Poster: Davin Byrne
Post # 30
yes! The Medieval Tavern.
Which it turned out that he gave Myrina a ride up. Made things easier
and no sweat on his part. Had her tucked in against him, her back to his
chest and arms either side that she'd not slip off. Once there along
with the others, he was quickly down then a helping hand to help her
down as well. At least he smelled good tonight.. not of burnt wood or
fish and crab.
She rode in comfort, and knew she would be safe. "Thank you,
Davin.." The smile was gifted to him as she accepted his aide as
she eased from his horse. And he did smell good, but to Myrina, so did
crab. Yum! "Your horse is beautiful.." Looking to the beast
with a smile, and hoping she still smelled of jasmine, and not the
running about she did at the lake earlier. Anthea was going to kill her!
Her whole family were going to lock her up and throw away the key. But
for now, she was going to have fun.. she deserved it. Patting Davin's
hand, she smiled once more and turned to view where they were at.
Dorian had seen to a horse for Molly when she mentioned she wanted to
become part of the Order of Athena. The well-trained paint was part
Arabian and though it was hard for Molly to get used to a saddle,
instead of bareback, she was managing. "Still looks quiet."
Tykir, Molly and Bannon where not far behind. Infarct, Tykir was already
starting to the front porch. The place might be abandoned or it might be
teaming with people. It was hit and miss with this certain
"His name is Thor," nice black stallion with a bluish white
mark that looked like a hammer on his forehead. She was up close and
personal for a second in helping her down before he quickly stepped back
and waited on the others. So far there were no talking spiders.
"Thor.. I know of him. Norse God of thunder, or was it war?"
She brought her gaze to linger on the horse, before turning to study the
owner. It was so great to do this tonight. "Come on.." She
took Davin's hand and pulled him to the stairs, but was she moving or
standing still. "Hurry..."
Bannon brought up the rear as they rode up to the building. A quick
glance around and he was heading up the steps not far behind Tykir. He
made a sound like a cricket for everyone's benefit. That might wake the
No! No waking up spider! Shiver! Knowing their luck they would see the
mother of all spiders.
Which had him burst out in a laugh as she decided he was being too slow
and helped him on his way. He was quick about it too, taking the steps
in three at a time bound. Ended up pull her up the last of them.
"No fair?' She laughed as Davin took the lead and she was aided up
the last step with a grin. "Now, what is this place? A tavern? An
inn? Is it dangerous, or not?" And off came the questions for all
to answer if they wished?
"Depends on who is inside. This place is notorious for
danger...when it's hopping."
"Danger?" She took a slow swallow and then looked about their
So the yell of FEE FI FO FUM" and a crashing from within did what
for the young ones?
"It is the armpit of the vortex as some would say. A dangerous
place for some and one never knew what kind of sights or sounds they
would find here." Barely out as the banshee called. He had the door
opened and held for all.
Molly was up and heading for the door when she heard that. And she was
grabbing both Tykir and Bannon by the arms. "I'm not English!"
Tykir dove at Molly, that's what! Catching her in the crook of his arm
and shoving her so that they were in and to the side of the door. His
body in front of hers.
Squeaked out though she was laughing, and left go of the two, smiling at
them sheepishly. and then she was inside and being protected! Holyhades!
Whoops, sorry about that! She was all smiling and Tykir was in battle
Vortex of hell. That is what her
brother had called it. Well not like Davin had said, but she liked
vortex of hell, had a nice ring to it. "What do you.. "She was
close behind Davin, and didn't finish her sentence as Tykir and Molly
barged inside! "Oh spit.." Mumbled.
Nothing like a banshee, or the like, just a leather clad grey haired
devil with her feet propped up on the bar, "welcome to my
parlor," she intoned with a smile ...
Oh crap! Welcome to my parlor said the spider to the fly. She was no
fly, and perhaps now was looking for spider webs.
"Crapit, Charlie!" Tykir choked out, but started to laugh as
he looked around to see the woman was the only one inside. He cut a look
back at Molly with a sheepish grin then started to the lady at the bar.
"Charlie? " As in Charlie of the Lake. "Charlie!"
