Barkeep

Familiar: Mestra
Run Away Soldier
Heart of a Singer

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Him,Exil, and Torbin all grew up in the same clan. From Torbin's active personality and Exils monotone coldness, as a hatchling trio He brought unity to the two exstreams and allowed them to become the friends they are today. He was the middle man between two extremes. His childhood clan he grew up in and stayed with was ravaged by a Maren attack Many of the clan members parished or are still in hiding. With Exil already long gone before the event happend and Torbin following in the imps footsteps the murmers of the Tidelord kept him entrance and He stayed at the bottom of the sea for much of his adolescent years in pursuit of inner peace. Roaming the sea floor there are plenty of danger from both wildlife and Maren alike, and for his journey was no exception. He aid any explorers whom where diving deep into The Kelp Beds in existing to be their body guards. With his years of honing magic he was able to detect and come to realization that the air pockets explorers gain where from the Windsinger, and that made his curiosity eventually bubble up to the surface where he was hed onto the shore of Redrock Cove. He stayed in the shallow waters of the beach for sevral days and nights due to being afraid to even step foot outside of the water's safty net. He listen to clans huddled together. Saw explorers fight and thrive and die. Week by week he'd inch closer to the shore till he was resting on the shallow rocks working on his land legs.

Wile scanvaging for food out in the cove's water a Maren Defender lept out of the water and flung her body on top of him. He thought He was being attacked by the Maren, but all changed when his body started to get sucked the mouth of a Spiney Whale. Both retreated to the shore, and with his aid, both of them never had to return there again.


No one knows his real name, so everyone calls him Barkeep. Runs the bar located in the basement of the inn. Puts on weekly performances with his singing and dance partner Mestra. His wife decorates him and his partner with her jewelry crafts.


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"Great Father... I... I will. I-... I am. I still am..."

"You know, back in our hatchling days I was considered the leader of our group. Excaliber was the shy one. And Torbin, well, Torbin hasn't changed much... No, I take that back. She's a lot happier these days. See, we all grew up in the Trench. Excaliber's father ran the hunting group, and we three would always get to tag along. But Torbin though had the most difficulties keeping up. A Snapper can't really fly even in water it seems. But seeing her sprint around these days with that big stupid smile on her face makes me say 'Ah, I get it'. It's the freedom she couldn't have had back at home. And Excaliber?... Our time apart really shaped him to be a whole different man. Though... I can't help but to feel inadequate when I stand next to him now. No; it's not the size difference before you say that, or how our personalities practically swapped in our later years... It's... Well... I worry I look like a fanatic next to him for our Father. His devotion ...seeingly diluted itself over our time apart... That said, there is Torbin with her whole fixation on becoming the best Exulted. Leave it to her to balance us out still till this day."

Maren Defender

Familiar

These warriors stick to the front lines, protecting any civilians and magic users from harm.

2350

"If Ultima wasn't in my life I would... I might have looked for a way to become a Maren, so that Mestra wouldn't be alone. She's so happy to see the world with me, especially when we go on our occasional trips outside the flight. A good number of our patrons came up to me and told me that hearing Mestra sing made them see other raises sharing more in common with dragonkind than they first came in with. The cynical side of me just tosses that up to them being drunk... But the wishful part of me hopes they see what I see in her too.
Snackers, actually, has been working on a surprise for her. There's this new wave of musical instruments that's been shaking The Goldensparc lately and he said that it'd complement her voice well. I think the genre is called 'Iron'?... Ahh, it was named after some sort of mineral I think. Anyway, he's been trying to get the parts and players together to make a concert... I wonder what it'll sound like when he gets it finished... Knowing her range it'll sound magical regardless of what accompanies her."

"Have you ever tried holding back a Coatl when it's 'the season'? It's because of that that I have learned a lot of tricks by being with her. Haha... But... No, really. Ultima is so powerful. I'm surprised she sticks around this dingy hole. I'm really lucky to have her - or well more appropriately - I'm blessed she accepted me."

Serthis Archivist

Familiar

Scrollkeepers for the Flamescale clan, these studious serthis are careful to protect their writings from wayward embers and open flames.

2525

"I don't know if Eventuma tolerates me or despises me. Whenever I go upstairs to spend time with Ultima he just stares at me. I don't know if another Wildclaw attacked him in the past, or if he's going to troll me one day and present me with an erotica that's based on what she and I whisper to one another... I honestly both suspect and hope it's the latter - that'd be hilarious."

Corgi

Apparel

Doing its best impression of a bear rug, this corgi is overjoyed to sploot in your lair.

