Nine Knuckles Pubhouse Bar

[Sibilya]

(Here's tha deel: No WoW, and I'm starved for RP. Anyone else in the same place? Well. You're in the right place, methinks. I'm making this up as I go. ^-^

Basing it on the World's End Tavern in Shattrath, as I just LOVE that one. How about this one's in Netherstorm/Blade's Edge? Sure!

I might not be here much, so the Thum character is anyone's if they want it. Everyone can have it! <3)

The storm outside grew and grew. The purple clouds flew in all directions outside of the eastern wall, but none of it was heard. Perched upon the very edge of the Blade's Edge, the Nine Knuckles Pubhouse was one of the last homes for all surviving Scryer stragglers, renegade ogres, lost Mok'nathals, rebel Arrakoa, and any adventurers of the Horde or Alliance.

Built by the draenei explorers, it was originally placed in the safest area of the Blade's Edge. As Draenor crippled, the land shattered, making nearly all area around the pubhouse unsafe. It sits extremely close to the bridge to the Netherstorm, making it an ideal planning point for any Scryers wishing to attack the manaforges directly.

Though usually mainly quiet and empty, a recent surge of Horde adventurers wishing to assassinate Kael'thas have been stopping here often. At busy times, the pubhouse is completely full. But sometimes the consumers (or not consumers, in her case) have different motives.

Sibilya was one of these. Under the dim light she shone brightly, but her face was dark and angry. Obviously very transparent, the apparation sat on a stool in the center of the line of stools facing the bar. She had on a large, flowing dress. At the ends, it phased into cloud, floating off and disappearing. As spooky as a blood elf could ever be, her voice was screechy and spine-chilling. Her hair was white as snow, her complexion equally pale. She growled, and the lonely barkeep wandered over.

"Greetings.. ghost?" the dark brown orc-looking creature asked. "I am Thum. Half-ogre! And what're you supposed to be?"

Sibilya looked up and glared. Her hair swept back, as if a gust had just hit her. Though there was not even a breeze. "I'm Sib. Seen Zor- nevermind. I need to try and stop that. This.. is.. like a vacation, isn't it? For today." Thum nodded.

"Booze?" the mok'nathal asked simply. "I've never served dead.. people before." Sibilya nodded slightly, and the half-ogre filled a cup and slid it over. Sibilya's hand reached out to catch it, but the cup slid through her hand. She frowned as the cup shattered into nothingness on the floor.

Thum winced and looked over his shoulder. Sibilya glared at the bar, and dug her long fingernails into it. Her entire hand just phased through. Thum sighed.

(Now, you go and throw your character in, mmk? )

[Kroljas]

*Thud thud thud*

The sound of heavy plate boots echo within the walls of Shattrath at this time of night. A tall, stocky figure slowly walks towards the bar in the city, the steady clink of his armor resounds in the small space. HE stops and looks around, as though checking for something.

*Thud thud thud*

He steps into the pub, taking a look around at those within. He takes a few steps towards the bar and mutters.

"A drink, Sir." He raspy, metallic voice echoes from beneath the helmet on his head.

"Any, uhhh, certain kind?" The Mok'nathal bartender asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Anything with alcohol in it." He states, pulling off his helmet.

[Sinfael Vanmoriel]

Sparks of lightening crackle across the dim violet sky as the pub door swings open, admitting a single hooded figure inside. The cloak about the woman's heels flutters as she presses the door closed again and takes several steps forward into the warmth of the establishment.

"Ho, Thum," a smooth voice calls to the bartender in a sigh.

Sinfael pulled back the dark hood from her face, letting her ghostly jade eyes pinch closed as she shook her chin to each side. Her long strands of fiery red hair flicked the air and plumed out along her back as it came to rest.

"...And, missum Vanmoriel. What can I do you for today?" Thum cocked his head to one side as his squinty blue-grey eyes shifted from the hulking Forsaken to the diminutive elven sliver just behind.

Someone near the back of the bar looked up as Thum's voice intoned the General's name.

"The same thing I always come here for."

The bartender reached beneath the counter to withdraw a wide bristle brush and dust pan then strode casually around to Sibilya's side, giving her an apologetic smile as he began to mop up the wet shards of broken glass.

"Righto'! One tall pint of rumor garnished with a sprig of controversy, coming up!" Thum's laughter was earthy and deep, but when he looked up to see Sinfael's unamused scowl pointed in his direction, he quickly did away with the broken mug bits and tools and clapped his calloused hands together.

"Mudder's Milk for the tall fellow and a draught of Sweet Whey for the lady." Thum wiped his palms on his apron as he took down two mugs from the dish shelf and walked through an archway into the back kitchen.

The clatter of pots and ladles rose up in the background along with the sound of a few cooks cooing questions at the barkeep. Thum emerged a few moments later with a pair of beverages in grasp, which he set on the counter with two clicks.

[Sibilya]

Sibilya glared at the half-ogre constantly, completely ignoring the general and the soldier. "I wasn't done with that drink."

Thum just blinked, hobbling back over to the kegs. Once the phantom was sure that she would get another drink, her eyes wandered around. She smiled, almost darkly, once noticing Sinfael. She waved energetically.

"Hey Sin!! Oh, and hi... who were you, again? Oh, well, I guess it doesn't matter. Hi Sin!! Where is Baby Sin? You didn't leave her alone again, did you? Tsk, tsk." Sibilya quickly sputtered out, her voice screeching high above the clatter from the kitchen.

She turned her head away, her claws digging into the bar again, this time much more vigorously. They hit physically this time, scratching the bar while glaring at the back of Thum's head.

The brown figure just nodded, obviously feeling her arctic leer.

