Making for a Vampire two with picture's

Big thank you too the talented Artist shenrill. Wonderful Art as always truly, this maybe my story but her it is all shenrill's Art work.

I write this piece based on work done by Astraltower

Hustle and bustle drinking, drinking games and just games a tavern of a certain village was during a rather festive period filled with patrons flooding there mouths with there favourite beverage a seemingly endless selection too choose from.
The cause for celebration was a trading convoy lead by Lady Nobal a minor Nobel in a somewhat distant land. She headed a group of traveling merchants whose number varied from year too year but they were generally more than sixty this year there were at least one hundred they traded their wears and acquired new stock exotic pieces new foreign foods on more than one occasion the convoy had saved this village and its sister villages.
 
Why one particularly long cold winter food stuffs and rations almost gone the Lady and her convoy were like a godsend when the convoy arrived. Blacksmiths from each village would pile in too shoe horses sell nails repair and one time break a lock upon a chest after the owner lost his key and could not access his own wears. The seamstresses (that is too say a number of men and women mostly women in each village would sow and nit blankets woollen travel attire) sell too the merchants.
They had come so often over the years almost always on the same dates it became a Great event. It was soon an event where each village practically migrated to the one location setting up tents and make shift hovels some to try and sell items others too buy some simply too enjoy the festivities. The last few years had been grand indeed the merchants unpacked and uncovered their wares trinkets treasures toys material for building.
This year there was more than one musician and a rather pleasant entertainer in the convoy whom preformed some form of play with nothing but the cloths on their back an old hat a sheep skull and a toy fish it was apparently a very comical act.
There was someone selling something called face painting an array of animal faces were seen masks and their like for sale a few merchants had even set up what they called gaming stalls where skill luck or both were needed to win. Children running parents ragged this had truly become a kind of festival.

The tavern the half moon inn, also referred to by the locals as the inn lucky enough to be built right bloody there was owned by the tavern master, a large beer bellied man by the name of Flaxter. He was busy drying mugs as he took the scene in around him. The large tavern extended to such a length that it was more like a great hall, mostly empty with a majority of patrons outside attending a bonfire, for singing, dancing. The bonfire was constructed and set alight by the adolescent members of both the villages and the convoy.
They used mostly unimportant things that no one should miss, so Lady Nobal was supervising the blazing sceptical this night. Flaxter mewed too himself he had been looking forward too another conversation with the lady, he remembered conversations past asking her how her convoy seemed to magically appear one day with items each village desperately needed.

One glance in the direction of a certain castle was all the answer needed, he was certain Lady Nobal was not her name, But he also knew the danger of dealing directly or even indirectly with a child of the moon and being found out by groups like the inquisition, an alias would not be over cautious. He had muttered silent thanks one winter then when his niece was saved from starvation and increased his level of appreciation to that castles lady in the form of gold. As he would after these nights of celebrations ended.
As he finished the last mug he turned to make his way to the kitchen to eat when the main door war practically slammed open by a rather odd figure. At first glace it was a child in size donning leather gloves and boots a hooded robe covered the face. A white beard sicking out like a startled porcupine dispelled any belief that this figure was a child. 

With the doors slamming all eyes fell on this stranger conversations ceased drinking ended, walking casually to the bar Flaxter noted the attire marking him as neither a merchant nor villager a traveller of some sort. Flaxter wearing his working cloths straightened his apron, coloured grey by days of work, making certain to have sufficient curl to his long black moustache he smiled his friendliest smile and tilted a new chiefs hat, recently acquired.
As the traveller or in Flaxters mind potential customer raised his hands and flicked his wrists a flat white slate and pice of charcoal instantly materialised in a flash of light blue and began scribbling words upon the slate with the char coal.
Unfased Flaxter Greeted his potential customer.

"welcome sir to Half moon inn"

This would go one of two ways the first this person was looking to assault the castle of lady Deruela in which case he became a fool in Flaxers mind. Second and this Flaxter truly hoped for he was simply a lost traveller looking for food shelter and directions. Scribbling finished the traveller displayed his work to Flaxter he instantly became a fool. The slate read that he wished to find the castle of this land and deliver a message from his master.
Smile never wavering Flaxter gave directions, the few patrons in the tavern all exchanged knowing glances before returning to thier drinks and conversation, giving directions Flaxter expected to never see this poor sod again.
The traveller thanked him perfusly via slate. Flicking his wrists the charchole and white slate disappeared, one more flick and a golden brick appeared in both the travallers hands, carved over it was a great winged beast, a white gem set as its eye he threw it at Flaxter who caught it immediately.