She smiled bright. And secretly saying a BIG thank you to God!
"Here's a fly for your pleasure," waggling his brows as he
slipped an arm around Myrina and brought her up to the infamous one.
"Wow!" She was laughing now but her heart had been in her
"Buzzzzz.." She crunched her tiny nose with a wink given to
Davin. He was making her feel safe, and stayed snug against that arm
holding her. "Do flies buzz, Davin.. or hummmmmmmm" Chuckle.
Bannon just chuckled as he studied the lady. Charlie? "Evening,
Charlie, ma'am." Adding the ma'am because he didn't really know
Charlie tipped her head " you were expecting some one else?"
she laughed,waving them to come in.
"Charlie.. " She chuckled with a hip check to Davin.."Do
you know Charlie?" Didn't want to introduce him and he already did!
She didn't mind being protected. It COULD have been a giant or banshee,
right? She was on Tykir's heels but not so close that she'd step on him
if he stopped quick.
"Evening to you all ..young Lord," an incline of her head,
that was about as formal as she got, "Charlie One Time at your
service," grinned wickedly at them all ...
He was expecting several some ones, many someones actually. "No
one's better." He started around the bar to go on the hunt for
whatever he could find to aid in their grand adventure.
Charlie had her almost giggling. Turning her gaze to see where Bannon,
Tykir and Molly had gotten off too. Waving madly with her free arm to
dear, did you find any quiet boots ?" meaning mocs of course,
arching a brow, "what are you looking for Tykir?"
"Aye, I know of her," giving Charlie a wink as he took up a
lean against the bar and got the flask of potcheen out. "Charlie is
an icon in a few places."
They weren't far. With no real tender, and no one to yell, hopefully,
she climbed up and sat on the bar, looking thoughtful. "I don't see
the attraction sitting here."
"Mostly in quiet conversations that none want to be know except by
a few trouble makers," waggling her brows.
"She scared the life out of me, almost out of a tree.."
Smiling as she eased on the closest stool. "Only my brother's boots
for now, but when I can.. moccasins.." Nod went that blonde head.
"Excuse me for a few minutes," which he was up and around the
bar heading down the hall to see what he could find.
He found a stool and planted his arse right there, giving Charlie a
grin. "So you're the one and only."
As Davin looked down the hall, Myrina was looking up the stairs. She
studied how many rooms she could see from here, even if any noise came
from there. Perhaps something to find out up there.
"Darn right she is." Tykir said, his voice muffled as he
The ghosts of much naughtiness were up there.
She eased from the stool. Looking back to Molly with a wink, before
booted feet moved her toward the staircase that would lead her up one
step at a time.. slowly. Naughtiness? Oh heck. Ghost do the dirty? Gah!
Will plug her ears!
He had heard Charlie but thought to stand with drink in hand of proof of
what he was looking for. As it was he just jostled about.
"Anything." He finally answered, coming up with two bottles
fisted in his hand. These he clunked down on the bar and turned in
search of some glasses now. "Moll, see if you can get those
open." He was snatching down glasses, only the ones that looked
clean, and tucking them against his side. One. Two. Three. Four. He
glanced to Charlie, did she need a clean glass?
"Thankfully so yesh," bobbling her head," though sadly I
am much more settled then I once was," but still as good as she
ever was. Chuckling at Molly. "I recommend the railing of the
staircase, you can get a lot of speed coming down " and hopefully
landing on a hot male from HF, which she did ... Charlie was good, she
had a glass,but it was any ones guess what was in it ..
Waving to her friends below, Myrina soon vanished to the upper floor.
Her boots she eased over each creak, even moving away from a piece of
wood that looked weak. Sense of hearing took hold, and with her eyes
closed she listened to anything, perhaps find an empty room to be nosey
Maybe if they died in the middle of doing it. She leaned over the bar to
watch Tykir, grinning at him when he stood. "Okay." She
grabbed up one of the bottles and set to work on it. Giving a grin of
triumphant when the first one opened. Then she set to work on the
Tykir glanced up to Myrina disappearing above. Really, there was no
telling who or what was hiding away up there.
