a slight chill in the air

[Mockadane]

Mockadane walks in a peers about at the patrons adorning the bar this night. With a slight smile he walks to the bar and orders a drink.

[Alana Stormcloud]

Alana walks slowly behind her uncle. looking for a late night snack for later on. She spots a few that deserved watching. In fact they looked positively delicious. Alana sat next to her uncle Mocky, crossing her legs and throwing off her cloak she gave her uncle a decidedly evil grin.....

[Warlord Dalamar]

Warlord Dalamar on leave followed Alana to this bar she didn't know that he loved her and alway's had. Im loyal to Tiberious but I must follow my heart. To just be close to her will have to be enough. He ordered a drink a sat down at the table with her.

[Lochabre Stonewing]

Lochabre, from the dark place it had found, watched the new entrants to the bar. Something about them seemed.... different. Not like some of the others. Not like that tall fleshed one whom seemed to be able to order others.

Lochabre's burning red eyes kept looking out of the cloak it was wearign to hide its form. Might be worthwhile watching these fleshed ones

[Morgan Dreada]

Morgan entered the bar slowly and looked around the room. It was indeed crowded as always and there was much commotion. As she walked toward the back of the bar she spotted her friend Alana, sitting next to a man she had never met. As Morgan's eyes carried to the other side the table her heart skipped a beat. It was Mockadane. She hadn't seen him in such a long time. Ever since leaving Ka'Dedus she was not sure if he had been upset with the way they parted. She almost hesitated to approach them... however a quick glance over at Alana and a smile from her dearest friend put her at immediate ease.

Walking past Alana she placed her hand on her friends shoulder and said hello then nodded her head at War Lord Dalamar, she assumed that introductions would be made presently. She slipped into the seat next to Mockadane then placed her hand in his as she leaned against his shoulder.

[Darth Turbogeek]

Turbogeek had been watching the odd cloaked person for some time now. His senses told him it was no human, but what it was, he could not tell. Being a curious person by nature and keen to know more, he was just thinking about walking over and saying hello. It would be interesting to find out and learn exactly what it was.

He also noted some new people come in the doors of the bar. His strange double vision showed their colour, which he read as dark. Not as intense as what Jeseth would be, but enough that it was quite obvious. The cloaked being he knew had a colour too, but it was a strange one, which he couldnt work out the meaning of yet.

[Death Knight Soth]

The Death Knight slowly walked in the heavy populated bar concealed by his black Sith robes. But it was the force that truly hid his darker intentions. It had only been moments before, outside, in one of the many darkened alleys that Soth relieved one of the locals of his life force. Quick and unexpected was how it went. This was always so when a creature of the night thirst after the sweet nectar of blood.

The crimson stain was still fresh on his lips as he approached his many friends that seemed to congregate around a large table. Soth smiled to himself with the thought of human trash that made up this sector. How easy it was to him. To extinguish life and to take what was rightfully his to take. The fattened human bounty was ripe for the picking.

The Dark Knight greeted his friends and made his pleasantries to those who he was not familiar with. Soth extended his hand and gestured to his blood sister, Alana Stormcloud to take a seat next to her.

"Dear sister, may I have the pleasure of your entertainment this night?" A wicked smile crossed his face as Alana glanced up to see who it was. But it was a faint sent of roses around the Knight however, that gave his presence away to her. An ancient curse and a subtle reminder of his dark past that always seemed to follow him, haunt him, much like the victims he pursued in the cool night air of Coruscant.

[Lochabre Stonewing]

The Gargoyle was becoming more and more interested in this group of fleshed ones. It's eyes shone out form under the dark hood, examining and weighing them up. Fleshed ones were a curiousity to ones like Lochabre, consisting of something very much like hard stone. Since some of it's fellow Gargoyles had travelled in the vast 'Star Ships', as they were seemingly called, there was tales of beings that were soft and disgusting of taste, plus screeched and dissolved if a Gargoyle spat on them in welcome. They were very strange these Fleshed ones , and there were ones about without count and in so may forms, it had no names for them.

But these ones,.... huymans? were some of the most plentiful. They came in different growths and outcroppings. These ones it was watching were a most unusual outcropping.

Lochabre waddled closer, his form now five foot high under the cloak that hid it. It was getting an idea it had seen an outcropping of fleshed ones like these before

[Danya Sedirna]

The freighter job hadn't turned out exactly as she'd thought. Tourist season and passengers didn't mix well with her, and apparently her employer's needs changed with the seasons. She had to be courteous, consumer-minded, and friendly. Danya was none of those while on the job. Combined with a few days of showing up intoxicated, and it was Danya's 25th job to be fired from in the past 3 years.

Soth. She'd been meaning to save up for a journey to the coordinates he had given her. Something about him, it was intoxicating. It took away the dreary boredom of this planet. Instead, hard times had kept Danya in place. She now worked double shifts at the bar, and on her off time, she became a customer. Sliding away her 8th empty shot, she was suprised to see her knight in dark armor return, along with a host of people she'd never seen before. At first, her mouth stood agape, speechless that he had returned. But her senses came back to her, and she smiled in spite of her situation.

Soth. . .

He'd come back.

[Mortaniuss]

Chink

The tray with drinks was set, rather noisily (but intentionally so), on the bartop. And standing over them, with just the ghost of a smile on his face, was the albino vampyre, Mortaniuss. He gave a slight nod to Soth while handing the appropriate drinks to everyone who had ordered.

"I hope you did not wait long. I had to get a drink of my own before serving you all. The bar-tend was quite obliging in that, but I don't think he'll be serving any more drinks tonight."

After serving the drinks, the fledgling vampyre walked around the bar, taking a seat between Soth and a lady to whom he'd not maken introductions with. With a slight tilt of his head, he looked at the woman to his side - Morgan - and made a brief introduction.

"Mortaniuss, a pleasure."

[Gurney Devries]

"Just drink yer drink, Gurney. Ain't nothing you can do here other than get yer balls hung from the rafters."

As if frightened by the thought, those very balls were climbing up against the padawan's body, making him feel very much like he had to drain the lizard - and right now.

Downing the last gulp of his Spice Beer, Gurney wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and made his way across the crowded bar to the restrooms. While he stood, listening to the sound of the water rush against the porcelain, Gurney ran through his mind a list of possibilities.

Option Number 1: Leave a reasonable amount of credits on the table and walk out, calmly but swiftly, and avoid reading the local obituaries in the morning. Stick your head in the sand, pretend nothing ever happened and go on with your life.

Right. That was just as kriffing lame as it sounded.

Option Number 2: Go back to your seat, order another beer and keep a watch on these damned creatures of the night. But they were crawling out of the woodwork like termites, and he was no exterminator. If things got rowdy, Gurney doubted he could go 10 rounds with a single one of them, much less a the whole hunting pack.

