The best place to cause problems for the law..., Is in their own backyard..

[Silver Bell]

Now, it's not like Jovan wanted to cause problems for the fine people of this wonderful, peace loving city. No, he would never do that.. He was just going to have a little fun.. that was all.. But then again, for a pirate, fun usually involved either violence or stealing. Which ever came first.

The elf sat at the bar of the local pub, watching the simple people visiting and laugh. The fairly tall elf sipped from his goblet, the handsome eyes of silvery gray wandering from face to face. His long, curly dark hair was hanging upon his shoulder, the black head band which bore the skull and cross bones hidden. (For now at least.) The faithful rapier of stormsteel lay at his hip, the flint lock in the highly decorated belt. Billowy white tunic and dark breeches smelled of the sea, one of his buckled boots lying on one of the stool legs, the other was having it high heeling tapped against the wooden floor.

The short bar maid came over to him, a steaming plate of food in her worn hands. She set it down in from of him. "That'll be seven copper." she grunted.

Jovan sighed, setting down his drink. He pulled the coins from his belt pouch, not the purse that lay under his tunic. He slipped them into her out stretched hand, and she walked away. He began to tear at the large piece of meat in front of him, also taking a bit of the loaf. The sound of laughter filled his delicate ears, and he turned. Two rather large men next to him were talking rather loudly, their races rosy and their tall glasses nearly empty. Jovan grinned. He looked around to see that now one was looking, took a small stone from his belt, closed on eye to line it up with his target, and gave it a hard flick with his agile finger. It hit the back of the man's head. The man howled and turned to his friend. "What was that for?" he said in a loud hic-up.

"I didn't do noth'n." the other replied.

"Yes you did, don't deny it!"

Jovan calmly finished his meal as the fists began to fly. He winked at the flustered barmaid you was trying to stop one man from throwing a stool at the other, and quietly slipped out of the tavern. He yawned and stretched as his gray eyes sparkled in the bright sun. Today was going to be a good day, he could feel it.

[Stars9]

Vicen, recently back from reciving his "payment"(a dragon egg for those who didn't read/be a part of any RP with him in it), was walking down the street, bulap sack voer one shoulder. He counted the money he had gotten from another one of his jobs and had planned to enter the taver to find more work and relax when he saw a stool fly out the window. guess i'll have some funn today as well as find a job he said calmly. he noticed another persons tanding right outside the taverna nd just waved as he walked inside the tavern. Outside, yells and sounds of punches could be heard from inside. two emn flew out the window through the same hole the stool had, without breaking the window any more. Vicen's head popped outt he window along with his ahnd, holding some money he had taken from the men. with a sly smile he said, "Thanks for the food guys. And if yout ry to come after me, it'll be more than afew pieces of silver." he puleld his head back into the tavern where most people were lookinga t him, one man, with no weapons used, had taken down two big, drunk, angry men.

[Pied Piper]

The tall cloaked body of Shane "The Ripper" Drakulya walked by the tavern an elf had just left. He looked at the elf who had left the tavern. "A pirate..." Shane muttered as he stretched his left arm. it was sore, who's arm wouldn't be swore after being laid on against hard rock for a few hours. But it wouldn't be sore for long. Shane was used to these kind of things. H elooked back at the elf. The reason he knew it was a pirate is because he can spot his own kind. He decided you walk up to the elf and make conversation. But in the language of thieves(please go along with it silver bell)

He walked up to the elf and spoke, "Halitk triu ortey" Which in english means 'Do you understand me?" Shane thought to himself. "God dammit what a lame first question. Do you understand me? This guy is gonna think I'm nuts... A swift breeze blew his hood down revieling his strange crimson eyes. These eyes had seen even committed many murders. Or jobs as many called it. Shanes's head is litterally on the line here. A bounty of great value is on his head. Some say it increases every week.

[Silver Bell]

Jovan watched, with almost pride in his eyes as he watched the two men fly onto the ground where they were greeted by large pieces of glass. He softly chuckled, and had turned to leave when he heard a voice whisper to him in a familiar language. "Do you understand me?"

Jovan looked him over. Missing fingers, and blood thirsty eyes... Jovan stopped his hand from flying to his rapier, and answered. "I do." A odd smile spread over his face, his eyes slightly narrowing. "And how did you know I speak the tongue of rouges-"

Jovan grew silent as two knights walked up to him, "Who did this?"
One shouted at him, pointing to the two men on the ground. His partners hand was tightly wrapped around a vicious long sword.

