Turning to Suli
"I think Saur may have played a trick on you, Suli. You seem to have been passed out for a long period of time, but you only just appeared at that table over there again at some point earlier this week. Whatever he gave you last time must have been strong if it forced you into a temporal shift. Then again, that half dragon was known for his tricks.
"
Nathanial picks up the glass that he gave to the young man, dumps out the ice and passes it back.
"Im sure you will find that to your liking."

Turning toward the man in the trenchcoat, Nathanial utters a few words.
"That will take some time, is there any special blood that you would prefer? You name the species, and I believe I may have access to it."

As the tall man walks in, and orders his drink, Nathanial draws some of Saur's infamous ale from the tap.
"I believe you will find this to be among the strongest drinks in the land."

A slender man steps into the bar. His crackling green eyes show far more years than his unlined face. Windswept blonde hair, bleached nearly white by the sun, extend not quite half-way to his shoulders. His garments are simple and unadorned; solid midnight blue with a light half-cape of the same color. The air around him trembles with his presence. Faint ripples emit from him, distorting his image ever so slightly.

He glances down at himself, sniffs, and sneezes.

"Damn, I really need to bathe. Bartender! Is there a basin of water or puddle handy nearby? Even a used hog wallow might help."

The large scruffy man takes the mug of ale, which seems more like a can in his monstrous hands, and downs it in one swift gulp. He pauses for a moment, stares at the empty mug, and grins. Again stuttering, but with less trouble now that he had ordered his drink, the man turns to Nathanial and says:

th-thanks, keep 'em c-coming

The man reaches into his tattered pants and retrieves a large, bulging pouch. Reaching into the pouch he pulls out some coins and then tucks it safely back into his pocket.

He turns to Nathanial and drops two platinum coins onto the bar. Without an ounce of sarcasasm he says

I d-dont believe in tabs, so this should c-cover the night

Obviously restrainign the effort to do something, the man clenches his fish into a ball

"Whatever will be quickest then."

OOC: Fish?

The older man eyes the vampire warily. His talents were lost on the undead, but he knew he could defend himself.

Suli is interrupted in his drink by the presence of the vampire. Being a lawful good cleric, such creatures must be exterminated. But it's entirely too early in a night with too little alcohol to begin a battle. He finishes his glass, and motions Nathanial for another.
Aye. Put it on my tab. Saur has it somewhere around here, he always knew what I owed him. That tricky scoundrel. I could have been questing for strong booze!

The young man eyes the glass before finally giving up.

"Eh, I don't care enough right now . . . mind if I just drink out of the bottle since you seem to be out of shot glasses?"

ooc: this aint your grandmother's DND Vamp This is more of a whitewolf version...which means several things are probably going to be significantly different...especially considering that time-period-ish he quite obviously doesent belong

A sleek looking businessman with a black suit and a red powertie walks into the bar yelling into his cellphone. As he takes a look around at the sort of folk that inhabit the bar, he turns and walks out.

A moment later a Gnome, short even for his kind, walks in and climbs up a bar stool. Looking around nervously he Jumps unto the bar runs up to Nahtaniel and taps him on the chest.

"I'llTakeSomeMoonfireBrewSir."

He turns and begins surveying all those around him quickly and nervously.

ooc: haha yeah i liked the way that charater talks in Siege. seemed fitting for a highstrung Gnome.

ooc: lol, ALL gnomes talk like that -_-

ooc:.......you and your logic...... *angry face* =P

ooc: sorry, I had an update all typed up yesterday, and thought I hit submit.. Oh well..
IC:
Nathanial looks the new slender many up and down, taking in the cape and the noticable stench.
"You will find water and tubs in back. Baths come in three price ranges. The first would be plain, cold water for 10 silver. The next up would be warm water for 5 gold, and the premium bath with adjustable water temperatures, fine imported soaps and a personal bather will run you 50 gold."


Nathanial promptly pours the tall guy another drink, and looks at him.
"Maybe, although.. If you keep downing them like that." Nathanial walks down the bar without waiting for a response.


Going to the man in the trenchcoat, Nathanial pulls a worn bottle from under the bar.
"This is the most accessbile. I hope dragon's blood is up to your standards."
Nathanial likes vampires almost as much as Suli, but he has to be nice to his customers after all.


Turning towards Suli
"We do also have this dwarven spirits that Saur brought back from Krynn for your friend Dante."
Nathanial fills Suli's mug and then slides it back toward him.


Looking over at the young man
"Do what you will, all I ask is that you pay for it."


Nathanial looks down at the gnome that is poking him, "I would get it for you more quickly if you would quit with the poking and get off my bar!"
Digging around, Nathanial finds an appropriately sized mug and fills it, before passing it back to the gnome.
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A young pixie is making a fast getaway through the forest and turns around just in time to come face to face with a window...SPLAT! Regaining consciousness a few moments later the pixie begins to pound franticlly on the window hoping that someone will notice him, even though he is small and hard to see. At the very least he needs to get the attention of his mentor, Saur

ooc: yeah.. well, he doesnt know that Saur is gone..

OOC: You copy paster. Lazy Hendo!

Uhm. I'll make sure he gets that. Yes I will.
Suli reaches out for the spirits, knowing full well what Dante's wrath would be if he drank them all. So he figures he'll only drink about half, but not quite yet. He takes the bottle and puts it in his sidepouch, from which much glass on glass clinking is heard.
Thankee.
Suli begins eyeing the vampire. He wears funny clothes. Aye. Very funny. But one thing is certain. An axe to the head would take him out, just like the others. Maybe a turn undead spell to start.... But when.

"Never had it...didn't even know they existed..."

He lifts the glass to his lips, before drinking it down in one gulp. He lays the glass back down on the table before shuddering in what seems to be ecstasy. He lets out a deep, relieved breath, and the hunger within his eyes seems to die down and he relaxes a bit.

"My thanks...I don't know how much longer I could have lasted without feeding...I don't suppose you would know if there are any Tremere around here? They would be known for doing things like this..."

He picks the glass up again, but at he does it lifts of it's own volition into the air and seems to dance there, almost as if hung by invisible strings.

The gnome takes the mug with the brew in it, and takes in a big sniff of the pleasent aroma. He smiles and tosses 2 small gold coins onto the bar and leaps back onto the chair to enjoy his drink.