The water flow trickled off, and he knew that he had to make a choice. And his conscience was ragging on him too hard for it to be any real decision. Just where he had picked up the bloody thing - his conscience, that is - was an absolute mystery. But the thing certainly knew how to speak up an inopportune times.

So (after closing his zipper and washing his hands), Gurney made his way back to his table and ordered another drink. This was going to be one hell of a long night.

[Mockadane]

With a slight smile, Mockadane greets his old friend, then introduces everyone to each other. While introductions were being made, Mockadane gave Soth the look as if somthing was amiss. The dark cloaked figure had not gone unnoticed by the nod of assurance Soth returned.

"I'll pay for this round,if Eldorack would get here, He has my cash!" By the jeers He didnt think that his companions believed him.

[Alana Stormcloud]

Alana smiled to her friend Morgan, trying to ease the apparent unease in her. Alana gently patted the hand that she rested momentarily on her shoulder. A soft smile touched her lips as Morgan sat next to her uncle. It was always a pleasure to see them together.

Alana had smelled the Death Knight before he reached the table. the sweet scent of roses reaching her delicate senses. She turned her eyes up to Lord Soth giving him a wicked smile, she also smelled the fresh blood that still stained his lips. "Lord Soth, my brother always a pleasure." Alana said as she gestured for him to sit next to her. She had already fed on a tasty treat earlier but her eyes still watched for a snack for later.

Alana smiled as another brother to the coven came to the table. She inclined her head in greeting, sending a soft message to him. "Welcome Mortaniuss my brother of the coven."

Alana turned to Dalamar, making introductions to the table. She could feel the love he held for her and she had known for some time how he felt. She cared for Dalamar deeply and often wondered what would have come of the bond they shared if Tiberious had not returned. She sighed softly dismissing the thought. Tonight was for fun and she was going to have as much as she could. She had a feeling this night would be very interesting......

[Captain Tohmahawk]

"I hate the Senate"

With these words, the General moved away from his 'Discussion'. He was tired and was in need of a meal now. Usually, he would dine at his set apart table, the only real rank pulling he would do, but tonight, it would be the private room he had and rarely used. His temper was up from talking to the Senator and he really didnt want to be around anyone.

Boots sounding clearly as he walked, he passed by a table that was quite well filled and walked on, past a cloak being who seemed to be snuffling and also passed this Terlogee he had seen earlier. Without comment, he moved passed some of the guards that scoped the bar out, int the quiet and deserted passage, around a corner. He looked to make soure no one was looking or even about, then pressed a hand to the secret door, entering quickly and closing the door with a sigh of relief.

Damn, good to have some quiet. He needed it. But first, he checked messages on his personal terminal. Mostly the same old boring @#%$ except for one that was very, very recent, report only 2 minutes old....

Citizen found murdered, throat ripped apart by teeth....no further details.... investigation squad on the way....

He didn't go any further, as suddenly his memory rewound, backwards, mind retracing the steps of his feet... back to the well patronised table....faces.... 5? 6? Males A woman, blonde....

@#%$!

Tiredness flew from him as he quite abruptly recalled the blonde. Morgan Dreada! That would naturally lead to... The Covern were here?

"Ahhh, just what I didn't need. What the hell are those blood sucking freaks doing here?"

He almost turned to exit, then realised it was the wrong move. Not as Tohmahawk. No. Tohmahawk had compromises that he couldn;t have right now. For one, Tohmahawk did not have a Force Presence.

And they were quite clearly different men to the observer....

He breathed in once, twice, three times and relaxed his mind, allowing his mind to be exposed to the Force, dropping the Force Hide he used as the disguise.....

[Marcus QDunn]

..... and he reopened his eyes too look in the mirror to see someone different. A few hand movements and the prosthetic devices were removed, now stood the face of the Jedi Master, Marcus Q'Dunn, looking foreign over the uniform of Tohmahawk.

Amazing what a few simple changes could do. Hair, cheeks, different set of the nose. Most could be done with muscle tricks.

And erasing his presence in the Force meant no one with Jedi powers could pick it either. But the double bind of not being able to use the Force while hiding was the drawback. Something he couldnt have now.

He changed quickly, out of the uniform and into the black armour he kept in here. A cape, with a hood, a simple cloak to hide all but his guantletted hands, the sword to the sheaf on his back, gun under the cloak, alongside his treasured Lightsabre.

He did take a bite to eat and to drink. He was after all hungry.

A few minutes later, he came out of his private room, saw no one was looking, came out, turned the corner and walked down the quiet passgaee and back out into the bar. The images and senses he picked up from the Force overlayed with the instincts he had as a soldier, to mingle to produce a picture of the sourrounds.

He had been right for starters. It had been Dreada he remembered as his eyes and mind scanned the floor, hood hiding his face. Terlogee was distinctly creepy in his Force presence and the other cloaked being....

His jaw nearly dropped and it was only training that made sure no surprise could be seen or detected.

WHAT the Frell is THAT?!?! I've never touched a mind like that before!?!

It was.... unique to say the least.

Keeping his awareness up, he walked over to the bar, where the bar staff and the troops there made way for the Jedi Master.

He placed his hand on the bar.

"Fosters thank you" He noted the guards seemingly nod and drift away. The bar man nodded, placing the can of beverage on the bar top. This might be Tohmahak,s garrison and zone of control, but everyone kotowed to this Jedi Master, Warlord by title and nature. Even 'Tohmahawk' did.

Now... just to sit back and watch. I could propbably do with Gurney nearby too. Hmmm, I sense him close. Gurney? Please come to me

[Morgan Dreada]

Morgan had slipped into deep thought as she sat next to Mockadane. Nodding at Soth only slightly as he entered and barley noticing the patrons who had entered the bar and were paying close attention to the group of friends which she sat with. She was concerned with many things, but what worried her most of all was the fact that she had lost her Amulet to her sister Nadia after being betrayed by Corbin. One whom she had trusted her entire life.

She wished she could tell Mockadane of her troubles, to have him hold her tight and give her confidence that everything would turn out alright. But she, much like her evil sister, was stubborn and always wished to handle things on her own. To show weakness even to a loved one was something she would never do.

Morgan snapped back to reality only when Mortaniuss took the seat next to her and introduced himself. That he was a Vampyre was obvious, and judging by Alana and Soth's reaction to him it was clear that he was one of their Coven brothers. Yet another member which Morgan had never formally been introduced to, until now. He was tall and his coloring was pale, even for a Vampyre. He also had a certain charm to him, Morgan guessed that this was due to his Vampyre nature. They all seemed to share it, Alana, Soth... and now Mortaniuss.

Releasing her grip on Mockadane's hand Morgan turned her stool toward Mortaniuss and looked him in the eyes. The smell of alcohol and human blood was noticeable, even if only slightly. Morgan was not nearly as sensitive to such things as she once was. After spending so much time at the Coven she had grown mildly accustomed to their ways, even if the thought of consuming human blood made her stomach turn when she pondered it for long enough. Nodding her head she gave Mortaniuss a soft smile.