"They have had too many spirits." Jovan responded calmly. He waved a lazy hand towards the tavern. "Ask the bar maid, she will tell you who threw them out."

The knights looked the two of them over, turned, and entered the tavern. Jovan looked to the stranger, a deviant look in his eyes. "Now what was I saying?"

[Stars9]

Vicen was sittinga t the window, twirling a glass on his finger. He noticed two gaurds walk in. He watched the bar maid point to him and the gaurds walk over. "If you're here to hire me, i dont work for the military or any other formal power." he said this without even looking up. One of the gaurds shook their head and began to speak but vicen cut him off, "If it's about those two drunken monkeyes outt here that's not your problem or concern anymore. If you have a problem, deal with it and leave." He watched as the gaurds began to speak again. he tossed the glass into the air and punched the first oen in the stomach, followed by the next one being hit in the head by Vicen's hand as he caught the glass and tossed it to the bar maid. he then threw them both out the window as he ahd done the two drunk men before. Sticking his head outt he window and smiled slyly, again holding money he had taken from them. he tossed the money to the bar maid and then jumped out the window. "Some people never learn their place in life, those of us who are strong deserve respect, regardless of their position in the social ladder." he looked over at the two people talking. though unfamiliar wih the language he listened anyway,a cting as if he was lost.

[Pied Piper]

Shane studied the gaurds. Nothing he couldn't kill..."Why did I know you knew the langauge? because I can spot my kind a mile away. A sixth sense you could say." He knew it was safe to tell this elf who he was. A code amoungst rogues you see. "My name is Shane Drakulya. Have you heard of my name? And you?" He had made sure no knight or gaurd would here him when he spoke his name. He didn't need to run from this place yet. He scratched his head with his hand, the one with no missing digits I say.

Before the man replied he asked him another question. "What brings you here?" He let out a big yawn. Sleeping on stone can keep you awake. Also makeing sure no one could come and kill you while you were sleeping.

[Silver Bell]

Jovan ignored the man for a moment, he was still listening, but when two knights went flying out the window he couldn't help but chuckle. Jovan turned to him, slightly twiching as he heard the word Drakulya. Tamtra image danced in his mind.. and then left with the loud crack of a firearm. "No," he repiled, the sparkle in his eyes fading. "I have lived on the seas for most of my life, I do not know many people upon the land. My name is Jovan DragonFeather."

He paused for a moment, throwing long curls behind his shoulder as he thought. "I am just passing through." A bitter laugh escaped his lips. "Or I guess you could call it "running" through."

He flexed his shoulders as a small shiver ran down his spine, the mark between them slightly moving. Out of the corner of his eye he could see someone watching them. His delicate elven hearing could also hear more foot steps approaching as the two knights began to stagger to their feet. They looked very unhappy...

[Stars9]

Vicen glanced at the gaurds and kicked one's head into the other's and then threw them afew feet away. he again went back to leaninga gainst the wall of a building, lsitening to the other two people. He went into an alley for a second, throwing a theif who ahd been waiting there out, and examined his dragon egg, it had been rustling but it seemed to have stopped. he wnt back to watchingt he two people againa nd closed his eyes, trying to decifer the language they were using.

[Pied Piper]

"I see, you are just running through" Shane turned his head in the direction of Vicen. He nodded his head in dissaprovement. "Dammed fool, I don't care how strong that guy is. You don't go attacking two damn gaurds in a place like this." Shane quickly covered his head with his hood again. He scratched the palm of his left hand then spoke again, "How 'bout this? I say we should travel together. With your knowladge of the sea and mine of the land we would me a great team. I am trying to find a girl. I acctually don't know her name at all. I just know that five years ago I freed her from an elvish labor camp where humans had been enslaved. She gave me this." He took out the blood stone and showed it to Jovan. it seemed to glow red even in the bright sun. He then spoke, "Ever since then I've been trying to loook for her. I can't explain why though. So wanna team up?" Shane normally wouldn't ask someone this. But hell even he needs help sometimes. That and the one time he tried to sail a boat he sunk. he prooved to be a good swimmer though.

[Silver Bell]

A smile spread over Jovans face. It was very odd to describe it, but I suppose one could call it a smile that was a mixture of joy and hysteria. "Hhhmmm, I'll tell you what. I'll agree to this little "game" if you can do one of two things." Jovan turned, and looked back with a wink. "You first have to keep up with me and second..." he pointed over his shoulder at the several figures that loomed near by. "You can't let them catch you."

