It is called Bafel`ah. Where for just one gold piece you toss 5 uneven stones upon the bar. On the stones are diagrams, etched on various flat ends. If, when tossed just right, up comes a certain combination of diagrams and you win two free drinks. Dread Pirate tossed the stones again and smiled as the ale was handed to him. "Thanks Roger, the ale does taste better when it is free." "Dread I am going to have to ban you from this game if you continue to win, you are breaking me." "Tis a pirates luck Rog` besides I am the only customer ye`ve had all afternoon, at least ye are getting something." Dread Pirate smiled as he downed the ale. Roger shook his head and continued to clean. Dread Pirate stands at an average height and the many years at sea have given him a very defined look through his shoulders. His hair is yellow as the sun and is gathered at the back in the traditional sea faring manner. It has been some time since Dread Pirate has felt the sea beneath his legs. Many are the times he has wished to once again experience that feeling. Dread Pirate leaves not only the memories of the Sea behind him, but also deep painful memories of love about to bloom, and death that robbed him of this pleasure. Dread Pirate had a bride of just under two years that was bearing him his first child, when the greatest enemy of all, Death, claimed them both. It was soon after that Dread Pirate's ship, The Revenge, was ravaged by a storm in uncharted waters. Dread remembers little of that time, but he does remember the Druids, and the gates of the City that he now calls home. He has been in Leinster for almost a year now, and has made a few friends. Although Dread is a rogue pirate he is not without Honor. Dread knows what it is like to be the shark, hunting out of necessity, but he has also seen the barracuda hunt for shear pleasure. The seas way of life differs from that of those that dwell on land. It is not often that one needs to be the shark, but too many times the barracuda is seen on land. Dread humors himself with the thought, "I can still hunt the cuda even here." Dread has taken this cause to heart. Being a friend to the King and Queen of KOLL he stands by their side, firmly supporting their ideals and standards. And with his brothers and sisters in KOLL he hunts the ones that hunt for shear pleasure. "Crimsonfyre." Roger called, "I am so glad to see a paying customer." "Well met Roger, I see that Dre` has been taking advantage of you again, he feels the stones touch you know," Crimsonfyre looks ominously at the tavern owner. "He can?" Roger looked with wide eyes at his two regular customers, and swallowed hard. Dread and Crimsonfyre at once began to laugh aloud. Roger sensing that once again he had been caught up in a story quickly went back to his daily chores. Crimsonfyre stands at a little above average height, and strong stature. Just from his looks he presents himself to his enemies in a foreboding manner. He was not always a worthy adversary. Many years ago he was left for dead. The druids brought him to the doorstep of one of the guilds in the city. They nursed him back to health and with the help of one of its members, Crimsonfyre was taught the ways of battle. He became close friends with his mentor, and upon returning from a battle one day, Crimsonfyre found the Guild to be wanting in their quest after good. Many had turned to the dark side. Crimsonfyre felt grief and loss at the fall of the Guild to darkness. He saw in the distance his mentor, Knighthawke, one who's vision was never blurred to the truth. It was Knighthawke who helped Crimsonfyre keep his sights on the truth. The truth that the ways of light must always endeavor to persevere. This was the birth of KOLL. With the crimson cowl that was taken off his first kill he has vowed that his heart shall never rest until all the evil of this land is vanquished. Still laughing, Crimsonfyre slaped his hand on Dread's shoulder. "And how are you today my landlocked friend?" "I am well Crim` very well indeed, and yourself?" "I am okay Dread, but I am little worried. Pappy is not here yet, and he is always at the Broken Jug by this time, with at least 3 jugs of ale emptied by now." Dread Pirate Laughs. "Aye, my friend for such a little guy he can out drink most men I know." "Yes he can and he has a many a night." Both laughed in agreement. Crimsonfyre's thoughts began to race and he felt the first stirrings of fear for his friend. The sun was setting and Pappy was never out of the City gates after the setting sun. "You know Dread, things just aren' t feeling right these days. I can' t put my finger on it but something is just not right." "Aye Crim` I have felt it too, and so have the others. I smell a storm Crim` but I see no clouds." Crimsonfyre looked at the door and awaited his friends arrival. Like so many times in the past he waits for him to shuffle in, but nothing happens. "It just doesn't feel right, not right at all."