The Tavern

[ricarditoreyes]

Returning from the darkened stone paths, Eileen entered the Tavern once more with hopes of picking up the drinks they had previously ordered. Unfortunately, the tavernkeeper had long forgotten about her and her crew given the busy night. Although disappointed she would not be able to get her fill for the night after all, she was thankful the residents hadn't interrogated her regarding the violence that just took place. With an exasperated sigh, she places down a couple coins on the counter.

"Let us discuss our next move come morn', dears, I'm beat" she says, as she heads upstairs with a wave to her companions. She falls asleep the instant her form is set down on the uneven sheets.

>*The next morning*

Eileen awakens caked in a layer of her own sweat. Her head pounds and thrums incessantly. She was no stranger to migraines and headaches, but this feeling was unlike the curses that come with old age. Sitting up, she remembers flashes and glimpses of the dream she had the night before. The screaming, the chanting, the blood of her brothers on each other's hands - a dream she's been running from for many years now. This time, however, things were slightly different. As she focused on the words, they sounded like the chanting of the incantations Odin had used earlier. Perhaps, there was a link in the language. Equally as likely, her mind was playing tricks on her. Regardless, she needed to distract herself from the pain. She looks out the window, seeing the pinkish-blue sky as the sun crests the horizon, and decides to take a walk to hopefully clear her head.

As Eileen leaves her room, she gives the tavernkeeper a nod as she walks through the now empty tavern. Looking over at the table she and the newcomers had sat at the night before, a slight grin creeps across her face as she suppresses the pain. She leaves the tavern, walking down the cobbled streets towards the Graveyard right below the Abbey. It was a quiet place that would, at the very least, let her take in a fresh breath and clear her mind. She knew it likely wouldn't alleviate the headache, but the sanctity of those grounds never failed to bring comfort to her in the past. Thus, she proceeded to walk slowly towards her destination, occasionally stopping to rub her eyes or stretch her back.

>*Eileen heads to the Hamlet Streets*

[catboywizard]

Odin was beat. moving with eillen, he went into his room, waving goodbye to her, whether or not she saw didn't matter.

He was quick too falling asleep, and his dream could be considered more stressful then Eileens, though that could be put up for debate.

He woke up next to someone. Or maybe he was that person? He isn't sure, he doesn't remember.
He was at a table, with another person, a man, and some strange diagram in front of him. He explained too the man how the diagram worked, and how to do...something, something dark.

A dream transition later, he's in a guest bedroom, and he...
He's in bed, and he feels like he's suffocating, the man he spoke too a moment ago was doing something-

Before everything became black.

And he woke up on the bed, his entire body shaking. He feels like he was betrayed.
By who?
Who was he in the dream?

What was he doing there?

He feels a darkness, different then the one already hanging over the Hamlet.

After getting ready, his whole mind pondering, and spaced, he walks out the door, too simply explore. Maybe find Vane, and tell him about his dream.

>>> Odin leaves into the Hamlet Streets. <<<

[kodissajumissa]

Vane followed his companions to the Tavern., where they ate and drank enough to carry themselves towards the other day. After filling his belly with actual human food, he felt confident that the beast wouldn’t turn into a feeding frenzy. After receiving a room to sleep in for the night, Vane felt relieved. This was much nicer than sleeping outdoors, however still risky. He chained himself against the bed frame just in case. It probably wouldn’t hold the beast if it woke up, but the noise would alert other guests. He took a moment to just lay still for a minute while letting his mind drift. He meditated and focused on how his body felt against the bed. How his hands felt like his own hands and his legs felt like his own legs. He was in his own body and in control. So everything will be well.



Next morning he woke up out of a dream where he was chasing villagers and howling in the night. It was very typical nowadays for him to dream in the beast’s mind, yet he still woke up in sweats. He wondered if the others slept as badly as he did. He didn’t stay in bed for too long and got up. He dusted his old cloak and dressed in it, before stepping outside.



> Vane goes to Hamlet streets