7th Century, 632, Mournful 12th
Elven village of Ramstead, local tavern
Sayana brushed her long auburn braided hair with her hands gently. The High elf’s auburn hair just barely passed by her shoulders. Her dark blue eyes looked firmly at the tray of ale glasses coming their way. She shined up and grinned when the barmaid placed them on their table. Quickly she grabbed one and took a large sip from it.
“Maybe you should take it easy, Sayana?” Her friend suggested.
Sayana glanced suspiciously at her best friend beside her. The woman was almost 7 feet in height and with beautiful braided blonde hair. It went down her back and almost to her rump. Her emerald green eyes looked back into Sayana’s own dark blue ones.
Sayana raised a finger and waved it at her.
“I. don’t. Think. So,” she declared firmly. She ended with a giggle.
“Sayana, you’ll be incredible hungover tomorrow if you decide to continue on that eight glass,” her friend reiterated for what felt like the hundredth time for both of them.
“Stop trying to hold me back. We’re celebrating!” She drank up half the glass in one go.
The other two by the table laughed. The large 9 feet Drakken emptied his ale glass immediately. The orange scaled male turned to Sayana’s best friend. “I think she deserves a night to remember, Tali.” He looked at her with his orange eyes.
Talizaryna-or Tali-looked at him with a stoic gaze.
“If she keeps drinking like this, she probably won’t.”
The Drakken male laughed loudly, showing his large saurian teeth.
“Perhaps.”
Turning back to Sayana, Tali realized she had emptied the glass and was waving at the barmaid for another round.
“Wait for the rest of us,” Fallon said, smirking.
“Not my fault you fall behind,” Sayana told her promptly. “Drink faster.”
Fallon snickered and decided to let out her long black hair from the ponytail. She was only 5.6 feet tall, in comparison to the others, she was pretty short, compared to them. She had light blue eyes and tanned skin. She drank from her ale glass but didn’t empty it.
“Drink up, Tali,” the Drakken male-Draak told his companion. “Celebrate.”
“I am,” she replied in her usual monotone voice.
“Come on. Have fun and let yourself go a tad,” he encouraged her. “We earned four-thousand gold. Easy coin for once.”
“Easy?” Fallon disagreed. “Sayana almost got her head chopped off.”
“Twice,” Sayana giggled.
“And I was almost hit by an arrow in the chest,” Draak said bluntly. “So? We’re still here and unharmed. Let’s have fun!”
“Yeah!” Sayana yelled and fist pumped the air. She looked around. “Where’s Archon anywho?”
“In his room,” Tali reminded her. “He doesn’t drink, remember?”
Sayana thought for at least a minute. “Oh…yeah. Right.” Suddenly she got up and headed over to a light green skinned orc. She swung him around and kissed him, tongue and all. The surprised orc quickly came over the surprise and grabbed her hips.
“Ok,” Fallon said slowly, getting up and after her.
She pulled her friend away from the orc. He didn’t look pleased with that.
“Wait your turn human,” he said and chuckled. “There’s enough for everyone lady here.”
Fallon forced a smile and kicked him in the groin.
“You little bugger, you dead!” He growled. “You dead!”
Two of his friends came over to back him up. Sayana stood and looked dreamily at a Warg twenty three feet away. The upright walking wolf hadn’t noticed her yet. When Draak stood up and crossed his arms over his chest, the three orcs backed down. Fallon led Sayana back to their table. She seemed quite disappointed and pouty she wasn’t allowed to make out with a random guy.
“Look honey, ale,” Draak said encouragingly.
She immediately shinned up and grabbed the glass.
Tali rubbed her forehead in defeat.
“Don’t babysit her all the time, Tali.”
She glared at him.
“I am protecting her. She’s my best friend and it is my duty. My family served hers for two generations. It is my honorable duty.”
“What a duty that is,” Fallon muttered sarcastically, glancing at the drunk High elf girl. “Hey, Sayana.” The auburn headed girl turned to her human friend. “Why don’t you go find Archon and tell him you have a crush on him?” She arched her eyebrows.
Sayana thought about it for almost a minute, trying to wrap her head around the complexity of the suggestion.
“That’s a bad idea,” Tali explained, glaring daggers at Fallon. She didn’t like when someone messed with her best friend. Especially in this vulnerable state. “Drink up and I’ll take you to your room to sleep it off. Before you have some milk.”
“Milk?” Draak chuckled. “What?”
“It is good for preventing hangovers if you drink it the same night.”
“Hangover’s half the fun lass.”
Tali shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Drakken’s.”