"I am Morgan," she said, slightly distracted as she extended her hand for Mortaniuss to take, "the pleasure is mine."

[Warlord Dalamar]

Finishing his beer Dalamar walked over to the exit to get some fresh air. It had gotten crowded in there and he needed a break from the loud music. Standing in the alley Dalamar smoked some tabac from his planet, it always relaxed him. Three men walked into the alley. intent on their conversation Dalamar ignored them. He then decided to go back in and ask Alana to dance.

"Where do you think your going boy?" The first large man thrust out his arm with a large knife touching the armor on Dalamar's chest. "No one leave's this alley without paying the brotherhood there fee." Clicking the mechanism in his palm the short sword appeared in his hand. Sword in hand Dalamar cut off the offending paw with little effort, stepping forward in the same fluid movement he slit the man's throat. The other two men stood in shock as Dalamar pulled out his data pad, "okay here it is." The two men took off running Dalamar smiled and put his data pad away. "I guess I met their price," he said, As he started to go in he heard a loud wailing sound like the local authorities Dalamar walked back in the bar.

[Death Knight Soth]

Soth heard Danya word's of bewilderment at seeing him back. Soth stood to face her. She was so beautiful. "She had her mother's eye's" Soth thought to himself.

The Death Knight walked slowly pass those who he also knew were watching him with great interest. His fierce eye's pierced those's of the onlookers as he seemed to glide past them. But all they got in return was darkness, a black void that chilled them to the bone. It was dangerous to pry into the mind of a Vanpyre, let alone a Death Knight. It might prove to be a path, that once venture down, there would be no return. A foot in the grave was a high price to pay for curiosity!

Soth came to stand in front of Danya. Her mouth slightly parted as he took her hand in his and kissed it. With his other hand, Soth slipped a small concealed data-pad under the hand he was kissing. Soth's felt her hand take it, then he let his eye's fall on hers as warm word's washed over her mind like a cool summer wind.

"This you will need, I know you will put it to good use m'lady. You will find that every thing is in order. I will wait for your arrival at the you feel it suitable." Danya glanced down, and what she saw next caught her off guard. On the small florescent data pad screen with a digit amount of 500,000 Imperial credit's to her account!

[Mortaniuss]

He took the proffered hand in his own, drawing it near to his mouth so he could kiss the back of it. Lips as cold as porcelain pressed against her flesh, and she could feel the barest hint of his teeth underneath. The contact was both brief and polite, and the vampyre withdrew with a smile.

"Always a comfort, to know that a creature of such delicate beauty as yourself would grace us with your presence."

The words flowed easily and quite naturally for the vampyre, and he almost felt abashed at reciting such contrived flattery, for she truly was beautiful. The thought of manipulating the nature of his words for effect never crossed his mind.

"Can I get you anything? Drinks are on me tonight."

One of Mortaniuss' trademark smiles accompanied his offer, genuine though it was.

[Gurney Devries]

"Gurney, please come to me"

Distractedly, Gurney reminded himself not to indulge in sexual fantasies when there were much more serious matters at hand. Thoughts of dancing Twi`lek women certainly weren't going to help him figure out how to stop these bag of creepy-crawlies.

Wait wait wait... was that Tohmahawk's voice? If so, then it more than likely wasn't part of his fantasy (or at least, he hoped not).

From underneath the gloom of his hood, blue-on-blue eyes scanned the rather sizeable crowd, looking for any sign of his instructor. It was more difficult than he thought it'd be: his eyes kept making their way back to the crowd of blood-suckers who were just merrily chatting away. But from his vantage point, he could also make out the figure he was looking for just a little ways down the bar.

Gathering his things, Gurney walked flipped a credit chit onto his table and made his way over to Q'Dunn (he still wasn't sure what all that was about, and doubted he would figure it out before worms made a home out of his insides). He didn't need to double-check and make sure his weapons were on him (which could draw unecessary attention to himself): He knew they were there as surely as he knew his right arm was attached to him.

[Warlord Dalamar]

Walking back into the room Dalamar looked around and noticed the many people watching Alana's table. A stooped fellow with red eye's another who was trying real hard not to look directly at the table. A couple at the bar acting like they where interested in there drink's only. Personally Dalamar didn't know if anyone at Alana's table noticed or cared. Well, the Warlord was not here to protect Vampyres that could help themselves. He was on leave and his only concern was Alana.
He needed to get her away from the table and from a possible conflict with these people. Then an idea formed in his head something his father once told him. Dance with a woman and she can't stay mad at you, dance well and she might even fall in love with you. Walking up smoothly to Alana, Dalamar asked, "Alana milady would you like to dance."

[Marcus QDunn]

He noted his apprentice appear and come over to him at the bar and as well the one he knew as Soth walk past. The Warlord knew all the Dark Sider would get would be the blank wall, just an ordinary person. It would be fitting to scare the Dark Siders with exposing just how deep in the Light Side he was. Their weakness was the inability to truly be able to understand or comprehend the Light that shone from within the Jedi.

And this Jedi had stared down the abyss of the Dark Side once before. Gone further than they would dream possible over so, so many years. Now, with the Light, he would defy the Darkness and the Abyss and fling it back. The Dark Side might be powerful, but it was ineffective against someone who held onto the truth that was the Light Side.

"Master"

The man with blue-within-blue eyes came up and positioned himself at the bar along side the Jedi.

"Gurney. It seems we have some .... interesting visitors tonight. Allow your mind to drift however, and see if you can sense what the shortish being is, concealed in the cloak. I have never sensed anything like it"

[Death Knight Soth]

Soth paused at Danya's reaction to the more then generous gift. Or was it? Danya could only imagine the loop hole twenty-two that Soth had in mind for her. It wasn't everyday that a stranger dropped 500,000 Imperial credits in your lap without wanting something in return!

Soth bowed to Danya in a knightly fashion, his eye's were still transfixed to hers. Danya could not but help to think how odd Soth was to her, he was old fashion, a bit eccentric.

"M'lady, we are gathered over there at the table behind me." The Dark Knight gestured to the table as he slightly turned.

"It would be an honor m'lady,... If you would grace us with your presence this night at our table." Soth politely bowed once more as Danya seemed to be somewhat still mesmerized by the eye's of the Death Knight. And money had a way of doing that to a girl too. She had more then what she needed now to make the long trip. Soth turned slowly then walked back to the table where the other's where gathered.

Soth knew he was there also, he felt his presence. Soth shot the Jedi a lethal glance as a wiry smile crossed his face. It seemed that a chess match was in the making. But there was something more to what Marcus could see or understand in the ever growing accumulation of Vampyre's. A Darker purpose, ... with a darker meaning.

Soth returned to the table and took his seat next to Alana once again.