The fifth door down, Myrina softly rapped on the door. With no answer,
she turned the knob and eased inside, leaving door wide open. And,
Gross! "Egads!" Someone had liver for dinner, and the room had
a scent of blood about it so whomever ate it raw. Turning she rushed out
the door and leaned over the railing.. "Someone was here.. but
their taste," pretending to vomit.
Charlie twisted looking up, "what makes you think there was
something wrong with their taste buds? This place caters to umm many
species that eat raw anything." She grinned, of course anything was
He was listening as the lass went exploring then frowned until she
reappeared and pretended to vomit. "Not there now though?"
He was back out with a variety of bottles. Some liquors and some wines.
"Help yourselves," as he set them on the counter then crouched
down to find some clean glasses on the shelves below.
"No, shall I touch the food and see how warm it is?" Spoken
from Sherlock Myrina! And Ewwww Charlie.. wait.."People eat bloody,
raw food a lot here?"
"Got them, Davin." He had the glasses...he had bottles too but
the more, the better. Tykir looked up to Myrina, a bit of concern
marring his brow. He had forgotten she wasn't born in Heathfield. Didn't
know of Rhydin and the 'sorts' that frequented here.
"Well of course they do, Bess use to have a few zombies about to
clean up the dead bodies you know," huh, another legend to be
She took a sniff of the drink inside and placed it aside, then checked
the second one. "Zombies?"
Satisfied nothing was here now, she turned about to shut the door with a
click before returning to her friends. "Zombies?" Lift of her
brow in confusion.."What is zombie?" Ditto Molly!
Charlie nodded her head, "hmm and vampires and fairies, of both
kinds, and um Dark elves,they like raw meat too ..and um ..lots of
folks," she knew quite a few in her day ... vampires.
Oh, she knew what they were. Just was hoping there weren't any more
"Got more then!" He also found a deck of cards which he hefted
himself up to sit on the bar and deal out hands. Just something to pass
the time as he drank.
She knew what fairies were, but the other creatures. She was utterly
"They are the undead that eat living flesh ..only way to kill em is
off with their heads," giving her finger a motion at her throat ..
Was Charlie going to give credence to Tykir's reaction when they
Lids widened. Mouth hung open. Dead? The dead did not die? Now Myrina
was looking around slowly looking for the bogey man. Swallow. Lifting
her fingers to touch the slender throat with thoughts of ....shiver.
Alright now she wanted to be buddies with a spider!
But of course, he had been born in the region ..he knew the stories that
"I thought you had to burn them?" Likely he was getting
different ones confused?
Burn? And burn? These undead seem like a powerful bunch and she suddenly
was pulling her hat, wanting to hide her face.
"Back when this place was hopping, Myrinavalentina." He didn't
say her name like that to be funny, anymore, it was her name to him.
"There were so many different kinds that frequented here." He
looked to Bannon. "Burn? Thought that was a witch..."
Obviously, this lot didn't know how to defend themselves from the darker
side of creation.
"Hmm I suppose you could ...gets rid of the undead body, but a hand
cut off still moves .." winking at Davin ..
Poor Myrina Valentina would be jumping at shadows now.
Jumping at all that goes bump in the night. Magic was one thing, but
undead? She knew the cross fought off demons, so Myrina quickly pulled
her cross out to hold it tightly.
Charlie nodded her head, hmm I think she is still around too, just
hasn't visited here in ages," she mused ..adding she hoped more
fuel to the fire so to speak ...
She heard of witches. So that didn't really scare her.
Wow. This was interesting. "Did they live upstairs?" She
picked up some of the cards and looked them over. Not that she knew how
"Well upstairs, in the closet, such a great place too ..under the
Tykir was also, unconsciously, scooping up a hand of cards, his gaze
lowering to what was displayed there.
She? Who the bloody hell was Charlie talking about. Molly. Molly was a
good place to hide. So she moved to sit near her, speaking not word.
Porch? Myrina looked to the floor quickly.
"Who is she?" Did he miss something?
"Aye, burning at the stake." He scratched at his chin
She took up a handful of cards. Keeping her mind on this.."They say
in the colonies.. they drown those they feel are witches. But they are
not, so they cannot free themselves." Studying her hand closely.
