Curious, Kei will follow the man and woman and listen to their conversation for a while.
Once his two dwarven ales arrive, Zaidel proposes a toast.
"To the ongoing peace between elves and dwarves! To The Returned! To our new lives!"
The big warrior then quickly drains one dwarven ale, licking his lips.
Liriiestil chuckles at Zaidel "Zaidel, where I'm from, elves and dwarves never had any racial feuds. We always had peaceful, pleasant relations with them."
"Ahh. Your world was very unique then. For across the multiverse, on many worlds, many of the first stories ever told, where that of The Elven/Dwarven Wars. Two powerful empires, divided by different ideologies, fought for dominance when their worlds were young!" expounded the big warrior. "On these many worlds, these two titanic long-lived civilizations, held their racial grunges for centuries, some times millennia, after those mythic battles."
V.K. raises his mug and says, ”Indeed friend, may all our endeavours be as eventful as they have been so far.” He then takes a swig of the dwarven ale and is immediately blown away by its strength. He shakes his head and says, ”My, that is certainly stronger than what I was sacrificed. The weak rye spirits of my followers were certainly not as good as this. Why those dwarves and elves could not have settled their troubles with a few mugs of this is confusing to say the least.”
The couple continue to argue back n forth, the woman taking apart the man's flimsy 'rationale' that these Muses exist, while he steadfastly refuses to give in, despite the logic being used against him.
The innkeeper also laughs "Your friend here is right, my people also never had conflict with our elven neighbors. We are the hills and mountains, they are the forests. All can live in harmony, when you look at it that way."
Zaidel silently cheers the innkeeper and bartender. "Then this world is doing better than about a half dozen Material Plane worlds I could mention."
One of the obvious looking adventurers perks up at Zaidel's comment "You have been to a half dozen other worlds?!" She asks, in a tone that is both impressed, but also somewhat in disbelief.
The big warrior leans back in his chair to get a better look at the questioning adventurer.
"Not personally, no", confessed Zaidel, "but I am well-versed in the history and lore of those worlds. Toril, Krynn, Oerth, Golarion, among others."
"We're also well-versed in Earth, even if it was a prison planet," Bage points out.
"We're also well-versed in Earth, even if it was a prison planet," Bage points out.
Zaidel shrugs his shoulders and replies, "Apparently so."
"Oh, well, nevermind then." She says, crestfallen, as she stands.
She extends a hand " Allandria, planar scholar and sorceress, and disappointed you have no actual knowledge of other worlds. Tis incredibly rare for me to meet another planar traveler."
The big warrior stands to greet the handshake of the elven sorceress.
Wow! I'm shaking the hand of a elf. And not a bad looker either! It's also too bad she forget about me when see meets
Liriiestil. Oh well.
"Zaidel Michigan, Material Plane Hero and Warrior. I'm not sure if it counts, but I and my fellow Returned had a short foray earlier today within an interdimensional fey enclave. It wasn't Elysium, but it was nice."
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The Vulture King stands once Zaidel has introduced himself and bows slightly before saying, "I greet you, Allandria, as the Vulture King, a minor deity given form. I was worshiped on Earth, where my companions lived, and came into true being on this world. Never matter, it is a story for another time."
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Alyssa finds ways to mock both Zaidel and V.K.
"Greetings, Allandria," she begins, with an overexaggerated curtsy "unlike my fellow companions here, I am simply a normal human trapped in the company of heroes. Truly, their tales are both legion and legendary, especially Zaidel, once you get him talking. Try very hard not to stare too long; overexposure has been known to cause feelings of grandeur, self- importance, and, most of all, delusions of insane powers. Please, be on your guard."
She gives another curtsy, then sits back down.
With a practiced straight face, Zaidel continues his introductions.
"Yes, that was Alyssa Mirai, our resident healer among other talents."
The big warrior makes a sigh of worry. "Brave girl, that one. We traveled far to Al'Lammar. We hope the celebrated doctors in this city can remove the staff of the magi that has become horribly wedged up her @$$."
Bage nearly sprays the food out of his mouth as the two begin to butt heads. Dinner and a show. Nice, Bage thinks as he begins yet another plate.
The big warrior stands to greet the handshake of the elven sorceress.
Wow! I'm shaking the hand of a elf. And not a bad looker either! It's also too bad she forget about me when see meets
Liriiestil. Oh well.
"Zaidel Michigan, Material Plane Hero and Warrior. I'm not sure if it counts, but I and my fellow Returned had a short foray earlier today within an interdimensional fey enclave. It wasn't Elysium, but it was nice."
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Allandria's returned handshake is strong, confident. "Well met Zaidel. Fey enclave eh? Be careful around them, they are tricksters par excellence. Elysium is OK, a little too wild for my liking."
Allandria's returned handshake is strong, confident. "Well met Zaidel. Fey enclave eh? Be careful around them, they are tricksters par excellence. Elysium is OK, a little too wild for my liking."
"Don't I know it", agreed Zaidel. "I could have kicked myself. I nearly accepted fey food and drink, regardless of all the stories I heard, warning me of their potential compulsion or illusionary properties", chuckled the big warrior.
The Vulture King stands once Zaidel has introduced himself and bows slightly before saying, "I greet you, Allandria, as the Vulture King, a minor deity given form. I was worshiped on Earth, where my companions lived, and came into true being on this world. Never matter, it is a story for another time."
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Turning to The Vulture King, Allandria's eyes grow hard. "Where I'm from, minor deities, demigods and their ilk tend to be more trouble than anything else."
