Ashley's snow white cloak hid her olive skin, her lean body, and her young face. It dragged on the ground yet not picking up any dirt or taking on any blemishes.
As she walked her heels clicked on the cobbled stones, others walked arround her, the little village bustling. People talking and walking all arround her, laughing and talking in serious, hushed tones.
As she walked the sun's rays made her white cloak glow, making her seem like a dim star in the bright day. She was not very familier with this particular village, but she did know enough to manage a walk through town.
Ashley stopped infront of a well known pub, the Wilwarin Inn, though more active in the night, still some came in the day, the sun and the bright yellows and blues of days was Ashley's time, the night her enimy, and soon twilight would come.
Ashley put her elegent fingers arround the brass knob and turned, mist covered the area of the dusty room, she let herself in and took a table in the far corner.
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Twilight came faster than Ashley had expected, she was about to leave, she was only a few feet from the door when she could feel darkness coming upon her. Evil, and darkness.
A quiet whistling can be heard near Ashley.
A small figure, about a foot in size, sits on the brass doorknob and looks up at Ashley, leaning on the wooden door. He's playing the flute with a nonchalant tune, with his empty hat in front of him. Lifting himself off the doorknob in search of another place he sees the looks in her eyes and how they desperately want to get out of the inn.
Terran stops playing the flute, puts it away, and brushes his brown wavy hair. His tone isn't full of worry but rather they warn her of the times to come. His voice holds an aura of confidence.
"My my, you do realize that going out on such an hour in Lomedor would be suicide for a woman that just rushes willy nilly?" He winks once. "Don't be out in such a hurry, a poor illusion such as fear only rushes evil to come more fiercely, but rather just stay for a while, and enjoy a brandy."
At that moment, a small man entered the room, his face covered by a dark green rangers hooded which fitted him nicely, along with a studded leather platebody to
go with it. The dwarf stormed into the Pub, ordered an Ale and returned to a seat in
the far west of the pub, sitting down next to an odd looking woman. The short man
would be none other then Ogden Truehammer, a former member of the clan of
Angdar, the Dwarven pride. Ogden had retired not long ago and now spent his days around the City of Lomedor looking for something to do, and usually he found something. But no, not today, even though the stars were out and the
moon howled brightly to the breeze which would flow eastward, sweeping away
the grass in which almost looked like a wonderful dance, yet there would be nothing to do on this day. Ogden finished up his first ale and ordered another one,
while staring around the room at others which he knew or that he could drink with.
But no-one, other then a few men which were now stripping down naked and dancing around the bar, but other then that bunch of drunks there was nobody he
could even talk to. Nobody at all..
"What iz zur name?" a husky tone exclaimed, but sounded kind of woman-ish.
Ogden straight away looked across the table from himself, and knew that the oddly
drawn women was the one who said this.
"Whats it to ya?" Ogden said inbetween mouthfuls of ale. While trying to speak the
ale had ran down his lip and spilt on his lap, causing a minor distraction.
"What iz zur life to you?" the women replied, trying to outsmart the dwarf.
"My life, ha, nothing at all" Ogden said, confusing the women, yet it seemed to
please her.
"Ahh, very well then" the women said as he stroked her long fingernails against
each other, making a screeching noise and irritating the Dwarf.
"I'll guess ill have to kill zyu then?" she said now in a maniacal laughter.
The dwarf also laughed at this, as he drew the warhammer out from under his ranger cloak. The warhammer was newly bought and polished, made from Bronze
and finished with a titanium hilt, a perfect weapon and very suitable for Ogden.
Of course, nowadays he'd only use it for defending himself, never to start a fight and now was the time he'd have to use it.
Ogden stood there, ready with his Warhammer raised, yet the woman just stood there, laughing. The dwarf was puzzled in which to what was going on. Suddenly,
a jet of white light zoomed across the room and hit the women fair in the face, followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground. The dwarf looked on puzzled,
"Ashley?!"