With another wink, and a small chuckle, Jovan bolted down the street. 'Might as well,' he thought as he whipped out the long black bandana and put it back in its proper place. The Jolly Roger figure sneered at the crowd as he ran by. Why was Jovan running you ask? Well.. A group of knights looked after the fleeing figure as they helped their fellows to their feet. "That's the elf from Andre," one called. "The DragonFeather elf with a bounty on his head, Jolly Roger."

The glared after the fast moving elf. "Half of you stay here, and the rest," his gaze lingered upon Vicen. "Deal with the ones who have injured our men."

[Pied Piper]

"No problem." Shaned bolted following Jovan. He through his cloak off hitting a gaurd in the face. As the gaurds saw his facve and body they all shouted. "It's The Ripper! Get him!" Shane now next to Jovan even able to pas shim turned his head and spoke. "I forgot to mention. I have an extremely high bounty on my head. How you plan on getting out of here? I can't call my dragon at the moment. So?" A gaurd game stampeding at Shane on a large steed. Shane stuck out his left hand. His missing fingers re appered but as long sharp claws as did his other fingers turn into sharp claws. He made one swipe at the man's jugular vain. Blood gushed in all directions. Some even landed on Shane and Jovan. He was used to blood on him be it his or someone elses.

[Silver Bell]

Splat...

Jovan felt his stomach tighten as the thick, warm, wet crimson washed over him. He gazed down at the body that lay twitching on the ground that had once been a man as his large steed galloped away with a frightened neigh. Jovan felt his body grow cold, and he felt the urge to give up his meal.. But he swallowed and fought it off. He had only felt this way only once in his short life.. And that had been in the battle those fateful years ago... The battle that had destroyed the only life and family he had ever known.. It was true that Jovan had killed other men.. but that had been in a fair hand-to-hand battle. And he only used the flint lock for defense and that only. He looked at Shande, a shiver down his spine making his body even colder. Shane was also covered with the man's blood... but it didn't seem to bother him.. His eyes were cold.. dark... Was being by this strange human's side a horrible mistake? But now it was too late.. The knights would think that he and Jovan were partners.. Why must we do things that we will come to regret?

Jovan heard the sounds of a sword being drawn from behind him. In mid-run, and with elvin dexterity, he pulled the pistol from his belt and fired. The small iron ball flew through the air, piercing it's target. The knight dropped his sword and grasped his heavily bleeding wrists with murmuring whimpers. Jovan returned to the firearm to his belt and ran hard and fast. He did not answer Shane's question, he just ran.

As the young elf fled, heart pounding against his chest, he thought about what the human had just said. "I can't call for my dragon.." A dragon.. The image of the dying Tamtra dripped into his mind like the blood that now dripped down from his wet curls onto his stained cheek. Jovan sharply turned into an alley. It had a high wall that blocked others from going into the quiet streets beyond. Jovan looked over his shoulder, checking for Shane, and then began to climb. He placed his hands into the jagged holes, slicing open pale, slender fingers.

[Stars9]

Vicen stared. The Ripper!?!?!? he hid in the shadows againa nd looked over his options. After a while of planning he jumped up onto the roof of the building, he planned to follow these two till he found other work. He took out his dragon egg and shiend it slowlya s he watched. The ripper...normaly i dont do work that helps the govornments...but this is just too much money to pass up easily...

[Pied Piper]

Shane caught up with Jovan. He stopped and caled to him. "They have lost us. I am also sorry you about the blood getting on you. It dosn't seem like it but it does affect me." He began to wipe off the blood with some cloath and handed a piece of it to Jovan. "Here this will get rid of the blood. Again I am sorry. Before you say it I will answer. No I don't like to kill, I've had hash times. You will get to know more about me as we travel." He knew they had been lost by the gaurds but someone else hade followed them here. He didn't want to make it known that he knew of the pursuer. He spoke in the langage the pursuer would not know. "We are being followed by someone. Don't show any sign of suspicion. If this person thinks they can't be detected they will lower their gaurd down." He scratched the top of his head and yawned. No sleep.

[Silver Bell]

Jovan whiped the blood from his pale face, tieing his stained hair back untill he could wash it. Jovan reached into a pouch and pulled out a bullet, fingers flying over the pistol as he re-loaded it. "I understand," he whispered in the secret tounge. "So, where are we going?"

He shoved the jammed the long iron rod down, putting the bullet into place. He knew how to do this relitivly quickly, but he was taking his time. "And, where is your dragon?" Jovan asked softly.

He knew it was a selfish thought, but he hoped that the man's dragon would not be a Fu. That might push him over the egde into deeper, darker water's of depression.