Setting
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.
"Damn it!" She slid the lox snacks down the bar, bounding over the treats and at the madness. Lunging, she sent forth a force of vampyric manipulation. "Ix! Guards!" Daemala called, grabbing a bottle of blood wine and hurling it at the dark man who was causing all of this chaos.
"Out! Now!" She whirled to the now feral person who had felled a guard, signaling for the non vampyric ones to make their exit.
"I really don't want to have to kick you out, either!" Daemala warned, another blood wine bottle ready to be fired.
Do not provoke us with the bonegleam shining from your broken bodies. It is a transgression against the night. Pedals, falling into the river. You are the flowers the Children will pick and cast into dead water.
Suddenly, an overwhelmingly powerful psychic presence would attempt to rip through the mental barriers of anyone in the tavern. It would tear through their subconscious like wet tissue paper before violently yanking out every fear, every nightmare, and every foul memory that was buried beneath the lobes of their cortices. The presence would then inflict the nightmares upon their fragile minds. Every fear, every night-terror, every heartbreaking sadness and agony, would become as real as the ground they walked on, like demons flaying bone-laced whips across their souls.
Give in to your fear...
She ran her hands through her hair, gripping at it as though she was trying to tear it out. The blood from her kill slicked over the strands, dying them burgundy with its gruesome beauty. "I didn't mean it. I never meant it." After all this time she was finally breaking.
The Vampire thundered, hair erupting on the back of his neck and hands. Visibly his fangs extended, as he and Daemala worked together against the pressures on everyone's third eye.Enough!
Reisel said to Gro'chal, the presence, "Without returning until you can coexist," The soldiers joined in on the mental pressure, slowly taking part in the rising resistance against the presence. Reisel crossed to M. Dietrich as Daemala stood with her eyes closed on the table, chanting to herself.You will leave,
Upon seeing the change of heart his target has, quickly sends an organic anchor borrowing into the floor which stops him from colliding with her. Ix looks around uncomfortably, at a loss of what he should do.
The presence would abruptly vanish, along with any trace of the trench-coated man. Even the memories of his appearance - his voice - would be mysteriously missing from their minds. All but the shadow of his sinister consciousness had disappeared. There were no footprints or scents. It was as if the man had never stepped into the establishment to begin with.
"I might need some water so I can clean up a little," she murmured.
"Men," He said slightly bewildered, "Help Madame Tauvyr clean the tavern." He bowed his head, extending a hand to M. Dietrich. Daemala looked at her clothes with slight horror, then back to the corpse. Oh shit, oh dear, oh crap.
"I so apologize, madame," She gushed, hopping from the table and righting the bottle. It was then Daemala looked to the crumpled, broken, feral lady.
"Are you alright?" The corpse was a corpse. Daemala bothered not with it while another soldier dragged it away. "Ix, the salmon?" She looked then to the ruined bottle of wine and the tables. Reisel held up a hand.
"We've got it, ma'am."
"Perhaps we can converse later, for now I must heed my men."
"Here you go! I figured we should all look our best when on the job," She whirled, presenting her own to-the-knee black dress and burgundy pinafore. She looked absolutely darling.
"Who is that?" She pointed to the gnome, thing.
Ix joins in on the laughter, his voice much deeper
"You just have a certain.... Way about you. And you should know by now that I don't burn my cooking." The gnome turns a darker shade of green and with a flick of his wrist reactivates his spell so that he is once again at eye level. "Ah greetings. I am Wilhelm Ixme, Sorcerer Chef supreme. My friend, Ix, was telling me that you had an opening at your fine establishment."
"And you're hired. Say you can cook?" Like lightning the woman produced a menu from seemingly nowhere.
"Familiarize yourself with this," She pushed the clothes towards him, "Wear these," Daemala began ushering the gnome towards the kitchens, "Burn nothing." Turning on her heel, she addressed Ix again. "Customers!"