After waiting a moment, Mav made the first move and stood up slowly. He kicked his stool back under the bar, and strode towards the door. With his hobnailed boots stricking the floorboards with a fierce tenacity, he mentally went over the old man that had appeared. Old. Bearded. Not likely a threat. With confidence, he blew past the old man and settled down into the new room to await further happenings.

Hmmm. People were starting to go in the back room. Broke didn't care about doing a job for some old cod, but he did want to see what was going on. He got up, and walked nervously into the room. Maybe the fool that burnt his rat away would be in there, and Broke couldn't wait to find him.

Once there was a man.
A big man.
A big fat man.
A big fat grumpy man.
A big fat grumpy man called Stan.
He was grumpy because of king's ban.
You see, the king seized his land and bannished him.
You will be wondering why?
The king did it because he was a peice of turd of seventh prince of hell.
He put a ban on every thing good and a tax on common man's food.
He put a tax on Stan's land.
Stan obliged  and payed it.
He put a tax on his clothing.
Stan payed it.
Stan's naighbour was jail for not paying.
Stan said to himself" at least it aint me"
His friend's child starved to death.
He said "at least he ain't mine"
His naibouring town was burned to ground.
He said"We are safe"

Umm the thepunisher93 whats up with Stan lol...does Stan ever end up in the plot :P

Vole stopped playing for a minute and walked up to the old man who he has met before, he shook his hand and said " Can't wait to see what you want this time Darian old biy but the last venture was quite an eye opener" then goes into the room sitting down at the study table in one of the well worn cedar chairs towards the back. 

Bernie entered the room not soon after Vole with a pitcher of ale and a tray of several tankards. He offers those in the room a tankard and sets the pitcher and remaining tankards on the table then leaves the room.

Mav pulled a pipe out of his satchel and propped his feet up on the table, all the while leaning dangerously back in his chair. He gave a few thoughtful puffs, and watches the thin smoke trail up to the ceiling. Noticing the deluge of bodies entering the room, Mav called out to the bearded old man. "Right, so what would you have me here for?"

Loud heavy footsteps sounded systematicly as a large towering man who gave the apearence of walked calmly to a bar stool and sat down."It's to bloody loud!" The man shouted and the pub fell silent at the booming sound of his."Bahahaha! and that's just how I like it drinks on me!" The pub erupted into cheers and the sound of clinking glasses echoed through the pub and cheers went out in the name of Samiel the mighty blacksmith.

I oplogize but i left out some words.on the first line

a large towering man who the apearence of stone

A little further down

the booming sound of his voice

Here's my Story

Out of the sudden from the merry occasion, the doors of the pub went open and a dark ominous aura seeped into the Tavern...  What appeared on the door was a young beautiful woman, skin ashen pale, eyes redden with omen, hair as blood red and armed with a macabre staff. The air around became silent as she walked to the bar with eyes on her. The crowd stared at her wearily silently before continuing the merry occasion but with watchful eyes on her.
"Her name is Rumia the cursed. Stay away from her..." Whispered one of the bar mates.

The wind whispered past as an elusive but present shadow writhed and fluctuated, moving along the village streets through the night. The perceived sporadic movements were actually very well intentioned, moving slowly but surely towards the pub on the East side of town. As the shadow moved it thought to itself, "We have some knowledge of his intentions for them, although what they lead to is clouded... We will listen to their gathering, and decide our actions based upon the details..." and with this thought, the shadow continued its journey to the pub.
Upon its arrival, it stationed itself cunningly outside of their meeting room's window, which was sure to give it easy access to the words spoken throughout the proceeding conversations...

The wind whispered past as an elusive but present shadow writhed and fluctuated, moving along the village streets through the night. The perceived sporadic movements were actually very well intentioned, moving slowly but surely towards the pub on the East side of town. As the shadow moved it thought to itself, "We have some knowledge of his intentions for them, although what they lead to is clouded... We will listen to their gathering, and decide our actions based upon the details..." and with this thought, the shadow continued its journey to the pub.
Upon its arrival, it stationed itself cunningly outside of their meeting room's window, which was sure to give it easy access to the words spoken throughout the proceeding conversations...