Setting
A wine bar who's target demographic is the mysterious and supernatural, specializing in wines, spirits, and bloods. Tauvyr Tavern is always looking to expand their import, and boast "one of a five" bottles more than popular drafts.
In fact, getting a commercial beer here is quite the chore, though if you ask for the most sophisticated brew you could think of they might carry it. On tap, they only have one beer. It happens to be an archaic import from some southern mountain range called Drakkus , very dark and very hoppy. In contrast, the most popular wine is Blud, a red wine infused with biorganics procured specifically for Vampires. Another Terran Favorite is Gruul, hailing from Gruul Wineries from the far away continent of Therrier-Paix.
Tauvyr Tavern is also a popular place for liquor enthusiasts. The establishment offers a delectable selection of tapas and finger foods. This is the hub of adult life in Verinotte Hollow, and holds Karaoke every full moon.
In fact, getting a commercial beer here is quite the chore, though if you ask for the most sophisticated brew you could think of they might carry it. On tap, they only have one beer. It happens to be an archaic import from some southern mountain range called Drakkus , very dark and very hoppy. In contrast, the most popular wine is Blud, a red wine infused with biorganics procured specifically for Vampires. Another Terran Favorite is Gruul, hailing from Gruul Wineries from the far away continent of Therrier-Paix.
Tauvyr Tavern is also a popular place for liquor enthusiasts. The establishment offers a delectable selection of tapas and finger foods. This is the hub of adult life in Verinotte Hollow, and holds Karaoke every full moon.
It is widely accepted that the bar is protected by members from the Force Vankoryth. There is a seemingly unknown presence of 4 Peaceful Vampyric soldiers at any given time, but they remain in the shadows until summoned by an employee or chaos. Citizens should fear not of their firearms, for they shoot only nonlethal substances meant to down, not kill. Despite the presence of the Vampyric guards, all supernatural citizens of Terra are encouraged and welcome to enjoy the ambiance of Tauvyr Tavern in peace. Feuds are generally pushed to the square.
Tauvyr Tavern
Notorious for their vast selection of rare and rich wines and spirits, Tauvyr Tavern is the hub of mature life in Verinotte Hollow. This tavern caters primarily to the supernatural, serving more concoctions than cocktails. Tapas and hours'devours served.
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M. Dietrich [127] A beautiful woman who reflects no color, she looks like she stepped off a movie reel from the fifties, and she may very well have.
BEN (drowned) [92] You've met with a terrible fate...
Jillian Holt [83] A former inquisitor turned Deamonette. She actively searches for those who will join her cause.
Xith [79] A tiny reddish-copper pseudodragon
Elizabeth York [74]
Jsck [66] "Everyone has a past. It's just some of us run from the past."
Elisio Sepulveda [66] "I used to be the guy you came to if you wanted things done quick, I still do that in some way, but now I do it for the law, I serve the citizens of Wing City"
(William Toffler) [59]
Mimi (Experiment: 1367) [58] "My friends protect me..."
Xvander [58] An alien prospector of sorts, he is an advanced scout looking for new worlds and realms for his people to conquer.
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Available Wares
Bottle of Blud (Æ32011 Vintage) |
2 remaining | 500,000.00 bits | Buy for 500,000.00 bits » |
Flagon of Drakkus |
467 remaining | 140,000.00 bits | Buy for 140,000.00 bits » |
Thousand-Faced Wine |
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Bottle of Gruul |
21,976 remaining | 227.27 bits | Buy for 227.27 bits » |
Fire Mead |
299,942 remaining | 66.67 bits | Buy for 66.67 bits » |
With the same steady and intimidating stride, the trench-coated man made his way to an empty table on the far side of the room. The seat creaked beneath his weight. His shadowed face slowly rotated in each direction as he scanned the room. As he did so, his mind wandered, but not into ordinary things like the game this Sunday, or a daughter's ballet recital, or what he had to pick up from the store on the way home so his wife wouldn't nag him all night. No, his mind found a much more entertaining pastime - probing its cousins. The man's consciousness slowly spread outward like an invisible fog, and it peered into the minds and souls of every tenant within the building like a homeless looting a dump, or a book-worm meandering through a library. However, it didn't waste time with minute things like idle thoughts and embarrassing secrets.
It sought after their fears.
It sought after their fears.
M. Dietrich could feel a strange sensation in her mind, like fingers probing through cotton. But she couldn't tell, and it seemed to fade quickly enough. Gro'chal would find a mind and soul clad in silver. He may tell that she had memories, emotions, hopes and fears, but no way to detect what they are. If he should probe deeper the silver would harden against him.
