Sorry it took so long lifes been abit hard on me lately but your not here to hear my excuses. I'd like to thank my editor once again for helping me. Shes an amazing fic writer and if your looking for a good harry potter fanfiction I'd like to recommend Hollowg1rl's From Lilies to Pomegranates its entertaining and shes still continuing it. Anyway onto the story as always please leave a review to tell me how i did it helps alot...also im planning to add more adult things to the story (lemons mostly) but wasn't sure if anyone would be interested so if i get some people to vote for it ill add those in when its appropriate. once again thank you and enjoy.
Azzarth had been following the path for nearly an hour. Now he was a good trek from the city, and only forest covered his path. The lush trees swaying slightly in the wind, the sounds of birds and animals in the distance; it had a very serene feel to it. It was almost too good to be true, or atleast that's what Azzarth thought.
He was used to cities and towers not traveling the woods and thickets of the wild. However, even with all of that going through his head he had a feeling that he was being watched. Choosing to ignore it for now, he kept moving onward. Following the winding path before stopping to check his map that the dwarf had given him upon inspecting it, Azzarth let out a low growl. The map had only three landmarks on it in total that being the city he had left the woods he had entered and then the quarry itself he was going to.
There was nothing in it about if there was a fork in the road, or if he needed to take an alternate route just the three steps. On the side of the map was what he assumed was the dwarven language however Azzarth couldn't read the script being a mage he never thought to learn the writings of the mountain people. Sighing, he rolled up the map stuffed it in his pocket and walked onward.
Soon the day was falling to night and he had no clue how much closer he was to the quarry. Looking around he noticed what looked to be an inn tucked away in a small side path from the main road. Walking slightly closer revealed an old building that looked rundown but also in just enough repair to be considered usable and from the faint light and sound coming from it, Azzarth guessed it was still functioning. Stopping an extra moment to move his valuables to his bag so if any pickpockets came by they would only find a useless map or the dagger on his hip. Azzarth's mage orb where it always was hovering just over his shoulder as if waiting a command or to be used somehow.
Now, the teifling male stood up and began walking toward the inn. Catching the name of it as he passed through the doors on an old wood rotted sign it was called 'The Dark Omen Inn', cute. Azzarth entered and the inside was only in slightly better shape than the outside. Old wooden furniture littered the area, chairs and tables, a few carved booths to the side, stools in front of the bar.
The bar keeper was a grizzled looking man who seemed no stranger to fights but he also seemed to be happy with his lot, pouring beers and ales to whatever drunken idiot came by. The patrons were what you expected; big thug like men, and scrawny thieves sticking to the shadows abit more which was an easy feat, considering the lights in the place only light up about a half of the inn's main floor. The place smelled of cheap stale beer mixed oddly with the forest dew.
Azzarth didn't bother taking notice to the many people huddled around tables yelling in drunken stupor, though upon noticing him, they did all stop and stare; glaring at him as if a man wearing fancy clothes like him didn't belong. Or at least, his clothes were fancy compared to their standards of leather chaps and ragged, age worn shirts. He noticed the glares and looked back at them, his deep red eyes seeing right through them; the black scleraof his eyes highlighted the red pupils more, adding to the effectiveness of his gaze.
Backing off, they went back to yelling and drinking. Finally, Azzarth sat down in a side booth safely away from the others, but also lit enough to keep tabs on any daggers aiming for his back, or hands sneaking for his bag. There was one person in the inn he had yet to notice, and that was the barmaid; a woman of a long, thin build walking easily between the tables, serving them their drinks and food.
Her skin was pale grey, with short silver hair and pointed ears, with eyes that glowed a light violet in the dark, but were a pale blue in the light. She had a thin waist and somewhat wider hips, her chest seeming to be about a b cup from what Azzarth could tell from her clothing. The attractive female wore what looked like a courtesans outfit; a thin strip for a top pressing her chest up to give it more of a shape, thin veils connecting to her hands up to her shoulders. As well as a thin veil covering her mouth, only slightly hiding her otherwise beautiful, but slightly pointed features. Shear skirts letting you see her legs a little bit down her thighs. The woman was clearly a drow and she was soon walking towards Azzarth.
The drow sashayed herself over to the male as he sat down. Leaning forward on the table, and exposing cleavage that wasn't that impressive without the tight top she was wearing, she gave him a sultry grin. "What's your poison?" She inquired, a teasing lilt to her voice.
"Usually dragon spit mixed with mandrake root, but that's enough to melt armor from bone," he said, smirking a little at her already guessing her game; after all a female had a lot to do to keep food on their table. "But to actual drinks... Could I get a regular pint for now and we can discuss other drinks in a bit or poisons," Azzarth said smiling, not sure if she would care for the poisons talk but he was a mage they knew a lot of magical ingredients; a lot of which can be used for healing and medicine...or the opposite. Even still he watched her carefully enjoying the view as it were and relaxing a little, not thinking of the other patrons though some were still giving him dark glances, perhaps mad he was being a little friendly with the bar maid.
Giving a soft throaty laugh, the drow woman winked as she straightened. "You're a lively one, aren't you? I'll get you that pint, and maybe if ye play your cards right I'll get you more than that." Turning on her heel, she swayed between drinkers as she headed to pour a pint for the male, easily avoiding the hands seeking to pinch her bum just by side stepping, causing the hands to pinch another patron's rather than her own. Almost like clockwork after dodging the few pinches did the patrons start yelling at one another angry that one had been pinched and the other too embarrassed and pig headed to admit he did it.