[Sinfael Vanmoriel]

Sinfael smiles faintly at Sibilya as she slides into one of the bar stools nearby, threading her fingers through the mug of pale liquid. "Evening, Sib. Something troubling you?" Her eyes briefly skip over the banshee's dagger-like fingers where they prick the wood counter.

[Sibilya]

Sibilya's eyes scanned the ceiling of the room for several minutes. They darted in every direction like a fly's would, leaving no corner or spot unnoticed. She frowned incredibly deeply, and turned over to Sinfael.

Sibilya looked absolutely unholy. The darkness as well as light trickled down her dress relentlessly. Her hair swept back again as she bit her nail and then told Sin, "Yes."

"It's Zorto, have you seen him? Have you?! I need to find him, capture him. I found him several times. Did you know that he enjoys to take the guise of random people and things? He does. Becareful. He might take over one of your friends - and then stab *YOU* with a long knife. So, have you?"

[Erelle Netherbright]

"Sib, can we not talk about this for once?"

Erelle's voice rang out suddenly as she appeared in the doorway. Looking nearly exhausted, she sighed and ran a hand over her face tiredly, waving absently at the barkeep as he hurried over to take her order.
She slid down onto the seat in front of her and turned to face her companions.

The barkeep peered at her silently and she pulled her gloves off, setting them on the counter.

"Just....get me something."

[Sibilya]

Sibilya's gaze fixed on Erelle. "And why not? Do you want people to forget about him? If they do, we will all die! I'm being serious here, I wish people would stop thinking I am joking. You will all die if you don't help me!"

The apparation continued to ramble as the barkeep came back around with a large mug of beer for the ghost, nodding at Erelle as he turned back to get her order.

Sibilya looked down on it, grabbing it with one hand. Her hand just passed through, and her muttered something under her breath.

She grabbed the handle with two hands, managing to pick it up. Slowly moving it towards her face, the phatom eventually was able to put the mug where her mouth should be. The beer flowed quickly out of the mug, seeping through her like air and splashing onto the ground. Thum sighed, and waddled over to the spill, giving Sibilya a concerned glare.

[Takaii Sinwalker]

The storm outside raged on as a man kicked open the door, mumbling something about "****in'' greedy green goblins.."
The elf was of his race's average height and obviously aggravated. He lifted his head as he ran his fingers through his hair, revealing his indentity to be none other than Takaii Sinwalker. The expression on his face instantly changed to surprised and relieved as his gaze met those of his friends.

"Hello, dearies!" he smiled brightly. He found his place at the bar and whispered to Thum as he returned from cleaning the spill. The brown orc made his way into the kitchen and placed Takaii's order.

"I'm not barging in on some private meeting am I? I seem to do that quite a bit.." he tapped his chin in brief thought.

[Erelle Netherbright]

"No Tak, you're not. Just one of those nights."
Erelle smiled wearily and moved over to make room for him.

"Please, have a seat. You look about as happy as I am, right now."

She shook her head and sighed, pulling her blonde hair back off of her face.
She gestured to Thom for a refill of her drink and lapses back into melancholy silence.

[Takaii Sinwalker]

Takaii let out a sigh and reached for the flask in his boot. He took a swig and placed it on the bar.

"Just the goblins in Area 52. Dragged my ass out this far to get a replacement part for the zeppelin and they want me to do some ridiculous task and pay more than I should. Thats not even whats bothering me, its the fact that I haven't got a damn thing to do with the zeppelin, ship, and my crew. Gold going down the drain and no way to replenish it. Work is scarce if it doesn't invovle pledging myself to political shackles.."

He stopped and put his hand to his chin, tilting his head to crack his neck. "Whats eating you, love?"

[Sibilya]

Sibilya smiled devilishly. "I'll be she is worried about Zorto. Oh, seen Roo lately? I need to find him to get him to help me search."

She then hopped off of her seat, floating off. She levitated over to a nearby potted plant and looking around it feverishly. Evidently, she did not find Zorto there as she screeched very loudly, shattering three mugs sitting carefully on a nearby rack.

She frowned, placing her face onto her faint claws and wandering back over to her stool.

[Takaii Sinwalker]

Takaii winced and covered his ears at the screech as his eyes glared at Sib.

"No! I bet she doesn't care about Zorto like the rest of us Sib! And no! I haven't seen Rooku because we're not together anymore!" he gave a sigh, "Damnit Sib..ya just need to take it down a level, love. Ya have to face it that you're the only one worried about Zorto and that we miss the old you. If Zorto turns up, this Regiment can take him out if need be, deary."

He turned around, facing the bar and tapped his fingers on the edge of it, his rings clanking. He took another swig of his flask and ran his fingers through his hair once more.

[Sibilya]

Sibilya gasped, turning around slowly and glaring at Takaii. "HMPH! EVERYONE EXCEPT YOU CARES, RIGHT?! YEAH! AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE? I DON'T LIKE YOU! Or Ere! AIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" the banshee screamed, shattering any glasses in the area.

As the screech died out, so did Sibilya's visibility. As the sound dwindled down the silence, the ghost was completely gone. The wind swept through the building suddenly, and in the place where she stood was the long knife that she always kept with her.

[Takaii Sinwalker]

Takaii roared in pain from the yell as he hunched over, attempting to evade any falling glass. When all was said and done, he got up and sighed, looking around the damaged bar. He picked up Sib's knife and slid it in his belt next to his dagger.

"This should buy ya some new glasses, lad.." he tossed a pouch of gold coins on the bar in front of the jaw dropped Thum. Takaii ran his fingers through his hair again, looking over to Erelle and grumbled, "I'm such an idiot.."