At last, the first Chapter has been written, I'm mainly looking for ciritquing but all suggestions, questions and comments are welcome
Weavers: The Raven
Chapter One: Bird Of Prey
It had been a long time since she had been to Urioa, the home of her ‘parents’. Not that she planned to visit them or even acknowledge their existence in any way, shape or form - she had more important matters to attend to than the fools who raised her.
The Dark horse Tavern was as it had always been, a hive of activity, with people coming and going constantly. Only a few of the regulars of the old and beaten down building and the townspeople were staying long. Who would want to stay long in there anyway? It had been going downhill for as long as she could remember; it was dirty; messy; and generally looked like It could collapse at any moment.
She sat in the most remote corner, bathed in darkness, in security and, to her, comfort. Even if she had been in the light one wouldn’t have been able to make out much of her as most of her face was shrouded in shadow by the hood of her tattered and torn travelling cloak. It had once been black but now was a mix of brown and grey as well. She wrapped it around her body most of the time, concealing the plain commoner’s clothing beneath, she couldn’t stand people looking down on her.
The water she had previously ordered was now hot enough for her to add the exotic leaves she had took to drinking. Reaching into her pocket she took out a few and chucked them into the mug, where they quickly dissolved in the water.‘Where is that damn Nightshade?’
she thought angrily to herself, taking a sip of her water. Patience was not something Raven was known for, nor were Falcons in general. Especially when they were waiting for something important.
An hour had almost passed before she saw the small group of shifty looking travellers enter the bar. She took a quick glimpse at the incredibly large man at the table near her, knowing that her hood masked what she was looking at. The Nightshades immediately made their way towards her, two of them sat down at the table adjacent to the large man, who was happily drinking a large mug of beer. The third man smirked and then sat down opposite her. She took great pleasure in the fact that he would probably be running out of this Tavern scared soon.
“Sorry I’m late darling, ran into trouble with the damn Guard” the smirk seemed to be stuck to his face.
“Call me darling or any other pet name again and I’ll make sure you will never be able to have children. Now cut the small talk, do you have the book or not?” She was in no mood to play games with him, she detested petty criminals.
He laughed. “Always to the point Raven, that’s what I like about you. And yes-” he cut in before she could make another threatening retort, “I have the book. Unfortunately it was a little
harder to get than I thought…”
She did not like the greedy and slimy look on his face. “You look like you’re going to tell me something I wont like, you may wish to think carefully before you speak again”
He laughed again, “Oooh, making threats now are we little girl? You can’t be older than eighteen.” He laughed again at his own joke, his nearby thugs chuckling as well. “Anyway, idle threats aside; it’ll cost you three hundred.”
There was a slight pause until Raven replied. “We agreed on two” She flexed her fingers under the table, out of sight of the man opposite her.
“Oh yes, and such a crying shame that was too” he faked a sad face mockingly, “But as I said, it was more difficult to get, hence the extra hundred.” He was smirking again.
“Fine then” She stood up and glared at him under her hood. “But first let me give you some advice.” As she said this she delved into another of her pockets and took out a handful of coins.
“Oh? And what’d that be little girl?”
“I always have a backup plan” In one fluid motion she threw the coins at him and muttered a short incantation under her breath. The coins spread in the air, missing the, now perplexed man standing opposite. They expanded in the air and formed a faintly golden barrier behind him, blocking them off from the rest of the Tavern.
“Big mistake girlie” he drew his sword and then smirked sardonically. “Mage or not you can’t take on all three of us”
“Three? I only see one” It was her turn to smirk as she lowered her hood. “And even three wouldn’t have helped you”
His hand shook slightly and he staggered back. As she had lowered her hood her face became clearHer pupils and iris’ were near invisible. “You-you, you’re a-”
“Falcon? Yes, and my rather large friend behind you is a Behemoth” She spoke calmly, but was obviously enjoying his panic.
He suddenly twisted around to see the giant of a man standing over the unconscious bodies of his comrades. He was at least eight feet tall and was incredibly built - resembling a walking mountain. The man turned to look back at Raven, focussing on her, now visible, long jet black hair - rather than look at her unflinching and emotionless eyes.
He smiled nervously “So…two hundred?”
She smirked sardonically, “Pardon? Was that fifty? I could have sworn that was what we had agreed upon”
He was trying to hide his hatred and fear, but he wasn’t doing to well. “Year, fifty…sounds fair” he said the last part rather dejectedly.
Once again Raven took some coins out of her pocket. She placed them on the table. The man, defeated, sheathed his sword and lifted the large wrapped up book onto the table, he took the money and hurridly left, pausing only to awaken his comrades. All three fled as fast as they could.
The living mountain didn’t look very happy about what happened, he in fact looked rather guilty. “Uh…Raven? Are you sure that was-”
“Of course it was right you idiot” She snapped. “They tried to rob us first, serves them right.”
He nodded, although didn’t seem especially happy with the reply.
“Now, let’s see what new spells I can obtain from this book” She carefully unwrapped it and then opened it. In the following seconds most of Urioa felt a slight rumble, and those near to the Tavern felt the earth shake quite strongly. “That bastard!” She shouted, she didn’t; care that the barrier was down and people were looking at her. “I’m going to tear him limb from limb and feed him to a Sand Dragon!”
“Raven!” The large man grabbed her arm as she went to leave. “There are Guard in the town remember? If you go out and cause trouble they’ll stick a price on your head.”
She sighed angrily, “For once Drake, you’re right” she still looked furious. “But this book is useless to me now”
“Because I can’t read Elvish, I was under the impression the book was written in common. I bet that bastard knew it all along too.” She thumped her fist onto the table.
By now the people in the Tavern had turned away, the regulars had recognised the Falcon and the visitors didn’t want to cause any trouble. The only exception was a nearby man. “Did you say you need to read Elvish?”
Raven immediately looked at him. “What? Can you read it?”
The old man laughed “Good grief no. but I know someone who may be able to help you”
“Not long ago a Half Elf came through here, said he was travelling to the capital, looked like a Clandestine Guard fella’, ‘cept he didn’t have full armour and seemed to be covering it up.”
Raven took a moment to think. “Do you know if he spoke the language?”
“Nope, but, short of a full blooded Elf a Half Elf is your best bet, besides, everyone knows General Oeli lives in the Capital, and I know for a fact he speaks at least one form of Elvish.”
Raven smirked. “Drake! Pick up the book, we’re going go the capital, so hurry your great big arse up and get a move on!” As she passed the man she flicked a coin onto his table and then left the Tavern, quickly followed by Drake.