"Ah, so this is how the big brute spends his day yelling and arguing with cheap drinks!" Azzarth said to himself watching as they started to fist fight finding it a little entertaining seeing fists fly and teeth being knocked clean out. Sighing though he decided to end the little game and threw his orb at the group, as it let out a white flash freezing them solid a second. "That's enough, you can chill for a second and when you thaw pick up your teeth and your tab, I'd rather not deal with broken tables and glass flying around simply because morons like you cant keep your hands to yourselves." He growled, glaring at them.
His dark red eyes almost searing through the larger males. Once they thawed they cowered away like mutts with their tails between their legs. Azzarth couldn't help but let out a low laugh, his deep voice rumbling with it. The orb of course flying back to its master and being set on the table as he waited. He was getting a lot less sideways glances now, most of them having turned into concerned, quick looks, quickly going back to what they had been doing before being noticed.
The barmaid was smirking so much the veil didn't even hide it as she returned from the other side of the inn, her pale violet eyes dancing in mirth at the chaos she caused. "Come now, that's no way to end a girl's fun." She winked, sliding into the seat nearest Azzarth and leaning toward him as she placed the mug in front of him.
"Well, it was fun to watch but I think you'd agree it's better than them smashing up the place and a certain beauty being forced to clean the place again." Azzarth smiled at her and taking the drink in hand, sipping it a moment before setting it down and looking at her curiously. "But if you want I could find a few other ways to entertain you... Though I'm curious, how did someone like you end up in an inn like this? There's a bit too much finesse in your movement to be just a bar maid... Not to mention your choice of clothing a bit too revealing for this line of thugs and brutes." Azzarth questioned, clearly showing interest in her, and looking her over still as she sat next to him his hand moving and gently touching her cheek, his thumb brushing under her veil for a moment, a smile on his face as he drew his hand back. He then took a long swig of his drink before setting it down and waiting for her answer his tail flicking in a curious manner.
"Oh, I wouldn't be the one to clean this mess up, luv, I'm just here for the fun." Winking, as she took his mug and took a sip herself before leaning forward on the table and looking the teifling over herself. "Good entertainment is always so very hard to find, but perhaps you would prove, adequate." She did, however, pause and regard the male with calculating eyes at his question, he being the first to even bother wondering about why she was in a place like this.
"I wanted a way out of the Underground and the politics of the other Drow. This place is as good as any, and I can handle myself, would you care to see?" Leaning toward him again, the drow woman licking her lips and pressed her bosom against his arm as she looked at him through her lashes and grinned a teasing little grin.
"So you don't fully work here, and I can see that, wanting freedom from the traditions and expectations of others, especially when they force you down to their ways and not your own... Sure I'd love to see how you handle yourself, after all I've seen you can move well but something tells me there's a bit of danger to you; a venom hidden behind your words and eyes I cant fully place.." Azzarth mussed, being sure to whisper the last part after all her fun would really end if the others found out she wasn't just a beautiful body and a quick mover.
Azzarth did however blush, an added redness to his face when she pressed to him. He wasn't used to people getting that close. Timidly moving to take another drink as a way to distract himself. Though as a half demon a deeper part of him was whispering much darker thoughts into his head as to what to do with the female. Azzarth shook them off though, not wanting to deal with that side of himself right now.
Giving another throaty laugh, the drow woman started trailing her fingers against his outer thigh. "Danger? From little ol' me?" Shaking her short hair about her face, she leaned closer and dropped her voice into a low whisper. "The only danger here in what's in the drink, luv," pulling back, she winked and stood, starting toward the back of the inn and giving him a small smirk over her shoulder.
"Oh, you sure its not the daggers your hiding in your skirt?" Azzarth said his tail having moved between them and grabbing one of her hidden stilettos. He smiled almost a flash of victory having moved his tail to show her he had grabbed it. Before looking at the drink as she said that growling and getting up to walk after her. He was wondering when she might have poisoned it after all. She had drank a sip as well. Not happy about this, the orb flew off the table and into his hand nearly looking like it was burning hot now.
Grinning a mean little grin, the woman tugged the dagger from his tail and spun it around her fingers as she led the way away from the other patrons; she never knew if she'd have to work a place twice after all. "Catch me if you can, luv," with a wink, she vanished in a slight puff of smoke, a mostly hidden back door flying open only seconds later. Of course, she was standing and leaning against the wall right outside it, wanting to laugh at the mage's face when he stormed through and couldn't see her.
Azzarth stormed through the back door looking around enraged, fire in his eyes before he calmed down alittle using a quick spell to identify what poison she might have added to his drink.
It found nothing, and then he lifted the orb from his hand it hovered and let out a bright light casting shadows everywhere. A smirk covering the males mouth as he saw the drow woman hiding right by the door thanks to the shadows.
"Lying about poisoning someone for no reason is stupid; poisoning a mage is even more stupid." He growled down at her, messing up her hair abit and crossing his arms waiting for an explanation.
The drow seemed to pout in an annoyed fashion crossing her arms and letting out a slow growl at her hair being touched. "Now luv, it was all just a wee prank no need ta get your britches in a twist. Though it was enjoyable seeing ye mad…now I'll be off the fun has left this place for me." The female drow said, giving him a small curtsy as if to be cute before disappearing in another puff of smoke.
She had gone a small ways, hiding behind a tree and looking over the map she had lifted from his pocket thinking it was to treasure of some kind, but being unable to read it she chose to follow the male once he left, already retrieving her bag of hidden items and changing into leather chaps and a small top, a belt of daggers crossing her chest ready to fight and throw at a moments notice now.
Azzarth sighed and watched the woman disappear growling, he didn't feel like staying at this inn anymore. Returning only to pay for his drink and finish it before leave on his path once again. He didn't need the damn map to get where he needed especially since the road not too far up ahead cleared the woods and entered a stony range the quarry just a few more paces beyond.