Alyssa finds ways to mock both Zaidel and V.K.
"Greetings, Allandria," she begins, with an overexaggerated curtsy "unlike my fellow companions here, I am simply a normal human trapped in the company of heroes. Truly, their tales are both legion and legendary, especially Zaidel, once you get him talking. Try very hard not to stare too long; overexposure has been known to cause feelings of grandeur, self- importance, and, most of all, delusions of insane powers. Please, be on your guard."
She gives another curtsy, then sits back down.
The sorceress waves a dismissive hand at Alyssa "Please, do not curtsy, I am no Lady. I believe you are correct in your observation of your friend Zaidel, he does seem quite braggadocios."
With a practiced straight face, Zaidel continues his introductions.
"Yes, that was Alyssa Mirai, our resident healer among other talents."
The big warrior makes a sigh of worry. "Brave girl, that one. We traveled far to Al'Lammar. We hope the celebrated doctors in this city can remove the staff of the magi that has become horribly wedged up her @$$."
Cocking her head slightly, Allandria regards Zaidel with a look of confusion. "I am not sure what a 'staff of the magi' is, but that sounds painful. I would caution that you watch what you say about those skilled in the healing arts, as they can easily be the deciding factor between victory and defeat."
The Vulture King nods sadly before smiling and saying, "Worry not young one, for I avoid trouble wherever possible. If you require proof of my good intentions, I can gladly provide it though for interest of time I would wish not to."
The Vulture King nods sadly before smiling and saying, "Worry not young one, for I avoid trouble wherever possible. If you require proof of my good intentions, I can gladly provide it though for interest of time I would wish not to."
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Allandria takes several steps in retreat, and arcane energy springs up around her raised hand. "Stay back demon."
At her words, a cowled figure from her table stands.
The Vulture King nods sadly before smiling and saying, "Worry not young one, for I avoid trouble wherever possible. If you require proof of my good intentions, I can gladly provide it though for interest of time I would wish not to."
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Allandria takes several steps in retreat, and arcane energy springs up around her raised hand. "Stay back demon."
At her words, a cowled figure from her table stands.
As he does so, he sheds the robe he was wearing, revealing a tattooed, horned warrior . Unsheathing a pair of scimitars, he points one at VK. "Leave my sister alone vulture man."
His skin is an almost alabaster white, his hair is longer, and it's a red-ish brown color.
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Alyssa immediately stands up at Allandria's words.
"You take back what you said, you nostril-offending exhibition of genetic deficiency. I must be going dull, to conjure such an impaired apparition such as yourself."
She calmly walks right up to the man with the scimitars until the point of the scimitar pushes against her skin. "Tell her to take it back."
The big warrior immediately interposes himself inbetween V.K. and Allandria.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Let's not do anything hasty", Zaidel said, arms stretched wide and unarmed. "We were all just enjoying the food and toasting peace the races!"
Zaidel looks hard at the three adventurers before him, and notices something familiar about them from his time on Earth.
"Um..stupid question. But are we on Azeroth?!"
Bage wasn't sure where the sudden change in mood came from, but he slowly puts down the leg of meat he had been chowing on. "We can't even go one meal without a fight," Bage comments, though he is tense and ready to join should one begin.
The Vulture King puts his hands up and steps back. He nods and says quietly, ”I wish no ill intent, I would not dream of it. Please friends, I shall do all in my power to convince you of my good intentions, simply say the word.”
The sorceress turns to towards Zaidel "You know of Azeroth? Are you agents of Kil'jaeden here to prevent our return?" She asks harshly, not letting her spell go.
Meanwhile, her brother keeps his blade pointed directly at his 'foe'. "Nobody wants to see your power demon. Show your true form, minion of the Deceiver, or be cut down where you stand."
Alyssa backs off of the two as V.K. makes peace, but she's still unhappy that her friend was called a demon. As such, she stays well within striking distance, just in case she has to teach someone about manners. She really doens't want to fight, especially the guy with the sword, but shes's frustrated enough to go there, if need be.
Despite the imminent danger, Zaidel's face lights up like a gnomish firecracker.
"BY THE GODS! YOU GUYS ARE FROM AZEROTH?!" fanboyed Zaidel. "Th-that means you aren't just elves..but Blood Elves! Wow! I shook a blood elf's hand! Oh! I hear Azeroth is beautiful! Is Quel'Thalas as beautiful as they say it is?"
At first Bage was hoping it was going to be solved as a simple misunderstanding, but things were still escalating. Bage slowly stands up from the table. "Look guys, we just had to deal with killing a few demons, converting a horde of trolls, and scaring off a huge balrog today," Bage states angrily, already reverting to the 'balrog' title as the other slips his mind. "Now, I'm still very hungry, and I would like just a bit of peace and quiet so I can enjoy a quite excellent meal. So make peace, hold it off for a bit, or I'm going to have to find a way to pay this good bartender back for an obliterated tavern," Bage says, directing it at the two strangers.
Seeing the possibility of a peaceful resolution, the Vulture King smiles wider. He then says calmly, ”My true form is...large. Out of courtesy for the patrons and owner of this establishment it may be better for me to transform outside.”
At Bage's threat, the third person at the table of adventures gets up. She is decked out in full plate armor, with a shield strapped to her back. You note a large war hammer next to her seat as she stands.
"You would be wise to not threaten my sister. Stand down." She says flatly to Bage.