*nods to the man. looks over to the sleeping minotaur with a small smile. she walks over to him*

would you like help up to your room?

No thank you Draven replies sleep resonating heavy in his voice.

*nods an walks back to the corner*

You should have been on the field,, you would have had a good feast on your hands vampire.

Samwise walks into the kitchen rubbing his hands. He is eager to try his new mushroom stew. He plucked these mushrooms early in the morning risking his very life in the Nurenhill forest.

Draven's sleep is uneasy. images of his comrades being killed run though his head on a constant basis. He twitches and starts to rumble in his slumber.

Boromir takes advantage of his new skills and touches the minotaurs arm closing his eyes. His palm with star marking begins to glow.

His eyes close and visions the battle Dwaven experienced.

Bright lights, fire, and roars. Metal clinging and magic casted. Blood has been spilled.

He then sees through the eyes of the minotaur a demon of great wings. Fire surrounds it.

Boromir screams and throws his hand back shocked.

He now sees his potential in the lands. He now sees that no one is safe in these lands as long as demons roam them.

Next time let me know, I could always use a nice feast! *she says with a light giggle*

Draven wakes with a start,,, Reaching for his axe with one hand and grabbing at Boromir with the other. What is going on,, why are you waking me? starting to get up draven realizes where he is and that the battle is over for now.

"With a touch of my palms I can use foresight.

I have seen what you have fought and I must say you are lucky to survive it.

It seems the Lands of Bavidirian is not safe anymore. Not only will minotaurs struggle but all life of the surface dwellers.

Demons have entered the lands!" Boromir says in a shrill voice.

The cry of the Minotaur has been raised. All of my kind that survive are starting to gather. There is no way to know what numbers will come, but there will be more of us than anyone in recent memory has seen

Trampling can be heard on the roof. It is frantic.

Dravens eyes shoot upward,, and leaps to his feet. Axe in hand he runs upstairs to find out what the cause of the noise is.

A loud screech is heard and the trampling continues. It tramples to one side of the roof to the other.

Storyteller Note:

The following have joined the game! Communicate with each other and get more involved in the Green Dragon's Tavern.

Dreamboat1974 - Human Sorceress
Lilypetal - High Elvin Sorceress
Thumper95 - Minotaur Warrior (level 2!)
Dragoness - Human Dragonrider
Tamgig_Giantkiller - Dwarven Warrior
Criani_peracien - Human tavern owner and warrior
MirrorMirror - Gnome Bard
Redhead44613 - Vampire Assassin
lilott - Human Wizard
bastet126 - Vampire Necromancer
Auryss_Valeria - Pixie Sage
1956Cleo - Gnome Prophetess

The following are still creating their characters:

DifferentKindofWench
MetalWing
Franshade
7z3r05
Pete026
susansplace
moon_lightride62

A loud roar is heard from upstairs as Draven looks for the source of the noise.

scratching and clawing on wood is heard.

A ladder reaching a trap door can be seen.

Draven bellows for all Minotaurs to rush to the inn. He prepares for a battle that may be forthcoming.

Storyteller Note: Only DungeonMaster can create atmosphere, additional monsters and character of the game. Players are only allowed to play their own characters.

Thanks for understanding

Draven prepares for whatever may come down the ladder, he has his axe in hand and the look of battle on his face, the noises hurt his ears, but he is ready for anything.