Adventurers Guild Adventurer's Guild - Main Tavern

Oh...I guess I better leave...

 

OOC (The great being capable of making disasters happens only to Eun-Ha): this

 

Blame @Ldyrdy for not updating the register if your name isnt there. Come in anyway!

 

Eh? Oh. Well, I was about to go hang out with Kayla. I guess I'll bring some food to her.

Night!

 

OOC (The great god who is about to finish his plans to harrass Eun-Ha again): I am sleepy, I'll give permission to do whatever you guys want to do with Eun-Ha (my character) as long as it stays in character.

 

Finally someone entered the tavern. I perked up, they were carrying food, lots of it. The party was apparently for an adventurer named Biel, like it mattered. Quietly, I padded up to the food, goodness there was a lot. Tail twitching, I randomly grabbed a piece of the cooked meat and went back to my seat and begin to eat. Delicious.

 

Villan's POV
Another party huh....
"Villan~"(Kulyuk)
(What the! What is he doing here?! What is the elf goddess doing here too?! And you aswell Dark Angel?!)
"We're coming for the party and we got something to gift to the girls named Reachii and Eun Ha."(Kulyuk)
"A gift?"(Villan)(What did those two do for them to receive the gift?)

 

OOC: come in, we have an angry chaos herald for you~

 

Villan came to the tavern followed by the mythical trio behind him

 

Alright, four people came in and suddenly both Biel and Eun-Ha attacked with bloodlust unfitting of their usual self. Completely lethal attack, too. It's directed to that tuxedo winged guy from last time, I notice.

Well, I'm also unhappy with what he did but come on, self restraint guys?

"I'll rip your balls off and feed it to you!!!" Was what Eun-Ha shouted. Oookay, that's a bit excessive...

 

[Good luck with that](Kalon)

 

OOC: from their timezone, at least four hours before reply. I dont know Biel's chaos transformation.

 

From high above the world I hear the arrogance of humanity calling out to me. Finally angered, I tear out of my lair and dive from the heights of orbit towards the guild tavern, without bothering to prepare anything but myself. I will need no clothe nor blade for this.

Why do they dare to summon me? What possible purpose could that have for which they would desire one such as myself to interfere?
And do they understand the consequences of such if it is to be futile.

I decide against bring in down the full force of asteroidal impact on the fool who called me. I slow just enough that I can control the damage of my impact, ripping a hole in the roof of the structure and shattering the floor as I land, a single pitch black wing flattening onto the floor besides me. I sense the presences without looking up. To my left are two worthless gods and a fallen angel who do not seem to be the cause of my unfortunate summoning. They will live another day then. To my right is the pathetic halfling and corrupted servant of chaos. They seem to be attacking the trio, though it is likely futile. And in front of me is the being who needs to be punished, a foolish girl who seems to think that surviving three encounters with me gives her the right to call me from my home.

The tiny human mage collapses in terror as I rise, Dragonfear covering the room in an almost palpable thickness. Black flames older than this universe rise from the floor and walls, driving even the deity chaos away from my fury.

Death comes on black wings, wreathed in a cloak of darkness.

 

Somewhere along the line, Scriptor decided to take cover in a corner under her trusty wok again.

Maybe she should have just dropped off the food and gone home...

"Gus," she whispers to her snake, afraid of drawing attention from the battling guild members, "I think I made a mistake. Or maybe someone should have taken away the alcohol first..."

 

"...This will eat a lot of the guild's budget to fix...Oh, here comes the headache...Just great...sheesh..."

"You better run while you still can. Leave the food and run away."

 

No break. I can make a special quest for you though.

 

Nodding gratefully at Shadow, Scriptor edged along the walls and made her final dash to the exit. A flying fork nearly skewered her, but luckily the trusty wok saved her. It bounced off with a clang. The last backwards glance she cast at the guild revealed a frenzy of flying food, weaponry, and obscure magic.

 

Terror. Pure, unbridled killing intent filled the room, turning air into jelly and both men and deities into cowering heap. And I, the primary target of such majestic will, was no difference.

I very nearly pissed myself, crawling back miserably until I hit the wall. I trembled as I forced my head up, not even close to meet her gaze before it became too suffocating to continue.

I threw my face sideway, wheezing for air even as the supreme being took slow step closer. I pant and choked some words out, barely audible evrn for myself.

"A...ly...? Why...?"

 

I think everyone's too busy crawling away to perform a foodfight

 

It's not really a food fight, it's just that so many attacks are flying everywhere that the food is knocked in the air too. XD