The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Adleth: XX

Needs work: XX

"So, we're going to see some guilds?" Adleth asked impatiently at the remaining party members, while Riu filed out the door. The people left in the room were herself, Herod, Markos, and Asher.

"That's the plan." Asher poured himself a drink from the bar.

"Shouldn't you clean those glasses beforehand?" Adleth criticized. Unsure of how many germs there must have been on those old glasses.

"It's alcohol. Literally used to clean wounds every day." Asher replied as he drowned out a layer of dust with the booze. She rolled her eyes.

"So you guys want to get going, or?" Adleth started for the door, the house was a creaking old manor with cobwebs and the smell of wet dog she didn't want to just chill out.

"Oh uh- first I gotta run to the back just do a uh prayer real quick-" Markos tried to make his way to the back of the room as Herod vaulted over the bar and grabbed him by his cloak. The two of them seemed to laugh for a brief second but Markos still wanted to go.

"Nope- we are not doing that." Asher concluded, drink still in hand. Almost as if he had become accustomed to Markos's desperate attempts to do.. Whatever it was he was planning. "I've got to do some talking with the Guilds. Please don't summon all out apocalypse on this place?" Adleth could almost hear a tinge of desperation in Asher's voice. She scoffed, like this half elf could actually bring on some kind of doomsday. "Herod.. Can you watch him while were meeting with them?" Herod sighed in response.

"Yeah sure, I'll make sure he doesn't kill anyone." Herod replied.

"You're kidding right? What is he gonna do? Pray real hard?" Adleth asked sarcastically, but Asher's blank mask met Adleth's eyes, he was warning her.. But of what? "Anyway.. Let's get going-" She didn't even have time to react as a bottle was suddenly hurled before her, smashing against a wall to her right. Markos was forced to jump out of the way.

"What the hell?!" Herod exclaimed. "Asher, dude, I said I would watch Markos. You don't need to throw shit!" A second empty bottle hovered from a table nearby as Herod unsheathed his sword, slicing it in two mid air throw.

"That's not me." Asher growled. He sounded slightly upset, Adleth noted as she reached for her own sword. She spun around, she'd faced quite a few threats, both in the underdark and in the black market telekinesis wasn't unheard of.. But she figured she had everyone worth accounting for right there.

"It's the ghost.. Isn't it." Markos said aloud. "Is that you Ghosty Non-believer?" From under him Adleth watched Markos's chair get pulled away as he flipped in place landing on his feet with incredible reaction time.

"Maybe calling it a ghosty non-believer isn't a good idea?" She shouted to the half-elf who was practically dancing around bottles being thrown at him.

"Hey now! No need to throw things we can-" Markos ducked as a chair came his way. "Talk this out." The objects stopped for a moment.

"Look, what do you want, ghost?" Adleth asked as she picked up a fallen chair. A sudden feeling of cold spread across her spine. "Where are you?" She mused through gritted teeth, she hated not knowing about shit. It was irritating, always being told of some bigger world then herself spirits and magic and crap honestly she had yet to meet someone she couldn't just stab. A bottle began to float in the air like it was getting ready to be thrown.

"Wait wait wait!" Markos affirmed quickly. "Uh.." Adleth could see Markos cringe a little as he tried to think, whether gears were moving or wood was burning she wasn't sure. She simply prepared her short swords like she'd said, no one couldn't just be stabbed. "You're.. The owner of this bar aren't you? Lif, right?" Adleth tried not to laugh at the name, was the ghost from a tree or something? 'Leaf?' she wondered. "What... Do you want?" Markos's words were slow, slower then Adleth would've expected someone as crazy as him to be, in fact his entire tone had shifted, like some semblance of sanity was remaining to try and get him out of trouble. The bottle was slowly lowered to the bar table set down gently without a sinister move. Adleth held her hands up spinning her swords on their small rings she sheathed them trying to indicate a lack of harm.