"Forgive me m'sister for my rudeness." Soth pulled a vintage bottle of Blood meed from his black cloak. He proceeded to pour her a glass as She looked at him with a questioning look.

"The young women Soth, who was she?" Alana smiled as if she knew already. Soth chuckled a bit at the thought of Alana's insinuation of potential food.

"Let's me say my dear sister,...my past has finely caught up with me." Soth leaned back to savor his own glass of blood wine as well as the distant thought.

[Marcus QDunn]

OOC : *Sigh*

Please note, no one but a very very few select people know whom Marcus is IC.

[Death Knight Soth]

Hand's him a chill pill: OOC: Please note, Soth is obviously more then what he appears bro. I never stated that Soth knew him...Please read my post's carefully! :End of transmission:

[Alana Stormcloud]

Alana's eyes widened in pleasure at Dalamar's bold question. Though there could be grave repercussions from it she would not refuse the request.

Alana turned back to her coven brother Soth, as he took his seat again.
"Its quiet all right my brother." Alana chuckled softly at him before she stepped into Dalamar's awaiting arms.

She had to know who the girl was. She had a good idea as to who she might be. The scent on her was familiar.
Alana raised her drink in a toast to Soth. Laughter bubbling from her lips. She drained the drink with utter pleasure, licking the blood mead from the corner of her mouth.
"Mmmm, I see my brother, thank you for the drink Lord Soth." Alana's laughter washed through the bar as she danced into Dalamar's arms.

"The past always catches up to us my brother." Alana sent a silent thought between her and Soth as she looked into Dalamar's eyes.

Dalamar stared down into her face a soft smile on his lips. His forbidden love all to apparent in his eyes.
Tiberious had been gone so long. Alana had thought him dead at one time. An attraction had began to blossom between her and Dalamar. Now that Tiberious was back it was hard to let go of it.

Alana sighed in frustration. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she ached to kiss him to love him without hurting her first love. Instead of kissing him she lay her head against his chest and moved softly against him to the sad song being played.

[SAURRON]

His eyelids rolled back to reveal his pale blue eyes. A soft look about gained nothing for him it was all old news. Drinking, frolicking, centuries had he done so. There was a higher purpose to his being now. He looked for the one he had cut so deeply on Dagobah. She was not here, at least not yet she wasn't. His mind raced with terrible happenstance's should she ever bear children. The true unity of the light that would occur. He closed his eyes once again. It could not happen it must not...

His entrance was as always quiet, yet loud. It caused many to stare in wonderment at his perfect skin and pale captivating eyes, yet he shrugged it off as a popular entertainer would his or her adoring fans. His eyes then met with each and every one forcing them away from his except one. Saurron's head tilted at his conviction, he did not turn instead returned the solid gaze in kind. There was no force signature yet he commanded attention without commanding it.

Hmmmm...a stalemate to be sure he thought as he walked by the individual whom remained nameless.

Saurron glanced in the direction at which his fledglings were gathering and proceeded thus. His footfalls fell like feathers to the human ear stealth being of their sound. His approach was most calm. His demeanor most pleasant, if that were possible, after all he was a monster of the night. A true to life Darksider that only a few had the measure to stand up to. His race was of the Darkside and well kept in lore.

He stood there, in admiration of his kind gathered, then requested that he also be the recipient of a warm blood mead with a fanged smile.

[Mockadane]

Slightly amused at the tenceness that has grown in the bar since the gathering of coven members, Mockadane looked on as Mortanius greeted Morgan. With great poise and grace, the rather handsome figure was debonaire, and could quite possibly seduce the most chast of mortals with mere words.

Eyes widening in realization Mockadane leaned towards Morgan putting his head on her shoulder looking up at Mortanius with his best smile... "Alright, you ole smothie... oh wait, free drinks.." is all he got out as Morgan's elbow let him know how she felt. "Just playing!" Mock said with a wink to Soth!

Watching Saurron walk in Mockadane brought his attention back to his surroundings. "Good evening" the big man said to the confident master that walked up

[Death Knight Soth]

A whimsical smile crossed the Dark Knight's face as he took another long drink from his blood meed. He sat the drink down and proceeded to push the half empty bottle to Mockadane.

Soth was curious to see if the bounty hunter was brave enough to drink from it's confines. Since he was no stranger to glitter-stem and it's strange effect's on the mind. Soth offered up the challenge to the cocky man. He was a true friend, a kindred spirit at heart, however friend's had a funny way of coaxing the temptation of bravery out of the best of them. Peer presser was a powerful motivater to say the least! Soth chuckled at a distant thought of first meeting up with the giant of a man. He reeked of the toxic substance. And where ever Mockadane went, the sweet odor always seemed to perfume the place whenever he was around.

"Go ahead m'friend, ... it carries a subtle kick to it. I'm sure your dying to try it now" Soth leaned back in his chair and returned the smile.

[Alana Stormcloud]

Alana felt her masters presence as soon he entered the bar. She pulled away from Dalamar kissing him softly on the cheek and headed back to the table. She pulled Dalamar with her wanting his company for a while longer.

"Master Saurron this is a pleasure." Alana stated as she bent and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"Lord Soth you wouldn't happen to have any more mead would you? I grow hungry and I may have to start eating Jedi soon." Alana said giving Soth a wicked grin.

Alana pushed Dalamar into her empty chair and sat down on his lap chuckling at his surprise.

"It seems we are being watched my brother perhaps the lightsiders envy the freedom we own." Alana smirked she looked around the bar. Turning back to Soth she threw him a wink and flashed her sharp fangs that she would sink into a pliant neck soon.......

[Death Knight Soth]

The Death Knight welcomed his Master Saurron. Soth stood at his approach. "My master, please join us. We are honored by your presence." Soth bowed as he pulled a chair to have him sit.
Death had a strange way of making mortal trash cringe at it's hideous sight. To be on guard at all time's was to be wise when death knocked. Maybe it was lust envy to those who looked on with curious wonder, to what they knew they could never have or attain. The grace and beauty of the Vampire's was most evident. They exuded total confidence as if they where in their own element and surroundings. How striking they were, how wonderfully made. Everything that they mastered was an art form to them. Eternal life as a Vanpyre gave the foresight that honed those skill's! However, the bitter thought of so many Coven member's in one place indeed raised the question, "Why?"... Perhaps death was to close for comfort this night to the many onlooker's.

Soth glanced over to Alana as she spoke. There was nothing cynical to her statement. She only spoke the truth.

"Yes, my sister, curiosity can kill one's best judgment. But pay no heed m'lady, it always leads to food in the end.

Then the Knight revealed another bottle of blood meed from the folds of his Sith robes.

[Jedah Lynch]

Few times did he come to this pitiful place, this refuge for those with no true purpose if life except to indulge in their falseness where they believed a balance was needed to all things so peace and understanding could be achieved . Their every heart beat, their consuming presence of survival and existence a mockery of the true path. A mockery of what once should be when one had the power. The glorious power. These poor foolish misled fools and their idiotic code. None of them had any true conception of what the force was, what it gave, what it could provide if only one was willing to take it. They were all blind to the ways, their own mindless cult was nothing more than a hideous blight on the galaxy unlike the religion constructed ages ago.

