You cross the room, sending looks to every corner in the tavern. It was a small one, perhaps 50 men were in here. You continue to walk over to bar, when you spot several trolls getting up each from his chair, each boasting over his ability to fly a smashed air ship when 3 Therans Behemoths are firing at him! Not to mention the 15 other air ships of Theran elite chasing him, Usun himself is hunting him and all those with a stormy weather that will crush an obsidiman like an ant. It almost seemed like they were going to kill each other. The bartender jumped behind the counter and cooled them down with a fine Dwarven rum. You see three other T'skrangs leaving their sits and heading out from the tavern, when a boat came to shore. "It would not be a pretty sight" you thought, only from the shape of the ship you knew who were it's passengers, Blood Elves.

They were seven of them, three females and four males. No one seemed surprised, near kaer Eidolon no one was too surprised, except for several young adventurers. You recognized all of their disciplines.

One male & one female were Exolashers, Knights of the Thistle, You knew that the minute you saw their silver thistle pendant.

Another female was also an Exolasher, but a Queen Personal Guard. You recognized her by the special armor she was wearing, not to include the painting of a rose throne over her shield and armor. And besides, not many elves get the right to carry a thorn sword.

Two males and one female were Wardens, you recognized them by their shabby and dirty clothes that were holed with the shape of claws of animals.

One male was a Blood Warder, you've recognized him by carrying an unfinished thorn bow, you guess he is still carving it.

And for the last one, he was an Elven Knight, he ought to be an Elven Knight. The huge sword, and the lance, the closed helmet and the enchanted chain armor, only an Elven Knight walks like this.

The T'skrangs ran out as quickly as they could, while three orks, three humans and three very stupid elves made a wrong choice. The nine adepts raised from their sits and walked over to the Blood Elves females, though they looked soft and gentle, the bleeding thorns gave a small hint for what truly lies beneath the "fragile" body. The humans made their first mistake, they sent their hands. Several thorns snapped under the pressure of the human's grasp, but quickly enough they sent their hands to the wrong places. Before you could have known, one female broke the human's arms and sent him back with a kick. The second female made a fast movement, drew her sword and chopped another human's head. The third woman sent her punch through his skull leaving his brain at the other edge of the tavern. The males weren't late to react. The Knight of the Thistle drew a quarterstaff and grew thorns out of it while slashing the ork in the face, the poor guy dropped at the floor dripping with blood. The two Wardens made their right hand like a huge thorn and stroked at the stunned remaining orks while the Elven Knight charged the two elves striking them with his shield. The Blood Warder made a thorny arrow in a few seconds and launched it at the last elf's knee. The poor elf ran away as quickly as he could. The Blood Elves cleaned the mess and threw the bodies, you knew it won't be a pretty sight.

The bartender was back behind the counter. He was a handsome Blood Elf, he had some bristles, a huge scar near his right eye, heading down to the chin. He had black eyes and a black hair. He wore golden cloths made from a fine robe. He smiled a huge smile as you sat down and ordered the best meal he had. Anyway, you asked him a few questions.

You ask him about himself

you ask him about Barsaive's History

you want him to show you some of Barsaive's Maps

you ask him about some of the Blood Elves unique Disciplines

you find a wizard, and ask him for new Spells

You find sheets for listing equipment and magical Treasures

you ask the Bar-tender to share some Stories & Legends

you see an elven painter so you checked some of his paintings

you want to know of more interesting places to explore

And, for the most tragic part in this site, I copied this page from another site named Six Feet Across Barsaive:

Earthdawn Grave Stone

I could not find a subject to put this page under a certain "Earthdawn style" title, so I putted it here.

Programs & Fonts

As you were about to leave the tavern, you noticed the guestbook, with thousands of names of adventurers, you noticed the five last names: Falcor, Martok, Julu Karmahorn, Tik, Jerllana. You add your name to an ancient book (as the tavern itself) full of names, to be a part from the history, to be the legend of tomorrow...

You sign the guest book. You leave the tavern when you notice you have no money at all, guess you'll be sleeping outside tonight.