[i] The probing struck her as odd, and even though it snaked into her mind and made her spine tingle, Selmaina didn't really think to shield herself against it. There were memories there. Long, painful, and grueling memories that stretched back impossibly far, but one could say that Selmaina was completely fearless. Of all the things that had attempted to harm her, almost nothing brought her to a paralyzing state of panic.
But wait...there was one thing. A memory of a girl without control, and the fear of losing it again held onto that memory like a vise. She couldn't risk losing control. She couldn't.
But wait...there was one thing. A memory of a girl without control, and the fear of losing it again held onto that memory like a vise. She couldn't risk losing control. She couldn't.
The trench-coated man glanced towards Dietrich. He could feel the resistance against him. Gro'chal smiled wickedly as the challenge was presented. Even the most elaborate of mental defenses had a flaw, and the mind was his playground - his domain. If there was anyone that could break through the defenses, it was him. Slowly yet deliberately, his consciousness squirmed like a slithering serpent around the lobes and layers of her psychic defenses, searching for a sliver of an opening.
At the same time, the psychic focused his presence upon Selmaina. He focused on that one fear. Like a patient fisherman, he lowered his lure deeper into her subconscious.
What will make you break...
At the same time, the psychic focused his presence upon Selmaina. He focused on that one fear. Like a patient fisherman, he lowered his lure deeper into her subconscious.
What will make you break...
Daemala rummaged behind the bar, doing her best to ignore the probing. She fished the darkest bloodiest of wines, as well as the whitest and least bloody wine. Approaching the intimidating trench coated man, she held up the two bottles.
"Would you like to try a new import?"
"Would you like to try a new import?"
M. Dietrich felt the pressure again and put a hand against her forehead gently, as if trying to rid herself of a headache. Gro'chal's slithering attempt to get into her mind was rebuffed, gaps hardening against him as soon as he attempted to gain entrance. Finally she hummed to herself a slow melody of relaxation and meditation as one does on a Lazy Afteroon. At once her mind protected itself. Liquid silver seeming to pour over it, encasing it in the most adamant protections against even his insistent intrusions.
Selmaina's lips lifted, and her stony mask broke as a snarl rumbled deep in her throat. The sound was far beyond anything a human could make, and rippled over the air, seething with threat. "It won't happen again," she hissed under her breath.
Behind the faraway look in her lupine-yellow eyes, she could still see it. She'd been too weak to stop herself, too weak even to pull away from the deepest of her instincts. What could she have possibly done? It wasn't her fault, it was her nature. But if it wasn't her fault, then why did she feel so guilty?
Behind the faraway look in her lupine-yellow eyes, she could still see it. She'd been too weak to stop herself, too weak even to pull away from the deepest of her instincts. What could she have possibly done? It wasn't her fault, it was her nature. But if it wasn't her fault, then why did she feel so guilty?
Daemala placed the bottles on the table, along with a wine key, eager to escape the probing. With a polite curtsy, she returned to the bar to find their stock of Orvietto Abboccato, '82. When she finally located the swamp hued bottle at the bottom of a wine rack, she had almost worked up a sweat.
Triumphant, Daemala selected a pristine crystal glass from the back counter and sauntered over to M. Dietrich. She placed the glass on the table, swiftly uncorked the bottle, and poured a sampling amount.
Daemala waited for the tasting to leave the bottle behind.
Triumphant, Daemala selected a pristine crystal glass from the back counter and sauntered over to M. Dietrich. She placed the glass on the table, swiftly uncorked the bottle, and poured a sampling amount.
Daemala waited for the tasting to leave the bottle behind.
"It WAS your fault..." a Voice rose from within Selmaina's subconscious. "What can change the nature of Man - or Monster? Nothing... Hope is an illusion, and you will be alone in the end." As the Voice whispered through her mind, a steady thumping echoed in her ears. It was like a door being splintered. Chains of will and fear rattled from behind it, mixing with the low growl of the Beast Within.
The trench-coated man turned to the waitress and gave her a nod. "My thanks, madam." he said in a dark yet intelligent voice. With a flick of his gloved hand, one of the bottles lifted into the air. A pop erupted from the container as the cork exploded across the room. The glass slid beneath the bottle and the wine poured into it.
The trench-coated man turned to the waitress and gave her a nod. "My thanks, madam." he said in a dark yet intelligent voice. With a flick of his gloved hand, one of the bottles lifted into the air. A pop erupted from the container as the cork exploded across the room. The glass slid beneath the bottle and the wine poured into it.
