Dragonfire II: The Twilight Invasion

Chapter 16: The All-Iron Club

Albedo and Kei emerged from Moona's portal, letting it close behind them. They found themselves in the middle of the city, looking at a large tavern. Like the other buildings, it was primarily structured from wood. It lacked a thatch roof, however, instead of having a wooden one. Stone lined the eves of it, separating it from the rest of the building design-wise. There were also strips of stone coming down throughout the building, giving it a unique feeling from the rest of the homes and shops surrounding it. It was around three stories tall, with balconies on the second and third floors. They approached a large wooden door and entered. Upon entering, Albedo bumped right into a tall man. He was around eight feet tall, with a lengthy braided beard and longer hair. He wore menacing blackout armor, with a black tabard to match. He looked down at them in an intimidating fashion. He held his hand out expectantly. Albedo was uncertain of what to do. In her confusion, she high-fived him. He looked down at his hand, then back at her. "You fuckin' daft, mate?" He asked, "I'm...sorry?" Albedo responded, "Yeah. You fuckin' better be. How about ya give me ya damn card or fuck right along, yeah?" He said. Albedo couldn't help but laugh. Though she tried not to...she failed to stop a giggle from escaping her mouth. "The fuck you laughin' at?" He asked, "I-I'm sorry...just...the er...way you speak..." Albedo answered. 

"The way I speak? Oh, so we're laughin' at my fuckin' accent now? Should I make fun of your generic ass fuckin' voice? Would you like that? Just because you sound like the most basic, boring bitch from whatever backwater ass hole you crawled out of doesn't mean everyone else sounds like you. Some of us have different voices, yeah? Maybe you should try respecting it, fuckin' moron. Or are y'plannin' to insult everyone who talks like me? Y'know, I oughta call Lady Iana to come fu-" Before he could finish, a figure pushed past him, "Albedo!" She exclaimed. She looked quite...familiar. Albeit she had...horns? Emerald horns, to be exact, protruding from her forehead. They matched her glistening eyes nicely, as well as the wings she summoned on the battlefield. Indeed...it was Sammy. She was wearing casual clothes. She had black jeans on, with matching black sneakers. She had a blank white shirt, with a black button-up over it. The button-up was open, with elbow-length sleeves. The back of her button-up had a symbol - a thick circle surrounding a sword hilt with blood dripping down it. In the top half of the circle, surrounded by stars on either side, words were written. "The All-Iron Club." She had her hair down, letting it flow halfway down her back. She looked rather different without her ponytail on the side, especially out of her armor. "Sorry about Nora, here. He's a bit...touchy." She said. Albedo giggled at the name. "'Nora...?'" She asked, "Oh, so we're making fun of my fuckin' name now too?!" Nora asked in response, "Sorry..." Albedo responded. Nora let out a sigh of frustration, saying nothing more. 

"Well...now that that's over..." Sammy said, stopping herself halfway. Kei couldn't help but notice her horns. "Those horns...are you a Demon, too?" She asked, "That's right. Moona and I are both Demons, though I only really let my horns out around here. Anyway, come on in!" Sammy vaguely answered, before dramatically pulling them into the tavern. She led them deeper inside, allowing them to look around. There were tables around the room with people of all kinds sitting at them. Elves, Dwarves, Undead, Tanukis, and plenty more. They were playing games, drinking, and laughing...it was a unique atmosphere. The interior of the building was completely different than what the outside suggested in both feeling and design. It had a darker atmosphere inside, lit up by colorful torches. There was a staircase leading to the second floor off to the left, which was seemingly open. There were decorations about to add life to the room, which were mostly emerald green. There was a bar off to the right where drinks were being served. Lightly-dressed waiters and waitresses were moving around the room, serving drinks to those who weren't sitting at the bar. Most people in the room were distracted by a stage in the back, where even lighter-dressed performers were dancing for the amusement of their audience. Sammy was leading them toward the staircase, not sparing a glance at the stage or people bustling around the room.