The Bar, Re-opened Options

[Henge]

Clay dusts off all the bottles and glasses and throws away a plate of chicken wings retehe must have left here 5 months ago...

he Pours a healthy amount of dark liquor over crystal clear ice, and out of an old looking bottle, taking a long pull from the drink he ponders upon recent developments, he begins to daydream of vana'diel when suddenly the door to the bar slides open.

whoever that is, i hope your up for a drink.

[DivA]

~cosmic visitation.. ;p

As the newly arrived visitors begin to settle in & observe their surroundings, phased sounds shot out beyond the sturdy door; beyond the windows, reddish lights accompany the eerie sounds in perfect accord ~ sounds of warning, of something unfamiliar to the lands of Vana’Diel. Silence falls as all look towards the front in warning, the sounds of trouble - sounds of pain. A loud screech came from the belly of a creature, its bulking form crashes into the door - shattering it to pieces, the phased ruby light pulse through the air & hit the creature once more, a final time. The creature, unfamiliar to the inhabitants of Vana’Diel, collapses in a crumpled heap to an endless sleep.

A brief shock courses through the community; unerved by the alien nature of the event. Footsteps follow, revealing a presence - a being unlike nothing anyone had ever seen. Cloaked, all that is visible lies in an unusual device held in this being’s right hand - the source of the ruby light. From the swirl of dust, a form could be described, that of a woman - her cold gaze meet the shocked crowd, quickly scanning the area ~ as if anticipating further danger. Violet eyes flicker, a mysterious contrast against snowy, spiked hair; upon quick inspection, she nods in satisfaction. The barkeep, unraveled by the event - speaks in a dialect unknown to the woman; her piercing gaze meets his. In a swift motion, she taps her left arm that glowed with unwavering golden light. After a moment, she has his words spoken again; this time, she understands & bows before him.

“My apologies ~ I shall fix your door..”

The woman turns, her left hand glows with golden light ~ it is here that many would claim a miracle had taken place...All shards, every tiny remnant of what was once the door ~ elevate in silence & re-assemble with inhuman precision. The crowd watches in silence, a few gasp at the spectacle; the door is whole once again..

Nodding in satisfaction, the woman turns to face the crowd & looks curiously at several faces, some of whom were familiar from somewhere ~ especially one with emerald eyes, though details escape her.

“Deja-vu..” She muses to herself, then realizes suddenly, “How do i forget the time; i must return & reclaim my bounty on Pioneer 2..” Upon grabbing the corpse of her latest bounty, she bows once more & within a flash of multi-colored light, vanishes.

It is a tale that many will speak of in the coming years throughout Vana'Diel, of an event that defied rational explanation ~ of a being that came & went, from elsewhere; perhaps from the heavens, perhaps from ~ beyond...Stories spoken in earnest, shall eventually become fabled myth ~ who would believe it anyways? ;p