0

"Heh, cute little guy isn't he? Mestra battled claw and fang with Ultima to get the naming rights to call him Muffin. I got him from a Snapper holding a fashion contest during Mistral Jamboree one year. Ultima was fussing over the makeup and everything - and it was incredible looking too. She made me look like I lost a limb, it was for the theme. Anyway, with how hard she was working on the outfit I thought she really wanted the dog. Turns out she only wanted the pretty Windsinger mask from the first-place prize pool to gift to Eventuma. Yet still, she fought over the name of the dog with Mestra?... I don't get her sometimes...
...That all said, I can't lie, come here. Come closer. Closer. I'm still a little... perplexed, by those wind folk. I heard of clawing out clothing or food as prizes but isn't it a bit much to toss dogs around like confetti? And only this breed too. Corgis. No others. So queer those wyrms of the sky are..."

"Banto... Poor... Poor Banto... The only reason why I told him my real name is that I can roughly choose when he'd forget it. At least Mestra genuinely enjoys his company... But I think that might only be because she doesn't know all Tundras are like 'that' yet. Such is the curse bestowed by the Heartless Warden...It is cute watching Mestra gets to lounge across his fur though. I guess being a Tundra has its perks. Looking past all the baggage though... he's harmless, and good company too.
...Hmm? My real name? Heh, sorry but I don't serve that drink here. That said... I bet some loose lips around these parts have what you're looking for."

"I don't like him. He yaps too loud and eats with his mouth open. I know that's a petty reason to not like someone but that's my pet peeve about him. Honestly, I've been trying to commission several neighboring clans to make some air conditioning units for us. That way I use it as a bartering chip with Excalibur to finally kick Apophyllite out. That's all he's good for around here; cold air and wishing he'd bless you with a cold shoulder. Oh, I didn't even mention that he bothers the guests. I once had to kick two lovers out because he slept with both of them on two different nights and they found out. And that's only the start of my woes. Oh...! Wait. I can't end this without even mentioning the other time he somehow managed to get an entire lair full of fae to book in for a stay at once with no forwarning. Our bug storage was ruined for months. Or that other time when • • • •"

"Tigana? No, he's Excaliber's adoptive -... Huh....was.. was he the treasure I saw him hold so long ago? ... Ah! Pardon me, I zoned out. Yes. I get that question a lot 'are they related', and whatnot. No, they're not, but they may as well should be... It feels like it was fate that Tigs and Exil' were meant to meet one another...heh... Ah? Ah... It's nothing. Just remembered a joke Tigs told me once. You know, you should talk to him next. The kid has a good head on his shoulders. Just- uhm.. Try not to express you like animals. He'd yap your ear off about random trivia he knows about. Unless you're into that sort of thing."

"Another complement to our chef? Right away-! Oh? Oh. You wanted to know my thoughts about him? Hmm... What to say about the kid... Well... The first thing I should say is that we'd all be in shambles if he suddenly disappeared on us. My spirits may dull the senses but his food is the glue that keeps our hard heads together. He's been exploring the area around our inn more which... has deeply troubled me. I wish we were closer to the sea, that way I could have asked Mestra to keep an eye out on him for me... I know I know, perfect memory - always awake- and all that. But still... The kid's just a kid. Guess he takes after Excalibur and Torbin as an influence and has been itching to leave the nest for some time... Can't keep them held down forever, you know?"

"It's funny. Bait' thinks I'm in on his schemes but I just give anyone who gives me a weird code or some cryptic drink order some hard moonshine. Then I make sure they don't transpire after they pass out. Lucrest and Torbin are kind enough to run them out to the back yard for me before they wake. He'll pick up that I'm not playing along eventually. 'That's not ethical' you say? Nah, at this rate it's self-defense. I don't want to be mixed with whatever Baitinclaw is with. I got a bar to run. You know, a real business."

"Heh, I got a funny story about Clay. It's about the third day she ever stayed here with us. Torbin was rather insistent that Clay would try one of my drinks, that way she'd be discouraged never to try alcohol. Yet the poor girl thought Torbin was insisting she'd drink the whole bottle and not just sip it. Shock and horror ensued as she chugged the whole thing in front of us. Then Clay was curled up in the back corner over there crying because she was seeing pink floating elephants for about 4 hours all while trying to get it out of her system. We laugh about it nowadays. She's a good sport. Next time you see Clay out there in the world tell her I say hello for me, would you? Thanks."

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Water Runestone

Dragonmade

An ancient stone bearing the ancestral rune of the Tidelord. Such a find should be kept as a prized possession.

110

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