Draak simply laughed at that. When Tali turned to Sayana, she had fallen asleep. She smiled slightly and removed a few strains of hair from her face. She gently shifted Sayana’s body and let her rest her head in her lap for a moment. She breathed softly and cutely as her chest raised slightly and lowered. Tali couldn’t help but smile.
7th Century, 632, Mournful 12th
Eiiron Forest, Black Spire
The giant one hundred meter high tower stood tall, as it had done for centuries. The black tower was surrounded by two different sets of walls. The first was thirty meters in height and the other fifteen. In front of the second wall, a ten meter wide trench filled with water left only three entrances passed the second walls.
The Black Spire had been constructed in the 5th Century by the Circle of Sorceresses. An Order of sorceresses long since gone. It had been hunted down and destroyed by the Mage Circle for heresy and for not recognizing the Mage Circle’s ruling Council of magical affairs and laws regarding those with magical abilities.
Currently, Jaleesa was the proud owner of Black Spire.
She was standing in her private stables, petting her beautiful horse. From mane to tail, the horse was white. She affectionately petted her gorgeous mount.
Jaleesa herself had pale skin, long white beautiful hair and soft light grey lips. Her blue eyes looked into the horses eyes while the moved her hands through his mane. She had dressed herself in purple robes with a white star.
In the background of the stable three Goblins wobbled about and carried out their duties to attend to her personal mount and stable. There was a Dark elf standing a few feet away. She carried a tray with a pink bottle of wine and a fancily crafted glass. With a straightened back, she stood obediently and waited patiently.
The horse Jaleesa had named Steppe Strider, had been her companion for years. She had had him ever since she became the ruler of Black Spire, after her father’s death. She released him with her right hand and reached back towards the elf woman.
She started pouring up wine in the glass and then handed her the glass.
“Thanks,” Jaleesa said and sipped from the glass. “Hmm. Aeyaen winery at its best. One of the best things about living in Eiiron Forest. At the ass-end of civilization.”
7th Century, 632, Mournful 13th
Elven village of Ramstead, local tavern
Sayana groaned loudly when she leaned over the table. Fallon smirked.
“Not feeling so hot, huh?”
Sayana glared at her.
“Hungover,” Tali said plainly. “Drank too much. I told you not to, remember? Or maybe you don’t.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Sayana waved her away with a painful grimace.
Fallon snickered.
“Sorry love. But she did tell ya.”
Sayana groaned again.
“I feel horrible. Archon make it go away.” She looked at the Dragon elf druid.
Archon had blue skin with clear white eyes and long dark green dreadlocks. He was dressed in black robes and had a dark blue mages staff with him. He looked up at Sayana. Shaking his head flatly.
“I can do nothing.”
“You’re a druid, Archon. How can you not know how to cure a hangover?!”
“I didn’t say that.”
Sayana and Fallon both looked at him. Sayana blinked.
“Y-you know how to cure a hangover?”
He nodded.
“Then why did you-never mind-just do it.”
“I cannot. The cure, my friend, is to not drink in the first place.”
Sayana slammed her head into the table with a groan. Fallon laughed, ignoring her own aching head. Archon had a stoic look on his face as he drank from his glass of milk. Draak came over and joined them. He looked at Sayana.
“Not feeling so good?”
She groaned and waved a closed fist at him.
He chuckled.
“Shocking,” he said sarcastically. “How’s that kiss feel?”
Tali glared at him.
Sayana lifted her head and stared at him.
“What? What? What kiss?” She asked hysterically with grave concern.
“That orc,” Draak told her with a grin. “The one you randomly kissed last night. I’d add the Warg, but I think you just looked dreamingly at him.”
He enjoyed Sayana’s horrified expression. She looked at Tali desperately. She unfortunately, nodded.
“I-I kissed an orc? Was-was he uh…”
“Hot?” Fallon finished. “Not really. I’m sorry though. I stopped ya, by the way.”
Sayana gave her a hug across the table.
“Oh god, thank you, Fallon. Thank you sooooo much!”
Fallon had trouble breathing when Sayana hugged her by the throat.
A barmaid placed a plate beside Sayana.
“Your breakfast madam.” The plate had a piece of bread, two eggs and roasted tomatoes. “I hope you enjoy it.” She smiled sweetly when she left the table. “Your glass of milk is on the way in a moment.”
Fallon playfully tried to grab the plate, only to have Sayana slap her head away.
“Don’t even try it, thief,” she warned her.
Fallon and Draak snickered. Archon smiled at how she put her arms around her breakfast protectively.
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