With a bow the traveller turned heel and left briskly out the main door, a fool to be sure but a generous one perhaps. Flaxter turned the golden brick around, he gave it a few taps and banged it on the counter at the bar, once then twice half expecting it to disappear in a light blue flash as well, it seemed to stay. Suddenly raised voices were heard outside then sharp yelps of pain, tavern master and patrons all ran outside. Flaxters first thought was another dam fool traveller casing us trouble my foot going up your-, his thoughts were cut off by the sight that greeted him.

Not seven meters from his establishment three youths from their garments they were merchants or sons of, all three groaned in pain on their sides or back they soon past out from said pain. Just past them was a girl, green hair pointed ears an Elf if ever there was on her knees trembling. The travaler extending a hand helped her too her feet. Two merchants from the conyoy wasted no time marching over to their unconcuse comrades, they begain kicking spitting and cursing the three, it was clear what had transpired. What Flaxters eyes were drawn too was the fool travalers beard or rather lack of unbenoist to the travaler the beard in question no longer sat upon her face.

"well this will take some smothing over"

Lady Nobal sat watching the bonfire, merriment song and dance, she watched the young Elf lead Flaxters fool traveller around by the hand then they danced around the fire, the Elf never letting go. After the incident in front of his place of business Flaxter made a dash for Lady Nobal, upon finding her he relayed the events that had transpired. The three at the root cause had to be rescued from two of their fellows, they did not bother denying what they intended to do, the three had been shoved and prodded and now found themselves at the mercy of the Lady Nobal. She decided to leave their fate too the rest of the convoy, angry at such unseemly behaviour was something of an understatement.

It was something to behold the young Elf girl after being rescued had apparently scolded the heroric traveller, who after saveing the Elf girl was about to abandon her and presumably make way to Derulas castle. A lecture about a delicate flower saved and a heros deuty and reciving a reward followed. The traveller had attempted to wave his arms about as if trying to simultaneously apologies and explain a reason he had to leave but to no avail. By way of apology for apparently offending her the traveller was too dance with the Elf girl.
The said dancing was lovely too watch, at first the silent traveller seemed stiff and awkward next too the Elf as she danced wearing plain unadorned robes. A hood drawn back revealing  a head of green hair an infectiously happy smile spread across her lips, a green butterfly painted over her face like an accessory for some grand masquerade.

"could of sworn he had a beard"

As Flaxter voiced his observation hood still drawn the traveller at first resembled and automated machine stiff in movement slow in speed, as their dance progressed movements becoming more natural they were soon a lovey pair dancing in the night, around a bonfire items were still being tossed in said fire.

"she's a girl" declared lady Nobal watching the pair she spoke with absolute confidence.

This received a puzzled look from Flaxter. Suddenly the Elf stopped dancing the traveller twirled once then stopped the Elf approached, they were talking about what Flaxter nor the Lady Nobal could discern then abruptly the travellers hood was seized by the Elf both her hands holding it down revealing two surprised light blue eyes a head of similarly coloured hair. The travellers mouth parted one moment in silent protest the next soft Elfish lips pressed against hers, their kiss was long the traveller held in place seemed too unconsciously move her hands around the Elves hips finally breaking off.

The traveller stumbled back you could almost feel the blush over her face next a white spiky object flew past her head. A fake beard with out thinking she reached for it arm out stretched into a blazing fire the beard lit up in one instant a thin metal wire remained her sleeve licked by the spitting flames was next. A some what comical sight ensued rolling yelling and the Elf girl valiantly hitting her with both hands the fire died her robs hanging by mear singed threads a close fitting leather tunic revealed the small feminine form beneath her face betraying all emotion she was clearly upset by all the attention she received.

The Elf girl quickly grasped her hand and pulled her along as they both disappeared into the night. Lady Nobal sighed she needed to formally apologise to Deruela she would be taking from each of the merchants involved in the nights incident half their stock and presenting it to this lands ruler she planned to bring more than one special item too.Swallowing her drink in one go she set off to prepare a cart she would be taking herself to the castle.

End .... Maybe  

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Enjoy all and wonderful again shenrill.