The true path, the way of the Sith.

It echoed in his mind repeatedly as he made his way into the bar clothed head to toe in a black cloak that flowed around him like a living breathing creature wanting nothing more to reach out and crush the life force of whatever pitiful life form that dared to get too close.

Seldom did nearly all of the Covens residents travel somewhere for any reason unless it was a hunt. Those times of excitement when they would chase down the human cattle to feed upon. Those times of cruel amusement when they would put on faces of kind and decent human beings so they could be welcomed in homes without fear. Fear that would appear on the whiten faces of the host when they saw the devils in their midst.

He licked his fang as he thought of it, not too often did he show the vampyre side of his nature unless near the coven where he often found himself more in tune with the ways of his vampire brethren. Once he thought it would be a curse, now he considered it a blessing. It had made him even darker in nature, a chaotic being made even more vicious.

Few ever saw that side, it was often better to appear lesser than what one was, to create an illusion that some would not be able to perceive until it was too late. When the final moment had come for the kiss of oblivion.

A glare in his eye shined in a dark green hue as he made his way towards those like him. A thought racing from the back of his mind, how would these Jedi face a league of darkness, one who's bite took not only ones life blood but their very soul if they should choose to hunt in this place, to make cattle of its inhabitants.

A waitress moving away from those similar to him neared his position not aware of what or who he was, as she passed he placed up an hand a finger held outward near her cheek. His finger nail pierced her skin ever so slightly - a drop of blood at the tip of his nail that he licked.

How delicious indeed.

[Danya Sedirna]

Her eyes glazed over at the sight of so many credits. Something about Soth was so wrong, but wrong in a way that meant she had to have him. The allure, the power, charisma, and the money didn't hurt. It was enough to start a new life . . . if she wanted.

She stared at him from across the room. The company he associated with was odd. Odd, yet intriguing. The kind of thing she'd always looked for to break the monotony of her existence. It was a very stimulating, even sexy proposition. And her life on Arcan wasn't going anywhere, either.

Danya got up from her table, shooting another gin shot, and pocketing her gift. She approached Soth from behind, running fingers gingerly through his hair.

You drive a hard bargain, Soth.

[Death Knight Soth]

Soth felt her approach him. Her scent was intoxicating, and she was a sight to behold. Her seductive walk alone brought the lust of other's to a head. Even the jedi them self's would sin against their own faith to be with her just one night. What did they know about faith...Acting holy and chaste to a belief that was riddled with error and foolishness. Soth despised their ways. He despised them!...Once a knight of the "Order of Light," he to fell for their belief's. "Damn them all to the abyss!" Soth thought to himself as he stood up to face Danya.

Yes, it was his love for a woman that they banished him forever for, from their holy pathetic circle. It was against there code. Cursing him to walk the avenues of life for all eternity was there curse upon him.

Soth looked deep into Danya's eye's...He let his hand's run over her body without a second thought. She leaned her neck slightly to Soth, and gently he kissed her neck at the open invitation. Soth then slowly drew back to look once more into her seductive eye's.

"Come with me to the Coven Danya, you won't regret it. There are wonders' beyond your wildest dream's m'lady." The Knight's voice now took on a seductive tone all it's own.

"Yes, come and see what mortal's only dream of. Walk with me where other's dare not tread."

[Gavin Lestat]

"By the mother of Darkness!" Gavin complained. "Haven't you thugs got anything else better to do?" It had taken a full fifteen minutes to disarm at the check in at the NR security force guard station before entering the bar. Must be a fulfilling life you have my friend disarming big bad evil doers. What a profession." Gavin muttered rolling his eyes as he strolled into the bar and grill. It was his first time in the place and he took it all in smiling at the favorable food source. "Why haven't I come here before?"

He had spotted the table where his family was but made his way around the bar instead, making eye contact with the ladies shooting them a knowing grin.

[Tiberious Kinslayer]

Sitting in a dark corner of the bar Tiberious watched Alana and Dalamar dance. His mood darkening he observed her with her new extended family the Coven but his attention was on Dalamar most of all.
He could see the guilt on Dalamar's face the turmoil between following his heart or keeping his loyalty to the Dragon.

[Alana Stormcloud]

Alana enjoying herself fully did not sense her lovers presence right away. Had she not been so at ease sitting among her friends she would have felt him as soon as he walked in. She loved Tiberious but her vampyre nature was at war with the thought of being tied to only one person and Alana being who she was in life did not fare any better. Tiberious had always known that Alana was a free spirit. She would not be imprisoned by love.

Alana looked up in interest as Gavin came into the bar she had not yet met her masters son. Alana greeted him with a gentle touch of her mind.

Alana turned her attention back to Dalamar she smiled down into his eyes. He was trying bravely to be at ease with her on his lap. Alana bent down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. A wicked smile on her mouth. A test to see just how flustered she could make him. She was drawn to him perhaps because he was beautiful, or perhaps because he loved her so much. She didn't want to hurt either of them but there was a part of her that wanted him to choose.

Alana gasped,"Tiberious." Her eyes darted around the room. She spotted him in the dark corner watching there every move. Alana opened her mind to him. She felt his hurt at the betrayal.

"Tiberious, you have always known my nature." Alana whispered softly to his mind trying to ease the pain she had caused. Alana stood running her fingers softly over Dalamar's cheek a she did. "Tiberious is here." She said to answer Dalamar's questioning look.
Alana locked eyes with Tiberious and sipped at her drink. "I never meant to hurt you my dragon and Dalamar is innocent in this.." She let the words flow gently to his mind like a caress. Hoping he would understand that though she loved him, her nature as a human and now as a vampyre, she would not allow anyone to cage her.....

[Warlord Dalamar]

Dalamar leapt to his feet when Alana spoke the Dragons name his eyes scanning the bar. "Damn I knew this would happen." He groaned.
He did not want to hurt is long time friend. Tiberious was like a brother to him. "How could I have been so foolish. "Dalamar thought to himself his heart aching at the thought of his friend seeing Alana in his arms...

[Sliff]

A wee little figure walked in the bar. Sliff appeared as a small child to most people he encountered, or those reluctant enough to cast him a second glance. Looking almost to young to be in such an establishment to begin with.

His belly was telling him that it was time to eat. And besides, the noise from outside drew his curiosity. Like a moth to the flame, Sliff could not resist the temptation of seeing what all the commotion was about inside. The clamor of activity resonated to the outside of the bar. And not to mention, he was lost as usual. And his friend Mockadane was to blame for this mishap. The little fire ball of a man was going to make sure he gave him a piece of his mind the next time he saw him!

