammunition. Valor rounds are expensive, its like 25 Gil per round chambered for a forty-five caliber weapon." she says with a sigh, but if anything her master told her, was to expect the unexpected of enemies. He seemed to stress that a lot, and never really talked about it, but he said he once let a rival get the best of him, by making him wait... Losing one's cool in a battle, and thinking that you've already one before the battle started are more than likely to get you killed, he told her. So even though they may be too poorly equipped from first glance... there was that possibility now that she thought of it. "On second thought, it's probably best we ambush them at the barn then." she amended, not that she was afraid one of them may be carrying such rounds with Ed about anyhow.

Edgar smiled again slightly and said "I wouldn't worry about their weaponry anyway. Even if they had valor rounds, I can block bullets just fine. We'll wait till nightfall to ambush them, that is when they will calm down enough to be vulnerable to either ambush, or frontal assault inside the barn, as they will get enough confidence back into them to delude themselves into a false sense of security."

He then sensed something, and looked back towards the bar, and saw a young short woman looking at them, and noticed the small horns protruding from her head. He did not sense malice about her, and noted she had plenty of mortal characteristics in her. "Huh... Coincidentally, we come across another half demon right here in this little village." he said and smiled.

Edgar Holden wrote:"The demons of Hell are a whole different level of powerful and nasty. Of that, you can be assured..." Ed said, losing any sort of smile at that comment, and placing a hand idly on his chest wound, before placing it back on the table. "Yes, there are monsters from that place that can rip dimensional barriers to shreds and cause a lot of subspace damage, and even temporal damage. I've noticed that since I've been here, no echoes of such damage has occurred for a few million years. While this is good, as in the planet is not destroyed or uninhabitable, it is also a bad thing, because it means that nobody here, except perhaps myself, is capable of challenging beings of that level of power..."

Ed sighed as he realised something. These people on Galivan may have a variety of wonderous powers and skills at their command compared to those of his homeworld, but they were equally as unprepared to face an opposing force of such a scale of numbers, technology and sheer raw power. Some individuals under his mothers command were more then capable of cracking planets apart in a wide number of ways... The only thing he could think of was to prey that he was now strong enough to challenge them, and his mother. he trained fanatically for 13 years after his previous defeat and humiliation at her hands. His face was a deep frown at the thought.

Naru;s outburst brought him out of his self induced funk and he blinked at her. Then he laughed. "Oh no Naru, I'm not saying you can't! I'm saying that you SHOULDN'T. I won't stop you form doing whatever you want to do, but I also won't be able to ease the pain when you get sick from eating too much chocolate. Eeeeveerything in moderation as they say." Ed continued to laugh at Naru's pout.

Narumeia wrote:"Well, for now, I'll hold off on the upgrade. And you damn straight that you can't stop me from buying more chocolate...but, you never know! I may not even buy chocolate... there may be a few amenities I'd like to buy or other gear. Perhaps find out more info on the state of affairs here." she says still slightly buzzed and pink in the face. "Moderation...pff... you just demons live in the extremes not too long ago." she then shook her head, sighing. "Bah, now I'm confused again..." she slipped out of the seat, standing up. She wobbled for a moment, but then managed to hold her ground. She turned from Ed, to the little demoness staring at them. "...Ed is there something in my hair, or can she...?" she began, her tone low.

Nessvyn wrote:She turned to face them, noticing them both easily. However, the girl who was tipsy...



...had rounded horns sticking from the sides of her head and outward pointed ears, similar to her own.

She blinked at them for a couple moments. The ears and horns seemed to 'shimmer' though when ever the woman went to run her hand through her hair, it would pass through the horns like if they were not there. She turned to the bar tender again. "Are you..." she was beginning to say to the bar man, before she closed her eyes and sighed. "...sure Doloric won't mind me coming up to talk to him?" she asked, turning to the pair again. If the demons behind her were going to cause trouble, it seemed it was only to the scum bags who they took care of. There was no need to put unnecessary attention on them, and get people worried.

Edgar Holden wrote:

The Barkeep looked at Ness a little puzzled. "No  Ness, why would Doloric mind seeing you?"

However, after the barkeep finished speaking, Ness heard Ed's voice inside her mind. "You don't need to be afraid, Nessvyn, we are not here to harm your village or it's people. My name is Edward, the big guy in black armor."

Edgar Holden wrote:

Narumeia wrote:"Well, for now, I'll hold off on the upgrade. And you damn straight that you can't stop me from buying more chocolate...but, you never know! I may not even buy chocolate... there may be a few amenities I'd like to buy or other gear. Perhaps find out more info on the state of affairs here." she says still slightly buzzed and pink in the face. "Moderation...pff... you just demons live in the extremes not too long ago." she then shook her head, sighing. "Bah, now I'm confused again..." she slipped out of the seat, standing up. She wobbled for a moment, but then managed to hold her ground. She turned from Ed, to the little demoness staring at them. "...Ed is there something in my hair, or can she...?" she began, her tone low.

"Yes, I said demons live in extremes. But you, are part human. You can temper yourself to quell the extremes with discipline and courage. That means you have an advantage." Ed explained.

he smiled at the mention of Nessvyn seeing through the illusion. "Well, she is part demon too, and I didn't design the illusion to fool demon senses, only mortal ones, so you wouldn't be persecuted. Besides, she doesn't intend to point it out. She sympathises with your plight, more than you realise."