Daemala flung out the hand not holding the bottle, whipping her energy to catch the cork before it shattered into her supply of crystal. Not before the grand opening, damnit!
Gently, she lowered the cork to the counter.
Alright. Add "Hire Bouncer" to list of things to do.
Gently, she lowered the cork to the counter.
Alright. Add "Hire Bouncer" to list of things to do.
The door opens as a tall man with wavey brown hair in biker leathers walks in, his steps loud and autibal
M. Dietrich looked at the wine and a slow smile spread across her face, a beautiful thing to behold, that smile, delight so pure, nothing false or withheld. She gingerly picked up the crystal glass, though once she did the wine within lost all color and turned to gray scale just as she was. She didn't seem not notice or mind however as she brought it to her lips, not yet sipping but taking a deep breath between her lips and nose. "Yes... this is it..." She didn't need more to confirm this was exactly what she wanted, the tasting sip was a delightful formality. She let the wine settle on her tongue and breath with her for a few moments before she swallowed and nodded to Daemala to pour the rest of the glass, but she hesitated before asking the woman to leave the bottle. "If you have some appropriate food I would be ever so grateful. Salmon preferred."
Her head whipped around, fiercely predatory gaze fixing on Gro'chal. It had to be coming from him. It started when he entered and none of the others would be that unnecessarily vindictive. He was the voice. That voice echoing in her head and tearing away at the walls she'd spent oh so many years building to hide the one thing she regretted. Her shoulders rolled and her bared teeth glinted in the light. Did they look sharper than before, or was it just a trick?
Her fingernails drove into the table, sizable chunks of wood dislodging into her palms as she strove to keep her voice calm. Though despite her efforts, the inhumanly beautiful sound was laced with strain and rage. "I don't think probing around in my head is any of your business, sir." The last word was spat through her teeth, almost as though she was trying to refrain from using an insult.
Her fingernails drove into the table, sizable chunks of wood dislodging into her palms as she strove to keep her voice calm. Though despite her efforts, the inhumanly beautiful sound was laced with strain and rage. "I don't think probing around in my head is any of your business, sir." The last word was spat through her teeth, almost as though she was trying to refrain from using an insult.
Daemala smiled, watching the glass turn in color but careful not to react. She poured the rest of the glass, uncapping an ice bucket and prepping the bottle inside.
"I suspect you would like this chilled?" She was prepared to remove the bottle and cap the bucket, need be. As for salmon, Daemala smiled again. "Yes, would you enjoy some lox snacks?" She then turned to the newcomer.
"May I help you, Sir?" Quickly, she recognized her fellow brethren, "Ix! It's been so long. How may I help you?"
"I suspect you would like this chilled?" She was prepared to remove the bottle and cap the bucket, need be. As for salmon, Daemala smiled again. "Yes, would you enjoy some lox snacks?" She then turned to the newcomer.
"May I help you, Sir?" Quickly, she recognized her fellow brethren, "Ix! It's been so long. How may I help you?"
"Lox would be perfect thank you," a light meal was perfect with the wine, a sweeter white than the usual dryer variety, it wasn't suited for a full meal. She looked around the restaurant briefly and then back at Daemala. She was about to speak but the woman was distracted by the newcomer. It could wait until her meal arrived to broach the subject.
They are coming for you...
Thump.
You can never escape darkness, it flocks to you always.
Thump.
You hunger. You must feed. You must hunt. Kill. Rend. Mutilate!
Crash!
You are tainted. The stain shall never wash out. The sun will never shine upon you again. Tainted... Broken... Little toy...
A growl.
Thump.
You can never escape darkness, it flocks to you always.
Thump.
You hunger. You must feed. You must hunt. Kill. Rend. Mutilate!
Crash!
You are tainted. The stain shall never wash out. The sun will never shine upon you again. Tainted... Broken... Little toy...
A growl.
"Waitress!" What was supposed to be a polite call came out as a violent shriek, skipping six octaves above Selmaina's usual pitch. Her hand shot up into the air as she attempted to flag down Daemala. Her teeth were gritted and her eyes were screwed shut, her brows twitching periodically with discomfort. Focus. Calm. Shut it out.
The terrible monster that was about to pounce on Daemala stops dead in his tracks, arms, still raised in the air ready to strike. When he opens his mouth the voice doesn't fit, sounding more like a whining teenager "How could you tell it was me? or that I was here!!". With a pop the monster is gone and gets replaced by a slightly overweight man in tee-shirt and jeans.