"That big ole offe, I'll bet he's in here getting loaded on glitter stem. Sliff mumbled to himself. Sliff gazed at the lager occupants as he walked through the sea of people.

"I can't see a darn thing down here...Hey watch it buddy!" Sliff exclaimed as a taller fellow stepped backwards into him. This was to his loss however as Sliff lifted a pouch from the unsuspecting man.

"Serve's him right, big ole lump." Sliff gave the man a smile from ear to ear as the Wookie of a man politely apologized for almost running him over.

"Yeah, yeah," Sliff waved his hand at the rude man and continued to wade through the crowd.

A few moments later as he came to a clearing in the crowed, he stopped to get a better vantage of the place. And sure enough, not to Sliff's surprise, there was Mockadane. Frolicking and fraternizing with the Vampires!

"You have to be joking! That,...that big ole..." Sliff's face turned red at the thought of his friend, the infamous bounty hunter, chill'en with the like's of the blood suckers from Tinn VI.

[Tiberious Kinslayer]

Tiberious closed his eyes for a moment letting Alana's soft whisper to wash over his mind. He could not deny his love for her, she meant everything to him. What he did not know is if he could handle what being a vampyre had done to her. He understood the quest for power. They had both yearned after it when she was still a human and now they had both achieved what they had wanted but at what price.

This was more than he could bear. Alana was his and she would always be. Though Dalamar was like a brother there was no doubt in his mind that if Dalamar came between him and Alana he would kill him. With that thought Tiberious had a touch of sorrow.

"Yes, Alana I know your nature but you also know mine. You know if the need arises I will do anything to keep you. I have been without you for to long to lose you now!" Tiberious growled in anger opening his mind to her, must I cage you to keep you?" With those thoughts hanging between them Tiberious approached Alana.

[Sliff]

Sliff was beside himself as he looked over at the table where his friend Mockadane was. He was furious, but at the same time frustrated. If he didn't think of something quick, his friend Mockadane would never learn. "Friend's didn't treat friends this way!" On the way to the establishment, Mockadane and his companions lost sight of Sliff as he stopped briefly to talk to an interesting character. A strange cat like looking fellow that had a funny accent. The next thing Sliff knew, they had walked on without him. They weren't even patient enough to wait until he had finished his conversation with the feline guy. They just left him there, lost. This was simply inexcusable to Sliff. It was rude and thoughtless to say the least. Sliff stomped his little foot in protest at the searing thought as he remembered it.

Glancing to the left and then to the right, Sliff spied what was to be in his mind, the perfect answer to the perfect solution to the problem at hand. Near the bar, there were two local security soldiers in a privet conversation. The one closest to Sliff was leaning against the bar with his elbow resting on the top of the counter. He was big too! Not quite as big as his monstrous friend Mockadane, but he'd have to do. Sliff smiled, then glanced back at his friend that had his huge back to him. Still frolicking with the blood sucking Vampire's at the large table "He need's me!" Sliff mumbled. In Sliff's wee little mind, he was but only helping out a good friend that couldn't see the error of his ways.

Sliff approached the two officer's. He tugged on the shirt of the bigger officer. The man turned and glanced down at Sliff with a slight annoyed look on his face.

*Yes, Is there something I can help you with?* Questioned the large officer man.

Sliff looked down momentarily at the floor as a deep concerned look crossed his boyish face.

"Well, yes, ah, Well you see, I have this problem. And I was wondering if you could help me out kind sir. You see that man over there." Sliff paused and turned to point out the larger man sitting at the table with all the other strange looking one's. Sliff then turned back to the officer.

"Well, That guy right there, he's my bestest friend in the whole wide world! And he's ah..." Sliff motioned to the officer to bend down so the other's in the bar wouldn't hear. Not that the noise in the bar was already at a high pitch. Sliff didn't realize that he was almost shouting himself.

The big officer shot the other guard a smile as he bent down, almost amused to hear what Sliff was about to come up with. Sliff went on to explain his dilemma to the guard in his wee little voice.

Well, it's kinda like this sir. My friend over there, you know, the one I showed you over there. Sliff motioned back with his thumb. "Well, he's in big trouble. He has big problem's and I'm worried about him." Sliff managed to say in one breath.

"I'm embarrassed to say this, but he's a glitter stem addict, and I fear that if he doesn't stop, it could effect his good paying job as a top class bounty hunter! I know he's a good guy and all, but he's so stoned all the time on that stuff, it's no wonder he ever found his way here." Sliff paused to take in another breath. And besides, isn't that stuff illegal? I mean to have? Not that he's ever sold it to any kid's or anything. But I think he just has his own stash he keep's on him at all time's." The officer then stood up a bit to get a better look at the man Sliff was describing. Now Sliff was happy to see that the security officer showing interest and was also concerned with his friend too. And that he might do every thing possible to help out a friend in need.

"And sir, I was just going to let you know, if you need me to help or any thing, well I would be more then happy to. You know how people get when their not in there right minds. Well, when their on that stuff that is. They get all violent and stuff. Maybe you can stun him or something. Junkies can be really, really strong while their under the influence. Sliff hesitated, then looked at the guard with pleading eye's.

"So you think you might be able to help me out? I mean, don't want you to hurt him or any thing. Like I said he's a swell guy and all, but if you could put him in detox for about a week or two, well, maybe he'll snap out of it or something."

[Gavin Lestat]

Gavin made his way around the Bar and Grill swiftly. His nonchalant attitude projected forth with great flair as he did so. The bar seemed like the right place to be he thought. Then it hit him. His hairs stood up on his neck as he felt Alana checking him out. His head turned slightly as he ignored the greeting he was receiving after introducing himself to a buxom beauty. Alana spoke to him without speaking, and he heard her well. Yet once in tune there he felt conflict surrounding her. He didn't care. She was plenty beautiful and, well...one of his own. It couldn't get any better than that he thought. His mind reached back to her with a knowing grin to accompany it. Lighting couldn't have moved any faster. By the time her name proceeded past his lips he was already in front of her with his hand out taking hers.

" A dance perhaps?"

Dalamar was now in a total state of confusion by this time.

[Alana Stormcloud]

Alana returned Gavin's smile with one of her own. She stepped into his arms without a second thought. He was utterly captivating. " I would love to dance." Alana chuckled softly. Thoughts of Tiberious and Dalamar falling to the back of her mind.
Alana found herself drawn to his beauty and his charm. The fact that he was a vampyre made it all the more seductive to her. "Oh how I would love to hunt with this one." Alana thought as they moved softly to the music.

Alana could feel the confusion and anger from the two other men. Alana could not help the fact of what she was and what she felt or to be more precise of how little she felt. They both knew that she could never love in the way they wanted. What she wanted was to enjoy the life she had now when bestowed with the dark kiss from her master.

Alana as a vampyre did not hold the same feelings that she used to as a human but in her mind Tiberious and Dalamar would always be hers to have when she wanted them. It was how she felt. It was what she wanted no matter how they felt. She was Vampyre it was all the justification she needed.

