Another day in the Tavern

[Damascus08]

Following the strange jester was a sight none of the inhabitants of the inn had seen:a rare Grinning Demon. The strongest one, a true rare gem among the rare Grinning Demons. He is Damascus08, Lord of the Grinning Demons, Lord of all Dauthi Demons, Member and Apprentice of the Terisian Cabal, Follower of Tourach and Acolyte of the Temple of The Ebon Hand. But the demon had no qualms with entering a mere tavern. He was in dire need of a rest, just having bested a dementist in the pits. Muttering to himself in a mad dialect, and with a crazed look in his eye took a seat in the corner.

 

[Lord Tarran]

Ryan watches to the two enter. He is disapproving of the jester's idiocy, but to each his own, he thinks. The demon however, put Ryan slightly on edge. Though he himself had been evil for centuries, a demon was not something he liked to pleasantly see. Especially pompous ones. They, in his mind, were the worst. After shaking his head in sarcastic amusement, he turns his black eyes back to the woman. He says, in a serious, appraising, and slightly condescending tone:

Well, my lady, I can think of one way to end your curse, and that would be suicide. But, of course, that tends to damn us more than we all ready are. How you are now, denieing what you once were, is causing you a great deal of your pain. The thought of being a vampire, of killing so many out of hand, hurts your reinstilled soul, giving you the nightmares. Unfortunately, that part of your curse will simply have to disappear in time. There is no way to fix that, it is not cuased by the curse in a magical way. Next, you will have to embrace some of the vampires traits. You will never return to humanity as you once were. Wishing so will only hurt you more. The maddening screams you describe are caused by your curse. They are magical, and uncurable. You don't realize it, but those voices are the bloodlust. You take a sip of blood, those voices would be quelled. They have been getting increasingly worse becuase you did not know how to quell them. The only way to be rid of them is to drain a human dry. After that, some form of intelligent life blood, once a month, should be rid of the affects. Once a month, yes, you will have to hunt, kill, and feed. There is good news. Your victims have no need to be good. I hunt evil for my feeding days, often tracking down evil wizards.
Your pain will end if you embrace what you once were. You do not need to be proud of it, but you need to embrace its exsistence. That will end a great deal of your pain. You will need to feed, soon, and once a month, maybe more, you will have to feed. I mean from a living creature, not something killed and then drained.
This is what the one who brought me back told me. I searched for another cure, and did not find it. I searched for 500 years, and found nothing. Then, I finnallly gave in, and the old man's advice paid off.

He is silent for a long time, before continuing:

I believe we should join together. We should work together. While you adjust to your once again living state, I can watch over you, and once you are back to "human" we can figure out what to do. Right now, I bet, you will need blood to prove what I mean.

GOLEM! I know that its illegal, but I know Siani keeps a few lifeblood vials in the back. Please bring one. Preferrably the most concentrated.

The golem glowed for a moment, before a small jar filled with a bright red substnace floated across the room. Ryan caught it, chanting something in shadow quickly. The jar glows, and turns into a glass. He holds it, places on the table, and pushes it in Belleza's general direction. He nods and says:

Drink if you don't believe me. Drink if you do. You need to trust me on this.

 

[Damascus08]

Sneering, the Grinning Demon beckoned a waitress to come over and when she arrived, Damascus08 beckoned with his finger that he had a secret. When she leaned over, he purred into her ear,"You know what one of my favorite songs is?" when she shook her head no, he answered in ear,"Pick me up.....I'm bleeding......too long.....right here....right now.......I'll stop it.....somehow.....I'll make it go away!!!!!Can't be here no more!!!!I will soon be gone!!!!....These feelings will be gone!!!....These feelings will be gone!!!! Now I see the times they change, leaving us it seems so strange, I am hoping I can find where to leave my pain behind! All the s**t I seem to take! All alone I seem to break!!I have lived the best I can, does this make me not a man?" finished the Grinning Demon with a sadistic grin on his face as the waitress looked confused."Oh, I'll take two legs of lamb and a gallon of wine by the way."

 

[Lord Tarran]

Ryan, watching the proceedings of the demon and the waitress, he unconciously drops his hand to a dagger at his side. Keeping a close eye on the demon, he watches Belleza. He decided to himself that should the demon threaten the waitress, he might have to bare double fangs.

 

[Damascus08]

When the waitress returned with the two legs of lamb and the gallon of wine, the Grinning Demon salivated in great amounts. Even so, blood oozed from the wounds he had received from the previous pit fight. As the waitress laid the food onto the table, Damascus08 eyed her hungrily like a tasty morsel.....so delicious...He would of loved to take an enormous bite out of her throat, but the Grinning Demon noticed the furry poodle in the tavern. Damascus08 didn't want to waste his time or, most importantly, his breath. Not wasting any time, the Grinning Demon tore into the meat ravenously, tearing off big chunks and shoving them down his gullet. Greasy, tasty juice ran down his lips and mouth and he washed it down with a huge drought of wine. Soon, he was down to bones. He promptly popped them down his mouth. He finished the wine, and let out an incredible burp. Getting up and stretching, the now healed Grinning Demon bared his teeth in a demented grin and left the tiny tavern.

 

[Lord Tarran]

Ryan relaxed slightly, keeping his hand on the dagger, as the demon left. He noted in his head to prepare defenses against planar evils. He awaited Belleza's decision.

 

[JasperDm]

Fellgrin sits, and watches the exchange between the two and the demon, and fingers the rusty blade of his halberd. The blade literally scorches his finger as if aflame, but you see no scorching energy. Perhaps some sort of bane weapon?

He taps his long, ragged nail against his teeth, all of which are sharklike and yellowed, as if he is contemplating interjecting, but for now, he remains silent.

 

[Ravos Blackrose]

*A middling brown haired man walks in wearing dirty, slightly tattered, burgundy robes. He walks in very obviously confused. As he looks around at the taverns patrons, his look of puzzlement deepens even more if that was possible. He turn about to leave then stops and mutters something to himself, turns about again and takes a seat at the nearest empty table, peering intently at the golem like object. He remains quiet and awaits service from the tavern wench*

 

[JasperDm]

The dark jester chuckles at the humans confusion.

"Silly mortal...the waitress is gone, scared away by the demon here not long ago..."

He points at the golem with a flourish of his polearm.

"This automaton does the bussery here, merely speak your desire, and if it be within the abilities of this establishment, it will be done, and delivered, though do remember to pay the puppet, lest it grow angry, and smite you about the head and shoulders!"

He laughs, a fearsome thing, as this jester is much more scary than funny, and with a vaulting motion, he flings himself across the room, to land at the golem's feet with the grace of a dancer...or an assassin.

"Wine and cheese, servant! Fine breads and ale! Enough to feed thirteen strong men, and a starving dwarf! Serve it all around, and let none say Fellgrin did not turn a kindly turn this day..."

With those words, he drops a pair of platinum coins into the hand of the golem, and somersaults out of its path as it goes to prepare and gather the order. He then flips back onto the table where he returns to a cross-legged seated position, with his rusty halberd bridged across his back like a workman's weight...

 

[Ravos Blackrose]

*takes his wine and cheese and nods thankfully at the strange dancing .... man , for lack of a better term. He then divides his attention between ascertaining the golems constructor, composition, and era and the strange dancing man with the polearm. *