Thread: The Plead (RetroXGoogle)

Stepping into the tavern had been a mistake. As soon as Raina Nelvanthar walked through the door eyes locked on to her. Clearly the patrons of the Rusty Ax Tavern and Inn weren't accustomed to having strange elves burst into their front door. From bilious smoke clouds and shaded corners, she could feel the gaze of many on her. Her own brilliant green eyes searched about, squinting in the poor lighting of the establishment. Almost everyone there had a protective air about them being able to read people were apart of her talents. After all, one could not perform as a bard without first being able to judge the sort of audience they were to cater to. A lump rose in her throat. Perhaps she was still in shock. Who wouldn't have been? The young elven woman found the bodies of her parents upon returning to their camp site outside of the city. At the thought of her father and mother's corpses, her senses grew sharp once more and she threw her shoulders back. There were murmurs from the fellows. Most had noticed the blood that had soaked into her silks. The green, flouncy skirt had turned into a billow of crimson by the time it reached her feet. All had noticed the unkempt manner of her braids and curls. In anguish she had raked her hands through her hair over and over and over again, making it a horrific mess. She wondered what they had thought happened. Did they believed her attacked or did the tension in the room suggest that they thought she had taken the life of someone? Did it even matter? She looked from face to face of those faces that she could see. Well, it was now or never. Nimbly she jumped on to a nearly empty table, seemingly able to dodge any drinks laying there. Those at the table she leapt upon scowled at her for the disturbance and she offered them a charming, charismatic smile. Or attempted one. No matter how talented of an entertainer she was, the pain she felt was deep. I am Raina Nelvanthar! she started out, projecting her voice well over the chattering din of the crowd. No one looked up. Blood rose to her cheeks. Unlike most of her kind who were easy going, she had a little bit of a temper. She chewed on her cherry lips. How she hated to be ignored! At first they looked at her as if she were an alien and now they paid her no mind! Delicate hands balled into tiny fists and she took in a deep breath of air before continuing yelling this time. I AM RAINA NELVANTHAR! Finally head's perked up to stare at her and she sighed. Good then. I am sorry for interrupting your evening but I am in need of assistance. Earlier in the afternoon I found my parents brutally murdered by a gang of local thieves. They did not take much only an old amulet that my father wore. I am asking help to exact my revenge! I will be able to pay well my family is well known and well paid for our skills! If any of you are interested, please come to me for further instructions! She hopped off of the table and headed towards the bar. There were a few things that she hadn't added. Like the fact that she had a piece of fabric that her mother managed to tear off of one of her assailants and a quick sketch of a symbol that had been branded onto the chest of her father. Hopefully someone would approach her and quickly.