"It's nice to finally meet you Gavin. I think it will be a pleasure to know you.." Alana smiled seductively at him as they danced.....

[Raistlin Magire]

After refusing to leave the staff of magus at the door, Raistlin made his way toward his friend Tiberious. As he approaches him, Raistlin mutters to him self, "foolish guard I have no weapons on me Im the weapon."

Sitting down next to Tiberious, he noticed that his friend was in a foul mood. Raistlin looked at his friend with worry. "What is the matter Tiberious. Raistlins eyes followed to where his friend appeared to be looking. His eyes widened at the sight of Alana in another's arms.

[Tiberious Kinslayer]

Tiberious looked up slightly startled to see Raistlin sitting there. "Sorry Raistlin I didn't notice your arrival." Tiberious said in a distracted tone.

"I see why," the mage said.
"Excuse me Ill be back momentarily keep your eyes open." Walking over to Alana, Tiberious's anger grew with each step. Coming up behind them they danced into Tiberious's chest. Putting a thickly sinewed arm between them and looking at the little vampyre in the face.

"She belongs to me," he said in a threatening tone. As he pulled Alana into his arms his eyes never left the vampyre. "Why do you do this to me Alana, why?" Tiberious said through clenched teeth.

[Gavin Lestat]

A cocky smile followed Tiberiouses statement closely.

"Well tough guy, that is where you are wrong." Gavin leaned into Tiberious's face further "She belongs to the night, to the Coven, and to my father. " Then with a chuckle.."but definitely not to you, beefcake"

He finished off with raised eye brows and a tilt of his head as if to say so do something about it then pulled back from his face and headed over to the bar to let Alana deal with this fool. There was no fighting he knew that. But one thing was for sure. He didn't need weapons, none of the Vampyre did when it came down to it. He looked down at his nails and smiled then ordered a drink, a red one.

[Alana Stormcloud]

Alana frowned at Tiberious as he pulled her way from Gavin. "How dare you assume you own me Tibby. No one owns me and you knew that when we met." Alana growled at her angry lover.

He locked his hands around her upper arms. She could see the fury growing in him with each word she spoke. Alana smiled at his anger she had always provoked him in some way even when mortal. "Tibby, my love you know how I adore you but you know I cant stand to be trapped even, by you lover." Alana spoke in a soothing tone trying to calm his anger. She reached up running her fingers across his lips as she used to. "I will always love you in my own way Tiberious." Alana said as she drew his lips to hers.

As she kissed Tiberious, Alana sent her thoughts to Gavin. "We truly must finish our dance Gavin, son of my Master.." Alana soft sensual words washed over his mind.

[Tiberious Kinslayer]

Tiberious leaned down to kiss Alana when he saw her tilt her head the way she does when she contacts him with her mind. She was not touching my mind but who's. Looking up he saw the vampyre at the bar tilt his head and turn towards him and Alana. Smilling mockingly at Tiberious. Tiberious then knew that Alana had mind touched the other vampyre while kissing him.

Tiberious in his fury reached down to the table and grabbed a sharp knife. Moving with the speed that Alana thought only a vampyre possesed Tiberious slashed all around her never touching her delicate beauty. Her clothes dropping from her now naked form Tiberious turned from her as he said, "Now your shame matches mine." Tiberious stormed out of the bar taking Raistlin with him.

[Mockadane]

Watching the squat form of human talking to the very people he should be giving a wide birth, Mockadane grew suspicious as the two he spoke with, kept looking directly at him. Security without a doubt were the ony people allowed to carry wheapons around here and these two were well armed. Without a second thought The big man spoke silently into a secured com-link for a couple of moments and then waited for the events to transpire.

Watching cautiosly between the scene Tiberious made, and the security gathering a couple more reinforcements before confronting the bounty hunter, Mockadane thought it wise to play his hand and deal with the other later. Every time Sliff's eyes caught Mockadane's the little man gave a reassuring smile like nothing was amiss. It was then the stranger walked in and upset the little trouble makers plans.

Dressed along the same lines as most of the bars patrons, the man looked around and witnessed Sliff adjacent to the security about to walk towards his friend.

"Excuse me officer, my name is Eldorack and I just saw that little man relieve Two of you from your blasters."

The temptation was too great... Sliff could not help himself and Mockadane new he probably didnt realize that he had even done it, but too late the smile was already on Mocks face even before the security nabbed up quite ruffley the theif. Even over the protests of the little guy being carried out of the bar, Mockadane shouted out... "somebody will come bail you out in morning."

[Morgan Dreada]

Morgan had long been distracted from the charming Mortaniuss as he offered to pay for her drink... first the actions of Sliff, then the display which Tiberious made with Alana. Morgan's heart skipped a beat as he pulled the knife, within seconds she was out of her seat and directly behind him. He had not sensed her, nor did he hear her, but she already had her weapon drawn. Then he spoke, and this is when Morgan realized that he meant not to harm Alana, but only to shame her. In Morgan's eyes these things were one and the same.

As Tiberious walked out of the bar Morgan chased after him then grabbed Tiberious by the shoulder and spun him around with authority. She did not know him, nor did she need to. No one would ever disrespect one of her friends in such a way and live to tell about it. With sudden speed, while Tiberious was still trying to place who she was and what she wanted, she quickly drove her shoulder into his chest and ran until he slammed up against the wall on the other side of the lot. Tiberious learned quickly that Morgan was no ordinary woman, as she gripped him by the neck and with one arm picked him up several feet off the ground.

"Explain yourself and what your business is with Alana. If your answers do not come to my satisfaction I swear I will cut your throat where you stand."

[Tiberious Kinslayer]

Dragon are you going to help me with this woman you see how strong she is. The Dragon part of Tiberious responded, "You mean like when I helped you in the bar with Alana?" Yessssss!!!!! No, I wont help you or enhance your strength this time your on your own the Dragon said. IM really starting to hate the day we where ever bonded Tiberious growled. Very well Ill handle her myself. Looking at the woman who grabbed him "I'm the man with a bone knife at your belly." While Morgan looked down to see that Tiberious did indeed have a knife to her stomach he used the momentary distraction to reach into his pocket.

Tiberious pulled out a little vial. He then cracked it across her face "Have a little taste of acid" Tiberious said. Morgana dropped Tiberious immediately and clutched her face screaming in horrendous pain. Tiberious then took his large hands and slapped the sides of her face dropping her to the ground as her eardrums exploded. Leaning down he told her "Because you acted out of friendship and because I think of Mockadane as a friend. I wont cut your throat where you lie or harm you further." Looking up at Raistlin Tiberious said,"deal with her and let her know to mind her own business from now on." "I'm leaving as I said." Arriving at the docking bay Tiberious set the controls for the Eye of the Dragon. He would be halfway there by the time she recovered. As he sat in the cockpit of the Talos Tears the Dragon spoke to him "You handled that well." "Yes, no thanks to you!" Tiberious answered back. "You know that if I die you'll perish also ill make sure of that." With that statement the voice in Tiberious's head went silent.