Daemala was halfway towards the kitchen when she heard the call.
Whipping to face the dark force man, she projected her own dark energy forth. Using suppression, sending a calming wave around the rest of the bar, Daemala stared deep into his eyes.
"Take the fire outside or extinguish it where it dares to sprout," She projected, her eyes darkening. Four soldiers who had been previously hidden in the shadows made themselves present by stepping once forth. Certain they could handle the problem, she disappeared to get the snacks, but not before saying, "You have been warned."
Whipping to face the dark force man, she projected her own dark energy forth. Using suppression, sending a calming wave around the rest of the bar, Daemala stared deep into his eyes.
"Take the fire outside or extinguish it where it dares to sprout," She projected, her eyes darkening. Four soldiers who had been previously hidden in the shadows made themselves present by stepping once forth. Certain they could handle the problem, she disappeared to get the snacks, but not before saying, "You have been warned."
M. Dietrich looked up at the woman who was crying out. She was about to speak about how rude it was to shout like that, but it became obvious to her that the woman was in some sort of pain. She immediately rose with a silken ease and walked over to the woman with a smooth stride and reached out to her. She put a hand on Selmaina's shoulder, unknowing extending her protection over the woman. "What's wrong? Can I help?" She felt compelled to try and help the woman. Her voice earnest hoping that in some way she could assist this stranger.
Daemala popped her head out from the kitchen, and beckoned forth Ix.
"You're hired. Immediately. Come."
"You're hired. Immediately. Come."
A small laugh escapes from his lips, but the shapeshifter does as he is bid and heads over to the kitchen.
Selmaina Kamarro immediately shrugged the hand off, nearly slapping it away. One of her fists slammed into the table with frustration as the waitress disappeared. She'd had a decent handle on the situation, but she needed...
"There's blood-laced wine here. Bring it to me if you can." Her words were tight, infused with all the tension of a tightrope strung between two skyscrapers. She looked down at her fist, one eyebrow raising when she saw the solid dent she'd put into the table. "Now." [/i]
"There's blood-laced wine here. Bring it to me if you can." Her words were tight, infused with all the tension of a tightrope strung between two skyscrapers. She looked down at her fist, one eyebrow raising when she saw the solid dent she'd put into the table. "Now." [/i]
The form of the trench-coated man would shimmer away, and the world to Selmaina would become dark. Every flicker of light would fade from her vision as a sinister mocking laugh filled her ears. A hundred voices, jeering, insulting, cursing, raged in her mind. A thousand ghostly eyes, glaring, sneering, unblinking, stared at her through the darkness.
"Are you thinking of your loved ones now? How you will never see them again? Uou have done such hurtful things. The people you know shall rejoice in your death."
As the soldiers entered the tavern, Selmaina would see them with scornful faces filled with malice and treachery. "They ahve turned against you... now, take your revenge. Kill them all, BEFORE THEY KILL YOU!"
"Are you thinking of your loved ones now? How you will never see them again? Uou have done such hurtful things. The people you know shall rejoice in your death."
As the soldiers entered the tavern, Selmaina would see them with scornful faces filled with malice and treachery. "They ahve turned against you... now, take your revenge. Kill them all, BEFORE THEY KILL YOU!"
Selmaina Kamarro rose from her seat, mouth wide open and an unearthly roar tearing from her throat. Her black hair whipped in an unseen wind and the shadows that had once been calmly settled around her feet now raged around her in a torrent of wicked rage. Her eyes, flashing impossibly fast in-between a bright, cold blue and their usual yellow, were wild with her fury. Her hands hooked into claws as she launched herself towards the nearest soldier.
She arced towards him gracefully, like an eel shooting through water, but so fast that by the time one could track her movement, his head was already separated from his body and dangling from her blood-soaked hands. Snarling like a caged animal, she threw the bloodied piece of human into the nearest corner and smiled at the remaining guards. She brought a finger to her lips, her tongue snaking out to lick the blood from it. "Which one of you is next?" Oh this. She'd missed this. She'd missed the fear in their eyes, the terror at her strength. Ohh yes, she'd missed this.
She arced towards him gracefully, like an eel shooting through water, but so fast that by the time one could track her movement, his head was already separated from his body and dangling from her blood-soaked hands. Snarling like a caged animal, she threw the bloodied piece of human into the nearest corner and smiled at the remaining guards. She brought a finger to her lips, her tongue snaking out to lick the blood from it. "Which one of you is next?" Oh this. She'd missed this. She'd missed the fear in their eyes, the terror at her strength. Ohh yes, she'd missed this.