Hey! How did Bannon know all this kill-the-undead-stuff? Was that part
of the training that Tykir wasn't aware of? Some sort of brotherhood
"Which one,? there are several I know ..one was Gabriel ..erm ..
knowing their names is not really a good thing ..gives em power over
you," uh uh, Charlie could spin a yarn ...
Nah. Scary stories in the sewers. Why do you think he was so good at
"Like the angel Gabriel?"
Charlie nodded her head, "hmm but no angel was that one,"
still not bad as witches go ...
"Doubtful." Tykir snorted, comparing the archangel to anyone
in this place was a big leap.
Well that was soooo refreshing!
"But who is she? The one that you said might be still around?"
She glanced at Davin who had gotten quiet. What were they doing with the
Myrina was placing her hand in order. Spades, then clubs, and finally
hearts. She held no diamonds.
Charlie shrugged her shoulders "I don't know her name .." if
she had known any names they were forgotten,with times passing...
Looked to Charlie. And then slowly to Molly. Who was she? That had
Myrina looking upstairs and glad she was here now.
He was taking it all in as he shuffled up the cards to turn them over in
War, an easy game that didn't take much to think on. "My cousin
married a Gabriel.." somehow thinking that was not the same one
Charlie was talking about.
She didn't know that was the game, thus did she place the hand face
down. Awaiting her turn. What was so bad about this place? Why had her
family made such a big deal about her staying away? She didn't care. She
was having fun. "It is a nice name.." She loved Michael, but
Gabriel was nice too.. speaking of angels that is.
"This place has a wonderful history..sometimes the old ones come
back ...then it gets lively," she grinned sipping her drink,
watching them with their cards ...
"He's a knight though." With wings. "Gabriel, who married
a Quinn." Like Davin had said.
Tykir stacked up his cards face down in front of him, listening to
"Michael or Gabriel?" Turning to Bannon with a smile, before
addressing Charlie in curiosity.."What are these old ones
"Who are the Old ones?" Glancing up to Charlie from the cards,
"are you one of the old ones." Figuring it had nothing to do
"Well look around Heathfield..most of the folks my age use to come
here for entertainment, even a few Knights well before they were
knights. I am ..." she knew age was relative to the conversation
"Ohhh sorry... " Apologetic smile went to Davin. Tonight she
was taking a lot in, and then turned to Charlie once again.
"Really?" She smiled and waited for more. She loved learning.
"Karl?" He was an old one. Did he come here too? He couldn't
imagine Karl here ... frolicking. Ha! Vincent? Did de Beauvais frequent
The king? Wow, she kept her attention to Charlie listening.
"Indeed, though not as wild as others .. Your blessed mother
too," and that was a fun time for Charlie ...
"Did the queen? What about ..." Who had she met.. snaps, whom
her sister met. "King Leoric? Perhaps the women too? I mean, did
any fight the undead and win?" She answered that one.
Molly was just listening now. She knew Lorcan and Dorian had been here.
And all of the women at one time from the Mercantile. She looked at
Tykir and grinned. His mother too?
"Ah handsome Leoric, and his brother too ... if you see them in
Heathfield, they came here at some time ..."
He just waved a hand. It was common knowledge that his mother and
Charlie used to have their adventures. "How about Andrew? Did you
ever hang out with Andrew here?"
Andrew? Prince right? She thought but would not ask. She waited for
Charlie to answer Tykir as she listened. All knew Heathfield better then
she, so she would learn in silence.
He knew Andrew had come to the MT, that most of them had, that was the
very thing that had spurred Tykir on to see it reopened. He wanted to
know what Andrew was like when he came here.
"He came here ..but towards the end of this place, he had other
tasks to do and was not about as much," still a force to be
reckoned with ...
Darntootin'! Andrew was the Prince of da'bombs! "And Gem? Was she
one of the old ones? Or one of the newer ones?" She wasn't their
age, but, was she really as old as his mother? Or even as old as Andrew?
"There were nights it was standing room only or if you were lucky
and had a nice shape, there was a lap to occupy," bobbling her
head, or a handsome man to lean against.