[Raistlin Magire]

Raistlin chuckled softly as he bent down to the lady. "Don't worry milady it is not acid, it just feels like it. Here is the salve that will take the burn away and the redness will be gone within a few days." He said as he handed her the small vial.

"My friend Tiberious is not one to be trifled with and the lady you were protecting is his lover." Raistlin tried to explain even though he to did not understand fully what was going on.....

[Alana Stormcloud]

Alana glanced down at her ruined outfit, anger making her eyes glow red.
"Damn you Tibby, that was my favorite dress." Alana growled as she bent to pick up the sliced garment. Though she stood among many in the crowded bar she felt no shame at her unclad body. There was nothing to be ashamed of in her eyes. What upset her was the fact that he had ruined her favorite dress. Alana shook her head in disgust as she threw it to the floor. She glanced to Dalamar sending him her thoughts on the waves of anger.

"Dalamar I need you." She stated in a curt tone. Her eyes filled with fury as she thought of a way to pay her foolish lover back. They had fought many times before. As much as they loved each other they were also both stubborn and she would not let this rest until she repaid his deed in turn.

[Warlord Dalamar]

Dalamar had left the table the moment that Tiberious had showed himself. Standing in a corner of the Bar thinking of his mild betrayal of his Liege. Looking around Dalamar watched a little man proclaiming furiously his innocence. Dalamar heard the wee mans complaint,"The guy your looking for ran that way," he said. "Obviously you didn't find what you where looking for on me." "Hello!!!! Sliff crossed his arms then rolled his eyes in disgust. Walking up to the guards Dalamar said,"This little one should be of no concern." "Who are you and what business is this of yours!" Said the big guard. "Sirs, I am Dalamar Warlord to the Eye of the Dragon." "And as you can see the little man doesn't have the weapons you seek." "Here's some credits to take care of any damage he may have done."

The Warlord said handing them the money. The guard seem to think it over then said "Very well since we didn't find the weapons we'll set him free." "But if you make me regret my decision you'll both end up in the brig Warlord or not." "Sirs, you have my word." Just then the Warlord felt a touch in his mind "Dalamar I need you." "Gentlemen if you will excuse me someone else needs my assistance." Dalamar turned around and started to run.

[Sliff]

Sliff glared at the two bar guards and rolled his eye's at them once again at their display of gullibility. If he was their commander in chief, he'd have them hoeing fields for the rest of their day's. Sliff then turned his attention back to the large lug of a man, Mockadane. "Now he'll meet the wraith of a true member of the Red Eye'd Guild!", Sliff thought to himself as he balled his wee little fist. Sliff was indeed a thermal detonator when provoked. And Mockadane had just clicked the button to the on position! "I teach him a thing or two!" Sliff exclaimed under his breath.

The little figure of a man carefully made his way unnoticed under chairs and tables, were he then was positioned under chair adjacent to the big lumbering man, Mockadane. Quickly Sliff pulled out some cinch rope from a small satchel at his side. He then, with blinding speed, and as fast as his little hands could move, tied the rope around the lower part of the chair leg that Mockadane was now sitting in. Sliff glanced around, he needed something that would do the trick. "Perfect, Oh I can't wait to see the look on Mockie's face...!" Sliff muttered to himself. A large heavy service droid had stopped just in reach of Sliff as it waited on a table across from the table he was now under. Sliff hurriedly tided the other end to the leg of the Droid. Sliff then darted up underneath another table where there he would witness the mayhem that he just had created. "Server's him right, the big ole offe!" Sliff though to himself. A look of satisfaction crossed his boyish face. Then it happened. The large service droid quickly took off towards the bar kitchen, to fulfill the order that was just made. Sliff let out a little nervous laugh as rubbed his little hands with glee. The cinch rope coils quickly unraveled. Then after a brief moment, there was a load snap off wood, and Mockadane came crashing to the bar floor with a hard thud, landing on his rear! Most of the near by occupant's turned to see the giant of a man sprawled out on the floor. A laughter rang out over the crowd as Mockadane rolled over to his hands and knee's. He looked around the room with a daze look on his surprised face. The people around him just laughed and pointed in his direction, while Sliff ran as fast as his little legs would carry him. Out the door, and down a dark passage he went.

"Besides, I didn't hurt him much, he has a big ole buff butt. Plenty of cushion...Yeah, plenty of that!" Sliff squealed in laughter as he darted of into the night. Sliff had a funny feeling he had just wounded the big mans pride more then he could say, then Mockadane's his big ole bum.

[Warlord Dalamar]

As Dalamar ran toward Alana, he was touched by a mind so dark he could feel the evil emanating from it. It stopped Dalamar in his tracks the filth and the taint sickening him yet it was familiar somehow. The mind that spoke to him resonated with power and confidence.
"Listen to me Dalamar like you have never listened before." The voice spoke. Dalamar looked around to see who was talking to him but saw no one.
"Listen Dalamar don't bother looking you wouldn't see me even if I was next to you." It replied.

"What do you want Dalamar said."
"I have a message for you, a message from the future I have had a dark vision of you." The voice answered.
"Tell me." Dalamar said.
"Everything you believe in everything you hold dear, your honor, your integrity will be lost to you for all time if you do not heed my warning," the Dark voice spoke.

Dalamar responded "I don't understand but somehow I know you speak the truth. Who are you?"
"Just a friend that cares about your future now listen closely to me. Alana will seduce you. Enthrall your soul, stay away from her she is the cause of your downfall I have foreseen it!" The voice sharpened in his mind.
"But I love her and I think she loves me." Dalamar answered.
"Dalamar!!!!!! I speak the truth she will follow her nature and the end result will be the destruction of all you care for." The Dark voice rang in his head. Dalamar stumbled and lost his balance so strong was the reply. "I know you speak the truth I will heed your warning" Dalamar stated. "I hope so friend," and the voice faded away.

Dalamar heard Alana soft voice call once again and compared to the dark one it was sweet. "Dalamar" he turned to look in her direction but she was not looking at him but at a shadowed corned of the bar. "I'm here Alana" Alana turned to Dalamar and laughed gently. "I know where YOU are Dalamar."

[Vampyre Dalamar]

Watching Dalamar Throw his cloak over Alana's naked form the shadowy figure laughed "Tiberious you always where classic." Chuckling softly he got up after Dalamar departed and walked over to Alana. "My love what do you think you are doing with Dalamar you know I want him to stay virtuous."

Alana smiled and shrugged her shoulders "I know but he reminds me of you so much" and you use to be oh so pure.
Entwining her fingers in his silky white hair she pulled him closer to her. Kissing him softly. She took his hand and they left the bar.